#''It just felt right'' ur so dumb. Baby girl

[imminent-danger-came]

Macaque asking all of the right fucking questions by god. "This kid who had all of your powers?" LIKE. YEAH MAN. WUKONG UR SO STUPID (affectionate)

[twentycuben]

©. 𝓷uts by lil peep

시원하게 지내세요 (,,>ヮ<,,)! mdni!!!!!!!!!

syn. usually, heeseung manages with ur bratty attitude, but now he is too pissed of with you.

!genre smut. this is my first time writing smut so PLEASE. Bear WITH ME 😭💔 fluff. angst if u just SQUINt lmao

smut warnings. heeseung is mean, reader is very bratty!!, rough sex, degradation, mild?- slut shaming, spanking, unprotected sex BUT ITS NOT REALLY MENTIONED ?? idk if u squint guys 😭😭, aloooooot of dirty talk. etc. not proofread oops

YOU WERE REGRETTING ALL OF YOUR CHOICES. maybe it was the short, short tiny skirt you wore, maybe the way you looked at your busy boyfriend from across the room with that so fucking pure and innocent look on your face that made heeseung want to fuck your brains out. heeseung had been busy the whole time, and pushing you away. so you wanted to get your revenge, but now you realized that it wasn’t really the smartest choice ever.

"you fuckin’ happy now brat?"

heeseung pulled you by the hair, resulting in your back arching and eyes rolling back while heeseung continued pounding into you, not stopping his brutal thrusts in your tight hole. "answer, slut, you wanted this so bad. didn’t ya, princess?" he chuckled, watching you be a bratty bitch to your face being all fucked up, begging for more, his cock twitching at the sight.

you on the other hand, was bent over the dinner table. since you were being such a brat and an impatient slut who couldn’t even wait to be until he was done. he couldn’t careless to bring you to the bedroom, fucking you dumb on the nearest flat surface. "answer, or I won’t let you cum princess."

"want— want more seungie.." you slurred, couldn’t even bring yourself to speak correctly due to the fact your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. he scoffed at how pathetic you were, yet his cock can’t stop twitching at how your pussy clenches around his big member. listening to his cock, not his brain, he then pulls out before slamming aggressively back into your worn out hole. "fuck, baby, your pussy is so warm and tight just for me. all for me."

"so impatient. because my baby knows I’m the only man who can fuck her this good, isn’t that right ya’ fucking brat?" he spanked your ass, leaving a red mark on you, not stopping his pounding even if he was near to breaking the table. "s—seungie! wan m—more!" stammering and mumbling your words, heeseungs hips practically snapping on your ass.

"brats like you don’t get what they fucking want, got it?" he speaks in a low tone, his hands on your waist, gripping onto you tightly, he just can’t get enough of you. almost bruising your fragile body. "you love me ruining you huh? fucking your pretty little brains out, asking for more like the slut you are." he degraded you, being pushed to his limit when he hears your soft moans that are like music to his ears.

"seungie—!" you moaned out, heeseung caused the table under you to shake violently. you felt like your were closer and closer to cumming and painting heeseungs big cock white. "come on baby, fuck.. your so tight shit.." heeseung knew he was close too, fucking you so hard that he was thrusting in a relentless speed.

"oh.. oh fuckfuckfuck.." heeseung repeated, closing his eyes as he came in your puffed up and sore hole. he thrusted in you, riding his orgasm before eventually pulling out to see how fucked up and messy your face looked. he moved the hair out of your hair, smiling.

"did so good for me princess, shit, you look so fucking hot. now, turn around pretty girl.

first time writing smut.. I am sososo sorry to the people who followed me for d fluff. 🥲 btw I suck at writing smut as you can tell sawrry

[screampied]

HELLLOOOOOOO i really love ur drabbles so muchhh 🫶🏻🫶🏻 reall fun to read tehee

if its okay can you do like a dad’s best friend higuruma? Where higuruma cares for reader more than her own father did (i have daddy issues) and always tries to comfort her by having sex </3 (if u can maybe like a soft dom hiromi as he always gives her praises and sweet words?)

dont force yourself okayyy? remember to always take a break! Love youuu 💐

❤︎ ໋𓈒 dad’s best friend trope w higuruma <3

warnings. fem! reader, praise, cowgirl, soft dom higuruma, mdni.

an. thank uuu love u too !!!

you never knew you’d take such a strong liking towards your father’s best friend and trusty colleague, higuruma hiromi.

he always gave you the attention you were neglected — it started off with simple gestures, small talk . .

asking about your day, complimenting your outfits, or even going to run errands with you. although, it was always his sweet praises towards you that you were never used to. all you wanted was to be told that you were good, doing something right, and he always gave that to you.

higuruma never failed to take his time with you, even while you were in his bed. he was so sweet, big hands of his traced down the sides of your hips, your curves . . warm breath fanning against your skin, kiss after kiss. “you adore my praises, don’t you, princess?”

“y-yes,” you’d sniffle, feeling your heart throb. you’d be leaning against his chest, cock buried into you and it’s so good.

his words ran straight towards your heart…

or perhaps it went towards another place, specifically in between your thighs.

he’s so tender, marking your neck with a plethora of invisible kiss marks, which turns into sucking overtime.

your lips press and smother together as you subdue a single incoming moan, his body heat against yours had you burning up. just craving for more of his touch. “h-hiromi, ‘m gonna cum again.”

“you think you’re gonna cum or you know, baby?” he murmurs, skimming a thumb beside your waist. the way his hands gingerly roamed all over your body.

you faced the other direction as you rode him, a hand grips on his knee as a tiny whimper escapes past your lips. it was a firm simple question—yet he didn’t expect you to answer.

“oh sweetheart,” he coos, a soft low chortle tickling against your right earlobe before he gives it a kiss. “you’re not used to being told how good you are, are you?”

“no,” you moaned, feeling him then bring both hands to grip onto your waist, softly rocking your hips in place against him.

so…slow.

you stabilize your knees for a brief moment. he’s making you rut back against him before he pecks another kiss near the inner part of your collarbone.

“sorry if it’s dumb, just—i just really like being told that i’m doing something good . . for once.”

a smile presses against his lips as your hips tilt and stutter against him.

“but you’ve always been a good girl, at least whenever you’re with me,”

he hums, playfully tapping his fingers amongst your skin—you moan, chasing another incoming orgasm and you glance down to see your thigh bob and ricochet against his own leg.

higuruma’s dick had your eyes rolling…it was simply addicting. the way he’d brush up amongst that individual spot, you whine out a shaky moan before your hand finds his.

“…just relax, okay? if it makes you feel any better, i’ll praise you right until you make a mess on me, princess.”

“okay,” you’d whimper, feeling him bring you back and forth beside him. he’s so slow and precise, you feel every inch and it makes your mouth water. you lie back against higuruma’s chest, and he plants a kiss near the top of your forehead. you can’t remember the last time you felt so cherished.

a hand of his was flat on your torso, whilst another one slings around you. you moan, feeling it reach its incoming peak, you bite your lip.

“don’t hide your voice, i wanna hear you, princess,” he’d murmur, dragging your hand away from your mouth - you pouted, and he simpers, leaning in to give your cheek a soft kiss.

his rhythm, it wasn’t hard to follow. you’re rocking your hips sturdy against him before you start to impatiently grind.

you moan, feeling higuruma’s hand softly wrap around your throat, a thumb stroking your passageway before he whispers, “c’mon baby, give me another one. think you can do that?”

“yes, okay, okay,” you’d babble, and he’s so deep, stirring all around you—you throw your head back against him, mouth open, lips barely parted while you feel the nerves coarse inside of you. “fuck, hiromi, ‘m gonna cum s-so soon.”

“it’s okay, give it to me princess,” he murmured, making your hips slow down just a bit with a soft tug of his hands. you shivered a bit, feeling the band of his watch skim across your hips before you start to spasm. he watches with warm eyes, leaning in to kiss all beside your neck, your ear, and then you whine. “i know, i know. you’re doing so good already.”

the moment you came, it was sticky and like always, you slump back against higuruma. your legs trembled and quavered - sucking your teeth, your breath was so shaky.

he smiles at your body’s reaction — witnessing how sensitive you were, and he slides a thumb against the hairs near the nape of your neck before whispering. “such a good girl,” before hugging your waist. “do you . . do you think you have one more in you, princess?”

[heejake-hoon]

Warning: mdni, overstimulation, dumbification, creampie, dirty talk...

"Awww my little cumdump, are u having fun?" Sunghoon faux cooed at ur shaking state as you were bonded to the bed frame both ur hands and legs spread open with a wand vibrator pressed securely on ur clit, it has been more than 2 hours of torture, with you cuming and cuming again u weren't sure if ur body could take it any more, drool and tears dropping messily on ur face you wanted to beg him to stop, wanted to tell him to free you, but you weren't even able to say that, so fucked up from all the orgasms he forced out of u with his toy.

"Hmmmm? Baby did I leave you dumb? Can't even answer me? What a useless fuckdoll." You wanted to cry, the humiliation making your skin heat up even more. "It's okay my little slut, don't worry about it. You don't have to do anything, I am going to take care of you. Your just gonna be a good girl and let me do as I please, yeah?" Sunghoon smirked as he turned off the toy making you sigh in relief, you weren't sure if you could take another one of his games, not after this one. He unbound u, letting u fall flat on the bed as he got up from the chair where he was sitting comfortably the entire time."Hoonie... no more." you croaked out, voice raspy from all the screaming, the only thing on your mind was sleep."You want me to stop? Okay then. I won't do anything." Sunghoon shrugged, you sighed in relief thinking he finally got bored of teasing u.But oh how wrong you were.Sunghoon grabbed your hips, lifting them up so your ass was up in the air. You were too tired to even lift your head up and see what he was doing, just sighing happily as his hands caressed ur lower back, kneading ur flesh.

Then the sound of a cap opening was heard and you realized what was about to happen, making you jerk and try to wiggle away.

"Shhhh, don't move, my princess. Be a good girl and let me fill that pretty little cunt up." You were too tired, too sensitive, you couldn't take him inside u. "Sunghoon, wait no-" you cried out, trying to get away from his hold.

"What was that? Did you just tell me no?" Sunghoon's tone suddenly turned ice cold and you whimpered at that, realizing your mistake."No, no. I- I'm sorry. I was just- no. I'm a good girl, I'm a good girl for hoonie." you mumbled, words almost unintelligible. "Mmmmm, that's right, you're my good girl. Always so sweet and obedient for me. My perfect doll." You sighed happily, glad that you could please him.

Then the next second you were crying out as you felt him plunging deep inside you."Hoonie! It-it hurts!" you tried to get away, but his hands were like iron on your hips.

"Aw baby, does it hurt? But you were begging me to fill u up earlier." You gasped at that. You did? When did you say that? You weren't even aware of that "H-how..." you whispered, confusion evident on ur face. "That's when I knew you were ready. Your body knows what it needs, and you're just too dumb to realize it. So I helped you out." Sunghoon smirked as he thrust deep inside you, making you whimper in pain and pleasure "Ah-h! S-sunghoon. It's-it's too much!"

"You're taking it so well baby. My pretty little slut." The soft kisses he gave you were contradicting so much from how hard he was pounfing you, sending you over the edge once again. "Hoonie- I, ah! Ah! Hoonie!" You couldn't even form proper sentences as he hit your g-spot with every thrust. "Come on, cum for me again, my little princess. You know how much I love your tight pussy clenching around my cock."His filthy words and his rough thrusts were all it took for you to cum, vision turning white as your body spasmed.

Sunghoon followed shortly after, pumping you full of his warm seed, filling you up so nicely, and you moaned at the feeling "So perfect. My perfect baby." He cooed, peppering your face with kisses and you smiled lazily at that.

[luvzpagie]

DEAD TO ME!

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may 15, 2019

“are you serious paige, you want to reschedule again?” your face was contoured with confusion and irritation, your girlfriend had been putting you off for a couple weeks now.

“i’m sorry baby, i just been busy with basketball and shit” paige sighs, leaning back into the gym wall behind her.

“but i’ve been planning this for so long” you cross your arms, you were beyond fed up with the excuses paige gave you.

“and plus you know i move in a week, i wanna spend as much time as you.” you whined.

paige looks down at her phone, smiling at whatever was the screen.

everyone had her attention but you, and it hurt. you were obviously the last thing on her mind, you just didn’t understand it.

“i’m so sick of being your last priority!” your voice slightly raised, catching the few people around you attention.

paige scratches at the her neck awkwardly, looking up from her phone. “can you not yell? people are staring” she talks in a low tone.

“the fuck? so me yelling is what you care about right now?” your voice cracking, as tears begin to well up in your eyes. you quickly pack up your things.

“y/n- baby please” paige grabs at ur hand trying to stop you.

“no i’m done with you, fuck you paige.” you spat at her, your voice filled with anger and hurt. you snatch you hand away from her storming out of the gymnasium.

leaving her there to soak in what just happened.

august 6 2020

it’s been a year since you broken up with paige. you almost forget her, enjoying your “new” life in cali. but the way things ended wonders in your head, you cringe at it.

“hellooo, earth to y/n”

you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts as your best friend evelyn called out for you, swatting her hand in your face.

“did you even hear what i said” she sassed while passing you a box of your belongings.

“yes ev.” you sigh.

“jeez, no need for the sass” you roll your eyes as you walk her past her to the elevator.

it dings as the doors, a few seconds past waiting for it to get you the level your dorm was on.

as you leave the elevator, you walk to your room.

“ev where’s the room keys?” you watch the girl pat herself down, searching for them.

“shit! i left downstairs!” she yelp, she quickly rushed down to get them.

you put the last bit of clothes away in the mini dresser, you fall back onto your bed sighing from exhaustion.

“finally”

“i’m so glad we getting to share a dorm!” ev clapped, you smiled, it was so long since you had seen her. you felt a sense of peace knowing you guys were together again.

the dorm goes quiet for a while, leaving you in your thoughts again.

“you hungry?” you squint your eyes at ev.

“how’d you know?” the curly head girl looks almost as if your dumb. “im your best friend duhh! i know everything”

“okay weirdo”

“cmon!” she said grabbing her keys off the desk.

august 8 2020

it’s been two days since you’ve moved in, it was the first meeting of your cheer team. you nervous yet excited, hoping to make good friends.

one problem— you were lost, completely unaware of this new place. you try to look around searching for where dance room was.

“where the hell is it” you mumble to yourself. you flatten out the clothes you were wearing, trying to make you look less pathetic.

“yo, are you supposed to over here?” a kinda raspy voice spoke, it sounded familiar yet you couldn’t make out who.

“i’m not even sure, i’m looking for the dance room” you chuckled. “you apart of the cheer team or somethin?” the unknown person said.

“yeah, do you know where that is-” your eyes widened as you turn around, heart dropping at the tall figure in front of you. you were stunned, no words could come out of your mouth.

you were not prepared to see her.

“y/n?”

[kennedyalike]

hi pookie!!! i love ur writing <3 i would literally die if you wrote dom! leon x fem!reader smut with degrading and bondage and breeding 🤭

Where do you think you’re going?

dom!toxic!boyfriend!leon x fem!reader

tags: possesive behaviour, smut, sex, p in v sex, fingering, bsdm bondage, ropes, breeding kink, toxic bf leon, mentions of breaking up, oral sex (both f and m receiving) degrading, toxic behaviour

word count: 1.7k

hi anon! i would LOVE to.. leon w breeding kink is the best<3 enjoy

You’ve finally mustered up enough confidence to leave him. Yes. You were going to do it finally. Leave your boyfriend of 2 years. There were many reasons to be honest but the main reason is that you feel trapped. He’s just so overprotective, controlling, possessive and….toxic.

Always trying to control your life and then he only defends it with ”But I know what’s best for you baby.” He’s manipulative and tries convincing you he just loves you so much. In all honesty, you love him way too much and deep inside you, you know you belong to him and you want to stay forever. But this is a desperate facade of an attempt to save yourself.

”Leon…Can we talk?” You shyly request while he undresses his jacket. He just came home from work. ”About?” He mumbles quietly while walking towards you. You look away for a second to brace yourself for what’s to come. ”Uhh…Well I wanted to talk a little about what I’ve been feeling like for a while.” You explain.

He stops right before you and his hands curl around your waist, pulling you a little closer to his muscular torso. Even though you’re breaking up with him, you can’t lie, he’s hot as fuck. Compression shirt on and the muscles looking so delicious under it. Veins on his arms and a muscly chest right in front of you. He stands taller and his soft ash blonde locks fluffle as he looks down at you. ”Talk.”

You hesitate for a second again before speaking up. ”I’ve kinda felt t-trapped and like…I don’t think this is working for me anymore.” You explain slowly while looking away. You wait a second for him to say something but he only looks at you straight in the eyes without his expression even quivering. ”Continue.” He demands and you start rambling again.

”W-well what I mean is..we need to break up. I-I can’t handle you controlling my life like this.” You finally finish. A slight smirk grows on his face as he leans towards you and whispers into your ear. ”We are not breaking up, sweetheart.” He says while his other hand leaves your waist to grab at your neck. The other still gripping your waist so tightly it almost hurts. ”Leon.. I’m serious…” You say while he slightly starts squeezing your neck, you paw at his hand and squeeze your thighs together.

”What? You thought I’d just take that from you? Sweet baby, you’re such a dumb slut. I know you want me so stop fighting it and be a good girl.” He’s not asking. A small whimper escapes your mouth and your lips part slightly. ”Leon…’need you.” You hear him chuckle under his breath before he withdraws his hand from your neck and grabs at your hips, turning your body around and pinning you face down to the wall.

”You really thought that would work, you’re such a little cutie, saying that while in this nightgown, you planned this didn’t you?” He groans into your ear as his hand squeezes at your ass and tits roughly, making you moan his name. ”Here’s what's gonna happen, baby. You’re gonna get on your knees and suck me off, if you do good enough I won’t tie you up.” He pushed your head down as you nodded and dropped to your knees.

The light coming from the kitchen made him look so sexy that you even wanted him to tie you up. You look up at him with puppy dog eyes as you unbuckle his belt and start pulling his pants down. He looks at you without a word. You wrap your hand around his hard cock and gently pump it up and down. His tip is pink and leaking and you feel your mouth watering as you bring your face closer to it. Your tongue lolls out and you start giving him little kitten licks. ”You’re begging for it, huh?” He growls and you start messily kissing all over his tip, slowly pumping his shaft while looking up at him.

Your mouth wraps around his tip fully and you suck a little, teasing him even further as he starts pushing your head down more. ”Faster..” He sighs as he grabs at your hair. You start going deeper, taking more of him in when his thrusts start getting sloppy. You almost gag when you push him deeper and deeper. ”Good girl…gonna cum.” He swears under his breath and suddenly you pull away from him, ripping his orgasm from him.

He hisses and looks at you, down on your knees with a smirk on your face. He roughly grabs at your hair and yanks you forward, his cock hitting your face messily. ”You wanna be a brat?” You just moan as he lifts you up, pushing you towards the bedroom. ”Leon…Don’t have to get so mad…” You giggle.

He pins you to the bed and starts rummaging through the closet, getting ropes. You know what’s coming and you can’t help but to press your thighs together when you feel that erotic feeling between your legs. ”You gon’ tie me up, Leon?”

”Yes. You’re gonna be begging for me to stop.” He says as he lifts your arms up and ties your wrists together tightly, then ties them up to the bed frame. He looks at your body while moving down to tie your ankles the same way. You squirm a little and pout at him. ”Too tight, Lee…” You tease him.

”You can take it.” He cooed as he hovered above you, taking in your appearance. Silky nightgown with no panties under and hardened nipples peeking through the fabric. ”So gorgeous, all for me to use.”

You whine and nod as his cold fingers sneak under the hem of your dress, landing on your clit. You buck your hips up for a little sensation and he holds them down. Starting to rub circles on your clit with his cold thumb. ”Ah- Leon..” You moan as he pushes two fingers inside your wet hole. He pumps them up and down with a steady pace, pleasuring you as his thumb still rubs your clit. He studied your expression and nibbled small kisses to your neck.

”Leon! Fuck.” You whimpered as you tugged the ropes and squirmed around, the pleasure fogging your mind and your body feels so at mercy under him, tied up like this. Fuck, every little touch he gives you makes you squirm and moan.

He pulls back to leave you wanting for more, slowly he unzips your dress and reveals your naked body to him.

You squirm a little when he’s dressed and you’re naked and tied. ”Leon-hhh… please.” You whine again when you tug at the ropes. ”No baby. You have to be a good girl, got it?” He asks while lifting his shirt off of his body and hovering over you again. ”You can do that for me, can’t you, bunny? Don’t be a brat.” He says as he pecks you on your lips before they latch on to your neck again. Slowly your eyes close as his kisses reach all the most sensitive spots, wet sloppy kisses behind your ear, on your neck, collarbones, tits, the soft skin of your stomach too as you writhed under him. ”Please..touch me.” You begged. His lips kissed your hips and inner thighs, slowly moving more and more towards your pussy. ”Leon…”

”I’m gonna make you feel so good, you never have those stupid thoughts again.” He mumbles as his mouth latches on your pussy, tongue lapping at your delicious slick as he squeezed your thighs and ass. He sucked on your clit and chuckled when he heard your desperate moans. ”Ah! Oh my god! Feels so good…Leon!”

He pulls back from your heat and lifts himself up, kissing you roughly. You almost taste yourself in his kiss but that didn’t matter. His hands start untying you and you think he’s finally had enough of this punishment and is going to gently fuck you. No. He retracts from the kiss and unties your hands. ”Leon…Want your cock.” You yelp as he suddenly turns your body around, grabs your wrists and ties you down again. Now you’re on your stomach. He grabs a pillow and pushes it under your stomach and hips so that your ass is lifting up.

”Leon…hhh” You wince when his palm hits your ass, he spanked you. Your body jolts forward and your breath hitches. ”Just a hole for me, good for nothing else, you slut.” He grabs at your neck from the back and slightly chokes you while his other hand gropes your ass.

”Yes…just….your little fuck toy.” You whimper as your tongue lolls out. You feel his hard cock prod at your entrance from the back when his hands move to grip at your waist. You arch your back for him as you feel him pushing in.

”Such a tight little pussy…fucking whore. My whore.” He groans and he fully bottoms out. He starts fucking into you at full speed and your tits bounce, face in the pillow as you moan, almost screaming. ”Ah fuck! Leon! Too much…” He continues his speed and his other hand grabs your hair, pulling your head backwards while he bullies his cock inside you. ”Take it all. I’m gonna fuck you stupid so you don’t say stupid shit like that.” He says unamusedly while continuing.

”Gonna cum into you so hard.”

”I’m sorry! M’ sorry, Leon! I won’t say it again, ever. I love you…” You mewl when he starts rubbing your clit while still continuing at a fast pace. Your moans, muffled by the pillows, almost sound like crying at this point. Leon’s rhythm seems to not have stopped when his hips still rut into you, hearing sweet moans and low grunts from your boyfriend. ”Gonna breed this fucking pussy. Gonna cum so deep in you, you’ll be pregnant.”

”Ah fuck! Yes, Leon!” You moan as he starts thrusting deeper. ”That way you’ll never leave me, all filled with my cum and babies.”

”Yes! I wan’ it, Lee…”

”I love you, baby.”

Your knees feel like giving out as your arms shake and the uncontrollable wave of your orgasm washes over you. Your pussy walls clench around his dick as he holds your hips down, pushing himself so deep in you as he released a spur of hot cum in you, filling you so deep. ”Such a good girl…”

[jistagrams]

nct 127 reaction to being on a “sex ban”

warnings: not proofread, suggestive asfk, reader is a lil mean, jealous markkk <33, kinda mean donghyuck, oral(fem & male), unprotected sex(wrap it up!!), voyeurism???, lmk if I missed anything!! 💝

taeil: would be nonchalant about it but in reality he’s in SHAMBLES. no sex just because of a girl who he was not interested in poured him a cup of beer? doesn’t make any sense! “okay, no sex then” he spoke as if he was tired of the conversation, knowing very well he’s sad about not being able to fuck you. But you said he couldn’t fuck you, that doesn’t mean he can’t tease you. The next day he wore his grey sweats w/o a shirt knowing that made you find him very attractive. He would hug you from behind making sure you felt his bulge on ur ass, when you would go to the bathroom to shower he would be right behind you saying “it’s a way to save water babe.” While in the shower he would be painfully obvious at how he’s staring at your soapy boobs, “let me wash you doll” who could say no to taeil? And who could say no to the way he pressed opened mouth kisses leading from your chin to down your neck, leaving small bruises. Definitely couldn’t say no to how good it felt when he teased your clit. “taeil..no sex. Remember?” You whined out softly trying to stand your ground. “Oh I remember my love” he smiled at you when he entered your tight pussy. “what a dumb rule though. if you didn’t wanna come the next time we fucked you should’ve said that.” He groaned in between his words, setting a good pace.

johnny: would definitely just be okay w it, I mean you guys don’t really even fuck that much as it is. “got it! no sex for a week” he smiled at you, he did think it was quite dumb though. All because he ate your favorite food that you were saving for today?

well he was okay with it until he was randomly horny one day and using his hand wasn’t cutting it. So when you came home that day he practically threw himself on you. “What’s going on?” You asked between the kisses he was smothering you with. “I really need you yn. I don’t give a shit about that dumb rule right now.” you felt yourself clench over nothing at his words. “So needy” you sighed out as he lead you both to the shared room, already losing the top you were wearing.

taeyong: would be a little sad about it, like wdym he can’t love on you? That’s not fair :(. You would push him away any time he would get anywhere close to initiating anything sexual, he would pout n go to the bathroom to relieve himself there. Mumbling how mean you are on his way there. But since he respects you he doesn’t try any harder, during the week of his sex ban if he was horny he would give you a small kiss (a passionate and sloppy one) and either go to the bathroom or the room. That was until one day where you were the one to initiate something. You had just seen the baggu jeans mv and you couldn’t help but drool at how good your boyfriend had looked. So once he got home you sat him down to sit right on top of him, kissing everywhere while trying to take both of yours and his clothes off, “woah baby, what’s wrong??” he spoke to you softly, quite surprised at the sudden change of emotions. “Baggy jeans.”

yuta: would laugh in your face and kiss you on ur forehead before walking away still giggling to himself, “sure yn, sure.”

but was he so wrong. It had been at least 2 weeks since he had said that and there was still no sex, some small kisses, maybe even one small make out session but it led to no where. He was on the verge of cumming at any contact you gave him, you both were in bed as he felt his dick get harder as you kept moving trying to get comfy, your ass was right on his erection, you felt his hard on thinking it was just something in his pocket. “babe, u forgot something in ur pocket” u mumbled to him as u kept scrolling on your phone, he whined n held you close to him.he sighed out a no and put ur phone to the side, he started kissing your shoulder while grinding on you slowly, you finally realized that he was horny and in need, “no Yuta” you sternly said while he slipped ur shorts off and his boxers off, “you don’t feel good? Don’t wanna feel how good I make you?” He sweetly spoke as his slid in, “just one round..” u whimpered as he gave your shoulder a little kiss.

doyoung: would complain n whine to u saying “u can’t do this to him” , u rolled ur eyes and walked away, he thought you were just joking about it all, but after a week of no intimacy he was proven wrong. He fucking hated not being able to touch you, or even kiss you. “no doyoung” you wouldn’t even call him “babe” or “doie” and he hated it. He missed you badly he was going crazy, you were losing it as well. You had just seen baggy jeans and crop top he wore that slid up every time he raised his arms up showing his toned stomach was making you miss him desperately, but you had to prove him wrong. But when he invited you to hang out w him while he promoted baggy jeans you couldn’t help but drag him into the changing room and drop right onto your knees right then n there. “seems like I was right” he grinned slightly as he held onto ur hair.

jaehyun: “what why?” He would sit in front of you and hold your hands w his big doe eyes. Confused on why you would put him on a “sex ban” he didn’t even mean to talk to that girl, he was just drunk n thought it was you for a split second,

“cmon baby let’s get out of her- ooohhhhhh ur not yn” he slurred as he walked away from the girl who stood there in confusion.

[present]

“Babe i literally walked away from her as soon as I said that!” He pleaded with you while holding onto ur hands tighter, u roll ur eyes and get out of his grip. “you had your arm around her waist jae.” you sighed as u ran ur hand thru ur hair. “Babe I swear you guys were wearing the same outfit, I don’t love anybody but you ok?” He leaned forward to place a kiss on your lips. You didn’t move, he held you shoulders as he dropped u down to hover over you. “Jaehyun..” you sighed out as he started kissing down your neck, unclipping your bra. “Let me make it up to you..show u how much I love you.” He whispered into your ear.

jungwoo: would literally BEG. like you can’t take away his favorite thing to do :( . “babe please” he whined as he held onto you from behind while u washed the dishes. “No jungwoo. I told you to do one simple thing! but you couldn’t even do that.” You would have to admit. It was kinda petty but you didn’t care, you told him to not have his friends over while you were studying, was that so hard? But ofc he still had everyone over. So it lead to you failing the test you were studying for. “I’m so sorry baby I forgot you were studyinggggg” he dragged his words. you sighed as you ignored your overexaggerator boyfriend who was swaying you both side to side as he begged n pleaded. Well you tried. But it was impossible so you broke, Turning off the water and turning around. Still in his arms, “you want me to lift the sex ban? Then sit on that chair and don’t move a muscle.” He nodded and sat on the chair that was closest to him. You got on ur knees and pulled his pants down. “Your gonna be a good boy n let me do whatever I want ok?” He quickly nodded as you pulled out his dick.

mark: would awkwardly laugh about it and when u don’t start laughing w him he starts to realize you weren’t joking. “woah dude, ur srs?” He said as he sat up from the couch to go to the room to see you getting ready, “yes mark. No sex for Atleast 2 weeks” he gasped while putting his hand over his mouth. “2 weeks is so long yn. You can’t do this to me” he whined while dragging his gaming chair to sit next to you. You looked at him from the mirror n rolled ur eyes. “maybe act right next time.” He sighed n just looked at you. you looked like the hottest person on earth, the skin fitting dress you wore that captured all of your curves, the hoop earrings that added character to the outfit, the slicked back hair you had made you look so so beautiful to him, “you look hot” he whispered while going to kiss your neck. You slightly smiled at him and thanked him. “your going out like this?” He said as he leaned in more to deepen his kiss on your neck, starting to suck a specific spot. “with some friends , yeah” he hummed, “don’t leave a mark, mark.” He released the skin he had in his mouth and stared at the mark he had left, “should I leave a few more, so guys will know?” He said while looking at you, now placing his hand on your thigh.

haechan: would nod and walk off knowing he’s so sad about it, but he has a plan to make you crack before he does. He’s gonna yeast the shit outta you, so when the next morning hit he didn’t bother to get up n take care of his morning wood in the shower, he took care of it right next to you in bed. You woke up to small whimpers and whining, you sit up in bed and pull the covers off, gasping in shock when you see haechan jacking off w his phone in his other hand. He took a small glance at you then back to whatever was on his phone. “donghyuck wtf..” you halfway yelled, you weren’t mad. You were just in shock. “What? I had to get rid of it somehow.” He shrugged and continued, you wanted to help him, you really did but u remembered the night before you had put him on a sex ban and you couldn’t go over your word.

“hi yn” he said as he hugged onto you from the back, making sure his hard-on was noticeable to you, “hey” you replied back, trying to ignore his dick on your ass. He held you for a bit longer until he walked away mumbling about how he has to fix something.

It was week 2 and he still wasn’t backing down. Almost everyday you woke up to him jacking off next to you. It was driving you insane, so when he left to work you decided to release some stress by taking out a vibrator, but what you didn’t realize is how you got lost in time and how haechan was already home. He was walking into the room when he saw you moaning like no tomorrow, he slightly smirked at the view, “enjoying urself baby?”  he spoke out, you looked up and gasped. You still didn’t stop the toy though, already feeling too good to stop it. He drops his bag and comes to lay between your legs, holding your thighs as he takes off the toy from your clit and kisses the inside of your thigh, “let me make you feel way better than that toy, okay?” He smiled up at you. “Poor baby couldn’t handle her own ban, had to take out a toy instead of asking her boyfriend. Stupid doll, I’ll help you. But you won’t come till I say so, okay?” He said as he started to eat you out like a starved man.

[kittysarchive]

hiiii<3 first off, i js wanna say ur writing is amazing and i love ur work sm!!<33 Second, I was wondering if I can req and yandere! skz with a sub reader with a choking kink?? idk if this is too much but i went based off ur prompt list, u don't have to if u don't want to, u js keep shining like the amazing and beautiful person u r <333

THANYOU LOVE UUUUU......I haven't written yandere content in a while!!

Chan

He'll feel....almost proud. Proud that he has corrupted you.

"You like that? You dirty girl" His grip on your neck tighten, causing you to moan out, fuelling his pride. "Your fucking mine....you hear that?" Chan loves, feeling power just from choking you. Gosh, it felt so good. His thrusting speeds up, feeling you loose air. "Not yet baby" He wanted to choke you as long as a he could, he wanted to hurt you for as long as he could, he wanted to fuck you for as long as he could. "Not yet" He repeats, feeling you clench around him, your 3rd orgasm was approaching.

Lee Know

He felt....more possessive of you.

Hearing you coke, hearing you cry, hearing your begging...begging for him to coke you harder, it all felt unreal. "Want me to choke you harder? Is that what you want slut? "Y-yes" You manage to say, coughing harder as his grip tightens. You whine out, clenching hard around him, almost suffocating him. He wished he knew you were this dirty before he took you....he could have had so much more fun.

Changbin

Always manhandling you, always hurting you, always placing you in headlock....and finding out you liked that stuff....

Rutting into you like there was no tomorrow, Changbin groaned feeling you clench around cock. He continues his pace, slowing down, fearing he heard you wrong. "C-choke me" You say louder. Changbin had heard you correctly. Smile widening, he continues fuck you hard, brining a firm hand to your throat, restricting your air. Rolling his hips, his smile never left knowing he made you like this, knowing he changed you into this.

Hyunjin

You looked so gorgeous gasping for air....even more gorgeous when you asked for this.

"So pretty" He hummed, fingers wrapping around you neck, restricting more oxygen. Hearing you cry out, he knew he was doing it right. "Dumb baby" He cooed as you choked on your tears, fighting for oxygen, he loved you so much, crying for hi to let go, he may have gone to tight, trying to unravel his fingers, you looked so cute crying below him

Han

Taking it into hand, he may of went to far.

"F-fucking whore, wanting me to choke you like a slut huh?" Han laughs, teasing as your eyes well up with tears, continuing to degrade you, you wish you never told him this. "You crying? You asked for this bitch" His hips jack hammer into yours, showing no signs of slowing down. Sharing a kink should not result to this. "You need air? Did I say you could fucking squirm?" His eyes darken, pissed you tried to remove his hands. Clenching your throat harder, you feel yourself sleeping away.

Felix

Aw, his baby wants to get choked

"You want to get choked baby?" He smiles, hands ghosting over your neck. "Want me to hurt you? You a pain slut huh?" He laughs, fingers curling around your neck. "Don't worry baby, I'll give you what you want" He declares, closing off your air as he fucks your brains out, making dure your remember this pain.

Seungmin

Proud. Put into words, proud, put into actions, fucking you harder.

Hearing your polite command to choke you...he complied. Fucking you harder, thrusting in deeper as he took away your air. "Is this what you wanted? Wanted daddy to choke you?" He laughs, seeing how you pathetically nod your head. "Don't worry, I'll fuck you nice and good" Seungmin smiles, his hips speeding up as they slam down into you, knocking the remaing air out of your lungs.

Jeongin

Surprised but not complaining.

"Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you huh? Fuck you and choke you baby?" He laughs, his hands choking you. Feeling your moans vibrate onto his hands, his thrusts into you harder. "Should've told me sooner baby" He leans his head down, sucking your jaw harshly as his hips slam into yours, his heavy balls slapping your ass.

[satoruhour]

🐇 hi t!!! i currently have this brainrot and i don't know who else but to share it and i thought HEYYYY what if i share this to one of my favorite satoru writers hdjfhdkdhdj don't mind me but omfg i've been listening to i know from travis scott's new album and i couldn't stop thinking about angsty(?) fucking with satoru, him cutting off the friends w benefits set up with you because he's scared of confronting his feelings with falling in love with you and he thinks he'll hurt you because he scared of the unfamiliarity of love to him,,,, but he's so into you, the way you momentarily stare into him after you pull away from a heated kiss, the way you wrap your fingers and hold his hands when you slowly grind on his cock, the way you look into his eyes with clouded lust when he's gripping your hips as he bullies his cock into you, the way you hold onto his wrists when he fucks his fingers and plays with your clit tenderly while he has your back on his pounding chest.........he just can't forget you and the chemistry so he pulls up at your residence, knocking at your door at 2 am intoxicated and high, and he's aware he isn't supposed to do this anymore but satoru always knows you'll be opening up the door for him and him only like his good girl with nothing under your velvet babydoll dress you'd always wear when he's around........he always finds a way to make you cry and begging in bed but this time it's different when it's you feigning hurt with the way he cut things off and left you, reminding him “you're just drunk right now,” or “it's just the drugs, satoru...” while he holds your leg onto his broad shoulders and his right hand rubbing your clit while he pumps his cock inside your warm pussy but he softly chuckles at your protests, his tongue licking your neck before he comes closer to your face, his thrusts slowing down as his eyes glances at your lips before settling his blue eyes on your low lidded eyes, telling you “i know baby, i know,” then kisses you momentarily just for him to bite your lower lip tenderly. he looks back at you, you practically have heart eyes all over, all dumbed down with the way he fucks you, a constant reminder that he has you wrapped around his fingers and he can't help but to bite his lip back,,,,,, he isn't yours, but he knows at the back of his mind that you're always his.

PROTECTED VULNERABILITY / STUBBORN HEART

a/n: anon ur MIND ! i need to tell u i had fwb gojo in my drafts 4 the longest time but i never continued. but also i cant tell if i like this or not, i hope i didnt disappoint u anon 😭 also i couldn’t handle the angst so i made reader also want gojo, but written not so obviously as him! cant put my baby thru all that and also ! i may have missed the angsty fucking part so it’s just gojo pining like an idiot

wc: 6.6k

warnings: fwb!gojo, gojo is crazy over u, dom!gojo but hints of whiny gojo, m! masturbation, oral (f and m receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, fingering, praise, pet names, reader and gojo are both high in the last scene, finger sucking, face-fucking, deepthroating, tongue-fucking, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie / breeding kink, multiple rounds, ambiguous ending, n*sfw under the cut

gojo never liked to feel vulnerable.

he understands it fully when he’s got you on top of him for the first time, staring down at him, unaware he’s one of the strongest people in his line of work. you’re unknowingly setting every part of him ablaze, caged in like your body’s a branding iron and he traces over the crescent marks and the lines you made later in the bathroom.

gojo doesn’t recover after that, pondering over this vulnerability which only you could make him feel — the lilt in your voice, the softness of your eyes — it felt almost like it was just for him. his delusions don’t escape him, and rather it only grows worse each time he meets you. 

vulnerability was a state of exposure, like the way his skin singes under the sun or the unfamiliar feeling of infinity being turned off. it was like standing bare like venus in her birth, eyes forcefully turned onto her while on her scallop shell. it was like sitting on the steps of jujutsu high and getting a ridiculous question of why he didn’t chase after his best friend.

it was like turning his head to meet your sleeping form, calm and undisturbed in the late morning while he wishes you’d turn into a curse, bare your teeth at him and give him a reason to just flee. gojo felt so vulnerable he wanted to do anything but be here. he knows it all too well when it claws at his throat and makes his head spin. it takes the breath out of him and sends tremors through his fingertips. they’re just some of the uncomfortable feelings satoru braces himself for before he’s interrupted by your fingers unzipping his pants, and he loses himself to your skillful hands.

“baby— c’mon,” gojo laughs, tugging lightly on your hair that you moan, and you’re making quick work of his uniform, tugging it off and coming face to face with his bulge. it’s been plaguing him since the mission earlier, but with a quick call to you, you’re quick to show up in a t-shirt and pants, crashing his lips onto yours right at the door.

“okay, i’ll stop teasin’.” your sly smile told gojo everything he needed to know, a shaky breath leaving him when his cock finally leaves the confines of his underwear. his eyes can’t look away from the way your manicured nails wrap around his length as you’re circling your tongue around his tip. you pull him in with just your stare, collecting his pre-cum before you spit on his dick, taking him slowly.

satoru’s head falls back against his sofa, but it’s not for long when he knows you taking his cock down your throat is the hottest thing he’s witnessed. sure, he’s gotten blowjobs before, and he’s moaning as he is but gojo never quite feels the rush of adrenaline throughout his whole body, never the shortness of breath that catches in his lungs.

“love your cock in my mouth, gojo— mhm…” he’s hoping you can pick up on the fact that he does not want you to say that, because it makes everything harder for him, a high-pitched yelp leaving him when you start to suck on his balls, hand still pumping his shaft and you love the way gojo’s hips buck into the air, juices pooling in your panties.

everything feels just right when you bring his hands to your head and get almost all of him into your mouth, nose buried in his pubes and taking in the musky scent of his body — gojo lets out a drawn out whine when he lets himself loose and your eyes are rolling back further and further into your head as the hours pass. his hands are so large on you it drives you crazy as well as it does to the other when you’re twining your fingers with his while you sink down on him, when he squeezes your hand when he’s about to cum. your giggles are muffled by the kisses you share in the late night, unknowingly giving into your questions about him.

the next day is blurry as gojo finds himself handing his card over, in a haze since the previous night, the only thing standing crystal clear was the cutest babydoll dress hanging on a rack.

so the next time you meet, he’s passing you the gift with a whisper in your ear that he expects you to wear it every time he’s around and you have half a mind to smack him on the arm. i’m not like you! reusing outfits and stinking them up! gojo only laughs hard before your snarky remarks are swallowed by the sorcerer, soft moans and pants weaselling out from your lips while you let him use you in a changing room; he doesn’t tell you how your sounds make him dizzy.

in between you’re accepting his calls with a cheery voice, sticking through to your babydoll dress promises. a culmination of feelings building up until gojo truly feels like he can’t breathe — he manages each time which makes even him impressed with himself. but then you’re meeting his kiss halfway when he’s rubbing at your clit gently from below you, drawing out the most lewd sounds from you, the buzzing feeling of your body against him — it’s too much for gojo sometimes.

and the last, before gojo satoru is finally stripped down to his core and that recurring impulse to push people away starts bubbling up again, and yet he tries to find an excuse each time to even catch a glance at you. he knows despite his inability to admit it to himself.

he knows this like he knows many things — the ins and outs of his technique, what food megumi liked, your favourite fruit — but not even the sweetness of an Amaou could convince him of the very feelings he’s swallowed and buried under the very soil he wishes to grow strawberries from. at least he knows he’s fucked.

but the knowing halts when it comes to when? was it when you’re no longer rushing to leave his place after hookups? was it when he sees traces of you in his home? was it when he’s handing over his card to pay for a dress he wasn’t even sure was in your size?

your whisper of his name brings him back, and his bright eyes seem to lighten just a little; in it you can see the crash of the oceans and the scent of it. gojo smells like that — saltiness tinged with caramel and sweetness, scent lingering in and around you whenever you’re not with him. you’ve been making new discoveries about him ever since, even more so today when your heart pounds with the way his hands are on you, feeling a little foreign from how long he hasn’t contacted you.

“are you alright?” you mumble, hips halting at the stupor gojo seemed to be in, until he silently nods, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth and lifting you off of him. it confuses you a little before he settles you on his chest and you shiver at the vibration of his chest.

“spread your legs, baby,” you sigh when his hands trace over your thighs, the coldness of his hands against the warmth of your thighs feeling so good, even more so when he coos in your ear at just how wet you are, drawing languid circles around your clit. “so wet, hm?” you hum whilst turning your head to face him, eyes flitting straight down to his lips when he licks them.

“just f’r you, pretty boy,” your giggles are consumed by gojo’s eager lips, meeting yours halfway in a rough kiss as he starts to rub at your bundle of nerves. even your moans are swallowed, muffled by gojo’s own needy ones before your hands fly up to clutch at his.

“g-gojo! f— fuckkk…” at this point, you’ve completely succumbed to the man behind you, body limp to his ministrations; they’re relentless even when your hands hold his wrist captive. 

“right there?” gojo chuckles into your ear, hot breath fanning across your ear. it trails into giggles when a drawn out yeahh… makes its way out of you, “my good lil girl.”

you preen at the praise you’ve heard multiple times before, but for some reason your heart only

jumps at gojo’s words no matter how you look at it. with his other hand, he’s positioning it at your entrance, slipping in his finger with a groan that reverberates through his toned chest. there’s moans and whines exchanged, the musky scent of sex flooding every corner.

before long, a second finger joins his first, eyes locked on the way your drooling cunt sucks him in easily while your juices coat his palm, a glistening, filthy sight as he sets a pace. gojo laughs again when your other wandering hand wraps around his wrist, too.

“s’too full,” you whimper, head thrown back across his shoulder, thinking your tightly clenched hands did any work, but if anything, it only spurs him on further. the abuse on your core is endless, feeling with a shiver down your back, the lazy circles on your cli  and the spread of his hand widening to fit more of his fingers in you.

“you’ve taken my cock before, darlin’, you can do it.” satoru coats your shoulders and neck with kisses, that lone sentence making it clear to him he wants you more than just this one time. he wants this over and over until you’re crying and the sheets are soaked, until he’s made so many cups of morning coffee for you that he can’t count them on one hand. there’s a brief falter in his movements when he realises this, an uncomfortable stifled gulp until you’re whining into his ears, hands beckoning him to continue and he brushes it away like he always does.

you’re cumming easily with the arch of your back, but gojo is still in a daze about your life together. maybe you’d gift him a box of kikufuku when he’s back from trips, maybe you’d patch him up after a difficult mission even if you didn’t know what his job entailed. there was too many maybe’s, something gojo wasn’t willing to bet on. for now, he’d focus on the way—

—the way moans lingered on your lips when you came as your body reacted so well to his fingers, clutching on his lanky frame while he pumped you full. he watches when your eyes roll back and your neck reveals itself and he laughs into it, telling you how he’s the only one to make you feel this good and you’re nodding frantically.

gojo’s heart warms at that while his throat dries and it’s like he loses confidence and he feels like a virgin all over again — so blessed to have you under him while he’s suddenly hyper aware of how your cunt feels around him. it’s divine, you’re divine; he stifles a small confession and masks it with a cry. a cry that was of pure desire which couldn’t be expressed, and he blinks away the tears before they could come because you feel too damn good; and if he looks at you one second more he would confess everything.

“you okay?” gojo brushes the sweaty hairs that stick to your forehead, getting a blissful smile from you afterwards while you merely pull him down for a kiss and satoru feels bile creep up in his throat at the tenderness which you connect your lips to him. you’re leading the kiss so slowly and sweetly he wonders if you ever prefer his lips over your Amaou strawberries.

“’m okay, gojo.” the last name is reminiscent of the stagnant distance between you, “are you?”

satoru sniffles just a bit and nods, “y-yeah. let me go get a rag, ’kay?”

you don’t answer after because of your fatigue, merely letting him slip away from your fingers while you calm your heartbeat, rather settling for his scent on the bedsheets and you ignore the redness of his eyes, letting him take care of you as the night falls into an uncharacteristic quiet.

words are difficult in this arrangement after the rules have been set. we’re here to fuck, not to solve each other’s problems, and you’re giving him a curt nod and a sultry smile before you taste gojo satoru for the first time. it has been like that since then, although gojo has been more silent than usual, but words—

words are difficult, and so you leave it be with a deep sigh and a dreamless slumber, not aware of the other.

it’s when the rush of water hits the pail, gojo realises he can’t carry on much longer, of the pull you have on him, on the chemistry, the words dying on his lips when he sees you already passed out. with a gentle hand he glides the rag over you, careful not to wake you, and it’s getting difficult separating love from lust when he’s wiping you down so gently like this.

gojo is gone when you awaken, his side of the bed cold that signals to you he’s been gone for a few hours now, and you’re hoping to get a greeting of him posing beside mochi, or a trinket from a neighbouring district. his work made him travel a lot, you heard, but the specifics are a hushed topic — he wasn’t yours to know intimately anyway.

you’re halfway changing into a babydoll dress he got you, the material sleek and comfortable enough to be worn at home, glancing at the phone with one arm in the arm hole. you frown.

[11:12, gojo satoru]: hey. i think we should stop this thing we have goin on

gojo’s fingers regret the very moment he’s sent it, because you do nothing but type and stop and linger online. he makes it worse with a second message, and multiple more.

[11:14, gojo satoru]: i have uh… a work thing that might interfere with this. 

i’m sorry y/n, you were.. great. i loved every second i spent…|

he let his feelings run and accidentally clicks ‘send’ and panics, unsending it almost instantly. he has to catch a breath before he types it out again.

[11:15, gojo satoru]: i’m sorry (y/n), you were.. great. thank you for the arrangement fr

had a lot of fun while it lasted, also sorry i used all ur face wash hehehe ~

gojo groans into his hands at the way he easily reverts back to his playful disposition, a coping mechanism he’s picked up since high school and he hates how he already misses how he was with you.

“what the fuck are you moaning about now?” shoko asks, obviously irritatedly as she dissects another transfigured human, and her private time on studying the oddness of the disfigured curse is undoubtedly ruined by her friend’s incessant groaning.

the sorcerer is spread out on one of the seats in the morgue, “nothin’.”

“is it that friends with benefits thing you have going on?” he rolls his eyes behind the blindfold. years of dissecting people probably granted shoko with the ability to see through people, both literally and figuratively. gojo simply waves a hand and takes his leave, phone already on do not disturb to avoid seeing your reply. that’s the first time shoko catches onto his inner turmoil, the tear between wanting to protect his heart and the desperation to let someone in.

[11:20, delivered]: oh

but you know when it’s started for him. you think it was the moment you’d seen the change in gojo’s eyes. there wasn’t just carnal need for you, not just lust. amongst little specks of darkened azure you can see the softer hues of baby and lapis; but what do you know, right?

those same eyes stare back at you in the profile picture he set after a drunken night together. you reply with the only thing you can manage as you try to convince yourself it’s what you want. 

[11:21, delivered]: oh okay

you feel like a schoolgirl throwing a tantrum again, the pounding in your heart reaching your ears like a droning drum and you feel like you cannot breathe. your pillows are the victim of your unfiltered scream, paired with multiple profanities until you’re left with no more fire in you. gojo satoru had taken all of the heat with him.

that was friday; on sunday there’s a notification at the end of the week that tells you your screen time went up by 9%.

nanami and shoko were never one to reject a drinking night on a monday, sharing an unsaid (and reluctant) conclusion that maybe they should bring gojo along even if he’s only going to be sipping on apple cider. but while usually gojo is boasting about his terrible alcohol tolerance, tonight he’s buried in an arm he wishes was your neck, the burn of the whiskey nanami begged him not to drink reminding him of your touch.

“thousand yen and a new dissection set for when gojo goes back to his friend with benefits within one week.”

“ah, when, not if? you seem pretty confident,” nanami comments from across the table in the fairly busy bar, leaning back with an unreadable expression upon his face.

shoko only shrugs, “something tells me he’s definitely moping in his—”

“can we please stop talking about me like i’m not in the middle?” his words are muffled by the dark blue uniform he dons, white hair looking strangely duller as he tries to get some shuteye in a damn bar; foolish enough to lose sleep over you that he’s been messing up on missions. even nanami was surprised to be assigned to harder missions upon learning about gojo’s mishaps.

his grumbles fall on deaf ears, the clink of their glasses only highlighting satoru’s torment, the mediocre performance of the band on stage only adding to the headache that was forming — and it’s not long before gojo loses all senses. he has to be lugged out of the bar by nanami as shoko just grins, still as fresh as she arrived as she shouts a good luck! and the stoic sorcerer is left to deal with his senior. by now, gojo has already talked his ear off while he decides what to do with the lanky man, a call to ijichi halted when the strongest sorcerer starts to mumble out incoherent words.

“she’sss… she’s so beautiful i— i don’t… nanaminnn i don’t know what to fuckin’ do,” gojo mumbles into the lapels of the other’s suit. “i feel like i might— i wanna die whenever i’m with her because…”

gojo sniffles. he’s driven to tears easily, the liquor in him intensifying anything and everything. his last confessions are slurred, albeit softly. “i can’t breathe around her.”

there’s a tense silence that circles them for a few minutes, nanami considering his next words carefully even with the soft whispers of your name leaving his lips, and then, there’s also the awkward hard-on nanami can feel on his thigh and he’s trying so hard not to wince — at least gojo’s pants were darker in colour. he can only muster sighs when people on the sidewalk give him looks.

“gojo. i’m not a stranger to your… tendencies,” nanami’s voice cuts through harshly, thinking that his senior may be napping, but he’s surprised to hear a hum leaving his throat, “but you’ve been lacking. in missions, in teaching. it’s never this bad.”

monday. it’s monday and it’s been three days since he broke it off. all it takes is some whiskey and nanami kento to break you down, but he doesn’t say anything after, standing in silence with him until the alcohol wears off just a little more and the sorcerer’s able to gather his cursed energy to teleport. but all gojo can sense in his home are the residuals of your cursed energy. it stings his nose like an odour, something he should be repulsed by, like the pungent smell of copper after visiting shoko or the strong tang of the fermented tofu you’ve tried making for him.

weirdly it only makes the ache in his pants worse when the cursed energy fills his head and messes with his; it reminds him of when you’d be too impatient to make it to the bedroom, letting gojo take you on the couch, to the ride of his shirt up your hips when you first wake up. plopping onto the sofa, he almost succumbs to sleep, alcohol breath and all, but manages to flip himself over, fingers stumbling over his zipper.

your name is the first thing that leaves his mouth as he palms his bulge, soft grunts sounded out in the quietness of his house. his head digs far into the couch as he focuses on you atop him working your magic, grinding onto his front like a tease with your hands on his chest. he removes his underwear with a sigh, hand immediately starting to stroke himself.

“oh— shit, y-yeah,” satoru has no restraint, no decorum, whines filling the room while the slick noises of his fist increase in volume. he thinks of every bit of your body moving against him, water against rock, icarus against the sun.

gojo squeezes his shaft and remembers all the times you’ve wrapped your own hand around him, nails newly done and paid from his pocket as the baby blues move up and down his dick. he rubs a thumb around his tip, and the way his tip leaks pre-cum is almost sinful.

“baby, oh fuckk—” his head pounds from the bright light and the alcohol, and the way his eyes are scrunched tight. “you feel so fuckin’ good.”

satoru’s hips are lifting off his sofa, humping into thin air while his hands speed up, and he’s close, getting some notification from nanami which draws his attention to the wallpaper he set of you: sheets dangerously low on your chest, eyes resting from the long night. it makes him sob out your name because you don’t know what you do to him, until.

until gojo reaches an unsatisfying peak, a cry on his lips and spurts of his cum staining his hand, but it feels nothing like you. the liquid’s spread across his hand like hot water, the guilt burning his body before he chucks his phone to the side and prays to any god that they would have mercy on him.

a gasp is heard. your figure shows itself through the babydoll dress, looking stunning as always with your doe eyes. he knew you’d always open the door.

“gojo.”

alcohol is prevalent on the man standing across from you, and you’re partially surprised to see him in front of you after just one week calling your whole arrangement off — somewhere, someone you don’t know is gifting another unknown person a new dissection set with a mere ¥1000 bill on it. something tugs at your heart at his flushed face and messy hair, maybe it was your feelings, maybe it was the wine you drank before this. you also take note of the unbuttoned dress shirt he’s got on, the wrinkles and dishevelled state of it driving you a little insane.

“baby…” gojo smiles like it was a late night drinking with the boys and it was you welcoming him home, but it’s different when you’ve fucked and received kisses like he loves you, all while he’s standing at the corridor of your apartment building. you’re hoping he’s only a figment of your imagination, because you’ve banished him from your mind since last week. oh well, you tried anyways.

“what. do you want?” there’s a slight buzz from the wine you drank, amplified when he slowly makes his way into the familiar space.

“you—” the other hiccups, and he has to keep a hand on the doorframe from collapsing. if he’s strong enough to do that, you think he’s probably one drink in, bordering on the line of being high and slowly descending into drunkenness. in his hand there’s a bottle of apple cider to quell the alcohol; you stifle a smile.

“i’m not the one who called it off.” you hold your ground, not even noticing the attachment you have with the velvet on your body, feeling satoru’s fingers play with the soft fabric of its hem.

“and yet you— you wear this dress like it’s your underwear, always opening the door f’r me a-and… fuck,” it comes out softly upon feeling up your thighs and settling on your ass cheeks, void of any panties. he gives it a good squeeze and a small whimper leaves you, forced to cosy up to his chest when you stumble forward.

“you’re just drunk right now, gojo, sayin’ shit like that…” you trail off, finding any excuse to not open up the scab on your heart again, pushing at his chest like you didn’t want to taste the rum on him, like you didn’t want his body on yours and taint him with sauvignon.

gojo proves you wrong over and over again at how he’s got your dress flipped up later, neck bent up to accommodate his tall stature while you’re supporting yourself on the flimsy shoe rack as he pulls your body flush against him and toes off his shoes — he’s skilled at multitasking like that.

“need to be inside you, baby,” he groans, fingers fumbling with the dress he bought and he almost cums just from feeling up your body, “but first.”

you’re swept off the floor and your hands are quick to wrap around his neck, following the route to your bedroom like he’s done many times before. this time, there’s a different kind of thrill, looking down at your hazy eyes as you’re both intoxicated on liquor. it’s different from the time he took the current picture of his contact in your phone (you hadn’t deleted his number), it’s different from every other day.

“gojo…” is all you can muster when he plops you down a little roughly on the bed, and you have the privilege of seeing him strip out of the button down shirt, forearms flexing against the shirt as he reveals his toned body bit by bit. you can’t help but refuse to lose, legs spreading just a little to show him all the wetness you’ve gotten just from kissing him.

“angel,” he looks a little starstruck by the sheen of your pussy, swallowing until he’s finally out of his shirt, “you look fuckin’ beautiful.”

your small smile tells him you already know that (“pretty girl, takin’ me so well like this.” a whisper into your ear in that changing room) like you know how you’re probably the only one to get him like this: panting, mouth parted, cock aching to be in you — you’re just better at hiding your own.

wordlessly, you swipe two fingers along your folds, collecting your slick before they come to rest upon his lips, taking it into his mouth willingly. they swirl around your digits and he hums at the taste, divine as always, teeth scraping your skin when you easily unbuckle his pants and peel the underwear off of him.

“can i call you satoru?”

you don’t even have to fucking ask, he wishes to say but all he answers with is a shaky “yes”, and he never wants anything to do with the gojo clan any more. if you asked him to quit being a sorcerer, he would, because all he wants to be associated with is satoru and the cadence of it falling from your lips.

even one week was too much for you, so you’re quick to get to your knees, going straight to putting his fat cock in your mouth. the moan gojo lets out is straight pornographic, and he’s missed this as much as you did, knowing nothing could compare to his hand when your mouth was second to your cunt. lovingly, his hand caresses one side of your cheek, filled to the brim with his length.

“so fuckin’ warm, holy fuck—” bobbing your head, you keep a steady hand on his thighs, because with one look to him, he’s whimpering out, hands loosely tangling in your hair. you moan as his hips start to buck into your mouth, and with a small nod from you, the hands on your head tightens before he starts to thrust into your cavern, bringing you down to his pelvis ever so slightly.

there’s guttural sounds coming from the back of your throat as you deepthroat him, eyes brimming with tears before he lets up. his thrusts don’t stop, though, and he fucks your mouth like an animal, lewd noises flooding the room as drool falls from your mouth. you’re moaning as you play with yourself, the vibrations causing the other’s hips to stutter.

“g’nna c—” it’s a shame how fast gojo cums, but it’s only fair because of the way your mouth feels on him, tongue flexing against the underside of his shaft every time his cock disappears into you and he’s shooting hot liquid down your throat after, unloading into your throat as you swallow easily. you’re used to the bitter taste by now.

“s’big,” you giggle, naturally taking over as your hands squeeze out the last bits of cum from his cock, and the way it drips onto your tongue is orgasmic, “love your cock s’much, satoru.”

gojo brings you up by your arms, and he has to taste himself on you first before he’s fully taking off his pants, smiling just a bit when your legs spread again and your pussy is practically begging for him. “enough of me, let’s focus on you.”

you raise an eyebrow while he’s inches away from your cunt, ignoring the rasp of his voice like it hadn’t made you shiver, “me?”

“yeah, you, my pretty lil thing.” you hardly digest what he says before his mouth engulfs your core, and you let out a deafening moan, hands closing around your bed sheets as he starts to suck on your clit. his tongue is ruthless, flicking at your nub and wrapping both arms around your thighs, tugging you into his face like he wasn’t close enough already.

“oh g-god— satoruuu…” his name falls from your lips countless times and gojo’s eyes can’t help but shift to your face at the pretty sounds that come from you, zoned in on eating you out until his chin is wet with your slick.

“look at me, princess,” gojo is taken aback from the blissed out expression on your face, but it doesn’t falter him, a resolve settling in his bones, “thaaat’s it, baby.” and you struggle to hold his stare when those familiar blues comes flooding back into his irises while his tongue doesn’t stop any of its movements, knowing your ins and outs. you can feel the fabric below you starting to soak, pussy dripping endlessly.

he gives you one last lasting look before he moves down to your entrance, tongue slipping inside while his nose nudges your clit and your hands fly to his hair. gojo hums into your cunt, affirmations of good girl mixed in with moans that send chills up your body.

“close, aren’t ya?” you roll your eyes at how he’s so confident now, sobriety coming to light a bit and rum leaving his system the moment he’s got your pussy in between his lips, but he’s not wrong because you can feel the coil in your stomach twisting and turning, hearing him groan out when he uses a free hand to stroke himself.

his tongue returns to your clit and gojo sucks hard until you’re pulling on his stark white hair, screaming out his name and profanities as you cum, leaking so much juices that it’s made a dark red spot on the inside of your dress. he laughs softly into your core before he’s back to slurping all of it up again and your legs close involuntarily; all he does is tut and spreads them again and he’s on a mission to make up to his mistake of ever thinking of leaving you.

your body is limp by your third orgasm, grasping at satoru to feel him and he takes your hand to plant kisses on them, and to tell you to wait. but that almost proves difficult for you when he’s got you all spread out like this and the quiet, dazed gojo is gone momentarily because he finally knows what he wants.

even if he had to fuck you silly and plant strawberries himself and make more coffees and open up old wounds again, gojo is going to do it all, because the call of his name is sounding more and more like heaven each time and he’s tired of burning at the side when he’s willing to fight fire with fire.

“satoru,” you whine out when gojo places your legs on his shoulder, and it gets him so much deeper in you, buried to the hilt. by now, you’re getting bent into half as he eases his cock into you with a groan, your soaking core laced with juices acting as lube.

“what is it, sweetness?” he asks breathlessly, pressing a soft kiss to your ankle and you’re mewling out again. god, he wanted you like this every minute of the day.

“f-feels s’good,” you moan out, fingers wrapped around his forearms as they grip onto your waist.

the other leans forward and you clench up at how your body folds even more, eyes hooded and soft pants leaving your lips.

“i know, baby, i know,” the glimpse to your lips is brief but you catch it as he coos, and you close the gap as satoru starts his pace, sinking into your warm pussy like it’s a drug. your lips intoxicate him more than rum ever will, slipping his tongue in you and he can’t help but nibble on your bottom lip, a grunt of how tight you are whispered against you.

as gojo continues to rut into you, your lips are continually captured by the other’s, small, sweet kisses leaving your heart beating as his eyes bore into yours before his hand reaches down to rub at your clit, sending sparks throughout your body.

the room is filled with the scent of sex paired with the squelching noises of your cunt, sucking him in so well that his hips falter and he loses his speed whilst admiring you; the you whose pupils look like they’ve morphed into hearts and your jaw remains slack from how good he rails into you.

a man whose feelings weren’t this strong wouldn’t fuck into you like this, wouldn’t make you cum thrice like you’re his baby and then fuck you nice after. a man like that won’t get up fifteen minutes earlier to boil water or swap out an old tube of face wash when it runs out.

but are you even ready? even with the undeniable pull satoru has on you, you cannot get the feeling of being thrown aside when you’ve done your part out of your chest, the weight crushing you worse than his body weight in the morning.

“s’toru! s-shit,” you whimper, legs tightening around his shoulder as your hands scramble to grab his hair, feeling already so fatigued and yet, you’re dizzy on the way gojo satoru makes you feel. satoru is no different, an immovable haze settling over his eyes when he stares and he’s so caught up in everything — your eyes, your hips, your hair splayed out below him that he’s blurting out the first thing in his mind. “i love y— this fuckin’ pussy, fuck.”

his heart is pounding, and he stops abruptly at the stifled slip-up, mouth dry when you shoot him a confused look and a small satoru? you okay?

“y— yeah.”

i couldn’t do it.

gojo gulps and he feels tears well up in his eyes. it’s weird, for all his confidence at the start begins to dwindle at such simple words that he can’t mutter out and he shakes his head, burying himself into the crook of your neck and you’re brought back into bliss when he continues, taking note of the slight turmoil he’s going through.

gojo feels like he cannot breathe when you pull him from your neck, albeit with difficulty; both your eyes flutter close as his forehead collides with yours, and he just savours this moment with (hopefully) no judgement from you. he breathes in your scent, takes in your moans in his ears as his pace slows and he angles his hips and his eyes open to meet yours again right as you both cum, pumping you full with mingling moans as you gush all over his cock.

and just like the first night, you’re drawing him in with everything — he falls harder when he sees you reluctantly ignore the tears in his eyes, knowing he didn’t want to talk about it, knowing you’d be asking about it later. with your gentle voice, your fiery touch.

gojo never liked to feel vulnerable, but at thirty he thinks it’s time for a change when you first embroiled him in this complicated arrangement of quiet, yet tumultuous feelings. he can feel the three words weigh his lips down when you’re brushing away the tears later with a sad smile, scooting yourself closer to the chest that’s doing a bad job of hiding his heartbeat.

“what’s gotten my satoru cryin’, hm?”

gojo sniffles at my, holding onto one of your hands, and he says nothing but only succumbs to your arms when you tuck him under your chin, feeling safe in your chest as you both fall into routine. silence befalls the night, a certain dread taking over him that you’d be gone by morning as his breaths even out.

but when birds sing in the morning, his heart sings louder at the sight of you reading a book beside him in an old shirt he was convinced was lost, the faint smell of toast waiting for you outside. he’s tucked into your side and his arms have naturally wrapped around your body, your own playing gently with his hair and gojo thinks not all is bad when you read between the lines of his feelings. because as much as he knew you, you knew him and his habits, his quirks, too, and there’s an unsaid rule about how—

satoru never liked to feel vulnerable.

vulnerability was a state of exposure, like the way he accidentally burns himself while cooking pancakes or feeling the heat of the coffee radiate off your cup. it was like standing bare in your shower, eyes locked onto yours while he cleans you up. it was like letting his heart be stripped away by you who peels away the layers like you do to his underwear and the hard-boiled egg on the stove and the orange in the grocery bag.

it was like loving you, even if it tears at his technique and mocks the very powers he’s perfected to be untouchable, but you’re able to permeate his barriers and neutralise his infinity with something as simple as a kiss to his forehead.

that, gojo satoru may never be able to understand, but like himself, he doesn’t need to know every single thing.

all he knows is that with the way you capture his heart, he knows freedom from your embrace is something unattainable, but he wouldn’t have it any other way — that in itself is enough for his stubborn heart.

[hearts4chriss]

Fucking Mine.

Toxic Chris x girl fwb

prompt: chris finds you at party flirting with other guys and puts you in ur place but you use ur safe word pink

Part 1

warnings: SMUT!! degrading, p in v, dirty talk, fingering, eating it from the back, creampie, squirting, overstimulation, pet names ( slut, ma, baby, ), use of safe word

readers pov

the second I stepped over to him I knew exactly what I was doing. I felt Chris’s eyes burning into me from across the room with rage as I flirted with this random ass guy. Chris was pissed. But it was kinda hot, he knew nobody could fuck me like him and so did I. I just wanted to piss him off.

Chris pov

Fucking hell.

I sit and watch her flirt with the random ass guy right in front of me, does she not know who she belongs too? Her and I both know only I can fuck her as good as she likes. And for fucks sake she looks so good, that red mini dress emphasizes her curves and her ass, her tits practically all in his face. She looks so damn good. That’s my girl and she’s gonna fucking know.

As I was talking to this guy whose eyes are anywhere but mine I feel a hand sneak around my waist and warm breath on my ear

“bathroom, now”

wetness pools between my legs from Chris’s words as he guides me with his hands on my waist pushing me in the large bathroom locking it.

What the fuck was that? He spoke both agitated and angry.

I don’t know what ur talking about. I played dumb as he grabbed my neck pushing me against the sink his boner rubbing against my thigh

Don’t play fucking dumb with me you know what you were doing.

If you wanted me to fuck you baby all you had to do was ask. Chris said with a smirk before crashing his lips onto mine.

His hands slide down to my waist then my ass squeezing it slightly making me gasp into his mouth before slipping his tongue inside.

Chris was eager, I soon felt his hands tug at my dress.

Take it off, all of it. He stood back leaning on the wall

I removed the dress off my sleeves and I let it fall too the floor leaving me just my panties.

So fucking gorgeous baby all for me right? He says grabbing my tits in his hands.

Yes Chris all yours. I breathed out and he smirked

Good girl, now bend over and take ur panties off.

I did as I was told and heard him fumbling with his belt and I heard it fall on the tile and he came behind me slapping his cock on my ass.

Now I want you to do something for me. Chris whispered in my ear and I perked my head back

See that mirror? I nod

I want you to watch me while I fuck you.

Before I could speak he forced his large cock inside my pussy squeezing around it and fucking shit he was so big, like as if I was made for it

Ohh fuck Chris!

I cried out lowering my head before he grabbed my neck forcing me to look in the mirror as he pounded into me with force.

Shitt So tight around my dick-

he praised as he fucked me into the counter not slowing down at any point the feeling almost too much as he ruined me in this bathroom.

Fuck fuck fuckk! I whimpered trying to keep my body in the mirror as he instructed but god it was impossible, the only thing heard was my ass clapping and my moans and screams it was euphoric I was getting fucked out.

Could he fuck like you I can? Chris whispers on my neck as I moaned in response.

Can. He. Fuck. You. Like. I. Can. His hips snapped harder each word slapping my ass in between and I cried out clenching the mirror.

No- f- FUCK! He can’t! He can’t! I screamed my jaw locking wide open his thrusts becoming deeper and rougher.

Chris had no intention of slowing down his tip ramming into my g-spot perfectly making me cry out as he was practically balls deep inside me.

oh god Chris- shit shit shit! I cried out as he pulled my hair making me arch my back into him as my head rests on his shoulder.

Fuck baby you look at you taking all of me like the fucking slut you are. Chris says almost above a whisper through gritted teeth forcing my head to stay up and watch him in the mirror.

Chris I’m- I’m gonna cum! I groan loudly making eye contact with him in the mirror and he smirked.

that’s right baby make a fucking mess of my cock. Chris thrusts upward more making me scream his name and grip the counter top as I creamed his dick. But he kept going!

Ch-Chris w-wait! I whimper as he continued pounding into me relentlessly as squelching sounds were made and I knew what that means hearing Chris chuckle from behind me.

Damn ma you’re about to squirt all over me. He mocks his thrusts getting sloppy again as I felt myself squirt all over his lower stomach and him releasing inside of me.

Assuming after two orgasms he’d be done with me, boy was I wrong.

Fuck look at the mess you made. Chris mutters once he pulled out of me admiring my appearance.

My legs were already shaking a bit as my cum started leaking out of me.

Well guess I gotta clean you up right? He smirked getting on his knees spreading my asscheeks apart diving right in.

F-fuck Chris! S-sensitive! I whimpered gripping his hair making him groan into my pussy sending vibrations all throughout my lower body.

You know the safe word. He said before going back to kitten licking my clit slurping every last drop as if it’d be his last.

Fuck Chris! Fuckk! I cried out resting on the counter my hand tangled in his hair gripping it with force.

Chris started nibbling and I swore I felt him smirk as I cried out louder rocking my ass into his face feeling his hands grab a handful of both.

such a pretty ass baby, to bad I have to ruin it. He mutters before diving back into my dripping cunt wasting no time to start spelling shit.

“Chris”

“Mine”

“My pussy”

“Slut”

All pulling me closer to another orgasm

Mmhm- FUCKK CHRIS! G-gonna cum! I screamed nearly echoing off the walls as I came hard over his face, but once again he showed no sign of stopping

CHRIS I CANT FUCK!! I cried out helplessly as he sucked away at my abused pussy pushing his tongue in my hole licking everything up quickly bringing me too squirt over his face drenching him completely.

Chris stood up running a finger along my slit before sticking it in his mouth.

Such a sweet pussy. He chuckles seeing my current state, my lashes bound to come off, my weeve was on the verge of coming out and my ass was bound to be full of Chris’s hand prints.

Chris picked me up spreading my legs on the counter running two fingers along making me jolt.

Hmm sensitive aren’t you? He teased thrusting both of fingers inside me easily, moaning in response to how right I was around his fingers.

Fuck look at the way she squeezes my fingers. He bites his lip as I throw my head against the mirror crying out.

C-Chris it’s too much! I whimper pushing his hand away but he grips my jaw.

Don’t push my hand away ever again understand? He spoke adding a third finger and I felt my body grow weaker as time passed Chris added his thumb rubbing my clit sending me almost over the edge, I unexpectedly started squirting everywhere and I couldn’t stop.

Fuck ma you made a fucking mess again. He smirks continuing to be knuckles deep inside me before adding his tongue again and it was just too much

FUCK CHRIS PINK PINK! I sobbed and he immediately stopped everything he was doing and cupped my cheeks.

Shit I’m so sorry baby are you okay? Chris said softly running his fingers over my tears.

I’m okay that was just- a lot don’t beat urself up about it. I smile pushing my hair out of my face.

How about I clean you up and we get outta here and cuddle and watch some movies at my place? He kissed my cheek

Sounds perfect. I smile as Chris started cleaning me up

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[satorisoup]

Kuroo with a girlfriend on the girls volleyball team, you can do whatever you want with it, but I think the dynamic is so cute

#KUROO W/ A VOLLEYBALL GF

#A/N : ugh ur so right this dynamic is everything. im foaming at the mouth rn i love him sm. sorry this is kinda short aghhh.

#WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (baby, sweetheart).

kuroo felt like the universe sent you down with a note that read “here’s what you’ve been searching for”. him being a volleyball player himself, he had heard some good things about the setter of the girls volleyball team.

he met you by stumbling upon you leaving from practice. he knew that your team had just won a previous match, so he congratulated you. his cocky demeanor and smug grin wiping away into a intrigued look of admiration when you sweetly smiled, “thank you, kuroo.”. you were pretty. there was no doubt about it.

you knew him. you knew exactly who he was. the 3rd year captain of the boys volleyball team with pretty black hair and wide grin. you had heard of how good him and his team were doing. you never expected him to notice you, though.

it started out as him seeing you around school more with the occasional wave, then the flirty comments, then showing up to your games “just to see how the team is”, and eventually he won over your heart. him and that stupid, sly smirk.

you both support one another through everything and always find a way to make each other happy even on the days where u feel that you can’t be. dumb jokes and the laughter that follows with it is honestly all you need.

“good luck, sweetheart” kuroo said with a cheeky grin as his arms snaked around your waist to kiss your cheek.

it’s endearing, really. to see him watch you with furrowed brows and determined eyes almost as if he was on the court with you. occasionally shooting you a thumbs up or smile. but at the last second, you scored the winning point with a setter dump and his arms shot up before he could even process it. he’s cheering loudly for you, hands coming together to clap over and over.

“incredible, y/n. i could almost say you’re a better player than me” he said with the corner of his lips tugging into that damn smirk.

you playfully slapped his shoulder, responding with an “oh shut it, tetsu” before pulling him into a sudden embrace and a short laughter escaping your lips.

every game, every win, every loss, both of you were there to cheer each other on.

“im proud of you, baby”

[star-quill]

Can we get a little sprinkle of quill smut…where he has playlists for just about anything and some songs are in multiple playlist so the “cooking dinner” playlist has some songs that feature in the sex playlist and it causes an ~association~ 👀👀👀

oh you absolutely know this man will sneak in those songs.

at first it was just a joke, to see if you noticed. you would just roll your eyes and skip the song, only for him to feign disappointment, making you smile and shake your head, continuing with the cooking.

after a while, you just got used to the songs being on there, softly humming along while you were chopping up vegetables. then peter would join you, his hands on your waist, swaying you gently to the song. he wasn't pressed right against you, however, he knew better when you had a sharp knife in your hand. he would just wait until u were done, and then he would come closer, kissing your shoulder and up the side of ur neck.

"peter.. can this wait until after dinner?"

"absolutely not.. u look good enough to eat, baby.. much more than dinner.."

"u saying my dinner is shit?"

"no.. just saying i kinda wanna just.."

then his hand was down between your legs, under your sundress and you felt him smirk against your shoulder.

"ur just as well we weren't expecting company.."

"i'd still not have any on even if we were.."

"fuck.."

"you gonna have me as the appetiser?"

"damn right i will.."

he hadn't even finished speaking before he turned you round, dropped to a crouching position and swung one of ur legs over his shoulder. you grabbed the hem of your dress, watching as he buried his face between your legs, nose bumping against your clit while his tongue was absolutely devouring you. you were worried dinner was going to burn but at this rate, you won't last long and it'll only be halfway done when he's finished down there. even more so now that he's stuffed you with two of his fingers, only being egged on by the soft little whimpers and whines you're producing. his grunts and groans in response are vibrating against you, adding a whole new sensation to what he's already giving you.

"peter i'm close.. please, oh.. please.."

he pulled away only for a second to speak.

"beg more, baby.. wanna hear you say you need it so badly, yeah?"

"i do.. please.. need you to let me come, please.."

"c'mon, honey.. more.."

"please.. peter.. can i come? please.. oh god.. please.."

"good girl.. go, you can let go, baby.."

then your legs started shaking, one of his hands rested on your waist, pushing you into the countertop to hold you up. it was all too much and your hands flew to his shoulders, holding them for strength. after a few seconds, he stood up, removing his fingers from inside you and slipping them in your mouth. once you had gotten everything off them, he pulled them out, smirking as he did so.

"see? i told you that you tasted sweet.."

he walked you to the dining table, letting you sit down while he finished making dinner. you gazed at him while he was cooking, his back muscles flexing as he stirred the sauce. he was straight back into domestic husband mode as if he didn't just give you an absolutely earth-shattering orgasm from just his mouth and fingers alone. he served up dinner and gave you a kiss before he sat down.

"sorry i was the only one to have an appetiser, sweetheart.."

"s'alright.. don't worry about it, i'll return the favour later on."

he just smirked as he pushed a forkful of food into his mouth, smirking as he chewed and stared at you.

"yeah? am i dessert now?"

"yeah.. fancied some ice cream, y'know.. minus the ice part.."

he almost choked on his mouthful, the pair of you just laughing at ur attempt at a crude joke. how the both of you can go from being totally normal and domestic, to having the most raw, breathtaking sex ever, to then making dumb jokes is beyond you. but you wouldn't have it any other way with him. he was everything to you and spending (almost) every moment with him was just perfect to you.

[sinclairstarz]

for the cinephile byler truthers. i made the party’s modern au letterboxd accounts

in my head mike wheeler is the film bro cinephile of the party. hes a big brad pitt fan and fincher is his favorite director if you even care.. dirty dancing would be in his top 4 if he was honest. he went to see dune cause hes a scifi nerd, ended up hating it so much and complained about it to will but still gave it 2 stars cause it was pretty. did leave a very mean review. very critical rater but mostly leaves high ratings because he just doesn’t watch things he doesnt wanna see.

alternative movies i considered putting: pulp fiction (5 stars), the killer (1 star), se7en (5 stars), across the spiderverse (5 stars), nope (5 stars) , the batman 2022 (4 stars), once upon a time in hollywood (5 stars), inglorious basterds (5 stars), the matrix (half a star)

the thing is so good and he has a poster of it on his wall in canon so it felt right. it just feels wrong not to do ghostbusters (plus its one of my favorite movies…) and yall need to hear me out on brokeback 😭😭😭 ur telling me he wouldnt bawl his eyes out??? ur wrong. will byers is a jake gyllenhaal lover. he watches dirty dancing a lot for mike, and loves ghibli movies a lot. he cried during rain man. honest rater but doesnt take it too seriously, mostly 4/5 star ratings

alternatives: saltburn (half a star), asteroid city (5 stars), blackkklansman (5 stars), the force awakens (3.5 stars), the perks of being a wallflower (4.5 stars), back to the future (5 stars)

rogue one because lucas has taste. its the best star wars movie, if u care. he would love how fun and goofy ghostbusters 2 is. in my head Wes Anderson is like the party’s claimed director and they all watch his movies together and do marathons because the weirdness, comedy, and emotional commentary is a perfect mix for them. so. bottle rocket. lucas’ favorite wes anderson is the grand budapest hotel if u wanted to know. he rates things pretty highly and isn’t super critical.

alternatives: dodgeball (5 stars), scream 5 (4 stars), the matrix (3 stars), good will hunting (5 stars), jurassic park (5 stars), die hard (5 stars),

likes making lucas watch gone girl on valentines day and telling him shes gonna do that to him next time he annoys her. v for vendetta is her favorite romance movie and shes a big marvel fan (in a cool way. kind of .) but thor ragnarok is probably one of her fav marvels, along with spiderman far from home and iron man. i just know she watches Casino Royale and decided she hated James Bond and then ended up watching all the Daniel Craig Bonds with Mike and loved Skyfall so much. the song is on her playlist and she did cry after No Time To Die.

Alternatives: Superbad (5 stars), baby driver (5 stars), bottoms (5 stars), 10 things i hate about you (3.5 stars), scream (5 stars), kill bill (5 stars), lord of the rings: the return of the king (1.5 stars)

also a bit of a film nerd. i considered giving him a star wars and i know in my heart he’d probably have empire somewhere in his top 4. but star wars is lame and i wanted to give him se7en so he fucking gets se7en. he knows john wick is objectively dumb but he doesnt care hes just here for a good time. the party probably watched saltburn together and all fucking hated it. I just know hes a kurosawa nerd and always goes when the local theatres do very rare special showings of his movies.

alternatives: baby driver (4 stars), the ewok adventure (5 stars) hot fuzz (5 stars) harry potter and the sorcerers stone (4 stars) legally blonde (5 stars) spirited away (5 stars) dazed and confused (5 stars)

she likes movies that make her feel all warm and fuzzy and hopeful. i wanted to give her breakfast club, but i think she’d honestly like sixteen candles more (even though breakfast club’s better). she cried at almost every movie in her top 4 and makes max rewatch juno with her like once a month. she gives most movies 5 stars unless she really hates them, and loves any movie thats fun to watch, even if its bad. she likes movies with pretty girls and fun colors.

alternatives: barbie (5 stars), legally blonde (5 stars), inception (2 stars), heathers (5 stars) pretty in pink (4.5 stars (she was mad andi didn’t end up with ducky)) my neighbor totoro (5 stars)

in conclusion if you haven’t seen They Cloned Tyron (2023) go watch it it deserved the oscar

[adambja]

GIRL FIRST OF ALL LET ME TELL U THAT I LOVE U AND UR TAPE SO FUCKING MUCH😭🫶

So basically I was listening to the tape yesterday and at first I didn’t notice any changes like yk right after listening BUTTTT at the evening I read a few success stories and I read bout the alpha state and I thought that sounds good yk. BUTTT THENNN idk WHAT happened but suddenly I felt so confident that I will enter the void. (I still few like this and I listened to the tape again). Like idk 😭 tbh it’s such an amazing feeling like I just know that I can enter the void. Anyways I was sick today so I caught the opportunity to use the alpha state and I realised that I was more idk something than the other days. I wasn’t as frustrated when I didn’t wake up in the void because I just know that I will. OMG I can describe the feeling now: knowing.

Sorry for the long ask 😭

You are very welcome and just manifest something 😭!! Try to manifest something and enter the void you don't have to stop manifesting to enter the void!! In fact you can't stop manifesting!!

I think..... I know what you need 😭😭😭😭

Pls like wait for the free tiny void tape 😭😭

It will be incredibly powerful lmao

Enjoy your day baby also don't be sorry I love cute long asks 😭😭 but it's so bad if they are trauma dumbing or sumn!

[mirily09]

Some small povs, I wanted 2 share <3

Sharing ur dorm bed with Rafe wasn't easy at all, at least for him. U had a small bed that measured 120×200 cm, which didn't exactly accommodate your 188cm tall boyfriend in a comfortable way. There was nothing to do, though, in order to see you with your busy campus schedule, Rafe had to compromise. He had tried a 100 times to convince u to let him rent u a nice flat with a good-sized bed, but u couldn't agree. He was so generous and spoiled u whenever he could, so u didn't feel like it was fair to take even more. Also, secretly, u loved squeezing tight to his big muscled frame in your small bed.

*after sex he'd lay splayed out on the small space, tugging u to his side. One hand on the soft, naked curve of ur ass and the other under his head. Your body front pressing to his torso and ur hand on his stomach, breathing heavily from his high. He'd ask "u okay doll?" and you'd smile, nodding into his chest. U wouldn't want it any other way.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Rafe picking u up from an outing w ur friends by literally picking u up and carrying u- one hand under ur ass, the other on ur back. Ur girl friends just smile knowingly at Rafe who gives them a smirk. U just bury ur head in his neck, breath in his scent and hold him tight after missing him all day long. He'd walk out of the building proudly, not caring about anyone's looks. U were his girl.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Rafe has been downstairs on the balcony for hours now, discussing business with the always smirking Barry. U usually avoided seeing him, as his dirty looks made u uncomfortable. Rafe did shout at Barry whenever he noticed and had once even punched him, but that didn't keep Barry from sneaking small glances.

As much as u hated the unwanted attention though, your need for Rafe had grown to such measures that u didn't care anymore. U went downstairs and saw both men sitting on the big, comfy garden chairs facing each other. Barry smoked a cig, listening to Rafe who was currently busy explaining something. U opened the glass door, getting both of their attention with Rafe greeting u "Hi pretty girl.", he seemed to be in a good energetic mood. "Hi baby! Missed ya up there", u smiled at him and shortly gave a polite nod to Barry who smirked at you. "Come here!", Rafe patted his lap, signaling you to take a seat. You walked over to Rafe's chair but instead of sitting down as he expected, you put your legs on each side of Rafe's, facing him and placing a small kiss on cheek before laying your head on his shoulder. Your boyfriend looked surprised but still let you stay, pulling your dress down that had slightly exposed your upper legs and rested his hand right above your ass. He continued his conversation while typing on his phone with the free hand. Barry listened while Rafe gave his orders. U were satisfied, feeling your boyfriend's muscled chest against yours, his strong hand on your back and his scent in your nose. In the background u heard Rafe scolding Barry to not check out ur butt on his lap; u couldn't care less though. The more u felt of Rafe, the more u wanted. How could u get him to send Barry away and be with you? U moved your head a little closer to his neck to play soft kisses to his skin, nearing the one place near his jaw that he usually couldn't resist. Before you had reached it, Rafe turned his head to u, whispering "What's going on, doll?". "You've been working for hours now.. can't I convince u to send Barry away for now?", u smiled against his skin, pressing another kiss to his velvety skin. Before he could answer, u heard Barry shuffle in his seat and Rafe snapping at him "getting hot of my girlfriend or what?". "She's putting on a show, it's not my fault bro!". "Get outta here man and get yourself a girl!", Rafe told him in a cold, menacing tone that made Barry jump to his feet, excuse himself with a dumb smile and making sure to quickly leave the grounds. With Barry out of sight, Rafe gripped the plush flesh of your ass with both his hands, turning his head to you and murmuring "u satisfied now, princess?". "Very!", u kissed his lips.

[romanarose]

Marc calling you a dumbass as he fingers you to a babbling incomprehensible mess. Says your little brain is empty 🥲

Written in the Olive Garden dry storage just for you

Marc Spector X reader

Sexy Dentist

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The man was getting on your last goddamn nerve.

Marc Spector was finger fucking into you at a rapid pace, harsh and steady, making you practically see stars. You try to say something, tell him how good he feels or how hot he looks as he bares over you, sweaty and strong and self assured. Marc wasn’t the most confident men you knew, but when it came to this? Marc knew he knew what he was doing, any words you tried to say came out as moans and little ‘uh, uh, uh’s to the pace of his fingers.

“What the matter baby? Can’t form words? Pretty baby too fucked out to speak?”

He knew damn well you couldn’t properly reply.

“I asked you a question”

You tried you best “m-mar-uh mmmph” it didn’t work.

Wicked grin on his face, Marc sat up beside you, still knuckles deep in your pussy “Why even try talking at this point, clearly there’s nothing going on in there” he taps your head and you can’t help moan at his degradation

“Ohhh, your pussy liked that, felt you clench down hard. Do you just need your mouth busy? Is that it?” Without waiting for a reply he shoves three finger in your mouth, and groans as you start sucking with closed eyes “is that? Little fuck toy wants to feel useful? Wants to be a good toy and get all used up?”

You attempted a little “mhm” around his fingers, drool dribbling down your mouth

“My good little whore likes all her holes filled?”

You make an attempt again, not getting far, but he pulls his sloppy fingers out of your mouth and slaps you, putting his fingers back in before you can reply “I asked you a question, say it, saying your my whore”

You were close, and his words were only bringing you closer, so you tried again “I-ur-oo-il-or” was all you were able to get out

“Good little fuck doll, so good for me, letting me use her up, dumb little toy with nothing going on in her pretty little head except my fingers and cock?”

You came all around him, liquids all over your mouth and pussy.

*5 minutes later*

Marc is cleaning off your face, frowning, you reach up for him “what’s wrong baby boy?”

He pauses before answering “you know I think you’re smart, right? And I don’t think you’re my sex toy. I love you, and I value you”

You’re heart melted for your sweet man “I know, baby, it’s just dirty talk, I love you”

Visibly relaxing, Marc bunched up the wash clothe, and tossed it toward the bathroom before laying down next you to you, interlacing his fingers with yours. “My pretty girl”

You kiss his cheek “and you’re my sexy dentist”

He was greatly confused.

You clarify “the way you ask me questions with your fingers in my mouth”

His beautiful face splitting into a grin, Marc pulled you into his arms, giggling as he called you a brat, and you spent the next few minuets rolling around on the bed trying to escape his arms with targeted tickles.

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