#AGAIN. i still have to roll this around as i get deeper and deeper into my reread/hit the stuff with the OD again but corey pointing this

[clemmmmmmmmmmmmmm]

“Jealousy is one hell of a drug.”

Jason todd x reader

Warnings:slightly suggestive

This is shit😭im sorry.i can’t sleep but im so tired…writing this at 1:12am.

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The night had started innocently enough.It had been your idea — drag Jason out of the apartment and into something that didn’t involve guns, alleyways, or the inside of his helmet. You practically had to bribe him with the promise of decent music and his favorite bourbon.

And surprisingly, it worked.

You’d barely stepped inside the club when the bass hit, the lights danced across your skin, and Jason’s warm hand found the small of your back. The place was pulsing, packed, alive — nothing like the brooding silence Jason normally wrapped himself in. But you were thriving.

You wore that outfit — the outfit — the one that made his jaw tighten when he first saw you tonight. Short, clingy in all the right places, the kind that made him want to be the only one looking at you.

Too bad the rest of the bar hadn’t gotten the memo.You’d only been at the bar five minutes when it started. Eyes trailing you like smoke. Drinks offered “on the house” from strangers who lingered too long. A guy in a designer shirt had even dared to lean a little too close when he asked if you were single.

Jason just watched. Quiet. Unmoving. That dangerous stillness in his body that meant a storm was brewing behind those glacial blue eyes.You caught his expression in the mirror behind the bar — clenched jaw, one hand wrapped too tightly around his glass, and his gaze locked like a sniper on every man who looked at you for more than half a second.

You leaned in, a teasing smirk pulling at your lips.

“Jason,” you purred, pretending not to notice the guy who just tried to wink at you. “You okay?”

“Peachy,” he muttered, eyes still fixed on the crowd behind you.”You sure?” You swirled your straw, watching him over the rim of your glass. “Because I’m starting to think you’re—”

“—Jealous?” he cut in, snapping his gaze to you. “No. Not jealous.”

“Uh-huh.” You raised a brow, trying not to laugh. “Because the guy who just gave me his number is still limping from the death stare you hit him with.”

Jason leaned closer until his mouth brushed your ear. “I could make him limp for real, if that helps.”

You laughed — loud, amused, tipsy. “God, you’re such a caveman sometimes.”

“Cavemen don’t wear leather and carry Glocks.”

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks were flushed — from the alcohol or the possessiveness, you weren’t sure.

Still, you stood and dragged him out onto the dance floor before he could get any bright ideas involving fists and blood.It was crowded, hot, the kind of sweaty chaos Jason usually hated. But with you pressed up against him, your arms around his neck, he didn’t complain.

“Look at you,” you teased, lips close to his. “Mr. Broody letting loose.”He didn’t respond right away. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you felt the shift in the air. That sharp, barely contained tension — not just lust, but something deeper.

“I just don’t like sharing,” he said quietly, his voice rough in your ear.

You smiled, softening, and ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “You don’t have to.”Then — bold, in the middle of the crowded floor — he kissed you.

Hard. Hot. Unapologetic.

The kind of kiss that said mine.

You melted into him, barely noticing the way people parted around you or the music thumping louder. The kiss was a claim, yes, but it was also a warning.Jason Todd didn’t do halfway. Not with his love. Not with his fury.When he pulled back, his eyes were still dark with heat. “You wanna get out of here?”

You grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.”

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Later That Night…

You barely made it through the door before his lips found yours again, this time with less restraint. Your back hit the wall, and his mouth trailed down your neck.

“You love it when I get jealous,” he growled, hands sliding under your top.

“Maybe,” you whispered, breathless. “But only because I know you’ll prove I belong to you.”

His eyes met yours, feral and full of fire.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said with a low laugh. “I’ll do a hell of a lot more than prove it.”

And he did.

All. Night. Long.

[hrtwayne]

Lavender Haze || Esmee Brugts

Pairing: Esmee Brugts x Putellas!Reader

Summary: Where Esmee ends up falling for Alexia’s younger sister.

Note: English is not my first language!

Warning: Esmee being a complete simp!

▪︎ Woso Masterlist

You closed the wardrobe drawer with a sigh, satisfied at finally having organized all your jersey swaps with players from other national teams. The ambient music from the TV filled the silence of the apartment, but your mind was far away—wondering what Alexia and Alba were scheming by insisting so much on this dinner. 

"Did Mom come back early?" you thought, lightly biting your lip. Eli Putellas loved surprises, and an unexpected visit after months of traveling across Europe wouldn’t be too absurd. 

Before you could sink deeper into your thoughts, the bedroom door swung open violently. 

"I can’t believe you’re still like this!" Alba stormed in like a hurricane, with Alexia right behind her, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. 

You jumped, clutching your chest as if trying to keep your heart from escaping. 

"Fuck, can’t you two knock?" you huffed, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. "And I said I was going alone!" 

Alba ignored your protest, rolling her eyes before shoving you toward the bathroom. 

"I’m picking your outfit. Now, go take a shower." She threw the towel at you, which you caught midair with a murderous glare. 

"Mare de Déu…" you grumbled in Catalan, dragging out the words like you always did when annoyed. 

As the hot water eased the tension in your muscles from the season, you could hear the whispers outside. Alexia was speaking softly, but the amusement in her tone was unmistakable. 

"Esmee’s about to faint because she thinks she won’t come," Alexia commented, making Alba laugh. 

"Seriously, it’s been two years of this, and neither of them has the guts to make the first move." 

You nearly choked on the shampoo. Esmee? The tips of your ears burned, but you refused to acknowledge that reaction. 

"You know she’s a little slow, Ale," Alba sighed, and you could picture your sister rolling her eyes again. "But at some point, she’s gonna realize the massive crush Esmee has on her." 

Your heart raced, but you clung to your pride. No. Absurd. Esmee Brugts was just… Esmee. Your teammate. Your friend. The person who always held your gaze a little too long, smiled differently when you were around, and—okay, maybe she had said "you’re amazing" like five hundred times in the last few months, but— 

"IF YOU DON’T GET OUT SOON, I’M KICKING THIS DOOR DOWN!" Alba banged on the wood, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

"I’M COMING, DAMN IT!" you shouted back, quickly drying off. 

When you stepped out, you found a carefully chosen outfit laid out on the bed: black jeans, a white shirt, and a casual blazer. "Elegant, but not too obvious." You sighed, dressing under the watchful eyes of your sisters. 

"So…" Alexia crossed her arms, scrutinizing you. "Ready to find out that dinner isn’t just with us?" 

You froze. 

"What?" 

Alba grinned, wicked. 

"Esmee’s gonna be there." 

The world stopped for a second. 

"… You’re joking." 

"No," Alexia winked. "And if you don’t say something today, I swear I’ll tell her myself." 

You swallowed hard. Shit.

It was official: your sisters had set you up. 

And the worst part? 

You had no idea what to do about it. 

[⚽️] 

The restaurant was packed, but the reserved table had a different energy the moment the three of you arrived. Esmee was already there, seated between Ingrid and Salma, but while the other players laughed and chatted animatedly, she seemed… oddly quiet. 

You noticed immediately. 

The Esmee you knew was a whirlwind of energy—smiling, cracking jokes, striking up conversations with everyone. But this version of the Dutch forward was drumming her fingers on her glass, her eyes darting away every time you looked at her. 

"Hey, you okay?" You leaned forward, lightly touching her leg under the table. 

She flinched almost imperceptibly, as if your touch had burned her. 

"I… just need some air," she lied blatantly, avoiding your gaze. 

You weren’t buying it. 

"Mhm, one sec." You turned to Alexia and muttered something quick in Catalan before standing. "Come with me, I know a good spot." 

Esmee hesitated but finally gave in when you held out your hand. The brush of your fingers sent warmth through you, and you felt a slight tremble in hers. Interesting. 

Outside, the cool night air seemed to calm her a little, but her eyes were still distant. You helped her sit on the low ledge in front of the restaurant, watching her carefully. 

"Sure it’s just the crowd? You’ve never minded that before." You frowned. "You’re kinda pale, E." 

She bit her lip, fingers twisting in her lap. 

"It’s just…" she started, looking away. "I don’t know how to say this."  You smiled, understanding now. 

"And does it have to do with Alba and Alexia basically throwing me at you? Or the fact that your heart’s about to jump out of your throat just because I touched you?" 

Esmee choked, her eyes widening. 

"Even though you’re adorable like this, I was kinda worried." 

She let out a shaky breath, cheeks flushed. 

"You need to breathe a little, sweetheart," you whispered, brushing your thumb over her warm cheek. "Ale kinda let it slip that you like me." 

Esmee closed her eyes, as if bracing for impact. You chuckled softly, tilting her chin up gently to make her look at you. 

"I like you too, okay?" you said softly. "Now you just gotta relax a little." 

And then, in a light gesture, you kissed her cheek. 

It was like lighting a fuse. 

Esmee, in an act of courage (or desperation), grabbed your collar and— 

Pfft.

You heard a muffled laugh from the restaurant window. 

When you pulled apart, you turned to see half your teammates peeking through the glass, failing miserably at pretending they weren’t. Ingrid was fake-looking at the sky. Salma was "fixing" her hair. Alexia and Alba? They didn’t even bother—they were laughing outright. 

Esmee buried her face in her hands. 

"I’m going to kill all of them," she muttered, mortified. 

You laughed, pulling her close again. 

"Later," you whispered against her lips. "Now, close your eyes again." 

And she obeyed. 

[ruebossanova]

also 60, 67 & 71 sounds perfect for a middle of the night needy sleepy lovey sex scenario ☝🏻

2 am - billie eilish

gf!billie x gf!reader

60 — “you’re such a messy girl” 67 — “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down” 71 — “you’re so annoying” - “would i still be annoying eating you out?”

prompt list

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it starts with the blanket moving.

just a little.

enough for the cold air to brush your thigh and make you open one eye.

you don’t move. just listen.

billie’s breathing deeper than sleep but shallower than rest. soft little hitches, legs rubbing together slowly under the covers, her tank top half twisted around her ribs.

you glance at the clock. 2:38 a.m.

you shift slightly behind her. your hand finds her hip.

she jumps a little.

“what are you doing?” you murmur, voice rough from sleep.

she freezes. then:

“nothin’.”

you smile against her neck.

“your legs say otherwise.”

she whines softly, already flushed.

“was tryin’ not to wake you…”

you nuzzle into her hair, your hand sliding lower over her hip, then between her thighs—right where her panties are damp and sticky against your fingers.

“you’re such a messy girl,” you whisper. “all worked up in your sleep, huh?”

she gasps, hiding her face in the pillow. “don’t say it like that…”

“like what?”

you drag your fingers gently over the wet fabric.

“like you know exactly what i need.”

you chuckle.

“i do know.”

she groans, pushing her hips back against you.

“it’s too late for this,” she mutters.

you kiss behind her ear.

“you don’t have to do anything, sweet girl. just stay laying down.”

you keep your hand between her thighs, fingers slow and barely there, brushing over the damp spot that’s growing wetter by the second.

billie squirms.

you smirk into her shoulder.

“can’t sleep, baby?”

“you’re so mean,” she whines.

“i’m not the one grinding on my own hand in the middle of the night.”

she gasps. “i wasn’t—”

“you were.”

you press your fingers just a little harder over her clit through the fabric. her breath catches.

“what were you dreaming about, bunny?” you murmur. “what got you all wet like this?”

she hides her face. mumbles something.

you kiss her jaw.

“no hiding.”

she shifts. “i was thinkin’ about your mouth…”

you groan softly.

“yeah?”

“mmhm.”

“and what exactly was my mouth doing?”

she bites her lip.

you trail kisses down her neck, your voice lower now.

“say it.”

“you were eating me out.”

you hum against her skin.

“would i still be annoying eating you out?”

she whimpers. “no…”

“that’s what i thought.”

your fingers hook her panties, dragging them down her thighs.

“gonna be a good girl and let me take care of you?”

“yes…”

you kiss her again. “then be still. open those legs for me.”

she rolls onto her back, thighs open, already trembling.

you settle between them, warm breath fanning over her soaked pussy.

“jesus, baby,” you murmur. “you were this worked up?”

she nods fast, chest rising and falling like she’s already on edge.

you kiss her inner thigh, then the other, watching her hips twitch with every touch.

“pretty girl,” you whisper, mouth moving lower, “my sweet, messy girl.”

she whines.

you drag your tongue up the length of her, slow and deliberate.

her back arches.

you do it again, this time stopping at her clit, sucking gently—just enough.

her moan is quiet, strained.

you pull back just long enough to speak.

“don’t hold back, baby. let me hear you.”

you go back in—mouth hot and steady, tongue circling her clit, fingers holding her thighs wide.

“fuck—” she gasps, hand in your hair. “please…”

you hum against her.

“you taste so good, my love.”

“don’t stop,” she begs. “please don’t stop…”

you don’t.

your tongue speeds up, your lips working her clit just right, her hips rolling into your face, breath getting sharper, higher.

“you’re close already, huh?” you murmur between strokes. “gonna cum just from my mouth, sweet girl?”

she nods frantically. “yes—yes—i’m gonna—”

you keep your mouth locked to her clit, tongue flicking fast, wet, messy—until her legs are twitching and she’s grabbing at the sheets with both hands.

“baby—fuck—i’m gonna cum—”

“then cum,” you whisper. “do it for me, pretty girl.”

her body arches.

her cry is high and broken, her thighs clenching around your head as her orgasm hits hard—long and loud and full-body.

you don’t stop.

you keep licking through it, soft now, more kisses than tongue, coaxing her through the shakes and whimpers.

“good girl,” you breathe against her skin. “you’re so good for me.”

she moans, half-laughing, half-crying, “fuck—oh my god—too much—”

you finally pull back, lips glistening, heart pounding. crawl up next to her and kiss her cheek, then her lips.

she tastes herself on you and doesn’t care—pulls you in by the neck, still trembling, still breathless.

“you okay?”

she nods, a little dazed. “you’re gonna kill me.”

you grin. “worth it.”

“you’re so annoying.”

you kiss her again.

“but i eat it so good.”

she giggles.

you tuck her against your chest, throw the blanket back over both of you, your fingers tracing lazy circles down her arm.

she’s asleep within minutes.

and she’s still smiling.

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tags; @bxllxebxtch @st0nerlesb0 @dousleepanymore @mxmsuki @billiescation @angellvk @bilswifee @ilomilobabyy

[2cupids]

riding bf!toji’s thigh in the store’s dressing room.

contains. f!reader, thigh riding, semi public, reader is called pretty/pretty girl, written with a chubby!reader in mind <3 .. mdni (17+).

toji did not plan on spending his thursday like this, and neither does he enjoy it.

you insisted on him coming along to help you buy an outfit for a fourth of july party your friend had invited you to. so he agreed—albeit reluctantly—to let you drag him around. he can never tell your cute ass “no,” even when he desperately wants to.

this unwelcomed little mall trip didn’t come without him still letting his feelings be known though. his usual scowl is deeper, more pronounced, and his eyes narrow whenever you take too long browsing around in different stores.

despite all that, the trip hasn’t been a complete waste in his eyes. he gets to watch you twirl around and show him every piece of clothing you try on, from little denim shorts to tiny skirts as you ask him his opinion on each, to which he gives a dry, one word response.

you could say toji’s been well behaved today for a guy who’s usually handsy with you. that comes to an end when he finally snaps the moment you emerge in a tight, low cut top that shows plenty of cleavage, asking him whether or not the top “makes your boobs look big.”

a lazy grin pulls at the corners of his mouth and he scoffs, slowly rising to his feet, large hands immediately on your waist as he walks you back into the dressing room. a poor girl working in the store folding clothes nearby witnesses the scene and looks horrified. out of the corner of his eye he sees the employee, but he could care less who sees. or whoever hears what he’s got planned for you for that matter.

“makes your tits look fuckin’ great if that’s what you’re askin’.” toji drawls, closing the door behind him and moving to take a seat on the bench, which looks comically small under his large, muscular figure.

you huff out a laugh and cross your arms. “you’re so annoying, that’s not what i asked. i mean.. don’t you think they make my boobs look even bigger?”

toji rolls his eyes, spreading his legs slightly as he continues eyeing you. “i really don’t give a fuck if it does… not like it’s a bad thing anyways.” he says, tilting his head slightly and his smirk returns. “all i know is you still look damn sexy.”

trying to deflect his comment, you end up giving him a playful glare before muttering a quiet, “whatever.” your fingers hook underneath the hem of the shirt to take it off when toji’s calloused hand suddenly reaches for your wrist, stopping you.

“don’t cha think i deserve something, doll? ya know, it’s been torture watching you try on all those different outfits for me.” toji says quiet enough that it's almost a whisper as he tugs you forward to stand in between his legs.

you squint, already knowing he was going to pull some shit like this the moment he got that look in his eye and pushed you back into the changing room. you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your fingers play with the dark strands at the nape of his neck. “mm, not right now. keep it in your pants ‘til we get back home. or least back to the car, toj.”

that earns you a low chuckle, and before you even have time to react, you’re being manhandled as if you weigh nothing and you find yourself straddling one of toji’s thick thighs, his hands move up from your hips, over the softness of your belly, and up to squeeze your breasts, thumbs finding your nipples through the material of the top. “don’t act like you don’t want this too, pretty.” he whispers, lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear.

you shiver, biting your lower lip, careful not to let a sound slip out. “shut up. there are people around, and–”

toji quickly shuts you up, flexing his thigh underneath you, fingers tweaking your hardening nipples. “didn’t hear ya, baby. say it again?” he smiles.

and like a dummy, you open your mouth again to protest. a silly mistake. his hands snake down to grip your hips to move your body, making you grind down on him. he keeps moving you against him until you finally give in and start moving your hips on your own, whimpers and gasps tumbling from your lips as you ride his thigh.

toji smirks, satisfaction crossing his sharp features. soft locks of hair tickle your skin when he drops his head down to your neck, breath fanning across your skin. “just realized the people outside are getting a free show. a pretty girl making even prettier sounds… next time i’ll charge the bastards.” he laughs and begins pressing hot kisses along your throat.

one hand flies up to cover your mouth, mortified at the thought of strangers hearing you, but toji is a menace. so when he hears your noises get quieter as you attempt to muffle them, he brings his hand down against your backside. the sound of his palm coming down hard against your ass echos throughout the entirety of the dressing room area and a moan accidentally slips out.

toji loves it.

loves seeing you in ways like this and knowing he can always manipulate the situation in his favor. he pulls back, letting his eyes trail over your body and to the growing wet stain on his jeans. his eyes darken every time your breath hitches slightly when your clit rubs against the rough material of his pants through your thin panties and shorts just right.

and he just drinks it all in, his dick twitching and straining in his pants from the sights and sounds. “look at you..”, he mumbles. “look what you do to me.”

the hand covering your mouth is pulled from your face as he guides it over his chest, then down lower until it rests over his dick. you gasp softly and rub him over his jeans, making him swallow down a groan. “shit. keep doing that and i’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

a shaky laugh escapes you and you take your hand off, placing it on his other shoulder for more stability. soon, your hips start to move more frantically against his thigh as you feel yourself starting to get close. toji assists by flexing his thigh more and continuing to run his hands over your soft, full curves. you rest your head in the crook of his neck, breathy sounds spilling from your mouth. your fingers tighten around his shoulders as he whispers filthy things in your ear until a sweet, strangled sound of pleasure slips past your lips.

you slouch against toji’s body, dazed, embarrassed, but most importantly, satisfied. he gives you after a moment to catch your breath and then he helps you out of the top, leaving you alone to go pay for it. he proudly steps out of the room with his head held high, large wet spot on his jeans and all. when you finally muster up the courage to leave, you’re the complete opposite of your boyfriend, your head is hung low to avoid any eyes.

toji’s waiting outside the store for you and it’s only then that you see just how big a mess you made. you freeze, body heating up with embarrassment all over again before you bring your eyes up to meet his in disbelief. “you have to be kidding. don’t tell me you’re keeping those on? walking around like that?!”

toji just raises a brow and grins. “why wouldn’t i? there’s nothing to be ashamed of. this is a trophy, baby.” he says, almost cockily.

he pulls out a pair of sweatpants from the bag and hands them to you. “bought those for you though, figured you’d want some more pants to wear.” then he leans down to whisper, voice sickly sweet. “didn’t buy you any more panties, so just give those ruined ones to me. i’ll keep ‘em safe. promise.”

[leinawosaf]

I Meant Every Word

Cassian x Reader

summary: Cassian's resentment for you has been building and boiling over so much that it's affecting his workflow.

fluff??? perhaps angst?

Leina's notes: ill proofread this later sorry

mlist

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Three errant punches hit Rhysand's body in quick succession. Cassian's strong punches always hit true, the sound echoing into the cold mountain air. His ragged breaths were visible as mist in front of him, matching his fast breathing pace.

Rhysand's knowledge of his friend countered Cassian's abilities, quickly stepping into the gap he created and landing a punch in return. Their body postures matched each other as they went blow-for-blow. The intensity built between them as each punch landed on the other.

Cassian kept his hands up as always, blocking the barrage that would eventually come from Rhysand. His feet laced around his friend in smooth succession. Rough ground crackled between his feet as he moved, leaving his friend following him in his wake.

A smirk graced Rhysand's features as he read Cassian's movements. Cassian's tried and true method would lead him to ducking to the side and leading with his left foot, allowing Rhysand to land a blow to the opposite. His foot quickly swept under Cassian's moving foot and left him falling to the ground with a thud.

Dull pain shot up Cassian's spine as he fell onto the hard earth. "You need to watch your left foot" Rhysand called out over him, offering a hand out to him.

"Tell me that before I'm on the floor next time" he retorted effortlessly, muscles rippling as he pulled himself up with his friend's help.

That easy smile stayed on his friends lips. "You know that it wouldn't be a fight then."

Cassian huffed out a laugh and a smile that didn't meet his eyes. As he stood facing his friend, his eyes remained on the foggy forest in the distance. He squinted his eyes as he caught his breath again, as the feeling of fatigue leaked like poison into his muscles. A tired memory leaked into his mind, one that he tried to erase almost every night.

Rhysand scanned his face as if he could read every thought Cassian tried to repress. "You know better than to let distraction get in the way of your training". Rhysand made a simple observation but it still cut deeper than it should have, blindsiding Cassian's subconscious. His distraction was supposed to be much more hidden.

Cassian rolled his shoulders again, slowly unwinding his hand wraps. "I'm fine." Rhysand's eyebrows lifted questioningly, but thankfully, he did not push it.

This wasn't supposed to be how it was. He was never the type to brood, especially not over women.

Cassian's mumblings followed him all the way back home.

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The truth was that you hadn't gotten a good night of sleep for almost a month. You thrashed around in your bed for the hundredth time that hour. The hot sheets burned against your skin, the air stifling in your lungs. Sweat clung to your neck despite the open window, the breeze refusing to enter the room.

The sheets were kicked away from you in frustration, curling onto your side. A dull throb rang through your chest, highlighting the hole where he had once taken up space. And yet, your mind kept betraying you again.

The silence of the room did not protect you from the memories that kept leaking back into your mind. The oppressive heaviness of the heat reminded you of his body.

In exasperation, you tried to make yourself think of anything else. Mor's eyes flashed in your mind, the training from the day before, the work you still hadn't done. Anything to not think of him.

You could nearly make out a sound over the breeze rustling the trees outside. A subtle laugh that registered in your mind, that smile reaching his joyful eyes effortlessly. That beautiful smile was only reserved for his friends, one that you loved. You hadn't seen it in a month. Not that you were counting or anything.

Cassian's familiar voice played again. Subtle light lit against his face, making him look more enchanting as usual. He truly was beautiful like this. His hand lingered on your back longer than appropriate, or maybe your heart just wanted it to be that way. He always had a knack for making you feel like you were the only one who existed to him.

Maybe the problem was that part of you wanted to be the only one who existed to him.

Still, you regretted ever taking it that far. You regretted ever letting him into your space. Most of all, you regretted looking at him over your shoulder as you left.

He had worn the same face every day since you walked away. The face that didn't understand what happened either. But it didn't matter anymore. Letting him affect you anymore would be a weakness.

You were tired of the guilt you felt. You missed his witty remarks, his hand on your shoulder when you made him laugh. The worst part was that you felt guilty for every action since. Skipping training sessions to avoid his scrutinizing stare, ducking around corners, pretending not to hear your name when he called it.

The night passed on as you walked through your mind. The lonely darkness cracked open a new place in your heart. You couldn't take the feeling of your pillow rustling against your head anymore, the emptiness in the corner watching you too closely.

Your mattress groaned under your body as you pulled yourself up, the springs sounding like they hadn't slept in weeks either. The cotton of your oversized t-shirt pressed against your stomach, the faded lettering almost unreadable in the dark. Threadbare panties added to the mismatched, disheveled look. But you didn't care anymore. Changing would do nothing to hide the dark circles hiding underneath your eyes.

You rose on bare feet, feeling the dark wooden floor underneath you. The old floor squeaked as you shuffled to the door, opening it slowly. Darkness from the hallway felt silent compared to your movements. You winced, half-expecting someone to stir, but nothing ever happened. The familiar carpet greeted you as you followed your way through the dark hallway onto the stairs.

At the landing, a soft amber glow from the kitchen lights painted colors across the room. The kitchen had become your safe retreat at night, and it was odd to see the light already on. The warm glow beckoned you forward as you stood in the entryway, peeking at who was already in there.

Of course, it had to be him. His strong figure faced the large window overlooking the streets of Velaris below. Strong back muscles were on full display as he had apparently forgone a shirt, just baggy pajama pants sitting around his hips. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel the way heat flushed your cheeks. He looked like a magnificent portrait that you secretly wanted to remember forever. Even if you told yourself you shouldn't care.

A half-empty bottle sat on the counter next to him. Your eyes squinted to make out the fuzzy picture of the label, Rhy's good alcohol.

A voice sounded before you could try to hurry away. "You can come in," His deep voice boomed through your thoughts, your body involuntarily jumped slightly as he caught you.

With a sigh, you joined him at the counter. After sizing up his forlorn form, you finally took a swig out of the dark bottle he had been drinking from.

His eyes found yours with a sad amusement. "Real classy, I know," you offered, hoping to ease the tension. The feeling of the cool granite lit against your hands as you leaned next to him.

"You know I'd do worse," his husky voice said, his words seemed sadder than usual. An oppressive silence slipped in between us, a feeling you'd never quite felt before.

I let the silence sit longer, sipping the liquor again. It filled your veins and quieted your brain, but the small ache was still there. "Couldn't sleep either?" his words seemed like he finally caved, giving up on the staring contest between us.

"I never can anymore", my words came out with a sigh, the potent alcohol stinging its way down my throat once again.

He nodded slowly, his eyes returning to the window in front of him. Moonlight shimmered against his skin. "Yeah, it can be difficult." He paused, a breath escaping his mouth. "Especially when you're trying to run from your actions." His words cut deep, hitting you like an attack you didn't anticipate coming.

The urge to defend yourself flooded your heart. Your eyes slid to his with venom. "I don't need to be psychoanalyzed, but thanks." Your words bit back, letters slurring slightly.

His mouth curved up into that charming smile, but his words had no humor. "Wouldn't dream of it."

The silence returned for a beat. The words that came out were instantly regretted; you did not want this to fade like your dreams of him.

My breath shook before I exhaled a thought that I should've contained. "I miss seeing you," I finally admitted.

His body turned toward you, well-hidden shock in his features. "You don't act like it, sweetheart." His observation wasn't wrong. You certainly hadn't been acting like you cared about him, but neither had he.

"Well, I figured it wouldn't hurt as much if I pretended I didn't." Your words came out faster and less confidently than you wished.

"It hurts me too," he started, "to pretend I don't care about you". His reply was much quieter than characteristic of him.

Tears stung your eyes. "You don't get it, Cass." Your head shook as you spoke.

"What do you think it is that I don't get?" his angry words were masked with gentle eyes.

Your voice trembled, "I didn't want to walk away that night. I wanted to stay there forever. But I just could not ruin this for you."

Cassian stepped closer, the space between you shrinking like the breath in your lungs. The smell of him nearly intoxicated your brain. "Ruin what?" His eyes seared through yours, searching into your soul.

"You," you admitted, "your future, everything you have without me." Your face tilted upwards, now fully facing him.

His brow knitted together, his hand mindlessly pushed his hair out of the way. "You think I've had peace these last few weeks? The months before that?" His words were sour in your mouth.

Your head mindlessly shook. "I didn't want to complicate this. I didn't want to pretend like I mattered to you."

His large arm reached out, rough hand tilting your face upward. "Don't pretend like you don't matter to me. That night is the only thing I can think of."

A sad smile broke through your tears. "Then why didn't you stop me?"

He stared at you like you had just punched him. "I thought you thought it was a mistake." Cassian's words stung your heart. A tear fell down your cheek as you rushed to wipe it away.

"Anything with you could never be a mistake," You said, a sad smile returned to his own.

He scanned your face again, something between frustration and anger that he had tried to bury crossed his features. Your heart skipped a beat, or three, as his calloused finger grazed your chin again and pulled you closer.

His soft lips pressed against yours for the second time, with less urgency but more need this time. The taste of him was so addictive, as if to say don't leave again.

Your body wrapped around him as you welcomed his touch. A hand slipped over his bare chest, tracing the tattoos sprawled across it.

After a long moment, you finally pulled away from him. Cassian's hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Don't forget this in the morning." His voice was laced with something fragile, something hopeful.

"I won't," you whispered.

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You’d been sleeping beside Yuji for months now.

It had become second nature. The way he tucked his chin against your head, how his legs tangled with yours, how he always kissed the top of your spine before drifting off. You knew every line of him in the dark, every sleepy murmur and muscle twitch.

Given you had been dating for a while, you were used to having Yuji’s presence, close beside you, just like this.

But lately… Lately something had changed.

His hands still held you gently, but they lingered longer than before. His kisses were slower. Too slow. Like he was memorizing the shape of your mouth. Not loving you, but savoring you.

And when he was half asleep, holding you against him, sometimes he would murmur things.

Low and raspy, like someone else was pressing against his lungs. 

“Mine.” “So soft…” “You taste so good…”

You’d shaken him awake a few times, tried to laugh it off, but each time he blinked at you like he didn’t understand why your hands were trembling. He didn’t seem to believe he’d said those things. 

He’d just pinch your cheek and insist you were being silly. 

…

Tonight felt worse.

You couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t breathe right. You kept lying there beside him, eyes fixed on the bedroom ceiling, heart beating too hard in your throat. Outside, the wind scraped gently against the window panes. The city lights bled silver across the floorboards. 

Yuji was warm behind you, his breath brushing your nape. Suddenly you realized. He wasn’t asleep. 

“You’re awake,” he said.

And it wasn’t Yuji you heard. This voice was deeper. Darker. It rumbled through your chest like thunder.

You froze. “Yuji…?” A low chuckle rolled behind your ear. “Is that my name?”

You rolled over, slowly, trying not to panic. And there he was. It was still Yuji’s body, it still looked like him. But it wasn’t. The way he smiled wasn’t right. The way he looked at you wasn’t right.

Those eyes—Yuji’s soft brown eyes—were now sharp and half-lidded, glowing faintly red beneath heavy lashes. It was a sultry, seductive sort of expression, the sort that you would never expect him to wear. 

This certainly wasn’t Yuji at all. This was someone else entirely.

“Took him long enough,” Sukuna murmured, tilting his head as he studied you. “I’ve been waiting...watching. Every night he touched you. Every time you moaned his name. You didn’t know, did you?”

You backed up in bed, the blanket tangled around your legs. A cold sweat flourished over your skin, trembling in your bones.

He followed you, crawling so the gap shrank again.

“You thought it was still him,” he said, voice thick with mock sympathy. “Sweet little Yuji. Poor thing. He never had a chance. Not with me around…” His clawed fingers curled against your hip. “So close. So hungry, all this time...”

You slapped his hand away. “Stop it. You’re lying. You’re fucking with me!” He blinked. Then laughed, head thrown back.

“Lying?” His grin widened as he leaned over you, bracing his arms on either side of your body, caging you beneath him. “Tell me…does it seem that way?”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. His fingers traced down your arm. Slowly and deliberately.

“You love him. I know. I feel it. That pathetic little warmth he gives you.” He leaned down, mouth near your ear. “But you belong to me.”

“P—please—just give him back.” His gaze sharpened. “Not this time.”

You froze.

“He tried resisting me at first,” he said after a pause, a cruel softness to his tone. “At first. But when he realized how much I wanted you—when he felt how much you wanted to be wanted—he started to give in.”

“That’s not true—” “Isn’t it?”

Sukuna’s smile turned lazy, dangerous. “Deep down, you wanted this. You wanted someone to hold you tighter. Someone to want you with their whole being. Not sweet. Not kind. Hungry. You needed a man like me…”

His hand cupped your face. His thumb brushed your lower lip. “I can give you what you really need.”

Your heart was racing. But your body wasn’t pulling away. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, and his breath felt hot against your parted lips.

“He’s still in here, of course,” he whispered. “Screaming. Tearing at the walls. Begging me not to touch you.” His voice dropped to a hiss of pleasure. “So that’s exactly why I will.”

And then he kissed you. Not like Yuji. Not gentle. Not slow.

It was possessive. Wild. Like he was trying to consume the breath from your lungs. One hand locked behind your head, the other pressed low against your spine, dragging you up into him like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between your bodies.

You gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed it like a prize. It deepened to the point that it was almost suffocating, like your very energy was being stolen and sucked into him.

When he finally pulled away, your lips were swollen. Your head spun, and you flopped weakly against the pillow.

“You taste so delicious,” he murmured against your skin. “Still too innocent though. But that’s alright. I’ll ruin that soon enough.”

Your voice cracked. “Why…? Give…give him back…”

He paused for a moment. Then, with a lopsided, twisted grin, he seized your wrists and pinned you harshly to the bed. With a yelp, you squirmed, but there was no getting away from him. “Ah ah ah…”

Clutching your wrists easily together in just one clawed hand, his other lifted to your face, a pointed digit trailing along your delicate jaw. “Don’t worry…he’s going to be gone for a while…but I’ll take good care of you…”

A moment passed. “...I’ll be good to you,” he said, taking on a sickly sweet tone that was almost like some imitation of the man you’d fallen in love with.  “Soon enough…you won’t miss him at all.”

You tried to look away, but he gripped your jaw.

“No more running or resisting,” he whispered. “You sleep in my arms tonight.”

And you did.

Because you couldn’t move. Because Yuji wasn’t strong enough. Because Sukuna wanted you bad enough.

And had wanted you for a long time. 

Had been waiting. Waiting. Learning how to love you.

His way.

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[cringe6fail6star6]

stop being so loud (thragg x reader)

Sadly i am not sane about him. And wont be for whole summer. N writing smut for him is so easy holy shit hes a slut.

Cant wait for show-watchers to find that out :>

>>When monarch demands start exhausting his consorts, consorts ask the caretaker to help whp reluctantly agrees with one ask. Or Thragg gets more than he was asking for and less than he demands.<<

tags: one shot, smut, creampie (not into reader), sounding, handjob, cock ring, dom/sub adjesent, bdsm themes, unrealistic bc im gonna die a virgin, technically a threesome at the end there, ruined orgasm, ignore mistakes n misspellings.

You-your (gn!reader)

[>>Have a nice read!<<]

"You're doing great." Your hand holds the bade while another pushes the thin rod deeper, sound of the alien itches you to do this faster but sadly you still have human expectations for viltrumite biology.

"Rgh... this is ridiculous." Thragg roughs, glaring at you as you press down on the rod which makes him grip tighter on the white fur. "Stop it..."

"I know youre actually enjoying this." You tease as your hand moves lower than the base and squeezes his balls. He chokes on his breath before falling back down on the bed. "We talked about this, just ask for guards and ill stop. Is that what you wants? For guards to see you lying this open to your hostage?" You tease, your hand letting go of the rod that slips up again as you brush your hand over the tense muscles of his inner thigh.

He glares again but rolls his eyes back and reaches for his length, before he can push the rod fully you push his hand away.

"Im calling shots here." Simple two strokes gets a moan out of him as his hand falls back down. "You asked me to help you, you told others to make me help you, youre not the boss no." You keep stroking it quickly hefore letting go, his hips trying to catch but fail as you push down on his thighs.

"I am monarch-!" He tries to quip back but instead you slap his nutsack and get accusing glare.

"Oh please, youre more a princess right now than a MoNaRcH." You mock him and squeeze the base, the metal somehow still holding on the viltrumite skin without breaking. "I know you want this, more than you want to let on." You hold him steady as another bead on the rod goes inside another whimper coming out of the viltrumite.

"Hrrgh..." No response, thats good, he shouldnt be thinking right now. You push two beads deeper as a gift, you can see hpw his brain melts at the simple gesture. His groan slips into a tone higher unconsiously as you move the rod clock wise to ease the muscle holding it.

"See? Youre a profi at this. Im just doing my best to serve you. Isnt that what you want? To be served?" You stroke him slowly at the base, the breathing quickens and balls drive closer to the body as you realease fully from his skin. The unsatisfied whine and legs that squeeze together to try to get the release his looking for. "Tsc tsc tsc." You shake your head in disaproval.

"Whats this time!?" Thragg yells out, his hands still holding onto the fur as he glares down his torso to you. "Its taking too long and i cant even cuuuh--" he stutters over his words when you stroke him fast for just a second or two before releasing him again. "Mmmm"

"Dont interrupt me." You release him again, his head falls back on the pillow as he covers his face. Probably from embarrassment from that moan. "Why are you so difficult? Im doing my best here, trying to make you satisfied, and you keep actinf like this! So rude." You hol his base, just movinf it around mindlessly, relaxing on the other hand with elbow in his leg.

"Bad princess, no release for you." The mockery never leaves your voice as you slap under his base, pushing the tip into his tones abs the rod eases deeper as you keep slapping. "Maybe this way youll learn to stop spilling it outside of bearers of the new empire?" Thragg fails to notice the trail off at the end as you realize how ridiculous this sounds, you dont believe what youre saying but you might as well do this because that eyeroll. Phew... Not even the best porn material you found on Earth could compare.

"I wont spill my seed. I promise. Just... rgh... just let me uughh." The balls draw closer and you squeeze his base harder, another loud moan assaults your ears. "Pleaseee. Just let me be inside youuuu..." Oh hes off into the space with that request. Laugh escapes you before you can stiffle.

Index fingers finds the top of the rod, circling it teasingly, the hand travels higher from the base right under the tip. "You know the rules. You dont fuck with traitors. You said so yourself right in 420th rule from.the codex--"

"Its 128th rule, 2 sub rule, was written by my predeccesor." Thragg mumbles quickly as his mouth answers, hes glaring at you from under his arms. "That was so far off." Oops, hes back to reality, snapped just like that. He starts leaning back up, elbows holding him up as he starts going on about the viltrum empire and his years serving it. "How can you not know that? We already talked about thi--"

"Okay, start listing all the rules. Please, teach your humble hostage to make them believe." The rod goes deeper and viltrumite tenses up again, stiffling a noise as his toes curl and he closes his eyes, sucking in a breath. "Yes, monarch, start over." The little hook at the end of the road stabs into the small head nicely as you rub your thumb over it. Viltrumite fights back from the noises that threaten to spill out of him along with the pent up nut.

As rules start tumbling out of his mouth, you keep his base in place and rub his head before his voice hitches, another orgasm ruined and betrayed glare he continues. Viltrumites have great stamina for this kind of stuff, but finally FINALLY you see him losing it. He tries to grab himself more often and then whines when you dont let him. He covers his face up and you let go of him fully. He moves his hands away and you resume the jerking on his skin. Luckily for you, his pre is really good to lube your hand so you wont get blisters from jerking him off raw. But the tike it took you to get him to this point is... urgh... excrutiating.

"I think youre ready." They pat him on the head, the real buzzcut head not the one youve been torturing for god knows how long. "Hey, let her in!" Thragg opens his eyes, bleary and unused to the light outside the room hes in. His mouth isnt working properly so he cant even protest when you help thraxn woman get to the bed and start rubbing viltrumites heated skin.

"Hes so... hot." She mutters as you hold onarchs base again, the pre is spilling out without you even having to do anything. You remove the rod and he thrqshes slightly, covering his mouth with his knuckles as he bites down his moan. "Hes never been this eager before. Not eager like... this." Traxan swipesup the lube and looks closely at the translucent color.

"Well, thats because hes tough cookie to crack. But as you can see, i fixed him." You pat his thigh, it responds in slight spazm of the muscle. "Hes still a bit out of it, but he'll be fine." You lean to the side of the alien head, your eyes focuse on weak reflection of yourself in her eye. "Hes gonna cum so hard you might not have enough space to keep it inside. Scold him for it." You grin as young traxan gasps and covers her lips in embarrassement.

"You cant say that." She pushes you away in a friendly manner as you chuckle, your hand reaches to grab Thraggs nutsack and play with the balls inside.

"Hes so desperate, hes so winded up for you. Just use him. Hes gonna love it." You leave aslight smooch on traxan cheek for encouragement before letting go of jim and stand up off the bed. "Have fun!" You say cheerfully, before leaving them alone.

Theres bunch of other traxan mothers and new ones who stare up at you from their seated position neat the door. You wave awkwardly before leaving.

....

...Maybe you overdid it. A bit too much. How. Why. Obviously you cant be tied responsible for... such... fertile... situation...

It seems after your... ministrations... doctors picke dup leftover fluids and... look, theres so many woman to go around and not enough Thragg okay? They had to insiminate some of the woman not from the tap, so to speak, so having whole ward of new mothers or mothers who had kids before to have them again... Is something.

Next time just let him cum before letting woman use him. Please.

[crystalclear365]

Thank you for the tag, Bruggle! I appreciate it!

I'm going to taggggggg @merlinmay!

It took me a while to come up with an idea, (and even longer to stop procrastinating on it-) but I think I got one! This fic is about the Light siblings at the beach, with the twins harassing their older sibling, Blues. :)

The Light twins had been dying to spend some time with their older brother, Blues. And when an opportunity finally came, they decided that a short trip to the beach would be a good idea.

However, when they arrived, Blues didn't seem as enthused as Rock and Roll were. Only a few minutes after arriving, Blues had laid a red and white striped towel down on the sand and laid down on it. When Rock and Roll observed this, they exchanged a look with each other before quietly approaching him.

"Are you going to sleep? We just got here! I thought we were going to do something together!" Roll cried.

"Sunbathing is something. It just might not be your something," Blues replied.

"Well, Roll and I planned on playing a game of volleyball, and we wanted you to join," Rock expressed. "But you can come join us when you're done!"

Their older sibling didn't reply, which Rock and Roll shrugged off. In reality, they were trying to buy some time before coming back to Blues and asking if he wanted to do something else with them. They were only going to have a couple of hours together before they had to go home, and before Blues had to leave, so they wanted to make the most of it.

But perhaps Blues was just tired, and he needed some time by himself before joining them?

For about thirty minutes, Rock and Roll played a game of volleyball with a beach ball they had brought. They passed the ball back and forth to each other, each racking up so many points that both of them had stopped counting after they both had fifteen.

Their game had gradually moved off of the sand, and into the ocean. This was the moment where their volleyball game had devolved into the twins just splashing each other in the water, while also almost losing their ball to the waves. Fortunately, Rock was able to retrieve it before it went too far out. They knew better than to try and get into the deeper parts of the ocean. If they did, there was a great chance that their circuits could be damaged by the water.

After that, the twins decided to wrap up their game and go back to where Blues was. Maybe he would want to walk the shore with them, or collect seashells and whatever trinkets they could find in the sand?

But when they went up to Blues, they found him to be in the same position that he was in before, looking very stiff.

"Blues?" Roll called out. "Are you awake?"

"He was in that same position when we left him," Rock commented. He then bent over and tapped Blues' arm. "Blues! Wake up!"

Their brother did not stir.

Roll went over to the other side of him and gently tapped his face. "Blues...?"

Blues was completely knocked out.

"Hold on, I got an idea..." Rock mentioned. He turned around and saw a stick nearby on the ground. A smile formed on his face as he began to make a plan within his mind, and a key part of it had to do with that stick right over there...

Roll watched as she saw her brother grab the stick that he had spotted, and proceeded to use that stick to poke their brother in the face.

Over and over again.

It was quite entertaining to watch. Especially considering the fact that Blues still hadn't woken up.

"Why isn't he waking up?" Roll questioned, her tone indicating concern.

"Maybe he's a heavy sleeper," Rock replied, still poking his older brother.

"Do you think his core gave out on him?" Roll blurted out. Rock let out a loud gasp and whipped his head around, glaring at his sister.

"Roll! Don't say that!" He yelled.

"What? I'm just asking!"

Suddenly, the twins heard a small grunt coming from Blues, startling the two of them. They turned their heads around, and saw two things: one, the stick was up Blues' nose now. And two, Blues was slowly turning his head around, indicating that he hadn't succumbed to his core issues, and he was just a heavy sleeper.

The two of them let out a loud, collective sigh of relief. Rock took the stick and dropped it on the ground, laughing to himself.

"Glad he's not dead!" He exclaimed.

"Oh, so you can say something like that, but me asking if his core gave out is too much?" Roll grumbled.

"Well..." Rock shook his head. "I don't have a justifiable excuse- I just didn't want to assume the worst."

"I understand..."

The twins remained silent for a short period of time, listening to the waves crash against the shore while the summer breeze passed by them, unsure of what to do next. Should they continue trying to wake him up? Do they leave him alone and go back to playing? Neither of them knew.

Until it was Roll's turn to come up with an idea.

"Hey... I have a really funny idea!" She grinned. "What if we pranked Blues?"

Rock felt a mischievous smirk spread across his face. "How so?"

---

Blues had accidentally fallen asleep. He had meant to spend about a few minutes by himself before he went and joined his siblings, but the moment he felt his eyelids get heavy and closed them, he told himself that he would just "rest his eyes for a few minutes". He should've known that he would be a goner.

When he awoke, however, he found himself unable to move for some reason. He was unable to lift up his arms, move his legs... Heck, he couldn't even wiggle his fingers! The most that he could do was lift up his head and look around...

But when he heard the loud giggling from his younger siblings, combined with the sight of the huge pile of sand on top of him, it didn't take him long to figure out what had happened.

"Ha-ha. Very funny, you two," Blues said sarcastically.

"How did your sunbathing go?" Rock snickered. "You seemed really relaxed earlier!"

"So relaxed to the point where we couldn't wake you up!" Roll laughed. "Rock kept poking you with a stick over and over again! And you just wouldn't budge!"

That was sort of embarrassing... But Blues couldn't help but smile at himself. The situation was amusing, after all, and he should've expected something like this. His siblings liked to pull harmless pranks on him whenever they could, and that included the one they had done today.

"Huh..." Blues mumbled. "Not even the stick woke me up?"

"Rock even stuck it up your nose, and you still didn't wake up!" Roll added.

"By accident!" Rock shouted. "It wasn't on purpose!"

Wow.

Blues let out a long sigh and shook his head. He somehow managed to sleep through getting a stick up his nose... How did he even manage to do something like that?

"Well... That sure is... something, to say the least," Blues replied. "Now help get this sand off of me."

The twins continued to laugh amongst themselves and started to walk away from him, which caused Blues to get anxious.

"Wait- are you guys just gonna leave? I actually need help getting out of this sand pile."

They continued walking off, almost as if they didn't hear him.

The sand was starting to get itchy...

---

This prompt was perfect for summer, lol

Thank you @pale-opal for beta-reading this :)

Ya know what

Heck it

I'm gonna try something, feel free to ignore.

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Just... for fun.

Maybe we do a sort of prompt tag game thing?

Like obviously, tag whoever you want to add but...

Basically someone offers a one word prompt and then everyone who wants to can either write a short fic involving it or draw some art for it, whatever floats your boat. No minimum or maximum. I'm just tagging people I've had either brief interactions with or just know to be active, but yeah. Absolutely no pressure. (I am but the tiniest blog in a sea of others lmao)

Only thing I would ask is to keep it PG-13 so everyone can enjoy it, yeah?

Anyways!

Prompt word!

Sunbathe

Because the idea of reploids sunbathing is funny to me. But it makes sense.

So with that in mind, my prompt fic:

Word count (according to my note app thing): 308

The sound of the balcony door opening has X opening a lazy eye in the late July sun.

Only to see Brook stepping out with an amused look on her face. "Trying to get a tan?" she teased.

"Mmm... not quite," he replied. "Trying to recharge, actually. Solar." Brook's mouth opens to a perfect 'o' shape, as though just remembering that reploids have that. "Why don't you join me?" the blue clad reploid asked. "You could benefit from some vitamin D."

"...Do I *have* to?"

You know what? "Yes," X answered dryly. "Consider it part of your punishment for running off and *stealing money.*" The ruddy-haired girl flushes at that and nods. Even going as far as to mutter an apology under her breath.

"...Would it be okay if I grabbed something to do while I'm out here?" Brook asked.

X considered the request, humans *were* more fidgety than reploids, after all... "...Alright," he relented. "But if you don't come back out in ten minutes, I'm going to make it *worse.*" Rolling her eyes, Brook heads back into the apartment. "Yeah, okay *Dad,*" she retorted.

And while *yes,* it *was* sarcastic-

He can't help but feel ever so slightly pleased at the fact. She's come a *long* way since September when he first found her...

Briefly, he wonders what it is Brook will bring out with her... It won't be schoolwork, much to his chagrin. After all, it *is* summer break. And she's already on a good pace with her make up work. But, X doesn't have to wonder long. Brook comes back out with a small bag he recognizes.

Her knitting bag.

Nodding in approval, X slips back into a light recharge.

With only the occasional clacking of her needles to break up the outside sounds.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘ SQUIRTING FOR THE FIRST TIME ?!

． paring: Caleb, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Rafayel x bratty fem!reader

．summary: how they react when you squirt for the first time!

．warnings: nsfw/smut, creampie, tit fucking, cum-play, rough s*x, cow girl, mirror s*x, spanking, hair pulling, Caleb is a switch (sub to dom), pussy slapping, fingering, nipple sucking and biting.

．note : not proof read also the art is by : rororo_mg on X. Also dunno if this is ooc for them! Also zayne’s part is very long. ^_^

＠ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 ；

Caleb always had that cocky little smirk when he looked at you, all charm and mischief, like he knew exactly what you were up to before you even opened your mouth. And right now, that smirk was stretched wide as he laid beneath you, his hands gripping your thighs while you rocked against his cock, taking him deeper with every bounce.

“God, babe,” he groaned, breath hot against your skin as he pushed himself up just enough to mouth at your tits, teasing one nipple between his lips. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

You rolled your hips a little harder just to hear him moan, just to feel the way his cock twitched inside you. “Yeah?” You panted, fingers threading through his sweat-damp hair, tugging just enough to make him look up at you. “I thought pilots were supposed to have more stamina than this.”

His eyes darkened at that, something shifting in the way he gripped you—less playful, more possessive. “Oh, you wanna play like that, pipsqueak?” His voice was rough, teasing, but there was an edge to it now, one that made your stomach clench with anticipation.

Before you could get another smart remark out, he bucked his hips up, thrusting into you hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. A gasp caught in your throat as your clit rubbed right up against his abs, the pressure sparking something electric inside you.

“Shit—” you whined, fingers digging into his shoulders.

Caleb smirked, hands sliding up your waist before one gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Not so mouthy now, huh?”

You should’ve been annoyed—maybe even fought back a little—but the way he was fucking up into you, the way his cock stretched you just right, made it impossible to do anything but whimper. His abs were slick with sweat, flexing beneath you every time he moved, and that friction against your clit was too much.

“Baby—” your voice cracked, body tensing. “Fuck, I—”

Caleb groaned at the way your walls fluttered around him, at the way you trembled in his hold. “Gonna come for me?” He muttered, dragging his thumb over your clit, slow and deliberate. “Go on, pipsqueak, make a mess.”

The coil in your stomach snapped all at once, white-hot pleasure ripping through you as you came harder than you ever had before. Your entire body shook, legs squeezing tight around his waist as the pressure inside you exploded—soaking his cock, his abs, everything beneath you.

“Holy fuck.” His voice was thick with awe and something even deeper, fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you through it, prolonging every second of your high. “Did you just—”

You couldn’t even answer, gasping for air as aftershocks shuddered through you. Caleb swore under his breath, hands roaming up your back before he flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion. His cock was still buried deep inside you, still hard, still throbbing.

“Didn’t know you had that in you,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours as he rolled his hips, slow and teasing, making you whimper. “Guess I’ll have to make you do it again, huh?”

Caleb let out a breathless laugh, brushing his fingers over the slick mess coating his abs. His smirk was cocky as ever, but there was something else in his eyes—something darker, more ravenous.

“Damn, pipsqueak,” he murmured, voice husky as he rocked his hips forward again, making you gasp. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

Your whole body was still trembling, oversensitive, but the way his cock dragged against your walls, still so deep, had heat pooling in your stomach all over again.

“Shut up,” you muttered, trying to sound confident, but your voice was wrecked, breathy.

He just grinned, leaning in so close his lips brushed against your ear. “Oh? Thought you liked mouthing off.” His hips rolled forward, slow and deliberate, and you whined at the way your clit dragged against his abs again. “What happened, babe? Already fucked dumb?”

You clenched around him, hands gripping his biceps, trying to push him away just to get a second to breathe. But Caleb wasn’t having it.

“Nuh-uh,” he murmured, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. His strength was effortless, like he wasn’t even trying. “I haven’t even started with you yet.”

Your stomach flipped at the way he said it, that teasing lilt still in his voice, but there was something serious underneath—something that made your pulse stutter.

“Y’know,” he mused, dragging his lips down the column of your throat, pressing just hard enough to make you squirm, “I think I like you better like this. All messy and fucked out.”

You glared at him, trying to get some control back. “I can still—”

He didn’t let you finish. One sharp thrust sent you keening, your back arching as his cock hit that spot deep inside you, sending sparks dancing up your spine.

“What was that, babe?” Caleb’s voice was thick with amusement, but his breathing was rough now, too, his control starting to slip. “Didn’t catch that.”

You couldn’t even answer, too lost in the way he was moving—deep and precise, grinding against your clit just enough to keep you on edge.

“Yeah,” he muttered, nipping at your jaw, “that’s what I thought.”

And then he really started fucking you.

The slow, teasing pace was gone. He set a ruthless rhythm, hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with your ragged moans. His grip on your wrists tightened, keeping you pinned beneath him as he chased his own pleasure, his abs flexing against your clit with every thrust.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “Can’t believe you were holding out on me, pipsqueak.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper, and Caleb cursed, his cock twitching inside you.

“Shit—‘m close,” he gritted out, voice strained. “Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Hm?”

The way he said it sent you spiraling, your orgasm slamming into you so hard your vision blurred. Your whole body clenched around him, nails digging into his shoulders as you cried out, barely aware of anything but the white-hot pleasure consuming you.

Caleb swore, hips stuttering, before he buried himself deep with a rough groan, spilling inside you, heat flooding your core. His grip on your wrists loosened, and he slumped forward, breathless, his forehead pressing against yours.

For a second, neither of you moved, just panting, your bodies still tangled together. Then, Caleb let out a breathless chuckle.

“Well, damn,” he muttered, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. “First time for everything, huh?”

＠ 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ；

The soft hum of the med bay was comforting, a backdrop to the electrifying tension building between you and Zayne. He leaned against the counter, a playful grin spreading across his face as he watched you with those piercing eyes, the warmth of his gaze making your heart race.

“You know, I’m technically on duty,” he said, amusement lacing his voice as he crossed his arms.

You smirked, leaning back against the examination table. “Aren’t you supposed to be taking care of your patients, Doctor?”

Zayne stepped closer, the playful edge in his demeanor sharpening. “Oh, trust me, I have my hands full with you.”

With a swift movement, he caught your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the table. The contact sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you. “Now, what seems to be the problem?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Just a little ache,” you replied, biting your lip as you glanced down at his firm body. “Right here.” You pressed your thighs together, the heat pooling in your core making it hard to concentrate.

“Let me see if I can help with that.” Zayne's hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing over your tits before he leaned in, pressing a heated kiss to your lips. The way his mouth moved against yours ignited something deep within you, and you responded eagerly, your hands tangling in his hair.

Zayne pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression a mix of mischief and desire. “You’re gonna need to be more specific.”

With a determined glint in your eye, you gripped his shirt, pulling him closer. “I want you to make me feel good, Doctor.”

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “Well, I do love a challenge.”

In an instant, he had you pinned against the table, his hands exploring your body with expert precision. His mouth found its way to your tits, hot and wet as he sucked and teased, his hands trailing down your sides. Every flick of his tongue sent shivers down your spine, making your breath hitch.

“Zayne,” you gasped, arching into him as pleasure coursed through you.

He pulled back, eyes dark with lust. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Zayne knelt before you, hands gripping your thighs as he spread your legs apart, his breath hot against your core. “Let’s see just how responsive you are.”

His fingers slid between your folds, teasing your clit with gentle strokes that sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. You gasped, arching your back as he worked you closer to the edge.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So responsive, so eager.”

You whimpered, fingers tightening in his hair as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. “Zayne, please,” you begged, unable to control the desperate need building inside you.

“Please what?” He smirked, clearly enjoying the power he had over you. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“More,” you gasped, your hips rolling against his hand. “I want to come—please!”

With a wicked grin, he obliged, quickening the pace of his fingers, his thumb rubbing firm circles on your clit. The pressure built rapidly, the heat spreading through you until it consumed every thought.

“Come for me,” he commanded, voice low and sultry. “I want to see you fall apart.”

That was all it took. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you squirted all over him, soaking his fingers and the floor beneath you. You cried out, your body trembling as Zayne worked you through it, his gaze filled with a mix of awe and hunger.

“Damn,” he breathed, wiping his fingers on his shirt, clearly enjoying the mess you’d made. “You really know how to make a doctor’s day.”

You shot him a playful glare, breathless but eager for more. “Don’t think you’re done with me yet.”

Zayne chuckled, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

In one swift motion, he pulled you upright, his hands gripping your hair as he pressed you back against the table, his gaze intense and commanding. “Now, let’s see just how far we can push your limits.”

Zayne's grip on your hair tightened as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your skin. “You made quite the mess, babe. I hope you’re ready for round two.”

You felt a rush of excitement at his words, your body still buzzing from the intense release. “I can take it,” you replied, trying to sound confident even as your heart raced in anticipation.

“Good,” he said, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Because I’m just getting started.”

Zayne positioned himself between your legs, his hands roaming down your thighs as he leaned in to plant teasing kisses along your stomach. You squirmed beneath him, your skin alive with sensitivity, every touch sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“Let’s make sure those lovely tits get the attention they deserve,” he murmured, his mouth finally closing around one of your nipples, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

You gasped, arching your back as waves of pleasure radiated from your chest. “Zayne, that feels so good,” you breathed, fingers digging into the table as you pushed against him, craving more.

He glanced up at you, eyes dark with desire. “I love hearing you say that,” he said, switching to your other nipple, giving it the same attention while his fingers trailed down your stomach to your slick folds.

With deft fingers, he teased your clit again, circling and pressing just right as he continued to suckle your breast. The combination of sensations had your head spinning, your body responding eagerly to his every touch.

“Z—Zayne, pleaseeee,” you whimpered, feeling the familiar tension building once more.

“Please what?” he taunted, his breath hot against your skin. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Just… don’t stop,” you managed to gasp, urgency creeping into your voice.

“Good answer,” he said, a satisfied smirk on his face as he increased the pressure, fingers moving faster as he thrust two of them deep inside you. The sudden stretch made you moan loudly, your hips grinding against his hand instinctively.

“Look at you, baby,” he teased, his voice low and sultry. “So fucking desperate for my cock.”

“Zayne, I need you,” you breathed, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable. “Please.”

“Alright, but first…” He pulled back slightly, positioning himself between your thighs again. “I want you to try something new.”

Before you could process what he meant, he guided your hands to your breasts, encouraging you to squeeze and play with them while he pumped his cock in front of you. The sight of him, so hard and ready, made your mouth water.

“Tit fuck me,” he commanded, his voice low and demanding. “Show me how much you want it.”

You nodded eagerly, wrapping your hands around your tits and pressing them together, creating a perfect valley for his cock. The warmth of your body against him made Zayne groan, and you felt a thrill at the power you held over him, even as he watched you with a hungry gaze.

“Just like that, babe. Perfect,” he encouraged, guiding his cock between your tits, the sensation driving you wild.

You could hardly believe how good it felt, his cock sliding between your flesh as you pushed your chest together tighter, looking up at him through your lashes. “You like this, huh?”

“Fuck yes,” he grunted, his hands gripping your wrists as he pushed himself deeper between your tits. “You’re so good at this, baby.”

The heat in your core grew as you continued, each thrust of his cock making you wetter, slickness pooling between your legs. Zayne was losing himself in the pleasure, eyes rolling back as he thrust deeper, each movement sending waves of satisfaction through both of you.

“Damn, I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice strained, as he watched you with pure lust.

“Do it,” you urged, the thrill of it all pushing you closer to your own edge. “I want to feel you.”

With a deep groan, Zayne thrust forward one last time, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he spilled himself between your breasts, warm ropes of cum painting your skin.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, watching the sight of him losing control over you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“Now, that’s a mess,” he chuckled, looking down at the sticky fluid covering your chest. “You’re lucky I like it messy.”

You smiled, feeling a rush of confidence at the way he watched you. “I think I might have to return the favor, Doctor.”

Zayne raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh really? And how do you plan on doing that?”

With a mischievous grin, you slid off the table, dropping to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eye. “Let me show you.”

He let out a low laugh, clearly impressed by your boldness. “I’m all yours, baby.”

Zayne leaned down, his fingers sliding into your hair, yanking your head back just enough to make you gasp. His smirk was wicked, voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re still feeling bold, huh? Let’s see how long that lasts.”

Before you could fire back, he flipped you over, pressing your chest flat against the examination table. His large hands gripped your ass, spreading you open as he dragged the tip of his cock through your slick folds, teasing your clit until you squirmed beneath him.

“Look at you, so fucking wet,” he murmured, his free hand coming down hard on your ass. The sharp sting made you jolt, a needy whimper escaping you. “You act like a brat, but your body tells me exactly what you want.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” you bit out, pushing back against him.

Zayne chuckled darkly. “Still mouthing off?” He didn’t wait for an answer—he thrust into you in one smooth motion, stretching you open as his cock filled you completely.

Your fingers clawed at the table as a strangled moan left your lips. “Fuck—Zayne!”

“That’s right, baby. Let me hear you,” he groaned, setting a brutal pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the med bay, mixed with the filthy wet sounds of him fucking you deep.

His grip tightened on your hips, pulling you back onto his cock harder. The angle had him slamming against your g-spot with every thrust, sending pleasure surging through your body.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, one hand slipping between your legs, fingers finding your clit. He rubbed firm, tight circles, making your legs shake. “I can feel you squeezing me—getting close, aren’t you?”

You were falling apart too fast, the heat coiling in your stomach, the relentless pace of his cock driving you straight to the edge. “Z-Zayne, I—”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his voice dropping into something dark and commanding. “Come for me. I want to feel you gush all over my cock.”

His fingers pressed harder against your clit, and just like that, the pleasure hit you like a tidal wave. Your body locked up, back arching as you came hard, a sharp cry ripping from your throat as you squirted all over him.

“Fuck yes,” Zayne groaned, watching you soak him. “That’s my good girl.”

Your body trembled, but he didn’t stop. He pulled out just long enough to spread your slickness all over his cock, smearing your wetness against your folds before thrusting back into you with a deep, guttural moan.

The overstimulation had you whimpering, but the pleasure was addicting, your walls fluttering around him as he chased his own release.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped, his thrusts turning erratic. “Gonna fill you up—”

With one last deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he spilled inside you, hot cum flooding your pussy. He rocked his hips a few more times, letting you feel every drop before slowly pulling out.

A filthy wet sound followed, his cum oozing from your used hole. Zayne hummed in approval, dragging his fingers through the mess before pushing some of it back inside you, his smirk downright sinful.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” he murmured, watching as you twitched beneath him, body still sensitive. “You look so damn pretty like this, baby.”

You shuddered, still trying to catch your breath, but managed to shoot him a glare. “You’re a menace.”

Zayne only chuckled, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you into his lap, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to your lips. “And yet, you keep coming back.”

You sighed, leaning into him, exhaustion and satisfaction settling over you. “…Shut up.”

His grin widened. “Whatever you say, babe.”

＠ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 ；

Xavier had you sprawled out beneath him, his toned body hovering over yours as his fingers ghosted over your skin, teasing, taunting, driving you insane. His sharp blue eyes gleamed with amusement as he trailed his hand between your thighs, brushing over your already swollen clit.

“Mm, look at you,” he mused, voice smooth, dripping with arrogance. “So desperate for me, and yet you were acting like a little brat just a few minutes ago.”

You huffed, shifting beneath him, trying to grind against his hand. “Maybe if you weren’t so slow, I wouldn’t have to be.”

Xavier chuckled, but the amusement in his eyes darkened, something more dangerous lurking beneath. “Oh? Is that right?”

Before you could process it, his palm cracked against your thigh, then your ass, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Ah—Xavier!” you yelped, the sound melting into a moan as he smoothed his hand over the heated skin.

“Now, that’s better,” he murmured, fingers dipping back between your folds, slipping through the wetness there. “God, you’re soaked, babe. You really do like being put in your place, don’t you?”

You bit your lip, refusing to answer, but a sharp slap to your ass had you gasping.

“I asked you a question,” he said, his voice all silk and steel.

“…Maybe,” you muttered, face burning.

He tsked, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. “You’re such a pain in the ass.” Another sharp slap made you whimper. “But you’re my pain in the ass.”

You shivered at that, but before you could say anything else, Xavier finally gave in, pushing two fingers into your pussy, stretching you open. The pleasure was immediate, your back arching as he curled them just right, finding that spot that made you tremble.

“Xavier—”

“I know, baby,” he purred, working his fingers faster, pressing his thumb to your clit. “You’re taking me so well.”

Your breath hitched as the pleasure built fast, the coil in your stomach tightening with every stroke. “I-I need more—”

He smirked. “More?” He withdrew his fingers, ignoring your whine of protest as he leaned back, positioning himself between your legs. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck you properly then.”

You barely had a second to react before he was pushing inside, stretching you open with his cock. The stretch was intense, your walls fluttering around him as he bottomed out, a low groan slipping from his lips.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he murmured, rolling his hips, making you whimper. “So damn tight, baby.”

His hands gripped your hips, setting a ruthless pace, each thrust hitting deep, rubbing against that spot that had you seeing stars. The pleasure was dizzying, your tits bouncing with every movement, heat building in your stomach at an alarming pace.

Xavier watched you, a smug smirk curling his lips. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You could barely think, barely breathe, the pressure in your core reaching its peak. “X-Xavier, I—”

“I want to see you lose control,” he rasped, his thumb rubbing messy circles against your clit, pushing you over the edge. “Come for me, babe.”

And just like that, the tension snapped, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your whole body shuddered as you came, the force of it so intense that you felt yourself squirt all over his abs.

A strangled moan left your lips, your mind hazy as you collapsed beneath him, body twitching from the aftershocks.

Xavier stilled for a moment, glancing down at the mess you’d made, before a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, running a hand over his slick-covered abs before bringing it to his lips, licking it off with a satisfied hum. “That was fucking hot.”

Your face burned, embarrassment creeping in, but before you could protest, he thrust into you again, making you gasp.

“Oh no,” he chuckled darkly. “We’re not done yet. I need to see you do that again.”

And with the way he was looking at you—hungry, insatiable—you knew you were in for a long night.

＠ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 ；

Sylus sat with his back against the headboard, his toned arms resting lazily on the pillows, watching you with those piercing red eyes. His expression was unreadable—calm, controlled—but the way his fingers kneaded into your thighs told you everything. He was holding back. Letting you set the pace. But for how long?

You were straddling his lap, his cock buried deep inside you, stretching you open in a way that had your whole body trembling. Your hands were planted on his chest, nails pressing into his skin as you struggled to move, overwhelmed by the sheer fullness of him.

“Look at you,” Sylus murmured, voice smooth, laced with amusement. “Acting all shy now.” His fingers tightened on your hips. “Didn’t seem so shy when you were teasing me earlier, baby.”

Your face burned, but you still mustered up a glare. “I wasn’t teasing,” you muttered, shifting slightly, gasping when the movement made his cock press even deeper.

His lips quirked, but his patience was wearing thin. “No? Then what do you call sitting in my lap, grinding against me, acting like you weren’t desperate to be fucked?”

Your breath hitched, and you looked away, refusing to answer.

Sylus hummed, his hands sliding up to your waist, his grip steady but firm. “That’s what I thought.” He guided you up, just enough for the tip of his cock to nearly slip out before dragging you back down onto him. A sharp gasp tore from your lips, your nails raking over his chest as pleasure shot up your spine.

The stretch was too much, the sensation unbearable in the best way. You wanted to move, to fuck yourself on his cock properly, but your body was weak, trembling from how deep he reached inside you.

A whimper escaped your lips, and Sylus groaned at the sound, his composure slipping. “Fuck, baby,” he murmured, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. “You feel so fucking good.”

Your thighs burned, struggling to keep up with the pace you wanted, and he noticed. The second you faltered, Sylus’s control snapped.

“Can’t do it yourself, huh?” he mused, though his voice was rougher now, his patience long gone. “That’s fine. I’ve got you.”

Before you could react, he gripped your ass, holding you still as he rolled his hips up into you, slow but deep, dragging a broken moan from your lips. Then he did it again. And again.

The pace was brutal, his cock hitting spots that had you gripping onto him for dear life, pleasure mounting too fast to control. Your clit throbbed, the friction driving you higher, pushing you toward a peak that felt different—more intense, more overwhelming than anything you’d ever felt.

“S-Sylus—”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your throat. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”

You could only nod, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“Then let go,” he rasped, one hand sliding between you to rub your clit, his thrusts never slowing. “Come for me.”

The coil in your stomach snapped, pleasure crashing over you with a force that left you gasping, your whole body shuddering as the orgasm ripped through you. A sharp cry tore from your lips as you felt it—felt yourself squirt, the rush of liquid soaking Sylus’s cock, dripping down onto his thighs.

A deep groan rumbled from his chest, his red eyes dark with something primal as he watched you tremble in his lap, completely wrecked.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, voice thick with hunger. “Didn’t know you could do that.”

You barely had the energy to respond, your body still pulsing from the aftershocks, but Sylus wasn’t finished. His hands flexed on your waist before he thrust up into you again, burying himself deep as his own release hit, warmth flooding your insides as he came.

Your body slumped against his, breathless, skin slick with sweat. Sylus ran a hand through your hair, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, his other hand lazily trailing over your thigh, brushing against the mess between your legs.

“Looks like I fucked you stupid,” he murmured, smug.

Your weak glare didn’t faze Sylus in the slightest. If anything, it made him smirk, that lazy, knowing expression that only made your stomach tighten all over again. His fingers traced over your thigh, slipping dangerously close to the mess between your legs, deliberately teasing.

“You made a mess, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “Didn’t expect you to squirt like that.” His thumb brushed your swollen clit, making your body jolt against him.

Your breath hitched, still sensitive from your orgasm, but Sylus didn’t care. He spread his fingers, rubbing your pink and creamy slick over your inner thighs, then over his cock, still buried inside you, his release mixing with the wetness between your legs.

“Feel that?” His voice dropped lower, more deliberate. “You’re still drippin’ all over me.”

A whimper escaped your lips as he pressed down on your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles. Your body twitched from the overstimulation, your thighs trembling on either side of him.

“S-Sylus—”

“Hmm?” His free hand slid up your body, fingers curling around your tits, kneading the soft flesh. “Something wrong?”

You shuddered, hips jerking involuntarily against his touch. “Too much—”

He only chuckled, rolling a nipple between his fingers while keeping steady pressure on your clit. “Too much, huh?” He tilted his head, eyes burning into yours. “That’s funny, baby, ’cause your pussy is still clenching around me like you want more.”

Your breath came in short, uneven gasps, torn between sensitivity and the sharp need still buzzing under your skin. He was pushing you past your limit, and he knew it.

Sylus shifted, pressing you down against his chest, trapping you against his heat. His lips brushed over your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. “Be good for me,” he murmured, a sharp contrast to the way his fingers slid between your folds, spreading your slick. “Let me have one more.”

You whimpered, body tensing, but when he thrust up into you—slow, deep, filling you all over again—the last of your resistance crumbled.

＠ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 ；

Rafayel’s eyes locked onto yours, that intense pink and blue gaze igniting a fire inside you. He stepped closer, his smirk teasing as he caught the challenge in your expression. “Feeling mean today, huh?”

“Maybe I am,” you shot back, a playful glint in your eye. “What are you going to do about it?”

Without warning, he lifted you effortlessly, settling you on the edge of the bed. You felt your heart race as he knelt before you, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading your legs apart.

“You know I love it when you act like this,” he said, a low growl in his voice as his fingers slid between your wet folds, teasing your pussy. “But let’s see how long you can keep up that attitude.”

His fingers worked expertly, stroking your clit and plunging deep into your slick heat. “You’re already soaked, baby. Can’t resist me, can you?”

You gasped, trying to maintain your defiance but quickly losing your resolve. “Shut up, Raf.”

“Make me,” he challenged, his smirk growing wider as he thrust his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot inside you. Your breath hitched, and your back arched as pleasure coursed through you.

“Raf, please,” you whimpered, squirming against his touch, desperate for more.

He didn’t waste any time; with one swift motion, he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing and ready. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want it,” you begged, feeling the need building inside you. “Please!”

“Good girl,” he said, and in one powerful thrust, he filled you completely. You gasped at the stretch, his cock hitting all the right spots. “Look at you, so fuckin’ needy.”

He set a brutal rhythm, thrusting deep and hard, his body slamming into yours as he kept his eyes locked on yours, watching every reaction. The pressure built inside you, the familiar tension coiling tighter with each thrust.

“Raf, I’m so close!” you cried, feeling your body ready to explode.

“Just a little more, baby. Let it happen,” he urged, his pace relentless, driving you closer to the edge.

With one final thrust, everything snapped. You felt the overwhelming wave of pleasure crash over you as you squirted for the first time, soaking his cock and the sheets beneath you. Your body trembled, and cries escaped your lips as pleasure washed over you in waves.

Rafayel grunted, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he watched you come undone. “That’s it! Just like that!” he growled, losing himself in the sensation.

“Raf!” you screamed, unable to contain the intense pleasure coursing through you.

“Fuck, I’m right there!” he grunted, thrusting deep as he chased his own release, filling you with his warmth as you both rode the wave together.

Breathless, he collapsed against you, the heat of your bodies mingling as you came down from the high. “You really know how to make things wild,” he panted, a satisfied grin plastered across his face.

Rafayel's grin returned as he caught his breath, that playful glint never leaving his eyes. “Damn, babe, you really squirted everywhere,” he said, looking down at the mess you both made. “Guess I really know how to get you going.”

You laughed breathlessly, the tension from earlier still buzzing in your body. “Yeah, well, maybe you should get used to it.”

“Oh, I plan to,” he shot back, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he playfully nudged you with his knee. “Ready for round two?”

With a quick movement, he turned you around, positioning you on all fours. “Time to show you how fun mirror sex can be,” he teased, guiding himself back inside you from behind.

“Just look at those tits bouncing,” he remarked, his voice light and teasing. “I could watch this all day.”

You felt the familiar mix of pleasure and irritation bubbling up, but the way he kept his tone silly made it hard to stay mad. “You’re ridiculous,” you replied, pushing back against him, wanting more of that delicious friction.

“Ridiculously good at this, right?” he quipped, thrusting harder, the sound of skin slapping filling the air. “Feel that, babe? You like it when I hit you like this?”

“God, yes!” you cried, loving the way his cock filled you up, the way he perfectly mirrored your movements, matching your pace with every thrust.

“Then let’s make a mess again,” he grinned, his tone dripping with playful confidence. With each thrust, he picked up speed, pushing you closer to that familiar edge.

“Raf, I’m close!” you gasped, your clit rubbing against the bed as he drove deeper.

“Let it go, babe,” he urged, his hands gripping your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you both built toward that climax again. “I want to see you squirt again.”

With his words igniting something primal within you, you surrendered to the pleasure, feeling the tension build until it burst. You squirted again, moaning as pleasure washed over you, the sensation more intense this time as he continued to thrust, sending you spiraling into ecstasy.

“Fuck yes! That’s my girl!” he shouted, his own release following closely as he filled you up, both of you lost in the bliss of the moment.

As you both caught your breath, Rafayel leaned down, his playful demeanor returning, pulling you back against his chest. “You ready for round three? I think we can make an even bigger mess this time.”

You smiled, the warmth of his body against yours making you feel alive. “Bring it on, babe. I’m ready for whatever you’ve got.”

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husband!toji has never gotten the pleasure of seeing his beautiful wife pregnant with his child, it's a crime honestly.

toji has been married to you for years now, he's seen how good you are with kids and how much they loved you in return. you were already the stepmother to his moody teenage son, and if we're being honest, he wasn't very fond of children.

they were gross, sticky, and expensive.

he learned his lesson with megumi and quickly found out he hated the baby phase of parenthood whenever megumi would have accidents in public, but he'd be lying if he said he never wanted to have anymore kids, especially with you.

visions of your swollen belly carrying his child popping up his head always drove him crazy, he’s never talked about staring a family with you, it was all a sick fantasy in reality.

and tonight he had enough of holding back, he was gonna fuck a baby into you.

his cock slams into you from behind, his red tip bruising your cervix as he pulls his hips back and thrusts them forward against your ass. propping a leg up onto the bed, toji pushed your face into the pillow with his right hand on your belly so he could feel his dick bulging through you. "feel that, princess? daddy's gonna breed you until you give him another baby."

the girth of his fat cock stretching your wet, gummy walls apart was the thing that made your brain turn into mush.

the only thing you could do was lay there and take it, tears burning in your eyes with your ass in the air like an animal in heat. it felt like toji wanted to fuck you through the mattress, you could smell his musky scent on the pillow made the walls of your cunt clench around him, forcing a low and guttural groan out of him.

"that's it, taking that dick like the good slut i trained you to be". toji hissed into your ear, soft moans muffling through the fabric of the pillow as you screamed his name. he cuffed your hair into a ponytail, pulling your head back to stare down you.

you stared back at him through a teary gaze, curling your bottom lip into your mouth as you furrowed your brows. "i-i haven't taken... fuck... the pill." you tried to speak through moans, every thrust of toji's hips never failed to make you whimper, and those soft, sweet noises were music to his ears.

"i know baby, we've got to give megumi a little brother or sister." the tip of toji's dick kissed your cervix with each roll of his hips, his hand moved from your lower belly down to your clit to rub circles around it with your hair still held tightly in his grip. toji loved you as his wife, but he made sure to fuck you like a cheap whore in the bedroom.

"s...sisterrr?" your words were slurring by this point, you were tapped out but toji kept fucking you as he moved his hands to the sides of your hips, squeezing the thick flesh and pressed you down into the bed so he could fuck you even deeper.

"yes, babydoll." toji groaned, "i'm gonna fuck a little girl or boy into your pretty little womb, is that okay with you?" drool coated one side of your face as you were laying there, getting absolutely wrecked by your husband and he and the audacity to ask you rhetorical questions.

he kept pushing his pulsing cock into you inch by inch, deliciously stretching you out further and beyond your limits. for a split second, toji backed out of you, only to flip you over onto your back and pressed your knees up to your chest where he could enter your wet slit with ease again.

the walls of your cunt clenched around him again, welcoming him back inside of you as they molded to his shape. the angle toji held you at made it all the more difficult to keep yourself together as his red tip bruised your cervix with the perfect amount of pressure.

toji's thrust started to get slower as he held the back of your legs together with one hand, pressing his dick as far as it would go inside of you as he released a load of his cum inside of your slit.

you could feel your cervix opening a little as toji's cum filled your pussy, he pulled out to watch his white cum spilling out of your pretty little slit. he was proud of his work, he leaned towards your pussy and started to suck a little on your clit.

gasping and tensing up a little, you ran your fingers through toji's black hair gently as he cleaned up his mess. "how does it feel knowing you're gonna be a mommy?" toji asked you as he ate you out, his deep voice vibrating on your pussy.

"it feels good, i'm happy we're gonna start our own family."

[tonycries]

Girl, You Earned It!

Synopsis. Just the típ? Don’t make him laugh.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, “just the típ” trope, REALLY pússydrunk boys, marathon séx, cúmplay, semi-exhíbitionism (Nanami’s), bréeding, Geto’s rings omg, Geto’s a bit mean, creampíe, spítting, FÉRAL Gojo, best friend! Choso, fírst times (Choso’s), chokíng, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.4k

A/N. Smooches to that one anon for inspiring this. Hope y’all have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Handle it.

It was a familiar little song and dance - Toji’s favorite one at that. 

It’s around his fourth orgasm that night, head thrown back against the pillows to watch with a lewd little leer at the way you’re stuttering your limp hips down, down, down his long, swollen cock. Those glossy lips of yours sagging open to whine, “Too full, Toji! C-can’t ngh- handle it-”

Ah, it never gets old. 

Toji finds his brows knitting together in mock concern, cooing in a baritone voice, “Awww, my girl’s poor pussy can’t handle it?” 

At your bleary nod, he snakes a hand down as if to confirm, thumbing apart your puffy folds. All quivering and glistening with his seed in the dim lighting, “She’s too full? Too stuffed to take  hah- even my tip?”

Without any warning, you feel long, thick fingers splay out across your lower stomach. Pushing down - hard to make your poor cunt gush all around him. Coating his aching cock with a sheen of the cum he’d stuffed inside not so long ago. “There we go.” he breathes, sounding so utterly smug, ‘We have space now, right?“

“Oh, fuck yes- Toji– fuck fuck fuck-”

“Shhh shhh, s’alright. And since m’feeling so nice, I promise s’gonna be jus- hah- jus’ the tip.” he grins, eyes so greedy and crazed when he looks down at the way you’re sucking him up so greedily. Your pussy lips bulging around the top of his thick head. “M’kay?”

And Toji’s cock was already so big - so rock-hard - that no matter how much he’d split you apart on his cock before, just his fat head squeezing past your sloppy entrance feels like he’s pushing all the way into your lungs. Your hazy brain. 

Fucking out every coherent thought out of you with each shallow grind up into your gummy walls just to fit inside. Slow, languid - just teasing you. 

“Hah- couldn’t ‘handle me’ my ass.” he’s spitting out from underneath you, mean fingers holding your precarious body still for him to pummel into. “The fuck are you hngh- doing now then, huh? Taking me so well.” 

An embarrassed mewl is being ripped from your throat when that little divot on the end of Toji’s cock is brushing against your sweet spots. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you realize that he’s just barely managed to squeeze his tip into your tight pussy, “I-I ngh-”

To which his palm comes down with a sharp smack! on the fat of your ass. 

“Jus’ the tip n’ you already can’t hah- speak?” he grins up at you, painful cock twitching with delight when you clench around him at the sting. Loving this slow, agonizing torture for the both of you. “Use your words properly, doll.”

You huff, nails digging into Toji’s plush pecs to stabilize yourself on top of him. “Thought I was too- hah- full. Thought I couldn’t handle havin’ you inside me again.”

“Heh- well what did I t-tell, ya?” he grunts, hips still thrusting - still pushing in mindless, semi-thrusts up. Wondering if you could feel his cum sloshing around inside you like he could. “As if I don’t know my girl’s pussy- As if I can’t handle this p-pussy. As if this pussy can’t handle me-” 

One hand dances back down to push further against your front. Dredging up every last glob of his seed down your sloppy cunt, forming a creamy ring at his base that he groans at. “Y’can handle it now, right?” The other glides the pads of his fingers across your needy clit, making you arch your body down in surprise. His cock slipping deeper down your pussy, “Fuuuuck yeah, you can definitely handle it now.”

“Toji.” you let out a warning. Your already-ravaged cunt so sensitive. Fingers tightening to leave neat little marks of red down his sculpted skin, “Thought you p-promised it was jus’ gonna be the ah- tip.”

Because his movements were getting deeper. Dangerous. 

Still shallow - but purposeful enough that you were sliding way past “just his tip”. And you could feel that sinfully prominent vein from about halfway down his shaft massaging against your sweet spots. 

Yet Toji only flashes you a devilish grin, no trace of guilt anywhere. Eyes half-lidded and devouring your adorable pout. “I did.” Giving you just barely enough time to relax before the hand firm on your stomach rests at your waist. Pulling - dragging you all the way down his massive cock. Tugged down like such a slut until he was buried balls-deep, your puffy folds kissing his hilt, your pelvis grinding against those tufts of black at his. “For now, that is.”

Ah, this is his favorite part.

He doesn’t waste even a second before making use of those muscled hips, giving you one, long thrust to haul your slobbering cunt all the way from the very end of his fat head down until he physically couldn’t anymore. 

Bruising. Fully. Fucking every false complaint out of you when his cock is finally hitting the back of your needy pussy. 

“Think s’time for you to handle all of me now, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Are you muted?”

Nanami Kento hated working overtime. And he especially hated having to sit at home on his desk, sighing during those droning online meetings which really could’ve been a five-minute conversation at work on Monday.

Which is where you came in.

“Mhm, of course m’muted, my love. Camera’s also off.” he answers your previous question with a slow, sensual drawl into your ear. Thumb gliding across your puffy cunt as he echoes patiently for the first time that hour, “But if you’re gonna be here then you better behave, my love.” Bouncing his knee to shuffle your quivering body where it was perched so prettily on his lap - and his aching, rock-hard cock. “Any deeper than the tip and you hngh- know how s’gonna end.”

A promise. 

But it’s been like this for so long now - too long, you think.

Your gummy walls squeeze desperately at that sensitive slit on Nanami’s length, lapping at his weeping precum. Wrists tugging uselessly where he’d tied them together behind your back with his familiar yellow tie. “But Ken, I really want-”

“I know I know, darling.” he presses a gentle kiss to the side of your pouty lips. Hushing those cute, whiny cries of yours that make his swollen cock twitch wildly, balls squeezing so painfully with the sweet sweet temptation to just stuff your tight pussy full. “But if I-”

“Nanami, have you completed the progress report for the client tomorrow?”

Instantly, your husband is in work mode, clearly his ragged voice lightly before hitting the Unmute button. “Yes, Higuruma I’ve…”

But oh his actions were anything but. 

Free hand still drawing quick, methodical circles on your clit - just daring you to make a noise while he continues so unfairly with the meeting as if nothing is happening. His deep voice rumbling in his chest with satisfaction, and yet you’re left helpless and aching for more.

“But Ken.” you breathe into his ear, just low enough that the microphone couldn’t pick up. Pushing past the vice-like hold that he had on your hips to seat his delicious cock further and further inside your gummy walls. “Wan’ more. Please, I’ve been patient for so long.”

“-and the charts from last week I’ll have to email.” Nanami rattles off, all business-like, the authoritative tone sending your cunt beading your juices all down his already-soaked cock. Hardened eyes brushing briefly against yours, though he still addresses his business partner, “I’ll make sure to take care of that later.”

And fuck the shivers this sends down your spine have you trembling in Nanami’s practised touch. 

Bucking your hips needily into his hand, your slick leaves a lewd little sheen all over his palm, his wrist, all the way down to that metal wrist watch digging into your skin.

“T-take care of it now, Ken.” you’re mewling stubbornly, fighting against those restraints. 

Letting your pussy lips fuck back into his thick cock. Deeper. Needier. Sucking him up so good that he’s letting go of your hips to mute himself again.

And fuck if you weren’t going to take the opportunity to just slam yourself down Nanami’s massive length, all the way until you could feel his abs against your ass. That little divot on his thick head smashing against your sweet spots, molding your plushy walls to the shape of his entire cock. 

“O-oh fuck.” he breathes, words cracking ever-so-slightly at the end. “The meeting- thought I said just the- hah you’re gonna be the death of me, my love.”

Before you can respond, Higuruma’s chuckling from behind the screen, cutting through the heady air in the room. “Heh, guess you’ve had enough of this since you’re already muted Nanami. Fair enough, I’ve kept you long enough.” 

And the words ring in the air, Nanami’s eyes unwavering from his laptop. Turned crazed as he looks to you, a hand already beginning to shut the screen.

“You’re free to go, make up your time with the wife or somethi-”

Slamming it closed. 

Followed shortly by you - being slammed onto the ground. Nanami’s hand underneath your face, cushioning the impact when you’re shoved face-first. Him mounting on you in a split second, strong thighs flexing with the effort to fuck you right there right then into the hardwood floor. Depraved. Animalistic. 

Not faltering for even a moment when he’s pulling you back by the tie digging into your wrists, sure to leave marks. Using the moment to watch the way your ass ripples every time he’s ramming into you. 

“Ken- fuck! Kento-” you sob like a mantra when he hikes up a leg of his to hit all those angles that have him bruising your sweet spots. Thrusts long, hard. Not leaving a single spot inside your gummy cunt untouched. “S’too good too good too good- hah- wan’ed this for so long since you were on that meeting. So hngh- close.”

“M-me too.” Nanami responds, sounding nothing like the put-together business man he was a few moments ago. Almost crazed now. Unpredictable. 

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. 

All it takes are a few filthy, nasty strokes of his sensitive cock into your snug pussy, of his fingers toying and teasing your clit - and then you’re cumming so fucking hard around him. 

Your walls sucking him in a smooth staccato like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of Nanami while he drills into you through the pleasure. Not even thinking twice before spilling into your greedy pussy himself. 

Thick, creamy spurts of cum that warm you from the inside out. Reaching all those hidden spots inside while he pumps it deeper and deeper.

“Oh, my love.” Nanami groans when he pools the seed dribbling out of your cunt with ease. Making a mess of your pussy down below, of that creamy ring at his hilt. “Don’t think m’done making up for my overtime yet.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Battle of wills

“Awww.” you hear Geto’s deep voice cooing softly in your ear. Running his mouth smugly - as if he wasn’t just smashing the angry, soaked tip of his cock into you right now. “You can’t even talk right now. You can’t even breathe.”

Fuck, if it was any less true then you might’ve argued - maybe spat out a hissy little comment. 

But, instead, you’re managing out a wet gurgle, Geto’s thick, ringed fingers tightening where they were wrapped prettily around your neck. “I-I-”

The other draws languid, torturous circles on your sensitive clit, just as teasing as the way his hips were just barely pushing past your sopping wet slit. Nudging your honeyed walls with only his fat head. “What was that, gorgeous?”

“I said.” you gasp, when your beloved boyfriend mercifully lets his grip loosen ever-so-slightly to let you answer. “I- I’m going to win the bet, Sugu.”

Ah, the bet. That stupid, thoughtless little challenge you’d posed just a few hours ago about who’d break first if Geto was to fuck your tight pussy with just his tip. 

Who knew it would end up with your face pushed into the silky covers of your pillow, both of you barely-lucid and losing your minds as Geto pounded into you as much as he allowed himself to? Both your pathetic prides holding back, just waiting for the other to break first.

Geto’s voice was tinged with amusement, something so dark and mellow as he purrs against the shell of your ear. Cold metal rings digging into your flesh, you choke. “Well then…” His sinful abs flex ominously against your back, “-we’ll just have to see, right?”

“H-hey!” you gasp for air when he slams his hips forwards, letting your dripping cunt envelope him all the way down to that wide rim of his slit. 

“What?” he muses in response, circles speeding up and so so messy on your sensitive nub now. “S’jus’ the tip right? Exactly what I did. I’m-” Before moving again, in sultry, purposeful rolls of his slutty hips back and forth. “-not gonna be the hah- one losing this bet.”

Fuck, you’d forgotten how competitive your boyfriend was - always going easy, until he decided he wanted to win.

Geto’s eyes flit between his fingers, blocking your airway, and the wide wide rim of your sloppy entrance being stretched upon his thick head. 

Shit, the sight itself was heavenly enough that it had him almost second-guessing his resolve and stuffing you full like he wanted to. Almost. 

“Close to surrender?” he’s panting out when a few more shallow, teasing half-strokes has your gummy walls clenching around him like you’re trying to drag out something delicious. Exactly the way he loves - exactly the way he’s addicted to. And, usually, Geto would tell you over and over how much he loves it - but, this time, his ego makes him simply leave a wet trail of kisses down your arched spine. Murmuring heatedly into your ear, “No shame in ngh- giving up, y’know.”

Harder. Deeper - almost. 

Squealing airily, “M’not- m’not giving up.”

Immediately, Geto’s chuckling when he squeezes your pretty neck tighter, “M’gonna choke you harder when you lie, gorgeous. Now tell me-” Just wringing out syrupy moans of his name with each push. Each urgent flick of his fingers on your clit - not even circles anymore, fuck no he was too far gone for that now. Just messy, senseless patterns. “Y’gonna lose like my ah- p-pretty girl or am I gonna hafta keep treating you like my bitch?”

“But-” you wheeze. 

“I hngh- also really wanna fuck this cute cunt properly, y’know/”

Your vision’s blurring now, lungs straining for air. Yet you’re so cockdrunk that all you can focus on is the lewd curve of Geto’s dick, barely even realizing when your hips are trying to inch down for more. Jolting with each rub of his thumb against your clit. 

Harder. Deeper. 

“Sugu!” you’re screaming when you recklessly slam yourself back to meet his ruthless cadence. All the way back until your ass was pressing flush against the v-line jutting out from Geto’s toned pelvis. Shoving his cock so deep inside your plushy cunt it felt like his fat tip was making its mark against your lungs.

You lost - gladly. 

And for all his confidence, Geto Suguru is shocked. Half-lidded eyes flying open, teeth biting down on his lower lip so hard with the effort to hold back his disbelieving moans it was like he was trying to draw blood. 

“O-oh oh my god. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-” he shudders, jaw falling slack, swollen cock colliding in and out with your needy cunt. 

You send him a delirious half-glance, “Are you ok-”

The hand rested around your throat immediately comes down - finally letting you breathe. Only to just slam your head back down onto the pillow so you can’t see how utterly fucked he was. Keeping you still, “Just shut up and cum f’me, gorgeous.”

And oh you do - all over Geto’s pretty cock, your elastic walls molding around him to feel every ridge and bump as he fucks you through your wave of high. Hard. Fast. Sending electricity down your veins every time he hits the bullseye of your g-spot. Over and over and-

“H-hey, Sugu-” your teary face manages to look up from the pillow. Gummy walls still spasming around him, “Best out of three?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - FIRST?!

It was a simple favor, really - just a way to help your dear best friend lose his virginity.

To shut up those adorable whines about how much he dreams of feeling your- a pussy wrapped around his cock. And when he looked to you for help with those dark, puppy-dog eyes? Well, how could you ever say no?

Which is why you have Choso splayed out on your mattress, hazy gaze bulging when you straddle his toned hips. Sliding his tight boxers down his thighs - fuck, he was massive. A delicate, innocent pink at his angry head, leaking endless precum all the way down, down, down his creamy length. 

“Jus’ the tip, right?” you hum. Cunt throbbing at the sight of his swollen cock twitching up in interest at the mere sound of your sultry tone. “Jus’ to have you feel me?”

“God, yes.” he whispers - barely even audible, when you slot his leaky tip between your puffy folds. Letting your pussy drool your sweet sweet juices all over him. “Yes yes yes hurry please need to feel you- just the tip just the-” Choso’s voice breaks when you just barely press him past that first ring of resistance. “Oh- oh fuuuuck this is what it feels like? Hngh-”

The stretch of his fat head inside was so sinful. So maddening and shit- if this was what it was like with barely half of his tip in, then it drove you insane to wonder what it’d be like if you took in all of him. Smirking, “Mhm? You hah- like this, Cho?”

Fuck, hearing that little nickname right now makes Choso get even girthier, cock swelling painfully to stretch your sloppy hole.

“L-like this?” he asks, voice ragged with genuine disbelief. Barely-lucidly bringing one of your hands up to his face to press a soft, lingering kiss. “Oh, baby, I l-love this.”

He’s inching his thick head in further and further, kissing down your neck wetly. 

You’re choking when he starts up a messy, urgent rut of his hips upwards - untimed and sloppy like he didn’t know how to use his unforgiving cock yet, like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. Just bare, shallow little thrusts that have your hole stretching out and molding to the shape of his needy tip. 

Babbling, “Fuck, what’ve you done to me? How can you f-feel so good- how can you-”

Over and over and-

“O-oh, Cho!” you gasp when he accidently brushes up against one of your hidden sweet spots. Eyes going wide, jaw falling into an awestruck “oh” at as you buck and clamp down so fucking tight around him. Begging, “There- fuck fuck there wan’ more- hngh wan’ more of you, please.” 

The only response you’re getting is a string of incoherent profanity. Shit, Choso thinks he’s gonna pass out - that he might just paint your pretty pussy white already. 

But because he couldn’t stand the embarrassment of that, he wraps his big arms so tight around your waist. Running a palm to cradle your scalp, he hisses when he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Can’t.” And the word has barely left his sagging lips before Choso gives an unplanned, jagged thrust up into your cunt. Body moving before his mind to bully his swollen cock inside, spreading your puffy folds along the veins down his length. “Can’t- just the tip- shouldn’t.” 

“S’okay, Cho–”

“But-”

You were his best friend. His favorite person - and he always did feel guilty for thinking of you, cock in hand, on those long lonely nights. So this is the last thing he should be doing. 

But, oh it was like a dam had been broken open, and despite his words, Choso’s mouth is salivating at the thought. 

Pushing in sweet, desperate bucks of his hips to just drag your sloppy pussy down deeper and deeper - unknowingly, all the way down to his soaked base. Yet Choso was still pushing and pushing deliriously. 

“Just the tip just the- shouldn’t do this-” he pants against your open mouth, nipping and sucking on your bottom lips. “Only ever ngh- dreamed of this.” Each word is punctured by a rough ram into your dripping cunt, molding your gummy walls to that upwards curve of his dick. Reeling out a honeyed ah! ah! ah! from you every time his pretty veins were pulsing against your sensitive spots. “Shouldn’t ohhh I shouldn’t- fuck!”

Choso loses the end of his sentence - and his sanity - when he dares take a greedy look downwards. 

Being met with the absolutely obscene sight of your poor cunt being split apart on him. Realizing he was now very much past his tip, veering into the dangerous territory of your pussy lips kissing his toned pelvis, milking him until there was nothing more. 

“Heh.” His glassy eyes look up when you giggle, “So much for hah- ‘jus’ the tip’, huh?”

Choso grins - a languid, pussydrunk grin you never thought you could even imagine on your sweet best friend. Purring lowly, “Oh, my girl.Because of you m’never gonna be satisfied with just the tip ever again.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Please, please, please

“Apology not accepted, brat.” Sukuna spits out over your blubbering cries, still holding your squirming hips so stupidly still around his fat tip. Nothing more, nothing less. “Nuh uh, this is all yer gonna get if you wanna hah- complain so much.”

Now, Ryomen Sukuna is a strong man, always has been. He hasn’t missed those concerned looks strangers give you when he’s out in public with you, or the way your coworkers’ eyes widened in shock when they first saw him. 

The strongest - for everything except you. 

So, when he overhears you gossiping with your little friends about how maybe he’s too big - how it’s a bit of a hassle to lose your ability to walk every night - then, well, that spiteful little part of himself decides it’s time to give you exactly what you want. 

You’re wriggling your ass downwards, gummy walls sucking him up trying to sink further and further down Sukuna’s dizzying cock, “B-but Kuna-” 

“B-b-but Kuna.” He mocks in a pitch higher than normal, two thick fingers coming up to squish your tear-stained cheeks together into an embarrassing pout. Smirking down greedily, “But what? You were runnin’ this pretty mouth earlier, what happened now, hm? Too cockdrunk?”

And fuck, he didn’t expect you to be in the state to think up an answer to that question - he didn’t think you even heard it at first, too busy trying to milk his cock for all he was worth. 

But oh you always did surprise him. 

Teary, overstimulated gaze locking with his dark one when you give an unsteady, determined nod. Whimpering, “F-fuck yes.” 

Unbeknownst to himself - and his little scheme to punish you - your lewd little answer has Sukuna’s hips jutting forwards. Bullying past your gummy resistance to spearhead just a tinge more than his fat head into your sloppy entrance. 

“O-oh.” he groans, dropping his head feverishly into the crook of your neck. Trying to get back some control over his own body, but shit just an ounce of the way your slutty cunt was massaging every ridge and curve of his swollen cock and the king of curses just breaks. He’s biting his sharp canines down on your lower lip in what can barely be called a kiss. Messy. “Oh you little minx. You evil, evil-” He gives a punctuated half-thrust. “-brat.”

And that’s all it takes for Sukuna to be drunk on your cunt. To sink his achingly hard cock in so deep that it has his heavy balls smacking your ass, his leaky tip pressing a harsh peck to your poor cervix. 

Deeper. 

Hips immediately snapping forwards to replicate those purposeful, long slams you were tittering about just earlier today. 

“You’re so fuckin- hah-” he sucks in a shaky breath when you clench down on him hard. Absent-mindedly, Sukuna toys his free thumb down to roll against your neglected clit, wondering if this was part of your evil plan. Spitting against your kiss-bitten lips, “-unfair. Riling me up, complaining about it being ‘too much’ n’ then taking it like such a slut.”

It’s all you can do to moan brokenly, “Wasn’t- wasn’t complaining.”

For this, you’re getting a punishing smack! to your ravaged clit, immediately followed by an apologetic circle of Sukuna’s fingers. Harder. “So now you’re gonna ngh- lie while m’fucking you like this?”

As if to prove his point - and maybe drag out a few more of your honeyed cries on his cock - he’s reeling his hips back. Letting his throbbing veins massage against every inch of your elastic walls until it was just the ends of his thick head left inside you now. “Really? Real confident for someone that was just begging for my cock, y’know.”

“N-no!” you gasp, panicked. Your ankles manage to lock around Sukuna’s sculpted waist, digging into those sinful dimples at the end of his spine to push his length in deeper - just the way you liked it. “No no no- ngh was a compliment. A compliment I swear! Was bragging ah-”

He leers oh so cockily, “Oh really?”

Only growing at your urgent nod, your glossy lips falling into such a pretty pout, “Promise. Would n-never hah- complain about your cock, Kuna.”

Fuck, did you know how to drive him insane. 

To have him playing right into your pretty lil’ hands. 

Because each and every word spilling out of your delirious mouth has Sukuna fucking you deeper and deeper into the mattress. So animalistic with the way he was plunging into you like some glorified sextoy, the curve of his dick rubbing spots inside your gummy walls that you didn’t even know existed. That have you seeing stars. That have him forgetting that stupid promise of “just the tip”.

Too big? Fucking hilarious, you were lucky if you could make it out alive tonight with the way all the blood in his massive body was rushing to Sukuna’s dick, stretching him to an obscene girth. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” he’s grunting with each nudge against your cervix, your g-spot. Bruising you from the inside out. “Well then…” He’s wrestling your nodding face towards him, thrusts growing more and more erratic with each moan. “-let’s give you some more to brag about, hm?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - (Mind)break!

No one would believe their ears if they could see the great Gojo Satoru right about now. That Gojo Satoru? The strongest? The cocky lil’ shit that upturned desks and skipped out on every single jujutsu meeting?

Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that came straight to you after a particularly taxing jujutsu mission, eyes wide - crazed, a feral grin on him that’d never left. Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that had to take only one look at you before ripping your poor clothes off, pent-up jujutsu still thrumming behind his fingers where he folded you into such a mean mating press. Making you cum over and over selfishly while he hasn’t even once. 

Of course. 

But here he was - around your third orgasm, his face buried nose-deep at your erratic pulse, powerful hips jerky and stuttering while he tried to keep his swollen cock controlled, buried inside your heavenly cunt still only till that pretty pink slit at his head. 

Because this was Gojo Satoru, and he didn’t want to break you just yet. 

“Aww, look at you- fuck!” Gojo whines when the tip of his sensitive cock brushes up against another one of your sweet spots. Reeling back ever-so-slightly to spit right onto your bulging cunt once. Twice. “Fuck just look at you, sweetheart.”

And before you can react, a large hand is enveloping your cheeks. Sending a buzz of electricity from his touch to where he was tilting your head down, forcing you to look at the obscene sight below you. 

Your ravaged cunt all messy and glistening with the excess of Gojo’s saliva, slobbering even filthier down the head of his unforgiving cock. Red and angry, each slow, controlled grind just begging for you to take him whole. 

The little gasp that leaves your candied lips is enough for Gojo to moan gutturally, “Ohhh look at that- look at that. Makes me wanna hah-” His ragged words trail off, thighs flexing like they were about to shove himself up, up, up and- only for your boyfriend to gather whatever’s left of his sanity with a sharp intake of breath. “-wanna break you.”

Stubbornly, you jut out your kiss-bitten lower lip, grinding your hips up pathetically to try and take some more greedy inches for yourself. “Why not? Wan’ more than jus’ the tip, gimme ngh all of it.”

“Heh, my needy girl. So- so cock-hungry, huh?” Gojo spits, another steady stream of saliva hitting your waiting tongue- wait, when did you even let it loll out like that? He plows on, thumb gliding over to gloss it over your lips. “Wish I could- ohhh I wish so bad. But m’too fuckin’ hah- worked up after that mission. Can’t handle- can’t control hngh-”

Each word sounds stilted - pained. And Gojo’s giving minute, almost-unidentifiable thrusts puncturing each one. Slowly but surely losing his sanity as well as his restraint. 

If either of you were in any better state of mind, maybe you’d have noticed that glowing tinge in his hazy eyes, the little crackles of purple lighting dancing down his milky skin. 

But, no, instead you’re whining, “I don’t care, Toru–”

“No you d-don’t get to do that.” he gasps, eyes going wide at that unfair nickname. Giving a dangerous half-thrust into your gummy walls. “No no no no you don’t get to do that. M’only giving you the tip right now.” And you’re being gifted a messy little graze of Gojo’s plump lips against your own, hissing when you bite down. “Don’t know the ngh- extent of my power. S’unstable- could kill- hah destroy-”

“You talk too much.” 

Gojo can sense it before it happens - of course he can. And he knows he should stop it, for the safety of you and less importantly, the entirety of Japan. He knows he should keep fucking you with just his fat head, keeping as much composure as possible. 

But Gojo lets it happen anyway.

Letting those wobbly legs of yours dangling around his broad shoulders lock in an instant to just nudge his body forwards. Sighing when you feel the stretch of his rock-hard cock making their mark past his thick head. 

The lights go out. All of them - all across Tokyo, in fact. Shining too bright that they burst into little shards of energy.

Yet it doesn’t matter to you or Gojo, his electric-blue eyes burning bright into the darkness. Tiny flicks of lightning illuminating your ruined bedroom as his entire body stiffens for a split-second. Jolting like he’d come to life - and in one, fluid movement, he was buried inside your tight pussy. Fully. 

Fuck, Gojo’s stretched so taut. Something ugly, dangerous snapping in him when that’s all it takes for him to be releasing thick rope after rope of his seed. Cumming and cumming so hard it’s like he can’t stop. Won’t stop. 

Knows he won’t for a very, very long time even when you reach your high for the fourth time that night. Milking him for every single drop. 

Even when his cum paints your gummy walls a white to match his hair, filling you up so much that it overspills. Forming a lewd little pool below that makes you tremble impossibly deeper down Gojo’s still hard cock. 

And the only thing you can hear in the moment the low crackle of jujutsu in the suddenly pressurized air, and the sinful squelches as Gojo steadies his hips back dangerously. Readying. Letting out a raspy, barely-audible whisper, “If we make it out of this alive, remind me to buy you plan B, sweetheart.”

A/N. Tony stop writing Higuruma cameos challenge GO! (Failed)

Plagiarism not authorized.

[kaitoru]

୨୧ satoru gojo is the type to bite during sex to coax extra noise out of you.

rough. auralism. power play. dirty talk. biting / marking.

“satoru—ngh—why’re you biting me so much?” you gasp voice half-moan, as his teeth sink into the soft spot under your jaw, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make you squirm.

your pussy clenches around his cock slick and hot, and you feel him grin against your skin, his thrusts slowing for a second like he’s savoring your reaction.

your hands are in his hair, tugging, trying to pull him off, but its no use he’s already moving to your shoulder, nipping again, the sting sending a shiver through you.

“cause you sound so damn good when i do,” he murmurs, voice low, a little breathless, his lips brushing the fresh mark he’s left.

he thrusts deeper the wet slap of his hips against yours filling the room, and you moan, loud and unfiltered, exactly what he wants.

“see? that noise—fuck, i could listen to that all day.” he’s teasing, but its real, his eyes locked on yours, like he’s memorizing every sound you make.

you roll your eyes trying to keep up the fight even as your body’s betraying you, hips rocking to meet his thrusts.

his teeth graze your collarbone now, a quick nip that makes you gasp, your nails digging into his back. “can’t you just—kiss me like a normal person?”

“normal?” he pulls back, smirking his cock still moving inside you, slow and deliberate now, like he’s dragging it out to torture you.

“babe, you’d get bored if i was normal.” he leans down, biting the curve of your neck, harder, and you yelp, the sound morphing into a moan as he thrusts hard, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl.

“admit it—you love this,” he says voice all smug but soft, like he’s daring you to deny it. “love it? ngh—im gonna—fuck—have marks for days,” you shoot back voice wobbly, trying to sound mad, but its hard when your pussy’s fluttering around him, so close to the edge.

you tug his hair, pulling his face closer, and he groans, low and rough, clearly into it. “you’re gonna owe me concealer, satoru,” you add, and he chuckles, his breath hot against your skin as he moves to bite the inside of your thigh, his hands spreading your legs wider.

“concealer? nah, you wear my marks like a badge,” he says, voice muffled against your skin, his teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm, your moan louder now, exactly what he’s chasing.

he starts to thrusts faster, his cock stretching you, the rhythm picking up as he gets needier, his words coming between breaths.

“fuck, you’re so loud—ngh—keep making those noises, yeah?”

“you’re—fuck—gonna get us a noise complaint,” you tease breathless, and he laughs again, his thrusts stuttering like your words hit him.

“good. let ‘em hear how good im doing you,” he says, serious, and he leans up, kissing the bite mark on your neck like an apology, his cock still moving, pushing you both closer.

“you close? c'mon, babe, i wanna hear you.” he murmurs, his tone all coaxing, and you nod, too gone to talk, your moans spilling out as he bites your earlobe, the final push that sends you over.

“fuck—satoru!” you cry, your orgasm hitting hard, a shuddering wave that has your pussy clamping around his cock, thighs shaking, nails scratching down his back.

he groans, loud and raw, following you, spilling deep inside with a broken, “shit—babe—” his thrusts slowing as he rides it out, his lips still grazing your skin.

© 𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐪𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟 | do not copy, plagiarize or translate any of my works.

[tamaharu]

kdj -> sys: this kid reminds me too much of myself in bad ways but the ways in which shes similar either come up when im going as hard as i can in my denial phase or dont get spelled out to me in exact detail until im already too invested in her to get rid of her but in the meantime i can ignore her without having to think too deeply about it

^ reductive bc i still have to roll her around in my head especially in relation to late game stuff but corey (one of my friends reading orv) brought up the fact that "kdj's literal Incarnation On Earth, Embodiment Of Self [is] a scared little girl who had to kill somebody and is terrified she's gonna turn into a monster". which. oh my goddd of course. of course. like this is so obvious that i wouldnt be surprised if everyone else has already noticed this/pointed this out and i just missed it but like yeah of fucking course she is!

of course kdjs incarnation, his daughter, one of the few characters that can see beyond the veil he puts up from very early on, is shin yoosung: a child. a child who had to kill to survive, to steal resources from others to survive, to isolate herself from other people to survive, and thinks of herself as evil for it, and thus undeserving of of sympathy and very deserving of death. a child who grows up to be a monster, a literal vehicle of the story through the disaster of floods/biyoo. a child who, if killed via disconnected film theory, will in turn prevent all the suffering her adult self would cause, who would, after surviving, drive everyone she loved to utter misery.

i wonder where we've heard this story before. should we read it again? :)

kdj -> knw: this kid reminds me too much of myself in bad ways but hes doing something clearly morally wrong so i can ignore/kill him without having to think too deeply about it

kdj -> lgy: this kid reminds me too much of myself in bad ways but the way in which hes similar isnt relevant to the scenario at hand so i can ignore him without having to think too deeply about it

kdj -> ljh: this kid reminds me too much of myself in bad ways but shes yjhs problem so i can ignore her without having to think too deeply about it

[holeforzenin]

Tw - Boss!nanami, sir kink, reverse cowgirl, buttplug usage. Grammar errors.

Your thighs burned from how long you’d been riding him, the wet slap of your hips crashing down on his thick thighs echoing through the room in an inconsistent rhythm. Kento is lying beneath you, thick golden hair ruffled and mussed against the silky pillows, shirt still on but lazily unbuttoned like he’s been in a fight, sleeves rolled to the elbows like he didn’t even intend to fuck you this hard. Like he thought he could keep it neat.

But oh there’s nothing neat about the way your creamy pussy leaks down the length of his cock, nothing tidy about the way your eyes roll back as your ass bounces on him and your cute little plug nearly slips out—again. The pressure of his girth almost fucking the plug out every time it slides into your hole.

His hand darts up with that same practiced precision he uses in a fight, thumb pressing flush against the jewel at the heart base of it.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, voice deep and commanding as he pushes it back inside, and watching you squirm once it’s back in. “You keep it in like a good girl, understood?”

You nod obedienly, mouth hanging open, barely able to keep your balance as your thighs tremble around his waist. “Y-Yeah—yes, Kento—!”

“That’s sir to you,” he corrects.

That thumb stays in place, pressing into the base of the plug each time your movement threatens to dislodge it. It’s actually so mean—the way he insistently keeps it in, making you feel every bit of stretch and fullness, making it impossible to ignore how stuffed you are in both holes before he even starts thrusting up into you.

“Look at this,” he murmurs darkly, slightly shifting under you and spreading his legs more so his cock drives deeper with each roll of your hips. “Stuffed so full, and you’re still desperate for more. Fucking greedy. You like feeling this helpless, don’t you?”

Your moan answers for you, messy and loud, warm tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Kento’s cock is veiny and thick—he always stretches you up but the added plug makes it even more unbearable in the best way possible like your body can’t decide if it’s overwhelmed or starving for more.

“Please, please, sir—feels so good, I-I can’t—”

“You can.” That thumb pushes harder, pinning the plug in like a fucking button he’s got full control over. “You’ve taken everything I’ve given you tonight. You’re going to take this, too”.

Your nails dig into his sweaty chest for balance as he starts fucking up into you, ruining the pace you were trying to keep. Kento is usually a patient man but your lazy, fucked-out rhythm was getting on his nerves.

Now he’s in charge again—hips ramming up into you from below in a brutal pace while his hand stays glued to your ass, his thumb making sure that plug stays nestled tight like it’s a part of you. You continue bouncing helplessly, letting him use your body like a toy, stuffed full and shaking and fucked raw by your boss.

“I can feel it,” he growls, hand moving from your ass to grab your jaw, forcing your fluttering eyes open to look back at him. “The way your little hole clenches around it every time I hit that spot. So nasty, bet you’re gonna cum just from this, aren’t you?”

You nod frantically, fingers slipping against his sweat-slick chest as your thighs quiver.

“Tell me,” he says, almost sweet now, almost gentle as he stares up at your flushed face. “Tell me how it feels to ride your boss’s cock with your ass plugged up like a dirty slut, so shameless—all this just for a little bonus huh?”.

“S-So full—Nanamin, it’s too much, I c-can’t hold it, I—fuck!”

“You can”. His grip on your jaw tightens just slightly. “You’re going to. I’ll hold it in for you if I have to”.

And he does. Every time it threatens to slip from how wildly you’re grinding against him, how soaked you are, how greedy your body’s gotten—he’s there, thumb pressing and pushing, guiding it right back in like he owns every part of your body now.

Your orgasm hits quick and sloppy, back arching and your plushy ass grinding on his pelvis, tight cunt spasming around him like you’re trying to take all his babies from him, your asshole clenching around the plug tighter than ever.

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” he groans, barely holding back from how sexy and filthy you look cumming on top of him. “So fucking tight—so full, shit!”

He spills inside you with a broken grunt, hips slamming up one last time and holding you there with a big hand clasping your hips and keeping you impaled on his cock, stuffed full of him and the plug both.

You feel every pulse of him emptying into you, the warmth leaking out only to be caught and squished deeper by his still throbbing shaft.

When you start to lift off him, the plug nearly slipping again, his hand flies back to your ass.

“Ah, ah,” he warns, pushing it back in firmly. “Did I say you could take it out?”

You whimper, obediently sinking back down with your brain fogged and mouth slack. You’ll stay like that as long as he wants. “You look perfect like this,” he murmurs, voice tired but still husky as always as he strokes your back. “Plug in. Pussy leaking with my children. All mine”.

[tobeholyistobeempty]

hey so since i’m in the season of ovulation here is degrading simon riley feeding my size kink. i’m not ok send regrets. 18+

“beggin little whore f’me. not so smart now that i’ve got your brain leakin outta your cunt.”

——-

yeah. you’ve pushed it. simple as that.

and god, you knew better. you really did. but some might say you’re a sucker for punishment. others might say you’re a masochist.

you think it’s probably a bit of both, when it comes to simon.

maybe it’s because he’s a big mean brute. emotionless. big ol wall of mass and muscle. tough bloke like him don’t feel a thing, yeah? at least in your mind. makes it easy to needle - easy to poke and prod and toss little jabs about his eyes or mask or whatever slivered sign of life he might be displaying that day.

he’s contractually obligated not to kill you, might you add. that brings a level of safety you got comfortable with.

but what you didn’t get comfortable with — what you couldn’t possibly ever get comfortable with, is the size of him in your fucking guts. the growl of him in your ear. the clutch of him around your throat.

even big dead-eyed men like simon have a limit. and by the grace of god, you’d found it. the bottom of this particular mine shaft, if you will—

“y’alright down there?” his voice is slick. fuckin slick with glee. a first for him, you’re sure. “still with me, sweet’eart?”

you can practically feel the smirk barring those teeth to your neck. you try to toss something smart assed back, something to keep it goin, but he’s got your wrists pinned behind your back and his cock stretchin your walls in a way that screams he shouldn’t even be able to fit — yet you’re clenching around him like you’d die without it.

all that comes outta you is a moan.

and he laughs. bastard. fuckin filthy rasp right against your ear. “tha’s what i thought. mm. s’what i fucken wanted.”

your eyes roll. he’s so deep your hips hurt. he presses a palm between your shoulder blades to pin you harder to the floor of his barracks. all that pent up aggressions got you leakin down your thighs. pathetic. humiliating. delicious.

“tha’s it. fucken stunned now, yeah?” he thrusts deeper. free hand smacking your ass til it stings. “always mouthin off. startin shit—fuck—y’knew what this was. you’ve always known what’d it take t’shut you up.”

you hiccup when he hits your gspot. over and over. so goddamn good it hurts. “fuck—fuck you—“

“yeah. y’are.” his hips jerk, hissing against the back of your neck. “feelin every inch of me, aren’t you? go on. fuckin tell me how i feel. wanna hear y’say it.”

you bite your tongue. squeeze your eyes shut. he fucks deeper. harder.

“say it.” another smack to your ass.

“big—“ you gasp, choking on it. “fucking—huge—“

he growls like you’ve fed him. “tha’s right. eight inches buried so deep in your tight little cunt y’forgot how to lie.”

youve never heard him talk like this and all you can do is whimper - the airs gone thin. every inhale is like sandpaper scratching at your throat. every thrust is like being punched open. and when every sound you make comes out as something pathetic you know you’ve lost.

you twist your head to try and adjust for reprieve but he fists your hair to still you. “y’wanna tell me again you can’t take it? huh? wanna tell me m’too big?”

he is. he totally is. but it’s delicious pain. makes your eyes water and your walls flutter. something about you can’t help but egg him on.

“s-shut up—“

he slams forward. breath cuts sharp against your neck. “wrong answer.”

you jolt. cry out. the heat is a wildfire across your skin. “s-si-mon—“

“try again.” he breathes, curling his fingers from your hair to your jaw. “or i’ll just keep pushin till y’feel it in your fuckin spine.”

he makes good on the promise with a bruising thrust. you wail with it. vision blurring blue. “fuck! fuck i wanted this—but you’re so—you’re too—fuck please—“

and it’s that last little word. the syllables that slip past your teeth presenting pleas on a silver platter, that make him moan. fucking moan.

“oh yeah. shit. now we’re gettin somewhere.” he exhales with it, shifting just to drag at your walls and angle deeper. “beggin little whore f’me. not so smart now that i’ve got your brain leakin outta your cunt.”

you long to tell him to shut up, fuck off, goto hell — any other circumstances you might have. but the first fuck with simon riley after months of pushing and prodding ain’t one to be won. you’ll be lucky to walk tomorrow. the monster can only be poked so many times before it wakes with vengeance.

[satellites444]

the sound filling the room is the most obscene squelching coming from your pussy and your moans. it's sylus' hips connecting with your body, brushing your clit with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping together. the sound of his breathy moans, his raspy whispers in your ear.

sylus has already made you cum twice, on his fingers with his tongue licking at your clit. you were worried you wouldn’t be able to get there a third time but sylus is determined, he’s ravenous.

he gave you a few minutes to catch your breath after your second orgasm before he was sinking into you. now, here you are, toes clenched and ready to come for a third time. “sylus,” you say, your voice high pitched, the tell-tale sign that you’re about to come again.

“i know, baby, i know,” he says, his voice gentle. “you did so good for me,” he lifts your right leg up, hitching it over his shoulder to reach even deeper as he thrusts, you feel your eyes roll back into your head.

the fullness of having him inside of you is almost too much. “gave me two orgasms already, but i just need one more,” he continues, reaching down to start circling your clit.

“s’too much,” you say, but your hips are rising to meet his thrusts, something he notices, something that makes him huff out a laugh.

“you like cumming on my cock, don't you pretty girl?”

maybe that’s what does it. his filthy mouth, the way he’s given you praise all night. or maybe it’s the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you. maybe it’s the way his fingers are rubbing your clit. either way, you explode around him. you cling onto him, needing something, anything to ground yourself. your climax pushes him into his, the way your clench around him. he talks you through it, of course.

“that’s it, that’s my girl,” he says, still slowly rocking into you, working through both of your orgasms. “it feels good, doesn't it?” he presses his hips forward one last time, lingering there for a bit before slowly pulling out, “hmm? coming on my cock?”

you whimper at the loss of him, the feeling of being empty. he kisses you deeply, his tongue finding it’s way into your mouth easily. it's a sloppy kiss because you're both panting, trying to come back down to earth. then he's kissing across your cheek, down your jaw, telling you how perfect you are, how good you did for him the entire time.