#AND I WAS NOT EXPECTING HOOK TO BE THAT HIGH

[kikidoul]

── SPORTS CAR.

ヾ(´︶`♡)ﾉ 양정원 x fem! reader content enemies to lovers (implied) ᥫ᭡ warning explicit sexual content car sex jungwon's kinda mean here (whoops) unprotected sex (wrap it up pls) slight degrading pussy eating reader's a virgin here jungwon's reader's first fingering and etc . . .!? 1875 — mlist. req

note. the moment i saw the words 'sports car', i knew i had to use tate mcrae's song... please listen and stream so close to what, thanks! also, its been a while since i wrote smut so hopefully this is readable... taglist. @tfwbluu, @hoonstqr, @riqomi

You’ve disliked Jungwon the moment you laid your eyes on him. He has everything you hate—his dashing good looks, his signature infuriating smirk that never fails to stir flames of anger and the list goes on. In conclusion, you despised him, right to the core. You tried your best to avoid him, at all costs, treating him like he was the plague that could infect you the moment you’re near him. However, you didn’t expect to find yourself in your current situation. 

The back of the car was cramped and definitely not spacious enough to fit two people. But none of you cared, both hooked onto the addictive tastes of your lips—like sweet poison. You gasped into the kiss when Jungwon pushed your dress up and up, until the fabric rested around your waist, revealing your embarrassingly soaked panties. Instead of removing it, he simply tugged it aside and glided his finger against your folds, grinning into the kiss at how you flinched at the sudden contact. 

“For someone who hates me, you’re soaking wet,” he murmured, lips grazing against yours. 

“Shut—fuck!” You snarled, only to bite down on your tongue when he parted your puffy folds, index finger sliding in until he was knuckles deep. It was by instinct that your hips bucked forward, craving more but Jungwon held you down, clicking his tongue in disapproval. 

“Nuh uh, I don’t think so,” he hums, adding another finger in, gaining a high-pitched whine that bounces off the car. 

“J-Jungwon, please,” you begged, looking at him with half-lidded, teary eyes and Jungwon felt the breath getting punched out of his lungs with how breathtaking you looked. 

“Please what?” 

“Please touch me,” you whined, your hands now holding his broad shoulders as you tried to pull him closer. 

As much as Jungwon wished to keep teasing you, pushing you to the edge, he too, was reaching his limit. His cock twitched in the constraints of his pants at how stunning you looked underneath him. Compared to your usual quiet, calm appearance he saw during school hours, the current you was a huge contrast. Your hair was spread out like a halo, the eyeliner you wore was faintly smudged, proving to be a deadly combination especially with your swollen, parted lips. 

“You’re beautiful,” he muttered in his state of daze and if it was any other moment, you would have thrown him a weird look. 

You said nothing, choosing to tug him down to crash your lips together in a fiery, messy kiss. Your hands traveled down his body, struggling to remove the belt while you were being devoured by him. Jungwon lent a helping hand, easily unhooking his belt and pulled both his pants and boxers down. You broke the kiss, nervously gulping at how his cock stood upright and proud. The tip had turned an angry shade of red and purple—a sign he had been neglecting himself. 

“What’s wrong? Did I meet your expectations?” He teases, tipping your chin up with his finger. 

“No, I didn’t expect you to be this big,” you retorted, catching the way his eyes darkened at your response. 

In a blink of an eye, Jungwon manhandled you until you were shoved down to your knees, the back of your feet pressed against the back of the driver’s seat. The space was so small and narrow that you were sure you’ll be having difficulty getting up later but the thought flew out of the window when he cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. The way he looks down at you, like you were his prey made you clenched down on nothing but thin air, nails digging into the carpeted ground beneath you. 

“How about you put that mouth of yours to good use?” He sneers, one hand resting on his lap while the other grabs his cock, slowly pumping himself. 

You leaned forward, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear and opened your mouth, as wide as possible to accommodate him. Jungwon moved his hand to your head and without warning, he pushed your head down, forcing you to take him in one go. You made a startled, choked sound at his action, tears pricking the corner of your eyes, blurring your vision slightly. You’ve never done this before and you relied on your instincts, slackening your jaw and hollowing your cheeks. 

You slowly bobbed your head, tongue darting out to trace the protruding veins on the sides while you used your hands on areas you couldn’t reach. You knew you were doing the right thing, considering how Jungwon had sunk into the seat, head tilted back to reveal his unblemished skin, his Adam’s Apple moving up and down as breathless moans spilled from his lips. The grip on your hair tightened, legs parting as his hips jerked upward at a particular, harsh suck to his cock. 

“Fuck, you’re made for sucking my cock, princess” He panted, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. Your eyelids fluttered shut when he reached down with his free hand, brushing a lone tear away—the action so tender and sweet that it made your heart melt. 

Not wanting to disappoint him, you swallowed the remains until the tip hit the back of your throat. Jungwon’s mind spun at how warm and tight your throat felt. He couldn’t help but wonder if it’ll feel the same when he’s deep inside you. A throaty whine was ripped from the depth of his throat at his incoming climax, fucking into your mouth. It didn’t take him long to reach his orgasm and you choked at the feeling of warm, thick liquid sliding down your throat. Your lips ached when he pulled out, gripping your face and forcing you to open your mouth and you swallowed in front of him, earning a pleased sound of approval from him. 

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He purrs, eliciting a desperate, needy mewl from you as you nuzzle your face against his palm.

“Jungwon, please…” You begged, “Need you.” 

Cursing, Jungwon tugged you up and the two of you shifted about, limbs knocking against one another. The lingering pain was nothing as compared to the arousal coursing through your veins. Finally, he pulled your panties down, tossing it to the floor as his right leg dangled off the backseat, positioning himself between your legs. You could hear your heart pounding against your ribcage, watching with bated breath as he slid a condom over his cock, unsure of how and when he had even grabbed it. 

The words slid out of your mouth before you could think. “I’m a virgin.” 

He froze, eyes flickering up to your face—looking for any signs that you were joking. When you clearly wasn’t, his eyes softened, concern and worries written all over his handsome face. “Wait, are you sure you want this? I don’t want your first time to…”

His voice trailed off but you knew the implication behind his words. You gave him what you hoped was an assuring smile. “Yes, I want this. I want you, Jungwon.” 

His breath hitched in your throat and he wasted no time, pulling you closer to spread your legs, revealing your awaiting hole. You bit down on your tongue when you felt him entering, inch by inch. You blindly reached out, grabbing onto the door handle behind you to ground yourself as you were being split apart on Jungwon’s cock. After what felt like years, he bottoms out. You felt light-headed, on the verge of losing yourself to the feeling of him inside you. Jungwon, on the other hand, felt like he was in heaven. 

“Shit, princess, tell me I can move, please,” he rasped, thighs twitching with anticipation. All he needed was a mere nod from you to succumb to his desires. 

Jungwon wasted no time in pounding into you, his thigh muscles burning at the force used. The car was filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, along with your sounds. You tossed your head back and it was only right for him to lean down, lips trailing kisses down the expanse of your neck as he left hickeys behind in his trail. The sensation of him biting and sucking on your skin made you whine out loud, eyes rolling up and mouth forming an ‘O’ shape when his cock hits the same, sensitive spot without fail. 

You weakly raised your legs, wrapping them around his waist and tugged him forward. The brief change of angle allows him to hit deeper, his cock practically kissing your cervix with every thrust, eliciting pleased sounds from the two of you. Jungwon had to grab your legs when he felt them slipping, slinging them over his broad shoulders instead. His head traveled lower, wrapping his lips around your left, hardened nipple and gave a light suck, drawing a high-pitched mewl from you. 

“Ngh, m-more,” you panted, feeling your mind slowly blanking out as you get drunk on the intoxicating feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, rearranging your insides to fit the shape of his cock. 

You felt the signs coming—the way your legs spasmed and the way your stomach tightened. “Hah—g-gonna—” 

“Yeah? You wanna cum for me?” He coos, moving away from your nipple covered in a layer of saliva, whispering into your ear with his hot breath grazing your sweaty skin. 

You couldn’t muster the strength to reply, choosing to frantically nod your head instead. Jungwon smirks, his long, thick fingers rubbing circles on your stretched out clit and that was enough to push you over the edge. Your body shook with the pure intensity of your orgasm as hot, transparent liquid was squirted, only for it to land on your bodies, the backseat and the floor too. Jungwon followed a few seconds later, releasing into the condom and thankfully, he didn’t collapse on you, holding himself up with one arm pressed against the headrest. 

You laid there, pliant and exhausted to move an inch while Jungwon slowly pulled out, drawing a hiss from you at the sudden emptiness feeling. None of you said a word as he grabbed a packet of wet wipes, taking extra care in wiping you clean before doing the same for himself. That was, until he broke the growing tense silence. 

“You alright?” He murmured, handing you a plastic bottle of water, to which you gratefully accepted as you downed the content in one go. 

“I’m fine, I just didn’t expect to end up here,” you replied, earning an amused chuckle from him. He lightly nudged your shoulder with his, flashing you a genuine smile, his cute dimples peeking out from his cheeks. 

“You know, this shouldn’t be a one-time thing, if you want.” 

You blinked, arching an eyebrow. “Yang Jungwon, is this you trying to ask me out? If yes, I think we’ve missed a few steps of the process.” 

He rolled his eyes. “It’s not my fault that you dress like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself.” 

Flustered, you whacked his shoulder but he merely laughed, unfazed with your reaction. 

“You’re such a pervert!” 

“Yeah, but you’re stuck with me now.” 

“...I haven’t said yes yet.” 

[shikaizer]

belong to me. pairing — paigebuckersxreader

attempting to leave your situationship with her but she makes it harder everytime.

fuckgirl paige. gaslighting. sex.

you and paige have been seeing each other secretely behind your teamates back, the two of you out of nowhere decided to be a fwb, since the both of you cant deny the attraction that you felt towards each other.

but today, everything clicked for you.

you actually dont deserve this kind of relationship, you always been high of yourself and paige ruined that.

she left you dumbfounded she cleared that the relationship you two have is non commital, but that was never your plan, in your mind, you thought that hooking up with her time to time was a slow burn between the two of you.

turns out shes only down for fuck and nothing serious.

| gonna come over, k?

you stared at the message for what felt like a hour or more, you took the courage sighing replying.

no dont

your heart is beating out of your chest, afraid of what she might say, but to your suprise she had left you on seen, you stayed waiting for her reply but a few minutes had already passed and your phone faded into a black screen.

you mentally cursed your self, but your heart dropped when your phone lit up and paige was calling.

you quick picked up your phone answering, "im on my way, are you for real?" paige asked annoyance in her tone.

you stayed quiet and paiged groaned "come on, you never say no to me." that was true, it was like your a one call away when it came to her.

you hesistated to speak but you bought the courage to do so.

"just not in the mood." you stated and she scoffed "bullshit" a beep has been heard and you looked over at the screen which she ended the call.

a few minutes passed and your heart was beating fast, you decided that you should stop everything that you and paige have been doing for the past few months, since this has nowhere to come it was better to end it.

your the only one hurting after all, you always expected that she would love you romantically but reality just slapped you right in the face.

you flinched when your door swang open revealing paige in a hoodie and a jogger.

you furrowed your brows sighing and she walked over to you.

" 'sup with you?" she tilt her head crossing her arms.

"i..need to talk to you." she looked down at you and raised both her eyebrows "talk." you grunted glaring at her "can you sit the fuck down?" you spat and she exposed both her palm sitting next to you.

"what do you like about me?" you asked straightforward and she sat silent for a second before laughing.

"what kind of question is that?" she cackled but your dead serious "damn okay" paige sighed and scanned your body up and down.

"i mean, its all infront of me" paige was obviously looking at your tits and you smacked her knees hard making her whince.

"im serious!" you chirped and paige licked her bottom lip tilting her head to take a clearer look on your expression.

"is this what you wanted to talk about?" you looked to the side and slowly nodded "maybe.." she chuckled and caressed your cheeks.

"well.." she leaned down and gently pushed you to the matress biting her lip as she scanned your face.

"i fucking love your eyes." she looked deeply at your eyes her breathing getting heavier.

"your lips." she tugged your bottom lip with her thumb and pressing them.

"your neck." she trailed her fingers on your neck and gently squeezed them making you slightly gag.

"most importantly, your tits." she grabbed your tits and gripped on them making you whine.

"are we good?" she muttured and you slowly shaked your head frowning as you sat up "you only want to fuck." you confessed your real feelings towards her and she raised her eyebrows.

"but you love it dont you?" paige didn't even try denying it, you rolled your eyes and paige grabbed your chin finally catching the hint "is it about this?"

"whatever." you muttured looking down, that was enough to answer to question "what made you think?" you frowned and shrugged and she sighed "you said you have no plan on being with a relationship with me."

" i just made it clear that im not entering a relationship" you scowled, she was obviously lying, and you know she never said that, but maybe— you just forget, or that whats you want to think.

"i know what i heard." you taunt and she cursed under her breath throwing her head back "you just misinterpret everything." paige took you in the wrong and you looked down doubting your self.

"you know i'll never say that." paige caressed your thighs looking deeply at you a small pout forming her lips.

you shrugged and locked your eyes at her scanning for something genuine but her eyes are all dark.

"i love you." paige muttured and your taken back.

"now lay down mkay?" she cooed and slowly laid you back down.

"as of now, i'll be showing how much i love you." she leaned down and pulled your panty down kissing your collarbone.

you tensed up and paige caressed your hips leaving dark hickies all over your skin.

she slid down and lifted your shirt up enough to expose your stomach, she wrapped her arms around your thighs and started kissing your stomach earning a groan from you.

she trailed kisses to your belly to your thighs, getting closer to your core, once she reached contact with your lonely clit your breath hitched hips bucking up.

you cursed under your breath and paige smirked thru your clit starting to lick stripes, you moaned again and arched your back, hands gripping on the pillow for dear life.

paige used her teeth gently scraping them to your clit earning more intense pleasure.

"fuck paige!" you called out and she continued ignoring your calls.

she hugged your thighs closer and inserted her tounge inside you making you mewl, you arched your back more feeling the familiar knot in your stomach.

paige groaned thru your clit when she felt your cum hitting her tounge, reaching your climax feeling satisfied, you slowly backed your hips away but paige kept your position secure. she aint done yet.

you whined when she continued munching on your pussy licking your cum off clean.

she then lifted her self up to meet you gaze and she smiled biting her lip.

"still think i dont love you?"

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[aquasoftware]

"HAVE SOME CLASS!"

FT║ Fem!Reader ✘ Sukuna | WC ➜ 624 ♪ ML

Desc | Dating a criminal with zero tech skills as a “high-class” model was your first mistake. ➜ Now, thanks to one accidental upload, the whole world knows exactly what you look like crying his name.

Cw║ (N)sfw 18+, màt!ng press, accidental sēx tape leak (Kuna being a dumbass whoops,) hūm!l!aț!on, degrādatiøn, sp!t k!nk, pøwer imbalance, s!ze k!nk if you squint, model! Reader + criminal!sukuna.

The world knew you as more than a model—a goddess. A vision draped in designer, skin kissed by flashing lights, a body sculpted to be worshiped. Your name carried prestige, once spoken in admiration. Now, it was scandalized like the greatest sin.

The leak had spread like wildfire. A single clip, no more than a minute long, of you folded in half beneath him—knees pressed to your chest, ankles hooked over his shoulders, his weight caging you in as he rutted deep, relentless, possessive.

Sukuna.

An infamous criminal—untouchable, unstoppable, and the last man anyone expected to see fucking you senseless.

The video was grainy, taken from a low angle, but there was no mistaking you. Manicured nails digging into his forearms, lips parted in a wrecked gasp. And him—looming over you, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other forcing your legs further back as he drove into you, each punishing stroke stealing the breath from your lungs.

The way your body arched for him. The way his inked hands owned every inch of you. The way your lips trembled as you whimpered his name, so pathetic “Kuna…”

But the worst part? Your voice—wrecked, needy—cut through the sinful symphony of flesh against flesh. “Spit in my mouth, please.” Sultry, desperate, dripping with desire. And he did—gripping your jaw, tilting your head back before letting a slow, deliberate trail of saliva fall onto your waiting tongue. The moan that followed? Indisputable proof of how thoroughly he’d ruined you.

And the cherry on top? His voice, mocking between every ruthless snap of his hips, calling you his little slut. Filthy words blending into the slick, obscene melody of him stretching you open. Your tight cunt clenched around his thick cock, a creamy ring forming at the base each time he bottomed out—proof of just how devastatingly deep he reached, and how much you craved it.

Your reputation was in shambles.

Your agent’s frantic calls went ignored. Social media was a wasteland, your name drowning in every filthy hashtag imaginable. Some people shamed you; others called you lucky to have a man like him wreck you so thoroughly.

And Sukuna?

That bastard was amused.

You stormed into his penthouse, the city skyline glowing behind him as he lounged on the couch, phone in hand. His sharp eyes flicked to yours, a slow smirk curling on his lips.

“Enjoying your newfound fame?” he drawled, tossing his phone aside.

Your rage surged. “What the fuck did you do?”

Sukuna clicked his tongue, stretching lazily. “Relax, princess. It wasn’t on purpose.”

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

“How the fuck was I supposed to know hitting the wrong button would post the damn thing?” He exhaled, tilting his head back. “They need to make this shit less complicated.”

Your breath hitched. “You’re telling me you accidentally leaked it?”

His smirk widened. “Tsk, I was trying to send it to you.” He rolled his shoulders like this was some minor inconvenience. “Guess I hit the wrong button.”

“Sukuna, you fucking idiot—”

Your words shriveled as he grabbed you, yanking you onto his lap. His grip was firm, unyielding, his breath hot against your ear.

“Listen to me,” he murmured, lips ghosting along your jawline. “The whole world’s seen you now. They’ve watched you break under me, fall apart for me. You think any other man can look at you without seeing me buried inside you?”

Heat surged through you, a mixture of anger and something far more dangerous.

Sukuna’s fingers pressed between your thighs, feeling the warmth even through your designer dress. “Oh?” he purred. “You like that, don’t you?”

His teeth grazed your earlobe, a wicked grin curling against your skin.

“Let them look, princess. They already know who you belong to.”

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[pukefactory]

Reader x vee who is in the hospital and she gets to visit the reader

⌁₊˚⊹ DOCTOR’S OFFICE ⊹˚₊⌁

↯ Summary: Vee Visits You At The Hospital After An Accident

↯ Character(s): Vee Version 1 (Dandy’s World)

↯ Reader pronouns: Not Specified

↯ Genre: Short Story, SFW

↯ Word Count: 288

↯ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

↯ Image Credits: @cielcay

A rhythmic beep filled the quiet hospital room, a metronome to the dull ache in your body. You weren't sure how long you'd been there—everything blurred together in a haze of sterile walls and restless sleep. But when the door creaked open, you were met with a sight you never expected.

Vee stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her black screen flickering before settling into her usual confident smirk. "Well, would you look at that? You’re still alive."

You blinked. "Vee...?"

She stepped inside, scanning the room with an unimpressed hum. "They sure have you hooked up to a lot of wires. Not as efficient as my internal systems, but I suppose organic bodies need all the help they can get."

You huffed a laugh, wincing as pain flared in your ribs. "Nice to see you too."

"Yeah, yeah." Vee pulled up a chair beside your bed, tapping a finger against her mic-tail absentmindedly. "I was in the area. Figured I’d drop by, make sure you weren’t... y'know, completely useless."

"Touching," you teased.

Vee rolled her eyes, but there was something softer in the way her screen flickered.

Silence settled, comfortable in its own way. Vee examined your IV drip, then the heart monitor, squinting like she was analyzing a faulty circuit. Finally, she spoke again. "You could’ve at least gotten hurt in a way that was... cooler. Like escaping an explosion. Or a high-stakes trivia battle."

You smirked. "I'll keep that in mind."

Vee exhaled, a static-laced sigh. "Just... get better, alright? I’d rather not deal with an understaffed game show."

You nodded. "I will."

For once, Vee didn’t have a snarky comeback—just a quiet, satisfied hum as she sat with you, watching over the flickering monitor.

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[jazzraft]

Hello may I request #98 with Zack/Cloud please?

The last of my very far back-logged prompts to fill. I'm so sorry for the long wait on this! I believe that the prompt was "hold me back" from whatever the last list I reblogged was. Thank you so much for requesting my first Zack/Cloud fic! Enjoy!

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“Hold me back,” Cloud said to no one, whenever Zack Fair entered a room.

“Hold me back,” Cloud silently begged of anyone, whenever Zack turned that beaming smile his way.

It had been an order to himself that was simple enough to follow, but as time went on, grew increasingly difficult to abide. He had an issue with authority figures, so how could he be expected to follow one of his own making? Yet, the consequences were too devastating to consider such insubordination.

Every single time Zack entered a room, Cloud wanted to run for him. He wanted to abandon his post and plunge straight into the infectious heat of his orbit. It burned under his skin like a fever, incoherent delirium making him utterly powerless to the exuberant contagion that was Zack Fair.

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“Hey! Cloud!” Zack would call, with a high-flying wave and a smile that put sunlight to shame.

And that was all it took to ignite Cloud from the inside-out. He was dry kindling to Zack’s fire-starter, warming every inch of space he occupied. Cloud never knew how to respond, eternally baffled that a SOLDIER as well-liked and accomplished as Zack even gave a runt like him the dignity of a simple greeting. Even more baffling was the fact that the greeting was consistently chased by an ardent desire for conversation…

Conversation with Cloud: the most conversationally inept individual this side of Midgar (any side of Midgar, really).

Presently, Zack parted through a sea of 3rd-rank SOLDIERs and trainee infantry to single out small, silent, sick-to-his-stomach Cloud. He wasn’t sure what made him feel more ill: the somersault response to Zack’s grin, or the many visor-shielded eyes followed in his direction. Sometimes, Cloud feared that Zack’s attention was some elaborate inside joke pantomimed to entertain the entire Shinra military force. But that wasn’t fair to Zack. That would imply he was fake. And there was no faking anything about him.

“Phew!” Zack huffed, hunching over with his hands on his thighs as if he’d run across the whole city just to reach Cloud. “Finally caught you! They keep you busy in the infantry, huh?”

Not really, Cloud thought to himself, unable to recall a single event of note while on security detail this past week. Instead, trying to sound braver than he felt, he said, “No busier than they keep you in SOLDIER.”

“So, not that busy then, huh?” Zack laughed.

Cloud colored, pulse thudding up against his skull. He didn’t want Zack to think he was avoiding him – Cloud would prefer he remain blissfully ignorant of the fact. The only way he could follow his own orders was if he never had to issue them. If he didn’t have to see Zack, he didn’t have to tell himself not to go for him – and he didn’t have to risk self-insubordination. Already Cloud’s muscles strained to reach out and touch him.

“So!” Zack chirped. “Since neither of us are all that busy by ourselves, how ‘bout we get busy together?”

About a million imaginary infantrymen tackled Cloud to the ground and piled high, to the ceiling of his soul, just to hold him down. He stared at Zack, waiting for the embarrassed duck of his head once his brain caught up with his mouth. But Zack continued to smile, expectant and oblivious.

Cloud swallowed around a clump of hot sandpaper, grating out, “What do you mean?”

A beat before Zack answered, his eyelids hooked downwards, and the curve of his smile took on a suggestive bent – like he knew exactly what he’d said. Then, he beamed in his casual, close-eyed way, “Dinner and drinks, of course! I’ve been promising to take you out forever!” And Cloud told himself he’d imagined it.

“Right,” Cloud laughed, hoping he didn’t sound as hysterical as he felt. “You have, haven’t you?”

Zack did not desire Cloud the way he did him. How could he? He was larger than life, beautiful and powerful and sociable – everything Cloud wished he could be. Zack was so far above him, too high to bend over him. Too perfect to be sullied by that depraved little fantasy.

“Let’s get out of here before they do find reasons to keep us busy,” said Zack.

Belay that, cadet, barked the faceless commander in Cloud’s head. It was too dangerous, above his rank. He didn’t have enough training, not enough discipline to take on such a responsibility. He wasn’t ready to lead men into battle, least of all the legions in his head that it took to keep him in line.

Cloud readied an excuse, armed himself with a polite decline. But his grip shook over the trigger, gazing into the white of Zack’s smile. He couldn’t bring himself to snuff it out, no matter the threat to himself.

“Sure,” he breathed, wheezing from him like a punctured lung. “Let’s go.”

You’re scrubbing the stockroom for that, cadet! Next is expulsion! You’ll never make it in SOLDIER that way!

He’d rather get a SOLDIER in him. Cloud exploded out from under the dogpile of imaginary infantrymen tasked with keeping him contained. It could only end in disaster if he was let loose, but they couldn’t hold him back. Zack was just his friend, and if Cloud didn’t yank back on the bit in his own mouth, he might not stay that way. Cloud bit down on the figurative iron bar between his lips, laved over the taste of metal. He’d bitten open the inside of his cheek, but if he kept his mouth shut, Zack wouldn’t have to know how much he bled to be with him.

“At long last!” Zack crowed once they were clear of the Shinra building. “Our first date.”

He needled an elbow into Cloud’s side, bouncing his eyebrows. Cloud cranked a smile over his face, pretending to find that as funny as Zack intended. Of course it was a joke. Everything Cloud felt for Zack was such a joke. He deluded and derided himself for daring even to imagine…

“So, um, not for nothing, but I don’t think I’m being all that subtle.”

Cloud blinked, clearing the detritus of the disaster zone in his mind. He looked over at Zack, the tall, imposing SOLDIER kicking stones down the street like a distractible child.

“You’re a tough nut to crack, Cloud,” he chuckled. “But I like that about you.”

“Thank… you?”

He struggled to keep up, unsure of what Zack was saying. A riot of disregarded orders howled through his head, making it hard to truly hear him.

“Just for my own peace of mind, where do you think we’re going right now?” Zack asked.

“Dinner? Drinks? So, a bar, I assume?”

“And if I told you we were going on a dinner date… Would you still want to go with me?”

Zack turned those electric blue eyes on him, and of course it was like being struck by lightning. Not a day went by where Cloud didn’t meet those eyes and feel shockwaves. Probably why his brain was so fried as to not comprehend the words coming from his mouth. Once they did, Cloud could only summon a single word in response:

“Shit.”

Zack guffawed with laughter, cringing a little. “Yikes!” he said. “Okay! Just dinner it is then. No harm, no foul.”

What? No! Damnit. Cloud shook his head, tried shaking some coherency into his lack of social graces. He’d never cared before, never thought it would cost him one day. The army he invented to hold him back surged along the frontline, charging him down to prevent him from defecting. But it was far too late, and he’d been given too much power. He was a weapon of mass destruction, his mind a lawless wasteland where he was beholden to no one.

Cloud scrambled after Zack. When words failed him, without any order to follow, he could hone his intent into action. He grabbed Zack by the suspenders of his Shinra plate, hauled him around, and kissed him. It was hard and hot and painful, rattling his teeth with the sudden force of it. But it got the point across. He hoped.

He jerked away enough to see Zack’s face, stunned into silence. He stared at Cloud as if he’d just shot him, confused and a little terrified.

“We’re dating,” Cloud said, definitively.

Zack’s massive, supernova smile blasted across his face. “Really?” he asked, as fervently as a dog being thrown a bone. This is mine? Are you sure?

Cloud nodded, lest his words betray him again. He yelped as Zack hoisted him into a hug, lifting his feet off the ground.

“Put me down before I change my mind.”

“You won’t regret it, Cloud! One date is all it will take!”

It had only taken a smile. He’d had him for a while, had Cloud going AWOL from his own principles ages ago. He was a rebel now, free to make his own choices, follow his own rules. No matter how destructive, how opposed to the status quo, Cloud would do as he damn well pleased, “Commander.”

And he damn well wanted to kiss Zack Fair again. So he did.

Damn the court martial that said he couldn’t.

[saxandviolins77]

*sweating* S-Scrapper...?

Ok, whatever. Here is my list from worst to best. All based on MY own opinions... My aroace opinions, but trust me.

What I think would make a theoretically "good partner": a well-paying job, keeps to himself, is respectful, is a mature gentleman, makes time for me, and is not overbearing. (take this as a general, all-encompassing archetype.)

Edit: Just realized my "good partner" is someone who doesn't bother me and helps me pay the bills. Omfg, it's so over.

Hook: I love him, but I love him far away from me. I believe you have to be a very particular type of person to handle Hook, and that's for sure not me. He'd be so fucking abusive (on purpose or not), just that type of partner who judges your every hobby and interest as inferior and tries to change you into the perfect version of who they think you should be. Well-paying jobs though,,,

Bonecrusher: He's not an arrogant asshole like Hook... But the anger issues are a deal-breaker. For instance, if he got angry and tried to hit me or break one of my belongings, I'd hit him back. Fuck it. (OW! MY FINGERS!)

Scavenger: I don't have the grace nor the patience necessary to deal with his low self-esteem and people-pleasing behaviors. It's not him... It's me...

Mixmaster: Eh, neither of us would be putting much into the relationship; the mad scientist thing isn't even a deal-breaker, just the indifference towards navigating romance that I feel he'd have. He seems fun at parties though, sooo... Just friends.

Scrapper: a calm and collected artist with a well-paying job and a stable career. The psychopath thing IS a deal-breaker for me; I really don't feel like jeopardizing my clean record to help him in his obsessions. I also feel he wouldn't have a good balance between work-life and family-life; he lives to work, not relationships. We probably could have an okay-ish marriage for a few years until one of us gets sick of the other. Though we'd keep it civil after the divorce (or he'd run over me, who knows?)

Long Haul: Don't worry, bby girl, I'll treat you right. Biased opinion, but he's a down-to-earth realist; he's literally a normal middle-aged guy who's sick of his life! Even if his job isn't that well-paying, we could still make do. The nagging would get on my nerves, but nothing a career change or a few sessions of couples counseling couldn't fix. I don't see much love in this relationship though, more like "two people who happen to share an address" thing, and that's fine by me.

About the uh... "Decepticon that wants to enslave humanity" thing... Shhhh... Don't worry, your boy got this 😏.

Serious poll.

Vote for the most likely option, not your fave.

Of course, what makes a good partner varies from person to person, so feel free to present your argument (or not). There is no objective answer here.

[princehoneytea]

omg ambrose is such a beautiful partial!!!! are you ok with sharing who the maker is? :o

i dont mind!! i commissioned this person to bring ambrose's design to partial: https://www.etsy.com/shop/NewtoncCrafts

they're really lovely, attentive, and speedy! i had a really good experience with them. i think theyre an excellent choice for a first-time suiter, since even though it lacks the bits and baubles of high-end partials, it's really cute and comparatively affordable.

fair warning you should know though: since it's from china, the hot glue melted around the mouth in transit so i had to glue it back together myself, hence why i leave the tongue attachment in. (the bottom lip is still a bit wonky so i just cover it lol) the maker apologized profusely for that and gave advice on fixing it, i don't blame them at all for that, LOL

[atopvisenyashill]

do love how this is an asoiaf blog but i did not put either show in my top 10 this is the world we live in

[deus-ex-mona]

unmentionable a h e ms are aligned right behind this shelf btw

[augustameretrix]

i dont know if its because im not a fan of romance or of makoto shinkai in particular but even if its considered mid by a lot of people your name is still the one movie of his that made me ugly cry

[cloudwisp]

𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 · 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦

contents: smut. minors dni 18+. reader wears a nightgown to subtly get the message across. attempt at seduction. lots of teasing and kissing. first time with him. size difference. fingering. borderline overstimulation. no protection. mostly sweet lovemaking but implications of leading to rougher sex. sylus has a huge dick (he is standing at 6’2 after all). 2.9k wc.

꒰ note ᰔ based off of this arranged marriage sylus x wife!reader post but can be read as a standalone. smut writing is never one of my strengths but I had fun with this one!! and I can only hope it’s an enjoyable read to those who were anticipating a sequel 🤍꒱

“Doing a little late night reading?” Sylus glances at your form through his peripheral as you enter his bedroom with a light skip in your steps. He’s perched at the end of his bed with a high profile report in hand, and with a tilt of your head and prying eyes you hover over the document between his fingers as you stand before him. You skim through a few lines before he tosses it aside, murmuring that it’s nothing of importance when something more interesting happens to catch his attention and you feel the heat of his gaze doing you a once-over.

Your cheeks warm and you feel a tad shyness wash over you when he quietly appraises your body clad in a gorgeous silk slip with lace embellishments. He hums in appreciation, a slow smirk curling on his lips before he reaches out to grasp your waist and pull you forward onto his lap. He secures one arm around you to keep you in place and his thumb sweeps over the delicate sleepwear and the bare skin of your thigh in a soft, languid motion. “You’ll catch a cold in just your nightgown, kitten. Or did you wear it for me?”

“Maybe I just wanted to change into something a little more comfortable.” You respond with a coy smile and playful shrug of your shoulder which causes the thin strap to fall from just a whisper of movement. He enjoys your little display and act of innocence if this is your way of telling him that you want to deepen the relationship through shared intimacy like normal marital couples do during this time of night. And truthfully, he’s been waiting far too long for this moment to come but he didn’t expect you to offer yourself on a silver platter. What a sweet and precious wife you are.

“I’m sure you could find something more suitable than a flimsy nightgown.” His knuckles brush up along your arm and hooks the fallen strap around his finger to slide it back into its proper place. “But then, perhaps you wanted to tease me, too?”

You click your tongue in disappointment. No matter what you do he was always two steps ahead of you—it’s thoughtful yet infuriating especially when you want him to act more surprised. “Nothing ever gets passed by you, it seems.”

His large hand slips under the lace trimmings of your nightgown and moves closest to your backside for a firm squeeze. “You should know by now how badly I want you, sweetheart. And with you sitting in my lap, looking breathtaking like that. I’m tempted to just rip this little thing off of you.”

You purse your lips into a small pout that’s adorable to him and grunt in disapproval. “What if this night dress is one of my favorites? Don’t I get a say in what you can and can’t tear?”

He arches a brow as though to challenge you by putting the theory into practice. You keep forgetting that he could read you like an open book, and he loves nothing more than proving you wrong at every chance. “Are you saying you wouldn’t enjoy it if I did? I’ll buy you new ones. Better ones.”

You mull over at the thought. “Sounds troublesome. I’ll have to keep making these frequent shopping trips.”

“I just mean the nightgown is in the way of me seeing all of you. You’re more than welcome to wear it any other time, but right now… I want it off.”

“Well, it’s only fair you make the next move.” He groans lowly when you shift your weight in his lap and rest your head against him. You drag your manicured finger down his chest and gently flick at the silver chain looped between his collar. “I did come all this way just for you.”

He understood your meaning and leans down close enough so his warm breath fans over your lips when he tilts your chin to look at him. “If you want me to take off my clothes, you’ll have to undress me yourself.” The soft spoken words in his deep voice send a tingle to the back of your brain, and the lingering kiss he places on the corner of your mouth adds a fluttering sensation in your stomach.

“Still making me work for it? And here I thought I would be cherished and wouldn’t even need to lift a finger.” You bring yourself upright and shove him down onto the bed to climb over him and straddle him. He gives you a knowing smirk at the sound of your cute gasp when you feel just how hard he is for you against your clothed cunt. You make quick work of undoing the underlay of buttons tucked beneath the thick fabric of his tailored dress shirt and remove it entirely to reveal every bit of lean muscle. His build akin to that of a spectacularly sculpted marble statue down to the details of his veins on his strong arms.

“Making you work for it is half the fun, kitten. But just remember who will be putting in the most work tonight.” His hand wanders up your thigh again and moves along the curve of your waist, the expensive silk bunches under his touch and he gropes the fullness of your breast. You feel the strap loosen around your shoulder once more. “Are you liking what you’re seeing? You’re allowed to mark what’s yours, you know. But I’d like to be able to mark you as mine too, wife.” His hungry eyes slowly roam over your matching panties and midriff before he returns your gaze.

Your smaller hand covers his knuckles meanwhile his thumb brushes across your nipple and he revels in the feeling of the bud hardening over the material. “You’re just always so straightforward, aren’t you?” You sensually wrap your finger around the other strap that’s perfectly intact and at your cue Sylus glides his hand down to the small of your back and watches as the dress cascades down to your midsection.

“And you’re so beautiful.” You’re a heavenly sight to behold with the way his amorous stare commits your very existence to his memory, particularly the swell of your lovely breasts that’s heavy with lust and begging for more of his attention. He gently reaches for your wrist and his fingers smooth under your palm to bring your hand up to his face. His thumb runs over the wedding band that binds you to him laying a light kiss against your knuckles, then places your hand over his shoulder waiting for your next move.

You don’t waste another second closing the distance between you two and crash your lips against his for a needy and desperate kiss. Your fingers tangle into his silver locks and your heat grinds against him hoping for some semblance of relief from the ache that’s building inside you. You feel him envelop your breasts fully with each caress and tender squeeze and a little bit of nipple play.

Sylus tastes faintly of sweet, tannic notes from the lingering aftertaste of red wine as your tongue meets his through parted lips. His arms and hands alternate between hugging your body and grip tightening on your hips, bucking himself up into your heat. You feel yourself needing more, wanting more and being closer to him so you hurriedly unbuckle his belt and suddenly the sound of fabric tearing reaches your ears.

You muffle in surprise against his lips and push him back just enough to see him wearing a smug expression. “I should’ve known you’d go against my wishes.” You scoff in disbelief and yet there’s a grin playing across your features that betrays your earlier words. You hate to admit he was right from the start—that you’d find the ripping more attractive instead of being carefully unwrapped like you both have all the patience in the world.

Sylus discards the now ruined piece of clothing aside. He lifts you with ease and your back embraces the cool sheets when he drops you down on the mattress and returns to his full height. “I was never one to follow rules. Besides, you look perfect like this.” You support yourself up on your elbows to follow his movements, and any smart comeback you have dies in your throat when he picks up where you left off by unfastening his belt and stripping out of his trousers. His boxer briefs follow suit and he thinks it’s adorable how you look mesmerized from this performance alone.

Your eyes settle on his huge cock. Almost gawking at it and you unconsciously clench your thighs together. It’s perfectly proportioned to the rest of him—long and notably thicker with an upward center curve and a few prominent veins here and there. He flushes a pretty shade of red that’s gradient from the head down and his pubes are neatly trimmed.

“You don’t have to look so scared, kitten.” He rasps an amused chuckle, and he feels you tense slightly when his hand scales up along your knee to your inner thigh and he dips his fingers between your legs. “I’ll take my time with you so you can handle me.”

Your breath hitches when he feels how drenched you are through your panties. He offers a gratified hum, his handsome face and broad shoulders become your main focus as he closes in on you. “Spread your legs wider.” He murmurs into your ear, and as soon as you give him more access he delves into your mouth for a bruising kiss and chases you down onto the bed. His ministrations on your clit feel absolutely sinful yet so wonderful and your arm wrap around his back meanwhile your hand explores the muscled panels of his upper body and the areas that are within your reach.

A string of saliva connects you both then disappears as your lips come apart. But he doesn’t stray far when the exquisite look on your face is a breath away and he pulls your panties aside to collect your arousal with two digits sliding through your puffy folds. Your lustful sounds escape in a warm exhale as soon as he slowly inserts his thick fingers into your tight pussy, and you’re quite the vision arching your back so tastefully.

“Mmh, that f-feels so good, Sylus.” Your eyes glaze over when he steadily pumps in and out of you, curling so deliciously at your sweet spot and he marvels at the way your cunt is greedily sucking in his fingers. There’s nothing else like him, the way he stretches you and reaches the deeper parts and hits the bits you can’t yourself. He adores the breathless sighs and mewls of his name when he pushes you to the edge even more while kissing you senselessly.

“You sound beautiful. I love the way my name tastes on your lips.” You can feel him smirk against you, but you’re too immersed in your pleasure to respond in words that aren’t broken syllables. He trails open-mouth kisses down to your jawline and along the column of your neck, grazing his teeth and softly sucking on your skin until hues of velvet purple form. Your head burrows into the soft cushion of the mattress, hips squirming as your hand clutches onto his forearm from tension coiling inside you.

“M’gonna come soon, Sy—!” Your pretty moans and pants grow heavier each second, and he loves feeling your body quiver when you’re pressed under him. He’s still knuckles deep inside you with every intention of bringing you up to heaven and back down to him. After all, he doesn’t believe in doing things halfway but can’t pass an opportunity to tease his darling wife.

“You’re getting so close already? I barely got started with you, sweetie.” He chuckles lowly yet his cock twitches as precum oozes and leaks down from the slit of his tip. “Don’t hold it in now. Let go and come for me.”

He’s met with your gorgeous o-face when the euphoric bliss courses through your entire body as your walls tighten around his fingers. Your moans turn into squeals and you try to shove his hand away to soften your orgasm but he doesn’t budge from being much stronger than you. The feeling is more than you can handle when your thighs clamp together to stop his movements. But you don’t want the addictive sensation to leave just yet when he borderline overstimulates you, turning you into a trembling and writhing mess.

You barely have a moment to catch your breath when a chortle escapes you from watching him bring his fingers coated in your cum to his mouth for a curious taste. “Mm. Sweet, just as I thought. You did great, kitten.” He leans down to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead, and the first wave of your drawn-out release slowly ebbs away. “Don’t you think you deserve one more?” Sylus pulls your soaked panties down your legs and casts them aside, leaving you completely bare under his gaze.

“I should hope so. Been wanting for you to stuff me with your fat cock tonight.” You’re still a little breathless when your finger glides down his toned chest in a sensual and playful manner. He makes a content hum at the sound of that with an upward quirk of his lips.

“What a bold and resilient wife I have on my hands. As long as I have you, I’ll never be bored again.” He gladly hoists your leg to wrap around his waist and spits down, giving himself a few strokes making it slick before aligning himself to your dripping cunt. His precum mixes with the remnants of your previous climax with the heavy drag of his tip from your opening up along your clit. He revels in the way your body responds with a little spasm. “I won’t have you going back on your words now.”

The flutter of your lashes steers away from his deep and enigmatic eyes, a nervous gnaw of your lower lips as you anticipate the painful stretch from taking him. “Go slow, okay? Because you know…” He knew you were implying about his sheer size, and you feel him grab hold of your hand and press your interlaced hand against the bed beside your head.

He captures your swollen lips that feel entirely too sweet and intimate, replacing your worries with a gentle tangle of his encompassing love and adoration that seeps into your soul. “I wouldn’t dream about hurting you. That’s a promise. But you have to let me in first.” Your breath hitches when his aching tip probes your entrance, yet the tension doesn’t leave your body until he tells you to focus on him with the exchange of kisses laced with a growing insistence. “You’ll let me know if it hurts, kitten? I want to make you feel good.”

With that said, your sharp nails dig into his shoulder blade and draw red lines at the burning stretch that feels too much yet so good at the same time. Your soft sighs and whimpers fill the hazy room and he’s fucking you slowly with just the tip to help ease the initial discomfort. He searches your face every now and again making sure you’re okay before he continues, letting out a guttural moan when he slips in a little more with each thrust until he carves his way into you completely.

“You’re in too deep—hah. Feel so full and good.” You shudder when he stills his movements, throbbing cock nestled inside you to the hilt and kissing your cervix. There’s a carnal desire brewing in his stomach seeing you pinned under his weight keeping him nice and warm. He wouldn’t mind spending the entire night with you, any plans and commitments he had prior be damned the moment you swayed in through the double doors. “Want you to m-move, please.”

The sound of your polite begging makes him twitch involuntarily, and he could only imagine what desperate pleas you have in store for him tonight and he’s looking forward to it. When your pretty lips implore him to fuck you faster and harder he won’t be able to hold back. After all, he has always been ready and waiting to give himself to you that aligns with your willingness to accept him. There is no love purer than his, this craving he has reserved only for you. “You know you only have to ask, and I’ll give you everything you want. Just be careful what you wish for, sweetie.”

Sylus chuckles at your cute whine shortly after—such a needy little thing you are. He falls into a sweet and slow rhythm that makes you feel each thrust, the head of his dick down to its shape and following the shaft that caresses the underside of your pleasure endings so incredibly good. Your legs wrap around his back and you pull him in deeper because close just isn’t close enough for you. You need to feel the heat of his body sear against your skin as you hold him, and in turn you feel him squeeze your interlaced hand. “Tonight, you’re all mine. Forget anyone else in the world but me.”

[j-jared]

This is why you don't sleep with the Tyrant King - The consequence is children

Constantine avoids involvement with the Infinite Realms for two reasons.

Who wants to deal with all those Ancients in the first place?

He’s avoiding yet another unhinged ex of his.

Of course, hooking up with Pariah Dark wasn’t really an actual relationship, more like a one night stand via dream walking (Nocturn owed Pariah, but seeing as it would be insane to release the Tyrant King from his endless sleep, he’d give him a dream partner every couple centuries) - regardless, Constantine doesn’t want to deal with that.

So yeah - the fact that the Justice League is attempting to summon the High King into the Watchtower has him wanting to drink more than usual.

Of course he gave warnings, but they’re dead set on doing so. A green folder had appeared in the secure “cursed artifacts” vault with no trace of whoever left it there. How else were they gonna find out how it got there?

So Constantine’s stuck there to set up wards, and is trying to find his way out of this one.

When the summoning circle worked, no one expected the teenager to pop out of it. 

Instead of Pariah Dark, or even the sarcophagus showing up, there was a white haired ghost boy with glowing green eyes the same color as the flames of the Crown of Fire. Except he didn’t look exactly like the others ghosts. He had a human skin tone, his proportions were exactly like a human teenager’s, and he was wearing a black and white hoodie with black sweatpants, for God’s sake. 

… Were ghosts able to reproduce with humans?

Before any of the Justice League can get into questioning, Constantine speaks up:

“You’re not the Ghost King.”

Green eyes settle on him, lighting up with recognition - Danny knows exactly who this is, with the amount of complaints on his desk about the blonde. Clockwork also informed him (he didn’t want to know but now he does) of the man’s stint with Pariah. 

Daniel “Commit to the bit” Fenton chooses to do just that.

“Of course not,” The confusion crosses the face of the heroes present- “That’s just because I haven’t had my coronation yet! I’m the Crown Prince, it’s practically the same thing!”

Oh, and the dread and realization crossing Constantine’s face is almost enough to make his core purr in amusement. 

“Now I will gladly answer all your questions, but first!” His eyes swept over the heroes before raising his hand and pointing accusingly at the British warlock.

“John Constantine,” his voice boomed, the temperature of the meeting room dropping as his face stretched with a smile too big and too pointy, “You owe me fifteen years of child support.”

[yanderedrabbles]

Imagine being a lady out in the Wild West, mayor's daughter, preacher's niece, something good and proper. All tight laced and demure on Sundays, sweet and pretty all week 'round.

You got plenty of admirers. Cowpokes drifting through your small town who promise themselves that the second they've got more than dirt to their name, they're coming back to marry you. Traders and tradesman who see you in your Sunday best and think how sweet it would be to have you waiting at home for them. And others too. Men with too sharp eyes and hats kept low. They think about you too, but always at night. Always with one hand slick.

You've got plenty of folk with eyes on you, but no real suitors. Whoever your guardian is, they've got high standards. Maybe your father is hoping for a good political match, or your uncle is looking for a God fearing man. Either way, you're untouchable. Untouched.

Well, until you ain't.

Maybe the man who takes you is one of those hard eyed drifters, with a mean mustang and an even meaner right hook. A crook in everything but name. Maybe he doesn't work alone, and it's a whole pack of them who grab you straight out of your backyard, hands pressed against your mouth so hard they leave bruises on your cheeks.

Either way, they've got just about one thing on their mind. And they don't want to be interrupted.

They take you out to the desert, or out into the deep woods, or far into the canyons. Somewhere lonesome. Somewhere they can take their time with you.

Maybe they succeed. Get to keep you all to themselves. A prize too sweet for men like them, a little missy who would always be out of reach if they didn't take matters into their own hands. Their hands are rough with labour - wrangling and gunslinging and digging graves for folk that wouldn't otherwise need them. And rough with you, too. Skimming up your thighs, prying them apart...

That's what folk would call a bad ending. Would shake their heads over and secretly pray that it never happens to one of their girls.

Maybe they succeed. Or maybe, just maybe... they don't.

See, the sheriff of your town is a hard man. White hat always clean, badge always shiny, but his gun is nicked with use, his spurs dull with hard riding. And when he hears what happened, it ain't long before he's on your trail. Pushing his stallion until it's frothing under the saddle. Hoping to get to you before night time. Before the sun goes down and the lust comes out.

He finds you easy enough, but it's just him against a gang and that ain't no easy win. He watches them from a distance, from up on the canyon maybe, or from between the thick trees. Sees you sitting at their campfire, hands and feet tied, pretty white dress stained with mud.

He sees that and thinks how he'd rather eat lead than see them stain the rest of you so dirty.

It ain't easy. It takes planning, skill. He lures them out one at a time and picks them off. Knife between the ribs, arrow straight through the neck, a wire pulled taught and tight around their throat. Until it's just him and the leader left - the man who chose to take you, the one who'd have gotten the prime cuts when it came to butchering your innocence.

It could go either way at this point. The sheriff ain't no slouch but the gunslinger is younger, hungrier. Folk would say the good guy should win, that justice ought to come out on top, and that you deserve your happy ending. But the truth is that they're both rotten to the core.

'Cause it ain't duty that made the sheriff ride his horse lame trying to get to you. No. It's love, of the kind just as perverse as the outlaw's. Only difference is that the sheriff has a whole society of rules and laws and expectations to keep him in check. And out here? Well, they just don't apply.

If the outlaw wins, the story ends pretty simple. He keeps you, has his way with you. Ruins you. Tucks you away in his hideout for only him to enjoy.

But I don't think that's what happens. The sheriff might not have the other man's speed, but he's got experience, age, years of watching cocksure young men giving themselves away when they go for their guns too early. He puts a bullet right in the other man's heart and steps over his body to get to you.

You're shaking, crying so hard that your gag is soaked through. Looking up at him so thankful that he wants to fuck you right then and there.

He cuts through your ropes and you hug him, not caring one bit that it ain't something a proper lady would do. He kneels on one leg and let's you cry into his shirt, voice all weak and sweet as you thank him.

"They was gonna do such awful things sheriff. Kept tellin' me how good it would be for me, but they kept touching me. Sheriff, I was so scared."

If he could, he'd kill them all over again. Instead he just holds you. Ignores the age gap between you, ignores how it ain't the proper thing to do.

"I'm here darlin'. And ain't no one gonna lay a finger on you again, you hear?"

You nuzzle into his neck, hiccuping. And God, it feels good to hold you. He's too old for you - hair going grey at the temples despite him still being lean with muscle. He's too jaded and mean for you - how can he be a good match for such an innocent thing when his hands are soaked in blood? He knows, but he just doesn't care.

Just scoops you up in his arms and carries you to his horse.

If there's one thing you ain't realised, it's that the sheriff is about as sly as he is mean. When he takes you home, he'll probably take your guardian aside for a quiet word. Lie straight through his teeth and tell them he was too late, that you were ruined before he got there.

He'll watch them go pale, watch the cogs turning. Who will want you now? And when he sees that awful realisation on their face, that's when he goes in for the kill.

Puts his hat over his heart and says he's so ashamed that he wasn't faster. That he couldn't save your innocence and your life both. That if your pa would give his blessing, he'd be more than happy to take you as his wife.

It's not the match they wanted for you. He's not a great political ally and he sure as hell ain't a God fearing man. But who else will have you once the rumours start flying?

And when they tell you, you're too shaken to object. Too indebted to the law man to wonder what he said to make them suddenly so amenable.

It's a nasty trick to pull. A theft almost as bad as your kidnapper's. You're too good for a dog like him, but he'll be damned 'fore he let's you get away. Rabid dogs sink their teeth in and never let go, didn't nobody ever tell you that sweetheart?

And on your wedding night, when he claims his reward from between your thighs, you slowly start to realise that honour isn't as easily found as you once thought, that a badge doesn't make a man good. He'll probably look up at you from between your legs, his lips and stubble shiny with your wetness. Smirking like a wolf who got locked in the pen with the whole helpless flock.

In the end, you only have yourself to blame. I tried to tell you he was rotten.

[scorpiosbite]

the first time drew saw actress!reader.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── when drew was forced by madelyn to come watch this new show with her and the rest of the cast he didn’t expect to have his heart captured by the mesmerising woman on the screen.

𝜗𝜚 pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey

author’s note: this takes place in 2023 during the filming of obx 4 which is when game of thrones started airing in my timeline also actress!reader is anywhere between 19-22 years old.

drew was sprawled across the couch in his hotel room, aimlessly scrolling. after a long day of filming under the hot and heavy sun of morocco, he had no intention of doing anything that required effort. his plan was to simply scroll until his eyes got heavy and he knocked out, but knowing his insomnia that wouldn’t be until the early hours of the morning.

glancing at the time displayed on his phone ten pm it read, he let out a heavy sigh, though his body ached with exhaustion, his mind would not shut off. but before he could put down his phone and try to force himself to sleep, a knock sounded on the door “yeah?”

“drew! its maddie.”

“maddie?” he spoke softly, what’s she doing up at this time. usually she was asleep the moment she got back to the hotel. “come in, its open.”

she came tumbling through the door, coming to a stop in front of the couch where he laid. drew couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched her. “what’s up?”

“drew! you gotta come watch this new show with us!” her hands were placed on her hips as she looked down at him.

drew sighed, a noise of exhaustion. “i can’t be fucked getting up, cline.” her face scrunched up, ready to dispute him.

“drew you have to! the last episode of season one just came out and i watched the first episode when it aired and it was so good that i stopped watching so that we could binge it all when the season finished!”

recognition sparked on his face. “wait is this game of thrones? i remember you saying how good the first episode was, like two months ago.”

madelyn’s face grew excited at the fact that he remembered. “yeah! please please, you have to come watch it, jd, bailey, chase, laci, rudy and austin are already in my room waiting.”

drew mulled over the idea for a moment. either he could rot in his room until his call time tomorrow or hang out with his friends and possibly watch a good show, if maddie’s high praise was anything to go by.

“yeah, alright let’s go.” he stood up from the couch, stretching his arms and grabbing his phone to follow maddie, who was already halfway out the door, unable to wait any longer.

when they arrived at her room, the first episode was already lined up on the screen, the hbo logo blaring in the dark room. drew greeted everyone and then took a seat on the spare love seat by the window. “you guys get forced too?” he questioned.

“yup.” jd breathed out. “nah i’ve been wanting to watch this, i remember hearing about it when they started filming, it’s supposed to be like super graphic and vulgar.” madison commented. “shit, really? i know nothing about this show, other than the fact that cline can’t shut up about it.” austin added. chuckles sounded across the room, and madelyn yelled from the kitchen where the popcorn she was making turned in the microwave. “y’all are about to thank me!”

drew simply sat in silence, with the amount maddie was praising this show, his skepticism grew, no way this show was that good. someone pressed play as soon as madelyn was seated, he didn’t see who. the intro song of the show blasted through the room and drew settled back into his seat.

“yo, pass me the popcorn?” chase rolled up the bag and chucked it across the room from where he was sat, drew caught it with ease.

he couldn’t lie, the show was good, fifteen minutes in and he was hooked. and just when he thought that it couldn’t get better, you came on the screen.

“holy fuck who is that?” jd’s voice rang out, but drew felt as though his voice came from somewhere far away. he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. “she’s beautiful right?” madelyn sighed out. mummers of agreement sounded from the people sitting in the room. “her name’s y/n y/l/n.”

“y/n” drew repeated to himself softly, almost as he was testing the feel of your name in his mouth. rolling the syllables on his tongue, in that moment he decided that no other word would ever compare to the way your name felt on his lips.

dressed in a flowing dress with daring cuts exposing your seemingly soft skin, he wondered what would it feel like if he ran his palms along the smooth expansion. your hair sliver, long and loose to play visenya targaryen, the last targaryen, the daughter of rhaegar targaryen and elia martell. drew felt as though no one had ever looked more stunning in the history of the world.

“drew? you all good man?” someone asked, he didn’t know who, he couldn’t hear or think of anything beyond you and the performance you were giving. “i think starkey’s got a crush.” rudy sang out, and the rest laughed. but drew couldn’t care less, too busy watching you.

they watched two more episodes and as the third episode came to an end drew finally broke out of his trance. while the rest occasionally made comments during the show drew could not tear himself away from the screen, afraid that if he looked away he would miss you.

“i gotta hand it to you, cline, i’m hooked. that shit was amazing!” carlacia grinned. “i fucking told you guys!” she retorted back. “but aside from that, starkey? what did you think?” she smirked at him.

“yeah, that was good.” drew’s body tingling “that’s it? just good? you don’t wanna talk about the moon eyes you were making every time visenya came on screen?” drew cheeks tinged pink. “yeah, she’s pretty.” “aye, shot your shot man, she’s so fine.” madison teased.

as drew made his way back to his room he looked at the time, two am, damn he didn’t even realise time had passed that quick. sliding into his bed after taking a quick shower, he couldn’t help himself but run a quick search of you on google. “fuck.” the soft curse slipping from his lips, just when he thought you couldn’t get hotter, he saw pictures of you, not in costume, naturally a brunette, he was so fucked. fuck it, he quickly searched up your name on instagram.

you were laying in bed scrolling through instagram when a notification popped up.

drewstarkey started following you. follow back?

first one, do you like it? if you do i’ll keep writing. reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated.

[nanaslutt]

gojo and vibrator overstim??? he pleasures u like crazy after u guys go to a party and he sees a lot of guys checking u out, but instead of taking it out on u he decides he just wants to worship u😭😭 and he makes u cum a lot of times dkslmds idk

When your girlfriend is too hot for her own good ft. satoru gojo x reader

this is the longest thing i’ve ever written i absolutely loved this prompt..

contains: fem reader, established relationships, whipped!gojo, jealousy, perv!npc’s, vibrators, sooooo much dirty talk, praise, like a ridiculous amount, body worship, cockwarming, overstimulation, mating press, multiple orgasms, no condoms in sight, breeding kink if u squint, squirting for the first time, domestic af

MDNI

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After Gojo finished zipping up your dress and hooking the clips at the top to secure it for you, he slapped your ass, grabbing the fat in his palms, “Goddd, i’m so fucking lucky,” he sighed dramatically.

Sliding his large hands around to the front of your body and cradling your hips, resting his head on your shoulder while he admired your current look.

Makeup applied just right, not a glitter of highlight out of place, hair styled in a way that gave his intruding eyes free roam to admire back of your neck, dress fitted perfectly to your body, accentuating every curve and dip of your perfect stature.

Opting to wear your shorter heels because knowing satoru, you two would be at this “party” for a very long time.

Everyone always wanted to talk to Satoru every time he showed himself in public. It was no suprise, considering his popularity throughout the jujutsu world from his incredible technique and strength; maybe a little from his blunt and childish personality too; and non jujutsu sourcerers we’re quick to swarm him from just his handsome looks alone.

Eyes that lit up any room, a perfectly symmetrical and slim face that looked like it had been hand chiseled from the finest stones, and his snowy white hair to top it all off. Satoru always getting asked the same question from girls and guys alike, flirtation laced in their voice when they spoke, “So, is that your natural hair color??”

His height sure didn’t help in making him any less invisible than he already wasn’t.

You two didn’t attend parties or anything of the sort too frequently though, usually only making an appearance at certain events when you had to.

This time it was a little different. Shoko had insisted on Gojo trying out this new club she started to frequent, rambling about how the ambience was just perfect; of course she didn’t fail to mention the high quality liquor they housed in the process.

Satoru hadn’t been to a club in a minute, since he started going out with you. Not seeing the need to anymore.

He only went to clubs before to let off steam after a particularly hard mission, letting some stranger dry hump him on the dance floor, or drinking some too-sweet non alcoholic drink with shoko at the bar, complaining about his day.

He never took any of the strangers home though, he just needed to get out of his head, letting the lights, shitty blaring music, and sweaty bodies overstimulate his mind for a night.

Then he found you. Perfect, sweet, little you. He found that he much rather would wrap his arms around you in the comfort of his quiet, familiar home, and lay on your breasts while you ran your fingers through his hair.

Nails raking comfortingly over his scalp as the stressors of his day melted from his brain. Why was he even stressed again?

See? This was a hundred times better than the club.

But when shoko was insistent, she was thoroughly insistent.

When you stepped through the thick doors of the establishment, guided by satoru’s comforting palm on your lower back, you couldn’t help but notice this felt a lot more lax than what you were expecting.

Music not overbearing, people mingling with each other, and weirdly seeing a lot of familiar faces in the crowd.

“Satoru, where are we right now? I thought this was a club.” you asked, tilting your head up at him while he led you in the direction of the bar, to get you something to loosen you up; he knew how you got antsy at these things sometimes.

“Ah, I didn’t explain very well did I?” he giggled, “Thisss,” gojo paused to splay his arm out in front of him, “Is where Jujutsu sourcerers come to relax!” that explains why you saw so many familiar faces…

“I think that’s why Shoko loves this place so much, people tend to stay away from her here..” pursing his lips pretending to think, “She can be quite intimidating when you know her..” he finished, shaking his head dramatically like he was trying to forget a scary memory.

“Anyways, how are you feeling sweet thing? wanna get a drink first?” Your handsome boyfriend asked you, hand still resting against your back as he gave you a little smile.

“Yeah I uh-“ looking over Gojo’s shoulder before continuing, “I think that blonde guy is trying to get your attention.” pausing your response to your boyfriend as you tipped your head forward, signaling behind gojo.

He turned his neck, shoulders perking up when his eyes focused on the man, “Yooo! How’s it goin!” Gojo waved his free hand at the man as he chirped cheerfully at him. “Was sent on a mission with him once when i was a third year, some ‘rival school bonding’ activity.” he explained.

“Looks like it worked,” you laughed, bringing your hand down to pat him on his firm behind, “You should go talk to him, it sounds like you haven’t seen him in a while.” Encouraging him, starting to slip out from his hold.

“You sure baby?” he asked, slightly pouting, not wanting you to feel awkward or neglected by yourself. God satoru was so sweet. You laughed at his antics before smiling fondly, reassuring him, “I’ll be okay toru, jus’ gonna go make myself at home on a bar stool.”

Gojo gripped your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he started off for his old acquaintance. Your heels clicked on the ground as you made your way over to the bar in the other direction satoru had gone off in.

You ordered yourself a drink, something sweet, and not too strong, just something to relax your nerves as you were now by yourself in a space you’ve never been before.

Just when you started thinking you should go make small talk with someone there, a tall man walked up to you, noticing the few buttons on his shirt undone. For some reason this made him look less intimidating; you were already walking around like there was a stick up your ass, so seeing someone look a little more laid back eased your nerves a bit.

He introduced himself, giving your figure a quick one over that you missed as you stuck your hand out for the man to shake, introducing yourself politely back.

The two of you got lost in conversation, talking about how harboring your jobs were, the only common subject you thought of to talk about with the stranger.

Gojo had made himself comfortable on the halfmoon sofa adjacent to the bar, conversing with a small crowd now, all catching up and laughing with each other.

After maybe half an hour or so, when the conversation was diverged away from him, he averted his gaze to you, watching you giggle at something the dark haired man said.

He didn’t recognize him, but he did recognize the hungry look he had on his face. The same one gojo had whenever he looked at you.

You looked completely oblivious to the man’s gaze as you continued ranting, the alcohol obviously having some affect on you, looking so relaxed while you talked to him.

Gojo couldnt take his eyes off of the scene in front of him for the life of him. People around gojo’s voices starting to become distorted at he channeled 110% of his focus onto you.

Giving a quick glance around the room and catching two guys staring at your ass. The way you were perched on the stool, body leaned into the counter a bit, making your back arch, poking your backside out in association, made you look incredibly seductive.

One of the men elbowed the other in the ribs, making him look at the sight he was witnessing; that of which being your body.

Gojo stared at them like if he tried hard enough, he could make them go blind with his mind.

Satoru would never in a million years stop you from wearing something you wanted out of the house; scandalous or not.

He loved seeing you feel good in your body, so if that meant wearing nipple pasty’s and a fishnet bodysuit out of the house? so be it, he would be in his rightful place on your hip the whole time.

But right now, he really wished everyone would stop looking at what was his.

He knew you looked good, you always did, but that didn’t give these sleazeball’s the right to oggle you like a piece of meat.

Bringing his attention back to you and the man you were conversing with, he noticed his hand had placed itself on the side of your stool, dangerously close to your thigh.

His lip twitched at the thought of his filthy hands touching your sacred body.

Giving a one over to the people around him once more and realizing that a lot more than just the man you were talking to and the 2 sluts objectifying you in the corner were passing glances at you.

“Gojo? you good?” His old acquaintance asked skeptically when he realized the veins looked like they were threatening to burst in gojos hands as he squeezed at the arm of the sofa.

Satoru stood up without saying so much as a goodbye to the people he was with, not caring about how rude or disrespectful he came off, as he quickly made his way over to your side of the room.

“Haha, I agree,” the man laughed a little to hard at something you said that truthfully wasn’t all that funny, “Mind if I get you another drink cute thing? Looks like you finished that one.” he flirted.

Finally picking up at his flirtations you started to reply, “Oh! uh.” uncomfortably shifting in your seat at the pet name, suddenly way to aware of his hand on your stool next to your leg. When did it even get there?

Looking over to where Satoru was supposed to be, eyes widening slightly, when the familiar face was nowhere to be found.

“Sorry cute thing, did i scare ya?” gojo mimicked the man across from you, staring daggers into his eyes with his intimidating orbs as he wrapped his arms around your body, large frame towering behind you.

“Satoru! jus’ figured you went to the bathroom or somethin’” you said, rubbing his hand that was placed on your torso with your thumb affectionately.

“Uh we were having a conversation.” the man interrupted your affections to one another, not listening to Satoru’s very obvious hints that you were not on the market. He figured he would make it a little more obvious for the strangers dense little head.

“Sorry buddy, i’m not feeling too well right now, so I need my cute little girlfriend to take me home.” emphasizing the nature of your relationship as he pouted his lip fakely at him.

“Not feelin good toru?” you asked, turning your neck around to look at him, face full of concern.

He felt his heart skip a beat at your worried tone. “Yeah ‘m sorry baby, you looked like you were havin a good time, but I really wanna get outta here.” overwhelming eyes glancing over the room, scaring off each and every last person’s ravenous stares on your body.

You stood up, smoothing out your dress as gojo fell into position like always, hand on the slope of your back as he crouched down to lay his head on your shoulder dramatically, trying to get you to baby him.

It worked, your hand coming up to ruffle his hair, “It’s alright toru, my conversation here was just wrapping up.” you referred to the man who unbeknownst to you was trying to come onto you throughout this whole interaction.

Sticking his tongue out childishly at the man when you weren’t looking, the two of you started for the door.

Gojo never got self conscious about himself, but you were different. He didn’t realize how much he really hated people looking at you like you were nothing but a body until you were in situations like these.

He wasn’t scared you would leave him for someone else but…ok maybe he was slightly scared you would leave him for someone else.

He’s the great Gojo Satoru!! The strongest sorcerer of the modern age!! People think he wasn’t aware of how obnoxious his personality got sometimes, but he was. He was aware of it being a turn off for many people.

He never thought that you would feel like that about him though, but seeing all of these admittedly attractive people who possibly had less annoying tendencies than him made him hold your body against him tighter.

“Are you feeling alright satoru? you never wanna leave these things early.” you asked, coming to stand in front of him when you finally exited the building. Standing on your tippy toes to reach his forehead, placing the back of your hand against it to feel if he was coming down with something.

Gojo relished in your warm hand against his soft skin, closing his eyes at the contact and groaning when you pulled away. “M fine, people just have fucking staring problems.” he mumbled under his breath.

“Huh?” you asked confused when he didn’t elaborate. Gojo grabbed your hand, dragging you in the direction of the car.

The walk was a short one. When you finally arrived, he opened got door for you, helping you into the car as he shut it behind you, walking around to his respective side of the car and sliding in before turning on the ignition, pulling out onto the dark street.

You rubbed your hand on his thigh comfortingly when he stayed silent.

“You love me right?” He spoke up, uncharacteristically insecure.

“You big dope, did you get jealous watchin me talk to someone else all night? You left me first remember?” hand coming up briefly to pinch his cheek, making him groan, before dropping back down to his thigh.

“Course I love you.” you admitted truthfully. 

“Ugghhhhh” gojo groaned loudly, slightly tipping his head back, being sure to keep his eyes on the road when he did so, “but he was practically fucking you with his eyesss.” drawling our his words childishly, pouting over at you.

“He what?” you asked in bewilderment.

“So oblivious baby, you need to be more careful, someone besides your big strong boyfriend might try to eat you up one day” grimacing slightly as he shook his head at your lack of picking-up-when-people-wanna-fuck-you radar.

“What kinda of weird things are you imagining in that head of yours, huh?” letting out a short laugh at his ridiculousness, retracting your hand back into your own lap.

“I’m seriousss,” he whined, glancing over at you, “He was lookin at you like he could fuck you better than I do.”

You almost choked on your spit at his words, “Satoru gojo!” you chastised at his bluntness.

Now it was his turn to drop his hand onto your thigh, squeezing the fat there when he spoke, “I’ll prove him wrong when we get home, gonna show him how much better I can make you feel.” He said, determination, laced in his voice.

“Satoru I don’t even remember his name.” You replied honestly, not denying that his promise sounded very intriguing though, still internally scoffing at his childishness in the current situation.

“Bet he remembers yours.” Making a point to slide his big hand higher up your thigh.

“Bet he memorized every inch of your body too, fucking undressing what’s mine with his eyes, who does he think he is.” gripping your thigh tightly as he got angry at his own words.

You gasped quietly, thighs squeezing together almost unnoticeably at gojos rough treatment of your leg.

"T-toru you're making stuff up again. You stuttered out, watching his jaw clench under the pressure of his teeth pressing tightly together inside his closed mouth.

Satoru ignored your words completely as he kept voicing his thoughts, "He wouldn't have any idea how to touch you like I do."

"Satoru, please." You begged, starting to feel yourself grow wet at his dirty words.

"What is it princess? The thought of me touchin' you getting you all excited?" Finally stopping his chatter about the unwanted man.

"Yes, please for the love of god stop talking." you gripped his wrist connected to his hand that was still tightly on your thigh.

"But I love making you feel good baby, wanna make you feel good all the time." He wines. You drop your gaze down to his lap and notice the massive tent in his pants, twitching every so often.

He really wasn't lying when he said he loves making you feel good. Figuring that part of the culprit for his huge boner was gojo's own words, working himself up for no reason. Not like you were complaining, as it was sounding like you were about get the best dick of your life soon.

Satoru had nothing to prove to anyone in your eyes, but in his, he had multiple faces burning into his retinas of people from the club that he wanted to line up in front of his king bed, and make them watch while he showed them how to properly treat someone like you.

"You make me feel so good satoru, dont think anyone's denying that, but ur makin' me feel all needy, please shut ur mouth till we get home. Don't know if I can take it." You whine, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand.

He giggled, retracting his hand from your thigh, opting to place his elbow agasint the center console, grinning as he shut himself up, cock still throbbing for attention against his zipper.

The rest of the car ride was silent, air palpable, and thick with the need you both had for each other. When the car came to a park in his garage, he calmly slid out of the car, shutting the door behind him. Walking at a steady pace over to your side of the car while you waited patiently, hands crossed in your lap as you swallowed harshly.

When he slung your door open his hand came into your view, placing your palm in his larger one, he assisted you out of the car, shutting the door behind you. He let you walk in front of him, trailing closely behind you.

Getting your keys out of your purse, you flipped through them, trying to find the one that led to satoru's garage door, shaky hands trying to steady themselves when you felt Gojo press himself against your back.

You felt his clothed boner press against your ass first, followed by his hands sliding over your lower stomach, eyes rolling back at the feeling. Then you felt his plush lips against your neck, leaving soft kisses down the sensitive skin as you fought your brain to work properly so you could insert the key into the door and get on with him.

He whimpered your name into your neck, followed by a "hurry" right when you successfully cracked the door open.

Gojo swiftly spun your body around, pinning you against the door and shutting it in the process, pressing his chest to yours as he assulted your lips with kisses, moaning against you.

He slotted his thick thigh between yours, forcing a whimper out of your mouth as he undid the hooks to your dress on the nape of your neck.

"Bedroom" you managed to get out in between kisses. He started removing his tie, quickly undoing the top 2 of his dress shirt buttons, and pulling you backwards with him when he started for the bedroom.

The light of the night seeping in from his floor to ceiling window wall being the only light the two of you had to be able to navigate through his large house.

You whimpered his name into his mouth, cursing when he slid your zipper down your back while you made your way to the bedroom. You kicked the fabric off your body and he leaned down to scoop you up in his arms, now having unobstructed access to your body.

Wrapping your legs around his hips, panty-clad cunt grinding into the rough material of his pants when you bounced along his body as he walked. "Need you," he muttered against your lips between kisses. while he reached a heavy hand around your back and expertly snapped off your bra.

Bumping you both into the wall quite a few times, easing the tension a bit and making you both giggle into the kiss, before he finally made it to the destination of his bedroom.

Plopping your back down on the bed, legs still tightly wrapped around his hips. Gojo started needily humping against your heat, hand coming down to undo his belt quickly.

"Fuck me satoru." you moaned into his mouth. Gojo had to slap himself mentally at that, gaining a sliver of his rational brain back. He had something he wanted to do before he fucked you good.

"I will baby, I will. don't worry" gojo left his promise all over your lips.

Finding his zipper with ease he slid the metal down, leaning back from your frame to try and slide his pants off, proving to be a challenge when your legs stayed wrapped tightly on his hips.

"Gotta let me go so I can get ready for you princess." He smirked. Your eyes were lidded, face flushed, and lips swollen from his lips assault. Breathing heavily you whispered out an "ok" before dropping your legs against the mattress.

"Such a good girl." Gojo praised, sliding his pants and boxers off in one swift motion, long curved cock flopping up against his abdomen with a wet "plp" sound from he dripping tip. His cock looked so angry, the tip a darker shade of pink than it usually was from how aroused he was right now. Nothing but the thought of pleasing you on his brain.

You pressed your knees together in front of him, trying to relive some of the neediness you were feeling between your thighs at the sight of his thick cock. Your eyes flitted between his deliciously curved member, and his beautiful eyes when he leaned over you again, sliding his fingers underneath the fabric of the panties resting on your hip, and sliding them off of you.

Satoru groaned out loud when the cloth peeled away from your cunt. The part that cupped your mound sticking to your skin from how your wetness had seeped through in anticipation.

"Haven't even done anything yet and you're so fucking wet." he moaned, balling up the panties in his hand and throwing them in the pile he was creating, currently made up of just his pants and boxers, making a mental note to keep that specific pair to himself after this.

Undoing the last couple of his dress shirt buttons he let it drape off his large frame sensually, joining the mess on the floor, leaving him completely nude. You yourself were not fairing any better, having been stripped naked in the hall, expensive dress forgotten somewhere in the living room.

Placing his hands on your kneecaps, he spread you open for him, staring hungrily down at your cunt, shaking his head at his disbelief when he saw the slick practically gushing out of your little hole, clenching around nothing.

"Please do something." You begged. Gojo didn't waste any more time, he wrapped his hands around your hips, and placed his back against the headboard in a sitting position, plopping you down on top of him, smaller hands pressing themselves against his pecs.

His cock throbbed, hovering right under your pussy. If he just thrust his hips up slightly, it might accidentally slip in.

"Want you to face away from me, and sit yourself on my dick." He requested, "Dont worry about movin' jus want you to take it all in yourself." He comforted.

Gojo never got tired of watching you struggle to take in his ridiculous size, little moans and cries slipping out between your lips as your face scrunched in pleasure, tears forcing their way down your cheeks. The latter reaction he unfortunately wouldn't be able to witness this time, as you started into action.

Turning your naked chest away from him; much to his dismay; bracing your feet on the bed, one hand coming back to stabilize yourself against his hard abs while you used the other to align his impossibly hard cock with your tiny hole.

Rubbing the tip and his precum alike against your enterance, before your other hand came down to hold your weight against his abs, cock sliding into you with litte resistance thanks to how wet you both were.

"F-fuuuuck 's so big," You whined, tipping your head back and squeezing your eyes shut at the stretch. Gojo bit his lip, hand gripping bruisingly into your hip, relishing in your warm walls constricting around his cock.

"I knoww, takin it so good though princess, just like you always do," He praised, rubbing his fingertips against your skin as he kept talking you through it. Both of you letting out a groan together when you finally bottomed out on his cock.

You let your weight off of your feet and hands when Satoru placed his own on the bed, slinging your legs over his thighs, and making you hold your legs open for him as he placed kisses to the back of your head, "Did so good baby, took the whole thing so fucking good." His words made you clench around him, a feeling he didn't miss, as he smiled against your scalp.

"Satoru...move," you pleaded, noticing how he was staying still. He told you not to move, so you didn't, but you didn't know if you could take it if he only wanted to cockwarm you right now.

"Patience baby," Your body moved with his slightly when he leaned his body sideways, cracking open the bedside drawer and pulling out a baby blue bullet vibrator, clicking the toy on to make sure it was charged, before clicking it beck off when it successfully vibrated strongly between his fingers.

"Gonna make you feel so good princess," Confused at the brief buzzing sound you heard, about to voice your question when you felt the buzzing this time.

Gojo had pressed the vibrator against the inside of your thigh, slowly dragging it up and down your skin teasingly.

“T-toru- what are u doin?” you asked in a small voice, legs twitching, threatening to close in on themselves if it wasn’t for your hands keeping them open.

“Gonna worship you baby, just lay there n keep those legs spread for me ok?” His tall stature meant that even sitting, he still towered over you. This gave him a great view of everything.

Staring down at you he could see the side of your face; and the blush that covered it; the way your body folded, your wetness sticking against your inner thighs. Gojo was in heaven.

Using his free hand, he splayed his massive palm out right under your breast, keeping you pressed against his body.

He felt your pussy twitch around his cock steadily, feeling the heartbeat in your walls as you continued rubbing the soft silicone that coated the vibrator, over your skin.

The continuous pulsing around his shaft was making him dizzy, eyelids drooping heavily on his face, body buzzing with warmth and arousal at the situation.

His teasing finally ceased when he heard you whimper out his name sweetly, begging for the last time without words that you needed him to do something.

Placing the vibrator on its lowest setting against the hood of your clit softly, rubbing it in small circles over the nub. Gojo alternated between the latter motion and pressing it directly against your clit, pushing the hood of your clit out of the way, being forced to make room for the toy.

Your stomach clenched, body jerking in on itself when the toy touched a particular part of your pussy, and the stimulation became a little too much.

“o-oh my go-d toruuu,” you whined. Gojo’s watchful eyes never left his ministrations on your clit, absolutely enthralled with the scene in front of him. “looks like that feels so fucking good,” he moaned into the shell of your ear, wincing when your walls squeezed around his cock like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth.

“s-oo good f-fuck.” your breathily moans filled the air as you tipped your head back on his shoulder. He quickly started pressing little kisses all over your cheeks as you shut your eyes, letting him take care of you.

“That’s right, let go for me baby, I got you.” he softly whispered against your cheek, diverting his eyes back on your pussy. If he looked close enough he could see the way your opening squeezed around him, the sight being almost too erotic to handle.

“Keep your body against me baby,” he said before he left his hold on your torso and joined it down between your thighs with his other hand.

Using a couple thick fingers, he traced around the opening of your cunt, feeling how the soft flesh was pulled taught to make room for his girth.

“That t-ickles,” you wined, feeling him make a V shape with his index and middle fingers, rubbing them around where the base of his cock and your pussy met.

“Does it only tickle?” he asked, proving your words wrong when he pressed the vibrator harder against you, the buzzing sensation making your toes curl.

“So erotic..” he let out a little giggle, “Wish you could see this right now.” he continued, drawing little shapes on your clit and rubbing around the rim of your cunt, “Pussy is stretched to the limits while she’s huggin my cock.” he spoke, amazed.

You whined at his dirty words, silently wishing he would shut his big mouth, but not daring to say it out loud. His words not-so-secretly making you even wetter.

His cock had been leaking steadily into you throughout this entire interaction. Balls tightening with the need to release his seed inside you, to really fill you up and mark you internally as his.

Gojo closed his eyes, relishing in the intamacy, pressing his plush lips to your neck and sucking, leaving little bruises all over the expanse of your neck that he could reach.

After a while, he noticed your breath had started to pick up, cunt squeezing him continuously now instead of pulsing, “T-toru, think i-i’m gonna cum.” you whined softly, tilting your head towards him, making his raise his from his place against your neck, and stare into your eyes.

He smiled, already knowing from what your body was telling him before you spoke. “Go ahead baby, want feel you cum around my dick, you deserve it.” he spoke sweetly.

As much as he wanted to watch your pussy when it gushed out around him, right now he was so enthralled with your face. The both of you staring at each other, breathing heavily, your expression was pulled in an aroused pout, while his lips were formed in a smile.

You knew this orgasm was going to be a big one, stomach tingling with a stronger sensation than normal. Internally panicking slightly before you spoke, “f-feels d-ifferent toru.” you warned.

“Feel kinda like ur gunna pee?” he knowingly questioned. It took every molecule in his body to not cum when you nodded your head twords him, “Aww ‘s ok princess, just let it out okay? promise it’s gonna feel so fucking good.” he encouraged.

You were about to squirt. This was something he thought about in the back of his mind every time he fucked you. Always wishing that when you came, something else would come out too.

You were squirming around in his hold at the unfamiliar feeling coiling itself in your tummy. The steady buzzing and delicious circles he was keeping up on your clit only increasing the intensity of it.

Feeling yourself begin to tip over the edge, you hurried out your words, “T-toru, kiss meee, p-please,” needing him to help you through the sensation that was about to come.

“I got you, I got you.” he giggled, pressing his lips to yours, messily tonguing the inside of your mouth while your moans raised it pitch, whimpering into his cavern.

“mhm, mhmmm,” he encouraged, as he started thrusting his hips up, fucking his dick in and out of you, helping you feel even better as his tip beat repeatedly against your gspot.

Your mouth stopped cooperating, jaw going slack as you felt your orgasm start to wreck you. Eyes rolling back in your head as the waves of your high washed over you, “yesyesyes,” gojo groaned out laughing, feeling the first trickles of your squirt spray out around him.

You were moaning so loud, broke cries of his barely coherent name leaving your mouth as he quickly rubbed the vibrator back and forth across your clit.

Balls finally releasing his seed into you at the feeling and visual of your squirt absolutely drenching the sheets underneath the two of you.

He groaned into the air, breathy laughs mixing in with them while he humped each and every last rope of his cum into your womb, pressing his balls hard against your ass when he thrusted inside.

“Holy shittt,” he dragged out when he started to come down from arguably one of the best orgasms he’s ever had in his life.

“That was so fucking hot, good job baby,” bringing his attention back your face, leaving sloppy wet kisses all over your cheeks, licking up the tears that had fallen.

You looked so fucked out, chest heaving, and cunt twitching around him in the aftershocks, eyes fluttering at the intensity in which you just came.

“You did so fucking well, how did that feel?” he asked? Giving yourself a second to catch your breath before you spoke, you mumbled out, “intense.”

“Awww I bet, looked like it felt so good to let it out though, pussy almost snapped my dick off with that one.” he giggled into your cheek.

“Thank you toru, needed that.” you spoke breathlessly.

“Don’t thank me just yet sweet thing” he said. You cracked your eyes open when you felt him slide out from underneath you, situating you in the missionary position.

Gojo placed the breifly forgot about vibrator back on your oversensitive clit, making your legs squeeze around his hips as he used the tips of his fingers to guide his still hard cock back into your warmth.

“Fuck! S-satoru what are you doing?” you panicked as painful pleasure started wracking your body, trying to jerk and jolt away from the stimulation.

“J-jus came ‘m s-sensitiveee.” you whined, fat tears rolling down your face as he started a rough pace, fucking his cock into your gspot, making your words break up when you spoke.

“Cuming just once isn’t enough for my pretty babyyy, you deserve more than that,” abandoning the vibrator for a second to push your thighs against your head, and placing your ankles over his shoulders as he put you in a mean mating press.

“C-cant t-take it.” you voiced in between thrusts, pussy spasming uncontrollably around his fat cock. Once gojo had manhandled you where he wanted you, he placed the bullet back on your puffy clit, making you scream out.

You were feeling so overwhelmed, thighs burning from being pushed to the limits in flexibility, feeling his weight crush you while he bullied his cock into your drenched walls, and the toy? You swore this would be the night gojo killed you during sex.

“Just let yourself feel it baby, relax your body for me let me do allll the work.” he spoke, trying to reassure you as he dropped his gaze to where the two of you were connected, loud squelches emitting from him fucking into you at how wet you were, gojo feeling lightheaded seeing the thick ring of cum at the base of his dick.

Without warning he felt you squeeze around his length impossibly tight, feeling something spray against his abdomen, realizing you were squirting again.

“Yeaahhhh fuck, that’s what I wanted to see.” He brought back his hips before slamming them into you harder, feeling impossibly aroused seeing this new orgasm crash over you a second time.

Your moans and protests were incoherent at this point, tears and drool covering your face as he fucked you through another intense high.

Satoru started to feel himself reach his peak again but he needed to see that one more time before he allowed himself release.

“Good girl, gooooood fucking girl.” he praised at your lack of resistance when your body went lax against him.

You gave up on fighting the pleasure, really letting your brain go numb at the feeling of, well, everything. There was so much going on, his lips would be on your neck one second, tongue in your mouth the next, babbling some dirty talk you were too fucked out to comprehend.

The vibrator was being slid all over your folds with no rhythm, but it felt so fucking good.

“Cmon you can do it, one more time baby just one more time, need to feel you squirt around me, please.” he begged.

Gojo was fucking you both stupid at this point, he was drooling, feeling so fucking pussydrunk as he mindlessly thrusted his cock in and out of your wetness.

Quickly and sloppily sliding the bullet over your clit one last time before he heard you whimper out a warning of your orgasm, impressed you were still able to form words at this point.

His jaw dropped as he came with you, electricity zapping down his spine feeling you gush around him while he stuffed you full, his moans were so needy and high pitched, overstimulating himself by rolling his hips into yours, making sure your cunt swallowed every drop of his cum.

“F-fuck, loveyousomuch.” he slurred, dropping his entire weight against your folded body, making your tendons scream at the stretch.

“S-satoru..hurts.” you voiced, successfully getting him to lean back, letting your legs drop onto the sheets, thighs and toes tingling when the blood started to circulate through them again.

“God you’re fucking amazing, hope u felt as good as I did.” He murmured into your chest.

“are u kidding? almost died.” you whispered, brain still tingling while you gained your braincells back slowly.

He wrapped his strong arms around your body, keeping his softening cock snug inside you, his chest pressed against your was firmly.

You both relished in the feeling for awhile, intertwining your legs and feet together against the bed, wanting to feel this intamacy for a little longer before you ultimately had to clean up.

“So…think club guy could make you cum harder than that?” he spoke into your breasts.

Using your arms to gather all of the strength you had left, placing your sweaty hands on his cheeks, making him raise his head to look up at you, “Satoru,” you chastised, “don’t ruin this.” falling into a fit of giggles when he groaned in defeat, sending vibrations through your lungs.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

nerd!rafe isn’t as innocent as you thought he was..

Warnings: smut, choking, popular!reader x nerd!rafe, cowgirl position, sub!rafe…

MDNI

MASTERLIST

When you first decided to hook up with your nerdy, but extremely hot tutor, you didn’t expect it to be this good.

You were on top, your hands splayed on his chest as you let out soft moans that were like music to his ears, his glasses falling to the bridge of his nose.

You looked gorgeous on top of him, and Rafe thinks that he wouldn’t mind if he died like this.

Your hands traveled up, deciding to test the waters as you slide it up to his throat, the way his cock throbbed in your walls and the way his eyes shut not being missed by you.

You quirked an eyebrow at the boy, a small grin on your face. “No way.”

His eyes shot open, his cheeks blushing a shade of dark red. He attempted to find an explanation, but it got lost in his throat when you stared down at him like that, putting both hands on his neck now, pushing down, and choking him.

The way his hips unwillingly bucked up and the way his balls felt like they were about to burst were a tell tale sign that he was enjoying this.

“Who knew Rafe Cameron was such a freak?” You teased, watching his hands leave your hips and go to the hands you had on his neck.

Maybe, just maybe, Rafe cameron isn’t the sweet, innocent boy who’s never felt the touch of a woman that everyone else pictures him as.

You grinded down on his cock faster, a small smirk on your face as you felt his hot, warm seed shoot into your womb before you could cum. He felt embarrassed underneath you, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration and his cheeks red.

“Shit, Rafe-“ you murmured out,the grip on his throat tightening as you chased your own release, riding out your high with a loud moan and a sigh.

You took your hands off of his neck, both of you catching your breaths, him staring up at you with wide eyes while he fixed his glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose.

“I-I-“ he started, you smiling down at him, him clearing his throat, forgetting what he was saying.

“You know, we should do some more… tutoring some time. How does… next weekend sound?” You asked him while you stood up, getting up off his cock. He let out a low wince before speaking.

“Yeah- next weekend sounds- sounds perfect.” He stammered and nodded, sitting up and beginning to put his clothes on.

“Can’t wait.” You told him when you stood at the doorway, giving him a smile and getting on the tips of your toes, kissing his cheek before you waved goodbye.

ew I hate this