#To just slam him against a damn wall and fuck him senseless..

[gaywhorellective]

Hh… God, I keep thinking about little ‘accidents’. Accidentally slipping two fingers into his slit.. Accidentally grinding against him while cuddling… Maybe somehow accidentally pushing my cock into him and start achingly thrusting…. Desperate but trying to hold it together… Hhh… -Ultimatewarrior

[trevorsgodmother]

【𝑩𝑺𝑭𝑩!𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺】 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹- Blurb 🌪

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, semi-public (?), swearing, bit of overstimulation, slightly Pervy!Chris, pet names, praising POV: First person(reader) Summary: Y/N gets caught changing by her best friend's brother...

I pull off my shirt, shoving it into my bag before grabbing my pyjama top. I button it all the way up, glancing at Nick's bathroom door, where he'd just gone to shower. I'd left his bedroom door open while I changed, knowing that the only other person in the house at the time could walk in at any moment...

I slide my jeans down my legs, then fold them carefully to prevent creases. As I'm putting them into my bag, standing only in my lace panties, i don't hear footsteps coming up the stairs. "Hey Nick-" Chris' words halt to a stop. I whirl around, my cheeks turning red. He doesn't look away though. His gaze travels up and down my exposed legs and underwear in a way which makes my stomach coil. "Um...did you need something?" I ask nervously. He licks his lips. "...nevermind. Y'know...it's kinda a bad idea to change with the door wide open. Anyone could just walk in." I bite my lip, wondering if I should do it. I open my mouth, and say the boldest thing I could think of. "What if I wanted someone to walk in?" His eyes darken, the bright blue being replaced by black. He stalks forward, and pins me against the wall of Nick's room. "You're a bold thing aren't you ma? Wanted me to walk in, didn't ya?" I swallow, the height difference making my head feel light. I nod slowly, and Chris' lips curl into a smirk. "Damn...that's pretty hot. Almost as hot as you right now." I whine at his words, and his patience snaps. He kisses me roughly, mouth working against mine. His hand grips my wrist as he drags me over to Nick's desk, spinning me around and bending me over it. Space Camp lip balms scatter onto the floor (Nick I am so, so sorry).

I hear the sound of his sweatpants hitting the ground, and my panties get ripped off me, exposing my wetness to the cool air. I gasp, and Chris lets out a sigh. "Fuck...already so wet for me, huh? Gotta be quick, don't want your 'bestie' to see me fucking you on his desk, do we ma?" I shake my head no. He grasps my hips, grinding against me slightly, the skin to skin contact with his erection making me let out a moan. "Shhh...be quiet. Yeaaa, good girll..." He groans.

"You ready f'me?" He whispers in my ear. I nod, seemingly speechless. "Words. Are you ready?" "Yes Chris-" "That's it..." He lines himself up with my glistening entrance. I hold my breath, and manage to only whimper as he eases into me. Heat immediately pools in my stomach as he starts moving, gaining speed with every thrust of his hips. I gasp and whine, cheek against the desk and drool spilling onto it. Chris grunts and mutters out praises as he fucks me senseless, his tip hitting my sweet spot perfectly. "Shiitt...so good...feelin' so tight, and all wet f'me, only f'me..." The lewd sounds of skin against skin, squelching and us holding back our sounds only makes it harder for me to hold back.

My hands grip the edges of the wood tightly. "Chris- Chris i'm gunna, gunna-" "Gunna cum for me ma? Yea, let go pretty girl, you got it-" I let out a strangled moan as i cum around his length, him letting out a hiss as my walls clamp down. My eyes squeeze shut while he chases his own release, slamming into me at a rapid rate which makes my thighs quiver. "Chris- too much- TOO MUCH." "Almost done, fuck- almost-" Chris' words get cut off by a guttural groan as he cums inside me, filling me to the brim. I gasp and pant as he pulls out, and uses tissues on the desk to wipe me up. "You good ma?" I nod, standing up on wobbly legs to see his smug grin. He leans in, gives me a soft kiss then murmurs. "You might have to take a shower after Nick..." I roll my eyes, still catching my breath. "No shit. You also owe me new underwear." He sighs dramatically. "Fine, I'll venmo you 100. Buy something nice so I can rip it off you again, yea?" My cheeks burn. "Shut- shut up."

Chris grins, blows me a kiss and slips downstairs. I've barely pulled up my sleep shorts before Nick comes out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam. He sits on his bed nonchalantly, not noticing the events that had occured minutes before he came back. I let out a sigh of relief. "Nick, imma take a quick shower, ok?" He looks up from his phone. "Yea, that's alright." I grab my towel and turn quickly, but before I can shut the door I hear him gasp. "WHY THE FUCK IS MY SPACE CAMP ALL OVER THE FLOOR??"

A/N: I've been writing my smut fic for like a day now and am almost done, this is what y'all get in the meantime! I lowkey think it could've been better, but i'm focusing all my horny energy on the upcoming fic lol. It's also my first smutshot ever, so feedback is very appreciated! Please don't steal 🙏😔. Taglist: @hearts4werka Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3

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[bendydudeinc]

Hello, it’s bendydude absolutely wasted and thinking about Atsushi in heat and fucking me senseless with the prompt “keep your eyes on me.”

Inspired off of:

Please bear with me uh

Atsushi x AFAB nonbinary reader

Warnings: smutty smut smut breeding kink, praising / I have a voice kink, …..slight daddy kink? I get called baby, mutt I think, and shit something else accidentally just deleted it

Not really proof read !

I claw onto his back to try and ground myself, legs locked at the ankles around his waist and head thrown back onto the pillows. I’ll probably be sore tomorrow from all the manhandling. He snaps his hips harshly against mine in response, growling quietly in my ear. He trails his fangs teasingly over my neck, letting the tips drag into my skin and leave red marks, then, sinking them into my skin. He had summoned his tigers arms and legs to give him more control and power behind his thrusts, and man forgets his own damn strength I stg. He grips my hips hard, keeping me at that angle that makes me start to cry from how overwhelming it is, his cock completely destroying my insides. He gasps, letting out a loud choked moan, crying into the crook of my neck as he cums hard inside of me, slamming his hips against mine one last time and growling as my walls clench around him. I lost count how many times both of us had cum after 5.

And oh man- his beautiful sounds and whines-

“F-fuck yeah! *pant* Take it! Take my cum! gonna- *pant* fill you up baby…fill you up so pretty..”

He has the tiger dwelling inside of him to thank for his almost unnatural stamina during heat. He kept his dick inside of me, definitely not done yet. He watches with a grin as I pant and tremble, legs feeling like they might just fall off. And just when I think I may be getting a real break, he sees the mark he left on my neck with his fangs, and lightly runs his finger across it. I whimper his name in broken syllables, eyes glistening, and he goes crazy again. I gasp and whine in overstimulation as he slowly starts to thrust again.

“Jus- one more? Please baby~? G-gotta, ngh! Gotta make sure you’re nice and stuffed~”

He bends me so my back is arched farther, and I swear I mewl at the way his dick nudges past what I thought possible. My eyes roll back and close in ecstasy. A deep tone from Atsushi snaps me back to his gaze as his thrusts become frantic yet again. His tiger claws dig into my thigh and his other hand grips my chin to make me look back at him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” His yellow eyes glow, staring deep into mine, as if reading my soul. I nod, liking the idea of seeing my boyfriends feral expressions as he fucks me full. And that, he does. His cock twitches as he grabs both of my legs, pushing them up slowly to the sides of my head and thrusting again before I have time to be surprised. We both cry out in pleasure, and he smirks as he watches my face contort in bliss.

But oh, HIS face would be magnificent.

He whimpers again and again through clenched teeth as his eyebrows furrow in. He rests his forehead on mine and moans out, cursing loudly. He’s close again. He starts a brutal pace, gripping my ankles tightly and practically folding me. My gaze turns hazy as I stare up at the pussy drunk man in heat above me. I feel my face turning red as we make the lewdest faces at each other. The quick, slap slap slap slap of our cum meeting between our hips being the only thing almost as loud as our moans. He hisses, holding onto his orgasm and snaking a hand down, rubbing a pad against my clit. Im seeing stars, screaming as he forces me to continue facing him when we cum together.

We’re both a panting mess. He’s collapsed on top of me, giving his tiger form a rest as I plant a kiss on his nose, cheek, and forehead. Then, one gently on his lips. He smiles softly, staring down at my lips before capturing them in a slow, passionate kiss that has me squirming under him.

“Fuck. Kiss me like that again and we’re going again honey.”

I grin, “I think we both know we’re going again anyway.”

[junkpuppet225]

warning: smut, p in v, oral female receiving, cursing - all the good stuff. 18+ Minors DNI Readers younger by half. Daddy issues not mentioned. Richie’s a ghost simp. Uh, there’s like a mention of potential grape without the g later on (haven’t got quite that far yet but working on it) but it probably wasn’t going to happen. Doesn’t stop Richie from sending out the goons. Nobody fucks with pookie.

word count: lots plus there’s gonna be more.

summary: You and Richie have been working together for a while now and you knew better than to hookup with him but he’s just to god damn irresistible. Hooking up and arguing are what you both specialize in until something changes.

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It wasn’t Sydney who held a knife to Richie’s chest one particularly shitty day at The Original Beef of Chicagoland - it was you but you’d never be so cruel as to bring up his daughters name in an argument so when he makes his usual smart ass remark (about who only knows what) and you turn your knife on him he doesn’t call you a bitch. He calls you sweetheart and that’s much worst. Even if you secretly love the pet name it sets you off when he says it because it isn’t just for you. He calls every pretty girl that crosses his path sweetheart and the thought narrows your eyes further.

“Oh—-, you gonna stab me sweetheart?”

“Fuck you Richie.”

“You wish.”

“Such a smart ass.” You snap and slam the knife down on the counter so you don’t accidentally (or purposely) slit his throat. That night after everyone’s gone home and he’s fucking you senseless against the biting brick of the wall in the alley behind the restaurant you make sure to pull his hair - hard but like typical Richie it just turns him on more as he moans against your throat.

“You wanna hurt me sweetheart?” His words are soft against your skin - sending a shiver of pleasure to your core as he lifts your hips to sink into you deeper and a gasp escapes you. You loosen your fingers from the back of his hair gripping his shoulders as he thrust into you deeply, warm lips brushing against your throat. “‘Cause you’re makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good.”

Richie buries his face in the bend of your shoulder with a groan, feeling you tighten around him as a deep moan rattles in his chest and you cling to him. “That’s it sweetheart, f-fuck—-, that’s it… feels so fucking good baby.”

Your fingers return to his hair tugging gently this time as he lifts his ocean eyes to yours. The emotions swirling in his beautiful gaze don’t belong here - you are not trying to fall in love with some middle aged man in the back alley of a sloppy ass sandwich shop but you can’t bring yourself to hurt him again, keeping your grip in his hair light as he fucks up into you desperately - coming a moment later with a whimper against your lips.

Then he helps you down to your feet, even helps you adjust your clothes and runs a hand into your soft hair as he studies you before he’s pulling a cigarette out and lighting it quickly. You stand beside him sharing the smoke for another minute and then without even a see you tomorrow you’re headed to The L alone.

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“Okay there we go. Thats better. That’s a good picture.”

Monday morning Tina’s studying a photo on Richie’s phone that’s apparently of the woman he took out on a date over the weekend and you can’t help but roll your eyes as you slip behind him grasping his hip as he steps back into you accidentally.

“Behind.”

“Shit—-, sorry sweetheart.” Richie mutters - all but ignoring you as Tina assures him his date has nice eyes and you storm through the kitchen forcing yourself not to listen to his reply as you disappear out front to restock the napkins. Why do you care if Richie goes on a date? You don’t want to date him. You don’t even want to talk to him you silently assure yourself slamming the napkin holder a little too hard as the corner catches your finger and you growl in frustration.

In the kitchen Richie is still going on and on about his date as Sydney and Tina try to work around him each becoming more frustrated by the minute. “No sense of humor, ya know? Even worse she’s got no sense of Chicago history.” Richie mutters glancing to the front as he spots you standing with your finger in your mouth - eyebrows pulling together as you study the small bruise forming on its tip. The way the bright morning sun shines through the front glass cast you in warm light - illuminating your gaze as it lifts to him slowly.

“She does have beautiful eyes though.” He assures himself - no longer thinking about the drab woman who sat across from him Saturday night with no personality wearing too much perfume.

“Five minutes till open chefs.” Carmy mutters in passing as you return to the kitchen doing your best not to look at Richie. You don’t have it in you to argue with him because if he brings up his date you’ll lose what little grasp you have on your feelings for him and possibly stab him or burst into tears or both at the thought of him spending time with another woman. “You good, chef?” Carmy asks quietly, giving you his full attention as you nod - turning your face to his as a smile pulls at your lips.

Carmy is cute and sweet, even chill - for the most part. You wouldn’t have to argue with him everyday just to get something from him. Plus he’s way closer to you in age - so why does the loud mouthed grandpa standing a few feet away make you feel weak every time he glances your way? Fuck.

“Yes chef. I’m good.”

“Good.”

A soft laugh escapes you at Carmy’s awkwardness then you glance up to Richie who’s glaring at you now. You let your eyes sweep over his handsome face then down his chest to focus on his strong hands - both clenched tightly at his sides as the plastic in his iPhone pops with the intense pressure.

“Can you prep giardiniera today?”

“Yes, chef.” You say to Carmy, the words barely slipping from your parted lips as he thanks you with a kind smile and moves on through the kitchen. Ten minutes later everyone’s focused on their tasks except for Richie - who is never really focused on anything it seems and he’s standing behind you bent slightly so his words are yours and yours alone. “What’s up with all this yes chef - right away chef bullshit?” He whispers against your ear as you continue to slice green peppers - focusing on your hands to keep from losing a finger. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh you know exactly what I’m talking about sweetheart. What kinda shit are you trying to pull? You think he can fuck you better than me?”

You stop chopping and turn your eyes up to his quickly. You knew better than to hook up with a coworker - especially a fucking man-child like Richie Jerimovich but something about him gets under your skin in the best possible way and as much as you fucking hate his ass you can’t seem to get enough.

“You must think I’m a real whore, huh?” You whisper and watch his own eyes go wide. He actually looks hurt then a flash of regret fills his troubled gaze as you return to the task your BOSS assigned to you.

“Hey? I don’t think that.” Richie says quickly - his eyes burning into your back as you try to ignore him, wiping at your left eye with the back of your hand to remove the tear that betrays you. “Y/N. I don’t fucking think that.”

“Yeah. Okay.” You mutter keeping your back to him. You don’t want to fight today. No one here wants to listen to you to argue like you’ve been married for forty years. You want to be good at this job - for Mikey. He saw potential in you when no one else did. Richie said you were to young to work here and Carmy was a thousand miles away in New York. You want Carmy to look at you with respect like he did this morning - you want someone to fucking look at you like you’re more than a piece of ass to be used to their liking.

Arguing with Richie every day isn’t going to make that happen. “Yo, cousin? Two minutes till open. You good?”

Richie doesn’t acknowledge Carmy and he doesn’t take his eyes off of you while you continue to chop vegetables like it’s your life’s mission. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything else - storming away a minute later when he realizes you aren’t going to engage in any of his bullshit today. You keep your head down as Carmy passes you to go into Mikey’s office.

You guess it’s his office now.

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Richie doesn’t speak to you for the rest of your shift and you actually manage to get everything you need done before midnight, gathering your things from your shared locker as you head to the back entrance to leave. Much to your dismay Richie is leaning against the wall with the door cracked, blowing the exhale of his cigarette into the back alley. When you look past him all you see is a steady sheet of rain so thick you cant even make out his car parked a few feet away.

“Really coming down out there.” Richie mutters keeping his eyes cast down as a sigh escapes you. It’s summer so it’s a warm but that doesn’t mean you want to drown on your way home. You don’t want to stay here either though so you take a step closer to Richie and pray it slacks off by the time you bum a few hits from his smoke.

“Let me give you a ride home, yeah?”

The last time he gave you a ride home you didn’t even make it to the front seat of his Honda as he buried one hand in your hair and guided you to the back seat with the other. A minute later you were propping your head up on a car seat with Richie’s face buried between your legs.

“…my best behavior. I promise.” Richie is saying as you’re pulled from the memory that spreads that familiar warmth only he can provide through your body. You open your mouth to protest as a flash of lightening brightens the night sky changing your mind and thanking him quietly. You watch him shrug off his thin hoodie and hand it to you, slipping it on over your white tank top thanking him again. He doesn’t speak until he’s sitting behind the wheel of his car with water dripping in his eyes, damp hands gripping the steering wheel nervously.

“Y/N. About earlier…”

“Richie.” You’re tired - physically and mentally and you still don’t want to do this today even if it’s now technically tomorrow. “Jus’…, don’t talk about yourself like that anymore okay? I don’t think that shit and it fucking bothers me that you think I do.” You sit beside him in his car wrapped in his thin zip up hoodie that shielded you from most of the rain and nod - whispering that you’re sorry. “When I saw you talking with cousin today - knowing that you and him make way more fucking sense than me and you. I….” His words die in his throat as he shakes the thought and flips on his headlights before turning to back out of the alley.

“I’m just… sorry if I ever made you think that shit Y/N.”

…and that’s more than any other guys ever given you.

Richie drives you home in silence after that as you pick at the tiny hole in the cuff of his hoodie - lifting your eyes to his once he brings the car to a stop at your apartment complex. “You wanna beer?” You whisper - not sure why your voice comes out so soft as he finds your eyes and nods. “Sure.”

So you both make your way across the wet parking lot and into the building as Richie brushes the rain water from his hair with his fingertips and you fumble for the keys you placed in the deep pockets of his hoodie - flipping on the dim kitchen light as you enter your space.

“Your place is really nice.” He assures you - looking around the quaint but tidy apartment you call home as you hand him an ice cold beer from the back of the fridge. “Thanks sweetheart.”

The term of endearment rolls off his tongue as he brings the bottle to his lips and takes a quick pull, glancing down to see what brand you have. When he looks up again you’ve tossed your keys and wallet to their designated spot on the counter and lifted yourself to the faux marble top - taking a slow drink from your own bottle.

Just outside your kitchen window a flash of lightening brightens the room followed by another roll of thunder making you idly slide closer to your company.

“It’s really coming down out there.” Richie says for the second time in thirty minutes and a laugh bubbles in your throat - it’s such an old man thing to say but for some reason you love it. You could listen to him talk about the weather and the price of oil in China all night and day. God you’ve got it bad. “What?” He asks with a grin and you assure him it’s nothing before swallowing another drink.

“So, you and cousin huh.” It’s not a question - it’s meant to come out more as a joking statement but he can’t hide the pang of hurt that fills his eyes before he’s looking away from you again. He doesn’t want you and Carmy together - Carmy is a baby, an annoying little shit - he wants you to like him. Not fucking baby bear. “That was just work shit, Richie. I don’t want him.”

You watch him laugh without humor and nod. He doesn’t believe you because why the fuck wouldn’t you want someone like Carmy? He was a forty-five year old loser with an ex-wife and a kid and no fucking chance of ever being anything but a joke. When you touch his arm his eyes only make it to your mouth, studying your words carefully as you assure him he’s the one you want.

“Y-Yeah?”

You nod and sit your bottle down beside you on the counter as he turns his body - standing between your parted legs, still fixated on your parted lips. “I told you I’d be on my best behavior, sweetheart.” Despite his words he steps closer to you - placing one hand on your hip as his eyes finally meets yours. Even with you sitting on the counter he’s still several inches taller than you so when he bends his neck to bring your lips together you recoil just enough to keep his gaze.

“I’ll stop if you want me to stop.” He whispers - his hand moving against the rough texture of your tank top before continuing past the hoodie to grasp at your waist. All you can manage is the slight horizontal shake of your head as he licks at his lips and lets his eyes fall back to yours. Suddenly there’s no air left in the room and whatever’s happening between the two of you is very different than what happens in the alley behind The Beef. This is soft and patient and fills your chest with a foreign emotion that catches in your throat.

“R-Richie?”

“Y-yeah?”

You swallow hard as he sits his own beer on the counter to your right before placing that hand on your thigh, the cold from the bottle igniting your hot skin as his palm slides into your cut off shorts and his fingers tease the crease of your leg making sure to stay outside of your panties until you give him the okay.

It’s never been like this with the two of you. The first time you hooked up you were screaming in his face a moment before he sunk his hands into your hair and backed you into Mikey’s office to fuck you on his desk. (He was never there anymore anyway - too busy with his coke and pills and bullshit Richie didn’t want to deal with.) That you could handle - messy and thoughtless and needy. This was nothing like that and it scared the shit out of you.

“What is it sweetheart?” Richie asks softly as you take in a deep breath and close your eyes focusing on the slow circles his thumb makes against the damp fabric covering your throbbing pussy. The wetness soaking through the thin fabric is driving him crazy - taking everything he has not to slip a finger inside of you.

“Touch me.” You finally whisper as his other hand moves to your collarbone, brushing the navy blue hoodie from your shoulder slowly as he inches closer to your mouth. “Okay.” He assures placing a soft kiss to your parted lips as a gasp rushes from your throat while he sinks his index finger into you slowly.

“So fucking wet for me baby.”

A moan follows along with a second finger as you scoot your hips closer to him and place your hand in his hair, brushing your fingers through the short strands as he leans his mouth into yours again - kissing you slowly, pushing his fingers into you further as yours tighten in his hair. Richie brings his thumb up to brush against your clit as you gasp into his mouth again before moaning his name against his lips.

“I love to hear you say my name sweetheart.”

You say it again as your insides begin to quake around him and you grasp his shoulders to try and steady yourself before you fall off the counter.

“I’ve got you baby. Jus’ let go and let me make you feel good, yeah?”

“Oh god… R-Richie…” It feels to good - to much as your legs begin to shake but he doesn’t slow the deep beckoning motion of his fingers causing a sudden rush of pleasure to fill your soul as you cry out and a string of profanity falls from his lips. “That’s it baby - so good for me.” You grip his hair as his own groan of pleasure follows and he finally eases his hand from your shorts - his other gripping at your throat gently as you try to pull air into your lungs.

You grasp his waist and pull him closer to your chest looking up at him with hooded eyes as you part your lips and he slips his wet fingers inside your mouth gently, eyes closing as you suck them clean and he grips your throat tighter. “So fucking good for me baby.” You can only moan in response as he pulls his fingers from your mouth to kiss you hard, sinking both hands into your hair to bring you to him. “Gonna make you come again sweetheart.”

Richie maybe a fuck boy at heart but a perk of being with an older man? He will make sure you’re completely spent before he even begins to think about his own pleasure. You’re kissing him again trying to force your tongue into his mouth as he whispers against your lips that your pussy belongs to him. That it was fucking made for him. You rest your forehead against his with a soft moan and nod slowly as he pulls at your shorts before sinking to his knees in your kitchen and buries his face between your thighs - drowning in you as your head falls back to the wall and your hand claps over your mouth to muffle the sob of pleasure that ring out through your apartment.

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Another difference between hooking up with fuck boys in their twenties and Richie Jerimovich was fuck boys call you hot while Richie spent the entire night kissing every inch of your skin whispering how beautiful you were. The only thing he has in common with the fuck boys is the ease of absolutely ghosting you the next morning and all but ignoring you for a week and a half after giving you the best sex of your life.

At first you were confused. His breath catching in his throat when you touched his chest to stop him in the kitchen of The Beef the next day asking if you did something wrong. He laughed and assured you everything was cool but you knew he regretted all the shit he’d whispered to you in the darkness of your bedroom.

Such a good girl for me Y/N.

You’re fucking beautiful.

Keep these pretty eyes on me baby.

F-fuckk—-, Y/N I love… this. Love you… the way you make me feel baby.

Whatever. Over the next week Tina asks you several times if everything’s okay between you and Richie because you don’t argue anymore. Richie barely speaks to you now and when a guy you met on Tinder comes in for a sandwich and a kiss Richie doesn’t even slow his loud conversation with one of the locals - doesn’t glance your way as Zach an obvious douche bag sinks his bulky hands into your hair and all but drags you across the counter to deepen your goodbye kiss.

“Damn, sweetheart. He’s an aggressive one.” Richie says with a laugh and his pal joins in like it’s the funniest shit ever uttered into existence as you make your way back into the kitchen feeling the heat creep into your cheeks. Later that night when everyone is gone but the two of you and Carmy - who sits in his office thumbing through overdue bills - Richie stands closer to you than he has in weeks - clearing his throat to mutter something about being sorry if things got weird between the two of you. When you assured him everything is cool he grins searching your eyes for any sign of the truth.

“Jus’ been busy with the kid and work and shit.”

What he doesn’t say is you falling asleep on his chest that night and waking up with you in his arms the morning after the best sex of his life left a feeling inside of him he’d never felt before. Not even with the mother of his child. So he kissed the crown of your head and got the fuck out of there before he ruined your life.

That was the only thing he was good at - ruining people’s lives.

“Richie, it’s fine.”

“Y-yeah I know. I just uh… yeah. I’m gonna head out… you uh, need a ride?”

You lift your eyes to Richie’s and force a sweet smile. That’s the last thing you need from him. No good will come from it. “I’m good, thanks.” You had to stop fucking this man before you wind up letting him break your heart. “Alright. Be safe getting home, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You assure and smile brighter as he continues to gaze into your eyes for another long minute then heads towards the back of the restaurant to leave. Thankfully Richie is still standing beside his car smoking when you burst through the back door to the alley watching him lift his blue eyes quickly as you all but run to him - standing on your tip toes to slide your hands into the back of his hair and bring him down to your desperate kiss.

This time wasn’t like last time. This time was rough and messy and what you needed from him but Richie still had that lost look on his face as he laid you out over the hood of his car and fucked into you roughly, gripping your hips as you tried to muffle your moans. “Fuck—- Y/N. Pussy’s so tight baby, let me hear you sweetheart - hear how good I make you feel.”

You cry out as he hits that perfect spot deep inside of you over and over until you’re coming undone around him desperately, gripping the hood of his car as he squeezes your hips. The sounds coming from deep in his chest are primal - nearly growling as he leans down and kisses the back of your neck, slipping an arm around you to bring you closer to his chest. “You feel so fucking good Y/N.” He groans out grasping the hair at the nape of your neck. “…missed this so much.” He kisses your neck again to stop his mindless rambling before he tells you he fucking loves you and sends you running from his arms. “You’re taking me so good sweetheart. Gonna make me come inside this perfect fucking pussy—- yeah?”

“Y-yeah. Richie…, please…”

“Beg me to come inside you baby. Tell me how much you fucking want it.”

“Please! God…, please… Richie…”

Richie closes his eyes tightly from the sounds you’re making - biting at your shoulder to keep from whispering how much he loves doing this with you - how much he fucking loves you. “F-Fuck Y/N. So fucking good.” Shaking the thought again he talks you through your second orgasm telling you how beautiful you are and how pretty your moans sound as you tighten around his cock making him come a second later with a deep groan.

You wish you could say things got better after that - that you both grew up and confessed your deep-seated feelings for one other and Richie took you out on a date and stopped fucking you like a two-bit whore in alleys and backseats but instead the next day he answers his cellphone in the middle of the kitchen surprised the dull girl Tina says has pretty eyes wants another date.

“Hey. Y-yeah of course I remember—- sure. Alright, yeah. See you then sweetheart.”

You can only watch dumbfounded as he shoves his cellphone back in his pocket and glances around the kitchen to boast with Ebra and Marcus about the call back like he’s completely clueless.

Except he isn’t clueless - he’s trying to give you an out so you can have an actual boyfriend your own age who will give you everything you deserve in this world. Tina matches your expression - gaping at Richie as he grabs an apron and wraps it around his waist, laughing at nothing and asking her what her problem is. You toss the small paring knife in your hand to the counter and mutter something about taking a break - shoving past him without a word.

“What the fuck are you doing estupido?” Tina asks in passing as he turns his head in the direction you disappeared. When he opens the back door you’re sitting on a turned over crate texting on your phone like only a twenty-something can - barely glancing at the words as your thumbs move skillfully across the screen. When you’re done you pocket the phone and stand quickly - surprised to see Richie standing in your way.

“Sorry just needed some air.” You assure him trying to steady the shaking of your voice. Richie was supposed to just be a good time and now all these feelings were getting in the way of that. He can do whatever the hell he wants - he’s not your boyfriend. “Y-yeah, uh me too. You good?”

You can only answer by nodding your head as he pulls out a smoke and you share a few puffs before heading inside to finish your prep giving him your best smile as he watches you leave without a word.

The next day you’re already at work when Richie makes it in - stopping dead in his tracks as he rounds the corner into the kitchen. You’re standing at the office door laughing with Carmy about one of his dumbass Noma stories and you look fucking beautiful.

You’re wearing a brown plaid skirt that barely covers your ass with a black long sleeve shirt that dips low on your chest - a simple gold chain dangling between your breasts. The knee high boots inside of his locker suddenly make sense as he glances down to the sensible shoes you wear to keep from killing your feet. Those boots with that outfit will break men’s necks in the street. “H-hey.” He mutters to Tina and Marcus but he’s unable to look away from you - your natural beauty enhanced by the dark makeup around your eyes - bringing out the beautiful color even more. The sight of you makes his heart hammer harder in his chest as you lift your eyes to his slowly.

The smile you give Carmy can’t even wipe the dazed look from his face. “You look really nice today sweetheart.” You thank him softly and remind Carmy that you’re off early tonight before heading to the front to stock the napkins.

“Hitting the club after work?” Richie mutters coming up beside you as you laugh - maybe a little too loudly and shake your head, letting your hair fall into your eyes as you close the napkin holder carefully. “Zach’s taking me out.” You assure him with an innocent smile surprised at how well he hides his distain. “Oh yeah?”

You search his eyes for anything - jealously, regret - anything to show you that you’re more than just a piece of ass to him. “Yeah.” Richie’s face gives nothing away as he nods and hopes you have a good time.

When it’s time to go you don’t bother saying goodbye to him - who’s busy with a customer anyway - pulling your boot on as you rush out the front door to jump in Zach’s lifted F150. Richie lifts his eyes - watching as the douche bag barely gives you time to sit down before he’s pulling into oncoming traffic - his loud exhaust echoing through the street. Inside The Original Beef of Chicagoland cousin slams the register drawer hard and mutters a loud “Fuck!”

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[suhjihanma]

kinktober request with toji and geto 👁️👁️ double penetration, just thinking abt being sandwiched between them while they use you for their pleasure while one of them chokes you!!! maybe a camera is hidden somewhere in the room but geto and toji don’t know 🤭🤭

Author's Note: Ah, this is all over the place. Too horny. I honestly hope you like it, anon. I tried. Also I got a little headache so it might be all over the place a bit. Apologies. Also, it's been a minute since I wrote a kinktober fic since my computer has been acting up lately. So, once again apologies if short.

[ Session at Play... ]

(Kink 11: Threesome, penetration, recording) Pairing: Toji Fushiguro / Geto Suguru / Female ! Reader Content warnings: degradation, threesome, recording, choking, name calling, dubious content, roughness of intercourse, female reader is a dog

They didn't know that they were being recorded.

All both of the men know that one cock is thrusting deep inside your snugged walls while the other is desperately teasing the sensitive, puckered hole. The tip was slowly circling around the closed hole as the man thrusting in front of you peppered kisses across your drooling mouth, slacked from the senseless emotions of getting fucked raw.

“Hope you prep her. Bitch is tight as fuck.” Toji huffed out a long groan before slamming himself inside you, making you cry out from the overstimulation. You threw your head back in response, the weary, fucked out head rested against Suguru’s broad shoulders as Suguru placed a small kiss on your cheek. 

“Then again, she could give less of a damn.” The constant mewls that escaped from your lips soon to be more helpless as you clawed effortlessly against Toji’s back. The wordless pleads that beg Toji to stop fucking you ever so deep went on deaf ears. You sensed that Toji’s pace was going faster, each grunt made him fuck you more deep, his tip brushing against the corners of that familiar organ that created a bashful cry from the oversstimulation. 

“Please, it’s too much.” You mewled out, the tone of voice being compared to a whining whore. 

“Shut it.” Toji silenced you with a thrust so deep that you tried to move from the sandwiched position between both men. Your pitiful cry could only be silenced by a hand that was wrapped around your neck. Each breath was tightening by his grip as he fucked you mercilessly. Breathing became nonexistent as you clawed at his back, begging for him to stop. Now, his grip suddenly becomes loose as a hoarsely loose laugh fills the room. 

Now you were in a vulnerable position.

Regardless of being in a vulnerable position, it was a  position that had the aroma of sweat and sex, your senses grew disorientated from the overfilling pleasures of each man that rested between your fragile body. 

You wonder what will be next as each men fuck your hole without forgiveness. 

It seemed like Suguru listened to the body language of women as he voiced his concern, breath all too hitched with the sense of his cock now engulfed with the sensitive muscle that wrapped around his girth. Knowing that your body was beginning to ache for something more, and wanted to reach its climax by the endless fucking, Suguru tried his best to develop a complete sentence. 

“Toji, would it kill you to be nice?” Suguru’s voice got entrapped by the escaping moans that crossed his lips as his hips started to thrust slowly against the friction of tightening heat. 

“Fuck, she is tight. Even here.” Suguru shamelessly commented. 

“I am being nice. I’m letting this slut take two cocks at the same time,” He gulped and sighed heavily across your dampened walls. As each thrust led you to another place, so did the nerves that grew to be more sensitive each moment. Toji’s signature smirk grew soften as another heavy sigh escaped his slacken lips, a small leak of saliva forms at the cross of his scarred lips.  

He was close. 

Suguru sighed and looked at you with a soft smile, his lips planting a small peck on your neck. Hopefully, he wonders that  you didn’t take any offense to Toji’s words. Then again, the fullness of taking someone from the front and the behind was too strong to bear. As each man continued to let themselves deeper in your core, you continuously cry out in pleasure, begging to whoever that was close to just come. You wanted to steal whatever release they had in them and hopefully the camera that was hidden in the crevices will capture each moment that was happening in your fucked out state.

Then again, hopefully this footage will be put to good use.

[strawbxrryanime]

apple pie - seishu inui x reader

Breadcrumbs, sweet apple filling, a mouthwatering aroma, a good pie crust. Seishu was all of those flavors combined into his love for you, that hint of an apple pie comes when he throatfucks you, fucking deep into you, gagging you with the most intriguing taste, filling up your mouth and tantalizing your taste buds. That hint, that taste whenever he fucks you in the throat, is his love for you.

His green apple eyes would stare at you, his hair swept back as he deeply thrusts into you, his gaze that promises he will never ever leave you from his sight. His rough thrusts sending shivers down your body, your throat drooling and seeping with saliva as he kept thrusting into you like this, the taste of apple pie flavor growing faster and faster, surely enough he wants you to be his, and his only.

"Y/N~ Pretty baby~" Seishu whispers in between thrusts to the throat, he was whispering sweet nothings into you, as he thrusts and thrusts. The sloppy thrusts finally got to him however, as he finally came and painted your throat with his sperm. Seishu would smirk at you, his eyes staring down at you hungrily. "Heheh, Y/N do you really think I'm done?~" You look at him, desperately. "I just started~" He smirked and chuckled.

His muscular body would grind against your pussy, as he fucks you more and more, his thrusts becoming involuntary and uncontrollable pops that would spread your insides in and out. The smell, like a bakery, a sweet and promising scent filled with care and passion. His blond hair looking down upon you as he smiles, a sense of pleasure mixed with caring. "You're so adorable Y/N~" He'd grunt out as he'd thrust more and more inside of you.

Looking at him, you see a sense of happiness, passion, and such a calm demeanor as he meanlessly thrusts more inside you. Senseless and pure, as he'd fuck more and more of you. He may be a gang member, but oh damn is he gentle. He offers you his thumb to suck on, as you clench on his cock with a grip as he thrusts more into your wet pussy. "Argh!~ Fuck Y/N~" He'd moan out, he covers his face with his other hand as he senselessly thrusts and thrusts.

He'd keep going, covering his mouth from grunting as his hips do the poundings. Pounding so sweet but picking up the pace to become rougher. "Y/N~ I'll make sure to make you feel even better~" Seishu moans out as he thrusts more harder, making you groan and grip the pillows as he whispers sweet nothings into his pounding and pulsing thrusts. His smirk gaping in as he keeps going, pounding faster and faster.

His cock slams in much more faster, being gripped by your wet walls as he grunts and groans, sliding more of his cock in and out of you. The sweet smell and the whispers and whimpering of Seishu was enough to make you squirm, as you cummed on his cock, Seishu would smirk even more. "Goodness Y/N~ That looks like a mess~" He says in between thrusts. "Don't worry, I'll treat you better~" Seishu picks up his pace, thrusting and thrusting.

Seishu begins to groan even more, as he starts to keep going faster and faster. "Y/N!~ I'M GOING TO CUM!~" Seishu screamed out, as his sperm invades your walls, cock pulsing as it pumps out more inside of you, making you moan and drool. "Ah~ Y/N~ I filled you up~" Seishu chuckled, smiling at you, as you seemed to be more than satisfied.

You offered to ride Seishu, as you fell in love with him more in an instant, jumping up and down on his length, immediately being impaled through your G-spot making you scream his name. Seishu smirked, as he played with your breasts as you ride him more and more roughly, as his legs tensed up. "FUCK Y/N!~" Seishu moaned, his body shaking and quivering more, his green eyes looking straight at you, his cock glossy from the cum in the previous positions.

Only by then, the orgasm would envelop more faster, the more you rode him the more you felt a sense of euphoria, almost like everything is floating and the only thing that matters is Seishu. "Y/N!~" Seishu's eyes rolled, you pick up the pace, slamming down on him more, his cock tightened, gripping and numb. The pleasure growing and growing, Seishu bites his lower lip as you just kept going.

"Y/N!!~" He screams for you more as you ride out your high, your G-spot being passionately pounded and impaled at the more you bounced, the more you crush his balls and make him moan. As he finally finishes inside of you, Seishu pants heavily as you quickly get off him and suck him as he lied down. The taste was irresistable.

"Haaah.. haaah...~" Seishu would moan out and whimper each time you'd go down his cock. He puts you in between his legs as he rests his feet on your head, as you began to bob your head faster. "Y/N~..." He moaned out, panting heavily as he whimpered. "Fuck!~" Seishu groaned, the taste and sensation of apple pie on your mouth, the mouthwatering smell and aroma of his body.

His foot would press on your head, pushing you down on his cock even more as he moans. "Y/N~ F-FUCK!~" Seishu would grip more of the sheets, as you bob your head down more faster, slamming your lips against his ballsack making him near his climax, sucking out his glossy cock. He finally finishes inside of you, making you swallow all of his cum as he moaned even more.

"Fuck... Y/N~" Seishu blushed, his hands are caressing your face. As his green eyes glow more for you, as he starts to fuck you in the pussy more, giving a mating press, holding your legs up as he thrusts more downwards into you. "I KNOW I SHOULD BE GENTLE BUT...~ Y/N~ F-FUCK...~" Seishu screams out as you screamed and squirted more all over his cock.

It didn't matter to him anymore, he just kept going, balls slamming in onto you as you felt near your limit. Seishu was already over his limits as he slams more into you, his cock fucking roughly in and out of your pussy as his eyes stare blankly at you, his expression filled with lust as he grits and grits. He grips on your shoulders as he kept thrusting over and over again, dick invading your walls so deeply, hitting your G-spot.

"Y/N!~ OH I LOVE IT HOW YOU SCREAM MY NAME LIKE THAT!~" Seishu would cry out, as he began to fuck you even harder, his eyes staring more into you, fucking you senseless as you moaned and screamed out his name for dear sake. His pounds kept going, faster and faster and faster, until he's reached his ultimate speed against you. Going faster and faster until he spurts into you, his cock pulsing and twitching as it pumps out more semen inside of you.

You suddenly woke up with Seishu embracing you in your bed, you're naked and leaking with cum as you try to leave, but by then Seishu grabs you by the wrist and whispers in your ear. "Ready for round two?~"

And he chuckles, kissing you roughly.

[peachymilkandcream]

Hello! I have a scenario in mind!

What if Evelyn accidentally breaks one of Levi's favourite teacups and gets really scared. She decides to hide it from him for sometime and instead seduces him and has sex with him to put him in a good mood. After the deed is done, she waits for sometime before confessing her mistake to him. What would he do? Punish her or spare her?

Levi x Evelyn -> Just Pretend

(A/N: Hello to you too Anon! Giving me devious little ideas with these two. Thanks for the request ^^)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Evelyn froze for a good five minutes after the initial crash. She was stuck in a state of disbelief, as if she stared at the shattered pieces long enough they would just disappear. Levi loved this cup, it was white on the outside with a singular gold band, but the inside was black with with a gold rose and vine pattern on it. Now that pattern mocked her as it stared into frightened eyes. Evelyn cursed her clumsiness, all she could do to fill her mind-numbingly dull days was read. Levi always would buy whichever ones she wanted, reasoning that if she had new, constructive things to do she'd spend less time escaping. It had come back to bite her in the ass, not looking where she was going and brushing it off the clean dish rack.

As she heard footsteps on the stair adrenaline kicked in. It wasn't Levi, he wouldn't be home for another hour if Erwin or Petra didn't keep him. Normally the thought of Petra flashing her tits at Levi just to get him to look her way had her rolling her eyes. She loathed Levi but expected loyalty nonetheless from both sides. Now she hoped Petra did annoy him enough to slow him down, buy her some more time. On the stair however was probably a maid, Evelyn swore they enjoyed her suffering and eagerly told Levi all of her faults, listening in when she got beaten or fucked senseless. The heartless bitches.

"Mrs. Ackerman? Is everything okay? I heard a crash."

Evelyn rolled her eyes, the snitch was probably hurrying to catch her in the act. "I'm fine. Just go back to what you were doing." Evelyn raced to grab the broom and dustpan, furiously sweeping.

However before she was done the maid in question, a girl her own age, enters the kitchen. Once she takes in the scene her eyes widen, the same maid who always was quick to tell on Evelyn. Their eyes meet and the girl opens her mouth to scream, but before she does Evelyn grabs her and pins her against the wall, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Listen to me you insufferable bitch. You think I don't know the shit you pull to gain Levi's favour? You enjoy knowing he beats the hell out of me after you open your fat fucking mouth. Anything to get him to notice you you fucking slut. You'd love to see him take it too far and kill me or throw me out wouldn't you?" Her grip tightens. "Wouldn't you!?"

The maid is sobbing and terrified, trying to fight her. She'd never seen her mistress have such a hysterical look in her eye, clearly Mrs. Ackerman was desperate not to face her husbands wrath, even if she was the one who told him of his wife's wrongdoings.

"You forget, I'm the mistress of this house, I may hate it with everything in my being but damn it I'm an Ackerman! You will respect me!" Evelyn pulls the girl back, turning her to face the wall and slamming her forehead into it again and again. Since she was in the Scouts before her marriage she had more strength than the maid. Blood stained the wall and eventually the other woman went still.

She pulled the body back to look into the lifeless eyes of one of the women who caused her more hell than she needed in her marriage. Part of her wanted to be sick, proclaiming oneself as an Ackerman and then demanding respect before brutally beating or murdering a person was Levi's trademark. Maybe he was getting to her more than she thought.

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Levi came home exactly on time as he always did, Evelyn had burned her bloodstained dress and cleaned up the cup. The body of the unfortunate servant was temporarily moved until Levi could dispose of it better. The fact that his wife just murdered someone wouldn't phase him, if anything he'd enjoy that she was becoming a callous monster like him.

She met him at the door, a fresh face of makeup as always, he always wanted her looking her best for him. "Welcome home Levi." Her lips found his gingerly, it was robotic, programmed into her.

He was much more warm, bringing her in a brief embrace and kissing her with more passion. "Evelyn."

She hesitates, considering if her plan will even work, or if she's just degrading herself for no reason. She swallows her fears and pride before pulling Levi's head towards hers and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

He's surprised at first, especially when her tongue slides into his mouth, tangling with his. A grunt escapes him as he pulls her closer to him, making sure she feels how hard he is, grinding slightly until she gasping and moaning into his mouth. This moment is too good to be true, she's never wanted him like this. Maybe finally she's come to her senses and will comply with him.

"Upstairs." She breathes, her voice breathless and airy.

He doesn't hesitate and lifts her in his arms, bringing her up the stairs and almost throwing her on the bed. It didn't take much from her to get into his pants, the mere thought that she wanted it makes him hard as a rock and needy.

Before he can pounce on her she holds her hand up in a 'Wait'. At first he gets annoyed, prepared to ignore her request until she stands and strips slowly, teasing him. He's so hard it's painful, it takes everything in him from pinning her down and taking her. All the dirty thoughts racing in his mind pause when she speaks.

"Levi..?"

"What is it?"

She's acting, but acting shy makes him squirm as she chews her bottom lip as if embarrassed. "Would you...take me from behind again...? It felt so much better...please...?"

Truly she was a goddess. It was so fake and all staged to fuel his ego, he knew. But it didn't change that all he wanted was to be balls deep in her soaking cunt. With a simple nod she assumes position on the bed, bent with her legs spread, glancing back at him innocently.

He takes his time undoing his belt and removing his clothes, he wants to give her a show too. He smirks when he sees the arousal making her pussy glisten, she couldn't fake that if she tried. He teases her entrance with the tip, taking note of how she wiggles against it. Such a good girl for him, just wanting to please her husband.

When he slides all the way in she moans loudly, pushing her hips back against him before he could even start moving, desperate for some kind of friction. He complies and meets her thrusts, making the bed creak and shake as they use each other for pleasure. No matter how much he's abused her pussy it's still tight when he's inside, reaffirming in his mind she was perfectly made for him and him alone.

He suddenly stops moving, making her look at him in confusion. "Use my dick like the whore you are."

She's flushed but he can see her face go a shade redder as she sheepishly bumps her hips against him again. Eventually finding a rhythm until she was drooling from the pressure, her tongue out and her eyes rolled back. He could feel her tightening around him, she was close.

"You want to cum do you?"

"Please Levi?"

He grabs her hips to stop her from moving, taking half a second pause before bringing her forcefully up and down his cock. She's whimpering and practically crying from too much stimulation until she's spasming and clenching around his dick with all her strength.

As she comes down he slams into her again, prolonging the orgasm and making sure his cum shooting inside of her is associated with the pleasure of a climax. All part of his conditioning to make her into what he wants her to be.

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As they lay in bed together the next morning they just study each other's features. She allowed him to hold her tenderly like a lover, like a husband. Panic filled her to the point of nausea but she had to tell him, confessing would be better than him figuring it out.

"Levi...?"

"Mm? What's wrong?"

Tears fall down her cheeks, this time it's not acting, she's genuinely terrified. "I'm so sorry- It was an accident- I knocked your cup- and it broke- I didn't mean to I promise. I'm sorry Levi please forgive me-"

Levi is silent for a long time, a really long time. Each second that passes without an answer more concerning to her than the last. She just wants him to get it over with, to say something. But if she spoke out now then he'd punish her for interrupting his thoughts.

"So this is why you were so eager with me last night." It was simply a statement.

She nods sheepishly, suddenly ashamed.

Another long stretch of silence before he finally speaks.

"I'll overlook what you've done this time."

"You will..?"

"You've learned your lesson. You understand how to earn my forgiveness. I can afford to forgive this transgression."

"I killed the the maid-" She blurts.

He simply shrugs. "I can deal with that later. They're all replaceable."

She couldn't understand how he was so calm. It was eerie. "You'd tell me if you were upset?"

He nods, stretching and picking up one of his novels. "You'd know if I was."

She continues to stare at him, taken aback by his relaxed nature.

When he catches her eyes he smirks slightly. "Unless you want me to punish you."

"N-No I'm fine-"

He goes back to reading but she can't miss that devious look on his face.

[tonycries]

So Lonely In My Mansion!

Synopsis. When he’s sorry, what better way to show you than in bed?

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

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, apology séx, spítting, bodyworshíp, stuff with pantíes, bréeding, chokíng, cúmplay, Nanami and Geto are a bit mean, squírting, thígh séx, Gojo’s blindfold, overstím, oral (female receiving), pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.9k

A/N. Hope y’all are having a lovely day <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Too full!

Now, Toji knows he’ll more than make up for forgetting to join your lil’ shopping spree anyway. Ten times over, in fact, with the way he has you on all fours, tears rolling down your cheeks, pretty lil’ moans muffled into your pillow. 

Stuffing your poor cunt full over and over and-

“Is my pretty baby still mad?” he’s dragging his lips down your neck, throbbing cock ramming into you from behind. Bruising - like he was the one angry here. “Still fuckin’ pouty?”

Too needy, too delirious. It’s all you can do to grit out a determined, “Y-yes…” Your breathless gasps only make his smirk widen, hips stuttering as they get sloppier.

“Aww, what a shame.” Toji coos, angling his head just right to catch the heavenly sight of your poor overfilled pussy, all dripping and painted white with his cum. Eyes lighting up at how you gush around him with each thrust. “Guess I jus’ have to give you another one then, hm?”

“A-another?”

And God, Toji doesn’t even know if he can cum again - vision spotty now, jolts of electricity running down his spine each time he plunges into your snug pussy. 

But the way you’re immediately scrambling to hold onto the headboard - the sheets - just anything to hold onto some semblance of sanity has Toji wanting to more than ever. So painfully good as he desperately speeds up. He needs to - and fuck if he wasn’t going to try - because you’re only getting wetter at his words. 

“Fuck- squeezin’ me s’fucking tight.” he groans, pushing your skirt up higher, not having the patience to even think of taking that damn thing off. “Ya like this, huh? Like me f-filling you up until m’sorry?”

You can only give him such a delirious little nod, one that Toji doesn’t even know if you realize you’re giving. One that has him needing to show you how sorry he is by filling you up so much you can’t even think about how he forgot to accompany you on your lil’ shopping spree. To fuck you so hard into the mattress that you can’t remember anything else but him-

“Toji!” you keen, as he snakes down his strong arms push your legs further apart to show off. Burning at the stretch of how he was handling you like his favorite ragdoll. “What-”

“Said m- ngh- sorry.” he interrupts abruptly, voice so ragged that it takes you a second to even recognize it as your boyfriend. “See.”

And how could you not? 

You were awe-struck at that creamy ring around the base of his swollen cock. The way your gummy walls were sucking him up so easily, fucking back bruisingly into him. 

“See how sorry I am?” One hand tightens on your hips, the other snaking up to press down on your lower stomach. Hard. “See?” Both your jaws fall open at the way your ravaged pussy just coats Toji’s cock in such an obscene white mess. “Sorry, doll, shoulda been there for you.”

“Oh- fuck, s’too much.” And maybe you’re stubborn, maybe you just don’t know what’s good for you - because despite it all you manage to choke out, “N’ you don’t ah- mean it.”

Eyes raising to meet his and oh- oh, you weren’t making it out alive. 

“I do.” Toji drops his head into your neck, running his mouth. Rolling his thumb against your achingly clit as if to prove his point, “Next time m’gonna hah- watch you try on all those pretty outfits.” Hips rocking forward to slam into your sloppy pussy faster and faster. “Kiss you s-senseless in front of any fuckin’ scrubs that thought they had a ngh- chance.”

Movements only growing more erratic - more feral - with each broken little whine that’s fucked out of you. Like he knew he was so close to breaking you. Ruining you. 

Just the thought of it has Toji slamming his dick into you further, mentally cursing himself for forgetting your little invitation today. 

“And this lil’ thing?” he bunches up the flimsy fabric of your skirt. “And those-” nodding his head towards the stacks of shopping bags you barely got to look over before a sorry Toji had you shoved onto the bed. “I would’ve taken em’ all off as soon as I was in that changing stall.”

“I-I get it.” you finally break. Squealing at the hips hitting yours harder, his heavy balls squeezing so painfully. “I get it ngh- I get it-”

“Heh, nah- gotta show you how s-sorry I really am.”

You have an inkling of what he was implying - something that didn’t bode well for your abused cunt, if the way Toji’s cock was twitching wildly inside you was anything to go by. Not a moment wasted before Toji’s pushing your knees up all the way until they were at your tits. A sure sign that he was close. Looking like he was in such delicious agony as he taunted you into asking. 

“H-how?” 

“By fuckin’ you in all of that.” Head tilting at the bags upon bags from earlier today, “Then we’re goin’ shopping all over again.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Squirt if you’re sorry

“Keep your legs open f’me.”

But it was so hard when Nanami already had you spread so shamefully in front of that obscene mirror, placed oh-so conveniently right in front of the plush hotel bed. Sat so prettily on his lap, your back against his hard front, being split-apart on his throbbing cock. 

Any more and you think you might just die. 

“Is that so?” he whispers hotly in your ear and- “Think this is too much?”

Oh, shit, did you say that out loud?

But right now you were too delirious - to fucked-out - to even think of forming a coherent response to that, let alone be embarrassed about your little slip-up. Running solely on the aftershocks of your nth orgasm and the feeling of Nanami’s thumb drawing steady, slow little circles on your sensitive clit. 

“Get it together now, my love.” your husband seems to decide that your broken whine speak for themselves. Placing such a mockingly gentle kiss on your forehead, “M’still not even halfway through my apology.”

Ah, yes, the apology - the sole thing that got you into this entire mess. That one off-hand joke that Nanami should apologize for being 7 minutes late for your date - the one that had you shoved into the nearest suite, while he ‘apologizes’ to you over and over and-

“Now now, darling.” Nanami squishes your cheeks together into a pathetic pout, forcing you to look up at the mirror. “Look at me when I apologize.”

Several things happen at once - your eyes just barely make contact with Nanami’s darkened, dangerous ones in the mirror, and then it’s like something snapped. Because he’s thrusting up deeper into your snug cunt, drinking in all your pretty gasps as he starts up at another relentless, sloppy pace. 

Not even fucking easing you into it because you wanted an apology, right? And Nanami was sure going to give you one - fuck you like he’s sorry.

“M’sorry!” you keen, bucking wildly into Nanami’s touch. Cock so hot and heavy in-between your swollen folds - still not having came even once yet. “Was- was a joke- I can’t oh- my god.”

He knows - oh, how he knows. But it’s just so fun to tease you this way, and Nanami’s not sorry about that one bit. 

So he only lets out a huffed laugh. “Why are you sorry, my love?” Shifting his hips to massage all the right spots that’ll have you breathless and seeing stars. Hitting that one magical spot over and over. “I was the one that’s late.”

And God, you could just cry. You are - big, fat tears streaming down your face, dripping down Nanami’s wrist where he was holding your lolling head steady - but, of course, you’re too far gone to even realize at this point.

“Shhhh, lemme take care of you,” Nanami rocks his hips impossibly harder into yours, eyes on the mirror just devouring you almost as much as he was ruining you with his dick. Watching all your adorable gasps, the way you twitch, how your mouth drops into a soft oh! as he licks a slow stripe up your tears. Dangerous. “Lemme show you how sorry I am.”

And he does, cooing at how your eyes widen when he angles your head to show you the fucking sinful view down below. 

It was so hard to look too, how your snug cunt was trying to suck the soul out of him. Sloppy - making such a mess of the crisp sheets below. Quivering like you didn’t know whether you wanted to run away or to sink down for more more more-

You’re jolting in his bruising grasp, “Hngh- m’- fuck fuck fuck. Yes, oh my god- Ken-”

“Yeah? Ya like this?” He’s fucking you back rougher into him, merciless. Absolutely fucking merciless - and Nanami was only glad he thought to choose a sound-proof suite. “Think m’sorry yet?” Biting down on your neck, hard. “Because I’m sooo fucking sorry, my love.”

He lets out a cruel chuckle, one hand groping down your breasts - your hips - your thighs. Pulling them even further apart like he wanted to break you. 

Because Nanami wasn’t fucking sorry, why would he be? But oh how he loved teasing you. Acting all pissed off while he threw you around like his favorite toy, giving you a bit of your own medicine. How sexy you were when he did. 

“M’sorry.” he breathes against your ear, nibbling on your lobe. “M’sorry m’sorry m’sorry- Next time I’ll be hah- early-” Pooling the fresh wave of your salty tears on his tongue as he toys with your pretty clit. “N’ next time m’gonna make you squirt the first time-”

“Shit- Ken, m’cumming m’cumming-”

Almost like your body is listening to Nanami, you’re squirting all over his achingly hard cock. Absolutely drenching him in all your sweet sweet juices till he was glistening in the dim lighting. Some specks even landing on the mirror in front of you. 

And shit you’re out of control now, limbs trembling, such sinful moans leaving your swollen lips. Loud. Uncontrollable. Nanami’s next words barely audible over them-

“Your turn now.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Nice (and sorry)

“S-so mean-” It’s the only thing you can gasp out, “Y-you’re still not forgiven-” 

Oh, Geto knows. And he doesn’t really feel bad about using his apology to his advantage - not one bit, actually. You won’t hear a word of apology from his sly mouth, instead, he’s got you straddling his pretty lips, breathless and shaking above him. 

“Even when m’being nicer than usual?~” he hums into your clothed pussy, nose-deep and breathing in your essence so fucking sinfully. “Ya sure about that?”

Disgruntled, “What- ngh- what do you mean?” 

“Oh just that-” He licks a long, purposeful stripe up your drenched panties, adding to the mess of your juices beading through the fabric. And God it takes everything in Geto to not just rip off that flimsy underwear and tonguefuck you like he wanted to. “You’re being so loud. Sure you’re still mad?”

You hated it - how he was peeking up at you with those hooded eyes, pupils blown. Hated that predatory glint in them that sends shockwaves right down to your very core. Hated how he was right.

“Th-that doesn’t hah- mean anything.” you scoff, and the excuse sounds flimsy even to you. The way you were grinding down deeper onto his tongue certainly not helping your case either. 

And oh of course Geto pulls away at that, obscene little slicks of string snapping from his tongue and your wet core, your disappointed whine going straight to his rock-hard cock. What was it you were saying earlier? Something about him being too much of a tease? Well, you were about to eat your words before Geto Suguru offered you an apology. 

“Yeah,” he let his tongue dart out, letting your slick pool through your panties and onto his tongue. “N’ this doesn’t mean anything either, huh?”

No warning before he’s surging forward, tongue pushing through your panties to just barely tease your sloppy entrance.

You can only grip at Geto’s long, inky locks - trying your very best to not look like you’re absolutely on cloud nine as he alternates between toying with that first ring of resistance and sucking on your clit. All through your panties.

“Now now,” a hand on your hip stops you from all but ripping your panties off your hips - something that Geto would’ve already done by now, usually. “Keep ‘em on.”

It’s like he’s trying to drive you mad - wants to drive you mad. Torturing you slowly with that soft tongue and that smirk you can feel against your dripping cunt. As if to say - you really think he was a tease before? You haven’t seen the least of it. 

“S’fuckin’ sloppy f’me even through these slutty panties.” he grunts, lips smacking against your swollen ones. “Don’ lie - you like this, huh? Like what a tease I am? Acting so tough when m’so sorry?”

Okay, maybe Geto lied - so what if he said he’s sorry? It was all worth it at how you get so wetter, slick just glistening all over his lips and chin. Walls clenching around nothing - because might’ve said sorry, but oh is he still as petty as ever.

“N-no-” you whimper, and both of you know it’s a lie. Close - you were so close. 

Too close, if you asked Geto.

Smack!

A quick, sharp sting on your ass - just a little reminder that this is Geto. Your Geto. And it’s so torturous - so addictive - when he immediately shifts them ever-so-slightly. Wasting no time before lapping at your juices. Just loving the way your jaw drops open in disbelief as he throws his head back to let it slide down, down, down his throat.

“My girl is such a liar.” Grinning at the way you jolt on top of him with each teasing lick at your quivering hole, dragging your slopppy pussy all over his face. “S’fuckin’ wet and you still think you’re mad? And I’m being so-” Rolling his tongue against your clit. Hard. “-nice, too.” 

He was not - he knew it. In fact, he was probably being meaner than usual. Mean with the way he thinks your fucked-out head shake speaks enough. 

Of course, you still have to run your mouth when you’re being absolutely ruined by him. Whining out an unconvincing. “M’still- m-mad.” - even when you’re deliriously riding his pretty mouth.

Without a word, Geto snaps back your useless panties back in place. One hand on your hip, easily lifting you off his face - letting you fall back prettily onto his lap as he gets up. Weeping tip just nudging your dripping entrance as he reaches behind to tie back his long hair.

And you’re so disappointed at how you were so close, that you almost miss the words that spill from his mouth next.

“Then, will you still be mad if I fuck you just as nicely?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Ruined panties?!

“Please baby, let me put it in. Please?” 

God, how badly you wanted to just break and give your needy boyfriend exactly what he wants - to let him fuck you how he wanted. But, no, he’d just ruined your favorite pair of underwear and you were not going to let him off so easily again. 

“Fuck- Cho.” you huff, fighting to keep your voice steady. “If y’wanna get off to my panties so bad, then ngh- just use that.”

“But, baby. M’sorry.” Choso’s head drops to the crook of your neck, abs rubbing up against your back so sinfully from where he was all pressed up. “I’ll be good this time. So good.” Hands groping underneath your t-shirt, throbbing erection grinding against your absolutely drenched panties. From Choso’s precum or your own slick? You have no idea. “Please?”

And he’s so desperate that Choso probably doesn’t even realize the way he’s sliding his soaked cock between your swollen folds. Fucking his hips forwards languidly, hissing at how dripping wet you already were.

“T-this is being ‘good’?” you gasp at the feeling of his dick, so hot and heavy where you needed him the most. And it’s such a sinful little sound that he immediately snakes a hand down to toy with your throbbing clit - wanting, needing more of it. 

“Yes.” nibbling down your neck. It’s like a dam has been broken with each cute little whine escaping your throat. “Yes yes yes yes- Wan’ this so bad. Please.” 

Your angry facade is crumbling away bit by bit - and both of you know it. Especially when Choso cranes his head until it’s mere inches away from yours. Dark strands of hair tickle your face as he catches your lips in such a searing kiss.

“Oh god.” he groans into your lips, hips stuttering forward in-between your thighs. Precum smearing everywhere and adding to the mess already down below. “Yeah- kiss me properly, baby. I deserve at least that, hm?”

A resounding rip! of fabric sounds down from below. And you don’t know what you break the kiss to say - to tease him some more? Beg him to just fuck you the way you know he wants? 

But it doesn’t matter, because as soon as Choso feels your lips leaving his, he’s chasing after them again with a pained grunt. Licking so sloppily at the seam of your lips, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you deeper onto his cock.

“No- no no no, kiss me.” You can feel his prominent veins rubbing up against you, throbbing in a lewd little thump! thump! thump! as his hips get more calculated. Purposeful. “M’sorry m’sorry, Kiss me ngh- kiss me- need it. Need you-”

And God you should’ve known that Choso wouldn’t be acting this good for so long. 

No sooner are you grinding back down on him in shallow, mindless little motions - he’s pulling your panties to the side just enough for his weeping tip to drag lazily against your folds. 

“Fuck- please, baby.” He sounds so wrecked already - and looks like it just as much. Skin flushed, eyes hazy and miles away, kiss-bitten lips letting out such sinful little moans that you just know he’ll be embarrassed about later. “M’sorry.”

Panties completely soiled with precum and slick, absolutely ruined in just the way you’d been telling off Choso for not too long ago. Nothing but a slightly tattered, dripping wet mess. What a shame.

What a shame you couldn’t care less.

Scoffing, “F-fine.” But it comes out a bit more breathless than you intended - because Choso’s desperation was contagious. Hands everywhere, chest heaving, fat head pulsing right below your sloppy entrance. “Only this time m’ngh- l-letting you off easy.”

You know it won’t be the last time - and your boyfriend does, too. 

Because he doesn’t waste a second. The sentence barely leaving your mouth before Choso’s sinking into your heavenly pussy inch by fucking inch. Brows scrunching together at the way you were sucking the soul out of him, neat fingernails on your hips as he holds you still. 

“G-god- so fucking- good. So tight-” he hisses lowly, thrusting in shallow, mindless little movements just to squeeze inside your walls. “Ah- feel so much better than any panties.” 

“S-so needy, Cho-”

“I know, m’sorry, m’sorry. Hah-” So fucking massive that it feels like he’s pushing all the way into your lungs. The stretch too sinful, your panties too soaked, breath too hot against your ear as he whispers.“F-fuck- Now, be good f’me, hm?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - “No more tears.”

“Shut up.” you flinch as he spits on your cunt once. Twice. Feeling like such a fucking toy as he smears it with the mess of your sweet juices down below. “How dare you use those evil, evil tears.”

Why would the great Ryomen Sukuna ever apologize? Why would he ever have you sat on his throne, big arms spreading your legs so sinfully in front of him? Just ravaging your poor abused cunt with his swollen cock. The complete opposite of his image as the merciless king of curses. 

Well, that’s exactly what was happening. And it turns out that only a few tears and a single huff of him “not spending enough time” with you today was all it took - to have him bowing down to you. 

And all you can do is let out a broken, “I-I didn’t.” 

And that only seems to spur Sukuna further, like he was angry more than anything. Angry at you for being so cute and pouty when you’re mad. Angry at himself for letting his pretty lil’ human get this way. Spoiled, so spoiled. 

“Liar.”  he grunts, spreading your swollen folds further apart with his index - just circling your sloppy hole. “The only time you’re s’pposed to be cryin’ is on my fingers. And-” he slides his angry, weeping tip down your cunt in a long, wet movement. Up and down. Up and down. Smirking at how you’re bucking and pleading under his touch. “-my cock.”

As if to prove his point, Sukuna’s dipping his cock past that first feeble ring of resistance - difficult, with how you’re clenching around him so sinfully as if you’re trying to milk him already.

“Yeah, jus’ like that.” he groans, thumb rubbing obscene little circles on your poor clit. “Suckin’ me up so good. Do y’get sluttier when you’re mad? When you’re makin’ me apologise?”

“Ngh- sh-shut up.”

And oh for how suave Sukuna’s acting, he can’t deny the way his heart squeezes so dangerously at the way you’re letting out delirious little moans. Fucking you so completely dumb. 

And he was barely halfway in still.

Legs spreading obscenely wider, clawing onto the chair - his wrist - his shoulders, just anything to help drag your sloppy pussy all over his toned pelvis. To fuck him deeper. 

“Heh, cryin’ like you want me to be like this.” He’s rocking his hips in jagged, shallow thrusts that have you letting out such teary moans. “Want me to fuckin’ apologise?” Hard enough that you know it’ll leave marks - his heavy balls on your ass, fingers on your clit, hands spreading your calves. “Well m’sorry, see? M’so so sorry, brat.”

You gasp, “S-so mean, Kuna- hngh-

Yet he sounds anything but. Tone way too fucking delighted at the prospect of having you crying on his thick cock than over some stupid little argument. 

And fuck, Sukuna should tease you about how fucking wet you are, how you’re grinding your hips down on him like such a slut. So sloppy all over the expensive throne - gonna be a hell of a job for whoever cleans this. 

But, ah, those pretty lil’ tears welling up in your eyes will surely be the death of him. Or maybe the death of you.

“Now now,” he can’t help but huff out a dark chuckle at your disappointed whine as he pulls his fingers away from your throbbing clit. Biting back a deep groan at how glossy they were, just drenched in all of you. “No more cryin’. Told ya I’m sorry, didn’t I?”

And Sukuna meant it.

Because, immediately, he’s shoving two fingers into your mouth. All the blood in his body just rushing to his cock at how filthily you were gagging at the intrusion. 

At the same time, reeling his hips back to let himself fuck your tight pussy to the hilt. Rolling his hips forward, all the way until his fat head just kissed your cervix - nothing at all like the almost-gentle little grinds from before. 

Eyes widening when he presses right at the back of your throat - exactly where he knew would draw out the prettiest noises from you. Like he was pushing all the way into your lungs. To the back of your throat. Too much. 

You’re just as shocked as Sukuna when you cum from just this. Pathetic little moans muffled and slurring together. Jolts of white-hot pleasure going all the way from his fingers in your mouth to your sloppy cunt, fluttering so obscenely around his cock.

God, you were perfect. 

“Oh?” he’s chuckling over your delirious little blubbers, “Well, whaddaya know. M’gonna have to get you to give me more of those tears, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Show you!

When the bouquets and the expensive chocolates don’t work, what else is Gojo to do other than let you tie him up with his blindfold and ride him to insanity? Both a punishment to himself and an apology, of course.

“Sweetheart- fuck!” Gojo groans, hips bucking up to shove his swollen cock deeper into your sloppy pussy. “You’re killin’ me, shit shit shit-”

Nevermind that he doesn’t think he’s ever been harder at the sinful sight of you bouncing on his aching cock above him. 

“Sh-shut up, ngh- Toru.” you gasp, hands trembling on his sculpted chest as you claw for some sense of stability. Cunt so wet and dripping all the way down his thick cock as you fuck yourself on him like some toy. “T-talkin’ too fuckin’ much.”

Oh. how he wanted to ruin you like he could. 

And he’s letting out such a guttural whine, feet planting on the plush mattress to rock you harder - deeper - down his dick.“But, my girl~” Tugging on the blindfold, acting like it did anything to restrain him. “You’re being so hah- mean.”

“And why’s that?” you scoff, undeterred by those long lashes batting innocently up at you. “You’re still- fuck- still not forgiven f-for crashing my hngh- girls night out, Toru.” 

“Still?”

“Still.”

Oh. Well, Gojo might as well just speed up this apology process before he loses his patience - and his sanity. Steadily dwindling away each time you slam your sloppy pussy down on him, with each trail of slick and precum smearing along his pelvis. 

And it’s so easy, too. 

RIP! 

Feeling like he’ll fucking explode, half-lucid mind barely even registering the way he easily tears through that flimsy blindfold, the fabric absolutely nothing against the way Gojo is running on pure need and the thought of you you you-

You can only squeal as his fingers immediately find your waist, gripping so hard you wondered whether it would bruise. “Toru- didn’t you say m- ngh- t-takin’ control?” 

“Change of plans.” Is all Gojo grunts out. Lifting your hips so effortlessly up, up, up - only to ram you down on his rock-hard cock with no warning. Filling you up completely - no more of those teasing little grinds and shallow thrusts you were torturing him with. No, Gojo Satoru was well and fully intent on fucking his apology into you. And he says so, of course. “F-fuck m’sorry. Gonna fuck it into this pretty ngh- cunt. M’sorry.”

“Oh- You’re so deep, Toru- hngh.” you whine, fully letting your boyfriend rock his hips up into yours like his favorite sextoy. “C-can feel you deep inside here-”

And oh Gojo thinks he could cum right then and there as you trail down a hand to press on your stomach, right where his weeping tip was massaging all your sweet spots. Stretching you out so sinfully. 

“You little minx.” he huffs out a disbelieving laugh, eyes narrowing at your obscenely fucked-out state. “Now m’not sorry.” 

“W-wha-” He shuts you up with a quick circle on your pulsing clit, toying with the sensitive nub as he runs his mouth instead. 

“M’not sorry I crashed that hah- lil’ hangout.” Hips so harsh against yours, forcing you to feel every dip and curve of Gojo’s muscled body. “Not sorry I ngh- fuck introduced myself to that fuckin’ loser of a waiter that was ah- eyeing you up. Not sorry that I get to fuck you like this afterward.”

And it’s true - Gojo didn’t sound the least bit remorseful about anything he did. Confidence only growing more and more with each pathetic little moan that leaves your swollen lips in agreement. 

You’re shaking on top of him, the stimulation too much. “Shit- you’re such a smug- bastard, Toru.”

“Don’ act like y-you don’t like this, sweetheart.” he pulls your head down to catch your lips with his. Barely - just a mess of teeth and saliva and words he’s hissing out, “Jus like you’re -fuck fuck fuck s’too good- acting to be mad with me.” Each word punctuated with a harsh, sloppy jab of his hips that have the breath leaving your lungs. “Mad with how ngh- you’ve got the s-strongest groveling at your fuck- feet.” Movements getting faster. Deeper. “M’forgiven r-right?”

Your voice strained as you whisper against his lips, “Kiss me properly, Toru.”

And he is - kissing you like he’s so sorry as the both of you reach your highs. Stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. Your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of Gojo as he cums in thick, hot spurts. Painting your walls a lewd little white that trickles down you shaking thighs. Over and over and-

So, so sloppy. Arms looping around your waist to hold your hips still. Muffling his deep moans into your mouth as his hips slow down only ever-so-slightly, pumping you full of his seed. And it’s almost…sweet.

If only it hadn’t been for the words that leave him as soon as he parts, of course. 

“Hey, now that we had apology sex, can we have regular sex, too?”

“...”

A/N. PSA don’t work out relationship stuff like this hehe.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[wajjs]

He doesn't want to get involved in this, thing is. But John's aware that it's too late. He lingered for too long. Damn it, this one's on him.

Setting the now empty beer can down on the ratty tv table, John crosses his arms over his chest, staring out the window for a second. Both Kyle and Hal look like they lost a fight with a tentacle monster that also had teeth and an affinity to squeeze and mark its rivals with the suction cups. They also look like they're one second away from fucking each other senseless. Again.

He's seen Kyle while turned on, sure. And now he's seeing Hal with the determined look of a man on a mission, eyes darkening by the second, expression shifting into one of pure lust and John thinks he gets Carol now, he thinks he understands why she keeps coming back for more.

He blinks and they're both staring at him now. Focus, John. Focus.

"I don't think he wants to stop," he says, not listening to his better judgement while also trying to ignore his cock twitching in his pants. Nope. Not doing that. Definitely not doing that.

Hal nods. His hands are on Kyle's hips and now they're sliding under the waistband of the Flash patterned boxers. "I don't think I want to stop."

"John!" Kyle whines, disappointed, but quickly turns back to slap one of Hal's tits. Erm. Pecs. "Stop that! We need to talk!"

Hal smiles. It's a slow, charming thing, spreading across his lips until they’re just so gently curved, the left corner slightly more raised and showing a dimple there. John's far from the action but even he is a little affected. He doesn't want to think how devastating that smile is up close.

"We are talking, aren't we?" And Kyle shudders as Hal's hands slip further down, fully inside his underwear, fingers spreading over the round flesh of Kyle's asscheeks, very obviously squeezing. "We’re here now. Doesn't that matter?"

"I," Kyle whines again, but this time is less high pitched and more breathy. Okay. Okay, John thinks he should really get going now. This is getting a bit too much. He's not a voyeur. He is not. "Hal, I..."

It's a second. All that it takes is a second.

Hal's smile breaks just as easily as it showed on his face, and his eyes widen. Not with desire, no, but with panic. Both Kyle and John tense, because Hal panicking is never a good thing, and that's when John's common sense starts kicking in again because Hal does have a really big bruise on his forehead from slamming his head against a wall and that surely qualifies as a head injury and—

Hal pushes Kyle off of him just in time to whip around and puke all over the kitchen sink.

John steps closer. "We need to take him to the ER."

Kyle blinks, obviously confused and reeling from being about to fuck one second, watching Hal throw up the next. "What's. What's happening."

John sighs, rubbing Hal's back to somewhat soothe him. "Concussion, most likely. He hit his head pretty hard against your wall while trying to escape out the window."

Hal slumps against the counter. He lifts a hand to hold his head somewhat, groaning miserably. Kyle blinks. And blinks again.

"Oh," he says, getting a little pale, "that explains the crack and denting in the wall."

Kyle wouldn't have to keep calling people after sleeping with Hal if Hal would stop making decisions

(ref)

He's pressing a cold beer can to his forehead when John walks into the room. Or, the setting is more like this:

Hal's sitting on his ratty couch that he 'rescued' from the curbside, disinfected with his ring and called it a day. He has in one hand an unopened can of the cheapest beer the shop down the street offers, and he's methodically pressing it all over his forehead. Against his temples. Almost over his eyes. Rotating it so that when a spot gets a little warm, there's always a different cold spot he can rub against his skin.

And he looks miserable. He looks the textbook definition of miserable.

His hair is a little greasy, the roots flat with sweat. He's a little pale. There are dark circles under his eyes. As well as red hickeys like suction cup marks that start under his jawline and disappear down the neckline of his white t-shirt.

John finds him like this, sitting on the couch, warming up the last cold beer with body heat, when he walks into Hal's flat with the only key Hal has. He doesn't ask how Hal himself got in. He doesn't need to know.

"Fought with Carol again?" he asks without really caring because those two are always either fucking or fighting. Or both.

Hal groans. John nods as if he understands his pain. He doesn't.

He's stepping into the tiniest kitchen (that also tries to be a laundry room) when Hal speaks, voice carrying the severity of his affirmation:

"Fucked Kyle."

The tote bag John's carrying slips off his shoulder as he gives a sharp turn.

"I think I didn't hear y—"

"I fucked Kyle!" Hal snaps, groaning immediately after, and throws himself back onto the couch, beer can still pressed to his forehead. "I fucked Kyle! And he, he... he looked at me with this, this look when we were done. Like he was starstrucked. He looked so happy, and pretty, and I—"

John sets his tote bag down by the tv table before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You ran away, didn't you?"

Hal nods. And swallows. "Flew out of the window."

"Damn it, Hal!"

[macabrecake]

hey bby cake 💕

I’d like to request some rough needy sex with re6 Leon? man’s living in my head RENT FREE.

Oooh Gab you're speaking my language right now! I already got a weakness for the more desperate kind of sex then you throw my beloved into that mix and it's just d a m n 😩👌🏻 Also I feel that on a personal level. Man's taken up residence in my brain space and STILL hasn't left.

Warning: Children you know the drill- don't touch this or I'm giving Wesker your IP addresses.

It was supposed to be just one more little kiss goodbye. Leon was simply going to work, even if that work is taking him across the globe to China so that he can apprehend the absolute madman that is Derek C. Simmons. You'd be lying through your teeth if you said you weren't terrified to let him go. Especially after seeing the news about the fate of Tall Oaks.

It was just one more kiss.

Now you're already three releases in and your husband is still pounding his heavy cock into your gushing pussy with deep rooted need while groaning, damn near almost whining into the crook of your neck. Your legs are shaky with oversensitivity but remain wrapped around his waist as he pushes you deeper into the bed, close to suffocating you, yet you gladly welcome it with zero hesitation and another cry of his name.

"That's it, sweetheart. Fuck...~ Keep screaming." Leon whispers breathlessly against your lips, words coming out slurred with lust as his grip tightens around your waist and on your wrists that were trapped above your head. His hips slamming into you harder to abuse that spot, making your slippery walls quiver around him. There's no mistaking that that's gonna leave some rather visible bruises later. Neither one of you mind though, they'll match nicely with the ones on your hips, neck, and tits anyway.

The way his breath dances across your skin, tangling with the smell of his favorite mint gum, has you quietly whimpering before surging to catch his lips. Which he hastily returns. Both of you barely breaking apart to take in a small gasp of air before frantically colliding with each other again. Until you feel that all too familiar heat starting to rise in your core.

"Le- on!~" You whimper in a feeble attempt to warn him. Which he hushes with another kiss before pressing his forehead against yours, gorgeous blue eyes blown with adoration and peeking at you through shiny golden blonde locks. "I know baby." Knows that after this he'll really have to go then. Have to answer his phone that's been ringing probably for the fifth or seventh time now. Have to leave you here alone with the worst case scenarios. Can't even give you the proper aftercare you deserve.

Leon can, however, certainly fuck you senseless as a reminder that this is most definitely what you're gonna get when he comes back. And he will come back.

That's a goddamn promise.

A promise he silently speaks by letting go of your wrists in order for his thick fingers to interwine with your dainty ones and give them a gentle squeeze, allowing your shared rings to touch. That's when you fall. Only moans and the chant of his name are what comes tumbling from your lips as your free hand tangles in his soft hair. Leon feels you shake as you cling to him tighter, loving the way your juices drench him, pulling a rough groan from deep within his chest while he sandwiches you even closer to him. Ridding any possible space left when his own body suddenly stills and trembles, making your velvety walls take every last drop of his cum.

He stays there for a minute or two after that, listening to your soft pants while you slowly start to relax around him. Then, just when he thought his heart couldn't ache anymore, he feels you gently nuzzle against him. Pairing with a quiet sniffle. His lips find yours again, pouring all of his passion into it. "I'll come back. I promise you." Leon whispers, his words bearing no sense of uncertainty, as he wipes your tears away.

You're able to smile some at that statement, because you can honestly believe it. He's been through it all before, he can do it again. Leon smiles back at you before giving another quick peck then carefully pulls himself out and moves you up into a sitting position. After a quick clean up, he drapes his leather jacket around your form, finding it adorable when he sees just how big it was on you. Even takes a quick picture with his phone for 'motivation.' "Mind keeping that warm for me?"

Your cheeks heat up, but you giggle and nod. "Only if you consider wearing vests more often." His brow irks at that, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glances at the new outfit he was wearing, tactical vest and all. You can practically see the ideas forming in his head, knowing damn well he's gonna run wild with that now. "Deal."

With that, you manage to steal one last kiss. "I love you." You whisper, far more confident now. Seeing him standing before you, like a well armored king that's ready for battle, he's going to win. You know it. Plus, like he promised, he'll make it up to you later.

"I love you too, Mrs. Kennedy."

[jadedvibes]

Worth the Wait

Summary: You and Bucky have happily reunited after his wrongful arrest brought the two of you back into each other’s lives. Now the only battle you both have to face is getting ready for Christmas dinner with your parents.

Continuation/Christmas fic for your favorite couple from Yours. You’ll enjoy it more if you read that first!

Pairing: Beefy ex!Bucky x lawyer!reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected rough sex, oral(f), so much fluff, exes to lovers, swearing, insecure bucky for a sec, beefy!bucky being a flirty dork, and Christmas themes.

A/N: Wrote this up last night because I wanted you guys to have a little Christmas fluff. Please pardon any mistakes. 💚❤️🎄🌟

Word Count: 2.1k

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The warm steam engulfed you as you stepped into the bathroom to join your boyfriend in the shower. As you quietly pulled open the shower door, you drank in the sight of Bucky’s broad muscular back, his perfect ass, and those thick muscular thighs. Talk about the ideal man. He was washing his hair and had yet to notice your presence. Hoping to surprise him like he always did with you, you tiptoed towards him before slowly wrapping your arms around his hard torso from behind, smiling as he groaned in acknowledgement.

“Did someone get lonely?” he asked playfully.

You slowly traced your fingers over his abs, up and down the rigid muscles. “No, just thought about how important it is to save water.” You kissed him in between his shoulder blades, and moved your hands down until you reached his unsurprisingly hard cock. All it took was the lightest touch and Bucky was ready for you, always.

Stroking him gently, you relished the way he instinctively thrust into your hand. “My, someone’s eager,” you teased before kissing his shoulder and stroking him more purposefully.

“You’re damn right.” Bucky grabbed the hand you had on his length and turned around placing it around his neck as he kissed you fervently. His aching cock rubbed against your slit as his tongue slipped between your soft lips. He felt goosebumps rise on his skin as you sucked on his tongue and tugged on his hair. Unable to wait a second longer, he spun you around and pushed you up against the cold tile wall so that your back faced his front.

He roughly parted your legs before teasingly sliding his cock through your slick. “Please, Buck,” you whimpered. He wanted to point out how you were the eager one now, but he really needed you. He could never deny you anyways — not that he’d ever want to.

He bent you over a bit and eased his way inside you, groaning as he bottomed out inside your tight wet heat. “Fucking perfect,” he mumbled to himself as you adjusted to his size and placed your hands on the wall to brace yourself. With a firm grip on your hips he slammed into you, thrusting rough and hard.

Normally, he liked to take his time and worship every inch of your body, but he knew the two of you had places to be today. Bucky knew what you needed and he made sure to hit all the right spots to get you there.

You mumbled expletives and moaned salaciously as your beefy man fucked you senseless. You clenched your eyes shut and tried to steady your breathing as the coil tightened in your belly. “Fuck B, I’m close—,” you said as you played with your clit.

“I know, can feel ya squeezing around me,” he muttered as he gripped your hips even more firmly with his large rough hands. Bucky pushed into you even harder somehow, sinking unbelievably deeper, and that was all it took. The coiled snapped as strong waves of pleasure overruled your body.

You cried out as your body shook, tightening around him as his thrusts became more shallow.

“One more, gorgeous, please,” he groaned as he reached around to swirl the pad of his thumb in circles over your clit, hard, and fast. Your body was his and he harshly picked up the pace when he felt you clench around him once more. “Such a good fucking girl, made for me,” he mumbled, and you’d be lying if you said his sweet dirty praises didn’t do something to you. You screamed out his name as you came so hard you heard a ringing in your ears.

Bucky held onto your hips as he shuddered through his own release, incapable of holding it together a moment longer. “Fuck—”

As you both came back to earth you finally stood up straight and Bucky took the opportunity to lean down and lazily pepper your neck with kisses. You giggled at his soft action, a stark contrast from his prior roughness. You felt grateful for the duality of his nature; he truly gave you everything you wanted in a man.

Turning around you met his deep blue gaze, and the two of you could not hide your bright smiles. You moved under the stream of water and washed yourself properly as Bucky watched. Unable to keep his hands to himself, he helped you and ended up on his knees for a bit until you begrudgingly reminded him that you really needed to get ready.

“To be continued then,” he said matter-of-factly as he kissed your inner thigh.

After you both got out and started to get ready, Bucky broke the companionable silence. “Baby, I didn’t wanna say it earlier, but I think you’re kinda bad at water conservation, I mean in the time that we spent in there —”

You playfully narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms as you waited for him to continue. Observing your sassy body language, he smiled coyly and decided against teasing you. “Um nevermind.”

You let out a laugh at his silliness. “You’re too much, B. How much time do we have left?”

He chuckled, finally dropping his faux shyness as he checked his phone. “We have a little over an hour, do you want me to run out and get the pies for us? I know a shop that’s still open.”

“Ooh yes, then I won’t have to rush. Could you grab a pecan and pumpkin, pretty please? I forgot about most stores being closed.”

“Sure thing, beautiful. I’ll be back in 20. Maybe then you can help me pick out a tie.”

“You’re not going to wear that henley?” you pointed at the red shirt he slipped on.

He shook his head, “It’s dinner with your parents, after eight years. How else will they know I grew up?”

“I think the scruffy beard, massive handsome body, and general slightly more mature demeanor will do it,” you said sarcastically.

Pausing to process your words, “You objectify me so much these days,” he said, averting his gaze.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you said sincerely. “I’ll stop commenting on your body if you want me to.”

“God, no. Please don’t stop. I was only making an observation,” he said with a goofy smile on his face.

Goodness, he’s in such a mood today.

Pinching the bridge of your nose in disbelief and holding back a smile, “Bucky, just go. I’ll pick something out for you while you’re gone.”

“Thanks, babe.” He beamed, quickly swooping in for a chaste kiss before heading out of his house.

┈┈┈┈┈・・

“What are you all nervous for? They know you well and practically consider you a son…” You peered at Bucky as he asked you about what flowers your mother hated.

He let you talk him down to a white button-down shirt and slacks, which he looked so good in. His large biceps and broad chest in that shirt made you want to call off everything you had to do until the end of the year so that you could spend all your time in bed with him. But alas, you had to do dinner with your parents tonight.

“I’m scared I got the wrong flowers, Y/N, and that your mom is going to judge me for that.”

God, he’s ridiculous and adorable.“Red and white carnations fit the holiday theme just fine, B. I love the arrangement you picked out.” Your phone started to buzz in your lap, “Wait one sec — “Hey mom, yeah my boyfriend and I are on our way.”

Bucky looked at you and smiled, he’d never tire of hearing you call him that. Although, he certainly had plans to upgrade that title in the new year.

“Yeah, we’ll be there soon. His name? Um, that can wait, it’ll be better if I just introduce you both in person.”

“Wait, she doesn’t know you’re dating me?!” Bucky loudly whispered.

“Shhh,” you lifted your index finger to your lips. — “No, not you mom, yes I’ve got the pies. Tell dad not to worry. Okay bye.”

You looked over at Bucky sheepishly, as he stopped at a red light. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, “Baby, why haven’t you told your parents that we’re together?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise. You know how much they always loved you… it’s not for any bad reason.”

He huffed out a breath, “You’re not embarrassed or anything right?” he asked softly.

Only then did you realize where his apprehension was coming from. It really had been eight years, and in that time Bucky thought you felt that he was unworthy of your love. That couldn’t be further from the truth, but you had only been together for three weeks now. He needed reassurance, and that was justified.

You reached out to intertwine your fingers with his. “I couldn’t be happier to call you mine. You are the love of my life, and the guy my parents secretly wish I would end up with. I genuinely just wanted to surprise them.”

A small smile graced his lips as he looked at the light turning green. Quietly, he pulled your hand toward his lips and kissed the back of yours contentedly. “You’re the love of my life too, sweetheart,” he whispered.

You grinned and continued, “I thought you’d be like a bonus Christmas present for them. All they know is that I’m bringing home a man I’m crazy about. But once they know it’s you, well I think it’ll make their year. My mom actually mentioned you last month.”

Bucky glanced at you with raised eyebrows, “What’d she say?”

“That she ran into your mom at the grocery store and that they chatted about us. She asked me if I wanted her to call Winnie to set up a coffee date for us.”

He let out a laugh, “Should’ve said yes.”

You shook your head, “The ultimate reunion — a coffee date orchestrated by our mothers, who’d probably be hiding somewhere watching it all go down.”

He parallel parked into a spot in front of your parents house then met your gaze. “I guess fate worked things out for us all on its own.”

“It sure did, no meddling mothers necessary. Just a meddling Steve more like it.”

Bucky chuckled as he reached out to caress your cheek. “Yeah, thank goodness for him, and you for putting so much work in on my case.”

You leaned into his touch and whispered, “I had a vested interest in the outcome. Couldn’t let anything happen to you.”

He closed the distance and pressed his lips to yours. His lips caressed yours slowly, intimately, as if time didn’t exist and nothing else mattered. You were his first kiss, and he had no doubt that you would be his last.

When the need for air finally became too much, he pulled back and whispered. “I love you, sweet girl.”

You lightly stroked your thumb along his scruffy jawline, “I love you too, B.”

┈┈┈┈┈・・

As your mother opened the door her eyes widened in shock as she saw you leaning into Bucky with one hand wrapped in his, and the other holding the pies.

“James?!” she exclaimed with abandon with the brightest smile on her face.

Bucky gave your mother his most charming smile and was about to give her the beautiful bouquet, “Hi Mrs.—”

Your dad hollered back, “She brought home another guy named James?!” You heard his heavy footsteps nearing the door.

“James Barnes?!” Your father gasped as he looked at the two of you with as much surprise as your mother. Then he looked down at her, as she looked up at him — after a moment of comprehension, their faces split into the widest smiles as they started to laugh.

You and Bucky looked at each other and began to laugh at their ridiculousness.

“I guess we got our Christmas miracle,” your mom finally said, beaming at you both.

“This is the best news, darling. We couldn’t be happier to see you two together. Now c’mon in, it’s cold outside!” he and your mother stepped aside to let you two in.

“Worth the wait right?” you whispered gleefully to Bucky as you got inside.

“Worth the wait, baby.” And when he said those words he didn’t just mean waiting to tell your parents about your relationship. While you were right, and that was priceless; he meant all of it.

The way life unfolded to bring you right back to each other, and how absolutely perfect it finally was to love and be loved by you.

It was all undoubtedly worth waiting for.

[frogtanii]

℗ me and my husband

atsumu x fem!reader (poker face ending)

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wc. 3.2k (holy shit)

warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, v v soft domestic, marriage :00, smut!! (is marked off!!), soft dom!tsumu, hair pulling (giving), unprotected sex, slight praise kink, pretty vanilla ngl

an. can be read as a one shot but u might be confused lmfao also this took SO LONG OMFG also also heavily unedited, take things w a grain of salt lmfao anyways don’t forget to feed me ahaha m rlly proud of this so i hope y’all like it <33

it was moving day and atsumu was about to lose his mind.

today was the official day of the hyper house disbandment and while most of the members were still figuring out new living arrangements and thus remaining past the deadline, you were one of the few trying to get out as soon as possible.

makki and mattsun were so excited to have you move in, they showed up early that morning to help you pack. now, it was around 1p and it was almost time for you to go. you still had a few more boxes to go but things were speeding right along.

normally, atsumu would be right by your best friends helping you out but he was currently in the middle of a breakdown.

you were leaving. leaving. he had no idea when he’d see you again (even though you promised to meet up weekly to catch up), if he would ever see you again. for all he knew, makki and mattsun would just hide you away forever, never to be seen again.

okay, so he was panicking.

it was just... atsumu was in love with you. he’d known for a while (way longer than he’d like to admit) and he selfishly thought he’d have more time with you so that he could work up the courage to confess. but now? you were like three boxes away from a distance that he didn’t know if he or your relationship could recover from.

it wasn’t that he was bad at long distance but the tragic events that the house brought, brought the two of you closer together and he didn’t want to lose that.

atsumu let out a groan and dropped his head against the wall, his mind running with scenario after scenario, all ending in failure and utter embarrassment.

“hey, you okay?” you called out, a large box cradled delicately in your arms. as atsumu turned from the plaster in front of him, he allowed himself a moment to take you in.

you were wearing short athletic shorts, worn converses, and his t shirt. a thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, the lights above reflecting off of it, giving you a warm glow.

of course you looked hot moving boxes.

you called his name again in concern and he immediately felt his heart clench in guilt. you’d already been through so so much and here he was fantasizing about you instead of being there for you like a good friend would.

atsumu let out a sigh and shot you a wide, albeit empty, smile before walking over to you and taking the box out of your hands. the furrow in your brows told him you saw through his expression but he ignored it and made a show of lifting your box above his head and carrying it to mattsun’s car.

“see, what would ya do without these guns angel?” he joked, placing the cardboard into the trunk. you rolled your eyes and poked him in the side playfully. “die, probably.”

the butterflies in his stomach kicked up at the underlying sincerity in your voice but he tried his best to overlook it. it was much harder than it seemed, especially when you looked at him with such fondness in your gaze that made him want to kiss you senseless.

gulping hard, he quickly turned away from you, busying himself with fitting your things in the truck like a game of tetris.

“atsumu.” your voice was firm but pleading and he didn’t dare look at you for fear of spilling everything right then and there. “wow, ya sure got a lot of stuff, huh? wonder how much of this was bought with ushijima’s money,” he started to ramble but thankfully he was interrupted by makki whooping as he walked out of the house.

“last box bitches!” you shot atsumu one final worried look before running over to makki and mattsun, yelling the whole way there.

atsumu was grateful your back was to him because he couldn’t hide the affectionate look that overtook his face, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he watched you hip bump your friends while cackling wildly.

god, he was so in love with you.

what was he going to do when you moved out and away? what if you found someone, someone how loved you as much as he did (not possible)? he would wish for your happiness even at the expense of his own but... what if you both could be happy?

caught up in his thoughts, atsumu didn’t register you saying your goodbyes to the remaining members until you were finally in front of him.

“i’m gonna miss living with you tsum.” you unceremoniously launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. his heart leapt violently at the contact and he prayed to every deity above that you didn’t hear it underneath your head.

he barely managed to hug you back before you pulled away, your eyes slightly teary and red. “um, well, makki and mattsun are waiting for me so uh,” you trailed off looking back at the van and your friends who were so (im)patiently waiting for you to join them.

atsumu’s breath quickened as you scooted a bit away from him, truly getting ready to leave. no, no, it couldn’t end like this, awkward and distant. no, he wasn’t going to let it.

“atsumu?” you asked worriedly, reaching out a hand to touch him when he didn’t respond but he couldn’t hear you. he felt hot all over, like he was going to explode or magically combust if he didn’t get the words out into the air.

“tsum, are you oka-“ “i’m in love with ya.”

you paused, shock written clearly all over your face. the fear of rejection slammed into atsumu like a brick, the feeling settling in the pit of his stomach like a rock but he still didn’t stop.

“i’m in love with ya and i have been for forever. yn, yer beautiful but yer face and body aren’t even the best part of ya, even though they’re pretty damn great. yer just-“

“tsum-“

“-yer so kind, especially when ya don’t need ta be. yer badass but ya care fer others so deeply and ya make me wanna be a better person. ya make me a better person. i know ya-“

“tsumu please-“

“-ya probably don’t feel the same and that’s alright but i needed ta tell ya, before ya leave and fall in love with some other scrub, just in case we can be happy together and-“

all of a sudden, your hands were buried in his shirt and you were pulling him close to meet your lips with his, your mouths meshing together in a soft and passionate kiss.

bliss. atsumu was in sheer bliss. your lips were as soft as he thought they would be as they moved with his, his hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you even closer to him.

sooner than he would have liked, his lungs started burning for air so he pulled back but not very far, instead resting his forehead against yours.

“i was trying to tell you i liked you too, idiot,” you muttered, your eyes still closed as you spoke. he chuckled, a wide grin overtaking his entire face as he really took in what you were saying.

you liked him back. you liked him. holy shit.

but instead of saying any of that, he decided to tease you a bit. “just like? if i recall, i just confessed my undying love for ya.”

you pulled back with a faux scoff, hitting him in the arm with a huff. “shut up you ass. of course i love you too.” you couldn’t keep your real smile off your cheeks while you confessed, your soft expression bringing another wave of desire over atsumu’s body.

“can, can i take ya inside angel?” he allowed his true intentions to be heard in his words, your eyes widening when you figured out what he meant. you nodded vigorously before shooting a look to makki and mattsun. mattsun just waved you off and got into his truck while makki yelled, “get that dick!”

you heated up horribly, grabbing atsumu’s hand and pulling him towards the house and to his room. he allowed himself to be dragged along, sending winks to the other boys as he went until the two of you were standing right in front of his door.

“i love ya,” he whispered, lifting your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss there. you grinned. “love you too tsum.”

that must have been the final straw because the minute the words left your mouth, he was on you.

••• smut begin•••

pressing you up against the door, atsumu ravaged your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he walked you backwards into his room, laying you down on the bed so that he was hovering over you, his hips pressing hard against yours.

instinctively, you ground up into him, rewarding you with a loud groan and a gasp of your name. “fuck angel, yer killing me here,” he laughed breathlessly, rolling his hardness against your thigh. you let out a breathy moan and tangled your hands in his hair to bring him back down to your lips.

as you continued to kiss him, his hands scrambled at your waist, pushing his hands under it to grope at your chest. you giggled at the cold of his fingers but he didn’t pay it any mind, moving down from your mouth to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin there.

“ah, shit tsumu,” you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, just as he reached under your bra to tease your nipples. a startled gasp left you, your back arching into his careful touch. “that feel good angel?” atsumu asked, voice low and gravelly as he pinched the delicate bud, drawing another noise from your throat.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you bit your bottom lip while he pulled your shirt and bra off, tossing them somewhere in the room. as he scanned your half naked body, he noticed you quieting yourself and he lightly shook his head. his thumb found its way to your lip, carefully pulling it from between your teeth.

“wanna hear ya angel, let me hear yer pretty noises, yeah?” without letting you respond, atsumu dove back into your chest, suckling one of your nipples into his mouth while toying with the other, a sigh of his name sending a bolt of arousal straight to his loins.

he grinded against you absentmindedly, losing himself in you, eventually switching sides to give the same treatment to your neglected bud.

while atsumu seemed to be having the time of his life attached to your tit, you were getting impatient, your arousal completely soaking through your underwear. you needed more.

tangling your fingers in his blond locks, you attempted to tug him away from your chest but his reaction was unlike anything you could’ve expected. “aahh!” he let out a strangled whine, his hips bucking against your side.

“please, tsumu, need more,” you breathed, his needy reaction not lost on you as pulled his hair a bit harder. you were not disappointed as his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened in a silent moan before dropping his head to your shoulder.

“fuck, fuck, okay angel, i got ya, i got ya.” atsumu swiftly disposed of both yours and his bottoms and underwear before lifting your leg and positioning himself at your entrance.

“tell me if i hurt ya, alright? i love ya,” he smiled down on you, your heart swelling two times at his carefulness. “i love you too,” you replied, watching as his pupils grew and a low groan broke free from his chest.

“oh angel, ‘m gonna ruin ya.” that was the last thing he said before he pushed into you, both of you letting out whimpers as he stretched you open, the blunt head of his cock just a few centimeters shy of your cervix.

your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands scrambling until they found purchase on his back, your nails digging in just when he started to thrust shallowly into you.

“f-fuck, how’re ya s-so fuckin’ tight?” atsumu growled through gritted teeth, every word punctuated with a roll of his hips. you couldn’t respond as you were too overwhelmed with pleasure, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every slow movement.

speaking of slow, he was moving way too leisurely for your tastes. you needed him to move faster and you knew exactly how to do it.

sliding your hand up from his back, you grabbed a good chunk of hair from the back of his head and pulled. his reaction was immediate and oh-so gratifying.

an honest to god whimper poured from his lips and he instantly thrusted all the way into you, his length driving into your g-spot perfectly. you both let out twin moans as he started rocking into consistently, every movement bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“i love ya, i love ya so fuckin’ much, angel—shit—yer so amazing, i love ya,” atsumu rambled while pounding into you, deep curses and whines of your name interspersed with his declarations of love. if you could speak, you would reciprocate but you were too busy holding on for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion.

desperate for some kind of anchor to reality, you grasped onto his locks again, gripping tightly as drawn-out cries of his name slipped from your open lips. you were close, so close and he knew it too.

“feel ya clenchin’ around me like a good girl, ya gonna cum fer me? gonna cum fer me angel?” atsumu’s hand snaked down between your bodies to rub fast circles on your clit, a shaky sob finding its way out into the open air.

“oh shit, yeah, ‘m g-gonna cum for you tsum, ‘s all for you,” you moaned, clamping down on him sporadically as you started to cum, your vision whiting out and your thighs trembling while you gushed around him.

your mind was floating off when you felt him cum with a shout, his warmth flooding you and spilling out as he collapsed onto your chest.

••• smut over •••

the two of you lied there for a while, attempting to regain your brain and feeling in your legs. you vaguely made note of the wet rag cleaning between your thighs and the following weight falling down beside you but it was only after a few more minutes that you really came back to yourself, rolling over to lay on atsumu’s bare chest.

“holy shit, tsumu,” you said in awe, your boyfriend (!!) laughing at your reaction. “i’m just that good angel, what can i say?”

you groaned and hit him in the chest but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. “you are such a menace!”

“only fittin’ that i picked a gremlin ta be with then,” atsumu teased while playing with a piece of your hair. mock offense filled your chest as you sat up, fixing him with your ‘angriest’ glare.

“is that the kind of language you’ll be using in your vows, mister?” you were only joking but when atsumu’s eyes widened and a blush spread across his cheeks, you realized your mistake.

you opened your mouth to apologize or to make some kind of excuse but he beat you to the punch. “ya wanna marry me angel?” he asked, looking so vulnerable with hope shining in his brown irises. you couldn’t bear to lie.

“of course tsum, you’re it for me,” you reached out a hand to caress his cheek and he leaned into it, his own coming up to cup yours and hold it against his face.

“good.” and that was the end of that, that evening’s... extraneous activities having thoroughly tired to the point that you fell completely asleep with your face against one of his pecs.

if you had stayed awake a little longer, you would’ve seen atsumu pull out his phone and start a new note titled, “my angel.”

if i just said i loved you, it would be an understatement. it would be like saying the sun’s surface is just a bit warm or that the arctic is just a little chilly. it would be an injustice to you and to how i truly feel about you. love—

“-is a word that is much too soft and used far too often ta ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that i have in my heart for ya angel. ya acknowledge my strengths and ya accept my faults. ya make me wanna be a better person every day. so, today i vow ta laugh with ya and comfort ya during times of joy and times of sorrow. i promise ta always pursue ya, ta fight for ya, and love ya unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. ya are my best friend and i’m the luckiest person on earth ta call ya mine- wait are ya crying?"

the audience burst into laughter as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, punching atsumu softly on the arm. “of course i am, you ass.”

the officiant cleared his throat, grabbing both of your attentions. “it is the bride’s turn to give her vows. if you may?”

you nodded and atsumu already felt like crying. again. he’d cried that morning while getting dressed and then again when you walked down the aisle in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. now, as he watched you pull a folded piece of paper out of your bra, he knew he’d made the right decision in confessing to you, all those years ago.

he also knew he was definitely going to cry again.

“atsumu, falling for you wasn’t falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing that you’re home. today, i want to make you promises that i will always keep. i promise to never stop holding your hand or accepting your kisses. i promise to not hit you too hard when you insult me or call me a gremlin. i promise to share my food with you, to never go to bed angry, and to try and understand your obsession with professional men’s volleyball. i promise to love, respect, protect and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for i know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. i choose you. i’ll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, i’ll keep choosing you.

i used to never truly enjoy moments because i was always waiting for what's next. the next thing horrible thing to happen. now that i have you, i enjoy the moment. every moment.

today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but i already belong to you. falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. i love you.”

and at least in this lifetime

we’re sticking together

me and my husband

we’re sticking together

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[m-jelly]

Light in the dark - Demon loving

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: breeding kink, multiple orgasms for both male and female (multiple creampies basically), demon dick, Levi in demon form, senseless and possessive Levi screwing you, Levi give you something during the aftercare so you don't get pregnant.

Concept: Extract from current Ao3 story. Levi has just killed a group of demons wanting to hurt you and in the process revealed his true demon form to you. Levi flies you home once you hint you want him and to test his demon form and dick. So, he does just that.

Link to the story below

18+ material below. Minors do not interact.

You kissed along Levi’s jawline, then whispered in his ear. “Hurry and take me home. I’m dying to see that demon cock.”

Levi shot up into the air as he growled, then flew with you across the city. “I’ll warn you brat, it’s changed now I’m in this form.”

You bit your lip. “I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”

Levi shot through your open window, then slammed you against your wall. He grabbed your shirt, then ripped it wide open and tore your bra along with it making you gasp. He pushed and played with breasts making sure to be careful with his deadly claws. He kissed you roughly and knew that there was no turning back once you taste him and feel him in this form.

You pulled from his lips and panted as fire burned through you. “Levi.” You moaned as he kissed and nipped your neck. “Levi, please.”

He grabbed your skirt and underwear, then tore them right off your body making you shiver in delight. He slowly ran his claws down your body and hummed. “I should prepare you.”

You shook your head and shakily undid his belt. “I don’t need it, trust me. If you turn me on anymore, then I’ll have more of my arousal running down my legs.”

Levi looked down, then ran his fingers up between your things. He pulled his hand away and saw the shimmer of your arousal for him. “Tch, damn it brat.”

You yanked his belt off and threw it, then you undid his button and yanked his zip down. “Levi.”

Levi pulled himself free allowing you to see his cock length and thickness were the same, but the difference was he was black as his hands and fingers. Levi watched you gulp hard when you noticed the bumps along his length. “Told you.”

Your legs shivered as your pussy ached with need. “Levi, please. I need it.”

Levi lifted you up and wrapped your legs around him. “It’ll be different. Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I need you.”

He pressed the head of his cock into your pussy slowly, then rocked his hips a little. He smiled as you whimpered and whined at him, your hands pulling at his back too. He kissed your lips softly and hummed. He could feel you getting frustrated and knew it was time to show you what he could do in this form. He was a demon and he was going to mark you and make love to you for hours. He was going to show you what a demon could really do. He was going to dominate you and devour you like a good demon.

You screamed in pleasure as he rammed himself deep into your heat. Every little bump ran right past the g-spot inside you. You looked up at the ceiling as your mind was empty at the orgasm rushing through you. You couldn’t believe that this man thrusted once and you came hard like the world was crumbling around you. You’d both used bumpy condoms every time you had sex, but this was incredible. You felt like maybe Levi had this layer over his cock that was like a drug to you. He was making you cum like crazy because of how his cock was and a possible addictive layer over it.

Levi kissed you roughly, then slammed into you over and over like he was possessed. He gripped your soft body leaving marks all over it. He fucked you so hard against the wall that your body could barely register the fireworks of passion inside you. You could just about hold onto the man as he took full control of you and your pleasure. It was like he was possessed by his passion and love for you. He was blowing your mind and body at how dedicated he was to make you feel good. He wanted you to remember him. He wanted you to feel loved and adored so much. He wanted to fuck you so good that you could barely speak.

You lost count of how many times you came around his cock. All you knew was your body was doing things and it was very happy and your legs were shaking. You whimpered and cried when Levi latched onto your bonding mark and bit. Instead of your body cumming, your soul had a small orgasm from being connected to your soulmate. You reached up and grabbed his horn and yanked it making Levi whimper against your neck. You tugged again making him whine more and buck his cock into your deeper so it started kissing your cervix and almost begging for you let his seed inside.

You could barely breathe. “Le-Levi. I-I can’t s-stop cumming.”

He growled against your neck. “I want to fill you with my cum. I want you so full that you can see your belly get a little bigger.” He moaned. “I’m gonna cum.” He slapped his pelvis against yours and his cum pumped into you. He moaned your name. “I love you.”

Your eyes rolled back at feeling how hot his cum was. “F-Fuck.” You whimpered and enjoyed the warmth. “I love you.” You felt like you’d been drugged by Levi’s seed. “You’re incredible.” You hummed. “You’re still hard.”

Levi growled. “Demons can fuck for hours, sometimes days.”

He moved you from the wall to your floor. Your body moved so harshly against the floor, that you were gaining burns from the friction. When Levi noticed your pain he wrapped you tightly in his arms and used his hands and arms to protect your precious body from the rough floor below you. He cared for you and your body, even if he was ravaging you. He wanted to make sure you were safe and enjoying everything he was doing to your body.

You whimpered as you felt Levi’s demon cock fucking his cum into you. He tapped his forehead against yours and held you so tightly. He shifted his legs under you and knelt. He lifted you up off the floor and roughly rammed his cock into you. He smiled at you as you smiled back. You clung as tightly as possible to your lover. You felt spoiled by Levi as he ravaged you for your own pleasure. Your mind was melting at the body shaking euphoria surging through you.

Levi pulled his head from you and felt like Lucifer did when he made love to Eve in Eden. Lucifer, his King, was madly in love with the first human but she was taken from him. Levi was making love to you like you were the last two people in the world. His cock was plunging into the deepest parts of you. He whimpered and whined at you as all he thought about was pouring his seed into you again. He could feel your cum mixing with his as it wrapped around his cock with every move.

Levi wrapped his wings around you and pressed in deep as he pumped his seed into your again making you cum hard around him. He bit the crook of your neck and growled. He pulled from your bite and panted. “I love you.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair. “I love you too.” You panted and smiled. “You’re still hard. How is that possible?”

He growled at you. “I just fucking love you, that’s why. It’s also because I’m a demon as well.”

You clenched your walls around his cock. “Does this mean you’re not done with me?”

He nodded. “Right.”

You whimpered. “Levi.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head. “N-No.”

He lay you back onto the floor with his arms protecting your body. Levi’s pure hunger faded, he slowly turned more loving in his actions. His cock moved so deep within you, that you just squeezed him back in pure blissful pleasure. Levi locked eyes with you and gazed at your beautiful face that he adored to death. He kissed you so sweetly as he grinded himself into you over and over. He could feel his excessive cum and yours mixing together a lot more. He knew he had to give you demon meds after otherwise, you’d be having a baby in nine months.

He moaned your name. “I love you, my little sinner.”

You whimpered. “I love you too.” You panted and rolled your hips a little with Levi. “I want to be with you forever. I want to be a demon with you.”

Levi wrapped his wings so tightly around you that you lay on there as he kept screwing you senseless. You reached up and lightly touched his face. You smiled softly and felt your heart and soul fill up with love. You kissed Levi over and over again and knew others would see this as you committing the greatest sin, but to you, it was the best and most loving thing you could ever do. You felt like you were tasting the forbidden fruit of Eden and you loved it.

You hummed in happiness. “Cum again, please. For the last time.”

He nodded. “Y-Yes.”

Levi gave you one last body shaking orgasm before he came hard. He was so beautiful when he did. He knelt up and spread his wings wide. His orgasm sent a ripple through his feathers making him look like an angel to you. His body slowly returned to the human form you knew well, then he wrapped you up tightly in his arms.

Levi rolled onto his back and held you in his arms as you were just barely able to move. He played with your hair and hummed. “You’re mine now. Mine forever.”

You smiled against his chest. “I better be.”

Levi looked down at you. “That’s my brat.” He hummed a laugh. “My wonderful brat.”

You shivered a little. “I need to go clean up.”

Levi pulled his now soft cock from you causing yours and his cum to slowly trickle from you. “I’ll do it. I made the mess.” He sat you in the bath and grabbed a cloth. He wet it with warm water and knelt at your side. He cleaned you up as you hummed in happiness. “I went too hard.”

You looked over at him. “I’m okay.”

“We were at it for hours.”

You blushed. “What? Really? I lost track of time. I was kind of in orgasm heaven.”

He smiled. “You were.”

You looked down and blushed. “You came a lot.”

“Sorry.”

You smiled. “Don’t be sorry. I enjoyed it.”

He clicked his fingers and made a drink appear. “You need to drink this.”

“Why?”

He gulped hard. “If you don’t, we’ll be parents in nine months.”

You blushed hard. “Oh…” You grabbed the drink and downed it. You sighed and smiled. “No little demon spawns just yet.” You hummed and played with the bottle a little. “I would like them in the future though.”

“Me too.” He carried on cleaning you. “Are you feeling okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, just a little bit shaky is all.”

He placed his hand on the inside of your right thigh and started to massage. “You need a bath and lots of love and attention.” He turned the taps and made sure the water was at the perfect temperature. He added some bubble bath for added softness for your skin. “I’ll get you something good to eat and drink as well.”

You blushed. “Thank you. You don’t have to take care of me so much.”

“I want to.” He leaned over and kissed you. “I love you and I adore you.”

You giggled. “I love you too.”

“Are you hurting or aching?”

You shook your head. “No…well…I can’t feel much.”

He banged his forehead against the edge of the bath and groaned. “I’m sorry.”

You petted his head. “It’s okay.”

He leaned his chin on the bath edge and pouted. He whined your name. “I’m terrible.”

You pushed his hair back and kissed his forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You sighed. “Levi, don’t be so upset that I can barely move, okay? I wanted the sex. I asked for the sex and I asked you to keep going. You were incredible.” You blushed a little. “So umm…why was your cum so hot?”

He blushed hard. “It’s a demon thing. We run really warm.”

You giggled. “It felt really good. So, do demons in demon mode just cum a lot and stay hard for longer?”

He covered his face with his hands and whined. “Y-Yes.”

You petted his head. “There, there Levi.”

He looked up at you. “Was it bad?”

“No, it was great. I loved it.”

He shuffled closer and kissed you. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You blushed. “But I need to set some rules.”

He gulped and nodded. “Sure.”

You smiled. “I love the true demon form you have and the sex was incredible, but I don’t know if I can be sexual with you in that form all the time. I’m still human and I need to recharge and rest. I can’t go for hours again today, or maybe tomorrow. Maybe full demon once a week?”

He smiled and held the edge of the bath. “I understand and agree, but when we make you a demon we can be full demon while making love.”

You giggled. “Deal.”

He smiled. “I want to keep you happy and well.”

“You keep me very happy and well.” You shifted. “Can you join me in the bath?”

He nodded. “Sure.” He stood up and pulled his clothes off and sat in the bath in front of you. He opened his arms. “Come here.”

You shifted over and cuddled him. “You’re so handsome and sweet.”

He smiled as he rubbed your back. “You’re adorable.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed the top of your head. “You’re my precious brat.”

You hummed. “Hey, so Levi?”

“Yeah?”

You leaned up and smiled. “That stuff I drank. Is it safe for me to drink what you gave me?”

He nodded. “You’ll be fine.”

“It won’t affect my period, right?”

He shook his head. “No, it just destroys my sperm, that’s all. What you drank was an angel drink. You’d drink a demon drink if you had sex with an angel.”

“Makes sense.”

“What you drank is harmless to humans, but not good for demon fluids.”

You smiled. “Alright.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “I’d never hurt you.”

You hummed a laugh. “I know.”

[yandere-sins]

Hi, Sorry if this is a bother, can I request Yandere Beelzebub and a Breeding Kink? If not, you can pick anything you want to write, I love this boy so much, I’ll take anything, and you write him so cute and achingly smothering 💖

Hope you like it, I think I found a way to make it more Beel! Thanks for requesting ^^

Rated Lemon!

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Of all the things you could have said to him. Of all the jokes you could have made. Of all words to choose from.

Why did you say this?!

“I can’t eat that much! It’s not like I’m pregnant.”

You laughed it off as if it was funny, but Beel didn’t laugh with you. In fact, you had never seen him this serious before as he stared at you for a long time, contemplating your words before getting up and closing the tilted windows shut, pulling the curtains close, and checking if the door was locked for privacy. The chuckles soon got stuck in your throat as he stalked back to you, your body instinctively knowing better than to remain in the same spot, but it was too late to crouch away over the ground as he picked you up by the armpits and threw you down onto the bed.

For the longest time, you had imagined yourself safe with him. Even if he seemed downright needy for your attention lately, would drag you off to his room whenever he had the chance, and hog you all to himself, it never crossed your mind that sweet, gluttonous Beel was dangerous. Even if you two had history, he still seemed as sweet and precious as he always was, making more than sure you were well-fed and cared for, loved even. In his presence, you could forget about the tedious work for RAD and the constant bickering from your ‘roommates’ and just escape your every-day-life for a while. Watch some good movies, have some food, tell him about your worries without having him overanalyze your problems.

It was comfortable.

So you never expected him to snap like this.

“I think I understand it now,” he mumbled as he pulled off his shirt, exposing the muscular build underneath, truly a sight for gods. Beel climbed on top of you, letting his ever-so-hungry eyes wander over your body as if he was estimating your capabilities. A moment of silence fell over you two as he stared deep into your eyes, your reflection in his showing confusion and... fear. 

“I didn’t consider that your stomach is too small if you are eating only for yourself.”

 Even if you had corrected him about his assumption at that moment, you had doubts he would have listened to you anymore.

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Of all the brothers, you never had envisioned Beel to be sexually active or even having a clue about what to do in this type of situation. It was your fault that you dismissed hundreds of years of being alive for nothing since he only ever ate or hung out with his brothers. But having him press you down into the mattress assertively, your head in his palm, and ramming his cock into you like a bull, you had your doubts that he was as innocent as you believed him to be.

The relationship you two had before had been strictly friendly; you wouldn’t have thought to bring it to this level. Sure, he had licked some whipped cream off the corner of your mouth before or let his arm hang between your legs, absent-mindedly stroking your thigh, but you had always brushed it off as harmless affections and teases. Perhaps you had been wrong. Maybe Beel saw you two as something very different than you were, and you had ignored his longing gazes and attempts to close in the distance between your mouths for much too long.

But that giant, gritty mess pounding into you from behind was nothing remotely close to harmless.

Your mind was in a weird state of worry. One where pleasure had long overtaken most of the coherent thoughts and concerns you had about sex. The last two orgasms had already burned most of your resistance, making your limbs soft and your body compliant to what Beelzebub was doing with you. Not like there was any chance to struggle your way out to begin with, Beel’s strength coming in handy when pinning you down and destroying any attempt of pushing him away and fighting your way out. From the moment he put his tip against your entrance, his whole demeanor had changed. Suddenly he wasn’t the sweet and somewhat indifferent glutton you were used to having around. Now he was serious, focused, and determined, and you didn’t know how to deal with this side of him as well as the endless waves of pleasure rocking through you undisturbed.

Beelzebub didn’t need your help in fucking you senseless, luckily - you wouldn’t have been able to assist him anymore - one less worry on your mind. No matter how much you had wanted to resist, your body had long melted into the pleasure and desire he spread in you. Perhaps, your body knew more than you. Knew what all this was about. But all you could focus on was the tight grip around your waist, pulling you back and forth in the rhythm of Beel pumping into you and the thick cock spreading and filling you up. 

The way he managed to hammer it into you intensely and pull it out slowly, but to the point you felt every vein on his shaft, gave you goosebumps. Every time Beel backed away, you found yourself hoping he’d come back for more, and every time he slammed into you, you wondered when it would finally push you both over the edge.

You didn’t even want to think about the mess you’d be the next day. The aching, pain, and discomfort this would bring you. All you hoped for was that he wouldn’t lose a sense of himself and actually bite out a piece of flesh on you in his trance-like fucking. 

No one - not even you yourself - had ever stretched you out so much, explored that deep. No one ever had a taste of you the same way Beel did. And with the way he treated you, you weren’t just a sample to him - you were the whole damn platter of delicacies! No matter how much he worked you to achieve his goal of filling you with white, sticky cum, your body was covered in teeth marks and hickeys, and you found out that was more of his love language than words - which he kept sparse - would ever be. 

Still, by the way Beel was groaning and biting back the sounds stuck in his throat, you had no doubts how he was feeling about it all. The sweat of your bodies combined with the pool of fluids between your legs, the sound of your hips colliding over and over enough to fill the room with instead of pesky words. No matter what he’d have said, it wouldn’t have justified or made his actions better. It would only help soothe whatever anxiety you had. But with the frenzy he was in, all you could do was hope that you were special to him nonetheless.

You had expected that at some point, your body would loosen up, adjust to the size of his cock and accommodate him properly. Still, every push, again and again, felt like a tight squeeze and ignited another flame of passion in your depths. You were ready to be done. Ready to receive the seed he had wanted to plant inside of you all this time, prepared to...

Oh, no.

Finally, it dawned on you, your eyes widening as your strength returned back into your body with the clarity of mind you had suddenly. Instantly, you tried to turn and push away from the demon using you like a cheap fleshlight, but while you seemed to regain some sense while experiencing your body being prepared to use it for breeding, Beel wasn’t that far. 

“Stop!” you yelled, only for your voice to be caught in a loud moan as Beel pressed deep inside you.

You didn’t want to be pregnant! It had been a freaking joke to stop him from overfeeding you again that night. If anything, you were perfectly fine not bearing children, and you weren’t even sure if your body was ready for it either. Sure, Beel was a demon and must have his way to inseminate you if he so desired, but that was the furthest thing on your mind!

“You’re not wearing a condom!” you tried to reason with him as you felt his pace quicken, perhaps stirred by your sudden movement, encouraged to end it while you still hadn’t been able to escape him. Of course, it was futile, Beel growling a low, “Yes...” before gripping your outstretched wrist tightly, pulling you back into his hips roughly and moaning loudly. 

Nothing could have prepared you for yet another wave of electric shocks as you orgasmed, body shivering and making you gasp lustily, the tip of his cock deeper inside you than ever. The position really did make the difference, but you felt your brain fry with this orgasm, causing you to collapse into the soft pillows the moment Beel let go of your wrist. Had he not caught you with his hands on your hips again, you would have slipped off him, messy and completely out of it, like a fulfilled little slut. But this wasn’t over yet.

“That was the whole point,” he muttered with ragged breath. Your body got pulled along as he sat back, pulling you into his lap and crossing his arms over your torso. He didn’t even need to push you down, gravity doing him a favor with pressing you down on his cock. You felt your still convulsing walls spread for him again, making space despite feeling sore and used. But Beel was the one to make sure you’d reach the very base of his shaft for good measures, giving you the final push from below until there was no more inch to dig into you. “We’re doing this for you,” he reminded you, but you were too dazed to understand anything of what he was talking about. Part of you wished for no more orgasm, and the other hoped he’d sent you back to heaven with each push that brought his cock deeper inside you.

Spreading your legs over his, Beel tugged your arms behind your back, using them to pull you back every time you almost slid off him. You wanted it to stop. You wanted him to fuck you deeper. You wished it would end now. But you hoped it would never end. Until the moment you could feel the hot, slimy mess he left inside of you, making your toes curl and your mouth mewl in the desperation that was orgasm number four, you never stopped wondering what you were doing with Beel, letting him fucking impregnate on his own decision. 

Who gave him the right to do it, and who gave him the right to be so good at it?

His teeth sunk into your shoulder one more time as he orgasmed, his whole body rocking and trying to go even deeper than he already was, spreading out his semen over every inch inside of you so it would carry far and wide. Your body wasn’t ready for any of this, but it felt so good, so right, to be taken by this demon friend of yours, naturally even. The pleasure was addicting, and you could feel yourself growing to like it as it made you forget even your own name.

It didn’t even bother you when Beel finally let you off, your body slumping onto the mattress as if you were a lifeless sack of potatoes. This man was a monster. A monster you had ignored for far too long, setting it off with just a silly comment of yours. Big, muscular arms snaked under yours, holding your hands while his body settled on top of you, completely smashing you beneath him.

“You think that’s enough?” he asked, mumbling the words into your ear. “Will that make you pregnant? Do you want to have some more food now?”

Even if you wanted to reply, all you could do was let out jumbled groans from your throat. Eyes unable to focus, as were your thoughts, you stared off into the distance. The next thing you felt was the hot feeling of something dripping out of you, and you wished this to be the end of the ordeal. Part of you still wanted to believe that he genuinely, innocently thought this would make life better for you. Help you to enjoy all that he enjoyed in the same amounts Beel was able to consume. You still wanted to believe in the sweet boy that would let you cuddle when you had a nightmare and not tell anyone about it the following day. Believe that he wasn’t aware of what he was really doing.

But his following words completely destroyed that image of him for you forever.

“You know I’ll take good care of it,” he mumbled, and you felt one of his hands wander down your body, fingertips probing against your entrance. “I’ll make sure you and the baby eat enough, and we can have all our meals together from now on, so staying with me will be the best for you two.”

His fingers disappeared inside of you knuckle-deep, making you moan out loudly as they stirred up your insides. “I’ll do my best to be a good dad, too,” he announced, pushing himself up again and giving your lungs back the space to breathe. “So you...”

Only now did you feel a long, stiff shaft between your asscheeks. 

Something you wouldn’t have expected to appear after what went down just now. Your eyes widened as you felt it travel lower again, the two fingers getting pulled out slowly, replaced by the tip of his cock.

“... make sure to do your best too,” Beel mumbled, licking his lips before pushing his entire length back in your still wet hole, letting out a loud groan of pleasure on his part.

“Let’s build our future together, okay?”

[colossalcriminal]

Wine Drinkers - f.w

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everybody has vices, and everyone has a limit.

Content warnings: alcoholism, cheating, emotional and verbal abuse, allusions to smut, toxic toxic toxic. Fred doesn't die and the war is not mentioned, set during 1999 (Fred and reader are 21).

"You're fucking crazy!"

"Well, at least I can go an hour without a glass of whisky in my hand!"

Placing the glass down rather harshly, he approached her, only for her to take two steps back for every step he took forward. "Well, it's your fucking fault."

A newfound rage had issued within Y/N as her chest heaved. "I'm so fucking sorry that you're a boozer, Fred! And I'm sorry that I force you to fuck every woman you look at!"

"What did you just call me?"

"I called you a fucking boozer, get over it!"

She stood still, unfazed by the carelessness embedded into her words as he shortened the distance between them. "And if I don't? You're gonna run away?"

The mention of her endeavors had Y/N shifting, uncomfortable in her own skin. "I wouldn't have to run away if you weren't an emotional fucking terrorist."

"You still don't have to go."

"And you don't have to be such a prick."

And with that, she grabbed her coat and slammed the front door shut, leaving Fred Weasley to groan in anger at no one but himself.

❆

Oliver Wood's distinguished career as player for Puddlemere United's quidditch team had always been what felt like a dream. Despite his rising fame, the stress of training and loneliness had made him frustrated.

All that changed a year ago.

Another victory for Puddlemere was being celebrated at a nearby muggle bar, the room bustling with players in muggle clothing rather than their robes, drinks being passed around.

Oliver couldn't help but notice a familiar figure bent over the pool table, taking her shot and missing the pocket by merely a centimeter. "Motherfucker." He heard her mutter.

"Need some help, L/N?"

She looked up, dull eyes surprised by his presence. "Wood. I wouldn't expect you to know your way around a cue."

He smirked, planting himself beside her, a hand on the small of her back. "It's close enough to a broom." He urged her to stoop down to her previous position, hot breath fanning over her cheek as he adjusted her arms by the pool cue. "There you go."

She drew the stick back, following through and grinning as the ball fell into the corner pocket. "Not bad."

In truth, she hadn't expected to bang Oliver Wood in the dirty bathroom of a muggle bar, but Fred wasn't her first thought when he was fucking her senseless into the wall. Y/N hadn't slept with anyone besides the redhead in four years, but damn did it feel good to get back at him for their fight earlier that day.

"I never thought you'd come to a place like this." The quidditch player breathed out, her head against his shoulder as they experienced the aftermath of their quickie.

"I live near here, at the apartment block on Oxford. With Fred."

"You two still together?"

"Yeah."

He never minded her relationship status, aware of their state, and his friendship with Fred hadn't lasted after school. It was an unspoken deal, just sex for him to destress and for her to feel something other than vexation.

❆

Christmas at the burrow was always particularly a magical occasion, and never a small one. Children, spouses and friends were always welcome to spend the day with the most thoughtful gifts and homemade cooking.

The young couple entered through the door, Fred calling out their arrival as the family came to greet them. Hermione and Ginny were the first to hug Y/N, pitiful eyes looming at her, flickering in her boyfriend's direction. "Come on you guys, it's Christmas." The elder girl reasoned.

She avoided any interaction with Fred, opting to play exploding snap with Harry. "What's going on with you and Fred?"

"Nothing."

"You're not a very good liar."

"You're not very good at this game."

The boy snatched the card away before she could touch it. "It's been like this for a year, Y/N, we miss the way you guys were before. When is it going to end?"

"What's going on over here?" The Weasley sauntered over, slinging an arm around his girlfriend's shoulders.

Y/N gave him a minuscule smile. "Nothing, darling."

He accepted the answer. "You want a drink?"

"No, thanks. I think you've had enough too."

Fred lowered his voice. "Come on, babe. Don't be a fucking buzzkill."

"You're unbelievable." She whispered back, walking away from him with a scoff.

The entire night was practically unbearable, with the pair whispering sly comments to each other and sending dirty looks from across the table. The entire family could feel the tension, and poor Molly was nearly brought to tears when she saw the grief in Y/N's eyes.

❆

Choosing not to apparate home due to the population of muggles in their area, they settled to take a cab instead, too tired to walk.

"I hope you liked your gift."

"I did, Fred."

He placed his hand over hers, smiling lazily when she held it with no hesitation. "Thank you." He whispered, not sure as to why he was thanking her in the first place. For her gift? For holding his hand even though he'd been a massive dick?

They arrived home, the air holding onto such silence, a pin could drop and it would echo throughout the small flat. Fred gripped her hand before she could get away, leaning in to kiss her before being pushed away. "I can smell the alcohol on you." She grimaced, walking towards the kitchen.

"Then you should go screw Oliver Wood."

Y/N steadied herself against the counter. "Go fuck yourself, Fred."

"No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to be like that when you're fucking my friend."

"He's not even your friend anymore."

"Right, that makes it so much better."

She popped open a bottle of wine, ready for the fight that was to come. "And you fuck half the population of London."

It went quiet, the sharp retaliation she braced herself for never came. No insult, or shouting. It was silent, the only noise was the slight grunt that escaped Fred's lips as he fell onto the sofa beside her. "We could be different, you know? Like how we used to be."

"No, we can't, Freddie." She paused, taking a swig from the bottle. "Remember 6th year?"

Fred pounded on the door to the girls dormitory, and no one dared to question how he'd outsmarted the charmed staircases. "Y/N, open the bloody door!"

"Go away!"

"You're not breaking up with me."

The door swung open. "Yes, I am."

Crossing his arms, he towered over her. "I won't let you."

"Why are you making this so hard?"

"Because I'm in love with you, alright? And I always will be."

The Weasley shrugged. "I didn't lie. I am in love with you, always will be."

"You think we could do it? Go back to being happy?"

"I think so."

He stood abruptly, gathering the stray bottles of wine, whisky and various other vices such as cigarettes, throwing them all into the bin by the kitchen. "What are you doing?"

"Making an effort."

[newkyus-void]

Take it like a good girl.

◡̈ 선우 // 김 선우

⁂ smut

⁂ warnings: enemies with benefits, hate sex, unprotected sex, degradation mixed with dirty praise (use of slut & whore), cursing, slapping, fingering (brief), use of pet name kitten, finger sucking (brief), cumming inside, no aftercare

⁂ dom! Tennis Player! Sunwoo x sub! Tennis Player! Fem. Reader

⁂ wc.: 1.7k

A/N: v much wrote this just for @yeostars. 😌

You barely dodge the tennis ball that came hurling towards your face with a shriek, dropping to the floor in shock. "Kim Sunwoo, are you out of your fucking mind?!" 

The man just sneers and narrows his eyes. "Move your ass," He gestures with his Tennis racket, "I wanna finish this match" 

You stand back up with a scoff and throw the tennis ball in the general direction of his head. "Fuck you, I'm leaving!" 

Sunwoo catches the ball and clicks his tongue, silently watching as you angrily stomp away. "Hey, that means I win!" 

"I don't give a flying fuck!" You hiss and show him the middle finger before entering the hallway that leads to the changing rooms. 

Everything is quiet since the two of you are the last ones in the gym and the janitor won't arrive until eight. But then there are quick steps behind you. 

You whip around, alarmed, but don't get to do so much as open your mouth before Sunwoo clasps his hand over it. "Quiet" 

You furrow your brows and move to step back, but he moves fast, turns you around and pins you against a wall, chest first. "Ow! What the hell is wrong with you?!" You hiss and wiggle to get him to loosen his grip on your wrists. 

"Shut up" He spits back and turns you back around, one hand on the column of your throat. "You've been so fucking cranky today. What's gotten your panties in a twist, huh?" 

Your hands clench and unclench at your sides helplessly and you swallow, feeling hot when his lips pull into a smirk. 

"Not so feisty now? How bad…" Sunwoo muses and moves closer, broad chest pushing against yours, "you had such a loud mouth back in the pitch" 

"Shut the f-" 

"Ah-ah ah…" He interrupts you, index finger pushing against your lips. "God you're such a little bitch, you know that? It makes me wanna fuck the attitude out of you so bad" 

Your bottom lip quivers and you feel a rush of arousal head straight to your core at his words. "Get your filthy hands off of me, Kim Sunwoo" 

He chuckles lowly, the tone sending a shiver down your spine and his grip on your throat tightens suddenly. He thrives off of the way your breath hitches and your hands immediately grasp his wrist. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You're just a needy little kitten who wants to get her cunt filled with a dick" 

"S- Shut up" You whine, a weak attempt to conceal the desperate look on your face. 

Because in fact, you just couldn't stop imagining Sunwoo fucking you senseless. All his grunts and groans during the match riled you up and made you lose your focus which ended you in this situation. 

Sunwoo smirks with an evil glint in his eyes. "You didn't say no" He pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek for a second. "I bet the match made you ruin your panties. You think I wouldn't notice the way you'd rub your thighs? Oh kitten, you're so clueless" 

"If you came here just to make fun of me, then leave me alone" You hiss and dig your fingernails into his arm. "You succeeded"

"Oh no silly" he snickers, his free hand moving to push some hair out of your face, "you caused a problem and you're going to fix it" 

Right after he finishes speaking, he presses his hips against yours, making you feel his raging boner through his pants. 

A moan slips past your lips and you bite your lip in embarrassment. Now you gave him what he wanted. 

"Aww kitten, are you suddenly getting shy?" He mocks you, thumb pulling your lip free from your teeth. "Too bad no one else gets to see you like this, so desperate to get your tight little pussy stuffed" 

You whimper and move your hips to grind against his, eliciting a deep groan out of him. 

Immediate regret fills you though, when his free hand lands a light slap against your face. "This was your warning kitten. I won't go easy on whores like you" the same hand that smacked you now holds your jaw. "Your safe word is berry. I won't stop until I hear it, understand?" 

Your heartbeat quickens and you nod, desperately needing relief. 

Another slap is delivered to your face, this time with more force, but not too harsh either. "Use your fucking words, slut" 

An almost pained whimper escapes your mouth and you hurriedly reply, "I- I understand!" 

Sunwoo doesn't waste another second and attaches his lips to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin and basking in your whimpers. 

Your fingers dig into his shoulders and press your crotch against his again. "Fuck- Sunwoo please just fuck me!" 

He bites down on the junction of your shoulder and neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. "You're so impatient, kitten" He clicks his tongue, "but you're lucky I'm as well" 

Within seconds you're stripped of your pants and underwear and Sunwoo's fingers are teasing you. "Shit kitten, you're so wet for me" 

"Shut up!" You fight back, but regret it a second later when he delivers a smack to your cunt. 

"Be quiet, slut" He hisses and moves so his mouth is level with your ear. "The only sounds you'll be making are your pretty moans when I fill up your greedy pussy" 

You involuntarily comply and instead just whine pitifully, aching for some relief. 

Sunwoo coos in fake sympathy and pushes two of his lengthy fingers into your soaked pussy. "Damn kitten you're dripping… were you that desperate for my cock?" 

You don't reply and he doesn't comment further on it, instead teasing you further, digits moving fast in and out of your cunt until he feels you clench around his fingers. "You won't cum just yet, kitten" He says, voice low and threatening as he pulls out his fingers and wipes them off on his pants carelessly. "Because I want you to do it on my dick" 

Your eyes roll back when he pulls down his pants and underwear to free his leaking cock. "Shit Sunwoo you're so big-" 

"Hush" He quiets you down with a cocky smirk, "I'll make it fit" 

Another rush of arousal washes over you at his words and you clench around emptiness. "Please!" 

Sunwoo chuckles and rubs the head of his cock against your soaked cunt, catching onto your entrance briefly, but not pushing in and making you whine. "Aww poor kitten, just want to get fucked like the slut you are, don't you? Want me to fuck you stupid and use you as a little cocksleeve, hm?" 

A sob tears through the otherwise silent hall and the man chuckled darkly, getting off of your suffering. "Y- Yes I do! Please just- just fuck me already!" 

"Mhm sure thing" He smirks again, licking his luscious lips and pushing his cock into your dripping entrance, ripping moans from both your mouths. 

The stretch stung at first due to the lack of prepping, but it made you feel all the more full when he bottomed out, pelvis flush against yours. "You like that, whore? Like it when your tight little pussy gets stretched out by a big dick without any prep?" Sunwoo taunts, his lips sucking another mark into the skin of your throat and pulling back with a smack. "You love being used as a cum dump, don't you? Dirty little kitten" 

You mewl in embarrassment, flustered with how easy he could read you. "F- fuck Sunwoo-" 

"Mhm, did I allow you to speak? Be a good little kitten and take my cock like the slut you are" He hisses back, pushing two fingers into your mouth to shut you up briefly as he pulls his hips back, only to slam them against yours. 

A high-pitched moan rips through your throat and you bite down slightly on his digits. 

"Yeah that's right kitten, that's how you take it" He says with a smug undertone as he pulls out his fingers again, instead placing both hands on your waist. "Hold on tight kitten, this is gonna be a rough ride~" 

Without question, your eyes widen and you quickly wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Not wasting another second, Sunwoo starts pounding into you roughly, pulling you up and down by your waist in sync with his thrusts. The slapping of his skin connecting with yours reverberates through the unoccupied hallway of the gym. 

Sunwoo's grunts and raspy moans are right by your ear as he works you both towards your orgasm, his fingers all but digging into the flesh of your waist and surely leaving marks. 

"A-Ah! Sunwoo, r- right there!" You cry out when he brushes against your g-spot, your body trembling at the overwhelming pleasure.

"Mh… Kitten are you gonna cum? Is my cock making you feel so good?" 

"Y- Yes! Yes, your cock is so good!" is your almost immediate reply, fingernails digging into his back and surely leaving red scratch marks on his unblemished skin. 

"Shit- I'm gonna cum, kitten" Sunwoo groans, hips stuttering slightly and pace faltering, "and you're gonna take all of it like the good whore you are" 

You only manage to nod against his shoulder and breathe heavily when you feel yourself near the edge, the coil in your stomach snapping soon. 

"Ughhh, fuck!" Sunwoo growls, bottoms out and grinds against you as his cum fills you up, sending you over the edge as well. You sob into his shoulder, the pleasure almost too much, but then he stops and you lean back against the wall. 

Sunwoo sets you back down on your feet and clicks his tongue. "Look at you kitten, all fucked out and cunt messed up with my cum" 

You whimper and slide down to the floor, too spent to shoot back a remark. 

"It was fun while it lasted" He says and pulls his underwear and pants back up and in place. "I'll see you next week" 

And then he turns around to enter the men's changing rooms and you're left in the hallway, pussy leaking of his cum and feeling tired. 

"Fucking asshole…" You mumble under your breath as you gather your clothes to shower and leave, humiliation seeping into your bones. 

You just fucked your greatest enemy and you enjoyed it.