#a king needs his manicure

[galaxygirl-katie27]

From a discord discussion, because Nasch actually has no claws like the other Barians

[starkeyisthelastname]

I love your dilf!rafe !!!! I would love to hear about him and reader going on childless vacation and him fucking her everywhere ! i love your work

thank you babe! 💖 he can go rounds for rounds 😋

The two of you loved being able to take your children all over the world and letting them have the experience of seeing new places. Sometimes though the both of you needed a little mommy and daddy getaway. He took you to The Bahamas, letting you soak in the sun, sip on expensive drinks and fucking you in every inch of the house that the family owned. He could go absolutely nuts when he began laying into you, he had extreme stamina and energy to fuck for hours.

He’d make you breakfast only for it to get cold as he’d pound into with you bent over the kitchen counter. Your manicured nails would dig into the marble, letting out loud gasps as his massive cock drilled into you. You barely could comprehend anything as you had only woken up a short time ago, your head spinning with nothing but pleasure. “Rafe…” You mumbled, only for his hand to come down and spank your ass. “Don’t start whining, you already knew what it was when I told you we were going on vacation.” He breathed out, his another hand yanking your head back. “Let daddy fuck you how he wants.”

It would only be a few hours after that he’d have you with your legs nearly behind your head as he fucked you into the luxurious king mattress. Your cunt was soaked, the sound of your wetness filling the room as his cock slammed into your hole. His body would look incredible, toned physique flexing and damp with sweat. “Keep those legs up, yeah? You know I love fucking this pussy real deep.” He rasped out, blue eyes mesmerized by the beauty you held.

Of course he’d have to get the view of you bouncing on his cock. Holding your waist and letting you work on it as the two of you were in the private jacuzzi. Your tits had fallen out of your bikini top, your hand resting on the back of his buzzcut while he leaned down to take one in his mouth. It was such a sexy sight knowing this was the man you were married to and had kids with. Especially when his blue eyes would look up at you, throwing you a cocky wink as he flicked his tongue across the hard bud. Your pussy would clench around his fat length, desperate moans leaving your lips as you moved your hips. “There you go baby. Take your time on that big cock. That’s all yours to let fill you up.” His voice low.

[blkkizzat]

PU$$Y GOT MORE M⛧RDERS THAN SHIBUYA.ᐟ 𝐌⛧𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑#𝟒 — 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚, 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧

⛧ 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: nov 13th, 9:54 pm ⛧ 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞: eau du pussy (pussy scent lol) + dubcon + dumbification + riding + teasing + choking + brat!reader + trueform!sukuna ⛧ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬: 2872

Bored out of your mind and fighting the urge to fidget, you stand stationed to Sukuna’s left, Uraume silently positioned on his right like the picture perfect little servant they are. The minutes drag like hours—forty-five excruciatingly dull minutes of Sukuna entertaining sorcerers and curses groveling for his favor. You still couldn’t fathom why he insists on you being present for these pathetic displays, but nonetheless here you are, trapped in the circus of his ego.

Watching paint dry would be more amusing—it certainly wouldn’t smell as bad!

That’s because most of the unfortunate souls asking anything of Sukuna ended up charred to ash. Their brittle bones joining in the ever-growing pile beneath his throne—a macabre monument to the grim fate awaiting anyone who'd dare to waste his time. (Even though he clearly had no qualms about wasting yours). On the rare occasion someone left alive it was only because Sukuna deemed them marginally worthwhile, but even that was a gamble.

Shifting your weight, you feel the numbing tingle of pins and needles creeping up your legs. The acrid stench of burnt flesh, human and otherwise, triggers a wave of nausea as you try really hard not to openly gag.

'Your lack of even the smallest semblance of willpower or decorum is rather impressive, woman.'

The words echo in your head—one of Sukuna’s favorite digs, thrown your way anytime your bemoaning broke through the limits of his patience. You know Sukuna relishes the sight of you squirming, and at this point, you were convinced the only reason he had you stand here in the first place was for his personal amusement. 

How Uraume tolerated the royal asshole willingly for over a millennia, you’d never understand.

But this time, you endured it better, biting back a smirk as the faintest edge of satisfaction bubbles beneath your boredom. 

For once, you had a bit of leverage.

The irony is delicious. The same word he used to mock you—willpower—had been key to goading him into cucking himself for ‘No Nut November.’

Of course The King of Curses didn’t give a damn about mortal bets, but when you teased him, implying he was far too “pussy-whipped” to go a month without fucking you, the nerve you struck was impossible for him to ignore. His pride wouldn’t let it slide, and so, with a sharp sneer, he’d agreed to the terms.

Sukuna had declared it would be effortless. He was, after all, above such mortal temptations—or so he claimed.

Except he wasn’t.

On the surface, Sukuna appeared to be doing quite an admirable job of not missing your pretty lil' pussy, but you could see the invisible cracks forming. His temper, already infamous, had grown even more volatile—if such a thing were possible— and while his mounting frustrations were subtle, it was impossible to miss for those who dare notice.

You and Uraume were likely the only ones who could comment on it without risking immediate dismemberment, but neither of you are foolish enough to point it out directly. Keeping your limbs didn’t mean you wouldn’t pay for the remark.

Holding back your amusement, a quick glance at Sukuna confirmed what you already knew. A prominent vein on his forehead, which had become increasingly more pronounced as the month wore on, is now pulsing angrily. Sukuna’s brimming disinterest, betrayed by narrowing eyes, signals his impatience with the curse before him.

You didn’t need the ability to see into the future to know the groveling curse doesn’t have much of one left—you’d give it 3 to 5 minutes tops.

Fed up with the same song and dance, you sought any distraction wherever you could find it. This time, it came in the form of your sparkly new manicure. The pearlescent pink gel shimmered under the flickering torchlight, a tiny masterpiece of your own creation. 

Rarely allowed to leave this wretched place, you’d taught yourself how to apply your own gel nails to combat the intense monotony of palace life with Sukuna. At least something could sparkle prettily in Sukuna’s oppressively dreary throne room.

You wave your hand out in front of you, smiling to yourself in satisfaction, you honestly really out did yourself on your latest gel set you’d really have to—

“WOMAN!”

Sukuna's ferocious bark shakes the room and snaps your attention back to him. 

“Huh?”

Ignoring the cowering curse entirely, the wrath in Sukuna’s crimson eyes locks onto you with a dangerous glint, his scrutiny intensifying at your airheaded response.

With a single clawed finger, Sukuna beckons you forward. You bite back the urge to roll your eyes as you reluctantly ascend the treacherous steps of bones and ash leading up to his throne. The crushing force of Sukuna’s cursed energy bears down on the room is suffocating and everyone's attention is on you. 

Once in front of him, Sukuna doesn't even give you the opportunity to even ask what this is all about before he strikes. All four of his monstrous arms seize you at once, effortlessly manhandling you into his huge lap, his hands like steer bars bruising your wrists.

“Ow! Quit it, Kuna! I was being good, wasn’t I, Daddy?!”

Sukuna’s eyes flare dangerously at you causally addressing him in such a way, but he doesn’t bother to berate you for it—not when his current audience won’t live to leave this room and tell anyone how a mere human woman dared to address The King of Curses himself.

Sukuna's restraint, however, has its limits. 

Especially when he already has something much better to punish you for. With a swift tug, he yanks you closer, pressing your small hand to his face. A deep inhale follows, his keen senses confirming his suspicions.

“Oh, were you now brat?”

The wicked curve of his lips promises nothing good for you—nevertheless, it sends your heart racing with equal parts dread and excitement.

Sukuna's tone assumes a low drawl, vibrating in his chest with sinister amusement. The soundwaves ripple down your spine causing your core to quiver and dampen.

“Then explain this filthy scent your duplicitous little fingers are drenched in, brat.”

Oop! Busted.

But even with you trapped in his cruel hands— a hold that has so easily snapped hundreds like meaningless twigs—you couldn’t resist the urge to sass him. Poking the monstrous beast was a game you never grew tired of.

“Why, my sweet lil’ pussy juices, my king.” 

You purr softly with an impish grin, looking up at Sukuna seductively under your long babydoll lashes. 

“Whyever do you ask?”

Sukuna’s eyes widen devilishly, pure amusement dripping from him, though the promise of retribution edges on his words.

“Tsk, so you concede, woman? You admit you lack the willpower to stand obediently—like you lack the couth not to touch that shameless, manipulative cunt of yours.”

“Aht-aht, don’t forget tight—”

Winding your hips over the growing bulge under his robes, you feel Sukuna’s control unravel by the second. Twin cocks stirring beneath you, his reaction betrays him now as much as the lingering scent on your fingers betrayed you earlier.

A low purr slips from your lips, soft and alluring, a deliberate tickle to Sukuna’s heightened senses.

“My tight, shameless, manipulative cunt—you remember her, don’t you, my King? Remember how nice she feels?”

The air is thick with tension as you revel in the thrill of pushing him. Your half-lidded eyes, framed by your impossibly long babydoll lashes, cast a sultry gaze that only adds to the tease. 

“Watch it, Brat.”

You knew full well you were playing with fire—the most dangerous kind at that. Yet the peril only fueled your arousal with every calculated, yet foolish, risk you take with Sukuna. Being with Sukuna was playing a constant gamble with your life— and yet never failed to get you entirely soaking.

“Awe Daddy, don’t get mad cause you didn’t understand the rules. It’s called ‘No Nut November��� not ‘No Squirt November’—”

Sukuna’s red eyes glow red as a primal snarl escapes him.

He allows you just enough freedom to shift in his grasp, your body falling forward to press your tits against his chest while his claws dig into your flesh, dangerously close to breaking skin. Fully bricked, Sukuna's twin cocks are throbbing against your ass their heat and size impossible to ignore.

With a smile you seal your fate with one last taunting remark, faux innocence threading through your sinful words. 

“—ya know, you having blue balls for the month wasn’t contingent on my pussy staying dry, Kuna. As your dutiful servant I have to keep both holes stretched and ready for when you eventually crack, don’t I?”

And that was that.

It was truly your fault you ended up in this situation. 

You couldn't blame anyone else but your slick-ass mouth writing checks for your ass and pussy they could barely afford to cash.

But this was something you did on purpose too, huh?

It just so happened that Uraume had come to you in confidence asking to end this silly 'NNN' farce—they’d be your errand runner for an entire month if you’d just fuck Sukuna calm again—well as calm as a volitle curse like Sukuna could be.

And okay while Uraume didn't use those exact words, it was still something to the effect of ‘the lack of mating making Sukuna truly unbearable and they would run whatever errands you wanted in Tokyo if you’d put an end to it.’

Granted, Uraume never told you to take things this far.

But the toxic side of you, the ‘sassy brat with a death wish’ as Sukuna deems you, did want to see exactly how much you could get away with.

Well, you were alive and also still in one piece—which is far more than you can say for the pretty lilac yukata and panties you had worn, reduced to shreds before you could blink. Naked and exposed, Sukuna’s vice-like hands envelop your waist threatening to leave a permanent imprint as he slams you down onto his girthy twin-cocks. 

Both lengths stretch and fill your holes to the absolute limit—your flimsy fingers clearly not enough prep to compensate for the 12 days you’d gone without him and his monstrous cocks. Convinced he was tearing you in half, there's nothing your aching pussy and ass could do but take it when he bottoms out. The sheer size of his lengths violating every sensitive spot inside you as a well of drool to spills over your lips.

Of course, Sukuna doesn’t care if you've yet to adjust. 

The sting of tears in your eyes pales in comparison to the searing burn deep in your womb as your ass slams down onto his muscular thighs, the mix of pleasure and pain almost unbearable. Welts bloom across your skin from the mouths on his hands puncturing your tingling curves. Their sharp teeth dig in deeper as he grips you tighter, guiding you to bounce on him.

Your fresh manicure chips as your nails rake down his massive thighs in a desperate attempt to find support. With your feet braced between his manspread thighs and your limbs trembling from the strain, you're forcefully fucked stupid on his twin cocks, every thrust leaving you closer to the edge of madness.

Honestly, your mind broke the second he bullied them in, you’re purely on autopilot now.

“Looks like I have to teach this insolent little cunt some manners again. Though look how eager she is for her punishment—both holes at that.”

Sukuna’s voice rumbles through you with raw untamed hunger as his heavy hand slaps down on your stuffed pussy.  "HHNNNNGHHHH!!"

Choking on your own spittle from the overwhelming sensations, gurgles of ecstasy echo from you. 

The obscene noise of flesh colliding against flesh is heard throughout Sukuna’s throne room, mingling with your wanton cries. Sukuna times his hips upward with your descent on his cocks, ensuring you wouldn't be able to run with not an inch of him left unsheathed. 

Winding you up like a child’s toy, Sukuna delivers a smack to your ass telling you to keep going as he leaves you to it. Carrying on with terrifying nonchalance, Sukuna welcomes in the remaining petitioners as though you weren't dramatically impaling yourself on his cocks. Those who dared let their eyes linger on the spectacle of your tremoring bouncing body and face twisted in pure euphoria for too long were immediately dismantled—their remains scattering across the floor in a gruesome display of Sukuna’s wrath.

As much as Sukuna reveled in his humiliation of you, he was still insanely jealous. He wouldn’t allow anyone else to oogle you so lustfully in front of him. Like a skilled succubus the temptation you presented isn't easy to ignore and Sukuna soon finds himself killing nearly everyone who entered before they even opened their mouths. 

“Look back at me, whore. Keep your attention on your King.” 

Sukuna’s command is swimming in possessiveness but you can’t even process how jealous he is while he’s fucking your brain so perfectly smooth. You obey, although reduced to delirious sugary giggles and coos while you ride him. Your head tilting back, taking your eyes with it, you part your lips wide and stick out your tongue expectantly. 

“AAHHHHH~”

Sukuna feigns a scoff although he is thoroughly amused by how far you'd debase yourself on his cocks and so willingly too. You are far from humiliated. If anything the excitement of being watched makes you cream on him harder. Rewarding your slutty ways, Sukuna spits a fat wad of his saliva directly into your mouth. Cunt clenching around him wildly, you swallow it eargery asking for more with lewd flicks of your tongue.

“Just a nasty fucking girl, aren't you?” 

Driving up into you harder, Sukuna’s snarl has your entire body vibrating. The tongues on his burly palms swirl over your swollen areolas making your toes curl deliciously.

“Imagine a bratty slut like you the gall to call me pussy-whipped when you fall apart so easily on my cocks?”

His large hand pressed firmly against your belly, a feral growl escaping him as he felt the bulge his cock made inside you, his balls tightening painfully ready for release. 

“Now speak properly. Tell me where my pretty lil’ whore wants it.”

Sukuna taunts you knowing how you can't find words and yet somehow, because he had commanded it, you find the will to speak again. Your feeble whimpers of pleasure are near incoherent.

“I-Insiiiiiide—pluh-lease, hnnnng—wan' it s' bad, Daddy-AHHHH!!”

Your pace slows as your limbs begin to give out and Sukuna doesn't waste time scooping you up to fold you in half. His arms connect tightly hugging around your knees as your back smushes against the fiery skin of his chest.

One of his extra arms reaches around, delivering a stinging, wet slap to your pussy. The sharp smack sends a jolt through your body, and with a loud shriek, you squirt again more feverishly this time as. your release splashes across his throne. Your fluids even drain down to the floor, trickling down the steps below in rivulets.

Lifting you on his cocks until only the very tips of his fat cockheads hook on the muscles of your holes before sending you plummling back down, making you see pure white heated nirvana.  

“It's only naturally my fiendish lil' slut would want to be bred in front of an audience.” 

Sukuna is dripping with wicked intent, fangs salivating on your neck.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease!”

His grip moved to your throat, constricting your airflow as he fuckes you with increasing intensity, each brutal thrust wrecking your body like you were nothing more than a doll in his hands. The pressure built unbearably in your core, and with one last, devastating stroke, your orgasm shattered through you, body exploding with shivers rippling through every fiber of your being as you convulse around him.

Sukuna’s twin cocks seize, ready to blow as well, but at the very last moment, he pulls out—hot webby ropes of spunk spill across your back, pooling on his stomach, his throne, the floor—everywhere BUT in your eagerly awaiting pussy.

Blinking confused in a daze, your expression as you glance back at him leaves Sukuna hardily laughing in a wicked glee, looking absolutely diabolical. 

“Awe, poor lil' whore— you realize it’s still ‘No Nut November’, don't you brat?"

Sneering, Sukuna hauls you down to your knees by your hair.

"And I am hearby making new amendments to the rules—I will nut however there will be none being put inside those vile greedy holes of yours."

You whine as your now empty pussy and asshole pulse in disappointment —longing for the feeling of his cum oozing out of them.

Sukuna's twin-cocks, still fully hard and trickling out his cum, are gleaming in the torch light—what a waste!

The expression he wears is nothing short of cruel.

“You want my cum?” 

You moan in confirmation as Sukuna darkly hums.

“Then your treacherous lil' cunt is going to spend the rest of the fucking month proving yourself worthy of it, whore.”

Roughly prodding his cocks against your pretty, yet pathetic, lil' pout Sukuna laughs as you try not to slip on all the fluids at his feet.

“Now, clean me up, slutty lil' brat.”

blkkizzat ©2023-2024 no ai, reposting, plagiarism or translation allowed.

𝐚/𝐧: next 12/15, 6:00 a.m. PST queued geto suguru shhh, sukuna is pussy-whipped and will likely cum in you regardless in less than 24hrs. reblogs and comments make my coochie quake tysm! <3

[choso-is-bbg]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐔𝐘...

suguru's the type of guy who carries your purse for you. he doesn't care about the strange looks he gets, he's just happy to hold your bag for you. whether you need to take a trip to the restroom or you're just tired of carrying it, he's there to hold onto it for as long as you need him to.

suguru's the type of guy who lets you play with his hair. he's very protective of his long lustrous locks, he he doesn't mind you combing your fingers through it. he finds it king of relaxing. he also lets you do his hair routine for him just so he can spend more time close to you and feeling your touch.

suguru's the type of guy who smiles when he talks to you on the phone. just the sound of your voice has the corner of his lips turning upward as he listens to whatever it is you want to say, be it something stupid or gossip you couldn't wait to tell him, other way he's still smiling as he imagines you infront of him talking to him.

suguru's the type of guy who enjoys cuddling up with you on movie night. it's just something about the way your frame fits his, your legs intertwined under the covers and him placing his chin on the top of your head. it's moments like these that he wants to live in forever, barely paying attention to the movie, just occasionally placing kisses on your ear, neck and cheek.

suguru's the type of guy who documents almost everything you do together. he had a special journal with your ship name on it where he writes each and everything about your day together. he of course does this in secret, he would die of embarrassment if you were to ever read what he writes inside.

suguru's the type of guy who has spa days with you. any random day of the week, you plan to do your skincare, haircare, pedicures, manicures, whatever it is, he has to do them with you. just so he can sit and laugh with you spending as much of his time he has with you.

suguru's the type of guy who rarely uses your name instead calling you cute names. his favourites are 'darling', 'pretty girl' and 'baby'. the only time he calls you by your given name is when he's being serious. he just likes how you smile everytime you smile when he calls you a cute nickname.

suguru's the type of guy who enjoys cooking together with you. playing a youtube tutorial and mixing the ingredients infront of you and soon enough, the tutorial ending up as background music as you're laughing together, a mess of your clothes from the spilled contents. he knows nothing ever gets done since you end up ordering food anyways, but at least he got to have some fun with you.

suguru's the type of guy who loves when you wear his clothes. it's just something about your frame being swallowed by his robes that has his heart melting. and the fact that when you walk around with his scent on you because your wearing his clothes, he just adores you so much.

suguru's the type of guy who always stares at your lips when you talk to him. he knows he should be staring into your gorgeous eyes, but there's just something about your lips. his mind can't help but wonder how your lips would feel on his even though you've kissed multiple times. he just can't help himself and kisses you right then and there.

[4unnyr0se]

Hear me out…asking Kenma and Akaashi to eat it from the back..

❥ eat it from the back | kenma kozume & keiji akaashi

warnings: timeskip! kenma and akaashi, fem! reader, eating pussy from the back (obvs), kenma is a tease and akaashi is a gentleman, fingering, spanking (kind of), mentions of hickeys, bokuto mentioned

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 2.1k

a/n: okay i literally hate this with every fiber of my being but i hope u like it nonnie xx

Kenma Kozume

“Hey babe?” you poked your head into your bedroom shared by your boyfriend, the neon red and white lights reflecting off his hazelnut waves. The atmosphere was cozy and quaint, accompanied by the faintest sound of video game characters making attack noises at each other. “I-I have a question if you aren’t busy.” your manicured nails anxiously rubbed against the doorframe, a worrying feeling coursing through your pulsating veins. 

Kenma turned around, placing his cat-ear headphones around his neck. You had gotten them as a joke last Christmas, but he grew attached to them quickly. Your boyfriend was akin to that of a cat, after all. “Yeah, what’s up? Is everything okay?” he asked, his voice laced with a mild concern. You were usually so open with him, never afraid to speak your mind. Why did you seem anxious? Were you hurt?

“O-oh, everything is fine. It’s just…I wanted to try something different, if that’s okay.” you smiled in a feeble attempt to assure him, closing the door behind you. Kenma raised an eyebrow and exited his expensive gaming chair, electing to sit on the king-sized bed on the other side of the room. He patted the blanketed spot next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder once you were snuggled deep into his side. “What did you wanna try, hm? It’s okay, I won’t judge you.”

You blushed and bit down on your lip, not daring to look into Kenma’s gorgeous golden eyes. Since you started dating, your boyfriend has always accommodated your needs, ensuring you feel safe and secure. Surely he would not refuse you now? “Uh, my friend sent me a video on Twitter and…and it was of a girl getting head from behind. I-if you know what I mean.”

A smirk decorated Kenma’s lips as he pulled you impossibly closer to his chest, the thick fabric of his company hoodie softly grazing your blushing cheek. “Oh, was that it? That’s nothing, baby. You know I can’t say no to your pretty face when you ask for something so simple.” he purred, grasping your chin with his hand. He pulled you out of his hoodie to look into his eyes, molten with a newfound desire and longing. The padding of his thumb pulled on your bottom lip, admiring how pretty you looked when you were so desperate for him. “Can you take those pants off and get on all fours for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded quickly, practically ripping off your pants along with your panties, tossing them in some random corner of the room to be forgotten about. You smushed your flushing face against the silky sheets of the massive bed, your back arching so perfectly for him. All on display, all for Kenma. He growled at the sight, kneading the flesh of your ass between his long fingers. “Fucking perfect.” he groaned, playfully cracking his hand against your skin. “Shit, you’re fucking dripping for me. Do you want this that badly, baby?”

“Yes!” you whimpered, your hands finding purchase in the sheets as Kenma bent down, his fingers trailing your dripping folds. “Please, fuck, please just, just do it!” 

“Okay, pretty girl, whatever you want,” he whispered, placing a teasing kiss on your inner thigh before his mouth landed on your soaked core. His hot tongue slid up and down your folds, mewl after pathetic mewl escaping your lips and being drowned out by the sheets. His hands gripped onto your thighs to secure your position, leaving tiny, fingerprint-sized bruises. His tongue drew playful circles around your sopping entrance, pushing the tip of his muscle in occasionally so he could relish in your surprised squeal.

Kenma indulged himself in you, but that was no shock at all. He was a very greedy lover, and you adored that about him. You tasted like the nectar of the gods on his skilled tongue, his name falling from your plump lips in a broken prayer as your stomach sank further into the mattress, slowly coming undone by his expert oral ministrations. “Shit, you’re fucking shaking. You must’ve wanted this, huh, baby?

His lewd words sent vibrations throughout your body, causing your clit to so painfully throb. “P-please,” you begged, reaching behind you to desperately grasp for his hand. “Need you, please.” Your hand found purchase on his wrist, impatiently dragging it to hover above your soaked clit. 

He choked back a moan as his fingers began to swirl around your clit, pinching the sensitive bud just to get a beautiful yelp to fall from your lips. The way it was throbbing, the way you were so beautifully dripping all over his chin and mouth; you were close. He could feel it. Kenma could tell when you were about to reach orgasm by the way your walls squeezed his cock, but this time it was different. Your body was shaking and trembling, so you were in for quite a ride. 

“Gonna fucking cum, baby? That’s okay, cum on my face. You can do it, can’t you? Be a good fucking girl and drown me, don’t make me ask again.” he demanded, rhythmically plunging his tongue in and out of your entrance. His tongue accidentally-on-purpose hit the most sensitive spot inside your core, causing you to topple over the edge and into complete and utter bliss. You release coated half of his lower face, making the mess Kenma never tired of seeing. Fuck, you looked so perfect like this. Bent over and all spent for him, profanities escaping your mouth as you rode your high so gracefully. 

Reluctantly, Kenma pulled himself away from your drenched lower half, wiping your release from his lips. As you turned around to face him, he smacked your ass. “Sorry baby,” he corrected, standing up to slide off his sweatpants and boxers. His cock leaked with precum, prodding at your entrance. “Did you really think we were done? That’s so cute.”

Keiji Akaashi

Akaashi has been your most trusted friend ever since high school. You were Fukurodani’s manager and went to the same university as him, often spending time with each other for whatever reason you two wanted, be it studying or simply crying over your shitty boyfriend cheating on you. He was always there for you, and you were always there for him. You knew everything about each other, everything, including your deepest, most dark desires.

It began when you discovered (by pure accident) that you had apartments in the same building, one floor apart. It was a shock at first, albeit a hilarious one. Akaashi joked about how you could never get rid of him, like how you and Bokuto were attached at his hip in high school. Eventually, like in college, you spent every free moment with each other. He could be editing a manga panel on his laptop, and you gingerly made him tea, patting his head. His green eyes would always trail to the hem of your top, the hint of exposed cleavage driving him secretly wild. Or how you would wear your sleep shorts constantly because you worked from home, the sight of your exposed thighs making him instantly hard in his slacks. 

One day, the tension between the two of you snapped. Akaashi had you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands squeezing your waist. His lips molded so perfectly against your own, groaning into your mouth as your teeth teasingly bit onto his bottom lip. That night was filled with passion and longing, a longing that started to brew since the day you decided to become a Fukurodani manager. Since then, your neck has never been free from his hickeys or marks, and Akaashi’s wrists always have one of your bracelets dangling from the bone.

You never kept anything from each other; why would you? You had known each other for so long that you and he were practically in sync—what he did, you did, etc. So when your friend sent you a Twitter link to a video of a girl trembling as she got eaten out from behind, you just had to show him.

“Keiji, look at this.” you tapped him on the shoulder, momentarily distracting him from editing a manga panel. “My friend sent me this. It’s pretty hot, right?” The video was muted, but the woman’s pleasure was so undeniable. Three fingers pumped in and out of her sobbing pussy while her partner secured her position with his large hands, his tongue ravishing her. 

“Yeah, it is really hot,” Akaashi looked at you with a flicker of desire in his eyes, kissing your fingers gently. “Would you like to try that, sweetheart?” He rose from his chair, slightly towering above you. He was so gentle at times you had forgotten that he used to play volleyball. Akaashi was pretty damn tall. You nodded and leaned to kiss him, resting your arms on his broad shoulders. He smiled into the kiss, breaking it for only a moment so he could drag you into the living room. Shrugging off his cardigan and removing his glasses, he gestured to the leather couch. “Can you get into the position like the girl in the video, sweetheart? Face down, ass up, come on.”

You happily obliged, stripping yourself of your shorts and panties instantly. You proudly displayed yourself for him, wiggling your ass playfully with a teasing grin plastered across your beautiful face. “Like this Keiji, yeah? Like when we do doggy style.”

“Exactly like when we do doggystyle, sweetheart.” Akaashi groaned, massaging your ass tenderly. You were already dripping for him, fuck. Were you thinking about this for longer than he thought? “You always look so fucking pretty for me.” his long and calloused fingers prodded at your throbbing entrance, eliciting an impatient moan from your lips. “Don’t tease, baby! Wan’ you so bad, c’mon!”

He pushed his index and middle finger inside your sobbing core, curling them inside instantly. Your walls squeezed about him perfectly, your manicured nails clawing at the pillow supporting your head. “T-tongue! Wan’ your tongue, Keiji! Please…” you whimpered, turning your head to look at him with a flustered and needy expression. 

“I know, pretty girl,” he cooed, quickening his ministrations in your fluttering cunt. “Just doing what the guy in the video did, right? You’ll get my tongue soon enough,” he assured you, squeezing the backs of your thighs lovingly. That put you at ease for a moment until his skilled tongue licked a fat stripe up your glistening folds, earning the most delightful squeal from your throat. 

“Fuck.” Akaashi slowly dragged his tongue up and down your wanton heat, groaning as your slick covered his tongue and mouth. You always tasted divine, like something not of this world. Your thighs already began to shake like the girl in the video, his fingers gently pistoning in and out of you being the perfect finishing touch. “So fucking pretty like this,” he whispered against you, fingers pulling out of your heat to rub against the clit. “I’ve never seen you this needy. Have you always wanted to try this? Hm?” 

You frantically nodded and pressed yourself against his face, wanting more of his wet muscle against your core. “J-just make me cum, dammit! You never tease me like this.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Akaashi buried himself in your cunt once more, tracing delicate circles on your most sensitive part. At the same time, his index finger rubbed your clit too well, the slick from inside your pussy adding a new kind of lubrication. Akaashi chuckled in satisfaction as he felt your orgasm approach, his tongue prodding at your entrance. He plunged the wet muscle inside, slurping noises filling the room of your otherwise silent living area. The tip expertly dipped in and out, running along each of your folds to avoid neglecting either.  “Want you to cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” he demanded, rubbing on your clit at a sickeningly fast pace. “Can you do that for me now? Wanna cum on my tongue?”

Like you were something he had programmed, you became unraveled all over his tongue, your slick release covering his mouth. “S-shit! Keiji, fuck! Oh my fucking god, don’t stop! Holy shit, fuck, fuck!” 

Akaashi smiled as he pulled away from your heat, giving your inner thighs gentle kisses. “You did so well, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” He grabbed your hips and flipped you around, pressing his lips against yours in a tender embrace. His tongue flicked against your lips, spreading some of your release. “You taste amazing, can you see?” 

You nodded and collapsed onto his chest, rubbing your head against the wool fabric of his sweater. “Gonna take a nap on you, is that okay?”

Akaashi chuckled to himself and kissed the top of your sweaty head, rubbing his hands down your back. “Of course, baby, get as much rest as you need. You did so well for me.”

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[thebubblesareevil]

Only the best Kings wear pink! Pt 2

Part 1 part 3

The day things changed was just like any other. The Keep was decked out with pink decorations and different activities though-out the castle, including but not limited to: tea in the garden, manicure stations, parent playgrounds (note spa), bowification stations, the glitter corner, the archery range, Queen Dorothea’s dragon tower…etc

Everything was ready for their monthly guests when, rather unexpectedly, he heard a knock at the door.

His guests had long forgone knocking (the parents could rarely get to the door before the children charged in). He managed to get to the door, waving off a busy maid carrying a delicious looking cake, where her was greeted by the teary eyed face of a young girl.

That in itself was odd, Danny made a point of no tears in the keep.

There was also the fact that she was very much alive.

Danny immediately kneeled in front of the little girl.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your tears, but are you here for the princess tea party?” He asked gently.

The little girl sniffled. “Tea party?”

Danny nodded. “All the little princesses of my Kingdom are invited.”

“But I’m not a princess.” She cried a bit more. Danny gave her a thoughtful hum.

“You certainly look like a princess to me.” Danny stated. “Are you lost little princess?”

She nodded, rubbing the tears from her eyes.

“Tell you what, why don’t you join us for our tea party and then I’ll personally escort you back to your castle, what do you say?”

The little girl sniffled, pondering for a moment before nodding.

“Wonderful!” Danny grinned. “And may I learn the name of the such an adorable princess?”

The little girl giggled “Lian! Lian Harper!”

“A lovely name for a lovely princess!” Danny grinned. “C’mon, I’m sure Lilac can get you your very own princess dress while we wait for the others.

——-

Lian fit in perfectly with the other children. Some of the parents seemed a bit skeptical, though they quickly accepted it after a brief explanation from the King.

Some parents went straight for the spa while others headed towards the suggestion room. (It really cut down on audiences when issues could be resolved with a letter)

All too soon the day ended and skulker reported to Danny with Lian’s home address.

Danny found her in the garden napping among the blossoms.

Danny smiled, gently nudging the girl awake.

“Lian? It’s time to go home now.”

“Hmmm?” Lian sluggishly raise her arms to be picked up by the King. Danny chuckled.

“Of course.” He gently picked, cradling her in his arms.

Silently he opened a portal into Lian’s bedroom carefully tucking her into bed.

Not even a moment after he vanished did a frantic babysitter rushed into the room, nearly sobbing in relief when she found the little girl.

(She was never playing hide and seek with the little ninja again)

——-

For the next few months the pattern continued. Though somehow no one ever seemed to notice when the girl vanished each month.

She had fully indoctrinated herself among the little ghosts of the tea party, every month the boys would challenge her to an archery bout and lose each time reluctantly conceding to getting the makeup done with each loss. (Edgar was quite fond of rainbow unicorn sparkle nails)

She was never late nor was she ever early (this led to many suspicions that Danny didn’t care enough to confirm). More than anything, after the 2nd time of her wandering into his Keep, Danny made a point of giving her a ghost whistle to call cujo if she ever got lost or needed him.

So he was understandably concerned when he was summoned by his (favorite) little princess by magic of all things.

He of course answered to summons (what if she was in dAnGeR???!?!?)

He stepped out of the portal at his full size, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling of the warehouse he found himself in.

Danny frowned, looking around he didn’t see Lian until he looked down at the crying little princess at his feet. Danny immediately shrunk down, completely ignoring the heroes fighting the cloaked (cultist? Fanatics? Victims of his wrath? That last one felt right) soon to be victims of his wrath.

Once he was at more manageable size he picked up Lian and swiftly removed her bindings.

“What’s wrong princess? If you wanted to see me all you needed to do was call.” He asked gently combing her hair with his claws, ignoring the red headed archer shouts.

“The mean men said they were gonna hurt Daddy and uncle Jay Jay, and all their friends!” She sniffled looking up at Danny giving him a clear view of the line of blood on her neck where his (very) soon to be victims nicked her.

“Shh, shh, don’t you worry princess. Why don’t you go hang out in the keep and help Spectre paint Banshees nail, hmm? I’m sure Fright would love it if you could braid his hair again too.” Lian pressed her wet face into Danny’s chest as she nodded.

He reached out, opening a small portal to gently place the little princess in his daughter’s room with a quick explanation.

He temporarily ignored the red heads screams and allowed the flurry of arrows and gunfire to pass through him.

He had other things to deal with right now.

“Now who do I have the pleasure of destroying today?”

One of the cloaked soon to be victims was clearly an imbecile as he stepped forward and began to shout.

“We offer you these two sacrifices in addition to the girl, that you might grant us the power to defeat our enemies, o mighty King of the Infinite Realms!”

Danny took a moment to count. “How strange, see I counted 15 victims and 2 spectators. You must need to get your glasses checked” Danny nodded to himself, allowing his for to stretch and his power to fill the room.

“But, I don’t have-“

Danny struck hard and fast. They would never see the light of day again.

After he was done disposing of the trash, he turned his attention to the heroes. Each of which had a weapon trained on his head, unfortunately human weapons didn’t work on him so they wouldn’t be much help.

“You son of a bitch! Give her back!!!” The red head shouted, his hands shaking.

“The rest of our team will be here any minute! Surrender now return the girl and we won’t have to fight you!” Helmet head shouted. Something felt off about that one, almost…familiar. Danny squinted and made a (probably stupid decision)

“Hmmm, nope” he snapped his fingers and two portals appeared underfoot of the two heroes.

[chiwhorei]

I have no idea where this came from I’m all icky sicky today and needed some Nanami comfort. ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა♡

tags: a bit of smut, mostly fluff, domestic king Nanami Kento

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Nanami isn’t ever a boyfriend he literally starts acting like a husband from day zero.

Nanami finds out your favorite flowers, because he asks u like a grown ass man, and he is getting you flowers every 2 weeks on the dot as soon as the old ones are needing to be thrown away.

Nanami is making sure he’s got the kind of soap/lotion/toothpaste you like at his place for when you sleep over. Nanami loves watching you do your nightly skincare routine, sitting up in bed barely paying attention to the book in his hands because he’s just so enamored with you.

Nanami is truly addicted to the pussy. He spends hours down on you, lapping and sucking and fucking his thick tongue into you. From the jump, too. He’s eating your pussy the night of your first date. He’s getting you off more than once that night— the first one wasn’t for you, not even the second, those were just for Kento, because he is a greedy man. By the time he’s rolling a condom on to fuck you, you’ve cum more times from just his tongue than any other man has cumulatively.

Nanami’s learning your love language and showing you his own. He’s big on acts of service and quality time. He prefers a quiet night in and cooking a meal together. He likes ordering in on lazy Friday nights. He likes going grocery shopping with you. He likes the way your fingers brush his as he hands you a dish to dry. You dry, he washes. The soapy water would chip your manicure.

Nanami asks your friends to figure out what kind of engagement ring you want. He wants it to be a surprise but he also wants to ensure you get exactly what you want. He proposes on the beach, the same one you walked barefoot on after your first date. He gets down on one knee where you stopped him that night to admire the sunset and pulled him into a kiss. Kento took a mental note as to exactly where you were standing because in that moment he knew he was going to marry you.

Nanami is a wife guy, through and through. He is at his best when you’re beside him. He takes care of you, but never gets in the way of your goals. He dotes on you but knows you are his equal and his partner. He asks you for your opinions when he’s got a big decision to make at work. He is vulnerable with you, he’s patient, he’s so kind.

Nanami ensures that you are dressed to the nines, as a couple, at any work parties, friends wedding, fancy dinners. He always wears something that compliments the dress you pick out. He’s always there to zip you up, moving your hair delicately to the side and putting it back after. He insists to lean down and help you into your heals before walking out the door.

Nanami, of course, opens every door for you, he always has a hand at your back to keep you steady. He always introduces you as his wife with so much pride. And he’s always going to drape his suit jacket over your shoulders before walking outside, even if it’s not really that cold.

Nanami is fucking you deep and raw the second you mention you think it’s a good time to start trying for a baby. He’s got you almost upside down when he’s cumming in you, to make sure you’re pregnant asap. He knocks you up on the first try and is fucking you good throughout your entire pregnancy. One because you swollen and round with his baby makes him feral and two because regular sex and frequent orgasms are important for a healthy pregnancy.

Nanami is committed to his work, but is never home a minute late. Especially after the birth of your first child. As soon as he walks through the door, you’re clocking out and taking a nice luxurious bubble bath while Kento gets some 1:1 time with your infant. He knows how exhausting it is being a new parent, especially when he went back to the 9-5 a few months after your daughter was born and you’re at home with the baby all day. So he leaves work and clocks in for the night shift, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder if you try to get up when the baby’s fussing, telling you that he’s got it. It’s his turn. You’ll cook dinner together while Kento has the baby strapped to his chest. Because the golden rule in Kento’s head is ensuring equitable partnership, making sure that the brunt of childcare doesn’t default to you because of some tired gender-norms, and of course spoiling you and his baby girl every second he can, for the rest of his life. ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა

[princessbrunette]

dick so good i'd let rafe mansplain solitaire and all his little games to me like im stupid - 🍓

🤍໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ⋆˚✿˖°

everything rafe explains is ‘mansplain’ material, but honestly — you don’t mind. infact, he can mansplain whatever he wants as long as he keeps that good dick coming.

you’re all dazed and giggly, you had been all day since rafe gave it to you good at noon. it was a lazy day, your boyfriend not marching around on 20 errands and 8 side quests for once as he lays about tannyhill with you, his usual shirt and slacks switched out for a tshirt and sweatpant shorts. he looks noticeably younger like this, his floppy bangs hanging messily on his forehead and he focuses on his phone, long pointer finger swiping and pressing when need be.

clingy and needy, you end up on his lap, his phone screen placed infront of you with the gentle hum of the television in the background creating a relaxing and domestic atmosphere. “so what hand should i play here? were you listenin’?” he drawls, adjusting you on his lap as he quizzes you. tucking your mouth into one corner, you hum theatrically— knowing you barely listened to a word he said, too focused on how blissed out you were with the warm buzzing of his nasally voice in your ear.

“mm, this one”. you tap your manicured nail on the screen at a random pile and he pulls the screen away, as if worried you’d press something.

“dont wanna empty a spot without a king, remember?” he speaks slowly like you’re a little stupid and you giggle, already throwing in the towel.

“i dont knooow rafe! just wanna watch you play, i dont need to know the rules.” you concede and he shakes his head, pressing the pile he wanted to play and you watch the cards shuffle about on his screen.

“its a good skill to have. you don’t play cards with your friends?” he asks, eyes still fixated on the screen over your shoulder and you snicker, twisting your body to nuzzle into him.

“no, what the hell.” you chortle at the idea. “we just talk, gossip n’stuff.”

“girly shit. guess you won’t be joinin’ me for poker night at kelce’s then?”

“i’ll come but i wont play. i’ll just sit there like a good luck charm.”

it’s rafes turn to snicker, in high spirits as he seemed to be winning the game on his phone. “s’all you ever wanna do huh? sit there n’look pretty.”

“is that not allowed?” you pull your cheek away from where you’d shoved it against him to gaze up at him with a cheeky smile, batting your lashes as he glances at you away from his phone.

“‘course it is.” he purrs, briefly tipping his head to deliver a big wet kiss to your cheek, making you giggle and wipe it on his t-shirt. “don’t fuckin’ wipe that off.” he chuckles in offence, jogging you on his lap. you liked when rafe just let go, he could be really fun behind closed doors.

🤍໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ⋆˚✿˖°

[abcdbleh]

there's something about big scary brute simon Riley who likes when his dove wears lingerie that's pink or white

someone ordinary would think how it's a red flag that your man only prefers white and pink lingerie but not Simon's pretty dove

shes a broken thing from her young age so as fate goes she and Simon cross paths and that's destiny to you

they're just two people who match each others freaks :(( so one day she gets to know Simon behaves differently when she surprises him while wearing a pink babydoll.

Simon goes still eerily still, his gears in his brain stop working and all he wants to do is to ruin and break an innocent and Fragile angel who's dressed in pink all for him

but she tells him you can't break or ruin something that's already broken and ruined in so many ways but he doesn't care doesn't listen to the pretty words coming out of her mouth right now all she's good for is bending her over spine arching sluttily and creaming all over his fat cock

she puts on a show for him like a good little dove the babydoll flawlessly covering her body with the low v-neck that makes her plush soft cleavage peak out, she slowly walks to Simon who's sitting at the edge of their king sized bed and with no care in the world she plops herself on his lap already feeling his cock chub up even more underneath her

she continues to trace his scars underneath the mask her wears while grinding on him like a slut in heat Simon immediately loses control hastily grabbing her soft hips and the lace and keeps it in his trouser pocket as a souvenir when he's on deployment he's ruined ruined by her soft touches her manicured nails leaving indents on his neck and he lives for it he lives for the pain the blood that pours down because of her he's a ruined man who needs to stuff his fat cock in her before he embarrasses himself while cumming in his pants like a hormonal teenage boy whispering sweet nothings to each other and kissing each other passionately,his gear all thrown across the room shes riding him until he Blacks out his ears ringing his cock hurts from overstimulation but he doesn't tell her this all he wants is for her to use him because he thinks that's all a broken man is good for it works both ways right? if you want to ruin one you must let the other ruin you too

[bluerosefox]

Bellatrix Star

A TaliaxDanny idea that came to me.

Damian, Bruce, and the rest of the bats discover the Talia al Ghul they had been fighting against, the one that cloned her own son, had the clone kill him, plant a control device in him when he broke his spine, etc etc was actually not the real Talia al Ghul.

Turned out Ra's had cloned her and killed the original when she discovered his little plans to take over Damain's body and she confronted him about it. Ra's had to make a clone when after tossing a dead Talia into the pits but never returned (he meant to kill her as a warning, as a "you may be my blood but will not hesitate to end you Talia.") It explains so much to Damian when remembers how out of nowhere his mother changed, her training him changed from harsh to deadly, the soft motherly love she would give him when behind closed doors suddenly stopped, the tales she would spin for him about his father no longer whispered to him for bed.

How this was find out?

Well it's hard to ignore the facts that when your foolish grandfather in his quest for immortality summons an eldritch being known as the Ghost King into the Mortal Realm and uses Damian as a sacrifice while his (not) mother watches emotionless.

When the being appeared, plunging the room from green glowing flames and the glow of the Lazarus Pits into darkness before a cosmos exploded to life, its glowing green eyes snapped open in the stars and stared at them all. Making every single one of them feel small, so very small.

It took a single glance around the room before stopping on the al Ghul's. It's eyes widen before a steel and firm look entered them. Just as quick as the cosmos sprang to life, it suddenly swirled away into a ball, putting them all back into the Lazarus room,and reformed in front of them to a more humanish height and body.

When the body, around the height and build of Batman, was done forming it took a step forward and suddenly as one blinked a man stood in front of them. Or rather floated. Snow white hair that flickered and wisped towards a crown made of fire and ice, glowing green eyes that held none of the madness but all of the power the Lazarus Pits could give. His clothing were tailored made that were tastefully a mixture of black and white with some silvers and greens, clothes fit for a King one would say. The cosmos that once engulfed the room had shifted into a cloak that hanged around his body, on one side more than the other (think like how CW wears his only the hood is down).

This, this was no doubt the Ghost King, he stood tall and regal and made everyone in the room feel the need to look down, to bow ones head for even just a moment. Even Ra's had trouble disobeying the urge to do so.

"Well..." the being said, his voice deep but not as gravely as Batman's was "What an interesting way to meet my In-Laws and Step-Son..."

He has said that as he looked towards the al Ghul's. Damian flinched back with a frown of confusion and disbelief while Ra's looked panicked for a second when the words registered into his mind, meanwhile Talia... looked emotionless and barely even twitched.

"What the fu-?" Someone began only to stop when the King lifted his hand and with a snap of his fingers a green portal appeared, it looked almost like the Lazarus Pits but it felt... cleaner? Less angry?

"My Bellatrix, my warrior star. I believe I've been summoned to your home dimension. And judging by the looks of it your father created a barely functioning Mirror of you and planned on using your son as a sacrifice to me." He spoke out towards the portal before holding his hand out.

A hand appeared from the portal, a slender hand and with green and black painted nails manicure to perfection before someone walked through it as they took hold of the Ghost King's offering hand.

Standing in front of them was another Talia, only this one looked a tad older than the one in the room. She wore clothing that matched the King to a T but even then, as always, Talia looked deadly in it. Beautiful but very deadly. From the heels she wore to the crown upon her head, a crown made of not ice and fire but of stars and black jewels. Her eyes were sharp as she stared at everyone in the room, frown on her painted lips, but her eyes lit with a small soft joy when she saw Damian only for them to turn poisonous when they landed on Ra's and the other Talia nearby.

"I should had know you would had created a Mirror of me instead of admitting to my son you killed me Father." Queen Talia spat out. "The least you could had done was not make my Mirror so cheaply, it doesn't even have a proper soul attached to it."

[solaiced]

CASE 2: HIS HIGHNESS, SUKUNA RYOMEN, DEMANDS AN HEIR!

!content!: breeding, canon typical violence, sukuna being kinda soft, mentions of pregnancy, canon divergence, implied multiple rounds, sukuna and strong language.

wc: 1,7k

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Being close to Sukuna wasn't easy. Being his wife, however, was hell. It's not violent, as everyone thinks. Well, not in that sense. He is demanding. And sometimes, it's hard to come through to his orders. For example, a servant was ordered to bring home mangoes at the end of the year, which was difficult, as it was not the season. Sukuna executed him in front of the whole court, including you and his concubines.

Said concubines' numbers having depleted after that event. They couldn't handle that kind of violence. Having gone from six to three then finally two. You? You stayed. You were quite literally obligated to, but you didn't really want to leave anyways. You were used to the violence, the blood and overall the gore that surrounded Sukuna. As a loyal combatant, you were not better than him, both of your kill counts being very close in numbers.

Anyways, that wasn't the point. First thing's first, kings had heirs. And an idiot from the near village had suggested to bring his daughter as his 'heir-bearer' as she had 'potential' and was a strong woman.

Now, no doubt she had potential, but there was no way he would accept to impregnate some woman. You, however, he would. So, when he randomly picked you up from a conversation, throwing you over his broad shoulder, leaving both ends of your body hanging, you didn't think it would be for this.

Thus, when he throws you on the bed, stares you down as he rips open your junihitoe, which took months to make, by the way, and flips you over.

"Wait, wait, what are you doing?!" You back up, crawling to the bed board before he drags you back by the ankle.

"Impregnating you. Breeding you. Fucking you. Making love to you. I don't care what the word is, I'm going to put my dick inside of you and make an heir for my kingdom." he says it so casually, you thought you misheard and he was actually talking about something inconspicuous.

"No, no, you didn't talk to me about this, why so suddenly? I thought you had, like, another thousand years in you!" You grab the sheets, trying to wrangle your foot out of his hold. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately for your kingdom, he was way too strong for you. His lower left hand comes to grab your other ankle and drags you back, ass resting near his half-hard crotch.

"Don't care. You wanna fuck?" He uses his upper left hand to grab your chin and nod for you, "Good, take off your kosode." He releases your chin and helps you out of the tattered pieces of junihitoe, not paying attention to your protests. "Wait!" You yell, digging your manicured nails into his hand. Sukuna looks up, annoyed, but still willing to listen. "Do you know how horrible pregnancy is? I need at least a month to prep-" He cuts you off with a weary sigh, almost groaning. "I'll get you accommodations, don't worry about that. You'll get the best doctors in the nation, I will make sure of that. You won't get any complications, I got doctors to analyse your physical things, whatever they are. It'll be completely safe." He sounds uncharacteristically... soft. You think he probably got drugged, yeah! He got drugged, now he wants a kid, because you know sober Sukuna would never want a brat running around the castle. Right?

"You're drunk, aren't you?" You turn around, sitting on your heels to reach a hand on his cheek. He leans into it lightly before grabbing your hand and pushing you onto the bed, lifting you legs so that they rest on his shoulders while he takes off your kosode. "No, I want an heir. Right here." His clawed (You've always tried to cut them) hand rests on where your womb would be, caressing it. "Sukuna..." You swallow nervously, worried for your cervix, mostly. Sukuna was unnaturally big, always knocking his tip against your womb, but he never forgot to pull out, afraid of having to take care of the consequences. "I'm serious, I want a kid. I can even alleviate the pain, if it hurts that much." He rolls his eyes, your undergarments finally coming off and revealing your most vulnerable form.

"Really? Then... at least be gentle, okay? Nice and slow, like making love." You smile, gaining new-found confidence as you place your hand on his forearm. Said forearm being the size of your thigh and more, maybe, you haven't had the chance to mesure it.

He barks out a laugh and shoves off his hakama, taking out his double cocks (which you could never take at once) and spitting on the upper one to jerk it. "You better get to work, if you don't want to hurt too much." He warns, getting his dick harder.

Instead of arguing back, you heed his words because you know he is serious, right now. Sliding your fingers inside of your own warmth, wincing when Sukuna's nails jabs into the flesh of your thighs as his pupils dilate at the sight of your cunt.

He instantly gets harder, almost painful as it leaks more pre than before. His lower cock, always the one neglected, rests against your ass cheeks, throbbing achingly.

You slide a third finger in, thumb rubbing your clit to help yourself out. Sukuna growls, retracts his claws and takes out your fingers and stabs a finger inside of you, making you cry out and arch your back at an almost unnatural angle.

"So weak. I can't believe you used to fight alongside of me." He snickers mockingly, teeth glinting in the dim light of the bedroom's candles. You open your eyes, narrowing them slightly before grunting out a low, "I can still fight, but if you hinder me with the smallest issue, I might have some trouble."

His laugh is cruel as he adds in a second one, those fingers totaling fours of yours, which was already hard to take in, but considering the sheer size of his erection, you didn't really mind, prep was still prep at the end of the day.

"The battlefield is empty... without you." He admits, spitting a glob of spit on your clit to rub it sloppily. You moan, clenching your hand in his hair, pink like the insides of your cunt.

''Rea-Really? I wonder why." Your mouth shapes an 'o' when he hits a particularly smooth surface in the depths of your pussy. Sukuna straightens, letting his abdominal mouth's tongue loll out to taste the delicacy that your slit produces, it moans lowly and he removes the digit stroking your clit as the appendage replaces it.

Your moans pitch higher, hands going behind his head to bring him closer. "What is it?" He raises an eyebrow at your open mouth.

You lift your head just a bit, sharing breaths with Sukuna, "Kiss." You demand, left hand coming to swipe across his spit-slicked lower lip.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Kiss my hand, slut."

Lifting his hand, a slit opening on his palm as a tongue sprawls out of it, he places it on your mouth and immediately shuts you up, the tongue shoving itself down your throat. His stomach's tongue was big, but this one was long, almost reaching the uvula at the back of your larynx.

A squeak manages to slide past the appendage down your throat, making him bark out a laugh and rip his hand away. You whine almost pathetically, no sign of the past feared warrior, only a pitiful human in her place

He croons, pecking your lips demeaningly, but everyone knows Sukuna wouldn't do that wholeheartedly. It was mocking. Like every loving action he did to rile you up. You were friends, maybe. Probably. Okay, maybe not, but-

A mind shattering thrust breaks you out of your already messy thoughts, a loud scream, you didn't even register it as yours, echoes throughout the chamber, making him clasp his hand on your mouth to avoid waking every palace servant who were napping right now. He had hit your cervix, spot on. The mini orgasm you had wasn't even prepared, but now that he located it, he was determined to break it open and stuff his spunk inside.

Each thrust now reached your womb, little squeals and keens slipping through Sukuna's fingers. The King of Curses himself couldn't contain your mewls, so he did what he did. Kissed you, sloppily, yes but, still. The monster that everyone feared so much, pressed his lips to yours, tilting his head so that his nose wouldn't bump into yours. His lower right hand lifted your left leg so that he could press your knee against your chest, reaching impossibly deeper.

You sigh through your nose, wrapping your free leg around his hips, which were moving wildly, almost moving in sync with yours as both of your bodies strive to finally procreate.

Your orgasm builds up at the base of your spine, tingles, head to toe, which were curled to their maximum. Sukuna shudders, and you even hear him sniffling, but it's hard to hear over your ears ringing, and wet flesh hitting wet flesh. You listen to him mutter about how good of a mother you'd be, brats running away from you as you try to dress them, your round belly and dripping tits when it was feeding time.

Fuck, he was going to cum before you, that was completely unacceptable, he thought as he slid a hand down your body to pinch your clit maliciously, smirking against your lips as you gift him another sharp inhale. A few more thrusts and you would definitely cum.

Is what he thought before his eyes shoot open, widening as he climaxes, a muffled moan against your lips. His hips stutter as his mind blanks, eyes rolling to the back of his skull whilst he fills you up until your belly almost bulges with the amount of semen he just plugged you with. And that triggers you, back arching, toes curling, eyes rolling to the back of your head just like his did, hands clenching in his hair as the world feels like it stilled.

When you both finally come down from the high, Sukuna pulls away, panting heavily. But not as much as you, who was almost heaving. He stares at your tummy, said tummy slightly distended from the fluid inside.

"S'kuna..." You mumble, turning your head away in shame.

"One more." All four of his hands roaming the soft and coarse parts of your skin, making you shudder. "Once more, it didn't take. Trust me, I'd know." He snarks, that smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Well, good luck!

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Hook. Line. Sinker.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Glamour Model!Reader

Read Part 2 here

Moodboard for this chapter here.

Author’s Note: I could not get this idea out of my head since I sent it in to @bunnyrafe. So I decided to create my own little universe about it. Imagine playboy is still big and making magazines + social media post. (w/o all the dark history.) It’s canon reader has a boob job bc yk Playboy. But I made her non-descriptive as possible. Season 1 Rafe.

Tw: Stalking, Emotional Cheating (by Tooper), Objectification/Sexualization, slight non-descriptive smut, Canon-Rafe, eventual smut.

Rafe thanks whatever higher power decided to make sure he was at this exact location at this exact time. Almost feeling like he needs to thank God for guiding him here or some shit.

His curiosity peaked when he was driving down the one way road near the cut. His eyes going immediately to the ropes blocking off and a sign stating “Closed,” on one of the prettiest parts of the beach. Pfft, nothing’s ever private for the self-crowned King of Kildare. So Rafe does what comes natural to him; he inserts his nose in business that has nothing to do with him, with an arrogance that states it’s his right to know and parks his freshly-washed truck. Immediately sneaking under the ropes and walking a short distance until he sees something that for once in a long, long while. Leaves him struck.

He’s watching from afar as a crew sets up various reflectors. There’s slight chaos, people buzzing around and setting up. A photographer adjusting the lens on his camera. Women decked in casual clothing, going through a rack with various pieces of barely-there lingerie and bikinis.

But that’s not what catches Rafe’s attention.

It’s her.

There she’s sat in a pink directors chair. Her hair in a pretty blowout, flowing long behind her with the beach breeze. Her pretty legs peeking out from the white robe wrapped around her. Smooth and glowing, stretching down to pretty manicured toes. Makeup artist buzz around her, adding finishing touches to her flawless face, slathering gloss against plump, pouty lips and adjusting the tousled loose curls flowing around her gorgeous face.

Even from afar Rafe can see the long, wispy lashes adorning pretty eyes, staring up at the woman standing over her, brushing a makeup brush lightly over the smooth skin of her face.

He knows who she is, he knows exactly who she is. She’s been the figment in his imagination whenever he’s desperate and withering, stroking himself. Eyes shut tightly imagining her perfect figure withering under him or staring harshly at his phone screen at the skimpy photo she’s posing for.

He’d never in his life imagine he’d be standing right in front of his biggest fantasy. Albeit from afar, but so close. He feels like a creep, like a peeping tom lurking on what he knows is going to be another one of the various, scandalous shoots she’s so famous for. He can’t help it, even with all the chaos surrounding her he’s zoned in on her and her only.

When she stands up, the white fluffy robe falling erotically off her shoulder, exposing more of her smooth skin, it has him huffing deeply out of his nose. His eyes zoned in on her behind his wayfarers, hand slightly clenching.

It’s when she begins untying the lose knot on the straps of her robe that his him tensing up the most. The smooth skin of her back being revealed down to her pert, plump butt and slim thighs. He feels like he’s dreaming, almost like he wants to pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. But the blaring heat of the sun, the sweat dripping down his tan forehead, making his shirt stick to his back and the painful ache of his stiffened cock brings him back to reality.

She hands the robe to the woman next to her, throwing her tousled curls behind her back. Her back is still facing him but when she turns around … that’s when Rafe really feels like he’s died and gone straight to erotic heaven. He runs his gaze down the entirety of the beach goddess standing right in front of him. His slightly clenched fist now turning white at the knuckles and blunt nails digging into his palm.

He runs his eyes over her perfect, incredibly busty perky tits and perfect upturned nipples. Down to her smooth, flat stomach which pinches in perfectly at the waist and rounds out to beautiful hips he wants to grip into and leave bruised. Her skin glowing, flawless. Slathered in some kind of oil or lotion, making her glisten exquisitely under the North Carolina sun.

But it’s when he sees the perfect V sat inbetween her slightly muscular, yet plush thighs that he lets out a deep heavy groan. The perfectly groomed landing strip waxed there teasing him and making him want to feel it tickle his nose as he buries his face into the most perfect cunt he’s seen in his life.

She’s looking down at her stomach, smoothing her pretty hands over it and then flipping her head back adjusting her hair with both hands, eyes closed. It’s like she knows he’s right there and like she’s putting on a show for him and he revels in it.

He watches as she turns back around and prances confidently forward, walking on the tips of her french-tipped toes slightly kicking the sand. Walking toward the shore and dipping her toes in it.

“Alright everybody! Let’s get this going!” Shouts the older man with frosted tips, dressed flamboyantly. An enthusiastic smile on his slightly wrinkled face.

Rafe watches as men on the crew adjust the reflectors, and he especially watches as his dream girl faces the crowd once behind her. And all he can wonder is how she can feel so comfortable standing so bare in front of so many people. Her hands coming to her pretty hips, cocking them to one side as she digs her french-tipped nails into her smooth-tanned skin.

Rafe gets closer and ducks behind one of the various palms trees hiding his tall figure, needing to get a closer look and hear whatever the fuck they’re talking about.

“Okay y/n, we’re gonna do a couple prints with the blowout and then a good few in the water with your hair slicked back. Sound good?” states, who he’s positive by now is, the photographer.

“Yeah. Sounds good.” she replies back, light and airy with a sweet giggle. Fuck, even though he can barely hear what’s going on just the cadence of the way she speaks sends his nerves into overdrive.

“Perfect.” chips the photographer, “Let’s get a roll on it while the sun is still out.”

Rafe stays there the entire time. The ache in his cock growing bigger, his chest tightened and body tense watching her maneuver herself into various poses. And in his sick mind he feels as if she’s posing for him, and him only. Teasing him with that perfect body and flawless face, seductively bending and prancing around as various clicks and murmurs of praise clamor near.

It’s when the sun starts bleeding into the ocean like lovers reuniting and leaving a warm orange haze across the beach as the photographer shouts “aaaanddd that’s a wrap!” that Rafe realizes he’s been there the entire time. His once neat and primped, plaid button up now soaked through with sweat.

“You did great! I think this is one of your best editorials yet! Absolutely stunning my dear, as always.” praises the flamboyant man as he embraces the now covered model, giving her a slight squeeze and she returns his affections with a warm smile on her face.

“It’s always the best time working with you Stephen, you make it great.” she quips genuinely. Pretty lips turning up on a sweet smile.

“Nonsense, you make my job easy being as perfect as you are. My star! Now get some rest, you’ve earned it. And maybe visit around the Island, I know you love places like this.” He pinches her smooth cheek endearingly.

“Maybe! We’ll see. Goodnight everyone thank you!”

Various voices shouting “goodnight y/n” and “be safe,” reply back. As if he would let anything happen to his precious gift, thinks Rafe.

The beach princess of his dreams now changed into a baby pink, ‘Juciy’ velour jumpsuit and light-brown uggs. Her drying hair clipped back in a light pink claw clip, walking her way up the designated path back to the main road.

Rafe jumps into action, making it back quickly to his truck and speeding out of there before anyone catches him. Debating if he should have followed her to make sure she got back to wherever she’s staying safely. But his cock was so hard it was almost painful. He needed to get home. Driving all the way with only one thought in his mind. Her.

That night, Rafe fist his cock till he can’t anymore under the shower head until the once hot water turns freezing cold. His eyes shut tightly replaying the events he’ll forever have ingrained into his mind, from earlier.

And once he finishes up and steps out of the shower, drying himself off and staring at himself in the mirror. He’s only got one thought in his head. His methodical brain going into overdrive with plots. That no matter what it takes, she’ll be his. Under his thumb, and he’ll never let her go. Ever.

“Did you hear who’s on the island? Everyone’s talking about it man.” quips Topper straightening himself quickly with excitement. The country club is lively, Kooks in every corner and constant murmurs of conversation all around.

“Hell yeah! I’ve been dying to see her, I want to know if she’s as sexy in real life as she is in pictures and on social media.” states Kelce, fully catching onto Topper’s direction of conversation with the same enthusiasm.

She is. Thinks Rafe, knowing exactly who they’re talking about. His stomach filling with that possessiveness he’s so well-known for. His eyes glaring at his friends behind his shades, who talk animatedly about you. He catches slight statements of “she’s the ultimate wet dream” and “i’d do anything for just one night,” as his ears ring with brewing rage.

Ha! He thinks. He’d bash their heads in before they even got near you. His perverted mind already convincing himself that you belong solely to him. And he’s not letting his grip loose.

“Aren’t you dating my sister, bro?” drawls Rafe in his deep, nasally cadence. His legs spread wide as he leans back confidently with his arms over the chairs handles. His demeanor threatening and protective. The boys assuming over Sarah, but in his mind it’s because they’re speaking about his woman.

“Yeah-I mean-c’mon man this is Y/N Y/LN we’re talking about. She’s like the ultimate sex symbol and besides she’s basically famous. We probably won’t see her, let a man drea-holy shit.” Topper’s eyes widen comically, staring straight behind Rafe as Kelce turns in the same direction, jaw dropping slightly and body sitting forward quickly. Eyes bulging in the same comedic manner as Topper.

Rafe’s brows furrow as he watches people in his line of vision all turn in the same direction, eyes of lust, shock, curiosity and even envy from the various men and women around. And when Rafe tilts his head to the side, eyeing whatever is behind him from his peripheral vision that has people, including his friends so starstruck, does he see the girl who’s been invading his mind since yesterday.

There she is. In the prettiest, skimpiest little off-white sundress. Her statuesque figure shown off by the scrap of clothing and contrasting perfectly against her skin-tone. Her skin is glowing just like it was yesterday, stunning legs on display and her pretty feet sitting beautifully in clear platform mules. Shiny hair pinned up in a messy up-do with wispy hairs framing her face beautifully. Big squared glasses perched on her perfect nose and a small smile on her luscious lips as she listens to- is that fucking Sarah?

People’s eyes follow his sister and his future woman as they make their way over to the table resided by the 3 boys. Men and women’s eyes lowering down to her backside and he can only imagine what they’re leering at if the shortness in the front of her dress is any indicator for the length in the back. All the attention quickly dividing elsewhere when Sarah reaches them and speaks up.

“Hey guys!” says his sister enthusiastically as she catches them in her line of sight, immediately reaching back and holding her hand out to guide you along with her. “This is y/n. I met her at the market.” Idiot, thinks Rafe. Why would Sarah think they’d need to be introduced to someone that even his own Dad, has admitted to finding attractive. Rafe shudders at the thought.

Both Kelce and Topper shoot straight up, hands sticking out cheerfully shouting out overlapping “Hi’s” wearing smiles so big it looks like their cheeks hurt. Idiots, thinks Rafe. Why would they make it so obvious? Especially Topper in front of Sarah?

“Hi…” the model says shyly, reaching her hand out and placing it delicately in Topper’s. Giving him a warm smile. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“This is my boyfriend Topper, who by the way is a big fan!” says Sarah gives Topper a playful eye roll and smug smile, to which he bashfully looks to the side with a cough to clear his throat, cheeks reddening. “This is Kelce, and this,” Sarah turns to point “is my brother Rafe,” to a still-sitting Rafe. Who now rises slowly, shades hiding his pretty cobalt eyes. He stands to full height, towering over the 4 of you and inching a bit closer to you, taking off his glasses as he hangs them on the collar of his white polo.

When y/n turns to look at him, it’s like something struck in both of them. Rafe already felt someway, he stalked her all day yesterday for fucks-sake! But being near her is making his body and mind go haywire. He watches as she pulls her glasses off, exposing those pretty eyes and long wispy lashes. Perching them on her head.

When y/n looks at him though, her breath stops and she’s looking at him with a love-struck look that has Rafe smirking. Hook.

“Hello,” drawls Rafe, his voice deep and nasally, reaching his hand out, “nice to meet you.” He says with the same smug smirk sat on his pretty face. He watches as she places her delicate hand in his palm, beautiful eyes still stuck on him and now locking with his piercing ones. He brings her small hand up to his lips, holding eye contact and pressing a small kiss to her knuckles. Taking in the creamy, vanilla scent radiating off of her and smooth skin of her palm.

“Hiiii..” she whispers, airy voice as light as ever. Eyes still stuck on him in a daze and glazed over with… is that lust? Rafe convinces himself it is, and he’s almost sure it is. Only deepening his para social infatuation with her. “It’s nice to meet you ..Rafe.” He swears he can drop dead right there, hearing his name roll off her tongue in that pretty voice he imagined moaning into his ear all night.

“Ahem!” Sarah clears her throat inquisitively. Breaking the veil that lifted over the both of them for that single moment, like two lovers destined to meet. Topper and Kelce watching the interaction with wide eyes. “Well, now that you’ve got acquainted with a couple people around here and have pretty much seen all there is to this area, that’s interesting anyway. How about we go down to the Outer Ban-“

“No.” quips Rafe sternly. Voice firm. Leaving no room for argument with just a single word. His eyes cutting deeply into Sarah, whose face now scrunches with defensive attitude, “what is your problem?” she bites back.

The two boys still watching with wide eyes, but glancing over unabashedly at the model whose eyes are still focused on the man who’s got heat building between her thighs very quickly. And her heart pounding in her chest.

“You wanna take her to the Cut? Around those filthy fucking pogues?” bites back Rafe with the same animosity, inching forward threateningly as if daring Sarah. As if she ever gave a fuck what her brother thought. “Yeah.” she bites back firmly, “And what? She did a photoshoot there just last night.” Oh, I know. “She wants to see the area outside of working, besides I’m her tour guide and I promised to show her the whole island and that’s what I’m gonna do.” scoffs Sarah, rolling her eyes at her brother’s ingrained dominance.

“Nah. You’re not.” quips back Rafe, arrogance radiating off of his big and tall frame. “Nah, you know what. I’ll take it upon myself to show this sweet little princess around, if she wants to see the Cut or play in the water it’s better she’s with someone who can take care of her. Protect her from those fucking weirdos you like so much. Like me.” says Rafe with that smug smile on his face that Sarah wants to smack off 100% of the time. “Who do you even think you are-“

“So you wanna see the Outer Banks, beautiful? How about I show you around?” He cuts off Sarah, ignoring the anger radiating off of her as he turns his full attention to his proclaimed little princess. Who had been watching the whole time, struck by the sexy man who she now knows as Sarah’s brother and who’s got her inner thighs squeezing together and slick. His causal dominance over her, making her head hazy, and stomach flip.

Line.

Sarah, Topper and Kelce stand stunned by Rafe’s casual display of dominance but more-so by the fact that they can see that she liked it. A flirty giggle falling from her lips as she nods her head quickly. Leaning her body into him. Rafe smiles at the sweet sound, throwing his arm over her shoulders and turning his back to his sister and friends. Completely over-taking her attention and asserting his claim. She immediately nuzzles into his side, her arm wrapping around his waist and giving Rafe her undivided attention as she looks up at him with doe-eyes hanging onto every word that falls from his pretty pink lips.

“Yeah? You Like that?” He brings his other hand to pinch her chin, then giving it a slight knock with his index finger as he smirks down at her. “You stick with me and I’ll show you exactly everything you’ve been missing and whatever you want to see. I’ll take such good care of you, princess. Don’t worry.”

Sinker.

Read Part 2 here.

a/n: phew! he’s so dreamy ugh! I hope you all enjoy!

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ATEEZ NSFW Alphabet

Seonghwa

smut, mdni, 18+ only, ~2.1k words

A = Aftercare 

KING OF AFTERCARE!!! He is so in tune to what you want or need. He’ll clean you up, run you a bath or shower if it’s something you want. Always checking to make sure you are okay. If you just want to cuddle and go to sleep afterwards, he’s into that. If you want to talk, he’ll talk to you about anything and everything. If you want to go for round 2, well he is for sure up for that. As long as you are content and happy, he’s content and happy. 

B = Body part 

His favorite body part is definitely his mouth—his full lips and his tongue. He knows how to use them very well. Whether it’s kissing or eating you out like it’s his last fucking meal. 

Idk if it’s just me, but I feel like Seonghwa would appreciate some pretty hands. Especially if they were a lot smaller than his and have nicely manicured nails. He would just love to hold your hands  Kiss your knuckles. Absentmindedly playing with your fingers while laying or sitting together. (He also likes to see your small hand wrapped around his cock)

C = Cum 

Now I know everyone believes Seonghwa to be this neat and clean man, but he loves to get messy when it comes to cum. He’ll cum anywhere on you. You face, mouth, chest, tummy, ass, thighs, and of course in your pussy. Cum eater #2 in ateez. Will make out with you after he finishes in your mouth and will eat you out after he finishes in your pussy. 

D = Dirty secret 

He thinks about bondage quite often, especially shibari. He thinks it’s incredibly beautiful and would love to see you tied up like that. While he is very much the dominant one in the relationship, he also sometimes would want you to restrain his hands and blindfold him while you have his way with him. 

E = Experience 

Seonghwa has had some experience, a few sex partners here and there, but for the most part it was fairly vanilla. He doesn’t have much experience when it comes to trying out new things in the bedroom. The more he starts to trust you and the closer you get to him, the more open he’ll be about the things he wants to try. 

F = Favorite position 

He’s generally a soft motherfucker in the bedroom, so really any position where he can see your face and have eye contact. Bonus points if he can hold your hand easily. 

G = Goofy 

At the beginning of the relationship, Seonghwa was so serious when it came to sex. He wanted everything to go right. But now that he’s more comfortable, he’s open to being a little more silly in bed. Whether it’s just giggles when something goes awry or making a little jokey joke here and there. 

H = Hair 

Seonghwa is a very well cleaned and groomed guy, but he doesn’t go completely bare. Tightly trimmed. I don’t really imagine him being very hairy in the first place. 

I = Intimacy 

Romantic motherfucker here. He prefers sex to be intimate more than not. He wants to hold you close, look into your eyes, hold your hand. He’s the type to plan out big romantic nights where the two of you can spend time together. He especially is the type to go all out for big dates like anniversaries. But he doesn’t mind times where sex is just simply sex, he’ll fuck you senseless. 

J = Jack off 

He isn’t someone that masturbates a whole lot. He finds it to be more of an annoyance than anything. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do it. He definitely thinks of you when he’s jerking off. Thinks about the last time he had sex with you. He will really only do it late at night, when he knows everyone else is asleep, so he doesn’t have to worry about being caught. 

Lowkey into mutual masturbation though. He brought it up fairly early in your relationship, mainly because he wanted to see what things you were into and how you wanted to be touched. 

K = Kink 

As mentioned earlier, bondage kink. 

Praise kink for sure, he loves to tell you how well you are doing, how good you are making him feel. 

Corruption kink!!!!!!!!!! He loves how innocent and naive you can be and it makes him just want to ruin you and take care of you. 

When he’s not trying to be soft or romantic, he loves edging. He will take you right to the peak of your climax before stopping and letting you suffer a little bit. He wants to hear you beg him to let you cum.

Going back to masturbation—he enjoys watching you masturbate. Lowkey will talk you through it, tell you what to do. 

L = Location 

He’s a simple man: sex in the bedroom. And almost always in the bedroom. He does enjoy some nice shower sex though. 

M = Motivation 

Let’s talk about his corruption kink yeah. He gets so off on the idea of corrupting you. Just you being shy and naive about things gets him going. It doesn’t even matter how many times you’ve had sex. When you look up at him with big round eyes, he just wants to ruin you. Take care of you. 

N = No 

Doesn’t particularly care for inflicting pain or having pain inflicted onto him. If you really wanted to try something, he’d do it, but it’s really not something he can get in to. 

Also not particularly into public or semi-public sex. He wants things to be done behind closed doors. 

O = Oral 

Master of eating you out!!!!! He would stay in between your legs all day, eating you if he could. It’s his favorite thing. He knows how to use his tongue and his pretty slim fingers. The amount of orgasms that Seonghwa will cause from simply eating you out is astounding. 

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy getting head from you. Oh, he loves to see you suck him off. When you look up at him with doe-like eyes and struggling to fully take his cock into your mouth. He’ll caress your cheek, brush your hair behind your ears, and wipe away any tears that fall from your eyes. Praising you, telling you that you are such a good girl for taking his cock so well. 

P = Pace  

Seonghwa’s a slow and sensual guy—remember he loves to be able to hold you close and look in your eyes. He wants to savor it all. He wants to take in how you feel and sound and taste. 

Unless he’s really fucking horny, then he’ll fuck you so hard and rough. But it’s mostly sensual and soft and romantic. 

Q = Quickie 

Because he’s a slow and sensual sex kinda guy, he doesn’t care for quickies. He wants to be able to take his time and make sure he’s pleasuring you thoroughly. Unless of course you are wanting a quick fuck. He’ll do it for you. 

R = Risk 

He’s open to trying new things in the bedroom. But he isn’t into risky sex like being in public or possibly being caught. 

S = Stamina 

When I say Seonghwa is one of the members that can go all night long. And I believe it’s because he likes to take things slow. He’s up to as many rounds as you want. 

T = Toys 

He isn’t interested in using toys on himself, but he would totally use them on you. Using a vibrator to edge you. He also enjoys watching you fuck yourself with toys. He’d totally be the type to buy you pretty new toys. 

He also likes to see you with a butt plug that has a big sparkly gem on it. 

U = Unfair 

He likes to tease occasionally. Especially when it comes to edging you. Also with his corruption kink, he enjoys seeing you blush and be embarrassed. It turns him on so much. 

V = Volume 

He can be loud when he really wants to. But it’s mostly just low, breathy moans and grunts. He’s definitely a very vocal person in bed, he likes to talk through things, guide you, tell you what to do. 

He has such the prettiest sounding moans. 

W = Wild card 

“Be a good girl,” he said, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. You looked up at him with wide eyes. “Be a good girl for Mommy, yeah?”

Your mouth fell open in surprise. Did he just say “mommy”? The heat between your legs was growing, and you squeezed your thighs together. It turned you on way more than you ever expected. Seonghwa let out a low chuckle at your reaction, pleased with the blush forming across your cheeks. His eyes fluttered down to your bottom half, seeing how you have your legs tightly pressed together. 

“Did my baby like that?” he teased, grabbing on to your thighs and prying them apart. He pulled at the waistband of the shorts you were wearing and started to pull them down, leaving you in just your light pink panties. They were just simple cotton panties, but Seonghwa loved them nonetheless. He thought they were cute. It was pure and innocent—unlike the thoughts you were having of him. 

“Need you to answer me,” Seonghwa commanded, gripping your face with his hand. You nodded and whimpered out a quiet “yes”. But that didn’t satisfy him. He gripped your face tighter, making you look directly into his eyes. “What was that? I don’t think I heard you, baby girl.”

“Y-yes, mommy!” You exclaimed. 

Seonghwa let go of your face and softly tapped your cheek with his palm. “That’s my good girl,” he purred. 

At this point you had closed your legs again, trying to get some relief. You felt yourself getting incredibly wet—more wet than you have ever been before. Seonghwa took notice of your legs pressed tightly together and shook his head disapprovingly. “Open up.”

You moved your legs apart, revealing the wet patch that formed on your panties. Seonghwa pressed his fingers against it, with a smile playing on his full lips. He pulled your panties to the side, exposing your drenched cunt to him. His fingers brushed against your folds, collecting your slick. You bucked your hips, wanting to feel more from him. 

“Look at you baby girl, so wet for Mommy and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He pushed your hips back down against the mattress with his free hand as he slowly pushed two fingers into your aching core. 

“Seonghwa, please!” you called out as he started to pump his fingers in and out. But then he stopped and removed his fingers from you. You whined at the emptiness. 

“Hm? Who?” Seonghwa muttered before sucking your juices off his fingers and smirking at you. He loomed over you, before grabbing onto your face again. You felt a shiver go through your body. You’ve never seen Seonghwa act like this before, but you were liking it. 

“Mommy, please!” You corrected yourself. 

He held your chin between his thumb and finger, You could tell he was thinking, thinking about his next move. You let out the breath you unknowingly were holding. His thumb brushed against your lip again before he pushed it into your mouth, forcing it open. “Open wide, my love,” he said. 

You opened your mouth, tongue sticking out some. Before you knew it, Seonghwa had gotten close to your face and suddenly you felt his saliva fall into your open mouth. His spit mixed with your juices that he had just sucked off his fingers. 

“Swallow it, pretty girl. Mommy’s special gift just for you,” he chuckled darkly. 

You closed your mouth quickly and swallowed, tasting his saliva on your tongue. You closed your eyes, savoring it. A quiet moan erupted from you, surprising both you and him. 

“So dirty,” Seonghwa chortled. “Who knew my baby was secretly such a dirty girl.” He kissed you hard, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. 

X = X-ray 

When I say that Seonghwa has the prettiest dick, I fucking mean it. He’s about average in length and on the thinner side. 

Y = Yearning 

I don’t think his sex drive is too high. Probably on the lower end of the spectrum out of the members. He’d much rather spend time cuddling and holding you close than having sex. 

Z = Zzz 

He is the type that will wait for you to fall asleep before he goes to sleep. He definitely gets sleepy after sex, especially if it was a long session, but he will not allow himself to sleep before you do. He wants to make sure you are all taken care of. And he also like to watch you sleep. You look so sweet and innocent when you are sleeping. 

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[frootloopscos]

Grim Starts a bidding war for Yuu (Ending No. 1)

Here is ending Number one of this little fic! for you lovelies!

Crowley stood proudly next to the two with an envelope in hand, “and without further ado, the winner of the prefect is…. Vil Schoenhiet!" He announced with a smile, "Come up and claim your prize Vil!" Crowley displayed Yuu who was still hiding behind Crewel at the moment. "You have to take Grim too or I wont come!" They said with an unthreatening glare towards the model.

Vil simply scoffed before walking towards the former Ramshackle Prefect, "do not worry my Sweet Potato, Grim will be allowed to accompany you in Pomfiore. Now then, let us gather your belongings before we're off. I'll have to take your measurements, take a look at your skin complexion, all of your routines will be changed." He explained, resting a hand on the light of their back leading the both of them into the decrepit dorm. "I cannot believe that Crowley had you staying in such horrendous conditions." He said shaking his head in disappointment, looking around the common room of the dorm. "You are in much better hands my dear."

It wasn't long until Yuu found both themself, and Grim standing in a previously unoccupied Pomfiore dorm room. "Are you sure that we can have this all to ourselves?" They asked turning to the blond who stood in the doorway, "Grim and I can stay in with Epel or anyone else. I don't want us to be a bother." They said sheepishly, Vil took their face in one of his manicured hands and tilted it up so they would look him in the eyes. "I told you already Yuu, Pomfiore is now both yours and Grim's dorm, thus you will be given your own room as every student does. Now then, stand still, as I said earlier I need to take your measurements so you can receive a proper NRC uniform and a dorm uniform as well.

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So that's how Yuu ended up with Vil looming over them with a tailor's measuring tape, whimpering quietly as their face reddened. "Oh?~" Vil asked looking at their face, cupping their cheek in his free hand. "Is my little Sweet Potato all flustered just from a bit of squeezing~" He teased Yuu in a hushed tone, glad he had sent Grim away with what he had planned with the ex-prefect. "I'm not done dear~" he said with a smirk as he the actor caged them into the wall of their new dorm room.

"V-Vil~" They moaned quietly as the dorm leader wrapped the tape around their ass, "patience my Sweet Potato~ You will get your fill soon enough~"

Epel stood frozen in front of Yuu's door, holding Grim in his arms. The cat now dawned in a Pomfiore bow to replace his usual one. "Lets...go find Ace and Deuce instead Grim." He said trying to ignore the moans he heard through the door. The cat slowly nodded in agreement. "Okay, my henchhuman can wait"

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Here’s ending one! Hope you all enjoyed! What dorm leader should be next?

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[tetzoro]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TETSU — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. kuroo tetsuro !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : it’s kuroo’s birthday and you’re the gift he’s been looking forward to all day. so it’s only fair you let him indulge in you all night.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f!receiving), light bondage (w ribbons), pet names (pretty girl, baby, sweetheart) the use of “sir” (once), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie — WC : 2.8k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : happy birthday my lover ᰔ dividers by @/cafekitsune

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ

dressed up in pretty pink ribbons, lace curling around your body, encasing you in the most beautiful gift kuroo’s ever seen in his life, you greet him in your shared bedroom.

“sweetheart.” he breathes, soaking in the way you’re sprawled on the bed, practically presenting yourself to him as you perch up like a cat stretching, your ass high up in the air just beginning to be touched. “this all for me?”

“of course it is. all for the birthday boy.” you purr, rolling on your back before you arch it off the bed. he’s never seen you so brazen, so crazed. his fingers twitch by his side, along with his cock as it comes to life — fiercely pressing against his too-tight slacks just begging to be free. 

taking a few steps, unbuttoning his shirt as he gets closer, he crawls up on the bed, his eyes still glued on you. he’s unable to focus as your manicured hand runs teasingly down your own neck, over your breasts and down towards the place that makes his mouth water, itching to have a taste.

his hand encircles your wrist, stopping your actions, a heedy look in his eye. his tongue swipes along his lips, a million ways in which he could devour you infiltrate his mind.

“then, no touching.” he coos, gently moving your wrist down onto the soft duvet, pinning it there as his body rubs up against yours — his core pressing between your legs. “not until i unwrap my gift.”

“yes, sir.” you tease, squirming under his hold. he’d never seen a more beautiful sight, watching as you splay out under him, ready for whatever he wants to give you. “i’m all yours.”

the words gloss over his mind, swelling in his heart as he dips his head down, wasting no time as he captures your lips with his. the way you make him feel like the king of the world with the only simplest of phrases.

the kiss itself is rushed, fueled by pure, unadulterated need. tongues hastily swirling together as drools pools in the sides of his mouth. but he can’t stop, not when you taste so good, so sweet for him.

just when he thinks he might pass out from lack of air, your hands find purchase in his hair, demanding he come closer. and who was he to ever deny you? 

the words “i love you” rolling off the tip of his tongue, peppering them along the skin of your neck, each one lingering a little longer than the one before. his breath hitches when he hears the return of your own breathy confession, professing your love between the small gasps he pulls from you.

“you’re so good to me.” he mouths against your ear, fingers moving to trail back down your body before gripping your hips tightly. you let out a soft moan as he presses your cunt against his clothed throbbing length, rocking you against him ever so slightly as he starts feeling his pre stain the fabric. drawn to your warmth, he can’t help but let out a breathy moan. “been wanting you to myself all day.”

“well, now you have me.” you say, the corner of your lips teasing upward. “but the question is, what are you going to do?”

“oh sweetheart,” he caresses your face lovingly, before his palm slides down your sides, roaming over the lace set you had on. there’s a devilish glint in his eyes that has you rubbing your thighs together – a look that you are all too familiar with when kuroo gets worked up like this. “i’m going to start unwrapping my present.”

the necklace wrapped around your neck was pretty, the pink silk beautifully curling around your skin. he couldn’t help but slip it off, ignoring your squirming. the fabric slides through his fingers before he cups your chin, tilting it up toward him.

he presses his lips against yours again, but this time, languidly moving them at a pace that draws out pleasure, teasing the both of you. the tenderness dizzying his mind and driving him mad. his grip on your chin tightens as he can’t get enough — trying to pull you in deeper. 

he groans into your mouth as your hand sneakily runs over his shoulders, pushing off the bothersome unbuttoned shirt he was still wearing, the pads of your fingers smoothly over the expanse of his toned back. he pulls back from the kiss, saliva almost dripping down the side of his mouth.

“need to taste you.” he decides, shimmying his body down so his face was right in front of your cunt. his jaw almost drops — heat rushing to his face as blood runs down to his cock. “are these —?”

“knew how much you like these little sets, wanted to keep it on for you this time.” you explain, batting your lashes at him as you shyly open your legs wider, exposing your glistening cunt. the two of you had never played with a set like this — one that left a very convenient opening that left you bare for him.

“fuck.” he whispers in awe, peering in closer as he runs his fingers along the lace, just outside where you needed him most. watching you squirm for him, already clenching around nothing, has him unbuckling his pants, sliding off the rest of his clothes as he takes his cock into his hand with a satisfied hiss. “you’re so perfect, so pretty.”

he flattens his tongue against you, licking a stripe along the entrance of your cunt while easing his pre around the tip of his cock. groaning at your sweet musk, he can’t contain himself anymore, using his free hand to clutch onto your thigh for leverage as he starts to feast on his birthday dessert.

“tetsu!” you squeal out, gripping onto his hair. he grunts as you tug on it, messing it up more than it already was. his hips thrust against the bed, pushing his cock in between his fist as he starts to pump himself.

“so fucking good.” he’s all but slobbering into you, licking up every drop of your essence he can get his tongue on. he never wanted to leave this spot, he’s positive that his head was meant to be between your legs. soaking up the way your thighs tremble around him, squeezing against his head. it was all consuming.

your legs clamp around him as you near your edge, but he’s too lost in you to notice. the muffled squelching noise stemming from how quickly he’s stroking his cock reaches his ears as you roughly tug on his hair.

“‘m close! tets-!” you cry out, practically humping his face as you hurtle towards the edge. he wraps his lips around your clit, gently suckling against it as his fingers slip into your cunt. 

with another cry your name, you come undone around his fingers, clenching around them before he pulls them out, making room for his tongue to clean up every drop of your sweet essence.

but kuroo’s known for getting carried away when it comes to you.

he just knew your body so well, knew how to curve his fingers just right to have you twitching in his hold, chasing the high as you start to ride his digits. he loved it, loved watching your expressions morph into bliss from a few calculated touches.

your body trembles under his hold as he doesn’t stop, wanting you to do that again and again until he’s had his fill. he ignores your pleas of overstimulation, knowing you can take it for him, especially today.

eventually your cries turned into mewls of pleasure, his eyes flit up to you, watching you toss your head back in ecstasy. he grins, moving back a bit so he can slip his fingers back into your soppy, soft cunt.

“feeling good, baby?” he teases, stretching you out. you can’t help but start to grind on his face, chasing the spiraling tendrils of your impending release. it was so, so close, just within your reach.

“s’good!” your voice cracks and he has to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from coming. both hands move to grab your thighs, tossing your legs over his shoulder as he goes back for more — teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue, barely plunging into you. “s’too much! need to come again, please!”

something in him snaps when he sees your fingers trail down your body, desperately trying to swirl around the nub he’s been purposefully neglecting. he wanted you to come again — but on his own terms. you were just getting too greedy now.

“enough,” his tongue slides out of you, ignoring your offended gasp, he quickly grasps your wrists together, taking the ribbon that was previously tied around your neck and using it to tie a pretty bow to keep your hands off of him. “i already warned you once.”

“tetsu, ‘m sorry.” you whine, fighting against his hold so you could touch him again. 

“too late for that, sweetheart.” he kisses your head. “if you’re really good, maybe i’ll untie you.”

“no fair.” you huff, tears welling up in your eyes. kuroo freezes for a brief second, thinking maybe he went too far but the way you roll your hips against his, the warmth from your cunt spreading over his length tells him otherwise. 

“no? want me to stop then, baby?” he smirks down at you, tucking his head by your ear, pressing a kiss along your lobe. “all you have to do is tell me if that’s what you really want.”

“n-no!” you cry out, halting your movements. he watches as your body longs for him, hips jutting upwards to find his fingers once again.

“no? you sure?” his fingers barely graze over your clit, the pads of his fingers ghosting over where you need him most. but he doesn’t give you any pressure, any friction that would bring you satisfaction. tears cling to your lashes, desperation swimming in your eyes.

“tetsu, don’t be mean.” you writhe under him. he feels a surge of arousal jolt throughout his core, completely mesmerized by you, watching frustration bubble up inside you. he almost wants to see if you’d go as far to break past the ribbon. you let out an exaggerated huff, on the edge of accepting defeat. “if i knew you were going to talk this much, i would’ve kept you down there to finish what you started.”

“oh yeah? you’re the one being awfully naughty tonight, aren’t you?” he dips down and presses bruisingly tender kisses along your neck, leaving little marks in his wake. he levels his face right in front of yours, causing your breath to hitch as his piercing eyes glint with mischief. “got this pretty pussy of yours all ready to take me just for you to be a brat. maybe i should just use your mouth instead?”

you shake your head, words escaping you as emotion takes over. your eyes plead with his, your core molten with need, yearning for his touch again.

“no? you gonna be good and let me fuck you now?” he lines his cock up with you, feeling it jump in the palms of his hand as his tip kisses your dripping entrance.

“mhm, please!” you audibly beg now, music to his ears. he glides his tip teasingly, coaxing a pussy job from you as he waits for you to go on. “please fuck me, tetsu. i’m sorry, i pro-”

cutting you off, he shoves himself into you, smirking as your words blend into a moan of his name. his fingers dig into the skin of your hip, his body trembling slightly as he sinks into you. almost right after he bottomed out, you feel it — the happy twitch of cock as it settles deep inside of you.

it doesn’t take him long to fall into a steady pace, snapping his hips against yours, fingers curling into the lace that was still decorated your body. his beautiful gift, all wrapped up for him. 

with each push and pull of his hips, he drives deeper into you, your walls squeezing around him in a way that has his head dizzy. no matter how many times he sinks into you, it never gets old. each time is like the first time as he carves his way into the place that makes him lose himself, the one where you’re waiting right there to find him. 

moving your wrists pinned above your head, he pushes your knees to your chest, watching as his cock disappears in and out of you — completely coated in your essence. he has half a mind to pull out and taste you again, licking his lips at the thought, but the pleasure he felt was too strong, curling deep in his abdomen and threatening to snap from just a few shallow thrusts.

he’s mesmerized at how perfectly your bodies join, reconnecting from the steady thrust of his hips. he’s slow with it for a moment, dragging it out as your cunt doing everything in its power to suck him in. 

his jaw clenched, trying to control himself a little more before he snaps. but something carnal takes hold of his mind, boiling deep within his abdomen as he looks at you. 

as much as he loved the set you had on, he needed to feel you, your skin brushing against his, chests rubbing together as he pushes into you over and over again.

“need more.” he gasps out, breathing heavily into your mouth. all you can do is let out little choked moans as he brushes along your cervix. you hear fabric ripping as he tears off the pretty set you had on for him. “need to touch you.”

“but my set.” you manage to whine out, looking up at him with watery doe eyes. you’ve never looked cuter and if it was possible — he felt himself grow harder. his pace quickens, frenzied with the way you drive him wild.

“was my present, wasn’t it?” he laughs breathlessly, kissing you in a soft apology. but this is what he needed, your nipples brushing against his, scraps of lace sliding off your body as he starts pounding into you — quickly losing whatever control he had left.

“you — mmph ! — you better buy m-me another.” you moan out, your legs wrapping around his waist as he fucks you deeper into the mattress. your fingers twitch, longing to touch him again, to claim the closeness you need to send you over the edge.

you leave him breathless, he doesn’t even care that your tied up wrists loop around his head, fingers threading through his hair as you pull him flush against you. skin sliding against skin, he pushes deeper into you, tip of his cock brushing along your cervix.

“sound so pretty when you take me like this.” he rasps out, nearing his release. “always making me feel so — aah — so good.”

kuroo continues to drive into you, panting out curses every few moments — his breathing growing heavier, needier. squelch. squelch. squelch. filled his ears and he could hardly think of anything else besides how good you feel wrapped around him like this. 

your cunt clamps around him, clenching as you attempt to milk him dry, your beautiful moans filling his ears as you cum around his cock. his hips stutter, losing his pace for a second as he watches you thrash underneath him, gripping at anything to ground you while you crash down from your high.

it was one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen.

with a shuddered groan, he pushes deep within you as he releases rope after rope of cum, filling you up with everything he had. burying his face in the crook of your neck, shallowly thrusting to ensure he pumps all of it as far as he can. with a satiated breath, he slumps against you, pressing kisses along any bit of skin he can get his lips on.

“my beautiful girl.” he praises, a smile easing on his face as he finds your gaze again. your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath, the torn fabric jumbled up at your sides. kuroo gently takes your hands, slipping the ribbon off of them before placing a gentle kiss on each of your inner wrists. “did so well for me. you always spoil me for my birthday.”

“you deserve it.” you smile at him, fingers running along his face as you both savor the touch. “happy birthday tetsuro.”

“and it’s not over yet.” he smirks, suddenly getting a second wind as he presses a chaste kiss against your lips. within a blink of the eye, he finds his face back in front of your cunt, watching his cum drip out of you. he licks his lips, gently thumbing over your puffy clit. 

“w-what are you doing?” you gasp out, arching your back.

“i need a fresh start for round two.”

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[amarephilia]

Simon x Reader

(Fem!reader, mdni 18+, dubcon)

Second Part! Third Part!

Simon treats his girlfriend like a beautiful, exotic bird in a cage, pampering her in every way. Not letting her do or go out without his protection. He doesn't mean to be overbearing :( He wants his pretty woman to be safe. That's his job. She doesn't need to lift a finger around him.

Simon learns how to do beauty treatments for his lovely girlfriend, massaging her body in the finest of oils. He does her skincare routine for her. So she doesn't mess it up. She can be so silly sometimes! He does her hands and feet, painting on such a pretty colour he picked out for her.

Simon makes sure his pretty girlfriend has everything she needs. He decorated his home to her and his liking. He'll even move if she wants to be in the city/nature. Simon makes his love have an outdoor space, overlooking the scenery but still safe. He can't have her go off on her own, can he?! Simon will give her activities to do- knitting, an iPad (that may or may not have a child lock on), writing, reading, and art. He'll even get her a small animal or cat if she asks. An interest or hobby she had Simon will provide. Although he does get worried if she could hurt herself, he really can't have that :(

Simon loves his girlfriend so much! His heart sinks when she bedrots, wrapped in a blanket in their large king bed. He can't have that. He hovers over her for a while until he makes her sit up as he feeds her, making her eat at breakfast, lunch and dinner. He'll carry her out of their room. She'll still be wrapped up as he puts her on the couch. Giving her the TV remote and an iPad. Feeding her snacks and drinks whenever he thinks she needs them.

Simon gives his cute girlfriend free rain of his body but doesn't dare touch her without permission. Sure, he'll hold her down and force her to do things- but only because it's for her benefit! Simon needs to look after her since she does a horrible job at it! But he's a good boyfriend. Simon would never rape her. He's the best partner, after all! Mhm! Never ever!

He lets his girlfriend play with his cock anytime she wants, her well-manicured hands wrapped around his flushed length as she kisses his leaky tip. God, he just wants to shove his cock down her pretty throat :( She often doesn't give him a proper blowjob, just using his cock as something to toy with, something to fill up the time or if she wants something in her mouth while they watch a movie of her choosing.

It only turns him on more, his tummy full of pleasure and ache. She does such a good job playing with his cock! He has to reward his good girl! Stretching out her pretty cunt on his fingers or tongue. He likes to hear how her embarrassed pleas turn into sweet moans and whimpers. Simons is a good boyfriend, so he doesn't mind making her cum over and over while he humps the couch. He doesn't mind how his own cum sticks to his belly as he comes untouched :( He wishes he could have pumped it into her instead.