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blkkizzat · 2 years ago

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ꨄ︎『Sneaky Links』ꨄ︎ (PART 2)

Sukuna x Reader

(Mentions of Yuji x Reader)

18+ Minors - DNI

PART 2 of 2 (Read Part 1 first!!!!)

“You should know by now, Y/N, disobedient brats need to be punished.”

Summary: Y/N is a dickmatized manipulative brat. Sukuna is Sukuna. Poor sweet Yuji is collateral damage. CW: cheating, rough play, unprotected sex, spit play, brat taming, spanking, pussy slapping, manipulation, fingering, anal play, edging, tit job, blow job, slight dubcon, blood play, sukuna being toxic, ntr, y/n thinking with her pussy not her brain (but it’s hard not to when you got that wet wet). WK: 5.3k of 8.5k Slightly Black female coded but no descriptors.

A/N: Part 2 took longer than I expected but I hope y'all enjoy it!

So much smut my gawd my mind is so cracked.

“You should know by now, Y/N, disobedient brats need to be punished.”

Before you could even feel the chill from his threat, your world was spinning as Sukuna had repositioned your body to lay across his thick muscular thighs on the edge of the bed.

The exact situation you were in didn’t click until a loud smack reverberated in your ears and you felt white hot pain blossom across your left asscheck.

Smack.

Fully aware of the second, you hissed as you felt the full force of the spank on your right cheek rock its way into your cunt.

Smack.

Three spanks in and you were moaning,

Sukuna’s assault on your ass continued leaving you panting and drooling as your tongue lolled out of your mouth.

Smack.

A fourth and you gripped his thigh for leverage so you could push your bottom up to meet his hand halfway. The action allowed the friction to transfer deeper into your core making your body convulse with pleasure.

“S-Sukuna!” you screamed out as the fifth smack this time was directly on your pussy.

Already drenched from your current arousal and earlier sex with Yuji, the squelching sound your slit made from being slapped was absolutely vulgar. The sounds turn you on more than you can bear at the moment and you could tell from laying across his lap, it’s having a similar effect on Sukuna as well.

The need for him to fuck you was overwhelming.

“FuckMeFuckMeFuckMePLEASEEE!” your words slurry jumble as you writhed against the growing bulge beneath you.

“Fuck you, Y/N?” Sukuna taunted toyingly.

Another soggy smack rang out from your pussy.

Your eyes rolled back as you bit your lip so hard you might have drawn blood then but wouldn’t have even noticed.

“Not when you address me so casually...”

Smack.

“...and certainly not when you still have that other brat’s spunk in your cunt, slut. It’s fucking disrespectful to me.”

Smack.

SMACK.

The force from the spanks on your clit took the air out of you, leaving you gasping as your face grew hot with shame.

“Hn… we’ll have to fix that won’t we, Brat?”

And with that Sukuna plunged three thick fingers into your messy cunt, relishing in your cries of surprise that filled the room.

His fingers glided in effortlessly from how wet you were, vigorously pumping into you.

You whined as they reached deeper than you ever could yourself and at a more reckless pace than Yuji would ever dream to take with you.

Sukuna was absolutely relentless.

Staying true to his words, his fingers pulled the last remnants of Yuji’s cum out of you as you fell to pieces on his lap.

“Did I not make it clear last time who this sloppy hole belonged to Y/N?”

You could barely register Sukuna’s question.

Your breathy moans and the ASMR sounds from his fingers tearing through your cunt as your walls sucked him in were thrumming in your ears and drowning out everything else.

Vision spotty, you could feel yourself closer to attaining release with every scraping movement of his fingers against the spongy spot within you. The little bundle of nerves going wild at his abuse and pushing you even closer to the edge.

The tension in you pulls tight like a cord ready to snap and you curl your toes as you could nearly taste your release.

Almost there.

“Ah! S-s-sooo clos-see” you finally sputtered out, only focusing on getting off.

That's when Sukuna’s fingers came to an immediate halt inside you.

“I fucking hate repeating myself Y/N. If the little whore can’t focus enough to answer me properly while I finger fuck her, I’ll simply have to stop.”

Your insides burned terribly at the loss of movement.

Your breath was shaky.

All you could think about was your need to cum, it wholly consumed you.

The attempts you made to push your hips back and fuck yourself on his fingers enough to cum were thuwarted by Sukuna’s free arm locking you in place.

He had you where he wanted you.

“N-No! P-PleasePlease! My pus-syy i-it’s yourssss, Suk- Lord Sukuna!” you corrected yourself, desperately wanting him to continue.

“Hm?” Sukuna questioned. He didn’t know if you fully understood just yet who owned you.

“Sure about that, bitch? You gonna let anyone else cum in this pussy again?”

You shook your head vigorously, splashing tears onto his thigh.

“N-No”, you huffed and sniffled quietly.

“What was that slut? Speak up.”

His voice was harsh yet his fingers began moving again, yet this time with slow agonizing circles over your g-spot.

It was fucking maddening.

“I wont! I-I won’t let Yuji come in this pussy again, so please… PLEASE let me cum!”

You desperately begged with little control or care at what you were saying. You knew you would have said anything at this point for release and he knew it too.

He was a real bastard for actually making you say it though.

Pausing, Sukuna suddenly burst into laughter.

It slightly puzzled you, almost as if it wasn’t directed towards you. But you had no time to consider his motivations as his fingers dug into you harder than before.

Your eyes rolled further back into your head as all other thoughts gave way again to ecstasy. His thumb joined in now as well, teasing your puckered back entrance.

“Oh! O-ooh godddd”, you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut.

The prodding of his thumb into the rim of your ass while he finger banged your cunt was too intense.

Not even Yuji had touched you there before.

The feeling was foreign but you were too overstimulated at this point, you couldn’t process anything from it but pleasure.

“Yesyesyesyes!”, you sighed out like a mantra.

Sukuna could feel your walls clamping down on his fingers, letting him know you were close.

“Shit- That's it. Cream on my fingers, slutty brat.”

As if your body needed his permission, those words were what finally broke the dam inside of you.

You came with a loud moan as your body convulsed with pleasure. You felt the first taste of the sweet release you’d been yearning for all night. Babbling nonsensically as you repeated Sukuna’s name over and over.

Your tears, drool and squirt continue to dribble out of you as they drenched his thighs from both ends.

Sukuna’s fingers continued to bully into you not slowing until you completely rode out your orgasm.

Your chest heaved constricted against his lap and your legs were still shaking but you knew he was far from finished with you.

His fingers slid out of your weeping pussy with a slimy pop.

“On your knees.”

You heard Sukuna’s gruff order boom from above you and you quickly moved, not wanting to test his temperament as you could feel welts on your ass begin to form the spanking you received.

Your legs had been reduced to jelly so you could only slide onto the floor, careful of putting too much pressure on your bruised bottom.

Gathering yourself, you saw how Sukuna began to manspread for you. Reclining on the bed, he was giving you a delicious view of his hard cock.

You unconsciously licked your lips at his angry red tip swaying back against his stomach and soiling his abs with precum.

Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but hesitate as him finally letting you cum had cleared a bit of the fog in your brain. You knew what he expected you to do, you had just never done it before.

Well to him at least.

Sukuna’s size was intimidating enough to make you nervous but you really didn’t know how to react right now as you weren’t used to this much foreplay with him.

His previous visits he would show up, fuck you into a stupor and leave. You didn’t even think he had even teased you as much as he had tonight.

Tonight was different. You weren’t sure why exactly but that thought did give you a bit of courage stirring the brat within you.

A sudden compulsion surfaced to see exactly how much he would give you and how far you could push him.

You could tell by how his engorged cock swayed impatiently that him delaying his own gratification to punish had an effect on him.

The game you decided to play was a risky one of course, but you wanted payback for the way he treated you.

For leaving you high and dry for days, for breaking your favorite vibrator, for making you beg to cum but mostly for turning you into such a dizzy cock-hungry bitch who still yearned for him to fuck her silly.

Your thoughts of retribution were soon interrupted as he grew impatient with you.

“Y/N put that fuckin’ bratty mouth to good use for once, bitch. If I left now, your sloppy cunt would still be unsatisfied.” Sukuna growled baring his canines.

You pouted at his cruel insult but it was mostly to suppress a small smile as he confirmed your suspicions.

Oh he wouldn’t dare leave you now.

Not in this state.

And if he wanted you to give him head, you would give The King Asshole of Curses the nastiest sloppiest toppy you could muster.

Your mind set, you wet your lips making careful eye contact with him through moist batting lashes.

You started to crawl to close the short distance separating you with a slight sway of your hips.

Slinking up between his legs, your hands caressed his calves and skimmed up over his thighs with feather light touches.

Your tongue lingered in his inner thigh to lap up some of your juices that soiled his lap, never breaking eye contact.

It was faint but could have sworn you heard Sukuna suck in a breath through his teeth.

Rising to your knees, you settled yourself into him until you were pressed between his legs and his hefty cock was nestled between your tits.

“Slut…”, Sukuna breathed out feeling your soft mounds enclose his cock.

He held a good poker face but you could tell from the slight perspiration on his brow and deeper breaths that he wanted this.

It gave you back some of the nerve you lost feeling his immense size between your bust.

Still holding his gaze, you tossed him a sweet smile before opening your mouth and letting the large amount of saliva you gathered descend from your tongue slowly like honey onto his dick.

The wetness flowed from your mouth and was instantly cooled by air as it left your lips. This earned you a low hiss of approval from The King of Curses as it landed on his hot tip.

Not wasting time, you gathered the mixture of drool and precum that flowed onto your tits and began moving them against his massive cock, up and down slowly.

Indulging yourself, you couldn’t help but squeeze your neglected nipples and moan wantonly from wedging his thick cock between your breasts.

You meant to provoke him but you were driving yourself wild in the process wishing it was your pussy and not your tits enveloping him.

Your mouth remained open and jaw lax all the while, allowing more of your saliva to freely spill out, still holding his gaze.

Sukuna was nearly about to snap at you for being a cockteasing whore when as if you could sense the insult forming in his mind you finally broke eye contact. Dipping your head low, you took his swollen cockhead in between your lips while your tits continued working the base.

You swirl your tongue over the hole at his tip and lewdly slurp up more precum causing Sukuna’s hand to shoot into your hair.

“Fuck” Sukuna let slip out.

His claws were at your roots applying a near agonizing grip.

Despite the pain on your scalp, the action encouraged you.

You licked, kissed and slobbered your way down the length of his cock. The obscene noises from blowing him only rivaled by the sounds coming from your cunt earlier.

Sukuna grunted. He honestly hadn’t expected this from you.

He corrupted you in a way that had broken many others in the past but he could tell by the insolence of your stare how your eagerness was not a show of devotion, but of defiance.

His earlier punishment had only fanned your flames.

Sukuna thought you would complain and cower away from sucking his cock like the pillow princess he knew you were with Yuji, not attack it like it was your last life line.

Fuckin’ manipulative ass brat.

The curse king would never admit it out loud but your brattiness turned him on.

It always had.

He would watch you from within Yuji. Your slick comments when he did something that upset you, your bratty protests when you didn’t get your way– Yuji bent to your will every single time.

It was infuriating that he never put you in your place.

The kid was too pussy whipped to see just how big a whore he actually had on his hands waiting to be turned out and used as a fucktoy.

Sukuna stifled a groan and resisted tilting his head back when he felt your soft fingers work their way down to cup his heavy sack.

You fondle them lightly as you move from giving him a boob job to take him in your mouth deeper and pump the base of his length with your other hand.

He couldn’t let this go on any longer. He wouldn’t allow himself to be undone by you.

Your brattiness entertained him but his pride could never let you have the upperhand for long.

Taking control over the situation, both his hands clutched the back of your skull keeping your mouth on his cock as he stood up.

And with a forward roll of his hips Sukuna was forcing you to take his entire length in one rough motion, gagging you on it.

You choked and your hands scrambled to push against his thighs but there was still plenty of your slick left from earlier causing you to lose your grip and lurch forward.

The action had you taking him to the hilt, your jaw stretched beyond its limits. Your tears that pricked the corners of your eyes spilled forth. His cock filled your throat so deeply there was barely room for air.

“Now, now, Y/N.” Sukuna chided you as you flailed uselessly against him to release you.

“You were so eager to suck on this cock a minute ago, show me how well your throat can take it too.”

Your throat in question was currently being fucked raw as your face was roughly slammed into his crotch.

Pubic hair tickled your cheeks and your nostrils filled with the pungent scent of his arousal which combined with lack of oxygen, made you dizzy.

You croaked out a moan as you gagged further on his dick.

The vibrations that traveled along Sukuna’s cock caused him to thrust deeper with force as he stuffed himself further down your throat.

Your jaw hurt like hell but the pain was slowly being overshadowed by your weepy cunt. Once more your pussy was flaring with jealousy as you felt phantom strokes inside you sync up with him ravaging your throat. You couldn’t help but be turned on again from Sukuna’s rough treatment.

You would have rubbed your clit if your nails hadn’t found purchase in his hips, leaving marks and long scratches as your body instinctively clawed away at him to release you from his hold.

“Take it Y/N. Swallow it all like a good little fuckdoll. Don’t spill a drop.” he snarled out the command and you could tell by how his cock thrashed against your throat he was close.

A few more spurts of his hips and he came cursing profanities into the air. His hot cum hits the back of your throat, filling you as it warms its way down into your belly.

Waiting until your throat wrung every drop from him Sukuna finally releases you and you collapse down into the ground coughing.

You couldn’t help but spit up some of his seed. Despite your earlier bravado you weren’t prepared to take his girth fully nor for how thick his cum would be down your throat, which was now left raw and scratchy.

“Brats like you can never follow instructions well, can they?”

You were tempted to give him the finger for nearly suffocating you on his dick but you could only scowl at him while your hands tried to soothe your throat.

“Tch, cumming just from getting your face fucked and without permission too? You still don’t deserve me fucking you.” Sukuna mused, the grin spreading wide on his face.

You looked up at him incredulously as his voice threatened punishment again.

“Y-You’re kidding me”, you coughed out. You couldn’t help but furrow your brow and pout. You more than earned it in your opinion.

Sukuna chuckled at your reaction. Manspread and seated once again on the bed, he pumped his cock, giving you a once over.

He had made an utter mess of you: stray strands from your disheveled hair stuck to your cheeks soiled with tears; cum dribbled down the corners of your mouth and chin with any attempts you made to wipe it away merely smearing it on your face further; your chest heaved and glistened with sweat and whatever other fluids it collected; while that disobedient pussy of yours was beginning to seep a wet spot onto the floor from where you sat.

Just filthy.

He could deny you further, if he wished.

Tease you further. Make you beg for him as he knew how much you hated it which made him enjoy it that much more.

But then he would also be denying himself.

He saw how you enthusiastically rose to the challenge of giving him head and it made him impatient to see you make more of a mess of yourself on his cock, which grew harder the more he took in your sullied form.

“Y/N, if that filthy pussy of yours want to cum on my dick she’s going to have to fuck herself on it.”

The curse king moved back onto the bed to fully recline and looked at you expectantly.

You nodded and wordlessly followed, your voice still recovering.

Sukuna had preferred to fuck you ass up with an arched back, but if this was your punishment you would gladly accept it.

You would take any position if it resulted in his cock inside of you to be honest.

Crawling over his large form to straddle him, you let your hands roam over the taunt muscles of his abs.

Your hands traced his tattoos as you began to grind your slickness on his erection.

It felt amazing feeling him underneath you. The thick girth of him spread your pussy lips apart as you created more friction against your clit. You quivered. It was too good.

“On with it already, pillow princess.” Sukuna smirked, giving your ass a firm slap. He wasn’t going to cum like some virgin just from you rubbing up against him.

You yelped as the action had you clenching your cheeks. Your ass was still very much sore but Sukuna would never let you have a moment to enjoy yourself unless it was on his terms.

“Then just lay back and let me fuck you, okay?” you snapped, your brattiness getting the best of you once again but you still complied as you centered his cock over your entrance giving it a few pumps.

You half expected him to flip you over and choke you out while drilling you into the mattress for sassing him again.However when you looked at him you saw his gaze transfixed on where your cunt was attempting to swallow him whole.

“Then just fucking do it slut”, he answered with another smack to your cheeks.

Sukuna wouldn’t let you off this easily by provoking him. You were going to ride this dick, he would make sure of it.

You wanted to glare at him but you were too preoccupied with getting his monstrous dick inside of you and your eyes shut in concentration. Pressing yourself down onto him you only met firm resistance.

Your body was screaming at you that it wouldn’t fit even though you knew it would as it had many times in the past with him bullying it in you.

You hissed, pushing yourself down more. You hoped gravity would do its job here but you had barely gotten the head in.

Tears were already flowing, the stretch was too intense, he was too thick.

“Aw, am I too much for the little brat?” I thought you were going to fuck me?” Sukuna teased, feigning boredom.

“I AM”, you whine through gritted teeth. You were so wet in addition to having been stretched from his fingers yet it was still this difficult.

Leaning more unto him for support you tried to adjust yourself but it only caused his cockhead to begin to slip out of you.

“Too damn slow”, Sukuna barked at you before firmly gripping your hips and ramming up into you.

You let out a screech so loud you would have thought it woke your neighbors, that is if you could give a fuck to think about anything else but Sukuna ripping through you right now.

His fat blunt tip rammed against your cervix and it took all the air out of your lungs. You were left reeling, arched back as your vision blacked out momentarily.

Trembling, you fell forward onto his tattooed chest. It was too intense, you were too full. Too much too fast of what you had been begging for all night, all at once.

Your legs trembled and your shoulders shook.

Your walls compressed Sukuna’s length and he let out a low growl at its intensity.

“Shit bitch - did you just cum again!?”

“S’your f-fault,” you slurred out with a sigh, wiping the drool dripping down your chin.

Pushing yourself up, you started to swivel your hips, grinding on Sukuna in a slow circular wine.

You could feel your whole body buzzing from your orgasm. You were too sensitive, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

You needed more of him.

You couldn’t think of anything else except for him buried inside of you.

You leaned back to grip Sukuna’s thighs for support as you picked up your pace the more you recovered until you were bucking on him.

The angle had you impaling yourself on him. You were putting on a show for the curse king who drank in the view of you in shambles on his cock.

Your tits bounced wildly as your cunt greedily sucked him in and ignored the pain of the stretch which was incomparable to the amount of pleasure you are receiving.

“That’s it Y/N. Use that filthy pussy of yours to gobble up this dick.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as more obscenities spilled forth from him. It only made you hornier and you could feel him start to move in tandem with you, his hands leaving your hips and finding their way to your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly.

“Mmm shit, t-too good, t-ooo good” you groaned at his manhandling of you which caused you to gush around his cock creating a white ring of fluids.

You see Sukuna grit his teeth and adjust his hips to thrust up into you deeper. Being on top and watching him underneath you, seeing the pleasure you were giving him you feel a surge of power rush through you.

Sitting up from your reclined position, your hands ran over his that were still grasping your tits before settling on his muscular forearms to anchor yourself.

His strokes were making your pussy flutter with pleasure, every nerve alight.

You weren’t just playing with fire, you were dancing in it and it made you feel higher than any actual drug ever could.

Fucking him like this was a drug.

You would probably still hate him and yourself in the morning but right now you were his greedy little whore and you wanted him to give you even more.

“I-I-I w-wan-t…” you started but lost focus. You were losing yourself again and you still had something you wanted before you came, one more trick up your sleeve.

“Yes? Use your words Y/N. Tell me what my lil slut wants.” He purred teasingly however the strain was evident in his voice.

You come closer to him, your chest pressed against his as continues fucks into you his fingers digging into your ass cheeks.

“Ryo..men, d-daddy.. .. you-r tongue… ki-ss me” you cooed seductively. Putting on your best babyface and looking down at him with a lustful pout wanting him to indulge you.

His eyes flashed. You truly caught him off guard with this one.

Your legs wrapped around him tightly as he suddenly sat up and his hand was around your neck once again but he never stopped his hips driving into you.

Your eyes widened in response but they were filled with excitement. The thrill of pushing him further and the danger of it all was intoxicating.

The air was heavy with the smell of your sweat and sex and you leaned deeper into the hand around your neck. You couldn’t help the gleeful look on your face as you shivered and stroked the arm that grasped your neck as if daring him to squeeze tighter. It was audacious.

Did you truly get off on edging death?

Sukuna was wondering something similar as the desire to actually snap your neck this time for real this time rose within him.

You took liberties with him that he would have killed his concubines for without a second thought back in his day. But as much as he mocked, taunted and called you all manners of whore, you were no concubine. You were a sorcerer, much weaker than him of course, but a strong one nonetheless.

One that he had either since turned into sex-crazed whore who had developed a death wish kink…

…Or one that he had severely underestimated and was far more manipulative than he gave you credit for. One who would do or say anything to provoke him into giving her what she wanted.

Truthfully you were all of those things.

He could punish you later but Sukuna would not deny you at this moment. It was absolutely sinful how you would whore yourself to him, completely forgetting about Yuji as soon as he was in your guts.

Loosening his grip on your neck, he grabbed your jaw harshly bringing you closer.

“Open”

You obeyed without fuss, sticking out your tongue.

He tilted your head upwards toward him and you felt his spit hit the back of your throat.

“Swallow”

The command had barely left his mouth before you were already savoring his thick saliva before you stuck out your tongue to prove you had in fact swallowed it all this time.

“Good girl.” he muttered. Sukuna’s breath was hot on your face before his mouth crashed onto yours, devouring you.

The brutal kiss overwhelmed your already overstimulated senses. Your teeth clashed against his as mouth ravaged yours. Even his kiss was dangerous as his razor sharp canines cut your tongue and your blood flowed into his mouth.

You felt him groan into you as he drank it eagerly, nipping and sucking on your tongue, savoring the flavor.

Completely disoriented, you didn’t realize the lack of oxygen you had until he pulled back, your blood staining his lips.

Sukuna chuckled at your dazed expression.

His kiss left you in a stupor as you hung onto his shoulders utterly breathless.

Catching your breath, you lean in closer as your tongue slides over his lips to taste your blood on them.

“M-more w-wanna c-cum Daddy.” you mewled against his lips.

“More? Not sure if daddy’s bratty baby can handle it,” he replied mischievously.

Sukuna’s breath fanned across your face as he captured your lips again roughly.

He placed a hand behind you but nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of the mouth on his palm opening and tongue diving directly into your asshole.

You cried as your body instinctively pressed yourself closer to him, breaking the kiss and burrowing your face in his neck trying to keep his tongue from going deeper. However, that only gives the mouth on his stomach better access as it opens to lap at your clit as he continued to fuck into you.

“Don’t run from this slut you asked for more.” Sukuna grunted in your ear, the smirk evident in his voice.

You had asked for more but the sensations of being fucked and sucked from both ends was making you crazy.

“Damn, so fucking tight. Gonna cum in this pussy just like this. Going to breed her, you’d like that wouldn’t you Y/N?”

Sukuna taunted you and you felt his words travel through your ears and straight to your cunt.

His free hand came up to yank your head back for your response but you could barely keep your eyes opened and focused on him.

“U-h Uh-huh,” You nodded as incoherent babbles were the only noises that could muster.

You had never experienced an assault on your senses this hard. Every nerve felt like it might combust as the heat within terrorized you, making you feel as if your entire body was erogenous.

“Cum for me baby girl”, he whispers into your neck as he bit down, drawing blood again.

His words made your chest tighten and your stomach flutter, both betraying you.

Every trick you tried on him thus far had backfired on you when he returned your energy.

Every time you toyed with him he would toy with you harder.

You realized now you’d never win.

You didn’t know if you hated him or loved him for it. The sane part of you was locked away somewhere and all you knew now is your body was screaming to feel his seed fill you, to breed you.

You could feel his cock twitching inside of you and it proved all too much for you to handle.

Sukuna swallowed your screams of ecstasy as you came harder than ever before, toppling over your peak and jerking against him as tremors overtook your entire body. Your mind blank, you collapsed against him tapping out as your senses faded to black.

You weren't out for long but as you came to, you noticed he had placed you back on the bed, on your belly as he moved to position himself behind you.

“I’ve fucked you dumb. Just look at you, half unconscious.”

You could only grumble at him as your whole body felt drained of both your fluids and your energy.

“Hands and Knees, Y/N” Sukuna ordered.

“5 minutes Daddy pleasssseeee” you slurred, you couldn’t possibly take any more of him, your body needed to recover you were exhausted

“Fuck no. Hands and knees slut. It's gonna take more than one load to knock that greedy cunt up.”

You groaned. Your limbs were liquified and you couldn’t manage to support yourself with your arms.

Head rolling to one side to support yourself with your pillow you lif your ass up into the air. Your arms reached back to spread your cheeks wide for him,

Sukuna, satisfied with your position, whistled at the sight of you. “Need fuck this cum back into you and fill you up again.”

His heavy hand landed with a smack against your puffy pussy for emphasis. You whine as the slap causes your mixed fluids to spurt out of you, dribbling down your sex and onto the bed.

Sukuna’s evil laughter rang into your ears as he plows into you once more. His thrusts blessing you with the toe curling backshots you’ve learned to crave and causing you to come undone once again over his cock as he fucked you senseless over and over. “See Yuji? When I told you I could breed your bratty pillow princess into an obedient cum dump… I meant that.”

LOL!

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Long A/N ahead:

Any mistakes please DM, no rude or criticizing comments please. (I literally am so busy but got up at 5am to finish this.) This is the first smut I’ve written in ages. I didn’t expect it to be so LONG my fucking god. But I actually enjoyed writing this! Especially Sukuna softening a bit towards Y/N at the end. Not really in a romantic way per se but in a “I actually enjoy your pussy presence and would likely keep you around once I'm released from your cuckass boyfriend.” kind of way. I also see it as him indulging Y/N and wanting to breed her just to piss off Yuji lmfao. He would totally knock you up out of spite. I also had fun writing Y/N here as a brat but one who doesn’t give up the fight, just finds new ways to be a brat and enjoys the punishment lmfao. (Me af) I feel like complete brat taming works well with Toji, Geto, and Choso. Sukuna on the otherhand needs a constant challenge or he will just get bored easily and kill you. You gotta tease him enough to keep him interested but he still ain’t gonna let you win. But no, even though I completely tortured and cucked Yuji here (cause he was aware this entire time), I actually really adore him. Yuji is so baby girl. I want to play with his hair and watch dumb movies on the sofa with cuddling with him and then once I get horny Sukuna can fuck my face into the cushions. OMFG SHOULD I WRITE THAT!?

What’s next?

Well my next 3 stories (in order of longest to shortest) center around lactation (Toji), van sex (Geto) and thigh job (Nanami) kinks. Which one y'all want first? ;)

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novasjaneway · 7 months ago

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She beckons me like the song of a siren in the caves by the sea and I shall follow her towards my own demise

KATHRYN JANEWAY as KATRINE in THE KILLING GAME, PART 1 / STAR TREK: VOYAGER S4E18

#ah gawd all of these #i want ALL of her #katrine studying and discussing the map and making plans im gonna scream #dead stopped by that first gif as she welcomes me into her cafe with the swing of her hips #katrine #the killing game #star trek voy #captain janeway

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spideysbruh · 2 months ago

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Neighbors

request- Maybe timmy is ur neighbor and it somehow ends up smutty?

a/n- sorry it took a bit! also, its 4,500 words gawd damnnn

warnings- cursing, smut, oral, spit kink (just a lil), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!!!!!!) praise kink kinda

They had met in the most rom-com of ways…. she was moving in and he heard a commotion in the hallway.

He looked through the peephole and saw a very attractive woman carrying one too many boxes up the stairs and into the adjacent apartment.

The commotion was her spewing every curse word as she carried the boxes up the stairs. He chuckled a bit and opened the door, silently hoping that she didn't recognize him.

“Hey, do you need help? Is anyone else helping you out?” He said, catching her off guard, causing the top box to fall down. Thankfully, his reflexes were quick and he caught the box, she smiled.

“Thank you, cute guy.” She grins, “I know I should lie and say yes someone's helping me so I don't end up on the news later tonight, but this is my third trip up here and there's still a million things in the truck downstairs… so, yes I need help.” She sighed, placing the boxes on the floor inside her apartment.

He chuckled and awkwardly stood at the door, not wanting to intrude on… the empty apartment???

“Come in, cute guy… and sorry for calling you cute guy, don't know what else to call you.” She shrugged, watching him place the box next to the others, her eyes never leaving his frame.

He laughed and went to shake her hand, “I'm Timothée, and no worries, I wouldn't have come out here to help you if I also didn't think you were cute.” He replied, making her laugh.

He found himself thinking that he wouldn't mind making her laugh on a daily basis.

Hold up- what?

“Would've pretended that no one was home, huh?” She chuckled, walking past him to go back to her haul. He caught a whiff of her perfume and loved it, he followed behind her.

“Ahahaha, yeah exactly.” He replied, she turned and smiled at him as they walked down the steps. “So, what was your name again? I didn't catch it.”

“That's cause I didn't say it.” She shrugged, sending him a smirk as she walked out to the truck.

“Ah, well I would say it's only fair that you tell me, you know- since you know mine now.” He replied, stepping into the truck and gathering a couple of boxes together.

“It's Y/n.” She said, sending him a shy smile.

“Y/n.” He says, smiling as she nods and walks past him with her boxes. “Y/n.” He repeats, liking the way it rolls off his tongue.

“Don't wear it out, now.” She jokes.

He thought it was the most beautiful name he'd ever heard. A name for this absolute goddess that will now be living right across from him.

He had spent the rest of the day helping her carry everything in, asking her questions about herself and just getting to know her. She was awesome, everything he learned about her only made him like her more.

She offered to buy him dinner, which he accepted with a blush, “You can wait for it in here and watch me unpack my kitchen boxes to find some plates and cups if you want.” She said, making him laugh.

“Sure, that sounds like a plan.”

After that, he found himself wanting to be with her more and more. She was so cute and witty, she didn't seem to know who he was, which was fine. She knew he was an actor, she just didn't know how big he really was. She knows him for him. And he loves that.

When he was home and would hear her leaving or coming back, he would open his door just to talk to her.

“Y’know you can just text me, right Timmy?” She laughed one day, “Or come over. I haven't had a friend over in a while.”

Friend.

He laughed, “Or you can come over to mine.” He offered, shrugging his shoulders.

“Ugh, it's just such a long journey.” She joked, smirking at him and resting her head on the doorframe.

He laughed, “You're cute.” He looked down at his feet as he said that, missing her blush. “Seriously, do you wanna come over? I'll cook something for you.”

She's quiet for a moment before she nods, “Yeah, lemme just get changed-”

He cuts her off, “No please! I'm in my pj's so… all good.” He chuckles, she smirks and quickly changes out of her gym shoes into her house slippers.

They're cute, they're unique, they're blue and really big, “Those look like space shoes.” He comments as she walks over, she quirks an eyebrow at his words.

“Don't diss my slippers, Timmy.” She teases.

“In a- in a good way!” He tries, she giggles and he widens the door to let her in. “Make yourself at home, I'll start cooking.” He smiles, watching as she subtly looks around.

She had been in his place before, just not recently, “You rearranged some stuff since last time, huh?”

“Ahahaha yeah, thought it was time to change it up.” He said, grabbing the TV remote and handing it to her. “Put on whatever you like.”

“Thanks.” She smiles, sitting on his couch, “It looks nice though, love the changes.”

He smiles and gets her a glass of water, “So what's new? We haven't seen each other in a while.” He asks, handing her the glass.

“You mean like a week?” She laughs, watching as he gathers some ingredients in his kitchen. He moved with ease but in reality he was nervous, this girl that he really likes is in his home, teasing him and making herself comfortable on his couch.

It's never awkward when they do this, with other people there's usually that awkward moment when they first come in, where you're not really sure what to do, but with them it was never like that.

Maybe it's because their first meeting was literally him helping her move into her apartment, but he likes to think it's because they like each other so much and are just immediately comfortable anywhere with each other.

Timothée laughs, “Yeah, it feels longer! It's like dog years.”

She snorts, “You're stupid.” his cheeks redden as she continues looking for a movie to play. She sighs and looks over at him, “You need help?”

He shakes his head, “No, I'm okay! Just find a movie for us.”

She smirks and goes onto hbo, humming as she sees the banner pop up. “The fuuuuck?”

He hums and looks over at the TV, “Uhhhhh.”

“Bitch, is that you!?!?!!???” She exclaims, “With Oscar Isaac!??!?!?!?!!!”

That makes him laugh, “Um.. y-yeah.”

“How don't I know this about you?!! You’re a whole, real actor, what the fuck.” She says in disbelief.

“Well y’know you were in school until-”

“But stillll! Oh my god I'm so uncultured.” She groans, rubbing her face, “That's so embarrassing, Timmy. I had no idea you were in these big, sci-fi films.” She says, her voice muffled from her hands.

He chuckles and walks over to her, sitting down next to her and wrapping an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder, “It's alright, I mean- I never mentioned it so…”

She looks up at him, “Yeah, why didn't you actually?”

He shrugs, “I dunno… I didn't want it to… to change anything. I just wanted to be the same old Timothée to you.”

She chuckles, “Nothing could change any of this. You're still the same little cute guy that helped me when I moved in.”

He laughs and brings his hand up to lightly pinch her cheek, “You're still the same beautiful girl with the prettiest name I've ever heard.”

“Well, I would hope so cause you didn't just find out that I'm a fucking celebrity.” She joked, her cheeks reddening at his words.

He smiled and kept his eyes locked on hers, “You're the funniest person i've ever known.” He said softly, his heart racing as he watched her smile, “Can I kiss you?” he asked, so low he didn't even hear himself say it, but she nodded.

“Yes please.” She says, his lips on hers milliseconds later.

She kisses him back, her hands going into his hair, softly tugging on it which elicits a whine from Timothée.

His hands caress her face as his soft lips meld with hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She hums and finds herself shifting to sit on his lap, which he welcomes. Her pussy gushes as his hands move down her body, passing her breasts, her stomach and landing on her thighs. He squeezes them and she giggles into their makeout.

“What's so funny?” He mumbles, a string of their saliva connecting them as he disconnects their lips ever so slightly.

Y/n shakes her head, looking around his apartment, his head subconsciously following hers, waiting either for a response or for her to kiss him again.

“It's just so- I can't believe this is happening, Timmy. I've liked you for so long.”

“Me too.” He replies, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I'm still praying that this isn't a dream.”

She laughs, “It feels pretty real to me, but no way of knowing.” She shrugs, running her thumb across his face. He laughs and plants another kiss on her lips.

“I've wanted this forever, Y/n/n. I've wanted all of you for months. Will you let me?” He wonders, his hands now on the waistband of her joggers.

She feels her panties dampen at his words and she nods, “Yes.” She whispers, kissing him again.

He slides a hand into her pants and runs his fingers along her panties, “Fuckkkk, you're so wet, baby.” She moans at the nickname and grinds her hips against his hand. He grins and presses a soft, wet kiss to her neck.

He takes his hand out and licks his fingers before turning her over so she's sitting on the couch and he's kneeling in front of her. She whines and he slowly pulls her joggers down her legs, delicately taking them off and placing them next to her.

“You're so cute.” She says softly, he looks up at her and smiles.

“You're beautiful.” He says, leaning forward and kissing just below her bellybutton, he peppers kisses all the way down to her thighs and moves back up to press a kiss right on her clit through her underwear.

She whines, her hips involuntarily moving up for more friction. “Please Timothée! Touch me.”

He smirks and his fingers pinch the waistband of her underwear, slowly moving them down, “It's like I'm unwrapping a present. This might be the best gift I've ever received.” He says, his eyes meeting hers, she giggles and teasingly shakes her head.

“Might?”

“Yeah I dunno, my Xbox was a pretty good one.”

She laughs and closes her legs together, stopping his agonizingly slow movements, “Fuck off.” She giggles.

He grins and spreads them open with his free hand, finally getting her panties off, “Fucking hell, baby. Your pussy is fucking heavenly.” He sighs, her pretty folds glistening already, he licks one of his fingers and runs it along them, spreading her slick around. Finally, the tip of his finger traces around her hole.

She moans at the touch, “Please, baby boy.”

His cock stiffens at both her noises and the sight of her pussy, he can't hold back any longer. He shoves his whole finger inside, slowly moving it in and out as she moans softly.

“Fuck, Timothée.” She whimpers and he adds another finger, leaning in to lick along her folds, his tongue flicking up to suck on her clit. Her hips rotate against his face at that. “Fuck! Please don't stop, baby! Mmmm fuck.” She moans, loud enough that he's sure the neighbors heard it.

He hums against her pussy, curling his fingers, massaging her walls and finding that perfect spot inside of her.

She doesn't stop moaning, they leave her mouth every few seconds, echoing across the apartment.

He pulls his fingers all the way out, gathering his saliva in his mouth before letting it fall onto her pussy. She moans at the warm sensation.

“Kiss me, Timmy.” She whines, he wastes no time in standing up and leaning over her to press his lips to hers.

“You taste so fucking good.” He mumbles against her lips, deepening the kiss, rubbing his hard on against her through his joggers.

She moans and her mouth parts against his lips, and he takes the opportunity to let some of his saliva fall into her mouth, coating her tongue before she closes her lips and swallows it.

“You're a goddess.” He praises, moving back down to her pussy. He licks at her hole, his thumb rubbing slow circles on her clit.

“Oh fuck! Mmmm yeah, mhmmmm baby, fuck.” Loud moans now emit from her endlessly, and he never wants that to stop.

He returns his two fingers inside of her, curling and easily finding her g-spot again. He licks her folds and his thumb quickens on her clit, her walls clench around his fingers and he speeds up his fingers.

Her moans hit his ears like music, mixed with the squelching noise coming from his fingers in her pussy, oh he was in heaven.

He pulls his head away to look at her, admiring the way the pleasure is etched onto her face.

“I'm so fucking close!” She moans, her eyes shut and one of her hands playing with her nipple.

He groans, wishing he could replace her hand with his own, or even with his mouth. But, in due time.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” His hands speed up to a tireless pace, her walls constantly clenching around him.

“Uh huh.” She nods, her pitch higher than usual.

“Fuck I've thought about this so much. What you'd feel like, what you'd look like, what you'd sound like. It's all so perfect, better than what I fantasized. You're so fucking beautiful, y/n.” He moans, feeling her thighs begin to shake.

“Mmmm fuck me.” She whines, he returns his mouth to her pussy, his tongue running all along her folds, kissing them as she rubs her hips against his face. “I'm gonna cum- fuck!”

Her walls clench tightly around his fingers as her thighs shake beside his head. His eyes move up to see her face as she cums and he almost cums himself at the sight alone.

He slows his thumb down on her clit as she comes down, his fingers still inside her. “You look so beautiful when you cum for me.” He praises her.

She blushes and moves her arm to cover her face, “You're fucking incredible.” She compliments, he laughs and kisses the inside of her thigh, pulling out his fingers and licking her arousal off of them.

She sighs as the cool air hits her pussy, “I haven't cum like that in so long.”

“You wanna do it again?” He smirks, standing up completely and leaning over her, softly and quickly kissing her lips.

“Fuck yeah.” He laughs at that and offers her his hand, which she takes. He pulls her up and guides them into his room, laying her on his bed.

“I want you so bad.” He mumbles, kissing from her cheek down to her neck. She moans and wraps her arms around his neck as he sucks a hickey onto her neck, “I've wanted to mark you forever.”

She hums, her pussy gushing at his words. She reaches down to the hem of his shirt and pulls it up over his head, exposing his torso, she wolf whistles which makes him blush.

“You're so beautiful.” She says softly, running her hands across his chest.

Goosebumps rise on his skin at her touch and she smirks, he presses their lips together again, his tongue clashing with hers now.

He's needy and desperate for her now, he pulls up her shirt over her breasts and kneads one of them in his hands. She moans at that, her hips rising and rubbing against his, “Fuck.” He groans at the friction on his cock, he pulls her shirt off and places it next to them on the bed, making her smile again.

“Get these off now.” She says, sitting up a bit and reaching for his pants. She pulls on the strings to untie them and he lets her. He watches as his pants loosen up and she tugs them down, “You're hard already?” She asks, blushing at his dick poking through his boxes.

He hums, “Mmm hmmm, been for a while.” He admits, caressing her face in one of his hands.

“Fuck, Timmy that's so fucking hot.” She moans, pulling his boxers down now and leaning forward to put his dick in her mouth. His head throws back at her warm mouth almost completely taking him in.

He moans as she sucks and licks his cock, one of her hands softly stroking him, “God damn, baby, I can't- fuck- I want to be inside you already please.” He moans and she stops her movements. He takes his pants and boxers off completely and lightly pushes her onto her back, “Can I, baby? Can I be inside you?” He hums, peppering kisses on her chest, she softly moans and nods.

“Yes, please Timo.” She furiously nods, touching his face and kissing his lips.

He groans and reaches down, grabbing hold of his dick and slowly rubbing it against her folds, she loudly whines as he rubs her arousal and his precum around her pussy. Before he pushes into her, he suddenly looks at her and then to his nightstand, “Um… fuck.”

“What?” She pants, her hand gently tracing along his torso, prompting goosebumps to rise on his skin again. He sighs and meets her eyes, before he even opens his mouth she realizes. “I’m on the pill, soooo…” She drags, making him chuckle, “If you don’t have a condom, it’s okay.”

“You sure?” He asks, he desperately wants to be inside her, but if she’s worried, he’ll stop. They can always have fun in other ways tonight.

She nods, “Yes, I trust you.” She caresses his cheek and he leans into it, kissing her palm.

“I’ll pull out.”

“Okay.” She smirks, and he smiles and kisses her lips, enjoying the softness of them as he gently pushes into her. They moan into each other's mouths, their hot breaths hitting the other's lips.

“Ughhh fuck. You’re so fucking tight babygirl, god damn-” He groans, slowly thrusting in and out of her. He rests his forehead against hers, heavy breaths leaving his lips.

“You fill me up so good, baby.” She moans lightly, kissing him desperately, her tongue messily clashing with his.

He speeds up a bit, one of his hands moving down to play with her clit, her hips move up against his at the feeling.

His fingers circle on her clit and he slams into her, “OH! Mmmm fuck.” She moans, moving her head to bite his shoulder as she attempts to quiet her moans down.

“Let me hear you. I want to hear you, forever and always.” He moans, slamming into her again. She clenches around his dick at that.

Her noises get louder and louder with every thrust which only gets him more and more eager.

“You’re all mine now, right baby? I want you forever, please be mine, Y/n.” He moans, staying deep inside of her and not moving his hips.

“Really?” She asks, playing with his hair and wrapping her legs around him, pulling him even deeper inside of her if possible. She hums at the feeling as he nods.

“Yes. I like you so much and still can’t believe this is happening.” He pants as he starts thrusting again, watching her breasts bounce with each one.

He moves his head down and licks at her nipple before continuing, “You're so fucking gorgeous, funny, intelligent and your laugh is the prettiest sound I've ever heard. I'm so lucky to be inside you right now.”

Her eyes roll back at his words and her pussy squeezes around his cock as a constant stream of moans leave her mouth.

“Well… maybe the second prettiest sound.” He chuckles, kissing her cheek as she giggles.

“I like you so much, Timmy. I'll do anything with you.” She whispers, leaning up and sucking a hickey on his neck. “Can I even give you hickeys? What with your job and everything.”

He laughs and nods, “Even if you weren't supposed to I'd still fucking let you. They can just fucking deal with it.” He says and speeds his hips up, playing with one of her breasts as he makes out with her.

“Mmmm fuck Timmy-” She gasps against his lips, reaching down to play with her clit, but he redirects her hand to his back and moves his hand down to massage her clit. “Oooo fuck, fuck me.” She moans, running her hands across his back and sides.

“I'm trying.” He grunts, making her giggle. “You're perfect. You feel so good around me. I've never had a pussy this fucking good. You're so perfect." He moans, slamming into her harder as he feels his high approaching. "Never wanna leave your tight little pussy. Feels like heaven." He sighs into her neck.

She whines at his words and his fingers on her clit speed up, “Mmmmm!” Her hips once again grind up against his, “N- no one's ever fucked me this good, baby. I'm so close- god fucking- damn I'm so close!” She exclaims, pulling his head down to kiss him, trying to suppress her moans.

“You're such a good fucking girl.” He pants against her lips before licking into her mouth.

She clenches around him again and he groans, “You like hearing that? That you're a good girl?” He hums, nudging his nose against hers and she quickly nods, “That's exactly what you are, baby. A good.” He slams his cock into her, “Fucking.” He slams into her again, “Girl.” He kisses her as he nears the edge, his fingers tirelessly rubbing her clit as her moans reach a volume that will definitely get him a complaint, but he couldn't care less. “Cum for me, my pretty girl.”

Her whole body shakes as she cums around him, her moans music to his ears as he thrusts through her orgasm. He kisses along her neck, and when she comes down he pulls his dick out which earns a whine from her.

He strokes himself several more times and groans loudly as his cum spurts all over her pussy and lower stomach, “Fuck you look so pretty like this.” He sighs, leaning down and kissing her again.

“With your cum on me?” She laughs, tracing her finger along his face.

He nods, shrugging, “Mmm yeah.” He chuckles, turning over and laying down next to her. His eyes lock on the side of her face, trying to memorize every detail.

She blushes and feels herself gushing again at his words, “Hmmm, who would've thought the cute guy across from me would be the best sex of my life?”

“So far. We've gotta beat this session, and then the next one… and the next one, and then the next-”

“Okay okay, I got it.” She laughs, leaning up on her elbows to see the mess he made on her. “Fuck Timothée, you came a lot.”

“Only for you.” He sighs, watching as she drags a finger through the cum on her tummy and then places it on her tongue, making eye contact with him as she licks it off. His eyes don't blink as she hums around her finger, “Holy fuck.” He moans, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her on top of him, she giggles and places kisses all over his face.

They lay there silently for a while, resting their eyes and listening to the sound of the others breathing.

He finally speaks up, “Y’know, I was just thinking… I have to leave at the end of the month, I gotta film a new movie. I'll be gone for a couple months.”

She frowns and looks up at him, “Oh yeah?”

He nods and tangles his fingers in her hair, “Yeah. How'd you like to come with me?” He nervously asks, his heart racing as he awaits an answer.

She quirks an eyebrow, “Really?” he nods instead of saying something, “I would love to Timmy, but- what about my job? What do I do when you're on set? I don't know the first thing about your-”

He sits up and holds her face in his hands, locking his eyes on hers, “You can work from there! And- and if there's something important that you gotta come back here for, you can always fly out. And you can join me on set! You'll make friends so easily, watch. You can hang in my trailer whenever you want, or go explore the city! Though, I'd want to do that with you, too.” He chuckles, rubbing her cheekbone, she giggles and anxiously looks down.

“Ohhh I dunno, Timmy. Don't you have paparazzi? I-”

“Oh, fuck them! We'll lay low if you want, but I don't care either way. I just got you… I don't want to be without you for three whole months.” He says, resting his forehead against hers.

She kisses him and shrugs, “Okay. I'm down!”

His eyes widen at her words and he grins, “Yeah?!” He exclaims, she nods and he pulls her into an all encompassing hug, kissing all over her head and neck, “Fuck yeah! This is going to be so fun, baby. You'll see.” He grins, she laughs and kisses his cheek.

“You know what's not fun, though?” She says, suddenly serious.

“What?”

“The fact that my boyfriend promised he'd cook for me, but here I am, famished, starving, hungry as fuck.” She teases, pretending to faint back onto his bed.

Boyfriend.

Hell yeah.

He laughs and his eyes scan over her naked body. Her smooth skin, her breasts sitting so perfectly on her chest, his cum still on her pussy and tummy.

He reaches forward and runs his hand over her waist, “Let's save that for tomorrow, yeah? I make a good ass omelet, you'll see. I'll order something for us tonight.”

She opens her eyes and smiles, “Nah I think I'll just go home.” She teases.

“No way, I'm not letting you walk home alone this late.” He jokes, she giggles and sits back up, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Ahhh.” She sighs as she rests her head on his chest, “Soooo what movie are you filming next month?”

“It's a Willy Wonka prequel.” He says, his fingers tracing her sides.

Her head jumps up, “No way!” She grins, “That's so cool.”

He nods and kisses her head, “It is pretty cool, huh?”

“I gotta catch up on your stuff, babe.”

He laughs and sighs. He finally has the girl of his dreams.

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 13 days ago

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Losing Dogs

❥Park Seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: originally titled "Baby", this is a rewritten version of yandere caregiver seonghwa (my beloved fucking psycho)

Baby Series!

✃... "You are; and always will be — His Baby." ... ✃

♫"You're my baby, say it to me." Mitski, I Bet on Losing Dogs

✫彡wordcount: 6k (a whole 2k more than the original 😟)

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, HEAVY angst i would go as far as to say whumpage

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: stockholm syndrome, mind breaking, extreme spanking, mentions of bribery, mommy hwa (i still cannot help myself two years later), hwa is NOT SANE, everyone is morally grey, age regressor reader(is actually an adult), baby and jongho bff agenda 🐻, mingi needs a hug good gawd DAYUM i be putting him through the ringer, trauma bonding, non-sexual nudity, screaming, baby and ming DEFINITELY have ptsd and san probably does too, this is a toxic ass household ngl

is hwa genuinely sorry or is he manipulating baby? flip a coin and find out

✩index: little space - a regressed state of mind where one feels like a child. little / age regressor - a person who has a little space. hyung - an older male friend or sibling, used by other males.

��disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship of any kind.

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

"I'm home!" Seonghwa calls out as he enters the apartment, looking around as he takes off his shoes, "sorry I'm late!" Usually by now, you'd be running to greet him. Mingi or San would have yelled back to say hello.

"Hello? Baby?" He peeks his head into the kitchen, where dinner is untouched on the stove.

"San?" He shuffles to the living room; the news channel on mute.

"Mingi-ah?" Maybe you were in another one of the apartments. You have been spending a lot of time with Jongho.

Your voice makes his heart drop. "No!" From his room at the end of the hall, you shout it with a bone rattling rage.

He's already running down the hallway when he hears a thud and a yell of pain from his younger friend.

"Baby?! Baby!" He grabs the doorway as he slides to a stop, taking in the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

"Hey, please calm down," San whispers, to which you shake your head from where it's hidden in your knees while you press yourself into the wall by the bed. One of your bottles is on the floor at Mingi's feet, and he's holding his arm with a pout. "Hwa is going to be back soon, please, please, don't-"

"Baby?"

All three of your eyes snap towards him, and you cower further into the wall; fear evident in your eyes. He doesn't like that one bit.

"Hyung!" Mingi steps in front of his view, as if to shield you.

"C'mon, peanut, please," San whispers as he leans over the bed to pull you away from the corner, only to be kicked at again.

"Did she throw that at you?" Seonghwa asks as he connects the bottle on the floor to the reddening skin on Mingi's arms.

"Well... yes, but, Hyung-"

"Baby, why would you do that?" He picks up the bottle and slowly sits on the edge of the bed, reaching for you.

You only respond by kicking at his hand with your Hello Kitty socked feet, sniffling and breathing deeply. You refuse to let him get close.

So he turns his attention back to his roomates; both looking an equal mix of scared and sad, guilty even. "What happened? Is she hurt?" He wants to wring them by their necks, really. He wants to scream for answers. How dare they make his precious angel cry? But you hate when he raises his voice, so he takes a deep breath. "Mingi?"

The youngest man looks down, sniffing back his own tears.

"San?"

"Hyung... We- honestly, we didn't mean to upset her! It was an honest mistake-" He's stumbling over his words, trying to think of a way to put this that will have neither you or them in trouble. He truly feels for you, so does Mingi.

But it's been months. It's been six and a half months. If they would or could have helped you really get away, they'd have done it by now. Maybe they were cowards for not calling the police that first night. Or maybe they were just selfish. They didn't want their eldest Hyung to be locked away. They didn't want everything they worked so hard for to be torn away. Or maybe, they're just as scared of him as you are.

He's taking too long, Seonghwa decides. He turns back to you, his hand finding your knee before you can kick it away. "What happened, Baby?"

That little touch makes you fucking snap. A full flip from terrified of the man and back to the rage he heard a few moments ago.

You throw his hand off of you, and he lets it fall back to his side as he watches in shock; his fingers twitching against the soft sheets.

You sit up on your knees, making yourself look bigger than you actually are — as you scream obscenities in his face.

Every curse word in your vocabulary is thrown his way as you go yell how you are not, in fact, His Baby. Even some ones that the men have never heard as you shout that you don't love him. You don't like San, or Mingi- actually, you hate all of his members. They're all cowardly bastards and he is their sick fuck of a leader — those are your exact words as you throw the stuffed bear Jongho made with you at his face.

It hits him on the nose and lands on the floor. His eyes follow it, and don't seem to move after that.

Swears are tumbling out as you say how much you hate it here. You miss your home. You miss your friends. You even miss your job. You want a hug from old Miss Lee.

It turns back into rage within an instant. He's forced to listen as you insult his character directly now. Forget about the members, forget about the things you miss. Forget about everything and everyone else; right now you need to let Park Seonghwa know how much you loathe him.

You say he's a freak, he's a pervert. Sick in the head for all the things he's done. There's not a therapist in the whole wide world that could cure him. You can't stand to look at him. He's annoyingly overbearing. You wouldn't spit on him if he were on fire. You'd shoot him twice if you and him were locked in a room with a hungry lion. You aren't His Baby. You aren't even his girlfriend anymore. He's delusional.

San and Mingi watch aghast, jaw dropped and eyes wide as you scream. You're crying so fast and so violently with emotion that your tears create streams down your cheeks that connect on your jaw; going on to drip onto the collar of your baby blue dress.

Seonghwa doesn't dare look at you as you vent your emotions. The words ring around his head like a church bell. You can't possibly mean all of this. He takes care of you, doesn't he? He loves you. He gives you the world and only ever expects your love in exchange.

He thought he had it — your love. It had been months since your last outburst. He, really all of them, thought your defiance had passed. That they could all pretend this was semi-okay.

You let him play with your favorite toys that nobody else was allowed to touch. You gave him kisses and hugs. You let him care for you, you can't mean these things — right? You let him give you baths and do your hair. You let him do everything. He went to sleep with you in his arms and woke up the same way.

"Yah!" You screech, grabbing his neatly fluffed pillow and hurling it at his already lowered head. "Do you even hear me? Park Seonghwa! I hate you!"

The world stops the millisecond the word passes your lips.

You stop screaming; only panting and crying as you see the visible shift in his aura. He goes from unreadable to fucking pissed in a snap.

Mingi backs into San, their eyes as wide as yours.

As you realize what you've done, you slap a hand over your mouth.

It's deadly silent in the room. In the apartment. It seems like the Earth has ceased it's spinning.

Not only could you hear a needle drop, you can hear as a single tear falls from his eye and collides with the hardwood.

Both of them look at him. You look at him. He only looks at the floor.

His shoulders tense up and his breathing gets shallow.

He stands up, almost robotically. You slam yourself back into the wall, watching him closely. He picks up his pillow and dusts it off before putting it back where it belongs.

"Hyung...?" San dares to whisper, but he doesn't get a response.

Seonghwa picks up the bear and presses his lips together, taking another deep breath as he pushes back his hair. "Come get your bear."

You shake your head as he finally meets your fearful gaze. He's so mad that steam may as well be coming out of his ears. "Come here," he commands with a flat tone before he snaps, yelling suddenly, "get the fuck over here!"

You flinch before jumping into action, though the action is a slow crawl to the edge of the bed.

Mingi jolts as well, grabbing Sans arm and giving him a look that begs him to intervene.

But San knows better than to poke an angry bear.

"Baby," his voice is back to a barely contained rage hiding under a sickly sweet syrup, "do you have any idea how many rules you just broke?"

"I d- I'm s-sorry," you stammer as he cups your heated and wet face.

"Raising your voice, throwing things, hitting people, being mean, talking about before, saying naughty words," he squishes your face in his hands as he glares at you, "you're acting like a goddamn brat!"

Mingi doesn't know what to do, he feels like his body isn't responding to his mind. His mind wants to knock Seonghwa over the head and run away with you in his arms. But his body seems to remember the pain of the last time he tried to help you even slightly. He's stuck. He's stuck.

"Hyung, maybe you should take it easy-" San speaks up quietly from Mingi's side.

"Don't get me started on you two! You stay there and shut up, I'll get to you," he snaps his head to face them, getting a glimpse of the outrage that your forced nose to nose with, "I'm taking care of My Baby first. You know I can't let bad behavior go untreated."

He lets go of your face and grabs your collar when you go scramble away, keeping you in place. "six rules, baby. All in... what, ten minutes? Do you really want to make it seven by running away?" You shake your head. He isn't pleased with that answer. "Do you?!"

"No." You manage to squeak out past the lump in your throat that's limiting your air flow.

He lets go of you and backs up. "Bend over the bed."

"Wait, pl-"

"Before I get the paddle."

He doesn't say anything else. He doesn't have to. He just watches as you move at a turtles pace; like these few extra seconds will save you.

After an incident in the early days involving an unlocked window and some sheets, you don't ever want to even see the paddle again.

He doesn't make you move faster. He just stands a few inches away, deadly silent. He only speaks up when you look to the others beggingly. "You aren't allowed to look at them anymore."

It had been a rule when you first arrived. You only got that privilege a few weeks ago and you were kissing it goodbye. You figured it was probably to make you feel isolated, to forget the fact that these were people. People who could help you if your puppy dog eyes worked hard enough.

Mingi is still holding back his tears, sniffing quietly. Even Sans breathing sounds anxious; like if he moves a muscle that he's next on his Hyungs list.

You stand with your back to Seonghwa, your knees touching the edge of the bed. You don't want to bend over. You're afraid. He's never spanked you when he was this angry. You're starting to regret your words already. "Please-"

"Jesus!" He huffs, clearly fed up with your stalling, "bend over, Baby." He shoves your torso over the bed, the stuffed bear landing next to you.

San and Mingi avert their eyes as Seonghwa flips up the skirt on your dress. They may be complacent with his actions, but they certainly don't enjoy or agree with them. They'll never cross that line. They, all seven of the younger members, promised it. Never look at you when you were vulnerable like that. Never touch you. Never help him hurt you directly.

Most of them even decided it would be best to help you however possible without ruining all of their lives in the process. Getting you small gifts. Sneaking you snacks or an extra hour of games or cartoons. Stealing you away to their dorms to play and "babysit" to "give Seonghwa a break."

But there was nothing they could do when Seonghwa told you to do something. Come to bed early. Let him wash your hair. Give him a kiss. Sit on his lap. Bend over.

So they couldn't do anything but look away with heavy weight on their hearts.

The sound of Seonghwa quite literally ripping your panties off your body makes them cringe. Your cries for Mingi to help you remind him of the first night Seonghwa had stolen you away from the world. They make him want to disappear forever.

The way you plead for their help makes San feel like curling up into a ball and never moving again.

"Ming! Ming, please, don't let him hurt me!" You claw at the blanket as Seonghwa traps you with one of his legs on either side of you. "Please, I'm sorry! Sannie, I- ow!!"

Seonghwa doesn't even start easy on you. Smack after smack is landed on your bottom harshly.

"Please!" You don't know who you're crying for. It doesn't matter, does it? Nobody is coming to save you, that's what you realize as the man you once would have trusted with your life spanks you with so much force that it aches all the way through to your hip.

You grab the teddy bear and hug it to your chest tightly as you scream with each of his thwacks.

For the briefest, beautifulest second — you think he's done when he's left one of your cheeks stinging and burning and the sound of the smacks pauses.

Pauses. Because that was just him moving to get a better angle on your other side.

"Mommy!" You sob loudly; and the sound officially makes Mingi cry. He can't hold his tears any longer. He turns his body away completely to try to distance himself from the abuse.

San reaches and wraps his pinky around his; his head similarly hung low with shame and sadness.

It does little to comfort either of them. But it reminds them of the promise they made all of those months ago.

All of their pinkies locked together; they promised to do their best for their obviously challenged Hyung.

Both of your cheeks bruising and hot to the touch, he finally backs up. You don't know how many hits you took, and he doesn't know how many he gave. But you both know that it was more than five per broken rule; which he promised was all he'd ever give when you first broke one.

He moves his legs from either side of you and lets you crumble to the floor in a heap of breathless sobs.

He haphazardly pulls your skirt to cover you before he leaves you alone completely; letting you blubber into your arms without an ounce of comfort to give you.

He looks down at his palm as he steps over you. It's as red and angry as he was.

He slowly looks up at the men. "Tell me what happened."

Mingi wipes his face roughly with his sleeve, standing up straight as San finally reveals what set you off.

"We were going to watch a movie, but... she saw it before we could change the channel."

"What? What did she see?"

"Her missing persons photo. Her best friend was talking about her..."

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

It was quiet in the apartment after you finally managed to stop your cries, making yourself stop sobbing and snotting everywhere.

No noise at all. If you hadn't know better, you'd think they all left. But you do know better. Seonghwa refused to ever leave you alone.

Even if they were all busy. When they all had to practice or film, you went with them and sat in the corner and stayed out of the way of the camera "like a good girl", he'd say.

If it was a performance or a recording with people who weren't apart of the company, you were hidden out of sight in the van or backstage. Being watched over by someone who'd coincidentally gotten a raise.

You stayed right there on the floor for the longest time, sobs of anguish turning into defeated sniffs.

Oh, you really outdid yourself this time.

Even at his angriest, he never left your side when there was a tear in your eye; even if he was the cause.

You know he has a zero tolerance policy for that word. An immediate five smacks to the behind, regardless where you were or who was around.

Hate. Ironically, it could be said that he hated it. Especially when it came from your precious lips.

You once said you hated a movie in a casual conversation with Yeosang. And Seonghwa overheard you. He spanked you then and there. He didn't care that all of the members were there, watching you cry out apologies as he hit you over your overalls.

Zero tolerance.

And you aimed it right at him and fired.

And now, deep into the night, he still hasn't come back. You're starting to wonder if your tidal wave of curses and insults broke the last string of humanity around his heart. If he might have killed San and Mingi and that's why it's so quiet. If he's planning on how to kill you, too.

Your body screams in protest as you force yourself up. Yelling all the way as you crawl your way to the pink tent in the corner of the room — right out of sight of his computers camera.

It's placed ontop of soft play mats and filled with childish things that Seonghwa had collected for you and gifts from the other members. Maybe they gave them to you to say they were somehow on your side, or as a peace offering after betraying you.

The softest throw blankets. Pillows of various shapes and sizes; your favorite of which tucked under your head, cradling your face with the faux fur. A small box of your favorite pacifiers and toys that nobody was allowed to touch. You had to be distracted when Seonghwa cleaned them or else you'd throw a fit.

You tug the ribbon keeping the sheer fabric on the side open undone. Like it will shield you. Like it will undo what's been done.

Maybe, in your fragile and breaking mind, it will.

He never comes in here. Only reaches in once every other week to get the blankets and wash them or grab the pacifiers to clean them while you're with the others.

You curl up on your side and find yourself crying all over again as you think about that.

Maybe... just maybe, Seonghwa actually does care about you. In his own fucked up, delusional way. It's not right, and the logical part of you knows that. It's not healthy. But in his sick mind, he's doing the absolute best he can for his precious girl.

You can still see Seonghwa in his room when he's not there. Maybe that's why you hate being stuck in here. Why you always beg the members to let you hang out with them.

It's so neat. So color coordinated. Grey and white and warm lights.

You're the only exception, you come to see. Toys and books and crayons strewn about in your little corner of his world. Your coloring books. Your clothes which you had thrown in your rage before he got home. Your stuffed animals laying around. Your ripped panties and tears and snot on the floor.

You're the only exception. Maybe that's why you get so upset when you slip out of the little space he's made for you. You know you don't fit seamlessly into his life. You know it. You don't belong here.

But you can't leave.

So maybe you should make the best of your shitty situation.

With a groan of effort, you push yourself back up.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

It's even deeper into the night when he finally returns. He turns the key and opens the door quietly. It's 2:36.

Which means it's a long time past your bedtime. You've become so accustomed to it that he figures you're probably fast asleep; especially with the stress of earlier.

And he's right. The ceiling light is turned off, but you've kept on the lamp on the bedside table. You were probably scared of the dark but didn't want to completely defy his lights out rule.

His heart sinks as he sees you. A pang of regret hitting him right where it hurts. You're curled up on your side, sleeping on his half of the bed and holding his pillow tightly. Your closed eyes are still swollen from the amount of tears you'd shed, even though hours have passed at this point.

He takes a shaking breath as he notices that last fact. He doesn't even want to fathom how much he'd hurt you. His anger got the best of him and deep down it hurts because he knows it wasn't the first time.

He's done it to everyone. His members. His family. Himself.

The darkest parts of him reach in from the recesses of his mind, saying that you'll never forgive him. That he's ruined everything he's worked towards. His Baby is better off without him.

He's quick to slap them away as he slowly crawls over you and into bed. He pauses before he lays down, and looks around.

Something is off. Something is different.

Everything is in place.

All of your toys and books and coloring supplies are on the shelf where he puts them during his Sunday resets. All of your clothes are folded and sat on his desk in neat piles. All your stuffed animals are lined up around your tent, only your very favorites on your side of the bed.

Your tears and snot wiped up and your ripped panties in the bin.

"Oh, My Baby..." he immediately lays on his side and carefully gathers you into his arms, holding your torso close and being careful not to touch your undoubtedly aching bottom.

He can't stop the tears. He can't help but cry, though his tries to do so quiet so you can rest, "My Baby..." He bites his tongue. He wants you to rest, you need it. But the smallest noise, the littlest movement wakes you up in your delicate state.

When you groan sleepily, stirring awake — he expects you to crawl away when you feel his familiar arms around you.

But you don't.

You do nearly the opposite, actually. You peek over your shoulder, making sure you aren't imagining the weight of his arms around you.

When you see him, you roll over with a whine and shimmy into his arms, you bury your face in his sweater and hold onto the fabric gently.

"Hey, sweet girl," he coos hoarsely, gently rubbing your back.

You were right, earlier. You weren't left alone. Seonghwa stormed off to the apartment two floors down to Hongjoong. San and Mingi were comforting each other in the living room, trying to ignore your muffled sobs after he slammed the door and locked it.

While they sat in silence, Seonghwa screamed and screamed until he couldn't breathe.

Eventually, Hongjoong and Wooyoung managed to calm him down. Then they talked and talked. Wooyoung suggested, very lightly, that maybe you should spend the night in one of the other apartments.

Then he screamed some more, even lunged at the man.

All this time, your night time routine had never changed. All this time, he never let you out of his arm while he slept. Even that first night, the first week, when you thrashed and fought and cried until you passed out from exhaustion — you did so in his arms.

"Mommy." It's a simple word. An acknowledgment. But it calms him. Makes his heart thud in a different way. He takes pride in that name. And it makes him unbelievably happy that you can still call him that after what he's put you through.

"Are you okay, Baby?" He knows. He knows the answer is no. But he'll give you a chance to speak for yourself. To tell him how to help. What to do to have a sliver of a chance in Hell to redeem himself.

"M'hungry... an' it hurts..." You peek up at him, sniffling, "m'sorry I said those mean things to you and Ming and Sannie... I'm sorry I was a brat."

"Come on, Sweetpea," he lifts you up, and you instinctively koala hug onto him; your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. "Mommy will take care of you."

The night time ritual starts now, a pattern of familiarity to calm both of your shot nerves.

He scoops up a pillow from the couch on the way to the kitchen table, and sits it down on your chair before delicately lowering you down. It still hurts. Everything hurts. You'll be sitting in their laps for two weeks, at the very least.

You eat in silence. Usually you'd talk about the day and the next one's plans. He'd ask if you were good when he wasn't around. You'd ask how work was, if he had any new songs to sing you.

But neither of you have any words. You can't find them. You only want to be in each other's peaceful company.

He clears the table, which is usually your chore. You know he feels bad for what he did. He always insists on you doing your chores for a sense of purpose or being. But he knows it will hurt if you try to stand. It will hurt when you try to do anything.

He made sure that you'll be feeling the same pain he did.

"C'mere, baby-doll," he lifts you back into his arms and cradles your head to his shoulder. No matter how many times you've insisted that you can walk, he insists right back that his precious girl must be carried.

You pass Mingi on the way to the bathroom. His posture is slumped and his eyes are bloodshot. But he can't help the small smile that tugs on his lips as you give him a tiny wave over Seonghwa's shoulder.

The pillow goes down on the counter, then you. He starts your meticulous skincare.

You then him, over and over. Face wash, toner, serum, the list goes on until you're brushing your teeth together.

When all is said and done, squeaky clean for the night, he likes to massage your face. He says it's good for blood flow, which is true. But he does it for a simpler reason.

Your face in his hands. A chance to admire you at the end of the day. No matter what the world threw at him, he would always have you in his hands at the end of it. He can always count on this.

He cups your cheeks while standing between your legs, rubbing gently. "My Baby," he whispers; so quietly that you actually miss it. You're too busy melting into his soft affection. "You're My Baby."

"Mhm," you moan quietly, blinking your eyes open to look up at him. "Mh?"

"Say it to me." He says. Asks. Pleads.

He rest his forehead on yours, holding your face like you're a doll made of glass. His eyes growing wet with tears as he uses yours as window into the depths of your soul. And what he sees is relieving. Softness and warmth that swirls around him in a form of comfort that only you can provide.

"I'm your Baby," you nod against his forehead lightly, "I'm your Baby, Mommy."

He nearly collapses to the floor as his shoulder finally relax. His blood warms with happiness as he hears those words.

You're all he's ever wanted. All he needs. All he feels that he truly has. The one part of his life that he won't let the world corrupt.

He knew it the moment he saw you. Knew that he had to be with you. Love at first sight. You were so beautiful, so soft and kind. So trusting of the world. He was hit with a feeling he can only describe as pure love and heart attack inducing anxiety. He loves you so much, how can he ever rest if he doesn't know for certain that you're safe? What if you had gotten hurt when he wasn't there? What if you left him? He'd never forgive himself. He'd never move on.

So he took matters into his own hands.

He'd never felt it before. And never since. He knows he'll never feel this way about someone else, something else. Nothing but you. But his Baby. He'll never love like he loves his Baby. Never. Never. Never.

"Mommy," you wipe his tears before they can fall down his face, "you gonna wash away all the stuff you jus' put on."

He can't help the soft chuckle he lets out, leaning into your touch. It leaves a tingle on his skin. "You're right, Baby."

You have the tiniest smile playing at your lips, holding his face as he holds yours.

He gently, oh so gently, places a kiss to your freshly strawberry flavored lips before the routine continues.

He leaves you to do your business while he collects your pajamas, and when he comes back; he finds you rubbing your bottom with a pout.

"Oh, Baby! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he quickly drops the clothes on the counter and crouches, searching under the sink frantically, "it must have hurt on the toilet, I'm sorry."

"Yeahm," you whine a simple response as you watch him sit a tube of cream on the counter.

"C'mere, sweetpea," he helps you rid your tear stained dress as you eye the ointment. He pets your hair before going to grab it, "bend over, Baby."

Those simple words have you spiraling all over again, "no! Mommy, I've been good!" You hold your arms over your naked chest and give him your saddest puppy dog eyes, already shaking.

"No, no, no," he shakes his head quickly, gathering you into a hug tenderly, "shhhh, shhh. It's okay, sweet girl. Mommy isn't going to hit you again. Shhhh, that's it. Just breathe, Baby." He tucks your head under his chin as he shushes you, "it's okay... I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to put some numbing cream on your bottom, okay? It will make you feel better. I won't hurt you, Mommy promises."

"P-promise?"

"I promise."

You hesitantly bend over the counter and are relieved to find that he's telling the truth. He's barely touching your sore and discolored behind enough to spread the cream, his touch is so light. He manages to apply the treatment without causing you another panic attack.

"There you go, angel, see?" He wipes the numbing cream from his fingers before pulling you up gently. "See? All done."

You watch as he closes the tube and sets it on the counter with your skincare. You know it will be apart of your routine until you've healed. It mocks you as you look at it. You'll have to hear those words every night.

He sees you glaring daggers at it as he unfolds your sleep shirt. It's one that he doesn't let you wear often. One you got from Jongho when you spilt something on yours while in his care. But you love it. So he gently pulls it over your head and helps you put in on. "Baby," he hums, "you know you're my good girl, right?"

You sniff as you force your eyes off of the cream, looking up at him. "I am?" You ask as you step into the panties he hands you. "But.. I made you so mad."

"You are," he reassures you as he takes off his shirt, getting dressed in his own pajamas as he speaks, "you're always my good girl. Even when you make me mad, you're still My Baby. I w... I went a little hard on you tonight, I think. But, you handled it well. Cleaned up and apologized and let me take care of you."

"Really?"

"Really," he nods, tossing both of your dirty clothes into the basket while he continues with a soft tone, "you're the most precious thing in the whole wide world to me, you know that. And I know I hurt you, Baby... I haven't hurt you this bad since you tried to run away, right?"

He gently tilts your head up with a finger to your chin, and you agree with a sad look in your eyes as you remember the first time you tried to run for the door. The scratches you had on your legs from where he yanked you back. The pain in your foot after he crushed it. "Yeah..."

"Yeah, right? Mommy doesn't like to hurt you, sweet girl. But sometimes bad behavior needs to be corrected in a way that will stick in your little brain. Those were some very mean words you said to me. You didn't try to leave, but with those words you might as well have."

You shuffle into his awaiting arms and hug him tightly, "M'sorry, Mommy. I don't- I don't know why I said that stuffs... I didn't mean it! You take such good care of me."

"Shhh, don't cry now, beautiful," he caresses your head softly, a tender touch reserved only for you, "don't cry anymore, I forgive you." He kisses the top of your head a few times before picking you up and holding you close sweetly. "I forgive you, angel. Big emotions are hard for My Baby to handle, huh?"

"Mhm," you nod against his shoulder, clinging to him as he opens the door.

"Mhm," he smiles lightly at you as he slowly heads back down the hall to your room. "I want you to apologize to Ming and Sannie in the morning, okay? You acted up on their watch, so be my good girl and say you're sorry. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Mommy," you yawn as soon as you see the bed, desperate for rest. Then your eyes flick to your tent. You're also desperate for comfort. "Mommy?" You whisper as he sets you down on the bed slowly, pointing to the pink shelter, "can sleep in my tent tonigh'?"

"Oh, Baby, you know I have to hold you to sleep. You can have a nap in there tomorrow, how about it?"

"Nuh, Mommy too," you blink up at him, "we sleep in my tent?"

"Awe," he coos at how adorable you are so deep into your little space, and he can't help but agree, "of course, Baby."

You nearly fling yourself out of the bed and crawl into the tent, already getting comfortable when he kneels and shuffles inside with you. He watches you with stars in his eyes as you slide under the obscene amount of throw blankets and hold them up for him.

He cuddles you from behind as the blankets form a sort of soft and fluffy weight on top of you. They smell like you. Like love and happiness. The plushie you slide under his head does as well. It's warm and safe in here, the mats on the floor and the blankets keep you warm from the October weather. Your quiet, tranquil breaths lure him into a state of calm as he holds you tightly.

He stays like that for a long time. Almost like he's meditating.

He can see why you like it in here —

He looks up and instead of the usual white ceiling, he's met with the pink fabric. Oh. He's actually in here.

Ever since he set it up three months ago, only his arm has entered. You set a strict "BABY ONLY" policy. Not even Mingi was allowed in. Not even Yeosang. Or even Jongho, who was clearly your favorite.

They were all confined to the mats outside of the tent.

But you invited him in. You let him in. To your safe space.

He thought after what he had done; you would be back at square one.

But you went and proved him wrong. You cleaned up and apologized and you were a good girl. His good girl.

You went ahead and proved to him that you are; and will always be —

His Baby.

❝Losing Dogs❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

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Whats your favorite part about the sun and moon slasher design

Forearms. Ah. But i like their big noses too. Makes for a striking profile. Oh and Sun’s hair is fun even tho it takes fredbear 5ever to draw it like I like to. His freckles. Their long necks… the Adam’s apple—under-appreciated bit of anatomy in my opinion.

Mmh. And Moon’s eyebags. And teeth ofc, gawd, how could i forget that. Ahhhhhh…. Their hands tho…. Gahhh…. and like…. the ENTIRETY of their torsos: collarbones, chests, the dip where the ribs open and the stomach starts, the fur that covers them all the way down. :3c

#the answer is most of it #im being weird about the human form again #i am 😔… a boyliker #ask #dca slasher au #i like playing dress up with them too!!#i need to do a page of just different outfits I have on my pinterest board for the au lol

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estellarjj · 1 year ago

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Sure they are sexy but can we talk about the ChuuAku content here

These bros are being gays, they are matching shirts and pants and they are both smiling sincerely, like what happened between them?? Hi? HOLD MY COFFEE AND LEMME GRAB MY PEN-

WHAT THE

excuse me... are we going to a shopping date?

#OH MY GAWD JUST LOOK AT THEM #ChuuAku #bsd official art #akutagawa ryuunosuke #chuuya nakahara #bsd akutagawa #bsd chuuya #bsd #ah they are so shippable ah #anime #akutagawa #chuuya #AHHHHH

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 4 months ago

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THIS CAME TO ME IN MY DREAM... CAN YOU MAKE A STORY ABOUT THE READER BEING NANAMI'S LITTLE SISTER AND GOJO HAS A CRUSH ON HER OR SMTH IDK 🤭🤭🤭

A/N: Gojo art credits go to @tayatimiko

GOJO that jumps in his seat startled af, eyes wide as saucers behind his blind fold when come up from behind and cover em w/ both hands. "Baby, why haven't u called me back? It's so lonely in my mansion." You quote, a sensual whisper in his ear. He jumps to his feet, bumpin into his desk clumsily, offering a nervous chuckle at ur joke. "Hey, y/n.. Was just omw out. Sorry. I Gotta, um.. Uhh, u know-," Stutters some lame excuse and flees the classroom. Just like he does whenever u catch him alone after hours. "What the actual fuck?" 🤨 Fuckin guy's been actin strange lately. Like even for Satoru's weird ass. You've been tryin to get him alone to talk about but it's as if he can't stand to be in the same room with u. Refuses to look at u more than a few seconds and its drivin u too the damn brink.

GOJO that's always been like kin to u. But you're not fuckin blind, how could you not notice the skyscraper is sex onna stick? Soiled 💦 plenty of ur pretty panties just from lookin at his pretty face. But he swats away ur school girl crush without a thought. As Nanami's lil sis, Satoru insisted on treating u like a sibling. But ur older now. And what u don't know is.. He can't deny you've grown into a lovely young woman. Smart, compassionate, brave. And GAWD, don't even let him start thinkin bout that fuckin body..

GOJO is startin to feel like a super creep cause he can't stop his filthy mind from day dreaming albout you, no matter what he's doin. Ur soft curly mane, shape of ur beautiful y/e/c eyes, curve of ur cute nose. The softest plush full lips.. They'd def feel otherworldly wrapped around his- 👄👅🍆"Fuuuck, baby, don't stop.." Satoru groans, abruptly wakin himself up from the lusty dream starring u. Scrubs at his tired features and glances at the alarm clock. 12:37 am. "Dammit, ma.. Can't even sleep without u on my mind." Spends the rest the night tossin and turnin, tryin to erase the vision of u gaggin on his cock from his pervert brain.

GOJO no longer believes in relieving his stress if it isn't inside of u, basically becomes a born again virgin. Really thinks the amount of nut he's savin for u gave him hyperspermia and now every time he cums, it can literally fill buckets. Even worse he just start havin the most intense nocturnal emissions. Though his body feels like it's on cloud 9, it's startin to get aggravating, goin to sleep w/ u on his mind only to wake up to his dick dischargin like a automatic. "Shitshitshit! Nooo, not again." Satoru stares at his inflated cock swelling fatter in disbelief, energy burstin from him uncontrollably when he spasms, whimpering for u again and again as the temple starts to tremble, cracks tearing through the foundation. "Y/n, baby, fuuuck- I need u! Ohhplease, be mine.. Jus lemme feed that pussy this big fat load. Please honey, 's all for u, all for -nghh.. ah, ah, ah, can't stop! I can't stop cummin for u baby." The lastest dirty delusional demo 🍆🍩 of u cloggin his brain and he's so helpless, grippin the thick throbbing base of his shaft tight, trying to stop the overwhelming flow, gut compressin as the next spurt shoots even harder. An detrimental earthquake cracks through the surrounding streets but Satoru's too busy cryin and shakin. "Oh fuck, I can't take it! T-too good, too much.. haaah! 'M gonna die, pleeease! Stopstopstop- no! Wanna stuff u princess, such a waaaste.." Delrious ass sweatin bullets while his nut shoots high in the air, splatter audible when it rains back down all over his face and chest. But he just sloppily jerks at his dick, head saggingon his pillow as he attempts to wring himself dry, nut coating his slender knuckles in the yummiest glaze. "H-help me sweet girl- ohhh y/nnn.." Can't stop gaspin ur name, thrashin in his king size bed, the last of his ooey gooey nut cascading down his dick and balls as thunder crashes up above, lightning hailing across the sky like electric arrows before a random bolt slices through the adjoining building. Fuck.. Yaga's definitely gonna be pissed.

GOJO despises staying away from u and misses the fuck outta ur clingy ass. Craves how u used bake him his favorite sweet treats when he came over, yummy body bangin in ur sports bra and lil cotton shorts. Backing it up on him, reachin back to grip his neck, twerking all on him to the nastiest playlist. Or how u used to slide to his place unannounced, usually watchin as he laid on his tummy and rocked out on the ps5 in only a pair of black briefs. You'd always sit on his naked back, playin in his hair, massagin the weeks tension out his broad shoulders as he shouted obscenities at his teammates, only pausing to groan in satisfaction at ur talented fingers. Satoru can still feel the heated print of ur cushy tush 🍑 and chubby puss 🍪 molded to his spine. Had to will his away his nut countless times as he laid atop a fat boner, tryin to concentrate on the game and not moan like a whore when u squish ur front to his back and hug him tight. "Yay, good job Toru, u won!" Ur weight puttin the most delicious pressure on his dick. Feels so slutty rememberin how the smallest softest kiss to the back of neck had his eyes glazing over, teeth diggin into his bottom lip as nut pours from his flushed slit.

GOJO can't accept his crush on his good friends lil sis. Needs space from u since he can't pin ur feet behind ur ears and slurp ur cunt till he's full, so he decides to be a grade A dick. "Y/n, we need ta talk." Folds his long arms and shakes his head when u stomp ur foot and throw a hissy 😡 after he says u can't come on missions w/ him and Nanami anymore under pretenses that he just tryin to keep u safe. "Seriously Toru? U been ignorin me for how long? No reason, not a text or call. Now this shit?" Lean frame reclined against the schools entrance doors beside ur perplexed brother, kissable lips thinning dramatically. Pussy ofcourse is lookin anywhere but u. "'M not gettin into all that, y/n. Lets jus keep it professional since we're at work, yeah?" Nanami quirks a blonde brow, so sick and tired of the odd tension. "Gojo, it's fine. Y/n's got us. It's never been a problem before. We can-," ur brother tries to interject but Satoru huffs and storms off without another word. "Just stay this once. I'll talk to him." Ur bother squeezes u in a quick hug when ur eyes tear w/ frustration, kissing the top of ur head before jogging after the idiot.

GOJO feels bad when Nanami scolds him the next day about makin u cry. "U were an absolute terror yesterday. More than usual. I don't care why. U need to fix this Satoru. Whatever it takes." Satoru is exasperated af atp. Wholeheartedly doubts ur brother knows what he's saying. He can't even be in ur presence w/ out wondering what ur perfect tits would feel like in his mouth. 🤤 "Look.. We just need.. Space rn. Its nothin." Nanami slits his eyes, poppin Satoru in the back of the head. "I'm not an idiot, like u. Can't just ignore how she feels bout u.. How u feel about eachother." Satoru definitely engages his infinity, always expectin this convo w/ ur brother to be rather unpleasant. "How long have u known?" "How long have u loved her?" Satoru's stumped. So he's not as subtle as he believes? Shocker. 😮 "Longer than I care to admit rn. Kento.. It'll change everything." Nanami nods slow. "Just don't hurt her."

GOJO that's the one who ends up hurt when he arrives to the school for class but sees u trainin real up close and personal with the new instructor. The fucker 🖕🏽is all in ur grill, leanin his weight into u as he helps u "stretch". Feelin up ur thighs while pressin ur leg above ur head, his bulge pokin dangerously close to the center between ur legs. "How's that feel, sweetheart? Not too bad right?" Its a dagger to his heart 😭that ur all smiles and giggles. Satoru doesn't even realize he's shoved em off u, wailing on the guy over and over. "Fuckin bastard! Swear if u EVER fuckin touch what's mine again, I'll rip ur fuckin arms off!" Pummels him to a pulp and the fuckin loser is unconscious by the 2cnd punch but he doesnt stop. "Satoru, stop! Ur gonna kill him!" Which he wouldn't have realize if it weren't for u usin the cursed technique u share w/ Nanami, the precise hit blastin him back so hard Satoru has to dig his nail into the ground to catch his footing. U gaze at eachother in the longest stare down, tense af, chests heaving, both brewing with fiery burst of cursed energy. Thoughts racing a hundred miles per minute and Satoru just can't take this shit no more. Teleports inches away, yankin u to him w/ both hands on ur ass and smotherin u inna a hungry demanding kiss. But ur still pissed, pushin him back before slappin him across the face. "I should rip UR fuckin arms off for thinkin u could ghost me then slide thru to defend my honor!" Feelin a bit of justice as he rubs his pink cheek. "I know, I'm sorry y/n. I-," But u interrupt him with another hard smack. "Just.. Shut up, dummy. Dick first, talk later." You snarl, dragging him to his office by his uniform collar.

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