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glassrowboat · 12 days ago

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Neuvillette x Reader.

Summary: Pearls, like every organic substance, will show their age with time. Loose their shine, their luster, and the once bright white beads that hang from a lady's neck will turn a soft cream. Even precious gems have their limit on life, and it's that very fact that has worry chewing away at Neuvillette's being.

Author's note: Aka, the reader is an old lady in this one.

“Careful, my pearl.”

Neuvillette's hand took yours, hoping to aid you in climbing up the lush fields and a single hill you two were currently traipsing.

Each step had you relying on him a bit more, leaning into his hold until his arms were surely the only thing keeping you standing as your soft breathing turned ragged in in the crisp air of summertime. It only slowed, falling back into a gentle melody when the sting in your hip, aroused by the climb, had subsided.

Without the pain in the back of your mind, reminding you of its constant existence, you were able to gaze over the steep rolls of grass covered land and the nearby beach as the small accomplishment of achieving your goal of getting up there in the first place settled in.

The walls of the city were still in view, towering over the plateaus right outside the Court of Fontaine and casting a shadow that seemed to reach out in hopes of touching the tips of your shoes or even the red blanket already set out for you both to sit on with a muddied gray you would normally associate with a dreary day. The sun made sure of that as it shined brightly, bringing a charming blue with it along with leaving the thin wool blanket that had been basking under its rays warm to the touch.

Your palm met it as you settled down, muttering an “I know, I know,” all the while as the fabric warmed your skin.

Next to you two canes rattled against each other as Neuvillette set them down side by side; a crochet otter (your work) hung from one of them to mark it as his so he wouldn't accidentally pick up the wrong one before heading out the door and into the dawn of a new day each morning. It swayed lightly before falling to a stop.

“I'm not made of glass, dear." you reminded him.

“And I”- the blanket ruffled, sheet stirring and forming new wrinkles in its fabric as Neuvillette settled down next to you, boots resting in the grass to assure he won't get any dirt on the blanket- “of course, would forgo ever daring to imply you were.”

Creases were in the corners of Neuvillette's eyes and a soft smile on his face when he added, “but still, please do be vigilant.”

You didn't even have to think twice before you matched his expression. “As you say.”

You heard the waves rushing in, lapping at the shore as water laved at the shore, leaving bubbles of seafoam in the sand only to be washed away by another lap of the low tide. They were gentle, slowly coming in and back out to the ocean. You tore your eyes from to look up at Neuvillette only to discover he was already looking back at you.

“When did you prepare all of this, anyway?” You gestured around you, hand waving over the picnic basket you had spotted from the moment Neuvillette had first brought you the otherwise isolated spot. “I didn't think you would have the time to pull something like this off with how busy you have been now that you've been handling Lady Furina's duties on top of everything else.”

“While the work has been tedious, even I have days off. However, I would be dishonest if I told you Sedene didn't help with the preparations.”

A laugh quickly bubbled up and escaped you as you pictured her little legs running around with a quilt dragging behind her, basket in one hand as she marched forth with determination in her eyes to do something nice for the man the melusine's so lovingly called father and his dedicated wife. Perhaps she would even be singing a song in that accent of hers you so loved to hear; not like it could ever compare to your husband's own gentle voice as he said the words I love you.

“You two coddle me too much.”

“I am merely being diligent.”

You sighed, head falling to Neuvillette's shoulder. Your own white strands of hair, having long lost their original color with the ages you have lived, blended in with his. All except the blue horns glowing behind your backs, lighting you both up in a way the blue sky above could never hope to compare to with a gentle glow. “You took the vow in sickness and in health far too seriously.”

You could have sworn you heard Neuvillette say “as I should” when he started to ruffle through the basket, one hand outstretched to find exactly what he's looking for before pulling out a container full of sandwiches. The white, fluffy bread was stuffed full of chicken salad, almonds, and cranberries, just the way you had taught him to make them in the quiet moments trying to navigate around a kitchen made for one before sending him off to work with a packed lunch.

Those moments where the curtains were drawn open to welcome in the few streams of light before the sky had changed back from night time and brief kisses were shared as you leaned over a counter trying your best not to get distracted from the task at hand had always left you with butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he pressed one last peck to your cheek and the ring on your hand before leaving for the day. Now, he's making the same sandwiches for you and encouraging you to take a bite as you raise it up to your open mouth.

It didn't taste the same way you made it, but that hardly mattered when you had wind whipping through your hair and the taste of the sea breeze on your tongue all from his efforts to grant you both a nice day.

Swallowing down what you could, you asked, “is there an reason for this?”

“I simply thought it would be in our best interests to enjoy the day together while I had the chance. Before I'm handed something else to fill my schedule, that is.”

“And what a day it is.” You hummed as another wave rolled in.

His hand has been ruffling through the basket again, looking through its contents to pull out a bottle of water you could only assume was from some far-off spring that somehow tasted like a pure hearted blessing with hints of apples from the trees grown nearby stopped short before he pulled it back out.

“I cannot deny I…regret not being able to spend as much time with you as I would like. I suppose you could say this is me doing my best to settle my grievances with that fact.”

It didn't take you even a second to respond with: “Well, that's idiotic.”

Neuvillette blinked once, twice, and even thrice before schooling his visible shock and managing to ask you “excuse me?"

“Dear, you're busy. So what?" You shrugged. "I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to your proposal.”

“Well, it has been a good few years since you said yes."

“If you're trying to suggest my mind has changed over all this time, it hasn't. You're a workaholic who stays indoors all the time to do paperwork with that fancy pen of yours. That's been true even before we were wed, and I knew it well. To me, you're still the man I fell in love with.”

“That's not- I'm not sure how to articulate...” his voice fell off, growing quiet before Neuvillette slowly nodded. “I believe I understand.”

“Good.” Picking up one of the sandwiches you hadn't taken a bite of yet from the plastic tupperware, you raised it up to his lips. “So instead of lamenting over the fact you're not with me all the time, eat something. Please.”

Slowly Neuvillette's hand raised to take the sandwich from you, pinching it between his gloved fingers as he inspected it this way and that like he didn't know what it was before finally giving in and taking a bite.

“It's better to eat with company, anyway.” You said, urging him to eat with you as Neuvillette started chewing at the bite he toom.

The tide was still high, running along the shore by the time everything had been devoured, and the trash was stored back away in the basket to be dealt with at a later date. Even that one stray napkin you had tried to chase after to avoid littering only to have been gently pushed back down to sit on the blanket to continue resting before Neuvillette had gone to get it himself. Perhaps if it was a scarf, it would have been more romantic, but you still greeted him with a smile and called him your hero nonetheless when he came back.

His smile had been more than worth that entire ordeal as Neuvillette came back to stash it away before fixing the sweater hanging off your shoulders to be a bit more secure lest he have to run after another stray item.

The top most button was fixed together when his hands finally fell down to run along your arms.

“Are you warm?” Neuvillete asked. “I didn't think to ask Sedene to pack an extra blanket.”

“I'm perfect. Truly. No need to worry yourself silly.”

Neuvillette repeated your words, testing them before he shook his head with a chuckle. “Yes, I'm sure you are, but I want to get you back home lest we dedicate our whole day up to being here regardless. After all, were you not working on a new crochet project before we left?”

Admittedly, you were. It was laying half finished on your chair in the sunroom just waiting to be finished. You could even imagine the wadded up ball laying next to it, threatening to fall off the chair and create a big mess you would have to clean up.

“Looks like you won this one. Fine, we can get out of the cold and go home.”

“There we are.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before helping you up.

Soon, you both were folding the blanket together. Meeting corner to corner in an overly meticulous manner for something you were going to insist needed to be thrown in the wash the moment you both crossed the front door, but you said nothing as Neuvillette focused on it. Almost to a concerning degree, the same way he always made sure his ceremonial robes were perfectly ironed and the brooch adorning his jabot was straight before allowing himself to be seen in the public eye.

It was only when your back turned to face him to pick up the basket and both your canes did Neuvillette's slitted eyes spare a moment to gaze up and watch the few clouds he could see coming in before he wrenched them away and bringing them back to you.

You were already ready, basket held tightly in your grasp.

Neuvillette held his arm out to you. “Shall we, my pearl?”

Taking his arm you replied back with “we shall.”

The walk down the hill was easier than trying to stumble your way up it, and it was nicer to your hip, too, giving it a small shred of mercy. This way, you thought as the ground beneath your feet turned from green grass to a concrete sidewalk, you wouldn't have to lean on Neuvillette the entire way home through the streets decorated with flowers and civilians who stopped to stare at the both of you as you hobbled with each step past them.

Your keys clattered, chiming as they smacked against the charms you kept on your keyring as Neuvillette unlocked the door for you both before leading you in and to the living room sofa.

It was only when you were properly sat down again did he go back to place your canes by the front door. Your claims of being able to do it yourself were easily brushed off with a claim he could handle it just as well as you could.

“I…” Neuvillette tried to say as he walked back into the living room with you, shoes already off and no doubt nestled side by side right where he always left them after a long day at the Palais Mermonia. “I was hoping to talk to you about something, but I was unable to bring myself to mention it earlier.”

“I could tell.”

“Is that so?” His lips quirked down just as you spotted a growing wrinkle between his brows.

“You're still as obvious as ever. You never were good at hiding when something was on your mind.”

“Personally speaking, I like to think it's because you have the innate ability to read me.”

“Or our years together have given me a certain edge.”

A hum left Neuvillette, agreeing with you when he spotted the flowers in the vase beside your head, rainbow roses that had once been a brilliant series of pinks and yellows were now curling in on itself at the ends. He couldn't stop himself from plucking one from the vase to watch it whirr as he spun it softly to watch the withered ends of the petals fan out. A tornado of perfume and fading color laid in his hands.

How was it he didn't stop to notice them fading away until now?

“They'll need to be replaced.” You said, eyeing the stray petal that broke off and slowly floated down to the floor. With a single step, it would be crushed and reduced to nothing more than dust.

“No, let them stay a little longer.”

You didn't bother to protest, not even as you could see the slow crawl of clouds coming in and blocking out the sun you had been enjoying earlier that day. Not even as they turned dark.

“I'm sure you recall the time when the gentleman from Poisson, Mister Callas, was pulled in for trial, yes? I still don't fully understand why he refused, taking a duel instead despite knowing what the outcome would be. It was such a grueling affair,” he paused, “but do you ever wonder if he wished, in those last moments, he could have said goodbye to Miss Navia?”

“That's certainly a thought.”

Reaching up, you took the flower from him. He didn't protest either.

“Of course, there was the matter of Carole and Vautrin along with the events that occurred with the primordial sea. So many people all swept away with the tide. Surely, they had someone they were planning to go home to that very day. More goodbyes to say left unsaid. If I were in their shoes, I know I would regret not being able to do the same.”

“Is this about what was bothering you earlier?”

Neuvillette nodded. “It is indeed.”

Neuvillette's robes ruffled as he got down before you, one knee to the floor and one brushing against your leg. The fabric tickled you, but you were quickly distracted from the feeling as he pulled the rose from your grasp and placed it in your lap. Like this against the rich fabric of your skirt, it was made all the more obvious how this little flower that had exuded life had gone dull with the passage of time.

All my took was being snipped from the plant that had given it life. Then the days did the rest.

“My pearl, I have gone about this in a roundabout way, haven't I? You might have more of a point than I care to admit when you claim I don't know how to handle delicate topics with the same finesse I wish I could display.”

You smiled to yourself, musing over the fact that the only place he wasn't awkward was the courtroom.

“Well, it certainly doesn't help when you're talking as if you expect another prophecy to come down from the sky and sentence all Fontaians to death.” With a shrug, you added the word “again.”

“Then allow me to be direct: I asked myself if there was anything I would not regret doing with my life, and my answer was you. Not doing enough for you.”

Taking your hand, Neuvillette turned it over in his own, letting his fingers trace over the wrinkles you had accumulated over the years you had lived with him side by side. If he were to take his off…well, they would be the same as ever.

“My pearl, that day you fell down in the Opera Epiclese and couldn't get back up on your own had left me worried for days on end. The entire time you were bedridden, I was left hoping for all the moments I still wished to have with you to be possible.”

You squeezed his hand.

“And the thought came back to me after the last judgment of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinal.” Neuvillette confessed. “Of never being able to see you again.”

“You make it sound like I'm planning to leave you.”

“No, it's not that, but in my five hundred years amongst you humans, I have learned no one truly plans to leave. It simply happens. One day, they're there, and the next, they're not.”

“Oh, Neuvi.” Your lips parted as you tried to find the right words to say, somehow finding everything you wanted to convey couldn't be properly articulated. All you could tell him was: “Then I regret all the desserts we didn't share, the picnics we missed, the nights in which you were too busy catching up on paperwork, but we don't have to let those be regrets, we can make up for it now. Just like today.”

“You say that, and yet neither of us know if we're promised tomorrow.”

Your hand left his to take Neuvillette's cheek in your hold to guide him down to you until your foreheads were barely kissing. The gesture flattened his bangs, making them cover his eyes for only a moment before you were brushing the strands out of your way. “Well I have no intention of leaving. I'll be there tomorrow and the day after that, and the day after that, again and again until you're left with no choice but to push my raggedy old bones in a wheelchair everywhere we go.”

“I would hardly mind.”

“In sickness and in health.” You rolled your eyes, trying not to openly laugh at the fact he was saying the same thing he did earlier to your jab about the vows you shared.

Your thumb circled his cheek, running along the bone hidden underneath to bring his attention back to you, and when it was you could see the room around you growing bright again as a few golden rays started to peak out from the clouds and shine through the curtain lined windows. Just like the sadness in his eyes, the gloom of an oncoming rain storm seemed to be fading away. Some may only consider Neuvillette as the stone faced Iudex, but to you he was still the man who was far too obvious for his own good, wearing his emotions not on his sleeve, but in the sky.

“Thank you for spending today with me.”

You circled his cheek again, careful not to smudge the blue tinted makeup under Neuvillette's eyes. “Of course. Ask again any day, and I would gladly climb that hill with you again and listen to you ruminate about water.”

“As would I.”

“No matter the weather.”

His head turned into your palm, meeting your touch. “Until death do us part.”

You didn't bother to count how long you two stayed like that, not even with the constant tick, tick, ticking of a grandfather clock coming from the hall. Everything seemed to settle for a moment in time. Stopping just for you two. He didn't even shift on the floor in an attempt to get comfortable as he continued to kneel before you.

The silence was only interrupted when you leaned in further and finally pressed a kiss to Neuvillette's lips. He met you in turn, kissing you back with a gentle slide of your lips to his before he was situating himself back before you with a small smile gracing his features.

Finally, the sky behind you had become clear once again as he asked “my pearl, do you not have a project to finish?”

And truthfully, you did. A little matching otter in your own favorite colors to hang off your canes was waiting to be given a head, but for now, it could wait.

Because all you needed was “just a moment more.”

After all, you didn't want to regret letting this day pass you by. Or tomorrow when it inevitably comes.

And neither did Neuvillette as he agreed with another kiss to your lips.

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screampied · 4 months ago

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‘ THIS AIN’T FICTION, BABY! (it is kinda..) ★

☆ sum. jjk men finding out you write jaw dropping smut. boo you whore. can you even do half the things you write about? well . .

warnings. fem! reader, feat. gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, breaking the forth wall kekw, smut writer reader, unprotected, dirty talk, praise, squırting, manhandling, cuńnilingus, whiny men, cockwarming, daddy kink, overstim, spıt, impact play, breaking the bed, bréeding, size kinks.

GOJO ☆

“oooooh,” a husky low voice coos right next to your ear. hot breath ghosts against the tiny hairs that stand tall near the back of your neck. you bit your lip whilst you’re in the midst of being stuffed full of cock. just plain evil . . satoru’s got you cockwarming him while a fat thumb of his skims down your phone. “let’s see. gojo smut, gojo satoru x reader, hey that’s me, heh,” and he pauses, a snowy brow raising up in daze once he sees your user displayed in bold near the very top of the search bar. “cockwarming gojo, how fitting, angel.”

“toru, fuck,” you whine, making a cute attempt at trying to snatch your phone away. weakly pawing at his wrist, he holds it up even higher. you gasp, feeling his swollen tip swivel its way deeper inside your cunt. “don’t read it,” you fall back into his chest, moaning once he starts to purposely bounce his thigh. embarrassment had you hot, you could practically feel your heartbeat accelerating by the minute. “ ‘s embarrassing.”

satoru squints, resuming to scroll down the glowing screen before a free hand of his trails toward your pussy. he hums, “aw, pretty girl’s got a hobby i didn’t even know of, hm. here, you say ‘he’s got you right on his lap, suppressing a moan with your teeth dug into the bottom of your lip as you’re taking him fully. .’ such nasty literature,” and the edges of your nails pierce into his pants leg. the half on long black slacks that satoru wore were merely all ruffled and ragged thanks to your pretty fingernails tugging at it with all its might. as he continues to read, you’re whining, desperate to move, desperate for at least some kind of friction. as you’re squirming on his lap, satoru’s eye then twitches. “ ‘gojo satoru also would whine in bed?’ this has to be a typo. .”

and of course, his ego gets bruised.

the pout on satoru’s face was adorable. as you’re trying to sturdy your hips, he buries his face into your chest. “mmph,” he’s shoved right between the softness of your tits, his personal happy place.

although—he had to admit, he was flattered that you wrote such lewd compositions about him. you moan as you’re grinding against him, feeling his achy cock slam into you deep within each wet bounce. satoru makes a mess as he’s buried between your plush mounds, remnants of stringy saliva dribbling down the valley of your chest. pretty, his white lashes flutter as you’re quickening your hip movements and he gasps. “oh, f- fuck, angel. ‘s no fair when you ride me like thaaat.”

and you can’t help but giggle—despite your cock drunken state, he’s still got that little glower of a pout on his lips as you’re rutting into him.

satoru’s clenched abs flex more the second you run a finger down the sharp outline of his pecs, watching him immediately fold at your touch. “but you always whine, ‘toru,” you argue in a shivering voice, your cunt tightly squeezing around his length. his wide girth makes your mouth water, such thickness was just insane. you bury your unstable knees into the center of his thighs before his broad big arms wrap around you.

he’s holding you—almost squishing you.

but just like you wrote, satoru whines the second he ends up cumming early. with the way you ride him and the crazed speed of your hips, he never ever lasted long.

it was cute,

he was always confident until he’s buried deep inside your pussy, whining and sobbing pathetic cacophonies of your name at how good you feel clamping around him. it’s merry lukewarm, as he snaps, a puddle of thick syrupy cum shoots into you deep and he’s an entire frantic mess. pants of airy breath slip out of his pink lips as he’s giving you a fill, biting into your neck to hide his slutty whimpers. “god, ‘m gonna die,” he sniffles, squeezing pressure against your bare ass. you hold onto him tight as he’s pouring such slippery wads of seed into you at once—velvety hot amounts spit inside your pussy and you’re matching heavy gasps for air right with him, entirely in sync. “fuck, fuck baby, mommy.”

“what?”

“s- shut up,” he back tracks, and he sees the smug expression growing on your face. satoru lightly smacks a hand over his face before groaning, his cock all milked and flaccid. “i said baby.”

NANAMI ☆

tender mahongy eyes stare deep into your eyes as your fingers happily intertwine with his. tangled and curled, he’s got a soft grip as his body hovers completely over yours.

with ruffled blond strands running down the front of his forehead, nanami brings a kiss toward your cheek as he’s not just fucking you, but making love to you in missionary. “sweetheart, you left your laptop open you know,” and you moan once you feel his plump tip circle its way inside of your gummy inviting walls. already, you’re coating his entire dick with your slimy slick to the hilt. your eyes widen at his words before the left side of your twitching lip is met with another gentle kiss. “i didn’t mean to be nosy, but i saw a little ‘headcanon’ about me, is that what you call it?”

you glance into his eyes with abashed intent as a burning wave of heat sprays over your face. fuck, the pulse of your thumping heart only grew louder as your first response was utter silence.

“i—” you mutter out, and he chuckles at your lack of words, digging his head into your neck. nanami’s scent was strong, it goes through each of your nostrils and you felt yourself throbbing from his touch alone.

his strokes were tender and precise. he’s swaying back and forth as his bare body continues to rut straight into you. pent up muscles of his that were merely perfectly sculptured—identical to the physique of a greek god, you couldn’t help but stare. you just couldn’t help but ogle at how he’s so pretty, how fat tears of sweat race down both sides of his bulky arms. no one could blame you for writing about nanami, although—the things you wrote about him, they were pretty risqué to say the least. with a growing pout, your arms throw over his shoulders as he’s presenting your cunt blissful deep thrusts. “okay, i write about you sometimes, ‘ken. ‘m sorry.”

“sorry for what exactly? being talented, silly girl?” he whispers in a raspy tone.

nanami cups your chin so you could look right at him, naturally leaning into his touch. he focuses on the way your eyes soften and he’s plummeting girthy inches into you raw. your toes curl, running down his back and tickling the scratch marks that paint against his flushed skin. “don’t be sorry,” he adds, pressing a wet kiss near the crook of your neck. “i’m flattered. although, dirty talk isn’t exactly my forte. you know this, my love,” and you moan, feeling the edges of his teeth playfully nibble at your exposed flesh. as pounds of skin resume to smack against each other loudly, nanami slowly lifts up your leg, tossing it over your shoulder. “my favorite part had to be when you said i pulled on your hair ‘n called you a ‘messy whore’ .”

“y- you weren’t supposed to see that,” you nervously grin . . trying to avoid how you were so close to finishing. just a few more thrusts and that was it, you’d be finished, done for. you’ve felt embarrassed before—but never to this extent. he was teasing you, nanami kento was teasing you. and pathetically enough, your pussy twitched as he recited your exact filthy written words. the bed continues to creak and groan as jolting bodies move and move together, amongst each other, and on top of each other.

with kind eyes, nanami watches as you bring both of your hands up to your face, hoping to shield yourself from any more embarrassment.

“oh, honey,” he coos in a melodically low tone. his cock reached so deep that strangled moans flew out from your lips left and right. his tempo was always just right. he never wanted to lose control, but after reading your work, he knew you’d probably like that. crimson damp lips press under your chin before he grunts, preparing himself to be milked dry.

“hngh, don’t hide that pretty face from me,” he huffs, in a soft alluring voice. everything felt abnormally tender, nanami’s softly swerving his body against yours in irregular addictive arcs in such impassioned ardent. the more you stare into your eyes—the more your blown pupils dilate.

once he cup both sides of your face, you lean into his touch. his base was thick, swollen and full. you craved him more than anything, and it’s as if your words were actually coming to life.

“there she is, that’s my girl,” he grits in a raspy voice, prying your hands away from your face. his touch was forevermore gentle. with a soft smile, nanami presses his twitching ruby lips onto yours as you both prepare to cum in euphoric torrent. bedaubing a plump thumb over your bottom quivering lip, he slows his thrusts down a few beats—hearing you vocal pussy’s squelches before a wrinkle of a smile curls against his lips. “now, now. make a mess on your husband’s cock jus how you write them in your little stories, my love.”

GETO ☆

“oh, boo. looks like someone’s innocent all of a sudden when she’s not writing ‘bout dick, hm? wonder why that is,” geto hums, propped right up between your trembly legs. he’s staring at you with a sly smirk that refuses to wipe off his lips. two of his hands spread your thighs apart more before kissing near your slobbering exposed pussy.

with a cunning grin, he gives your drooling folds a few friendly taps as if it was a little mic test. “finish that paragraph. c’mon, wanna make sure ‘m doin’ it right.”

a salty taste of shame fills and salivates inside of your mouth as you watch him with heart shaped pupils. he’s got the most hungry gaze, a bit of spit already dribbling from the thin corners of his lips.

“um, okay,” you moan, picking up your phone again, leisurely dragging a thumb down the neatly typed paragraphs. “it says, ‘you whine, taking s-suguru’s thick fingers happily into your slippery cunt. long digits of his rummage their way inside before curling all around. once suguru spits on your p- pussy, he pats it and calls it a good girl.’ ”

“like this?” geto snickers—copying your exact words, using the flat palm of his hand to rub against your bare clit. you whimper, entirely sensitive as his thick digits toy with your soddened folds. your thighs continue to jostle and shake and he found it so adorable at how you just couldn’t stay still. so cute, he’s got darkened irises focused on you and only you the entire time. these seconds felt like hours, and as he gathers a nice amount of saliva, he spits right on your cunt. just like you wrote it . . you gasp at the sloppy cold saliva cascading down your pussy. the cobwebby strands that pour from his lips had such a pretty glimmer to it. the warm breath of geto that fans against your entrance makes you twitch in elated pleasure.

he’s so sloppy, unapologetically. just like your drabble said—he then pats your cunt with an open palm before leaning right up close, pulling a thumb down your pulsating uvula before licking it passionately. “good fuckin’ girl.”

you whine, your knees practically buckling and he’s just eating your expressions up. “y- yes— like that, fuck,” you move a few long black strands away from his face. geto dips two fingers inside and he stretches you out so easily with his digits. your lips form into a cute ‘o’ shape as you mewl out a desperate cry for more. as he’s watching you succumb into such bliss, he’s got such a pretty face. it makes his dick twitch in his sweats at the thought of you writing about how he goes down on you. the specifics, how sloppy he is, even how he spanks your cunt only to then shamelessly lick the slick mess right up with his tongue.

the thought that probably hundreds of your horny little readers read about this, about him, about his tongue . .

geto’s tongue was ruthless.

he lays it flat against your cunt before fluttering his long black lashes closed. he huskily groans, not even caring that you weren’t reading anymore. as his brows arch into a contorting furrow, he slides in two fat fingers. you whimper at the sudden big yet deliciously enthralling stretch, yanking roughly on his hair. “s . . sugu,” he pulls his slick covered fingers out, licking them clean whilst staring you right in the eyes. you tremor within his hold, feeling his palms tighten its grasp on both of your thighs. you couldn’t lie, this felt a lot better than fiction. so much better . .

he’s making out with your pussy, swirling his tongue around and spelling out all of the letters of his name. creating such a mess, your slick then starts to stream down his chin to which he happily licks it up. groaning, geto then slurps at your drenched hole before giving it yet another kiss. his chin had such luminescent shine to it. you cup his face with shaky hands as he’s eating you out through another orgasm and he jibes.

“mhm, your writing could use a bit more dirty talk though,” he critiques, swiping a thumb against his lips before he spanks your cunt for the umpteenth time.

with your legs sporadically quivering, he playfully bites on your clit, watching you squeal as you’re riding orgasm out on his tongue. “oh, and make sure you add in your little fics that i bite pretty clits too.”

CHOSO ☆

“bottom? w- what’s a bottom?”

choso quirks a brow in cute confusion, slouching back as you’re still getting over your most recent orgasm.

both pounds of sweltering skin melt into each other, sticking together like glue as your hips grow unsteady. choso was reading one of your published works and he can’t help but grow curious. the way you wrote about him, how you portrayed him as whiny and submissive, it does something to him—he personally always thought he was dominant. cute. .

“oh, don’t worry about that, baby,” you timidly utter, trying to conceal an incoming moan once his cock buries its way deep in yet again. he’s nice and snug everyone and it drives him crazy. choso’s got a pout—but it quickly turns into a lewd expression once your sopping pussy swallows him right up again. two jittery hands creep their way onto your rickety hips and he moans once he feels himself already bottoming out. “f- fuck, cho.”

his eyebrows were still all furrowed and he’s got a cute scrunched up expression. “ ‘m not a bottom,” choso grumps, leaning in to sneak a kiss near the corner of your mouth. despite the raspiness lingering underneath his tone—you could hear the incoming whine desperately trying to escape. choso’s black ponytails had cute ribbons in them—by you, and he’s biting his lip at the feeling of your hips starting to grind. “i- i can be dominant too.”

“prove it,” you whisper, a bratty impish glint forming in your eyes. choso scoffs, narrowing his eyes at you but it doesn’t last at all because he’s already pussy drunk to the max.

those two words. . those two words was all it took for him to manhandle you like a rag doll, politely and respectfully tossing you into the springy soft mattress.

it bounces from the abrupt weight crashing down and you gasp once choso backs up his words, and oh, he’s fucking you stupid. you let off a gargled three second moan once choso spanks your ass, using one hand to repeatedly drag you back into his chiseled hips. sharp thrusts plow into you with such speed that you’re left with a dumbfounded expression. your eyes were rolling back and your tongue was lolled out as choso was fucking you in doggy.

as much as you write about him, he doesn’t like doggy, mainly because he can’t see your pretty face. it kills him—but he can’t deny that the view of you like this was so pretty, so enticing. your buckling knees lock as you’re cupping a hand over your mouth, eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

choso’s cock was so weighty and thick that it’s got a lazy curve, a mean curve that makes itself known in every part of your insides. he’s no stranger to your body, he knows the exact layout. such stamina—you didn’t expect him to be so feral, it’s as if he was an entire different person. “fuck, fuuuck,” he throws his head back, giving your ass more and more hard spanks. the recoil was his favorite. it was just the way your pretty shaped ass would bounce back onto him. he’s in love with love, in love with your pussy, in love with you. “ngh, gotta show you ‘m not a bottom, baby.”

“c- choso,” you whimper, and his fat base swings against your ass, almost shocking you from the electric friction. you’re drooling—he’s got you stupid as your swollen chaste clit bumps up against his pelvis every single time. the bed hollers out a plethora of cries as he’s jerking more and more into you. your cunt’s drooling dewy slick all down the undersides of your thighs. you even make an attempt at trying to touch yourself. with slickness though, choso snatches your wrist away.

“no baby. ‘s my pussy,” he grumbles, pinning an arm behind your back. you’re babbling—squatting forward as he’s feeding your needy pussy with such inches. choso hisses at the brief twinges of pleasure all due to your sloppy grip. you’re brutal, wetting up his base with your dewy slick. he can’t help but stare and gawk at the way your ass presses up against him. choso’s bottom lip quivers at how good it feels and how good you feel. no matter how much of a front he puts up, he’s gonna whine. “f- fuck. teasin’ me with your hips, baby. so mean.”

yet as he’s dragging you back and forth, watching as your chest heaving and your thighs try to clamp inward—you abruptly cum, gushing all over choso’s cock. he huffs at how sudden it was, and he knew you didn’t expect it in the slightest. so pretty, your final orgasmic cries sounded like a sweet candied harmony and he could feel your quavering body breaking down with his shaft still shoved deeply inside. your mess soaks up the entirety of the dark sheet, now being drenched in a damp grey color. “fuck, fuck,” you whimper, shaking as your head slumps into the pillow. choso whines at your own pleasure, and he doesn’t even care if he doesn’t finish. he pulls out, crawling toward you before burying his face into the nook of your neck. “c- choso, oh my g- god.”

as your flimsy arms hold him close, accepting his embrace, he goes back to his clingy needy self again, speaking in a shivering soft voice. “h- have you ever wrote about squirting yet?”

with droopy eye lids, you were longing for a kiss. as if he read your mind, he leans in—planting a sultry balmy kiss right onto your lips. “no,” you mumble, moving a few strands out of his face.

choso licks near your neck, one of his hands sprawling your sticky legs apart and he brushes a finger against your slick wet cunt. “w- well, you can always write about that,” and you gasp once he lifts your leg up, easily tossing it over his shoulder. with pleading eyes, choso sighs. “but, can we do that again, baby? i- i think i like when you squirt on me.”

SUKUNA ☆

“breeding kink, interesting,” the demon gruffs, hearing you whine after he swipes his phone from your hand, wondering what in the actual hell could be so important.

he’s reading a strange explicit story of himself that’s apparently called a ‘one shot,’ according to you. how stupid, he thinks. sukuna’s irked vermillion-shot eyes skim through the many paragraphs of filth before he spanks your ass, making you keep your most recent arch.

“ah, seems like y’r even more nasty than i thought,” and your breath hitches once he circles a palm over your stinging rear cheek— an attempt at soothing the sudden pang. hearing your cute muffled whimpers, he mocks your noises. “aw, if you wanted me to ‘breed’ you princess, you could have just asked.”

“ ‘kuna, ‘s embarrassing,” you moan, gasping once he smears his leaky tip against your entrance. he was right - you could’ve ask, you could have asked him to do all the little dirty things you wrote about, you could have . .

swallowing the invisible lump that resides at the roof of your mouth, you imagine yourself being stuffed full of sukuna’s cum. so much to where he ends up getting you all swollen—you’d be nothing but sitting pretty with a cute plump tummy, wads and wads of glossy runny cum just slickly dribbling down the sides of your ass and thighs.

“write like a slut ‘n you even act like one too,” he hums, using a thumb to slide down your pussy. sukuna’s staring openly at how you’re already so soaked, so drenched and he looks like he’s ready to feast. your puffy folds glisten with your own arousal and it’s so so cute. “wonder if you write while havin’ a pussy this sloppy too,” and he smacks it raw, feeling your entire body jolt from the sudden impact. you fall into the soft padded mattress and he darkly chuckles at your weakly spot-on reaction time, aligning himself. “poor baby. spendin’ all this time writing when you could’ve been getting . . ah, what’s the word? oh, right. bred, heh.”

and sukuna does more than just breed you—he quite literally overflows your cunt. he’s a demon, and demons cum a lot.

you’re an entire puddled mess that was filled to the brim.

the sheets were all damp and stained and you’re glistening with droplets of perspiration—radiating from his heat entirely. “s- sukuna, fuck,” you weep out his name, hearing the sloppy spurts of cum still dribbling out of you. such a mess, your mouth waters as you realize just how full you are. you always wrote about this sort of thing but never knew that your silly fiction could turn into mere reality. both of your thighs stick together as you’re left trembling with an arch in your back. he’s cackling at your state, watching as globs of creamy ropes leak out of your slobbering pussy.

“how cute, jus might mess around ‘n get you pregnant, yeah,” the demon jibes, a sharp fang poking underneath his bottom lip. you’re haplessly quivering. your panties that were lazily dragged to the side were all torn and ripped, coated in a ivory white color also. as you’re trying to collect breaths—you then let off a moan once he presses himself deep against you.

your womb was completely flooded, you’re drowning with his stringy cum and with his hot burly body right up against you, you feel him right there. you couldn’t miss it, he’s so long and thick that he’s practically tickling your goopy insides. sukuna wraps a hand around your throat whilst another hand sneaks toward your pussy. “bet you’d like that, fuckin’ freak,” and he’s smearing circles against your folds. you twitch at his cursed hand, his cock still tucked inside of you before he laughs against your ear. “you want a baby, huh. wanna carry my demon babies, don’t ya princess?”

you nod and he lets off a snicker of amusement. “keh. bet you do,” and his voice lowly pitches. you moan, feeling him pull out of your dripping cunt, plugging his spilling cum back in with a single thumb. “fuck, better write about this too, princess. let all your pathetic readers know how much of a sloppy pussy their favorite author has,” and you gasp once he quickly flips you over. sukuna suddenly dives head first between your legs, lapping his flick tongue against your folds. “mmph, now watch me clean you up,” and he spits on your pussy only to then look at it with disgust. “messy girl.”

TOJI ☆

“nuh uh, get the fuck back here babygirl,” he grabs you by the hip, and you let off a moan once his fingers trail up your skirt. a wavering crinkle prods near the edge of his left twitching eye as he’s processing such raunchy words about him. a dry chortle leaves from toji’s mouth as he makes you lie on your tummy, multitasking by slapping his swollen cockhead on your dribbling folds. “ya always told me you were a writer but i didn’t think you write ‘bout this,” he purrs, and your toes curl once he’s aligning himself against your slick heat. but fuck was your cunt just was drooling for him. both folds were weeping for him to just go in already, and yet here he was - teasing you. “really? what’s with the whole ‘toji daddy kink’ thing? i look like the kinda guy that’s into that?”

you feel embarrassment creep up your shoulder. he was reading that part, the part where reader calls him ‘daddy.’

sheepishly trying to crawl away from his grasp, you swallow ignominy. “ ‘s not real, i just made it up toji,” you try to explain through gritted teeth. but as he’s reeling you back into his keen structed hips, you lewdly mewl. he’s just so fucking big, happily massaging your walls freely with just a few inches. your mouth widens as you hear him lowly snickering in the background. a snickering laugh that never failed to make your pussy throb.

toji grabs at the fat of your ass, stubby fingertips poking through your skin. with a mean spank, it’s a non-verbal sign for you to stay still. “y’er a fuckin’ slut with your writing, baby. i bet ya haven’t even tried these kinks,” he teases, and you moan again once his cock delves deeper into your walls. with such ease, you back raises up into an even sluttier arch. “hm, lets see if y’er as nasty as you write,” and you hear him grunt briefly, one of his hands gently wrapping around your neck. toji gets right up close to your ear, flicking his tongue against your soft earlobe. “go on, say it.”

“s- say what?” you squeak, but you knew exactly what he wanted. never in a million years would you have thought toji would discover your little erotic hobby. by now, he’s balls deep—you whine, feeling yet another sharp swat smack against your left ass cheek at the lack of response. you’re chewing on the inside of your cheek in guilt before you hear toji smack his lips in sheer vex.

“c’mon, don’t get shy on me now,” he murmurs in a hoarse tone, salacious timbre pouring on his entire voice. toji feels your pussy dripping around him and he hums, giving you just one single tease of a thrust. your body jerks forward and you whimper sweetly. he’s so close up to you, hard washboard abs of his that were proudly flexing grinds against your back. he’s pressing his muscular weight onto you, careful not to crush you but just enough to. inching his lips back toward your ear, he kisses near your neck. “call me daddy. jus like how you write me, little girl.”

as you’re feeling a few throbbing pangs between your thighs, you shiver underneath him. burying your head in shame between your arms, you whine. “ngh, daddy,” and a weird feeling pools around the insides of your stomach. butterflies and a mixture of flutters swarm inside of you and you moan. once those words slip past your lips so prettily, toji raspily groans. he pistons his hips before not even seconds later, he’s fucking you stupid. babbles of babbles leave from you, and you’re acting just like the main character you write for. ironic, you’re clinging onto the silky cream-colored sheets, bawling up the thinly-made fabric with your clammy fists before squealing. “fuck, daddy ‘m not gonna last.”

“should hear how stupid you fuckin’ sound, baby,” he growls, merciless hips snapping into you at full throttle. you were gonna break, you just knew it. toji’s thrusts were so powerful that you’re left squeaking out pathetic whimpers—his cock stretching you out as if you were elastic. “fuck,” he runs a hand through his messy dark tresses. his shaggy strands were unkempt, overgrown a bit and running down his eyes. he’s got to cock his head up a bit just to see your pretty face and your even prettier ass. “c’monnn, do that cute arch you describe in y’r slutty fics.”

“t- tojiii,” you whimper, the weight of the bed dipping after each continuous stroke. he’s thorough. toji’s maddened fat tip has your legs becoming more and more unstable before he smacks your ass. the powerful hit against your rear rings through each of your ears—and you pout, gnawing on your lip, knowing he wants you to correct yourself. “ngh, i- i mean daddy. ‘m gonna cum, fuck.”

but right when you’re about to finish, you’re interrupted by the ear-splitting sound of wood. you’re moaning—feeling your pussy continue to squeeze around his throbbing length that’s coated with veins all the way down to the tan swollen base. it’s loud, you gasp once the weight of the springy bed suddenly drops and you both collapse—toji falling on top of you. he doesn’t even say anything, and he pulls you up to continue fucking you but you let off a whiny whimper. “you just broke my b-bed.”

“yeah, so.”

“so..? you’re gonna have to buy me a new one.”

“right. about that . .”

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