#and for the first time i took a proper look at his skin. and at some point i was like. 'is this monkey wearing a đing crop top???'
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diet pepsi | enhypen x reader
scenarios inspired by lyrics from diet pepsi by addison rae
notes: suggestive, some more than others so proceed with caution. loss of virginity for jungwon's (both you and him), but no real smut. members are not in order to accommodate the order of the song lyrics, reader is described with female anatomy/female presenting!
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
RIKI
âmy boy's a winner, he loves the game
my lips reflect off his cross gold chainâ
the air is stuck in your lungs as his lips assult your own. your hands grip his shirt tightly, too entranced to let him go so easily. the hand that rested on your knee rides up, leaving behind a trail of fire in your skin. the tension between you two was so thick, he had to do something.
you were supposed to be tutoring him. he had pumped himself up to ask you for help with trigonometry, his friends hidden to not scare you off, but showing him support. he felt giddy when you showed him up to your room, everything about it was you. he was supposed to ask you on a proper date after the tutoring session, but currently his hands were busy playing with the hem of your skirt. not very gentlemanly of him. jay would not be happy.
you break away first to catch your breath. riki felt dizzy, his breathing staggered as his eyes close, reminiscing the feeling of your lips.
you catch a glimpse of your reflection on his pendant and suddenly feel heat rushing up to your face. the marks that riki had made on your neck were beginning to bloom.
riki's head is running when he finally looks at you, wondering if he had crossed a boundary of yours.
"hey, i'm sorry if i crossed the line. i was gonna ask you out afterwards but-!"
you shut him up by pulling on his pendant to meet you for another kiss.
JAKE
âi like the way he's telling me
my ass looks good in these ripped blue jeansâ
you're both more than tipsy. giggles and whispers are shared amongst the two of you as you both sit on the couch. the house party was packed, but you and jake were in your own little worlds. there's a sparkle in his eye when he looks at you, everyone can see just how much you are to him. there's song changes to one that makes you perk up.
"wanna dance?"
the music thumps through your bodies as he sways with you. jake lets out another giggle when your hips roll with his own. your back is pressed against his chest and his hands are on your hips, rubbing his thumbs against your exposed skin. you both bask in each other's company. it's then that his hold on you tightens when the song transitions to a more intimate one. he leans down to give your cheek a kiss.
"you look so good, baby." jake was very appreciative of your outfit when he picked you up. he presses another kiss, but this time right below your earlobe. his lips linger there for a bit before he bites your lobe lightly. his fingers loop around your belt loops to pull your ass right up the front of his pants. he lets out a groan, quiet enough so that only you would hear.
"these jeans, i think you wanna kill me too."
JUNGWON
âmy cheeks are red like cherries in the spring
body's a work of art you'd die to seeâ
earlier he had tripped over his pants when he took them off. you also accidentally smacked him in the forehead when you took off your shirt.
for being something you both anticipated, this night feels a bit embarrassing. but you try to not let it get to you, both of you too affected from the heat between your legs to truly stop. after you both successfully managed to strip down to your underwear, there's a moment of hesitation from him. you can see it in his face, he's overthinking. you smile at him when your eyes meet, and gently take ahold of his hands to set them on your stomach.
"it's ok."
he gives you a lopsided smile. his hands tremble when they move up your torso. it's cute, you think. jungwon's breath hitches when he finally takes your bra off. there's a bit of silence between you, but the hard-on he sports is a clear indication that he's just as excited as you are.
"so pretty..." he voices out loud. you shyly look away, a bit embarrassed at how much he's staring. jungwon giggles before sliding himself up to kiss your cheek.
"we're both nervous..." you state. he nods, leaning in to kiss your lips.
"do you wanna stop?"
you wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him in for another soft kiss.
"no."
SUNGHOON
âwhen we drive in your car, i'm your baby (so sweet)
losing all my innocence in the back seatâ
though neither of you are open about your relationship at school, you make sure to let people know. guys who seek to ask you out are met with rejections from you, annoyed when they find out why.
"he's not a good person."
"he's a hooligan."
"he'll hurt you."
you ignore them, respectfully asking them to not speak ill of sunghoon and to leave you alone. your friends still think he has you blackmailed, but you assure them that they're wrong. this school day in particular feels longer, having to endure a nastier rejection response.
"i bet he doesn't even like you."
you wanted to curse at them. scream at how wrong they are.
of course sunghoon doesn't like you.
when the last lecture ends, you rush to gather your things, immediately running off to the exit that leads to the back of the school.
sunghoon is about to smoke a cigarette when he sees you, immediately hiding both the stick and the lighter behind his back.
"it's the first one of the day! i swear!"
you rolled your eyes, simply leaning up to kiss him. he immediately reciprocates.
no. like is too simple for sunghoon. love is not enough either, he told you once.
he's obsessed with you.
HEESEUNG
âbreak all the rules 'til we get caught
fog up the windows in the parking lotâ
you're supposed to be at your club meeting right now. you're supposed to present the new project and your club's goals with another member. you simply emailed her the slides and told her you had an emergency to take care of.
his touch is electrifying. the place even more. there's a voice at the back of your mind that screams at you for not being careful enough. anyone could spot you two. but you trust heeseung more than yourself.
you look spent. your glasses are crooked and your skirt is hiked up to a more than inappropriate length. heeseung looks no better than you. your lipgloss is smeared on his lips and his dress shirt is unbuttoned from top to bottom, showcasing the number your nails did to his chest.
the windows of his old beat up car are so fogged up that anyone who walks by would know what had occurred.
heeseung simply smirks at you before leaning in to kiss you. a moan is ripped out of you when you feel his fingers dancing along your leg, hiking it up to expose you once again. there's a mischievous glint in his eye when he breaks away from your lips.
"round two?"
SUNOO
âsummer love (ah, ah), sexy
sitting on his lap, sippin' diet pepsiâ
you're the only ones at the movie theater. though the movie you came to watch is popular, you came on a weekday. you share a grin with sunoo, choosing to sit in different seats instead of your assigned ones.
this is your first date with him, after crushing on him all semester, you finally gathered the courage to ask him out. and it couldn't have gotten any better.
you both share a large drink, diet pepsi, and a large popcorn bucket, freely laughing out loud at the movie, making comments as there was no one to shush you.
at some point, you both end up holding hands. and then eventually he pulls you into his lap. his suddenness shocks you a bit, but you're not put off. you balance yourself on his lap, placing your hands on his shoulders to sit properly.
"y'know... i'm kind of bored." he says softly to you. his arms encicle your waist, slowly pulling you into him. you look at him, a bit confused. he sees you thinking, and you miss the mischievous grin that spreads on his face as you fall into his trap.
"what do you wanna do?"
he leans his face closer to yours, brushing his lips against your own. his heart is beating so erratically against his chest, he's sure you can hear it.
"why don't we kiss?"
the date just got a whole lot better.
JAY
âi write my name with lipstick on your chest
i leave a mark so you know i'm the bestâ
jay feels lightheaded. his legs are still shaking. he swallows as he relishes in this feeling. his hold on your hair softens, allowing you to rise up from the floor. your knees feel a bit wobbly, but you don't mind. you plop yourself down on his lap, arms coming up to loosely wrap around his neck.
he looks absolutely stunning.
his shirt is barely hanging onto his form, sweat glistening against his forehead. the hickies you drew from him more prominent.
your lipstick smeared on his lips.
you bite your lip at the sight of his post-orgasm glow, feeling more heat rush to your core. you're sure that there's a wet patch on his khaki dress pants if you stood up.
"you ok baby?" you ask him, nuzzling into his neck and breathing in his cologne. he manages to hum at you, hands sliding up from your legs to your waist, pulling you even closer against him. you can feel his member twitch, still not quite ready to settle down.
"did so good baby. truly no one like you." he grabs you by your nape to pull you towards his lips. you allow yourself to drown in his kiss, addicted to how he tastes. he pulls away, eliciting a whine from you as he gently lays you down.
"sorry baby, just wanna return the love."
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Was going through ur last post it was amazing. I am curious though! What was *that* moment of realization to u?
To be honest I am in this jikook shit for years now and feel very refreshed and happy when I see more and more people share and celebrate their relationship
Lots of loveâ€ïžâ€ïž
Hi Sweetheart! Thanks so much for your kind words.
The first ever video I watched of BTS was their Dynamite MV. In 2020. I loved it! Everything. The beats, the choreography, their outfits, their voices, their sync. Everything! I started watching everything related to Dynamite. And that's how I stumbled upon the behinds of their MV. I loved how loud and fun the members were. How enthusiastic they seemed about their job.
By this time I was able to tell which members were which. It took me almost a week đ
It was my first time watching anything Korean. So, I kept getting confused about who was who. However, Namjoon was easy to spot. Maybe it was his blue hair at that time. But by the end of a week I could comfortably identify all of them and got their names correct too.
While I was watching a behinds video of Dynamite I chanced upon this video here. And what struck me was the way Jungkook kept staring at Jimin. He was so into the staring that I doubt he heard anything what was being said until Taehyung had to tap him to get his attention. Not only that but I also noticed that Jimin felt Jungkook's stares on him and was trying not to look at him directly but still looked like he enjoyed the attention.
I got intrigued by what I saw and tried to dig into it to see if it was just a one time thing or if there was more to it. I watched a few Jikook videos on YT. And sure there seemed to be something but I realized all the members are touchy feely and super close with each other. But still the way Jungkook kept looking at Jimin in the above video was something else. It cannot be explained away with normal skin ship, affection or friendship. So, I decided to watch original content cause then I can get the proper context instead of compilation videos.
I saw all the big, loud Jikook moments: RB, GCFT, GCFS, MMA 2018. But what made me realize that Jikook are different, that they're a couple was when I started watching og content in chronological order. Starting from the pre debut days. I could see their story slowly unfolding.
Them being best friends and being find of each other. Jungkook going up to seek Jimin's advice regarding him wanting to pursue a career in dance. We need to remember that Jimin was the last member to get in the team and Jikook knew each other for just 6 months at this time. But Jungkook still felt comfortable going upto Jimin for that talk and nobody else.
Both of them having a soft spot for each other. Jimin being loud and open about his fondness for Jungkook. But for me the more telling was Jungkook's behavior. Jungkook's constant teasing of Jimin (this is something I have seen a lot of teens do when they have a crush, want to get the other's attention but still not ready to admit that there is a romantic interest). Seeking him out, wanting to be next to him, wanting his affection and attention. All of it.
I could see the realization of feelings, the acting on it. By this time in almost every video, let it be backstage or even award shows Jikook were glued at the hip. They were constantly together all the time by their voluntary choice. Jungkook started openly enjoying Jimin's affection, he became more daring and outgoing in seeking out Jimin. He started enjoying his effect on Jimin. And was always coming up with ways to get more of that reaction out of Jimin.
There were grand gestures, most of it from Jungkook. Sometimes it's impulsive but most of the times its because he wants to show Jimin openly how much he's in love and cares for Jimin. He wanted everyone including us, fans to know that he sees and treats Jimin differently.
There's the living together theories (if I'm being honest its not a theory to me cause there's so much evidence pointing to it). Since we are talking about living together how can we not talk about sharing rooms in hotels. They're the only ones doing it. None of the other members are sharing rooms unless its decided by games that they have to share. The others are more than happy to have their own space.
By 2020 they gave an established, secure in their relationship vibes.
So, yeah for me it was all the og content when watched in that order which cemented my belief that they're a couple. A long term one at that. Who cherish what they found unexpectedly when they came to Seoul for their careers.
Once again thank you so much for sending this in đ
Lots of love to you too â€
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drew a bunch of skyblock kingdomers for the sbkc discord server!
#my art#skyblock kingdoms#sbk#doovid#rubyco#drtrog#<- specifically the clone guys#vikingpilot#artemis8bit#thefoolsfam#sadmilkman#anathra#<- i have no idea if this man is a cyborg or just has a ski mask on or smth and at this point i'm too sfraid to ask /silly#also. i want you guys to know i was drawing doovid in a vc yesterday#and for the first time i took a proper look at his skin. and at some point i was like. 'is this monkey wearing a đing crop top???'#it was either that or he just had no shirt on period#poses aren't my strong suit but i did my best;; dkdndksj#hope i did these guys justice!! ended up going for a bit more of a simplified look compared to my usual style;#mostly so i could draw 'em quickly to get the hang of 'em#(this drawing took me over ten hours. btw.)
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â forever
- gojo satoru x reader
the three times he asked you to marry him
genre: slightly suggestive, fluff/comfort, silly and lovesick gojo, wedding proposals, mild angst, mentions of injury and protective gojo
note: i was inspired by some fics with this kind of trope and i can totally see gojo asking you to marry him while he's dead drunkâ
a part of gojo's love entries
general masterlist
"Why don't we get married?"
The first time Satoru brought this up was right after you both had exhausted yourselves in an intense, passionate lovemaking session.
His bare skin was against yours, and the intimacy of it almost made you want to go along with his suggestion, until you grasped the profound meaning behind his words.
"Satoru," you breathed out, still breathless as you came down from your high. "Are you seriously asking me that now?"
A dopey smile was on his face. "Yeah, is there a problem with it?"
You blinked. The nerve of this clown-headâ
"Not even a proper proposal? Or a ring?" you scowled. "Considering your usual flair, this is a rather lackluster attempt at a proposal."
Of course, you weren't a material girl, but considering his big ego and tendency to go overboard, you just had to call him out.
"Hmm? So if there's a grand proposal and I bought you a ring, then you'll say yes?"
There was practically a twinkle in those bright eyes of his now, and you were a bit caught off guard because well, so he is for real?
Youâd be lying if you said that the thought of marrying him hadnât crossed your mind. But to be frank, Gojo Satoru didn't strike you as someone who was interested in anything as clichĂ© as marriage and everything that comes with it.
Which brought you back to this pointâyou had absolutely no idea what possessed him to bring up this question.
"Hah," you let out a sardonic laugh. "Not that easy. I'll think about it."
When he let out a âEhhh?â, and started sulking, you were quite sure, and dismissed the question as one of his passing whims.
The second time he posed the question, he was a babbling, slurring mess of alcohol and hiccups.
"Can't weâhic!â" His face was flushed, and he was pitifully wobbling on his feet. "âjust get marriedâhic!âalready?"
This time you scoffed, partly out of disdain, crossing your arms in front of you. Satoru seemed to pick up on your unfavorable reaction and attempted to convince you. "I'm beingâ"
"No," you sternly interrupted, supporting him as he struggled to stay on his feet. You shot an unapologetic look at the other patrons in the bar who were watching you both with disapproving frowns. "Satoru, we're going home."
"I'mâhic!âasking you to marry me!"
"I said no."
"Why?!"
You sighed. "You're dead drunk."
"What willâhicâmake you say yes?"
You let out another sigh. It already took a great deal of patience to deal with his immaturity as his girlfriend, and you could only imagine how much more challenging it would be as his wife.
"I'm so heartbroken," he whined, crocodile tears pooling in his eyes as he peered at you like a kicked puppy. "I got rejected twice already... How could you reject me twice?"
You rolled your eyes at his theatrics.
"Marry me."
The third time around, he was neither bringing it up on a whim or drunk, also he wasn't quite askingâhis tone was almost pleading.
And you just woke up from your comatose state after a mission gone wrong, still in your bloodied uniform, eyes barely adjusting to the bright room.
Satoru let out a grunt, clasping your fingers in his warm, reassuring grip. It was evident how deeply distressed he was from the furrowed brow and the quiver in his lips as he looked down at you, as well as the gentle way he was stroking your hair.
At this moment, you wanted to cry. The fact that he was so genuinely concerned for you filled you with warmth and emotion.
. . .
He saw it happen right before himâthe crimson blood flowing out of your wound like waterfall. He had screamed at you to breathe and not let go of his hand. The moment he felt your head loll back in his arms and you lost your grip on him, he could swear his own heart had stopped too.
He had never been more grateful that youâhis best friend, love of his life, the only one he had leftâawoke from that horrifying ordeal. Seeing you stained red by your own blood had undoubtedly distorted his point of view, but his desire to marry you, as what he had been suggesting as of late, clearly was not just a mere passing thought.
Because he is acutely aware of how cruel this world is. This damned world has always taken everything that's important to him, and before they can snatch you away too, he will claim you as his first.
"Marry me," he repeated, his voice now sounding more hoarse, not as confident as it had been the first time.
As you gazed into his beautiful eyes, it occurred to your hazy mind that you very nearly died. That you were that close to not seeing him ever again. You had been apprehensive with how he had phrased his proposals so far, and you didn't want your marriage to be a split-second decision forced by some sort of looming omen.
And yet, falling in love with Gojo Satoru had never been the easiest, but you did anyway. He still held onto your hand, patiently awaiting your responseâ
âbut suddenly, like a sharp whiplash effect, what shocked you was that who you saw then wasn't your boyfriend.
But rather, the man with the mantle of the strongest sorcerer alive.
You could lose him just as much as he could lose you. Sooner or later, who knows? His title is both a blessing and a curse. Up until now, it has been a blessing, but who can say when it might suddenly turn into a curse that tears him away from you?
. . .
This time, you didn't snort or doubt his intention. Instead, you smiled, embracing the profound flutter in your chest as you were being proposed.
"Okay," you whispered, voice dry. "Yes⊠I'll marry you, Satoru."
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        # BEASTFEAST ! â RYĆMEN SUKUNA.
synopsis. in another life, they only knew you as his guard dog. in this one, he's yours to own. or, alternatively: sukuna misses his mate so much that it begins to physically affect his vessel's body. they set off on a little mission in search of you, only to find themselves walking riiight into your waiting jaws. wc. 4.2k
tags. dom beast! reader, bottom! sukuna. reader has a cock. oviposition (eggs), size difference, large cock, i'm not joking around that thing is fucking ginormous, belly bulge, monsterfucking, cum inflation, breeding kink, mpreg, knotting, biting, rough anal sex, warning: sukuna's huge tits, appropriate amount of clothes-ripping, multiple orgasms, creampie, sukuna's hole leaks slick, soft & needy sukuna.
a/n. inspired by this ask. thank you for the wonderful thirst <3
Sukuna was a predator. He did not fear, did not run from measly little things like monsters, because hardly anything could be more terrifying than he was.Â
But for the first time in his life, he felt like he was prey.Â
Hulking, sharp teeth bared, and with four piercing slit-like eyes, you rose to your full height, a low growl sounding at the back of your throat. Primal hunger radiated from your entire being as you stalked closer and closer, horns lowered in a position ready to strike, your tail whipping the jagged ends of the cave, sending little sparks alive.Â
âS-Sukuna, I think we should leave...â Yuuji stammered, starting to back out, but his cheek split open at once and a mouth appeared, snarling out a command to stay.Â
âLet me take over,â Sukuna muttered. âI will handle this, brat.âÂ
Yuuji looked hesitant about giving up control on his body. Still, there were little options to pick and choose from at the moment, and the beast, you, was approaching them with haste. Each heavy step you took announced your presence, causing the ground to quake, crushed rock particles raining down like fine powder.Â
Your eyes narrowed in onto the human at the mouth of the cave, no larger than one-fifth of your size, nor taller. Something coursed through you, sharp and warm and instantaneous, like static electricity.Â
Familiarity.Â
You came to a halt in front of him as tribal tattoos materialised on his skin, stretching across the expanse of his handsome face and dipping into his clothed chest. Two dark bands wrapped themselves around each of his wrists, and you watched intensely as he raised one (not six)âslowly, as to not threaten you, fist unfurling into a gentle hand to press against the side of your muzzle.Â
Dark red eyes stared up at you with a bored expression.Â
âSilly dog,â Sukuna cooed, fond.Â
All of this was familiar territory, and you wanted to sink your teeth into his neck. He was looking at you like he knew what you wanted, too.Â
âSukuna,â you growled, nuzzling into his hand, and he shuddered.Â
Closing his eyes, he curled a palm around one of your horns, bringing you down to press his forehead against yours, wanting to be close. You obliged easily, feeling his warm breath against yours, his touch surrounding you. The thrumming of his very much human heart against your lesser human one. You supposed it was a kind of feeling that no other living being could fathom. It wasnât love, gods, no. It was something much more than that.Â
It was something that only the two of you shared.Â
âI made you wait,â Sukuna breathed, stroking the side of your face, and you snorted out an agreement.Â
He had made you wait for centuries. Centuries of spending night and day in a cold wet cave, alone. You used to spend weeks lying awake at a time, waiting, hoping he would come back, sharp instincts perking up at every slight noise coming from outside the cave, only for it to be a bird or a stupid human traveller. You had hoped so desperately before that hope died with your will to live, and if not for your curse of immortality, you would have ended it all. You hadnât even bothered to make a proper nest, for all these years. It didnât matter if your mate wasnât there to appreciate it.Â
He had left you empty of meaning.Â
â... I donât suppose you will want me to apologise for that.âÂ
You stayed quiet. You werenât looking for an apology. But that didnât mean you werenât angry with him.Â
âWords?â he said patiently, looking at you. âTell me how you feel.âÂ
âNest,â you told him, and he watched helplessly as you shrugged his grip off and stalked past him, out of the cave and into the bright sunlight, for the first time in ages.Â
You gathered nesting materials as swiftly as you could, taking whatever you could find in the forestâdried-up twigs, leaves, bark strips, bird feathers, all the sort. They didnât have the softest texture, but they would do for now.Â
You returned to a sweet, heady scent seeping out from inside the cave, each whiff sending delicious quivers down your spine. It was the kind of aphrodisiac that omegas in the wild would release if they wanted to attract an alpha, but these things did not matter to you much. Mate, your mind supplied. Breed. You shook it off as your body not being attuned to the unbearable warmth of the outside world. It was getting all your instincts mixed up.Â
Inside the cave, Sukuna was sitting on your poorly-made nest like it was a grand throne, thighs spread and arms hung out, exposing his most vulnerable partsâhis neck, heart and bellyâto you in such a casual manner that it set fuel to the burgeoning fire you had been trying to ignore in your abdomen.
He gave you a lazy look as you noticed, a smirk beginning to stretch across his face.Â
âYou are back.âÂ
You felt your fangs itch.Â
âI was going to rip these off,â Sukuna continued when you made no reply, pinching his clothes with a look of near disgust. âBut I figured you would want to do it yourselfâŠ?âÂ
You growled. You had been suppressing the urge to rip off all his clothes since the moment he emerged in front of you in those markings that you had recognised as yours, and somehow, he knew it.Â
âSukuna,â you said. There was nothing else to say. You could feel yourself trembling with desire. Even he wouldnât be able to take it, not in this weak form, no. âI need⊠to fix the nest.â The words came out flimsy and weak. An excuse.
âTake me,â he rasped out, as though reading your mind. He gestured to his stomach. âForget the nest. I want you inside me. Right here.âÂ
He watched you, a hint of desperation behind his stern gaze. You looked away.Â
âI am angry at you,â you confessed, the real reason for why you were so hesitant. It came out in a growl, and Sukuna shivered, baring his neck with a low whine.Â
âI can tell,â he murmured, breathless. âTake it out on me.âÂ
It was tempting, really, having your mate spread out in front of you in your territory, willing and pliant, with only a thin, negligible barrier between you and what was yours. No, what used to be yours. You glared at his unblemished neck, now empty of a mating bite. It didnât feel right, and the growing heat within you was telling you to either bite or break something.Â
âNo.âÂ
Sukuna cocked an eyebrow. âNo?âÂ
Trying your best to ignore him, you lumbered over, starting to rearrange the nest into something more presentable. As you got closer, the sweet scent intensified, like a field of blooming red roses, each one making you dizzy with desire. Mate, your instincts were telling you. Make him round and heavy with our offspring. Keep him here forever. Who knows where heâll walk off to the next time we lose sight of him.Â
You could feel your cock sliding out from its sheath, steadily hardening as you pretended not to know where the smell was coming from.Â
Sukuna eyed you coyly as you moved closer to stuff a few feathers behind him, arching his back subtly as he settled into a more comfortable position, one that exposed the wet patch between his legs. He pulled down the mouth of his shirt to show his right pectoral, the thick black lines enticing you to trace them with your tongue.Â
Your cock swung heavily with every slight movement, and you could feel his hungry stare on it.Â
He opened his mouth. You stopped and stared back at him, daring him to speak. He sneered. âYour dick clearly disagreesââÂ
Sukuna yelped as you ripped his shirt open with your claws in one smooth movement, fully exposing his plump chest.Â
âBeautiful,â you growled in appreciation, flinging the shredded shirt away, and he panted out a victorious laugh, eagerly pushing out his tits for you to examine.Â
âFucking finally.â He moaned unabashedly as you groped his pecs, careful not to graze him with your claws, but just as rough nonethelessâjust the way he liked it. âKnew you would give in, haah.âÂ
âSukuna,â you warned, baring your teeth, but he only arched his neck in response, trying to get you to bite already.Â
âPut it in,â he whined. âWant your prick in me.âÂ
You ripped his pants off next.Â
Your gaze raked down his bodyâthis new, unfamiliar body of his that you should despise, because it was so human, so unlike himâbut instead of feeling revulsion, you could only taste hunger. Saliva rapidly gathered in your mouth, threatening to spill out from the gaps of your sharp teeth.Â
If he belonged to you, then every form and body that he chooses to possess would belong to you, too. And naturally, this one did.Â
âHere,â Sukuna panted, reaching a hand between his legs to scissor his hole open for you. Viscous, syrupy slick dripped out, dousing your nest with his sweet smell, and all of this only served to drive you crazy with want. âFuck me, ruin me, come onââÂ
The universe unravelled before you the moment you grabbed him by the hips and seated him on your cock in one violent thrust, and you groaned out loud and guttural, heavens and the earth be damned. You could have never forgotten how it felt, not since then, and never now, a sweltering, almost electrical connection burning through your bodies and sealing them together as one, like you were made to fit inside him, like he was made to be yours.Â
Sukuna was letting out a string of broken whimpers, face contorted in absolute bliss and pleasure as his rim stretched impossibly wide around your thick girth, his stomach bulging out to allow such a large intrusion. You yanked him further down the shaft of your cock, and he cried out, body convulsing as cameâcock messily spurting on his chest.Â
âShit,â he cursed, trembling as you began to move again. âF-forgot how big this thing is.âÂ
You snarled. Guess you would just have to imprint your dick inside him to make sure he would never forget again.Â
You manoeuvred your grip to the back of his knees, supporting him in a secure hold, spreading his thighs wider so you could slide in deeper with his back pressed against your chest. You wanted to feel every inch of him, wanted him to sheath you, wanted to carve a space inside him that only you could ever breach. Sukuna howled out a profanity, throwing his head back to rest on your shoulder as pleasure overwhelmed him in waves.Â
He reached back to grab at your shoulders, horns, anything, struggling to push himself into a better position as you started to slowly thrust into him. Vulnerable was the first word that came to you. The second one was fragile, but that wasnât the word for it, either. He was so little nowâyou could fit one hand completely around his waist, and you should be more gentle with him, really, but you knew he could take more.Â
âLook,â you said, peeking over his shoulder. Sukuna looked up at you, teary and confused, but before you could clarify, you reached a clawed hand to press against the obscene bulge on his navel, and his eyes rolled back with a loud, shuddering cry as he jerked in your arms, pressure immediately increasing tenfold.Â
âF-fuck,â he sobbed. You could feel the slick gushing out from around you and dripping down your thighs as he stared down for the first time, throat dry and unbreathing. âItâs too fuckinâ big.âÂ
You applied more pressure, just to be cruel, watching as he choked on a moan, thighs quivering uncontrollably. He stared back up at you, as though searching for a reason for that, and couldnât resist looking down again, at the huge swell over his stomach and abdomenâthe print of your cock marking him as yours. He slowly pressed his hands over your larger ones, whimpering as he felt just how deeply you were buried inside him.Â
âIt is not that big,â you sneered. âYou are just small now.â
Sukuna scowled at your taunting words, shivering as you gently stroked his stomach. âBrat. That does not- ah- does not mean I cannot take you.âÂ
You bared your teeth, trying for something similar to a smile. âI know.âÂ
You knew that more than anyone. He was the strongest creature you had ever known, and would ever know. The only one you would ever bow down to, the only one you would serve and recognise as king.
You lapped up his tears, and Sukuna leaned heavily into your touch, like he had been starving for it.Â
He was starting to roll his hips impatiently, forcing the head of your cock to rub against his walls, lustful whimpers slipping out as he watched you move inside him. âI guess it has been a long time,â he heaved, trying to catch his breath as he worked himself up and down your shaft the best he could. âI am gonnaâcum. Again. Hold me.âÂ
It wasnât an order as much as it was a plea.
You lifted his thigh high up to your chest, your other arm wrapping protectively around his waist as you violently slammed up into his tight hole, stuffing him full as he screamed. Strips of white painted his chest as he came all over himself, and you hooked your jaw over his shoulder to dutifully lick them up.Â
It took him less than a minute to recover, hips jerking in your grip and whimpering pitifully to get your attention. Â
âFuck me,â he sobbed, way too sensitive as you started to move him up and down your cock again, canines grazing his neck. âFuck me harder.âÂ
You knew Sukuna wasnât letting you do this only because he wanted you to let you take out your anger on him. He needed it himself, craved it, evenâthe violence, the overstimulation, the release. Centuries of not having you beside him. Centuries of being sealed up in a dark, empty space without the comfort of your warmth, the solace in your touch. He needed it now, more than ever, and you needed it too. Â
Ignoring his protests, you pulled him off your cock, setting him gently onto the nest on his hands and knees. Yanking his hips up, you forcefully pushed your shaft into him again, shoving him down by the neck when he tried to see what you were doing. He only moaned at the rough treatment, arching his back for you.Â
âLet me,â you told him, gently. âLet me take care of you.âÂ
Sukuna panted, his two left eyes watching you with a strange reverence that only revealed itself when the two of you were alone and being intimate. It wasnât exactly a promise to behave, but it was enough for you to start again.Â
Your tail curled around his thigh possessively, guiding it to spread wider as you rammed your hips against his repeatedly with heavy thrusts, the wet slaps deafeningly loud as they echoed through the cave. Sukuna had stopped trying to fuck himself on your cock, instead laying there and allowing you to position him as you wished, moaning lewdly every time the tapered tip of your cock forced itself against his sweet spot. He was squeezing deliciously around you with every thrust, his insides squelching as slick coated the entirety of your shaft, easing the stretch and glide.Â
âGorgeous,â you growled, entranced by the way his hole greedily swallowed up your length, and he whined brokenly at the praise, trembling hands reaching back to spread himself open for you. You groaned out at the sight, driving yourself deep in before pulling out until only the tip stayed inside, and slamming back in again to drink in his pleasured cries. Somewhere in the middle of that he had cum again, spilling heavily into the nest as his knees gave out, legs shaking with overstimulation.Â
âSo fuckinâ good,â Sukuna whimpered, no longer himself in the haze of his third orgasmâface smushed against the nest as he drooled. âMissed thisâmissed you so much, ahââÂ
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, the edges of your vision blurring as you snapped your teeth together, focused on getting him off as much as possible first. Something strange and heavy was churning deep within you, being slowly dragged out from your depths and solidifying at the base of your cockâa feeling you hadnât felt for a long time, you almost forgot what it meant.Â
You didnât even know if it was possible to impregnate him in this form.Â
âFill me up,â he sobbed out, cockdrunk already. The stutter of your hips had given it awayâit didnât matter if it had been centuriesâhis body could recognise it coming from a mile, like he was conditioned to be bred by you. âWant your eggs.âÂ
You let out a hungry, animalistic whine at his words, claws digging into his hips and thighs as you towered over him in a proper mounting position, pounding harder and making guttural sounds of pleasure and want as you blindly chased your release. His eyes squeezed shut as he moaned wantonly, exposing his throat in a clear sign of submission, showing you that he wanted this, wanted you to stuff him full until he was bulging with your offspring.Â
âS-Sukuna,â you managed, wanting to bite, wanting to mark him, cock slamming directly into his sweet spot with reckless abandon, as though wanting to mark his insides as yours too. You could feel a knot bloating at the base of your shaft, heavy and swollen with solid weight, an unbearable pressure pushing and growing insistently somewhere down there, slowly travelling towards the rim of your cockhead. It was too much, too good, and you wanted to push deeper, deeper, make him feel it all the way to his throat.Â
âKnock me up already!â he wailed, pushing his ass back against you desperately as if that would speed things up. âP-Please. You know I want it. Been waiting for so long. I want it, please, pleaseââÂ
He was begging so much that it was driving your instincts into overdrive, sight blurring, breath coming out in rapid, hot pantsâhe had rarely, rarely ever acted like this even before the two of you were separatedâtears rolling down his cheeks as he cried his heart out for you to permanently mark his body as your own, distraught and broken like the only thing that could fix him was you.Â
It tore your soul apart to see your mate like this.Â
You fought to concentrate, but an invisible force was prying your jaws open, trying to get you to bite, clamp down on his neck and shoulder, taste his blood and drink in it.Â
âBite,â you wheezed out with difficulty as your hips continued to pound into him of their own accord, and you tried your hardest to tell him that you were going to lose it any time. âPleaseâcanâI?âÂ
âYes, you fucking fool,â Sukuna choked on a sob as you brutally shoved your knot into him, stuffing him full until he felt like he was bursting. âMark me up, show me that I belong to youââÂ
And you did, jaws latching onto flesh and skin as your teeth punctured the juncture between his neck and shoulder, fangs sinking in deep, snarling, shaking, a burning heat exploding at your core as your vision whited out, emptying everything into himâecstasy consuming your very existence.Â
When you came to be, he was whimpering weakly.
You could feel the cum steadily trickling out of his hole and down the back of his thighsâyou had come so much that even the thick knot couldnât keep everything insideâbut you didnât think that was the reason.Â
You could feel a heavy pressure present from your crotch to the gaping rim of your cockhead, pain and pleasuring splitting you apart, and you let out a wounded noise as you pushed the first egg into the body of your mate.Â
âS-shit,â Sukuna croaked out, thighs trembling as the egg settled into him, straining at the sudden heavy weight in his stomach. âH-how many are there?âÂ
âThere are two,â you hissed out, and his eyes widened. âTwo more.âÂ
He let out a pained whine, eyes fluttering close as he waited for the next, and the next. âBrat,â he managed. âI might not be able to stay awake.âÂ
You pulled back the best you could, manhandling him gently so that you could rest him on his side, knot still lodged inside him. âIt is okay,â you told him, softly. âI will take care of you.âÂ
Sukuna couldnât remember, for the life of it, the last time that he had felt so heavy.Â
He blinked his eyes open, and was greeted by the sight of his swollen stomach, now stuffed with three whole eggs, and at least a gallon of your cum. He sighed with contentment, wriggling to settle comfortably into the warmth of the nest, hands settling on his stomach.Â
Yuuji was going to try and kill him, no doubt. Not that his vessel would ever come close to succeeding. He found himself grinning evilly at that.Â
Sukuna was about to fall asleep again, before he noticed a lack of body heat behind him.
He was breathing in your scent as the entire cave was drenched in it that he hadn't realised immediately, but you were nowhere in sight. A hollow feeling swept over him in waves at the thought of being used and abandoned, and he bit back a whimper. Stupid, useless instincts. He hated how weak you made him.
âBrat,â he called, softly, too tired to sit up. âYou are here?âÂ
You grunted.Â
You had been sitting at the far edge of the nest for the past hour, gaze locked onto the entrance of the cave, guarding your now pregnant mate from any foolish intruders. That was⊠one of the two reasons. The other reason was to guard him from yourself.Â
Sukuna called for you again, and you could not resist stealing a glance.
The sight before you was making you light-headed with desire that you could not afford to have, not right now. You stared down at him just as he looked up at you, swollen and bulging with your offspring, mindlessly stroking his huge stomach with cum still trickling down his ass and thighs.Â
Fuck. You were so hungry. You would always be hungry for him.
Sukunaâs face split into an arrogant smirk. âWhy, after all that, and you still want more.âÂ
âDo not,â you warned lowly, trying your best to look away, even as he shamelessly spread his legs, showing you the mess you had made between his thighs. âSukuna. Not now.âÂ
âWhy not?â he leered, taking pleasure in your distress. âScared you will break me?âÂ
You growled. âYes.âÂ
âWeak,â he taunted. âI do not remember picking a weak fool as my mate.âÂ
âI am not weak.â You bared your teeth at him, and he simply laughed at you.Â
âSo easy to rile up,â he hummed. âCome here.âÂ
â... No.âÂ
He looked even more amused. âCome over, brat. I will not do anything vile.âÂ
âSo you know you are vile,â you said, and despite your words, begrudgingly strut over and buried your face into his neck, ignoring the dull heat persisting in your lower abdomen.Â
Sukuna sighed as you lapped affectionately at the fresh mating bite, closing his eyes and basking in the heat of your body. âI never- ah- denied it in the first place.âÂ
You pulled back to glower at him, clawed hands settling back on his hips where they belongedânow carrying the weight of your offspring. He reached up to cradle your face now that you were steadying him, unfazed by your glare.Â
âAnd you still love this vile creature?â he murmured, gazing at you with an expression no less than tender.
âLove,â you repeated, like it would make sense if you said it a second time. You felt more for him than just love. If love only made your skin feel warm and your heart beat fast, like the mortals have told, then this feeling was something much, much more than love.Â
Sukuna merely grinned, and you knew he felt the same.Â
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Kinktober Day 4 - Brat Taming with Ryomen Sukuna
contains: nsfw content:(mdni), fempov, pnv (unprotected), creampie, spanking, orgasm denial, oral (reader giving), v brief breath play, no aftercare, this is consensual but it might seem dubcon at times so i'll say that just in case
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The air was tight in the luxurious chambers, thick with the underlying current of power and danger that came with being near Sukuna. You knew it all too well, and still, today you chose to push the boundaries.
Maybe it was the way his attention had moved onto others, or maybe you just wanted to feel his power focused on you. Either way, your defiance had earned you more than a few sharp looks throughout the day.
He had been so patient at first, watching as you deliberately disobeyed his orders, meeting his gaze with a silent challenge in your eyes. It was a dangerous game, one which you knew would only end one way, but a small part of you relished it, even craved the inevitable punishment that would follow.
Piqued annoyance now danced in his expression as you stood before him in the dark-lit room. The light of the candles danced across his tattooed skin as he leaned back into the cushion, arms over his chest, eyes intent on him-like some sort of predator sizing his prey.
"You have been bold today, haven't you?" Sukuna said, his voice low and almost a purr, but beneath the smoothness lay a warning. Crimson eyes shone with something dark and predatory as he watched you with unsettling intensity.
You didn't move, not as your heart raced in your chest; your eyes still flashed defiance, though it wavered a little under his gaze. Sukuna noticed, of course-he noticed everything.
He laughed darkly, the sound rumbling through the room like distant thunder. "What's the matter? The little concubine thinks she can disobey her king?" His voice was thick with mockery, but beneath it lay an unmistakable edge of menace.
You still wouldn't back down, even as the chill ran down your spine. "I'm not scared of you," you said-the defiance in your voice, a lot stronger than the quiver in your chest.
His smirk only widened, eyes glinting in the low light. "Is that so?" He pushed off from the cushions, standing to his full height in a fluid-almost graceful-movement. Sukuna towered over you, the suffocating presence of his power that made the air around you thick and heavy.
He took a slow, deliberate step toward you, each step echoing in the chamber as he never so much as broke gaze with yours. âYou forget your place, little one. And I think itâs about time I remind you exactly who you answer to.â
You swallowed hard but stood your ground, your heart pounding while he drew nearer. He was testing you now, pushing the limits of your defiance, testing how far you would go. But you couldn't halt the quickening of your pulse in anticipation, the thrill coursing through you despite the danger.
Sukuna stopped only a few millimetres away from you, his giant physique casting a shadow over your small frame. He cocked his head as he reached out, crimson eyes shining with dark humour, and brushed one of his hands against your cheek, the touch feather light, deceptive.
"You've been a brat all day," he mused, the soft low tone of his voice a direct contrast to the danger swimming inside him. "And I'm not fond of brats. You know that."
And before he could receive a reaction from you, the other hand shot out, clutching at your chin in a firm grip, making you look up at him. His touch wasn't gentle anymore; it was commanding, dominant, a silent reminder of who was in charge here.
"You really think you can challenge me?" His voice now a dark growl, his eyes narrowing as he watched you struggle to hold his gaze. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, teasing, almost mocking, as he leaned down closer. "You forget who I am, don't you?"
You shivered, but the stubborn fire in your eyes remained, even as his grip tightened slightly, his thumb pressing against your lip until you parted them with a soft gasp; he smirked, clearly amused despite himself.
âI could break you,â he murmured, his voice low and dangerous as his lips hovered just above yours. âMake you beg for me. But I can also make you wait⊠draw it out until you remember whoâs in control.â
The heat between your bodies flared and he held you there, so close yet still out of reach. The tension was palpable, a heady mix of desire and fear as the resolve within you started to crumble under the fierce stare that bound you against your will to him.
When he finally moved, it was with brutal precision. Sukuna spun you around, pressing your front to the cool wall of the chamber with ease, one hand tangled in your hair as he pulled your head back slightly. "You wanted my attention, didn't you?" he said, his voice a dangerous whisper in your ear as his hot breath danced across your skin, his hand trailing down your back. âWell, now you have it.â
You gasped, your body arching instinctively into his touch as his hand slid lower, gripping your hips possessively. âDonât think for a second that you can get away with this behaviourâ he growled, his voice a dangerous promise as his fingers dug into your flesh.
Sukuna yanked your hips back against him, his body pressing firmly against yours as he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. âYouâre going to regret testing me,â he whispered darkly, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. His hand slid around to your front, teasing you just enough "Now," he growled huskily, the scent of dominance emanating s he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your neck and nipping the sensitive skin there to set fireworks, something he could so easily do with a mere touch. "Beg me to put you back in your place."
You knew he was playing with you, waiting for you to submit again, but you couldn't help how your body betrayed you-the pooling of heat so low in your stomach as his words fired up something deep inside. Caged in his grip, cornered against the wall, you still couldnât refrain from pushing once more.
âNo.â
âNo? Okay.â he chuckled darkly, his tone shifting from playful to deadly serious. âStrip.â
You briefly turned your head and looked at him, unsure and as you hesitated, he added with a wicked smirk, âDo it or Iâll do it for you.â
The thought of him tearing the delicate fabric from your body sent a thrill through you. The weight of his gaze bore down on you, and you felt the pull of his dominance wrapping around you like a shroud. Your heart raced with the thrill of the challenge, but a deeper part of youâa primal instinctâbegan to ache for his approval.
With a deep breath, you decided to relent, knowing that fighting him any longer would only provoke him further. You turned your back to him and slowly began to slide the silk off your shoulders, letting the fabric slip down your arms. The dress pooled at your feet, baring your skin to him. The cool air brushed against you, sending goosebumps cascading across your body as you stood looking vulnerable before him.
Yet despite that, his eyes never wavered to admire your body, it wasnât like he hadnât seen you naked before but right now he didnât seem the least bit interested.
You faced him, expecting praise or the usual good girl, but he said nothing. The silence stretched between you, heavy and charged, making your heart race with both anticipation and confusion. Sukunaâs gaze was piercing, roaming over your exposed form, and you could feel the intensity of his scrutiny igniting something deep within youâa desperate yearning for his approval.
You swallowed hard, the heat pooling in your stomach igniting a mixture of shame and desire. Sukuna was playing with you, aware of your need for his validation, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of submission and rebellion.
âPlease,â you whispered, desperate to shift the balance back in your favour, to spark that glimmer of approval in his eyes. âI just wantedââ
âWhat?â he interrupted, tilting his head slightly, that smirk still firmly in place. âAttention? Affection? Or perhaps you wanted to remind me how unruly you can be?â
The words were both exhilarating and terrifying, as you recognized the game he was playing. Sukuna knew exactly what you craved and was determined to toy with it, twisting your desires into something that left you vulnerable.
âYou should know by now,â he continued, leaning closer until you could feel the warmth radiating off him. âMy favourite concubine doesnât act like this.â he whispers as his hand cups your face. âShe knows her placeâknows how to please me.â
Your heart clenched at his words, the subtle reminder of your position stoking the embers of your longing. You craved his approval, his affection, and each taunt felt like a jagged edge against your pride. But the harder he pushed, the greater the need for his acknowledgment became.
"Look at you, practically begging for it," he teased, his voice low as his fingers brushed over the uncovered skin of you. "But you'll learn, in time, that defiance only leads to disappointment."
With a predatory grace, Sukuna shifted, his gaze never leaving yours as he sat down on the edge of his royal bed, the dark fabric of the covers contrasting sharply against his skin. The way he was sitting-relaxed, yet commanding-sent a shiver of anticipation running down your spine.
"Come here," he ordered; it was an order reverberating with a sternness that was impossible to disregard. Your heart racing, you moved closer until the space between you two was charged with tension. "Get over my knee," he said, the corners of his mouth raising into a sly grin. The words were spoken as though this was a test, a test of how well you'd do.
The heat in your cheeks flared as you hesitated, caught between pride and the undeniable desire to submit. But the need for his approval was overwhelming, and as you moved closer, the thrill of obedience battled against your rebellious spirit.
Sukunaâs gaze held you captive, eyes glimmering with amusement as he patted his knee, the gesture both inviting and authoritative. âI won't ask twice," he warned, his voice low and full of promise.
You swallowed hard as you took a deep breath and realised it was your call. You leaned over reluctantly, laying across his lap and positioning yourself, your hands resting on the coolness of the sheets-a sharp contrast to the heat emitting from your body.
âThere we goâ he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he rested a hand on your back, keeping you in place.
As you settled over him, a rush of vulnerability coursed through you, yet beneath it lay a profound sense of longing for his approval, making it impossible to feel anything but exhilarated. In that moment, you knew there would be no escaping the power he held over you/
His hand travelled further up your thigh, fingers teasingly close to your ass but never quite crossing that line. It was an intentionally deliberate choice, placing you on edge, and you could feel that anticipation, coiling in your belly like a spring, ready to burst.
"Remember," he warned, his voice dropping to that low growl again, "Just because I'm kinder to you than the rest does not mean I won't punish disobedience." You swallowed hard as your heart began to pound with what was to come. You could feel the power dynamic shifting, the game the two of you were playing getting heavier with every passing second.
Sukuna's hand came down sharp against your ass, the loud smack reverberating through the room and slapping you back into reality. A gasp escaped your lips, half in surprise, half in delight at the sting that suddenly fired into your skin. It was a delicious concoction of pain and pleasure, which left you short of breath as you adjusted to the sensations that swirled around you.
"Count," he instructed, his voice firm, yet laced with underlying humour. "Loudly. I want to hear you."
"One," you exhaled the word as it tumbled from your lips, your heart racing wildly as you fought to steady it. The thrill of it all, mixed with your need for his approval, had you wanting each strike more than the last.
Sukuna's hand lingered on the curve of your ass for a moment before falling again in a sharp slap, the sound echoing off stone walls. You gasped again, a mixture of shock and thrill racing through you as the sting blossomed into a warm ache.
âTwo,â you gasped, as you fought against the swell of emotions within you.
He lifted his hand, but this time he held back just before the strike, making you tense in anticipation. The sudden hesitation had you bracing for impact, but then he only gently smoothed his palm flat against your skin, teasing you with his warmth.
But before you could even acknowledge it, a sudden one came down on your other ass cheek.
âThree,â you managed to say, voice trembling slightly, the sensation catching you off guard as he switched up the rhythm.
âGood,â he replied, and the next strike came almost immediately after, catching you off guard. âFour!â you exclaimed, the sound of his hand meeting your skin sending shockwaves through your body.
He continued this pattern, alternating between sharp slaps and moments of tension where he would simply tease you, leaving you breathless and on edge. Sometimes, he would deliver a strike that felt harder than the last, and other times heâd pull back, letting you feel only the ghost of his hand as your body quivered in anticipation.
You felt yourself teetering on the brink of overwhelming sensations as you counted up to ten, each strike igniting a fiery mixture of pleasure and pain that coursed through your body. Each impact left you breathless, the rhythm of his hand striking you creating a melody of desire that echoed in your mind.
âElevenâ you finally gasped, the word escaping your lips as you savoured the ache that lingered in your skin.
Sukuna paused, letting the silence stretch between you, and you could feel the weight of his gaze on your back, assessing and possessive. The air was thick with tension, and you could sense the power dynamics shifting once more.
âAre you sorry?â he asked, his voice low and teasing, sending a thrill down your spine.
You bit your lip, a mix of defiance and longing swirling within you as you processed his question. The sharp sting of his earlier strikes still pulsed against your skin. The heat emanating from your skin, a reminder of your rebelliousness, yet the way he held youâfirm, possessiveâmade your heart race with exhilaration.
âSorry?â you repeated, tilting your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder. You could see the smirk playing on his lips, the amusement dancing in his eyes. The challenge was palpable; he wanted you to say it, to acknowledge your submission in a way that would give him satisfaction. Yet all that came out of your mouth wasâŠ
âI donât know yet-â
âDo you even know what you want?â he pressed, his voice smooth and taunting. âBecause I can give you everything, but you seem intent on making this harder for yourself.â
âDo you want my approval?â he asked, his voice a sultry caress that made your heart race. The question hung between you, laden with implications that sent a shiver down your spine. âYou know I could give it to you if you just admit what you truly want.â
As if sensing the conflict within you, he slowly guided you off his lap, the absence of his warmth leaving you yearning for more. You hesitated for a moment, caught in the limbo of desire and pride, before he leaned back slightly, a glimmer of challenge in his gaze. âGet on your knees,â he commanded, the authority in his voice making it impossible to resist.
The command was a double-edged sword, igniting a rush of eagerness and vulnerability in your chest. There was something intoxicating about being at his mercy, and even as the thought of submission sent pangs of uncertainty through you, the need for his love and approval surged stronger than your pride.
You swallowed hard, the weight of his gaze heavy on you as you knelt before him, the coolness of the floor contrasting sharply with the warmth that enveloped your body. Sukuna watched you, a predator sizing up his prey, and you could feel the intensity of his scrutiny as you knelt there, heart racing and breath shallow.
âGood girlâ he praised, the words wrapping around you like silk, soothing yet igniting a fire in your core. âThis is where you belongâsubmissive, yearning for my affection.â His voice was low and sultry, and you could hear the satisfaction lacing his tone as he took in your posture, his eyes gleaming with approval. âBut you have to earn it. Tell me what you want.â
You hesitated, the vulnerability of your position mingling with your desire to please him. âI want⊠I want your approval,â you murmured, the admission spilling from your lips almost involuntarily. âYour loveâ
His smirk widened, revealing a hint of satisfaction that made your heart flutter. âAnd how do you plan to earn it?â he asked, his voice smooth and seductive, coaxing you into deeper submission. âShow me how desperate you really are for my love.â
With deliberate slowness, he shrugged off his robe, letting the luxurious fabric cascade down his broad shoulders and pool around his waist. The movement revealed the powerful contours of his body, muscles coiling under his skin, each movement exuding confidence and dominance. You couldnât help but feel your breath hitch in your throat as you drank in the sight of himâstrikingly captivating and impossibly alluring. His cock sprung free, dauntingly big, thick and girthy with a prominent vein running along the underside of it.
As you positioned yourself at his feet, your heart raced with anticipation. You looked up at him, and in that moment, you could see the mixture of dominance and desire reflected in his gaze. You knew exactly what he wanted you to do, and the thought of it sent a shiver of excitement coursing through you.
âGo on,â he urged, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, âshow me just how much you crave my approval.â The challenge ignited something deep within you, urging you to submit fully to his will.
You reached forward, taking his cock in your hand at first, feeling the heat radiate from it as your fingers wrapped around his length. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through you, awakening every nerve ending and amplifying the intensity of your need. You could feel his gaze boring into you, an intoxicating mix of desire and power, and the weight of it only fueled your eagerness.
Sukuna watched you intently, his expression a mixture of approval and amusement as you began to stroke him slowly.
You leaned in closer, your breath hitching as you pressed soft kisses along his shaft, savouring the taste of his skin and the intoxicating musk that enveloped you. With each kiss, you felt a thrill of exhilaration at your submission, and the thought of earning his approval made you more eager to please.
âKeep going,â he encouraged, his voice low and demanding.
You could hear the satisfaction in his tone, and it spurred you on as you took him deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirling around him with fervent devotion. Every now and then youâd pull back and focus on the tip, only to resume taking his cock in as deep as you could, using your hand for what you couldnât fit. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of youâhis dominance and your willingness to submit completely to him.
As you continued, you could feel his hand find its way to your hair, fingers tangling in it as he guided your movements, controlling the pace with a delicious authority. The mix of his control and your surrender sent waves of heat pooling in your core, and you could feel the ache of longing building within you.
The warmth of his body radiated against your skin, intensifying the sensations coursing through you as you leaned in further, taking him deeper. Each careful stroke of your tongue was met with a soft, approving grunt from Sukuna, his fingers tightening in your hair, guiding you with just the right amount of pressure. You revelled in the way he took charge, the way he made you feel both desired and utterly submissive.
âSuch a good little pet,â he praised, his voice smooth yet commanding, sending tremors of excitement through you. âYouâre desperate for my touch, arenât you?â
You couldnât deny it, the words igniting something primal within you, and you nodded as best you could with him filling your mouth. The mixture of your eagerness and his control heightened the stakes, pushing you to give him everything you had.
His hips shifted slightly, guiding your rhythm as he pressed deeper, the sensation making your head spin. You could feel the tension building within you, a mix of longing and excitement as you became more attuned to his desires. The slick warmth of your mouth enveloped him, and each movement you made was deliberate, an offering of your devotion.
âMore,â he demanded, his voice thick with pleasure as he tilted his head back slightly. âI want to hear you.â
You moaned softly around him, the sound vibrating against his skin, eliciting another low growl from deep within him. The noise made your core throb with need, the desperate ache for him only growing stronger as you lost yourself in the rhythm of your actions.
He couldnât help but want to set the pace himself, the next time you went to pull back, he guided your head further, forcing you to take him deeper until your nose was pressed up against his pubes. You sputtered, unable to stop yourself from gagging as he held you there for a moment before pulling back and letting you pull off and catch your breath. You coughed a little, a string of saliva connecting from his cock to your lips.
His hand tightened in your hair, gently pulling your head up for a moment so he could meet your gaze. âLook at me,â he commanded, his eyes darkened with lust and satisfaction. âI want to see your pretty eyes.â
As you surrendered fully to him, the heat pooling in your core became unbearable, a delicious reminder of just how much you craved his approval. The world outside faded further, leaving only the intoxicating connection between youâhis power and your submissionâand you knew that you would do anything to keep that connection alive.
You gazed up at him, his commanding presence making your heart race. As you took him deeper, this time by your own choice, a rush of exhilaration surged through you, and with a playful impulse, you let your teeth graze lightly against his length. The sensation was meant to tease, to elicit a reaction, but the moment you did, a sharp intake of breath escaped him, followed by a sudden yank of your hair that pulled you away.
Sukunaâs eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and warning, the intensity of his gaze locking onto yours like a steel trap. âWhat did I say about behaving?â His voice was low, tinged with authority, but there was an unmistakable edge of desire laced within it. You felt a thrill race through you, the tension in the air thickening.
You looked up at him, trying to read the storm brewing in his eyes. His grip on your hair was firm yet controlled, a reminder of the power he wielded over you. The sharpness of his warning sent a jolt through you, igniting a mix of fear and excitement.
âI... Iâm sorry,â you stammered, your breath shaky as you tried to regain your composure. âI didnât mean toââ
âDo that once more and I wonât touch you again, Iâll give you to one of my men. Do you want that?â
The weight of his words settled heavily in the air, a reminder of the stakes involved. You could feel the heat of embarrassment flooding your cheeks, but it was quickly replaced by a deep-seated need for his approval. The thought of disappointing him was far more terrifying than the idea of punishment.
âNow,â he said, releasing his hold on your hair but still leaning forward, his presence overwhelming, âShow me that you can be the good girl I know you can be.â There was an edge to his tone that made your stomach flip, a challenge wrapped in a promise.
Nodding slightly, you took a deep breath, reminding yourself of the delicate balance you had to maintain. You could do this. You could earn his affection and approval. You leaned in closer once more, eyes locked onto his, feeling the pulse of desire thrumming between you.
With renewed determination, you took him back into your mouth, moving slowly at first, allowing your tongue to swirl around him in languid strokes. You could feel the tension in the air, the silent understanding that every movement you made was a testament to your willingness to submit completely to him. You focused on doing it right, savouring the way his body reacted, the way his breath hitched as you worked your mouth around him.
You couldnât help but grin slightly as you ran your tongue along his shaft.
âYou think this is funny?â he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lips with a possessive touch. âYou think youâre in control here?â The amusement in his voice was gone, replaced with a low, simmering intensity that made your pulse quicken.
Before you could respond, Sukuna yanked you up, pulling you to your feet with a force that left your heart racing. He spun you around again, pressing your back against the wall, his chest flush against your front as his hands roamed over your body. The roughness of his touch sent shivers down your spine, your skin tingling with the mix of pleasure and dominance that radiated from him.
âLetâs see how long you can hold on to that defiance,â he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His hand slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the full weight of his cock pressing against your stomach. âYouâll break eventually. You always do.â
Your body responded instinctively to his dominance as you clenched your thighs together. Sukuna was testing your limits, pushing you to the brink of submission, and you knew that the game you had started was far from over. The tension between you crackled like electricity, the air thick with the promise of what was to come.
He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand as his other hand travelled down your body, his touch rough and demanding. His smirk widening as he saw the way your chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, your defiance crumbling under the weight of his dominance.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "To be at my mercy? To feel my power over you?"
You could only whimper in response, your body trembling with desire as Sukunaâs fingers danced over across your breasts, playfully rolling your nipples between his fingers, tugging them slightly, teasing you but never giving you the satisfaction you craved. He smirked, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him, the control he held over you absolute.
"You donât get to decide when I reward you," he grumbled, "I do."
Sukunaâs hand tightened around your wrists, his grip firm but not painful as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Tell me who you belong to," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, filled with an authority that made your heart race.
You swallowed hard, your defiance wavering under the weight of his dominance. "You," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desire. "I belong to you."
Sukunaâs lips crashed down on yours, the kiss rough and demanding, filled with the intensity of his dominance. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, pulling a moan from your throat as he claimed your mouth with brutal precision. His hands explored your curves, gripping your hips, your thighs, your ass that was still sore, as if he was staking his claim on every inch of you.
With each deliberate breath, you steadied yourself, your heart racing as you mentally prepared for the brutal onslaught of his strength. You knew what was comingâthe way he would thrust into you with a force that left you gasping, the raw power behind every movement. The pleasure and pain that would mingle into a heady mixture, overwhelming your senses until there was nothing left but him.
The anticipation was almost too much to bear, your body aching for the release you knew only Sukuna could give. His fingers trailed down your back, a possessive touch that claimed you inch by inch, as if reminding you that you were his to do with as he pleased.
And then, without warning or any preparation he thrust into you with a brutal force that knocked the air from your lungs. Your hands clung to his shoulders, struggling to maintain your balance as Sukunaâs body slammed into yours, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the chamber.
You were thankful that seeing him like this had you already soaked, else that stretch wouldâve been a lot more painful with his size.
He didnât hold back. Each thrust was powerful, relentless, his hips driving into yours with a ferocity that left you gasping. The intensity of it was overwhelming, his movements claiming you completely, pushing you past the point of pleasure and into a realm where pain and ecstasy became one.
Your body rocked against the wall, your breath coming in ragged, desperate pants as Sukunaâs pace only quickened. The sheer force of his movements left you clinging to the stone for support, your legs trembling with the effort of keeping yourself upright. He hooked a hand under your leg as he lifted you up slightly to get a better angle, your walls clenching around his cock every time he drove it in.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Already falling apart."
His hand tightened on your hips as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the side of your neck. "Youâre my favourite," he hissed, his breath hot against your skin. "So donât give me reason to neglect you."
Every punishing thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body, building higher and higher until it was almost too much to bear. The heat between you intensified, your bodies moving in perfect, brutal sync, the rhythm of your connection raw and primal.
"You feel that?" Sukunaâs voice was a low, dangerous growl in your ear as he brought his other hand to your belly, his hand over the bulge he was causing. "You will never feel this anywhere else.â
He drove into you with even greater force, his body demanding your submission with every movement. And as the pleasure built to a fever pitch inside you, your mind blanked, consumed by the sheer intensity of what he was doing to you.
Sukunaâs thrusts became more brutal, more relentless with each passing second. The intensity of his movements left you breathless, your body barely able to keep up with the raw, savage force of him. The cold stone of the wall pressed against your back, and his hand on your leg, the only thing holding you upright as Sukuna claimed you with an aggression that sent shivers through your entire being.
His hands gripped your hips with a bruising force, pulling you into him with every movement, demanding your full surrender. The overwhelming pleasure mingled with a burning ache that left you trembling, each sensation more intense than the one before.
"Is this what you wanted?" Sukuna growled, his voice thick with both anger and lust. "You wanted to test me? Thought you could defy me, hmm?"
His tone was sharp, laced with danger, and each word only made your pulse race faster. You could feel the fury in his movements, the way he drove into you with a punishing rhythm that left you gasping for air. Your mind spun, the pleasure so overwhelming it was hard to think straight, but through the haze of sensation, you realised the truth: youâd pushed him too far.
"I'm sorry," you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sounds of his body slamming into yours. "I'm sorry, Sukuna⊠I didnât meanâ"
Before you could finish, he thrust into you harder, his hand yanking your hair back so that your head snapped up, forcing you to meet his eyes as he leaned over you. His gaze burned with fury and satisfaction, and the sight of it made your stomach flip.
"Oh, youâre sorry now, are you?" he hissed, his breath hot against your ear. "Begging for forgiveness already? Pathetic."
His hips slammed into yours again, the brutal pace leaving you reeling, the sheer force of his movements pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You cried out, your fingers digging into the stone wall as you tried to brace yourself against the onslaught of pleasure and pain.
"Please," you gasped, your voice trembling as his relentless thrusts made it hard to speak. "Iâm sorry⊠I shouldnât have⊠I didnât mean toâ"
But Sukuna wasnât interested in your apologies. If anything, your desperate pleas only seemed to drive him further, his pace quickening, the heat between you growing unbearable. His hand snaked around your throat, gripping it just tightly enough to make you aware of his control, his dominance over you absolute.
"You think I care about your sorry little words?" Sukuna growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You think an apology is going to stop me now?"
His grip on your neck tightened just enough to make your breath hitch, and you could feel your body responding, the ache between your legs growing more intense with every punishing thrust. His pace was faster now, the rhythm of his hips brutal, leaving you no time to catch your breath as he took you harder, faster.
Your body was on fire, each thrust pushing you further into a dizzying spiral of pleasure that made it impossible to think of anything but him. Every time you tried to form words, they were swallowed by gasps and cries of pleasure, your mind barely able to keep up with the sheer intensity of what Sukuna was doing to you.
"Iâm sorry," you whimpered again, your voice breaking as he pounded into you, the force of his movements overwhelming every sense. "I⊠I wonât disobey again⊠I promiseâŠ"
Sukunaâs hand moved from your throat to your waist, pulling you back into him with a bruising grip as he sped up even more, the wet sound of your bodies crashing together filling the air. His breathing was ragged now, and you could feel the heat of his skin against yours, the way his body enveloped you, completely dominating you.
"Is that so?" he snarled, his voice thick with satisfaction as he drove into you harder. "Youâre sorry now⊠but itâs too late for that."
His hips slammed into yours with a ferocity that made your legs shake, your entire body trembling as he took you mercilessly. You could barely keep yourself upright, every muscle in your body tensing with the effort of staying grounded under the relentless onslaught of his thrusts, your pussy welcoming him in with every movement of his cock, it was embarrassing how much your body betrayed you.
"Iâll make sure you remember this," he growled, his breath hot against your skin as his pace became almost punishing. "Next time you think about disobeying me, youâll remember exactly what happens."
Sukuna's grip tightened as he drove into you with merciless abandon, his pace unrelenting as your body quaked beneath him. The overwhelming sensation was pushing you closer and closer to the edge, your muscles tensing in anticipation of release. But just as you felt that familiar surge of pleasure coil tighter, ready to snap, Sukuna suddenly pulled back, leaving you teetering on the brink, your pussy clenching around nothing at the loss.
Your breath hitched, a desperate whimper escaping your lips as the pleasure was ripped away from you. He slowed his movements, rolling his hips with an agonisingly deliberate pace, teasing you with just enough sensation to keep you trembling but never enough to send you over.
"S-Sukuna," you gasped, your voice trembling with need, your body aching for the release that had been so cruelly denied. "Please... please, Iâ"
He cut you off with a low, mocking laugh, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you still, his chest pressed against your back. The heat of his body was suffocating, his presence overwhelming as he leaned down to speak directly into your ear.
"You really think you deserve to come after all that?" he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "After the way you acted? You donât get to have what you want."
You whimpered again, your body trembling with frustration as Sukuna slowed his thrusts to a maddening crawl, each movement deliberate, calculated to keep you on edge without ever granting you the release you so desperately craved.
His hands moved from your hips to your thighs, spreading you wider as he pushed his cock deeper inside, filling you completely with slow, torturous strokes. Your breath came in shallow gasps, every nerve in your body strung tight with anticipation, but no matter how hard you tried to chase that elusive climax, Sukuna remained in control.
"Iâm the one who decides when you get to come," he growled, his voice dark and commanding. "And you havenât earned it today."
He increased the pace only slightly, enough to send another wave of pleasure through you, but still holding you just at the edge of satisfaction. You could feel him nearing his own release, his breathing becoming heavier, his thrusts more forceful, but even as his body tensed with his impending climax, he refused to let you finish.
"Look at you," he mocked, his voice filled with dark amusement. "Begging for something youâre not even worthy of."
Sukunaâs rhythm grew faster, his hips snapping into you with an intensity that sent you reeling. The heat between your bodies built to a fever pitch, his ragged breaths mingling with your gasps as you clung to the edge of control. You could feel yourself spiralling toward the brink of release, your entire body tensing, desperate to fall over that edge. But just as the pleasure began to crest, Sukuna let out a low, guttural growl, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his peak.
With one last deep thrust, he groaned, his body stilling as he spilled into you, his grip on your hips tightening with possessive force. His cum shot out, thick streams of white painting your walls, a neverending load it felt like with how prolonged it was. His breath came in hot, uneven pants against your skin, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he rode out his climax. You could feel the heat of him inside you, the weight of his release, but the moment your own release seemed within reach, Sukuna stopped moving completely.
You whimpered, the need still burning fiercely in your core, your body quaking with the intensity of being left teetering on the edge. You tried to grind against him, desperate for that final push, but his hands clamped down on your hips, holding you in place. The realisation hit you hard â he really wasnât going to let you finish.
"Sukuna... please," you gasped, your voice strained, body trembling with unfulfilled need. "I-I need toâ"
He chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to look down at you, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Oh, you thought Iâd change my mind?" His voice was thick with amusement, utterly unapologetic. "Not this time."
You moaned in frustration, your body still pulsing with the aftershocks of his rough pace, the pleasure so close yet just out of reach. Sukunaâs grip on your hips remained firm as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear.
"You're lucky I let you have this much," he growled, the tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Maybe next time youâll think twice before misbehaving."
He pulled out slowly, his absence leaving you feeling unbearably empty, your body still throbbing with unsatisfied need. He watched you squirm beneath him, clearly revelling in your frustration, a twisted smile playing on his lips.
Sukunaâs dark chuckle echoed in the room as he loomed over you, watching the frustration play across your features. You could feel your body trembling with the intensity of everything left unresolved, a quiet whine escaping your throat as you tried, one last time, to reach for him. But before you could make any move, he shifted, his hand coming to rest atop your head.
The touch was shockingly gentle, a contrast to the roughness youâd just endured, as he stroked your hair almost⊠fondly. You glanced up at him, confusion flickering across your face, but Sukunaâs expression was one of twisted amusement.
"Donât pout," he murmured, still smirking as he patted your head in that condescending way. "Iâm not so heartless as to leave you completely unsatisfied." His voice dripped with mockery, but there was an underlying promise thereâsomething dark and teasing.
You bit your lip, your heart still racing, unsure what he meant. Did he intend to give you an orgasm after all? Yet instead of returning his hands to your body, he let them slide away, leaving you even more bewildered.
With a casual shrug, Sukuna stood, towering over you, clearly savouring the sight of your needy, trembling form sprawled before him. As he moved toward the door, you caught his last remark.
"Iâll let you sleep in my chambers tonight," he tossed over his shoulder, his tone almost dismissive. "Consider that a kindness."
His words hung in the air, thick with his typical arrogance. Sleeping in his chambers meant youâd be close, within reach of him, and perhaps heâd allow more later. But it also meant the control still belonged to him, and you would have to wait, to endure.
He looked back at you once more, that cruel, satisfied grin still etched on his face. "See? Iâm not entirely heartless," he teased, the sarcasm in his voice unmistakable.
Then, without another word, he turned and walked out, leaving you to gather yourself, the heat of your desire still thrumming in your veins. His presence lingered even after he was gone, the promise of what might come next hanging over you like a heavy, tantalising shadow.
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đđđđđđđ!đđđđ đđđđđ đ đđđđđđ â pristine and perfect, filled with grace and elegance, yet tainted with greed . . greed for you . .
gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / slight religious themes?, I suppose it's a fictional religion, I'm still world-building / pathetic and submissive yandere / suggestive content? / he paints the reader as a source of comfort / stalking, which is conveniently described as 'adorable' and 'innocent' behavior /
masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: ok so the person mentioned is supposed to be the God of this world, their introduction will also be out soon enough . . currently dropping hints here because world-building fun!!
Takamoto was an Arch-angel, one of the highest ranked angels in heavenâhe was pure and truly the definition of elegance, he was never greedy, and he was almost always seen smiling or happy. For he, was truly contempt with his life, and position.
Takamoto was always someone who had truly been satisfied with all that he was given, he never craved moreâhe always thought and frankly believed, that he had received all that he deserved and that he should be contempt with what he has. He never really had any passion or desire for anything moreâhe was grateful with everythingâhe believed all his hardships had reasoning behind it, and that it will all eventually be solved. In fact a part of him believed he deserved any hardship he came by.
Many would believe he was naive for that sort of mindset, and many angels did truly believe him to be just that, yet against all odds he rose up the ranks fairly quickly for this sort of mindset, and of course his loyalty to his beliefs. Takamoto was sweet, he'd help everyone out, and would introduce new souls, and angels throughout the lands of heaven on his free time, he'd help guide souls and his fellow angels everywhere he could . . yet things slowly changed when he first met you . .
Takamoto was visiting, what could only be described as the countryside of heaven, with vast green fields, cozy homes, acres of farmland, etc . . He was checking in for this years harvest, as per high courts orders . . when he saw you, you were so graceful, your wings sparkled in the light, you were radiant, you're eyes glimmered as both of your eyes met for a brief moment . . he felt his heart skip a beat. . his face was heating up slightly, his face dusted with shades of bright pink.
His mouth hung slightly open, as his gaze lingered on you figure, taking in the sightâyour wings were lovely, much smaller than his . . were you a new soul? Perhaps you were a lower ranked angel and hence why you both never quite met . . He wanted to know more about youâhe need to know more about youâwhere were you going? . . . and before he knew it, he found himself following you, trailing behind you silently.
He found himself frequenting areas he last saw you, it was all so innocent at first, many of his fellow coworkers described him as a young schoolboy in love, teasing him for his oh so adorable behavior . .
Takamoto didn't notice how much you were invading his life, he hadn't even been able to hold a proper sentence with you yet . . . but even then his thoughts consumed of you, whenever he did paperwork, he'd doodle your face, his room was filled with various portraits of you . .
He found himself overtime growing desperate, impure thoughts flooding his mind, greed sinking its claws into his sensitive and naive hurtâhe was the utter picture of perfection, just look at him, he was everything an angel . . a human, anyone should be!?!? Why aren't you looking his way!â . . he took deep breaths, his own fingers digging into his skin, as he tried calming himself.
Gold drips from his arm, the bruise left from his fingers still freshâgolden blood stained his pretty pale fingersâpupils dilating as he took deep breaths, a ruined portrait of your face on the aisle, paint splatters surrounded him, tainting his legs, as a mirror lay broken on the floor.
"Fuck", he cussed softly, tears threatening to spill, his usually well-kept hair was a mess . . "why can't I draw them . . ?", he asked, his voice hoarse, as he tried his best to contain the anger he felt at that moment, "why can't I fucking draw them??", his nails dig into the floor, as the door creaked open.
You need to love him, you need to see him. He had never craved someone's validation, he deserved this, he deserved you! He could offer you everything, he was perfect! Everyone he knows, envied that about him . . surely you'd notice, you have too . .
He turned to face the person at the door, tears now dripping down his cheek, he mumbled something under his breath, before he started begging, "Please, please, help me . . my lord"
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Devout Worshiper
Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader
Rating: E (EXPLICIT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)
Warnings: Explicit sex! This is literally pure smut.
Word count: About 3.3k
Synopsis: The Prince Regent expresses his carnal desire and devotion to you atop the Iron Throne.
Authorâs note: We were robbed! I can't believe they never showed us Aemond sitting on the Iron Throne or wearing a crown! So anyway I tried to fix it with this fic- please accept my humble offering.
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It was long after the moon rose and the knocking on your chamber door was loud and insistent. It made you nervous, and as you opened the door your confusion only grew.Â
A kingsguard stood in your doorway.Â
âMy lady, the Prince Regent requests your presence in the throne room.â He said sternly, making it clear it was more of a demand than a request.Â
Prince Regent?Â
Trepidation filled you, but you only nodded demurely and followed his lead.Â
You flinched as thunder cracked loud enough to hurt your ears. Flashes of lightning lit your way through the halls of the Red Keep as rain poured.Â
The kingsguard opened the door to the throne room and gestured for you to enter. He did not follow you, only closed the door behind you, sealing you in.Â
Lightning flashed again and you saw the Prince Regent where he lounged on the iron throne. His long silver hair practically shimmered in the low light, his legs were spread, and his gaze was heart stoppingly intimidating.Â
Your heart skipped a beat, but for a completely different reason.Â
âAemond,â you breathed out, walking forward again so eagerly you nearly tripped over your own feet.Â
You heard that he and Vhagar had returned to Kingâs Landing after the battle, but hadn't seen him yet. He looked good, completely himself, not a scratch on him and not a hair out of place. You were so relieved.Â
He murmured your name too, strong unidentifiedÂ
emotion behind the syllables.Â
As you beheld your childhood best friend, he looked the same, but something about him was completely changed. Perhaps it had something to do with the conquerorâs crown that rested upon his brow.Â
You stopped walking as you reached the bottom of the stairs of the throne.Â
âWhat-â
âAegon was grievously harmed in the battle, I have been named Prince Regent while he heals,â he explained.Â
You nodded, you had heard the King was hurt.Â
âAnd you, are you alright?âÂ
He smiled crookedly and nodded.Â
You stared up at him, for the first time in your life uncertain about what to say to your childhood companion. The circumstances of this conversation were far different than any other time you spoke to him.Â
He beckoned you forward, and feeling jittery youÂ
tentatively made your way up the steps of the iron throne.Â
As you reached him, relief overcame you and you laid your hand on his cheek.Â
âIâm so glad youâve returned unharmed. I was so worried for you. I donât know what I would do if-âÂ
He shushed you gently as he placed a large hand on your waist and pulled you closer to him, leading you to stand between his spread legs.Â
You knew that none of this was proper.Â
âI am here,â he murmured and nuzzled his face into your hand.Â
Your heart thumped harder as you tried to pull your hand away, but he intertwined his fingers with yours and prevented you, instead running his nose gently across your skin, invoking goosebumps.Â
He took a deep breath as his nose reached your wrist and let out a soft groan.Â
Your knees threatened to buckle.Â
You should pull away. Walk away. This was wrong, wrong, wrong. You were betrothed to another man. He was betrothed to a woman who was not you.Â
âI thought of nothing but your scent throughout the battle, of returning home to you and smelling you once more,â he said, his voice low and deep, before he pressed his lips to your wrist.Â
âAemond,â you protested weakly.Â
âClaiming you as mine,â he continued, trailing his lips further up your arm, pushing away the fabric in search of your skin.Â
âIt is a sin,â you protested.Â
About a year ago Queen Alicent caught you and Aemond in a passionate kiss, it was not the first kiss between the two of you, and reprimanded you both sharply. Reminded you both that your maidenhood must remain intact and that developing feelings for one another was folly as it was highly likely you would both be betrothed to others.Â
Her words were sharp and you took them to heart. You did your best to squash your feelings for Aemond and treat him only as a friend.Â
But feelings that strong donât merely disappear⊠and it seemed Aemondâs desire for you remained as fiery as ever.Â
âNothing between you and I could ever be a sin. We were made for each other,â he said urgently, his lips now reaching the skin revealed by your collar as he pulled you even closer.Â
Your breath hitched in your throat.Â
âWe are betrothed to marry others,â you said even as you whined at the feel of his lips against your throat.Â
âFuck that,â he said as he bit down on the most sensitive part of your neck.Â
Your grip on his shoulder tightened even as you plunged your other hand in his hair at the back of his head and held him closer, tighter, never wanting to be apart from him again.Â
He chuckled darkly and licked up your throat to your jaw.Â
âAemond,â you panted and he pulled back enough to look you in the eye, one hand slipping to caress the side of your face.Â
âYou are mine,â he growled.Â
You whimpered.Â
âSay it,â he ordered.Â
âIâm yours,â you breathed out.Â
You stared into his violet gaze, overwhelmed by the emotion you beheld.Â
âAnd I am yours,â he said.Â
âAnd you are mine,â you repeated.Â
You werenât sure who moved first, but his lips crashed into yours, and it was like coming up for air. You couldnât breathe without him, hadnât been able to breathe properly in a year, and now in his arms with his lips covering yours, your breaths came properly.
He pulled back all too soon, and said, âWe will say our vows again on the morrow in the sept. I am Prince Regent now, I sit upon the Iron Throne, no one can deny us. You will be mine for the rest of our lives.âÂ
The crack in your heart that has festered over the last year healed over instantly and you scrambled upon his lap as you kissed him once more.Â
As your tongue tangled with his and you both gripped one another tighter, as he held you closer than youâd ever been held.Â
âFinally, finally, finallyâ your heart and soul sang. He let out a cocky chuckle and you realized youâd said the words out loud.Â
He pulled your legs apart, spreading them as you settled more comfortably on his lap, your dress no longer a barrier between the two of you as his tongue flicked against yours.Â
Heat ran up your spine as the taste of him filled your mouth, as your blood pounded through your veins, as he somehow managed to pull you even closer- practically crushing you against him.Â
His hand ran up from your waist, his palm enveloping and gently squeezing your breast, and an erotic moan escaped from your lips, spilling into his mouth.Â
He pulled your mouth closer, tangling his tongue with yours as he moaned back. His fingers began to tug at the laces of your bodice, and you pulled back with a small gasp.Â
âAemond,â you whispered in concern, looking back to make sure you were well and truly alone.Â
âI ordered them to leave us be and guard the doors. No one will interrupt us,â he reassured as he tugged again at the tie covering your heaving bosom.Â
Your breasts spilled from your dress as you stared into his eye. You reached around his head and unbuckled the eyepatch, letting it fall to the side, rendering him bare too as the sapphire eye glittered- a reflection of the flashing lightning.Â
His gaze dropped to your chest, and with hands on your waist he led you to move your hips, grinding down on his hardened length. Â
Your whimper turned into a gasp as his lips left hot opened mouthed kisses that trailed from the hollow of your throat to your breasts.Â
As his mouth enveloped your nipple, his tongue swirled on the sensitive bud and you let out a breathy, âOh!â. You continued to grind down on him, your breaths quickening as heat filled your core.Â
His thumb flicked your other nipple as he suckled and moaned. The crown on his head slid down on his forehead for the third time, getting in his way and irritating him. He yanked it off his brow and placed it on your head before returning his attention to your breasts.Â
Your head fell back and you moaned wantonly at the eroticism of the action. His hands yanked at your skirts, rucking them up enough that his long warm fingers met the sensitive skin of your upper thighs.Â
You shivered at his touch even as a bead of sweat dripped down your spine in the cold throne room.Â
Never, youâd never been touched in such a way, never been worshiped in such a way, never had the love of your life fully expressed his devotion to you. And when his fingers slipped into your slick and lust swollen cunt, you knew youâd be his until the day you died.
Those fingers teased and rubbed, finding their way to the pinpoint of your pleasure and you gasped so loud it echoed throughout the room.Â
He hummed in approval, his lips quirking into a smirk as he looked up at you and you yanked on his hair pulling him into another heated kiss.Â
His finger, that damned finger, swirled around your clit and you bit his lip.Â
He hissed your name and sunk a finger inside your desperate cunt. This, this was heaven. Fuck the gods and religion, you were his and he was yours and nothing else mattered.Â
He slipped another finger inside you, pumping them in and out gently and you moaned as you clenched around those perfect fingers.Â
âYouâre perfect like this,â he groaned and you whined once more at the praise and with the flick of his thumb against your clit you gasped his name.Â
His breaths came heavier as he watched you near your peak, the pupil in his eye lust blown, and the type of adoration in his gaze youâd always yearned for from him.Â
Heat coiled in your core, your heartbeat pounded throughout your whole body, and with a moan of his name you came harder than your own fingers had ever brought you.Â
His lips were on yours, consuming and devouring you hungrily, swallowing the sounds of pleasure from your lips that only he could elicit.Â
Your desire for him did not diminish, no you needed him somehow even more now. You wiggled your hand between the two of you and ran your hand across his hardened cock.Â
He moaned into your mouth, and feeling emboldened, you began to attempt to free it from his tight pants. He chuckled, placed a kiss on your jaw and took mercy on you, and assisted you.Â
You wrapped your hand around his hardened length, trepidation filling you at the size of him, and you looked back up at his face with a shaky breath, suddenly feeling bashful at your lack of experience. Â
Doubt flickered in your mind, what if you couldnât please him? What if-Â
His lips were on yours once again, he kissed you with a steadfastness that reminded you that this was in no way meaningless, this was Aemond - your best friend- expressing his love for you.Â
âIâve got you,â he murmured in your ear as he trailed his lips across your throat. His large hand wrapped around your much smaller one and guided you to wrap your hand around his cock.Â
You whimpered in desire as he continued to guide you to stroke his throbbing length. He led you to twist your wrist, showed you where to grip tighter, guided you to pump his cock up and down until he was groaning.Â
He let go of your hand, and you continued to pleasure him, feeling more powerful than ever before as you held the cock of the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, as he again dipped his head and encapsulated your nipple in his warm wet mouth.Â
You both whimpered in pleasure, and as you ran your other hand through his silver tresses, pulling his head closer into your chest, you felt that there was nothing better in this life than this.Â
Until he lifted his head once more, his eye wide and filled with love, and you crushed your lips into his.Â
His hand met yours once more, brushing yours away, and he guided his cock to the entrance of your sopping cunt as you settled your hips over his once more.Â
Your breaths came heavier as he said, âYou are mine.âÂ
âIâm yours,â you responded, nodding and following his guidance as you began to sink your hips down on his throbbing cock.Â
You winced slightly at the stretch, but he ran a hand up and down your back, pulled you closer to him- your chest crushing against his, and dripped honeyed reassurances in your ear.
âYou can fit me, my love. You were made for me,â he said.Â
Your heart burned for him, and with his grip on your hip you managed to take him completely inside your soaked cunt. Â
The frantic feeling in both of you eased as you sat on his lap, stuffed full of him, and felt complete in a way you never had before.Â
Your hands ran across his chest, up his shoulders and down to his biceps, gripping the corded muscle you found everywhere. In tandem, he ran his hands up and down your curves, gripping the flesh he found, until his hands enveloped your ass.Â
He gripped your ass and led you to shift your hips, grinding down on him in a circular motion. You let out a breathy, âoh!â The feel of him inside of you as you shifted, moving in an erotic way youâd never moved before, threatened to overcome you.Â
âYou are perfect,â he reassured and you clenched down on him, causing you both to moan.Â
When you were ready, he then guided you to lift your hips up until his cock was almost completely out of your cunt, then you sunk back all the way down, sucking him inside your desperate hole, becoming his in a way that was irreversible.Â
âAemond,â you gasped as you repeated the action, continuing to let him guide you. You finally learned how good it felt to be full, to be so full of him you realized how empty and aching for him youâd felt for years.Â
His grip tight on you, stuffed full of his cock, as his teeth bit down on your neck, youâd never felt so alive- so free.Â
And so you found a rhythm, bounding up and down on his cock, bringing you both pleasure unlike any other.Â
With his hands on your hips, your pace quickened, and one of your hands slipped from his shoulder, looking for more leverage and you cut yourself on a blade of the throne.Â
You yanked your hand back with a gasp, ceasing your motions atop him, and he looked at you wide eyed.Â
âWhat is it?â He asked and you placed your hand in his. He surveyed the small cut on your finger, you both realized it was small, barely more than a papercut really, you were lucky, and then he brought your hand to his lips.Â
You blinked in surprise as he enveloped your finger in his mouth, lips parting and tongue licking the blood off it.Â
You stared at him in shock for one moment, two, then threeâŠ. long enough that his expression became bashful, before you crushed your lips into his, pillaging his mouth with your tongue, desperate to taste yourself inside his mouth.Â
He moaned as his hand on the back of your neck pulled you closer, and then you were both moving again.Â
You felt blissful, stretched out in such a wonderful way, and desperate for anything he threw at you.Â
âMade for me,â he breathed out once again against your lips.Â
âYouâre mine,â you replied as you ground down on him.Â
He huffed out something between a chuckle and a moan, and with a tight grip of your hips, he said, âI am yours until the day I die.âÂ
He punctuated every word with a sharp thrust inside you, and with that he took control from you. You gave it to him gladly, and held onto his shoulders, tangled your fingers in his hair as he thrust up inside you at a pace that kept you from breathing properly.Â
There was a spot inside you, that youâd explored before with your fingers, but never once had you felt like this as his cock hit that spot repeatedly. Your toes curled and you whined his name in a high pitched voice you didnât even recognize as your own.Â
âFor so long I dreamed of what noises I could pull from your lips. Mmmm⊠the real thing is so much better than anything I could have imagined,â he purred in your ear.Â
Your only possible response was a gasp and clenching on his thick length as your mind had separated from your body, there was only him and the pleasure his body provided yours.Â
His muttered words in high valyrian, sweet promises of devotion as he continued to fill you. He filled your body, your heart, your soul, and the only expression of devotion you could return was to come on his cock.Â
With a moan and a squelch you gushed around him and he gasped, holding you tighter, somehow increasing his pace- the intensity of his thrusts as he followed you over the edge.Â
With one final push inside your cunt, he climaxed inside you, filling you with his come, and it was all you could do to kiss him, sloppily and desperate, as he marked you as his.Â
You rested your head in his shoulder, breathing him in as you both came down and attempted to slow your heart rates.Â
He tattooed his name against your being as he pressed his lips to any bare skin he could reach.Â
âI love you,â you whispered, completely baring yourself to him, feeling more vulnerable than ever before, despite your state of undress, despite the fact that he was still inside you.Â
âI have loved you for as long as I have known what love is, and I will continue to do so until I am ashes in the wind,â he swore, pulling back to meet your gaze.Â
You could only wrap your arms tighter around him and hold him.Â
Eventually, he disentangled the two of you, but swatted your hands away as you attempted to retie your bodice.Â
âI never said I was done with you,â he growled.Â
A shiver ran down your sweat slicked spine.Â
You merely let him lead you to stand, watched as he tucked himself back into his pants, then he led you to sit on the iron throne.Â
âAemond,â you protested, but he merely shook his head at you, took a step back, and stared at you.Â
There was desire, possessiveness, and feral satisfaction in his eye as he looked you up and down in your disheveled state that he caused.Â
You could only imagine how you looked, sprawled on a throne you had no right to sit on, your breasts spilling from your dress, your hair disheveled, and a Targaryen crown crooked utop your head.Â
But the Prince Regent only kneeled before you.Â
Any doubts of his allegiance, any doubts in him flew away like feathers in the wind as Aemond Targaryen knelt before you, bowed his silver head, then lifted your skirts and spread your legs.Â
His groan was drowned out by your loud gasp as he began to feast on you.Â
Aemond ruined you and made you anew in the throne room that night, and at dawn the next morning he brought you to the sept and made good on his promise to marry you.Â
Damn the consequences and opinions of others, before all the gods Aemond Targaryen declared his devotion to you above all.Â
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Chasing the bounty hunter (Day 5/8 of the 10k followers event)
Griffin x gn!reader || primal play, chasing, breeding, cum inflation, size difference || tw: kidnapping
When he captured you, you were surprised about it. You followed him for days, tracking all his movements, being on his tail until you were almost ready to catch it⊠But he got to you first. You werenât expecting him to turn around and chase you down. And above all, you werenât expecting the rush of adrenaline and heat that the chase gave you.
He captured you and brought you to his house in the mountains, you didnât know what you were expecting but a cottage-core cabin with enough greenery to be a botanical garden wasnât it. You were surprised about it, too. And what shocked you the most was how nice he was. He captured you because you were following him, because he knew there was a price on his head and you were a bounty hunter. He knew all of that, but instead of killing you on sight, he captured you to keep you around. It felt a bit insulting that he treated you almost like a pet⊠But it also made something inside of you burn hotter than the sun.
He insisted on you going away, but you didnât want to. If you went back to the village, you would have to explain why the griffin wasnât with you, how you let him escape⊠And someone else would end up trying to catch him. So you stayed. (You didnât think too much about how it just felt right to be with him, how comfortable you were in his houseâŠ)
You spent there about two weeks by the time you wanted nothing else but to climb him like a tree. The house was immense, perfect for his big body but a bit difficult with your human size. He didnât mind though, he helped you get everything, he cooked for you, and he let you his nest to sleep at night. It took you four days to convince him you should sleep in the nest together, there was enough space. If you woke up sprawled over him, it was just an unconscious thing⊠right?
But without realizing, feelings started to grow. You became tender of him, every little quirk he had made you melt inside, and you knew he felt the same way. He kept looking at you with fire in his eyes, but also with a fondness so deep that made your heart beat faster and faster.
It took you two a month to kiss for the first time. His beak was a weird feeling against your mouth, but in a way⊠it worked. It worked and it felt great and made you moan against him, your body melting as he grabbed your waist and pulled you up against his body. It was exhilarating.
âI want us to fuck,â you blurted as he took the weeds out of the garden. You were sitting in the shade because he was worried your fragile skin would get burned.
He didnât even turn around to answer. âWe canât.â
But you werenât having any of his nonsense. âOh yes⊠Yes, we can. Definitely can. I want to. You want to. We can.â He turned around then, his eyes tracking your every movement as he checked for your reactions. You bet he was checking for your vitals signs with his super-senses.
âYou are so tiny. I would break you,â he told you, his voice leaving no room for argument.
But if you were something was stubborn as fuck. âAnd I would say thank you after,â you teased, being more than okay with him squeezing you if that meant getting him to fuck you senseless. âCome on, dude, you want it. I want it. Let me have that good, good griffin dick.â You knew he would appreciate your bluntness, but also that it would make his proper self get all blush-y.
He looked so flustered that you wanted to giggle. âYou were sent to capture me.â Well, he had a point there, but at the moment you wanted nothing else but to be chased. And to be captured.
âBut you captured me first. And now I donât want to capture you anymore, I like you⊠I- I might love you,â you confessed, your heart beating fast. His face was unreadable, but you didnât leave him room to say anything before you continued talking. âAnd I want to fuck you until we are both breathing hard and covered in fluids.â
âThat- That sounds disgusting,â he said in a joking tone.
âStop being a lying liar who lies. Donât you want me?â You asked, analyzing his body for any response to that question. He nodded intensely, his big body moving with the inertia. You giggled and nodded, too. âHave me, then.â
He was doing the freaky vital signs again to look for some kind of signal that you were lying, when he didnât find any, he asked: âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
He didnât look that convinced, always worried about your humanity. âBut what ifâŠâ You didnât let him finish that thought.
âIâm gonna stop you right there. Iâm gonna run, and you are gonna chase me, and when you get me, I hope to be pounded into the ground until Iâm full of cum and my legs donât function anymore.â His face was like a poem, a filthy, filthy poem. You could see his nostrils dilating as he imagined the picture you just formed for him. You were so ready to be fucked senseless. âOkay?â You asked again, wanting to make sure he wanted it as much as you did.
âYes.â He agreed, his eyes burning with desire. âNow run.â His growl was enough to send hot lava through your veins, excitement and arousal filling your insides until you were trembling as you bolted from there.
You ran through the forest like a soul followed by the devil. First you couldnât hear a single noise over your heartbeat, but as the house disappeared in the distance, the forest around you became alive. You could feel everything. The sound of little animals, the sound of the breeze moving the leaves and the flowers, the smell of dirt and spring in the air⊠and the metallic taste of your fear and arousal. You knew he was behind you, you could feel him following you but couldnât see him. The excitement of the chase was making you all kinds of turned on.
Your heart was beating so hard you feared he could hear it, he probably could. And you knew his scenting was a lot better, so he could probably track you just by arousal alone. You were so horny at the moment that you could scream.
âI can smell your arousal, smells like honey.â You could hear him inhale behind you, growling at every intake of breath. âYou want to be caught that bad?â His voice was teasing, like nothing youâd heard before. He was always so proper⊠But right then he sounded like sex and wildness, and that made you even hotter.
You kept running, but you didnât get too far. When he caught you, he pushed you to the ground, his big body covering you. His breathing was labored behind you, and you smirked, knowing he was as affected as you with your little chase-scene. He ripped your clothes off and you groaned, mourning the lose of your shirt and pants for a total of three seconds before you felt the tip of his dick against your hole and you cried out.
He pinned you to the ground and started entering you, bit by bit until he was settled so deep inside you could feel him at the back of your throat. So big, so wild. âYou okay?â He whispered, always the gentleman.
âYes. Fuck me.â He didnât have to be told twice.
He fucked you like a madman, in and out at the speed of light as he grunted and growled and went feral over you. Telling you how good your hole felt, how amazing you were and how glad he was he captured you that day. You were dizzy with desire and pleasure.
He made you come twice before he came inside of you, just like you asked. You knew it would be a lot, but you werenât expecting the sheer amount of cum⊠He filled you until your stomach was bloated and you were a messy drooling body over the forest floor. You were drunk on his cum, and you didn't want to analyze how much of a cum-slut you discovered you were in that exact second.
He didnât pull out. His dick still hard was nested inside of you as he breathed hard against your ear and you whimpered. Your stomach felt too big, your hole too raw⊠But that didnât stop him from fucking you full over again, making you cum twice more in the process, the filthy sounds of his cum dripping around his dick were exhilarating.
And when he said: âI might love you, too.â Your world shattered into a million pieces once again.
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fox!phillip graves
cw: pwp/smut, hybrid!au, fox!graves, bunny!reader, breeding, pregnancy, innocent!reader, possessive behaviour
bunny says: *big shrug*
graves had a thing about taking in strays. the little bunny who came into his nice home. he was a well to do fox, and he couldn't stand the sight of you there near the edge of his property in so little. you were going to catch a cold!
but don't worry, the fox hybrid would take care of you. he bathed you, dressed you, fed you. he was just smitten by you. he even let you snuggle up with him when he watched the football game on the big television he had.
"do you like that?" he asked as he stroked your ears, "do you know what game this is, little one?" he pushed the hair out of your eyes.
you nodded, "i..i think i do."
he chuckled and got behind those long ears, "aw, well. let me explain the rules to you." he then reached over and pulled the throw blanket further over top of you. you were so frail, something this small and weak should be protected. and graves loved saving the day.
when you saw a streak of orange around the large house he owned, you'd chase after it. usually it was graves' tail. you were just so innocent. over the next few days he'd ask questions about your life before he met you.
you were a virgin, you had no bunnies hidden somewhere, yes the tail was sensitive, and you loved stews. it was honestly endearing. he promised he'd make you all the stews you wanted.
you were often cuddled up beside him. he wasn't a wildling like you, he was a proper man. he told you he led a group of strong men. and you looked up at him with those darling eyes of yours.
"but i thought you were the strongest man."
he chuckled and kissed the top of your head. he rubbed your face, and made you look at him, "i am darlin'."
it wasn't hard to get him to sink his heavy cock into your sweet bunny cunt. he sat on the edge of the bed, naked and his cock at full attention. he watched you strip from the clothes he bought for you. you were still getting used to the cute dressed and delicate fabrics.
there was a lot he had to teach you about the finer things in life. he was aroused at the sight of you. his little bunny. who was sweeter than apple pie and softer than marshmallows. he wondered how you managed to survive this long.
"my little bunny." he purred as he took you by the hips and got you seated on his cock. he'd make sure that his cock was situated firmly against your cervix.
"feels big." you whimpered.
"yeah, yeah. always hurts the first time, but i promise you'll feel good soon." he held onto your softer hips. no longer were you skin and bone. making sure you were fed.
you held onto his shoulders as he started to help you get comfortable with the pace he liked. his tail moved on the bed behind him as he watched you begin to move on your own.
"like a pro, huh? you sure you've never been with a man before."
you shook your head, "no. only you."
well wasn't he special. he hoped you'd get used to this position with time. as it was one of the more comfortable ways to have sex when pregnant with kits. his hands trailed up and down your sides. you'd be making a good mama for his babies.
the pleasure began to curl up in your gut as you continued to ride him. he was right, it was feeling better!
"such a cute little bunny." he purred. he looked perfect from those blue eyes to those perfect teeth. with just a bit of his fangs poking out. bunnies and foxes rarely get along, so it was quite the sight to see two fucking.
your heartbeat was in your throat as you continued to feel his cock nudge up into the deepest parts of you. you ran your nails across his shoulders as you arched your back.
"please, phillip." you whimpered.
He palmed your ass and grabbed it, "good girl." his voice was low, "see you know where you are in the food chain." he chuckled softly, his voice was tinged with venom, "bunnies need to keep their cunts full. reason why you breed so fast. but i think you're more suited to live a comfortable life with me. be full of fox seed." he flashed his white teeth at you.
you covered your face your hands, a little embarrassed by your words. but he took them away from you. he looked into your eyes he held onto your hands in his larger hands. he bucked his hips with a rapid movement.
"don't hide yourself from me. i want to see my mate. don't make me tie you up."
"no, phillip." you whimpered. he placed your hands back on his shoulders and continued to thrust up into you. he controlled the pace, he was a man who had to be in control or else.
he watched your breasts bounce with each thrusts of your hips. you bounced on him like it was a game, but he knew that from the look on your face you were feeling very good.
"pretty bunny." he purred, "i love the sight of your little body fucking yourself onto my cock. i have so much to teach you." he chuckled darkly, "make sure you know how to please your mate. but you're a good learner aren't you?" he took you by the face to look at him square in the eyes.
you nodded, "yes, phillip. i'm a good bunny." you looked so cute, how you stuck out your bottom lip. your head felt hazy as you continued to move against him. your bedroom felt hot as did the pit in your stomach.
"gonna breed your little bunny cunt so nicely." he purred, "that's what you were made for right? for me? that's why nothing else tried to touch you in the forest. no one tainted you for me." his voice was harsh as he felt the rush of pleasure in his body.
you two continued to hump together, the two of you fucked like the animals you were. mating like beasts. he couldn't wait until you were all plush with his kits. he knew you'd be such a good mother to them.
he grabbed at your ass and thrusted up into you even harder. he leaned up and made out with you sloppily. you moaned into the kiss as you both climaxed at the same time.
he slumped a little from the rush to his head. he pressed his face up against your chest as he tried to catch his breath. you held onto him as you started to come down. well, you've never felt something like that before.
when he came to his senses, he looked up at you once more. he smiled, "get on the bed. i ain't done with you. not until it takes." there was a predatory nature in his eyes as you scrambled to get under him once more.
a few sloppy kisses on the lips and he sank his hard cock into you. you kicked out your legs for a moment from the feeling of his heavy cock in you. but then mellowed out, accepting that your bunny cunt was going to be used tonight.
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you puffed out your cheeks and rubbed your lower back. one kit shifted which awoke the other. it wasn't easy being a bunny taking care of two kits.
graves loved the sight of it though. anything you needed, he got for you. he made sure his bunny mate was taken care of! nothing less than the best for you. you were still quite clingy as you waddled through your large home to find your mate.
you were clay between graves' fingers. he was going to make you into the ideal den mother. and he'd be the proud father of all your children. don't worry there was enough room in the house to make sure that your little babies were all safe and sound.
you found him in his office, what he noticed first was the belly as he entered his field of vision. he reached for it and then your hips to put you down onto his lap. he kissed your neck and his cock stirred in his pants.
"my perfect mate." he chuckled, "just perfect. now why don't you get cozy on the pull out bed and let me finish this." he loved his mate. he loved you so much.
this was a lot better than being in the forest. graves may have fangs. but he'd never hurt his little cotton tailed rabbit. <3
xoxo, bunny
#bunny writes#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty smut#call of duty x reader#phillip graves smut#commander phillip graves#phillip graves x reader#phillip graves#graves x you#graves smut#graves x reader#cod graves#hybrid au#call of duty hybrid au#cod hybrid au#fox!graves#bunny!reader
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The Necessity of Old-School Dating
â A relationship should start with flowers and a proper confession.
A/N: I just finished x-men 97 and my crush on Kurt when I was like 15 came back in full force. Like, you cannot tell me this man would not go to lengths trying to charm you.
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x reader
Warning: (1) German pet name in the feminine form that hopefully will not ruin this for any German speakers
Word count: ~1.5k
When Kurt Wagner was in love with you, the entire world would know.
He had a lot of love to give, knocking people off their feet (quite literally) when he made his sudden appearances and tackled his friends with full-body hugs. But with you, he was always more careful. While he made no hesitation in finding his way to you in a puff of purple smoke the second he saw you, he always landed just a step away from you.
He grinned ear to ear, glowing eyes curled into thin moons just at the sight of you. His body leaned towards you slightly, aching to be close to you but restraining himself until you reached out for him first. The heat radiating off his body tempted you to close your eyes and allow your mind to sink into his embrace when he immediately pulled you in after getting the go-ahead.
âIt is good to see you.â His voice was soft in your ear, the vibrations from his chest seeping into your skin.
He made sure to tell you that every time, even though he must be aware that you already knew how often he told you that. But to him, it was important that you hear it from him.
Kurt never pulls away until you do and the lingering of his touch on your back when he does always leaves your skin tingling.
A true gentleman but with a tricksterâs spirit nonetheless. Your back bumped into his anticipating tail, respectfully curved around your form. You gasped when it presented you with a bunch of flowers that he seemingly pulled out of nowhere, the end of his tail holding at the stems.
âOh, you really shouldnât have,â you sheepishly said, âtoday is not even anything special!â
âI like that they make you happy,â he mused, his gaze so soft that it made your face burn, âis that not enough of a reason?â
âThey make me very happy,â you smiled and took the bouquet, his tail gently recoiling from behind you to sit neatly against its owner. You pressed the flowers against your chest, the faint scent of petals tucking at your senses, âThank you, Kurt.â
You did not remember a moment when your room was void of flowers since the very first time he ever gave you any (in fact, you did not even have a vase before that and now it was reserved specifically for flowers he brought you). Some days it was a properly wrapped bouquet, some times it seemed he just saw a daisy on his way and plucked it when he thought of you.
It was a fluttering feeling to be treated special, to have someone show you that you were always on their mind. As much as it was a sweet gesture, it sure was a smart one too. Flowers sitting at the corner of your room reminded you of him whenever your gaze flickered towards them, and it brought a smile to your face whether you intended to or not.
("That brother of mine sure got you smitten for him, doesn't he?"
The sugar-sweet voice broke you out of your trance and you subconsciously stopped toying with the daffodil you had been twirling between your fingers. "I have no idea what you are talking about," you quipped, avoiding Anna-Marie's amused stare.
"Why, is that so?" she crossed her arms in front of her chest in fake thoughtfulness before it broke into a smirk, "Then care to explain what is so special about some little flower that it got you smiling like a fool?"
Your eyes went wide, the smile on your face that you weren't even aware was there dropping in an instant as the realisation hit you in full force.
"Sugar," she said, a loop-sided grin tucked at the corner of her lips, "I know the look of someone in love when I see one.")
They said that if their heart was in the right place then you would never doubt, and he made sure that his intentions were clear from the very moment you caught his eye.
He remembered things you said in passing, asked you to go out for dinners and subtly took note of items your eyes lingered on when you passed by store windows even before there was a proper label to your connection.
Kurt always managed to find excuses to take the long route when he walked with you back to the school. Sure, he could, and usually would, skip the unnecessary process of walking. But the minutes that were saved would be a waste of precious time he could spend with you.
The world was quiet and all was good in these rare moments when you were alone, talking about nothing and everything and all that fell between. He fell a little bit more in love every time you laughed as if his heart was not already threatening to burst out of his chest. He preened in moments like this, standing a little taller and a little closer to you until your shoulders nearly bumped with each slow stride.
And if the knuckle of your fingers happened to brush against his, then he would allow himself to be a bit bold under the disguise of the starry sky to hold your hand.
Kurt was a true believer in the importance of proper courting, putting in the effort and letting the effort be felt. But as much as he enjoyed the tip-toeing and the words that were left unsaid, there came moments when the passion was too much to bear.
It was a night much like any other. You had thought that things were going well, there was laughter and he was being his usual charming self until the two of you started heading back. Under the silver moonlight, he was... quiet. Your gaze flickered towards him in concern but seemingly, he was too deep in his thoughts to notice.
So instead of speaking, you reached for his hand and his walls came crumbling down.
"I wanted to take things slow so that you could consider if my affections, myâ my love is worthy for you." He blurted out, accent thicker than usual in a moment of vulnerability. "But recently, I have been plagued by my own selfishness, that the more you have allowed me in your life, the more I crave to have you all to myself."
"Ah, entschuldige, I am rambling," he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling and guiding your hand so that he faced you properly. You reached out to hold his face and he leaned into the touch, sighing in content at the contact and all the more certain that close could never be close enough when it came to you.
"I like to think that any relationship, any romance, should start with flowers and a proper confession, and you deserve nothing less." he paused, his hand reaching up to hold yours firmly. "My heart is in your hands, mein liebe."
Time stopped, and all was still.
The thudding of your heart was the only thing in your ear as he waited for your answer with bated breath.
The first touch was so light he could barely feel it. Your body reacted before your mind could keep up and at the first brush of your cupid's bow against his lips, perhaps the bravest thing you had ever done even though you had been on literal battlefields, your reason immediately got ahold of the better of you. But before you could start to pull away, doubt and logic melted into a puddle when he crashed into you, strong arms holding you firmly as he returned the kiss with one much deeper than the one before.
He kissed you again, and again, getting light-headed when you pressed your palm flat against his chest and kissed him back every single time.
You gasped when you suddenly felt the ground disappearing from under your feet, purple smoke blurring your vision and your feet stumbling when gravity weighted you down once more. Kurt didn't seem to notice it at all, too drunk in having your body flushed against his.
Bamf, bamf, bamf. You nearly stumbled when you landed one last time, his hand finding its way to hold you by the small of your back before you could fall.
He was out of breath and if you could see under the blue fur of his cheeks you were sure he must be blushing like mad. Still heaving, he pressed his forehead against yours.
"Forgive me, I lost control of myself," he closed his eyes, the tip of his nose touching yours, "you have no idea how happy you make me."
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you decided that a proper confession deserved a proper answer.
"I love you," you said, "it would be a blessing to call you mine."
He chuckled before leaning in once more, this time soft and tender.
"And me, yours."
#can you tell that I love a dramatic romcom/regency-esque confession scene#let's bring back being dramatic fools in love#kurt wagner x reader#nightcrawler x reader#x men x reader#x-men 97 x reader#kurt wagner imagine#nightcrawler imagine
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Like father like son, Part 1
Father P.O.V.
My ex-girlfriend is a witch. Fucked up right? Yeah I never believed in any of this and she knew. And after cheating on her she said she would "make me believe". What a load of crap. I thought. Well, not anymore. Me and my son found ourselves in each others bodies. It happened just as we were normally chatting. We weren't that close, cause I was working most of the time and he was out with his friends enjoying his teen years. I wanted to get close to him, but he seemed to not want to open up to me.
If you have seen a movie Vice Versa where the Dad and son swap bodies while touching the skull. Or is it a transformation? Ah, doesn't matter. Well it happened a bit like that too. We swapped bodies literaly. The clothes stayed where they were previously.
After the initial shock and realisation that it was my girlfriend who caused it, we went to get information from her. My son had to drive, cause his body didn't have a license yet. The start was horrible. He couldn't even keep his eyes on the road, so I had to yell at him what to do. But eventually we got to her house.
On the front door was a note that said:"Went on a holiday for a month. And to my lovely ex-boyfriend - having sex with someone else makes it irreversible :) have fun"
Yeah, so we found out that we were fucked until she got back from her holiday. A month in my teen son's hormone filled body and him in my horny middle aged one. Our chances are very slim I tell you
We got back home, staying quiet on the ride home. We went into the living room and got on the sofa. Then we made a deal. We had to respect our bodies as if it were our own, no sex allowed, no drugs and alcohol. We had to scratch the alcohol, has David said he wants to enjoy the adulthood. But besides that we agreed on everything. We then proceeded to tell each other the details of our schedules. I had to mentally prepare for being in high school again and he had to prepare for a real job. I was actually kind of happy to get back there. I missed being a teen, having less responsibilities etc. Being you, enjoying life, music, love, sex. Ah, fuck. That's gonna be hard
We even had a talk about respecting each others privacy, but after we thought about it, we came to a conclusion that there was no way we could avoid looking at our new bodies naked. We had to take shower some day, or take a shit. All of these are gonna be pretty intimate so that's why.
We agreed that our bedroom's are gonna me our own places that the other can't got to.
And so we went on and parted our ways while leaving to our bedrooms. Maybe we shoould have went to each other's bedroom, but we haven't thought about that. All our clothes were in the other room, but neverminf. My room has its own access to the bathroom so I'll enjoy that.
I took off my shirt first. My sons's athletic lean teen body just being there. My finger tips touching my haird, my lips my cheeks. Tracing my neck, through the ridges I now had, going down to my beautiful abs covered in hair. I was getting hard, is it weird being hard from touching your son's body? Jesus that sounds horrible. But I am not touching my son, he is touching himself, I am just the one in control now.
I got on the ground and took off my jeans. Revealing black boxers with KISS logo and two hairy and long legs. Quite similar to mine actually. Genetics is strong I guess
I headed to the bathroom to get a proper look and clean my new body. I can't neglect my son now.
I took off his boxers. His dick flacid now, but still big. "That's my boy". I went to the bath and turned on the water. But I had no intention in lying in the water now. I had much exploring to do. I started from my feet. The beautiful and clean feet. No hard skin. I took the water and sopa into my hands and brought it up everytime I explored a part of his body. Everything wet marked a place I already knew now
I was now soaping his body above the waist line, enjoying the tight skin of his body. Being young is so amazing. He is mostly hairless, if you don't count some private areas.
I was now soaped up completely, just scrubbing the body up and down. Enjoying every movement I took.
Wow his butt is really nice, almost woman-like. Maybe I could let some guy fuck me. Wait, I can't do that. We can't have sex in each others bodies or we would seal the deal. But masturbation is not off the table I guess.
I took my middle and index finger to try out the resistsance of his hole. Nah, this hole already knows what is about to happen. And then it hit me. Fuck, his prostate his so sensitive. I went and pushed my fingers inside, while my other hand started jerking my already throbbing cock.
It couldn't have been long cause I was almost collapsing from the abundance of strong emotion and stimuli. I shot cum into the bath and then got down into the water.
What a body. Maybe this month isn't gonna be so bad after all
I got out of the shower, to find my body in his own clothes staring at me
"Wow, dad. I see you didn't waste any second huh? Hope you enjoyed it"
"Dave, it's... I'm sorry, it's the hormones. I haven't been this horny for so long. I couldn't control it"
"It's fine dad. I am gonna do the same tonight"
The rest of the week went on pretty smoothly. There were some embarassing moments, like hearing myself having an orgasm in the other bedroom, or finding open porn videos on tv, but besides that not much. I was enjoying being a young guy in high school again and having David's friends around was really great. We hung out all the time. But his friend Liam seemed like he wanted to be more than friends with David. Which complicated things a bit. I was in David's gay body now and his body wanted Liam. But I was holding on
One day we were on a beach just enjoying the weekend. We played some beach volleyball and then we got back to our towels to sunbathe
Andrew, my straight friend, then said:"David? Isn't that your dad with a new chick? Damn, he scored a nice one this time. Would like this one for myself too. Look at those tits."
And he was right. David was walking around with a blonde woman that had a hand on his waist. What took me off guard was that my body started making out with her and grabbing her tits. Not caring who might see.
Wait, does this mean what I think it means? Are we really stuck like this now? I just hope he didn't have sex with her
I changed the story a tiny bit. I was really inspired by the photos so it went to a different direction than I hoped for. I hope you don't mind. If you do, please message me and I'll do another one especially for you :)
A story request from inbox: Hi, can you write a story about a closeted widow muscle dad swapping with his straight twink son and somehow their nethaw body fits their role? The dad in his twink son's body came out as a bottom gay and the sun in his muscular dad's for found a girlfriend which he fvcks every night. Thank you
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Bitty birb in the nest is worth...? Part 19
Masterpost This is going to have many typos and spelling issues, but it currently feels like I've got an ice pick in my temple and my skin hurts so there's no rereading happening atm. Sorry!
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Danny looked up as Tim Drake-Wayne strode into the lab and closed the door quietly behind himself.
âTim?â
âMm-hum?â Tim hummed as he sat down his thermos before he shed his messenger bag, coat, and school jacket onto an open part of desk.
Danny watched on with bemusement. The kid looked half asleep. âNot that it isnât great to see you again, but what are you doing here, honey?â
âBruce is on a call running Luthor in circles and then has to talk to legal about some stuff because Luthor is always an ass. Weâre supposed to go run an errand and then to dinner together, so Iâm stuck here until heâs ready to leave for the day.â
âIâm sorry,â Danny said honestly.
âItâs okay, at least Bruce wonât forget, not likeââ Tim shut his mouth with a snap, seemingly suddenly thinking about what he was saying.
âItâs okay, I get it,â Danny said, because he did. âYou need somewhere to hide out then?â
âYeah, itâs⊠calm here.â
âOkay. Sit wherever you want thatâs clear. If you need to move something, let me know first, okay?â
âThanks,â Tim said, shoulders finally losing some of their tension.
âOf course, whenever you need.â
Not wanting to push Tim in any way, Danny kept a subtle eye on the boy as Tim absently wandered around Dannyâs office. To Timâs credit, he did try to touch anything or move things around, even as he obviously grew increasingly tired.
It would be a lot, Danny supposed, to be a teen ager trying to live up to the legacy of two important families in the area, learn the business, go to school, and (hopefully) also spend time with friends. Danny knew how hard it had been only having Phantom as an obligation.
While, sure, Danny wished Tim had made chosen a less neck cramping spot, he was happy to see Tim finally settle down and seemingly fall asleep⊠under one of Dannyâs work benches. Danny couldnât fuss too much, heâd done that plenty in grad school himself. Once Tim seemed properly asleep, Danny got up to fetch his cardigan from the hook by the door and took it to drape over the sleeping kid. Tim let a little huffed breath of air before he snuggled further into the cardigan and settled back into sleep.
It made Dannyâs heart melt in a way that he didnât want to think too hard about.
It really was no surprise when about forty-five minutes later one Bruce Wayne poked his head into Dannyâs office. The door was hardly open when Danny had his finger up and over his mouth in the universal sign of âshushâ.
Bruce titled his head curiously. Danny gave a little nod of his head towards the workbench that Tim was sleeping under. Silently, Bruce moved to the work bench and crouched down next to it. There was a soft, amused sound before Bruce reached out to brush his hand over Timâs forehead, as if habitually checking for a fever.
When Bruce returned to where Danny was working, he asked softly, âHow long has he been asleep?â
âA little over a half hour. It took him about ten minutes to settle in,â Danny answered, voice equally quiet.
âThen do you mind if I let him keep resting for another fifteen minutes or so? Heâs likely to wake up on his own then.â
Danny shook his head. âNope, let the kid rest. He seems like he needs it.â
Bruce glanced at Tim, his expression that soft sort of worried only parents seemed to get. âHe does. He works too hard at⊠everything. Heâs always trying to prove himself even when he doesnât need to anymore.â
Danny made a little questioning noise as he got back to fiddling with the annoyingly tiny screws.
âHis parents were⊠demanding. They had very exacting ideas of what proper high society behavior was,â Bruce explained. âIâm sadly not the best suited at dismantling those ideas either.â
âAh⊠well, what do you do that encourages him to be a kid?â Danny asked.
âHe skateboards, actually. And he enjoys photography, but even that became a goal what with art competitions at school.â
âMaybe take him and Damian on a mini art vacation? Somewhere pretty. Somewhere where itâs not about judges,â Danny suggested. He finally got the last screw seated so he glanced up at Bruceâs thoughtful face.
âThatâs a good idea,â Bruce said. âIâll start looking at what might work. Thank you.â
âSure, ideas are kinda what I do,â Danny said and motioned to the office around him with the screwdriver.
Bruceâs answering chuckle was low and warm. âI suppose it is. I hope youâre also not overworking yourself.â
âIâm doing much better,â Danny assured Bruce. âI just needed some rest.â
âWhich my children made sure you got. Iâm still sorry that they kept you so long on Friday.â
It was Dannyâs turn to laugh. âHonestly, I donât think you really have much control over what they do.â
âNo, I really donât,â Bruce admitted. âBut I wouldnât have them any other way.â
âThatâs good; theyâre a pretty amazing family,â Danny said with a soft smile. âAnd if I donât get to be sorry about falling asleep, you donât get to be sorry about making me rest.â
âYou drive a hard bargain, but deal.â
âI am a master business man,â Danny teased and ducked his head to hide his smile.
âIâll have to watch for corporate take overs. Keep an eye on the stocks and papers.â
âMaybe. Oh, speaking of⊠Well, not speaking of but sort of related? You know, I was joking about us making the papers.â
Bruce hummed curiously so Danny set aside his tools to pull up the story that several coworkers had sent him on his table. He spun it to face Bruce. The picture of them in the box was big on the screen. They were pressed almost chest to chest with Bruceâs arms around Danny. It certainly looked incriminating.
âWell shit,â Bruce said with a sigh. He picked up the tablet to scan through the article. There wasnât anything in it, of course, just wild speculation. âI hope you havenât been harassed about this by anyone.â
âI donât think anyone knows who I am to harass me,â Danny said honestly. âSome coworkers have sent me it, but apparently itâs just my luck to have both randomly run into a Wayne and be invited to an event and have one of my âspellsâ when Iâm around them.â
Bruce looked at him with one well manicured brow raised. âYou have interesting luck.â
âYep. Itâs been quite a life so far. I was pretty much born into interesting luck and life has really lived up to that luck and died by it,â Danny said with a little chuckle as he took his tablet back.
âI feel concerned by that last part.â
Danny hummed in question, distracted by pulling his notes back up.
âThe having died by the luck part.â
âOh.â Danny smiled, but he knew that expression was less than a happy one. âI think I mentioned that there was an accident when I was a kid?â
Bruce nodded and lean his elbows on the work bench and crosses his arms. âYou did. One that is apparently still affecting your pulse to this day.â
âYes, well,â Danny glanced away from Bruce. Why was it still so hard to talk about. âWhen I was fourteen, I was electrocuted at at an⊠industrial level of voltage. Unsurprisingly it killed me. And hey, obviously I came back! But that sort of thing sticks around.â
âIâm sorry.â
Danny looked back at Bruce, honestly startled. In all this time, Danny wasnât sure if heâd ever heard a âIâm sorryâ about his accident, not without strings attached. His lips quirked into a smile again. This one felt more pleasant. âThanks. Trust me though, Iâm grateful that life has, had been calmer.â
Whatever Bruce was going to say to that was cut off by a loud yawn, the sound of someone shifting around, and then the unmistakable bang of a limb against the metal legs of one of the workbenches.
Quiet cussing followed a moment later.
âYou okay there, Tim?â Danny asked.
âFine,â Tim hissed back.
âIâm sure I have an instant icepack in my office. We can grab one before we leave,â Bruce said.
âB?â Tim asked, voice noticeably brighter. A moment later he appeared out from under the desk.
âHi, sweetheart, sorry that I had to take that call,â Bruce said as he stepped over to Tim. He reached out to brush the teenâs hair a little straighter.
âItâs fine, itâs Lex, I get it.â
âI know you get it, but that doesnât mean it has to be fine.â
Tim just shrugged. The action made him notice the the cardigan draped over his shoulders. A little blush rose on his cheeks as he took it off and handed it back to Danny. âSorry.â
âNothing to be sorry for Tim, you werenât any problem,â Danny assured him. âYouâre welcome in my office whenever.â
âYouâre going to regret that,â Tim said.
Danny just shrugged with a smile.
âCome on, chum, letâs go find that icepack. Weâll still get to your store before it closes,â Bruce said and started to guide Tim out by the shoulder.
Bruce glanced behind him and Danny gave a little wave to the retreating Waynes.
His luck indeed.
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âWhat happened in Dannyâs office thatâs bothering you?â Tim asked. He had the icepack pressed against his elbow and was sitting almost sideways so that he could take in all of Bruceâs expression.
Bruce was doing that thing where he was feeling big, complicated emotions and wishing he wasnât. Tim could read it in the way that Bruceâs shoulders were set, that little bit of tightening under his eyes, and the way he was very purposefully not frowning.
âB,â Tim pressed.
Bruce sighed, the sound all of his air. âI think we should leave Danny alone, both as Waynes and as Bats.â
Tim jolted and scrambled to sit up further. âWait, what? Bruce, what happened?â
âNothing bad,â Bruce assured Tim. âNothing bad happened. Vicky got a picture of Danny and I at the ballet. We spoke some about it and Danny talked about how he had interesting luck. He said he was grateful that life has been calmer; he had to change that to had.â
ââŠoh.â
âItâs just thatââ
âNo, youâre right. Iâll try to talk to the others about it because you know they wonât listen to you about it.â
âIâm sorry, Tim.â
âItâs fine, I get it.â
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heavy heat
words: 1k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, male receiving oral, like twooo?? mentions of daddy
âokay, you're absolutely doing it on purpose now.â you cross your arms with a slight stomp of your foot.
rafe looks up, confused. âdoing what babygirl?â
âteasing me! first you took your shirt off and now you're just⊠sitting there!â you gesture towards rafe. âin those gym shorts with your legs spread like that.â
âit's like 100 degrees out, y/n.â rafe laughs at your evident frustration. âdo you want me to overheat?â
âno, but we are inside with air conditioning! and you're still basically naked with your freaking⊠balls! on display!â
âwant me to close my legs then?â rafe waits for you to answer as you pout at him.
âwell⊠no.â you groan, frustrated.
âwhat do you want me to do then princess? or what would you like to do to me?â rafe raises an eyebrow, waiting for your response.
you huff in frustration and stomp closer to rafe until you sink to your knees between his thighs. âi hate you, you know.â you say, pulling at his waistband until he lifts his hips and allows them to be pulled away.
you growl when you realize rafe isn't wearing any underwear either, his cock sat soft on top of his heavy balls, practically begging for relief.
âhey.â rafe takes your chin in his hand right at the moment you attempt to make contact with his cock. âyou're being a brat. you need to apologize first then suck my dick.â
âsucking your dick is my apology.â you try to move forward, but rafe squeezes your face tighter.
âyou said you hate me. you think being a dirty slut and sucking me off is gonna make up for that? come give daddy a kiss.â
you hate looking your prize right in the eye only for it to be snatched away, but you know rafe won't let you do anything until you do whatever he deems to be proper.
you move to straddle his thighs, in very minimal clothing yourself. rafe keeps your chin in his grip until you press your lips against his.
ââm real sorry daddy.â you kiss him over and over again. âi don't hate you. i love you.â
âi know, baby.â rafe nods. âyou're just being all bratty because it's real hot outside. it's got you pissy. that's okay though, you can still suck my dick.â
âyesss!â you cheer, hand reaching down to grasp his now half hard cock as you kiss him again. âthank you.â
you slide off his lap and back onto your knees, sighing when they hit the plush carpet.
you keep your hand wrapped around the base of his cock as you kiss up and down his length, feeling him harden against your lips.
âfeels so good, sweetie. but you can't take forever because rose will be home soon.â
you let out a little grunt in frustration, wanting to take your time, but also not wanting to move into the bedroom, not when rafe looks so good right now, looking down at you with his hair falling on either side of his forehead.
âonce you're done here we can go upstairs, yeah? fuck you in the cold shower since it's so hot.â
you nod rapidly, loving when you branch out to have sex someplace other than a bed, even if it is just in the attached bathroom.
âalright, good girl.â rafe nods at you, a silent cue for you to get moving as you wrap your lips around the head of his now fully hardened cock, letting it slide against your tongue as you lower your head until your nose touches his skin.
you sit there for a moment, despite knowing you need to keep your pace fast, enjoying the way rafes cock fills your mouth and throat, leaving you to think of nothing else but the way he's sitting heavy on your tongue.
you bring a hand to fondle his balls, gently squeezing them as your head begins to move up and down in slow, steady motions.
rafe rests a hand on the back of your neck, a steady presence pushing down, keeping your movements deep.
you can feel your throat constrict around his cock but manage to avoid gagging, wishing you had all the time in the world to swallow his cock and toy with him.
âkeep going, baby. come on.â rafe encourages you.
you begin to move faster, head moving up and down with rapid speed, wet noises and glugs spreading through the living room.
rafe smiles down at you, glad his planned worked. he knew you wouldn't be able to resist him shirtless for long, especially when he sat with his legs spread, thick, muscled thighs and calves on display.
âgonna cum in your mouth baby, yeah?âÂ
you nod rapidly, not pulling off of rafes dick as you persist, focusing on getting him off as you feel his cock swell inside of your mouth, pushing further against your tongue until he releases, long ropes of cum shooting down your throat, which you are happy to swallow.
you pull away once he's done, using you tongue to clean up his cock, getting it ready for you to use in the shower once he's had time to get hard again.
âis that what you wanted princess?â rafe cups your cheek, tilting your head up, but you don't really see him, eyes glazed over in pure bliss.
âmhm.â you hum, nuzzling into his thighs.Â
you're quickly snapped out of your state when you hear keys in the door, jumping up as rafe pulls his shorts back up to cover himself.
âshit, that was close.â rafe laughs, pulling you to sit on his lap as rose walks in.
âhey.â she says dismissively, arms full of bags.
âgood afternoon, rose.â rafe says with a laugh as you roll your eyes at him.
âcome on, let's go upstairs.â you try to stand up, but rafe pulls you back tight against him, his torso sheened in the slightest layer of sweat.
ânot yet.â he hums, burying his face in your neck. âlet me just enjoy holding my girl for a minute.â
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Too shy to tell you
miguel oâhara x fem!reader
Miguel hides your heals in hopes of making you forget you ever owned a pair...he confesses about his theft during a hot and heavy night of sex.
Warnings: This might be interpreted as possessive or an unhealthy bond. Though its supposed to be just a very shy and respectful Miguel who let's loose during sex.:]
Authors note: I am not a writer!! This is my first time righting fanfic.. like.. ever!!! So don't attack me. Though honest, constructive criticism is something that I would love to hear. Sorry if there are spelling mistakes. Also, I don't know how to put proper description..... enjoy!!!!
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"Miggy?" I call out to my boyfriend who's currently towering over the coffee machine, waiting for it to brew.
"Yes, my love?" He responds with a look over his shoulder.
"Have you seen my black pointed heals? I can't seem to find them."
"No. Have you checked by the door?" He was lying.
He was lying. He was lying, and he didn't feel bad about it. The truth was he had stuffed them in the highest cupboard of the laundry room. He knew you couldn't reach it. He liked it that way. He couldn't let you open it since he had stuffed at least 4 pairs of heals in there.
"No miggy, they aren't here." You say after checking everywhere by the front door.
"Idk what to say, baby... we have to leave soon. Just throw on a different pair and I'll buy you some new ones later."
He was a liar... and he was damn good at it... until he wasn't.
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It was 2am. This insanity started hours ago, but Miguel's stamina wouldn't let down. Your soft moans could fuel him till sun rise, and he would love to do this forever. But unlike him, you have limits. Limits to your ability to stay strong, or at least keep yourself up right. But he doesn't really care. Your begs for a break won't succeed with a constantly starving man like him.
"One more round, please baby... please. I need you." His desperate begs caress your tear stained cheeks as he whispers them softly, leaning over you and filling you with sloppy thrust.
"Miguel- please.. It's too much.." You whine as you try to pull away, gripping desperately onto the sheets.
"Last one.... I promise..." he lies.
He said the same thing the last 4 rounds. If he could have it his way he'd continue. But he knew you couldn't keep going for much longer, so he used this opportunity to tell you what he couldn't bring himself to say otherwise.
"I lied..." he confesses. Watching your tits bounce with every rough trust, keeping himself busy while you tried to form a reply. It took you a while, but you managed to let out a soft hum, waiting for him to explain himself further.
"I took them. Your heels.. I fucking hate those things.." he thrust get faster as he says it. Hoping to make your brain foggy enough to not remember his confessions in the morning.
"I like your height, so why do you wear those weird things?" His heart felt lighter as he told you.
"I like that your height forces you to get on your tippy toes every time you want a kiss from me.. and even then, I have to bend over to reach you.... I like that you rely on me to reach those high shelves. Every time you ask me, you grow as red as a rose...."
You can feel his movements speed up. You can barely hear him... your mind fuzzy from pleasure. Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin felt like white noise at this point. The dim shadow of his frame covering you completely.
"You're so small under me.. your body falls any way I bend it..." At his point, he was just speaking the first thing to cross his mind.
You didn't hear him, and he knew it. Seconds later, you feel his weight shift, the mattress by your head sinking under his heavy hand as he leaned in and whispered.
"Please don't take that away from me."
His words were demanding. He felt exactly what he said. Even though your eyes were shut tight, you knew his eyes were locked on you. His breath heavy, as if he just confessed a dirty secret. He kinda did...
"Promise me.... Promise me you won't wear them and I'll help you cum."
As tired as you were. You wanted it. You needed it. You needed him. So you give in.
"F-fine... I promise."
"You promise what?" He smirked hearing your whiney voice.
"I promise I won't wear the heels!!"
The pleasure he got from you saying that was immense. He shifted his weight once more as he changed your position like a marionette doll. Spreading your legs apart. His hands wrapped around your thighs, and his claws dug into your skin. The stinging pain of it was a wake-up call, causing you to gasp for air.
This position caused him to go deeper. The sticky mess from your previous rounds was being pushed out of your aching hole. The sound of his hips hitting your ass grew louder with every precise thrust. They got louder and louder until they stopped. Your thighs had clenched closed as you hit that high you were chasing. And you took him with you. Tightening around his pulsing cock in a way that made him fill you to the brim once more.
He watched your body shake. Your hips jerking forward. He would usually take that as his sign to keep going, but your fucked out face was telling him you couldn't take another thrust.
"You did great my love..... my little angel~" He cooed gentle praises as he rubbed your claw marked thighs.
"I'll buy you the cutest flats."
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A thing he didn't know.. is that you lied, too. His secret cupboard was emptied, and your heal collection was restored... and yes.. he pouted in silence.
The end
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i imagine Giyuu to be extremely touch-starved. now imagine him suddenly gaining interest in another person.
it's not his fault, really, he just didn't have the time to form proper bonds with other people. he couldn't live with normal people, they wouldn't understand. he couldn't talk with the other hashira, he wasn't worthy and yet he still had to stand next to them.
then he met you, perhaps he had seen you on a former mission, but decided to ignore you. you weren't like the other hashira, you didn't think you deserved their rank.
"i wouldn't have survived without the other demon slayers. they had my back", he heard you say to Mitsuri once. you were modest and didn't boast. over time he found his gaze lingering on you whenever a meeting took place. perhaps he had imagined it, but when he found you sitting next to him, he could only think of the first meeting you attended. you had been on the other side of the room far away from him, now you were close.
when did you start greeting him? he couldn't remember, but he started answering. he found himself appreciating your small conversations with him. suddenly it felt normal to sit next to you during your meetings.
and even today he would silently sit next to you, glancing at you ever so often. however, when the meeting ended, something unusual happened. your fingers brushed against his and his eyes widened just a bit. he looked at you, his eyes meeting yours.
"apologies, Tomioka. i should really watch what i'm doing." you chuckled, soon leaving the meeting like everyone else. he watched you go, his hand still tingling from your soft touch. your voice was still ringing in his ears.
he found himself back in his estate, clenching his fingers. his hands were rough from years of fighting. yours were softer, there was a clear difference. his body had felt hotter since you've touched him accidentally.
he imagined your hand in his, would you enjoy it as much as him? he hoped so, the urge to touch your skin had suddenly grown so strong.
no, that wasn't it, it was something else. and when he imagined your delicate hands trailing down his uniform, he knew why his body suddenly felt so hot.
the once quiet room now was filled with quiet pants and shaky breaths. his uniform was thrown on the other side of his bed, completely forgotten. he couldn't think of such unimportant things, not when he was focused on squeezing his cock just right.
he sat on the edge of the bed, slowly stroking up and down, occasionally rubbing his hand over the tip and letting out a grunt. he had tried keeping his thoughts together, he really did, but they would always come back to you.
he didn't want it to turn out this lewd, but it somehow made him feel better when he thought of you being here with him. would you stroke him slowly, trying to coax sweet moans out of him? would you be rough, giggling at his sudden groans? the thought made his head spin, his hand squeezing his cock a bit tighter.
he could never tell you, never risk ruining your current relationship, but he wanted to feel your pretty hand wrapped around his cock so bad. it wasn't hard to imagine it, not when you were so beautiful and so nice.
he could see it right in front of him, your tender hands would be wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping it up and down. your lips would be curled up in a smile, watching him fuck your fist, bucking his hips up. he would try to stay composed, but both of you knew he wanted it.
he felt himself grow closer, much earlier than he would like to admit, his strokes speeding up, getting rougher. he wondered if you would let him cum immediately or if you would tell him to wait just a bit, only to tease him. "Giyuu, i want you to cum.. can you do that for me..?" you would coo, earning an eager nod and a few gasps from him.
he grunted, his eyes snapping open when he felt his cock twitch in his hand. he felt his muscles tense, his seed shooting out in ropes. he lightly bucked into his hand - it was the one you touched earlier. he quietly grunted, getting up to clean the mess and yet the lingering thought of you remained in his mind.
he would've prefered the sight much more on your hand.
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