#and it takes two to fuck it up but i still feel like it’s largely my fault

[4kimji]

﹙🍥﹚─ pairing: kim mingyu x reader ─ genre: smut, 18+ ─ warnings: oral (f), unprotected piv, y/n's bf is a cuck, cheating, switch!gyu & reader ─ word count: 0.9k ─ sypnosis: after your boyfriend cheats on you a few weeks before your anniversary, there's only one way to get revenge. fuck his best friend. smut after the cut, minors dni ─ ﹙💮﹚

your boyfriend's hands are currently tied up while he sits on the couch, groaning. "please, baby i swear i didn't do anythin-" the shaking of your head cuts his pleas off. "nuh uh." how could he cheat on you? a few weeks before your anniversary? "since you cheated on me, i have no choice but to turn you into a stupid cuck." your boyfriend almost accepts the news without any repercussions, until his big, hunk of a best friend, mingyu wraps his hands around your waist. 

your boyfriend’s eyes went from a look of defeat to pure shock. you look at mingyu before slightly chuckling. “you weren’t expecting me to fuck him, were you?” "no, you can't do this to me. anyone but him!" your boyfriend pleads. so pathetic. you lead mingyu to a spot on the couch next to your boyfriend by the hem of his shirt. while straddling him, you hear the soft groans of your poor ex-lover. 

mingyu's hands fly to your waist, not wanting to waste any time. you brush against mingyu's lips before they get caught up with yours. after a few seconds, innocent kisses turn into full on mouth fucking, teeth and tongues involved. your hands scrunch up mingyu's shirt, urging him to take it off. separating from your lips with a line of saliva, he takes off his and your shirt. his hands come up to massage your breasts, squeezing them slowly. before deciding that your bra was no longer needed, his big, swollen lips meet yours again. 

his large hands pull you off of his lap and into the space next to him. two of his digits come down to draw circles against your clothed core. he pulls away from the kiss to make out with your other set of lips. mingyu removes the piece of flimsy cloth that borders his lips and your pussy. "fuck, so wet." are the last infamous words mingyu mutters before he settles his mouth onto you. 

your hands fly to his hair, tugging at the soft, curly strands. you can still hear your ex’s soft groans, but this time it seems more like they’re from pleasure. he’s getting off to this. his groans soon turn into loud, desperate moans. mingyu’s lips are unrelenting, giving your ex a show to remember. his tongue flicks against your clit rapidly, not slowing down for a second. you have to give it to the guy. he knows how to eat a girl out. he slips two fingers inside of you, skillfully curling them upwards to hit your g-spot. it doesn’t take long for you to cum, a loud scream and a tight pull of mingyu’s hair being the only warnings he gets. he continues to lap at your juices while you come down from your high, soft whimpers leaving your mouth.

finally, he removes his fingers from inside of you. he licks them clean with a smile on his face. he starts to undo his jeans, fiddling with the belt. his big cock is waiting to be freed from its confinement. “mingyu, please.” you beg, hand palming over his length. mingyu frees his cock and pumps himself before lining up his head to your entrance. you’ve totally forgotten that your boyfriend was still there, since both of your noises drowned out everything.

mingyu eases himself inside of you, a long moan escaping your lips as you feel him stretch you. he is so thick, the pressure building up until he’s completely in. mingyu lets you adjust to his size, letting out a deep chuckle when he sees your eyes watering. “you’re so fucking big.” you pant, your hips grinding against him for some sort of friction. his hands fly to your waist, holding you still. he begins to thrust upwards, filling you to the brim each time. 

your eyes roll to the back of your head while you let him use you as his personal cocksleeve, moans of his name leaving your mouth every so often. you hear a grunt coming from your boyfriend’s direction, but you don’t pay it any mind. you grab the side of mingyu’s face and pull him in for a sloppy kiss. mingyu’s thrusts become relentless, setting a brutal pace. “shit, mingyu!” you scream, your head falling onto his shoulder. 

his grunts and your moans fill the room, the couch shaking with each snap of his hips. your walls clench around him as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming again. “gonna cum, baby. fill me up, please.” you cry out. his thrusts become sloppy, his cock twitching inside of you. you let out a long, broken moan, feeling your second orgasm wash over you. “fuck, y/n.” mingyu lets out a strangled groan, releasing inside of you. you feel his warmth flood you, a huge, dumb smile plastered onto your face. he rides out both of your highs with slow, deep strokes. your body goes limp on top of him, completely exhausted. he places a soft kiss on your forehead, pulling out of you. his cum starts to drip out onto the couch, and you can’t help but giggle. 

he brushes the hair from your face, sweat dripping down his temples. “holy shit.” you whisper, your chest still rising and falling rapidly. “that was…” mingyu chuckles, breathless. you hear your boyfriend huffing like his life depends on it, his ropes slightly loose from his struggle. “please.” he whines, breath shaking. you and mingyu exchange a glance, both of you knowing exactly what he wants. “should we let him join?” mingyu asks, puppy eyes on 100. you chuckle. “hell no.”

[planet-hwa]

BAD BOY FACADE CHAPTER 7 — 산

. . . ⇢ previous chapter  ◦  series masterlist word count 4.1k

warnings     swearing, overthinking, smoking

❝ and tell me why does my heart burn when i see your face ❞ 🎧 now playing   heartburn ; wafia

“Dude, where the hell have you been?” Mingi asked, watching as the door to Wooyoung’s den, aka their casual hangout spot in the back of his parents yard, opened and gazing his eyes over San’s bruised body. “Shit, you look like… well, shit.”

“Fuck off, I look better than you on a good day.” San scoffed, Mingi’s eyes widening in offence but not returning with an argument, because he knows he’d lose.

San flopped his tired body down onto the leather couch, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, it was still throbbing from the heavy punches of the previous night. Wooyoung was quick to notice the bandages wrapped around his hands, curious as to where they came from. He knew San never cared if he got hurt, let alone if his injuries became infected from the lack of treatment he’d give them, so seeing him with cleaned cuts and tight wrappings was definitely suspicious.

“We went by your house but your mum said you didn’t come home,” Wooyoung mentioned, his eyes still wary and glued to San’s hands. “Where’d you get those?”

San lifted his head and squinted his eyes at the boy, before following his gaze onto his hands, the memory of you wrapping them for him returning. But he couldn’t tell Wooyoung it was you, so all he said was. “Just from a friend.”

“That’s not possible, we’re your only friends.” Jongho chimed in, the sarcastic comment earning him the finger from San, Mingi laughing squeakily on the sideline before returning to shoveling food into his large mouth.

Wooyoung, in his unusually sober state, could easily read that San was lying. He had a feeling he knew exactly where San was as well, because he happened to end up out the front of a familiar house too, but he would never let that slip. Wooyoung pinched at the bloody fabric of the bandage, causing San to wince and flinch his hand away, rubbing it soothingly and death glaring at the oreo-haired boy.

“But seriously, where were you?” He lowered his voice, not encouraging the engagement of the other two boys, who feasted on the food Wooyoung’s mother brought in for them.

“I just told you,” San snapped slightly, lowering his head against the back of the couch once more. “With a friend.” Wooyoung hummed sceptically.

“That ‘friend’ didn’t happen to be Y/N, right?” San’s head snapped to face the boy, watching as Wooyoung’s eyebrow cocked up at his quick reaction. “Seriously dude, what is your obsession with this chick?”

He rolled his eyes and ignored the question, not wanting to bring any more attention to the topic. But Wooyoung was always persistent, and could never leave well enough alone. He poked and prodded at San with questions about you before the boy finally snapped.

“And where did you go after, Woo?” San taunted, a slight smirk curling on his lips — he also had a suspicious feeling about how his friend’s night ended.

“Home.” Wooyoung quickly answered, leaving no room for suspicion.

But if he wanted to push San, he was gonna push back. “Oh really, whose home?”

Wooyoung stood up in a haste with tight fists, drawing the attention of the two other boys. He stared down at San, intense aggression held in his gaze before storming out of the den. The three remaining boys watched as he slammed the door, hard enough for it to shake the room, Mingi and Jongho returning to feast in silent confusion. San rolled his eyes at the two boys, as well as at Wooyoung’s attitude of not being able to take what he dishes out.

Finally with a sense of privacy, San pulled his phone from his pocket, checking for any notifications only to be met with a blank screen. His brows furrowed in confusion, definitely expecting to have received at least one message from you, maybe checking where he went and how he was feeling — but there was nothing.

Truly, what did he expect though? He was the one who left before you woke, though he quietly observed you before leaving, before making a swift exit like he usually would with a one time girl. Yet, you weren’t a one time girl, the two of you didn’t sleep together. He didn’t know what you were exactly, these feelings were ones he was discovering for the first time, and he didn’t know how to handle them.

So, he did the thing he was best at.

Ignoring.

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Waking up with the absence of San next to you was a bit of a shock. The clothes he borrowed were folded neatly on the floor, along with the blankets and pillows he slept with on the mattress which he tucked underneath your bed. It was like he was never there.

You grabbed your phone and glanced at the bright screen, scrolling through your notifications in search of a message from him, but there was nothing. As you started to get ready for school, you couldn’t help but think about why he left without any notice. Maybe he was in a rush, or maybe he felt unwelcome — maybe he regretted showing up at your front door in the first place. If your brain didn’t overthink every scenario with negative impact, it would probably come up with a reasonable solution, but it can’t do that.

You picked up the clothes he borrowed, the scent of his cologne having rubbed off on them and was traveling into your nose, before throwing them into your laundry and packing the pillows and blankets away. The sound of a honking came from outside, glancing out your window and Yeosang’s car in the driveway and hurrying down the stairs. You climbed into the front seat, throwing your bag on the floor before turning to Yeosang, who held a shocked expression on his face.

“You will not believe who showed up at my house last night.”

For the entire drive to school, he explained the whole story of the prior night and the unexpected visit of a certain person, but you weren’t paying too much attention. In your defense you were thinking about your visitor, who you were keeping to yourself for now because you know exactly how Yeosang would react. He would remind how much of a bad person San is, according to him, and how he would just use you and leave you to rot once he got bored. And although that may be true, you needed to find that out for yourself, even if you got hurt.

So the second you arrived at school, your eyes were scanning the courtyard for San, catching a quick glance of the back of his head walking into school with his clique. As if he could feel your gaze on him, even from afar, he turned his head and met your eyes instantly. Your soft expression turned to a confused one the moment he avoided the contact, acting as if he never saw you. It tugged at your heartstrings a little more than you would’ve expected.

Maybe this was the side of him Yeosang warned you about — his true self.

But it made no sense: how can the kind, soft spoken and respectful boy from last night turn so cold? Yes, his motto seemed to be ‘sleep with the girl than ignore her existence’, but the two of you didn’t even have sex, not even sleeping in the same bed even after you offered; an offer that he denied.

So why was he ignoring you?

The only thing you could do was ask him in the homeroom, where his designated seat was right next to you, making you completely unavoidable for him. When the bell indicated the time to go to class, you wandered to your seat, quickly noticing the absence of your seat partner. The second bell rang as you prepared for the class, and there was still no sign of San. You had seen him walk into school, you knew he was here, yet he wasn’t in class. Was he really going this far to avoid you?

Your question was answered 15 minutes into the class, where the broad-shouldered boy entered late and quietly sat down next to you. He didn’t meet your eyes once, not muttering a single word to you. There was a pair of eyes watching you though, the feeling of them burning into the back of your skull tickled at the hairs on your neck, turning to see a deep glare directed at your table by Wooyoung. You weren’t sure why he was staring at you like that, but you noticed his glare switching between you and San with the same intensity.

Confusion was too weak of a word to explain the feelings you felt, it was far beyond confusion. There was a sense of hurt underneath it, along with slight distrust. After fixing up all his injuries and sharing a gentle yet intimate moment with him, all he wanted to do was ignore you. You remained quietly with yourself for the entire class, only sneaking glances at San who still refuses to give you any sort of attention.

It wasn’t until a few minutes before the lunch bell rang that a small piece of folded paper was silently slid towards you, a quick glance was enough to notice the blurred writing underneath. You didn’t touch it, your silent way of showing that San had upset you, and he picked up on it. Glancing between you and the untouched piece of paper, he sighed lightly but loud enough for you to hear it. Once the bell rang, he was quick to leave the classroom and give you the privacy of reading his note. And once he was out of your sight, you finally brought your attention to it, written with the pen he always secretly steals from you (with and without your knowledge).

‘meet me under the bleachers during lunch’

So now he wanted to talk to you, after ignoring you for the past two hours?

It made you angry in a sense, that he didn’t want to acknowledge you in front of people but it was okay if you were alone and hidden from the rest of the school. It also made you reluctant to even meet him, waiting to see how lunch would go first.

You exited the classroom shortly after, discarding the note in the bin on your way out and making your way towards your designated trio spot, Seonghwa and Yeosang already in place. As you made your way through the courtyard, you noticed the lack of stares from earlier in the week, after your humiliation caused by Yunho and Hiraya’s declaration of love for each other. Though a few people still whispered and murmured when you’d walk past them down the hall, you noticed that most of it was because of pity for you and not in a teasing or degrading way.

“I can’t believe he showed up to your house in the middle of the night!” You heard Seonghwa gasp as you sat down next to him. “What did he want?”

Yeosang paused for a second, staring and swirling his fork through his food before stuttering out an answer. “Oh, I uhh, I’m not sure. I didn’t let him talk much.”

Knowing Yeosang a long time meant you picked up on the little ticks from when he would lie, and you noticed his eyebrow twitch just before he spoke. You also knew that it was extremely unlikely for him to turn away anyone, especially Wooyoung, in such an unstable state. And although Yeosang didn’t specify his appearance, you noticed the bruises on his face earlier this morning in the homeroom, the same one that matched San’s face. And considering the state that he showed up at your house in, you could only imagine what a physical and emotional wreck Wooyoung was to go to his ex’s house. But you weren’t going to poke and prod at Yeosang for answers, especially since you didn’t plan on telling him about your guest either.

“I heard that he and his gang got into it with the White Guardians.” Seonghwa claimed, glancing over at the table of four before redirecting his eye contact back to the two of you.

“Yeah, he was pretty bloody and bruised when he showed up.” Yeosang remembered the image of his ex in such a state and caused him to wince slightly. “But that’s a usual Friday night for them.”

“Who are the White Guardians?”

Seonghwa was shocked that you hadn’t heard of them, but then again, you’re not from the side of town that they enjoy to torment and tease. And yet, no matter what side of town you were from, everyone knew of the drama between the two gangs. How they used to work together, exchanging drugs for information until the inevitable end of it all. Seonghwa was quick to catch you up on everything, though your attention was being drawn away once again by a fierce set of feline eyes that glared from across the courtyard.

San watched you intensely, noticing the absence you held in your group’s conversation. It was like the two of you were having a conversation between the far eye contact you held, picking up on the way he nodded his head towards the exit. Before you could process what was happening, he quickly stood up and walked out of the busy courtyard, sending you another indicating glance before exiting.

You knew he was headed to the bleachers, where he wanted you, but how could you leave without causing any suspicion. Your only thought was to come up with a ridiculous excuse. “I just remembered, I have to talk to Ms Waltz about… something.”

“Oh, really?” Yeosang whined, knowing lunch times were the only periods during school that the two of you shared. His attempt at pleading puppy eyes was shut down with your haste to leave. “Fiiine~ we’ll see you next break.”

And with that lame excuse, you left the courtyard without any indication of a lie and headed straight for the football field. In all honesty, you weren’t sure if it was the best idea to see San, but you were desperate for an explanation. Whether or not he was going to give you one was completely up to him.

As you ducked under the bleachers, the scent of cigarettes filled your nose, an intoxicating smell coming from the boy who waited for you. You watched as he held the dart between his two fingers, turning his head from you to puff out the toxic smoke.

“Hey princess,” His voice was soft, holding a sultry undertone. He held the cigarette out to you. “Want a puff?”

Your face cringed at the smell, never holding a liking to cigarettes. “I’m fine, thanks.”

Shrugging his shoulders with a ‘suit yourself’ attitude, he took one last puff before discarding it on the ground, twisting the tip of his shoe into the bud. He leant up against the barricade, crossing his bandaged hands under his arms and gazing his eyes over you. There was a silence held between the two of you, slightly awkward yet with a sense of comfort, until one of you finally plucked the courage to speak.

“Why didn’t you message me?” 

“S-sorry?” You were confused and shocked by his question.

Why would you message him when he was the one that left?

Did he expect you to desperately chase after him like his previous girls?

 “San, you left without any explanation, and before I even woke up.” You explained, and he listened. “What did you expect me to say?”

He wasn’t sure, so he remained silent whilst thoughts rushed through his brain. You were right, and he knew it, having admitted to himself that his sudden and silent exit was wrong. He’s never had to think about all these things before, but with his new found and still confusing feelings towards you, he had to change his ways if he wanted to keep you around.

“Listen San, I’m not sure what you want from me, but I’m not going to let you treat me like all the other girls you lead on. If you only want one thing from me, then you can-”

Your words were cut off by his lips connecting with yours, hands gently cupping your face. It was just like last night; soft, plush and delicate — you couldn’t help but return the kiss. The kiss was deep, but withheld passion, just filled with emotion.

He pulled away slowly, letting his lips linger on yours for a few more seconds before resting his forehead against yours. “You’re not like the other girls, you’re… different, more important.”

“Then treat me like it.” You quietly demanded, a small pout holding on your face causing San to let out a chuckle at your cuteness.

“I will, princess.” He reassured, though you still held a small bit of doubt in the back of your mind.

You didn’t want him to publicly declare his feelings towards you, but you wanted to be treated with the respect you deserved. And even if you wanted to, you physically couldn’t. The both of you agreed on the fact that whatever it was between you had to remain private, for now, knowing the disagreeing teams of both your friends would be completely ignorant to the fact that two polar opposites could be together.

On your side, Yeosang would be so infuriated to find out your interest in San after time and time again warning you to stay far away from him. And on his side, Wooyoung would be so disgusted to think that his best friend could be intrigued by his ex’s replacement of him.

Sealing the deal of privacy with a kiss, though in a public space, there were no lingering eyes to have caught it.

Except the unknown ones of the principal, who had caught the two of you talking just before the bell rang.

Once the bell chimed, the two of you returned to the homeroom, at separate times to each other to falter any possible suspicions from anyone — especially in such a gossip filled school. It wasn’t even ten minutes into the class that the loud speaker rang through the school, a familiar name being called and all eyes in the class being drawn to the person.

‘Y/N Y/L/N, please come to the principal’s office.’

Ms Waltz was quick to excuse you, letting you make your way out with all eyes on you. It was rare for you to be called to the principal’s office, it was rare for anyone except misfits and troublemakers. So the classroom was quick to fill with ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ at the name of one of the top students being summoned. San watched with cautious eyes as you left the classroom, an uneasy feeling growing within the pit of his stomach.

As you entered the main office, the receptionist asked you to sit and wait until the principal was ready for you. Taking a seat on the small couch against the wall, your brain pondered all the possibilities for your summoned presence, it coming to no conclusions.

“Miss Y/L/N, you can come in now.” Mr Kim called, a gentle smile on his face as he held the door open for you. “Have a seat.”

Sitting in the freshly detailed leather chair, Mr Kim sat behind the desk and across from you. Your eyes moved around his office, noticing all the school achievements and trophies displayed in the cabinets behind his desk. All kinds of vintage books organised with perfection, along with a few unique sculptures they were leant against.

You started to feel nervous once you noticed no conversation being started, twiddling your thumbs together in your lap, legs beginning to bounce up and down lightly. Your brain still racked with anxious possibilities; bad grades, detention, suspension, expulsion. Before he could begin to explain, you blurted out a question. “Am I in some sort of trouble?”

“Oh no, no, no.” He reassured with a light chuckle. “You’re not in any trouble Y/N, I just wanted to ask you a few questions.”

“Okay…” You mumbled, caution still held within you.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve gotten closer with some of the new students,” He stated. “Particularly, Choi San.”

Your heart dropped, not out of fear but of relief. You truly believed you did something wrong. “Oh yeah, I mean, we’re assigned to sit next to each other in class.”

Mr Kim only hummed in response, but you could see his thoughts turning like cogs. He began to clear and stack documents that lay on his desk, leaving you to sit in silence waiting for him to continue. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke up again.

“Look, I’m not here to tell you who you can and can’t be friends with. I appreciate that you’ve been so welcoming to the students who transferred from Southside High.” Well, this doesn’t sound like it’s going to be positive. “But I do recommend steering clear of San.”

Great, yet another person telling you to be rid of San. From all the negative comments you hear about him, it would make sense to stay away — but you couldn't, no matter how hard you tried. And based on your small experiences with him, he didn’t seem as bad as everyone made him out to be. But, that could always change.

“Why should I ‘steer clear’ of him?” You asked with genuine curiosity, only being given reasons by people your own age, mostly Yeosang who had the experience of actually knowing him.

“You’re a very bright student with a big future ahead of you,” He advised, clearing his throat quickly before moving to a more negative outlook. “And San is a troublesome kid with a history of bad behaviour. I just don’t want you to get caught up with someone who can bring down your potential.”

You nodded quietly, processing the information being fed to you. Claiming that you understood him, he told you to think about what he said before dismissing you back to class. As you left the office, still unsure of everything the two of you talked about, you noticed San leaning against the lockers across from the door. Before you could ask him what he was doing, he cut you off with a demanding question of his own.

“What did he want?” His voice was low, almost in a growl, eyebrows furrowed deep into his forehead.

“I- he wanted me to stay away… from you.” You stuttered, eyes drifting to the ground before moving back to San’s face, a noticeable anger held behind his eyes.

“Fucking bastard.”

“San!” You whisper-yelled, holding his wrist tightly. “You can’t say that.”

“Oh please, he doesn’t care about me,” He scoffed, his eyes rolling as he glanced into the office. “He made that clear enough when he left us.”

New information, completely misunderstood. Your furrowed eyebrows now matched his, his stare still held on the office windows, almost like he was gonna shatter the glass with his mind. Still processing what San accidently let out in his anger, your mind began to piece the puzzle together, to a conclusion that truly made no sense to you.

“W-what do you mean?” You asked quietly, your thumb now rubbing soothing circles on his held wrist in an attempt to calm the boy down.

San didn’t even realise he released any indication of his hatred towards the principal, but now all he could do was tell the truth. “He’s my father.”

The silence in the hall was deafening. You didn’t know how to react, and before you could, the principal was stood at the door of the office, demanding the two of you quickly return to class. You glanced between the two men, both of them only holding stares on each other, almost as if you weren’t even there. But you could feel the tension burning in the air, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be involved in this situation, at this very moment. You quickly bowed to the principal and wandered down the hall, returning to class in silence.

The two men remained still, San piercing daggers into him, and Mr Kim returning him with the same glare, all too familiar to San having seen it in the mirror. The sharp featured boy scoffed and mumbled an ‘asshole’ under his breath before following you into class, paying no more attention to his beloved father.

. . . ⇢ next chapter

author's note hey.... h-hey... how y'all doing... so how about we ignore the fact that i've been gone for over a month and enjoy a new chapter !! i'm truly sorry that i died, and thank you to the people who were asking if i was okay. i haven't had much time to write recently with my new job and being sick TWICE, and the fact that google docs decided to delete HALF of my documents so i've had to rewrite this entire chapter. but I will try and find any time I can to finish this series and fulfill requests <3

this is not proofread, so please let me know if there are any spelling mistakes.

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written by planet-hwa™

[uhhhj13iguess]

large cheese pizza, please

peter parker x gn!reader

peter comes to save you from your abusive (now ex)boyfriend

wc: ~1k

cw: implied domestic violence, though it doesn’t go into much past a little yelling and mentions of a bruise. reader uses the “pizza delivery” 911 tactic on peter to get his help, hurt/comfort where he comes to the rescue

kind of want to part two this with you staying at his place for a bit, and just a lot of comfort and pining and confessions and peter just vowing to take care of you forever. let me know your thoughts

masterlist!

peters phone buzzed against his desk, your contact picture flashing across his screen. he gave a soft smile before answering. “hey you, thought you had a hot date?”

“hey, i just wanted to make a quick delivery for a large cheese pizza, please?” your voice was quiet over the phone.

peter let out a chuckle. “bug, there’s no way you mistook my number for jet’s. we don’t even have the same area code!”

“yeah, just the pizza. you guys do delivery, right? like you come here?” your voice was shaking and peter felt his blood run cold. he spoke your name softly.

“are you okay? how can i help?”

“do you need the address?” your voice cracked at the end of the sentence, straining to hold a whisper loud enough peter could hear over the phone.

“no, no bug i know where you live. why are you whispering, is someone with you? i thought brad was coming over?” he was struggling to get his suit on, phone tossed hastily on his bed as he put you on speaker. he hit the spider emblem on his chest and the suit cinched to him, your call connecting to karen’s bluetooth.

“yeah, i’ve ordered here before. just cheese, please.”

“okay, he’s with you. why can’t you talk freely though, (y/n), a-are you safe?” he choked the question out, not wanting to ask. he never liked brad, but that was always for… personal reasons. anytime the guy made him uncomfortable, he assumed it was his own jealousy feeding into his perception. now, he felt sick to his stomach with guilt. he slid his mask on and opened his window.

“no, i don’t think we need any marinara on the side.” peter clenched his jaw as he heard you stutter over the line. he jumped slightly as he heard a loud, deep voice on the other end yelling. it was brad, and he sounded angry and drunk.

“i-i’m sorry, yes. to-to the marinara, please. please.” you cried.

“fuck,” he grunted into the phone, climbing into the window frame and crawling onto the fire escape. his heart was racing, blood boiling as it coursed through his veins. he slammed the window shut after him, cracks snaking up the glass from the sheer force of his anger. “(y/n), i’m on my way. can you get somewhere safe? lock yourself somewhere?”

there was a moment of silence, a hesitation. “yes.”

peter took a breath for the first time since you called and launched himself from the side of his building. he heard movement on the other end of the line before a loud crash, a voice booming through his speakers.

“and where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“i-i left my wallet in my room. i’m just going to grab it to give them my card number, o-okay honey?”

peter swung faster, if that was even possible, only feeling an ounce of relief once he could hear you click the lock of your door. “bug?”

a shaky breath. “yeah, i’m still here.”

“i’ll be there in two minutes, okay? just unlock your window and stay quiet, i’ll be right there. okay? are you hurt?” another question he didn’t want to ask.

he heard your soft whimper, followed by a quick inhale. “yes.”

another answer he didn’t want to hear.

“okay, you’re safe now. i’m almost there. okay? now read me your card information bug, keep the conversation normal. i’m almost there.”

his body hit the side of your building as he listened to you ramble a string of numbers, crawling quickly to your window. he opened it slowly as not to startle you or make any unnecessary noise.

as peter crawled in and set himself down gently on the ground, he turned to notice your small frame and the tears that covered your face.

your swollen, black and blue face.

peter knew he had to stay calm, but he hadn’t felt this type of rage in a long time. his fists clenched as quickly as he relaxed them, slowly walking over to approach you. he lifted his mask off, concern knitting his eyebrows together.

you started to cry again as soon as you saw him, running to his arms as quietly as you could. he wrapped them around you tightly, holding your trembling frame in his own.

“i’ve got you, okay? you’re safe.” he whispered so only you could hear against your disheveled hair.

so many questions wracked his brain as he took in your hurt form, but he pushed them aside, lifting you gently as he carried you out the window and to the next levels fire escape. he set you down, sliding his mask back on. “i’ll be right back, okay? i’m going to get some of your things.”

he went to turn but you grabbed his arm, horror written over your features. “you’re going back in?”

“bug, you’re staying with me for a few days, no questions about it. let me at least grab you some fresh clothes and a charger.” his voice was stern but cautious, worried to startle you any further.

“but, h-he…”you trailed off, looking back up towards your apartment. peter scoffed.

“baby…” he motioned down to his suit, lenses on the mask widening as he raised his own eyebrows. you flushed at the pet name and let him go. “i’ll be right back.”

and he was. within a few minutes, he was on his way back down to you with a bag over his shoulder. “ready?” he held his hand down towards where you had sunken to a seated position on the cold metal.

your eyes widened as you saw the faint traces of blood on his masked hands. “peter!”

he pulled you up. “what’s up, bug?”

“w-what did you do? what is this?” you grabbed his glove, examining the fresh blood splatter.

he let out a deep sigh as he removed his hand from your grasp and wrapped it around your waist tightly. “honestly? restraint.”

[sunniques]

Hey bb ! Can you please write something about dilf! Cheol I beg 💔💔

— dilfs do it better

cw/tw: infidelity, age gap, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie

You still can’t figure out how a compliment from your boss resulted with you face down ass up in his bed. The same one he shares with his wife. Honestly, you can’t bring yourself to actually care with the way he’s thrusting his thick cock into your hot cunt.

“Fuck! Seungcheol!” You whine into the pillow you’re burying your face into.

“You have to stay quiet for me, baby,” Seungcheol groans as he smacks your bouncing ass. He slowly rubs it to soothe the sting. “Can’t have you waking up my son.”

Not after you just put him to bed and he finally gets to have you like this.

Your cream stains his cock as you keep whining into the pillow beneath you. God his cock is so big, and it stretches you out just right. The room is permeated with the smell of sex which only serves as a reminder of how long you two have been fucking. You mewl at the delicious feeling of his thick veins sliding along your velvety walls. Seungcheol fucks his dick into you harder, every thrust eliciting a loud cry out of you.

“Y-You’re so deep!” You squeal, no longer caring that you might wake up the adorable toddler you’re in charge of taking care of.

“Yeah?” Your boss laughs, drinking in the way you’ve gone dumb on his cock.

Your tight little pussy is squeezing his dick perfectly, wetting it like it hasn’t been in a long time. Seungcheol is completely entranced with you. Fuck, do you look pretty taking his cock. So fucking perfect. The sounds of skin slapping together just makes him slam his cock into you harder, eyes trained on your recoiling ass.

“Uh-huh!” A filthy gasp falls from your lips as your eyebrows knit together. “My boyfriend’s never made me feel this good.”

That comes as a nasty surprise to Seungcheol. He can’t keep the possessiveness out of his voice. “You never told me you have a boyfriend, sweetheart.”

Although learning that fact doesn’t stop the way he drills his cock into you. It’s quite the opposite, actually. You feel him getting more aggressive with his thrusts, fucking his girthy cock into you deeper than before. The way he’s filling you up has your toes curling in pleasure.

“S-Sorry,” you say, not sure why you’re apologizing when Seungcheol is the one with a whole wife and kid. “I d-didn’t think—ah!—it was important.”

Seungcheol chuckles darkly as his fingers dig into the fat of your ass. He pulls you back on his cock roughly to fuck it even deeper into your tiny hole. “He must not be enough for you, baby. Isn’t that why you’re letting me fuck this tight little pussy?”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling your stomach tighten up the longer he talks. You can barely give him a small nod of confirmation. He just smirks at you.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll show you how a real man fucks.”

Seungcheol’s hips don’t stop. Instead he keeps slamming into you and pushes your legs open wider to spear his cock into you deeper. The filthy actions have you clenching around him, preening and clawing the sheets beneath you.

“You like that? Fucking greedy pussy can’t get enough,” Seungcheol groans, feeling his own climax approaching. But he holds back because he needs to feel you cream on his cock first. “Need my cock filling you up, hm?”

Your hot boss has no idea just how badly you need it. His large hands continue to knead your ass, dragging his cock as far into you as physically possible.

“Yes!” You hiss through a fucked out nod. “Need it so bad. Need your cum, Cheolie!”

The cute nickname makes him go feral. He moans loudly and starts pumping his cock into you harder. Seungcheol feels fucking insane. This is undoubtedly the best sex he’s had in a long time. It’s definitley the most passionately he’s ever fucked someone. Deep down, he knows once won’t be enough. He’ll have to start fucking you regularly, maybe take you to a hotel and fuck you all weekend if you’re about it.

“Gonna cum!” You cry out wantonly, making Seungcheol groan with a smirk.

“Cum on my cock, baby. Do it for me.”

It only takes a few more toe curling thrusts to have you gushing all over your boss’s dick. You moan and cry out through the whole thing while he just keeps fucking you relentlessly. Seungcheol feels his own release coming just from seeing and hearing you experience your own pleasure. Fuck.

He hasn’t cum inside anyone in such a long time. Because of his wife’s demands, he’s been wrapping it for years now. But there’s something about you that makes him insatiable. Seungcheol just had to feel you raw. He knows he should pull out, but you’ve got a molten little pussy that’s sucking and slurping on his cock, practically dragging his cum right from his balls. Seungcheol can do nothing but groan and bury his face in your neck as he pumps his cum into you. It pulses warm and hot inside you, filling you to the brim.

“Fuck, sweetheart. There you go. Take all of my cum. Give me another baby.”

You moan and move your hips to help him fuck his cum deeper into your pulsing cunt.

“Shit. That’s it, honey. Tight little pussy was meant to be bred.”

You look back at him with a dazed smile. “It was made for you, Cheolie.”

[hockeyspiral23]

Things I've Learned Over My First Year As an Author on AO3

(in the Empyrean fandom)

The things you write that you love will rarely be the things other people love. But, if you're lucky, you'll find a small group of fervent supporters who will love and enjoy said things just as fiercely as you do.

The closer to canon it is, the more people will likely enjoy it ... especially if it deals with canon ships. Generally.

More exposure isn't always better. You might think it might be nice to have something blow up and get to a large size (... well, relatively speaking within the fandom), but it's also terrible, because of the increased levels of criticism, expectation, and how it will color anything you write moving forward. Yes, I'm speaking of the truth in our scars. Yes, I'm happy it got the notice it did, but I also regret it. I'm wavering on whether I truly want to write the sequel or not (despite having jotted down bits and pieces) ... especially because I genuinely loved the remix, felt it was the improved version ... and it got a fraction of the attention and the same - if not more - criticism. I also feel so much pressure to seriously deviate from canon and write an entirely new story … and that was never my intention with the first one. Truthfully, I almost wish ttios hadn't gotten big for how much it ended up fucking with my mental health. And I will 100% say that it is probably a me thing.

The community is both wonderful and terrible. I'm incredibly grateful for the community and have met some wonderful people, but certain spaces are incredibly cliquey. I do not think they intend to be, but it certainly feels like it. And I know I'm not the only one to feel that way.

(and we already know how much I feel on the periphery of things - and I will say that that was written specifically regarding a portion of the community.)

~*~

I've published 500,444 words in one year. I have a few other projects marginally started and one or two about half-finished. But right now, I don't really feel like finishing them and publishing them. Quite honestly, I'm disheartened and have been questioning on whether I want to keep writing for a little while. I've barely written shit over the past few weeks. Had I not already had a good chunk of ttios: fate's remix written by the time I was finished posting the truth in our scars, I may not have posted much of anything else.

If you enjoy your writers, tell them. Be kind to them. Interact with them. Even if they seem weird, or awkward, or a little off. Even if they're not at the popular kids table. Because honestly? The lack of interaction has made me less likely to interact with a lot of fics as well, despite me knowing how much authors appreciate it. But it's really made me less inclined to interact in the fandom overall.

Before you share constructive criticism, even if you don't mean it to come across as condescending or hurtful, sometimes it'll still be interpreted that way. So please be careful with your phrasing. Or find a way to say it privately.

Related: seriously, don't read several thousand (literally hundreds of thousands) of words by someone, seemingly enjoy them ... but have your first ever comment on their works be words of criticism - even if they're sandwiched in (half-assed) compliments. This might be the fucked up brain talking, but for me? I'd rather you have not complimented me at all because it feels like you're only doing it because you want your criticisms to go down easier. If you'd been commenting all along, I'd probably take your shit less hard and actually constructively like you were hoping. (I will also admit that they probably would have gone better had I already not been in such a shitty fucking place regarding the story in general.)

The above two things were basically why I felt like I had to justify every single fucking thing I did in ttios: fate's remix by the end ... and as a writer, I don't believe I should have to justify every single fucking word I write. If the story isn't what you want it to be, CLICK THE FUCK OUT OF IT. And do it quietly. I do it all the time. Unless it's specifically requested, I'm not going to tell someone why I'm not reading their work anymore. Not everyone is going to like everything. I understand that. But it's something I fucking know - you don't need to tell me that you think it's shitty and that I'm disappointing you.

(do you email/comment on actual author's posts similar things when you don't like their books? or the book doesn't go as planned? if so, never read anything where the author has already died because they'll never get to read your opinion.)

IN ANY CASE ...

Maybe (hopefully) you'll see me soon. Maybe you won't.

But thank you for a hell of a year.

[captainlondonman]

3 SHORT STORIES

HIGHWAY

Oh fuck, Troy shouted.

He was looking in his rear view mirror and saw the flashing lights of a police car speeding up behind him. Where the hell did they come from, the road was so quiet and he couldn’t see any sign of a car let alone a police car. When he seemed to be the only car on the road he thought he might as well let the engine have it and go a bit faster.

Not only was the light on top of the police car flashing but they were also flashing the beam lights. There was no alternative but to pull into the next layby and hope he could blag his way out of the situation

Troy pulled in and switched off the engine. Still looking in his rear view mirror he saw two policemen get out and walk over to the car one on each side. One of them knocked on the window gesturing for him to wind down the window so he could peer in. The guy filled the entire window his dark blue shirt bursting at the buttons. His shirt was open neck and as Troy looked up he could see the thick chest hair spilling out over the top. The short sleeves looked as though they were about to be ripped apart by the tanned muscles. His black belt was highly polished. From his seated position in his car Troy was looking straight at the guys crotch and there was no doubt about the large bulge. As if to tell Troy how much of a man he was ,he took one of his black leather gloved hands and gave the outline a casual squeeze.

‘So young man, looks as if you have been speeding. Quite a bit over the limit I would say from our speed gun. I think you had better get out of the car so we can have a chat.’

 As Troy opened the door so the policeman stood up straight and put on his peaked hat covering the shiny mane of dark wavy hair and sporting a 5o’clock shadow that seemed to take over most of his face.

The other policeman could have been his brother also spilling out of his uniform but this one had a thick beard and stood with his legs apart and his hands on his hips.

‘So why were you speeding. In a rush?’

‘No, I was…’

‘No ,what you say ‘ the sergeant spat out

‘No Sir.

‘That’s better boy.’

‘I didn’t realise that I was really speeding and as there was no one of the road I just seem to drive a bit faster’.

‘Sure you were not trying get away from us?’

‘Definitely not Sir.’

Perhaps you have some drugs on you that we were not meant to see.’

‘No, I bloody well do not do drugs.’

‘Not sure I like your attitude boy, I could say you are insulting two police officers. Put your hands behind your back now.’

‘But..’

‘No But I am the policeman here’

Troy had no option but to put his hands behind his back as the officer took out a pair of handcuffs and placed them around Troy’s wrists.’

‘Think I need to check if there is anything secreted in that big gob of yours.’

The officer brought his hands around Troy’s body and as he did so Troy could feel the heat of the officer’s body pressing against him but most of all it was the bulge he could feel settling into his crack.

‘Open wide boy.’

As Troy opened his mouth he suddenly felt the black leather gloved hand stick a finger into his mouth and move it around. 

‘Need to check a bit more.’

With that he put in a second and then a third finger until Troy’s mouth was full of black leather searching everywhere. Troy started to choke.

‘Don’t bloody well think of throwing up boy and ruining my leather gloves, Just breathe properly and take it all. I want these leather fingers to have a good look.’

‘Doesn’t look as if there is anything there but of course you could be hiding them somewhere else.’

‘I assure you Sir I have no drugs on me.’

‘I’m still not so sure .I think we need a further search.’

Mike unbutton the guy’s flies and pull his jeans down.

The other policeman stepped forwards and quickly undid the buttons and yanked down around Troy’s ankles.

‘So you go around commando do you. Like to show off that cock of yours.’ Sargeant Mike said. ‘I can see why ,not bad for a young guy.’

The officer behind Troy moved back and said

‘Well you got my gloves nice and covered with your spit so this should not be too much of a problem, so now bend down.’

‘What are you doing?’

‘Just carrying out another check that’s all. Legs apart.’

Troy knew he had to do as instructed and split his legs. He felt one gloved hand press down on his back to keep him bent and then without wasting any time the officer stretched Troy’s cheeks apart to expose his soft red hole.

‘Never know what you might be hiding up that pretty arse of yours.’

‘I tell you I have nothing

‘Remember that word Sir boy.’

‘Sir there is nothing there.’

‘Let me be the judge of that.’

The officer let his leather gloved finger enter the hole and move around.

Troy did not even flinch.

‘A big hole you got there boy. Think I need a further examination’ and with that he put a second finger in letting Troy’s saliva do its job. 

‘Now for a third which did cause Troy to move. However it made Troy push his arse out in into the officers hand so he could feel all three fingers deep inside him.

‘Not that bad from the way that arse of yours is pushing at my hand.’

‘Tell you what Sarg, this pussy boy is loving that hand of yours inside him. Getting a real boner, aint’ you son.’

The officer put his arm around Troy grasping his increasingly hard cock..

‘Took one look at you boy and knew what you really like. You like being examined by a cop don’t you.’

‘Yes Sir,’

Fuck that cock of yours is really stiff. I think you need more that just my gloved hand inside that arse of yours. It’s you lucky day as my mate loves to suck cock so you’re about to have 2 officers of the law deal with you back and front. Now let me get that zip of mine down as my prick is bursting to get out and let you have it.’

The police officer unzipped and with one of his black leather gloved hands pushed it down deep inside to pull out a rock hard thick cock, at least 8 inches and thick the whole way down like a hard wood baton. He thrust his cock between Troy’s legs so he could feel the full shaft rub up against his balls.

‘This is much better that any fingers up that hole of yours. I’ll let my cock find out what is up that nice soft arse of yours.’

The other officer said ‘Shit the guy is already letting some precum out of that slit of his. He really needs seeing to.’

‘Well what are you waiting for officer, get down and take in that firm dick of his. You know how much you like cock down that hairy mouth of yours. Just make sure you swallow all his spunk. We don’t want your uniform being covered in white juice. OK boy time to take my tool inside you.’

The officer let a large spit fall onto his shaft and took one of his gloved hands to run the length so the shaft was fully covered in spit.. Then he eased his prick to the waiting hole and started to press forward, Troy feeling the thick tool enter and force its way right up his waiting hole.

‘Much better that any hand eh boy?’

‘Christ yes Sir.’

‘I think better we shut you up whilst we both examine you.’

With that the office brought his arm around Troy and forced his leathered fingers into Troy’s mouth exploring his tongue and throat.

Having the policeman’s cock shaft him and the leather in his mouth was almost too much but then as he could feel his cock throb more than ever the other officer went down on his knees pulling out his own cock as he did so. Troy could feel the guy’s spiky beard against his cock head as he opened his mouth wider as well as taking Troy’s shaft onto his gloved hand. Troy now had black leather in his mouth and round his shaft. He could feel his cock entering further and further down the officers throat his tool totally covered in police spit. As the other officer pressed his cock up to the hilt, Troy’s arse expanded to take in the huge girth. The officer bent Troy’s head back so he could get all 4 fingers deep into his mouth, Troy sucking the black leather and being so turned on.

‘You fucking love this boy. Two officers giving you front and back.’

 As Troy felt his cock slip fully down the policeman’s throat so the other started to grind him in and other with greater speed. He was being worked in rhythm , and the smell of wet leather was inhaled as a drug.. Troy started to respond by thrusting his arse as much as he could into the buggering officer soihe could feel the thick forest of pubes and as he then moved his arse out so his cock sank deeper and deeper down the other throat.

‘That’s it boy take one officer’s cum and give yours to the other. ‘

Troy was almost in a stranglehold as his moans increased.

‘You fucking love this boy eh?’

‘Hmmmm…’ was all his could respond.

‘Yours are about to feel my spunk drive itself right up inside you and make sure you shoot your load fast and into my mate’s gob.’

 Troy could feel the officers cock throbbing and ready to explode inside him.

‘You may have no drugs up that arse of your boy but you sure will have the laws spunk.’

With one final push the officer let out a load groan and Troy felt wave after wave of spunk flow up inside him.

It was too much and the heat of the spunk surging inside him , being almost choked with the leather fist made Troy push hic cock as far down the mouth of the other officer, his own juice spilling into the policeman’s mouth. The cop was well practiced and Troy could feel his cock almost being sucked down the back of the throat his spunk disappearing down the guys gullet, not a drop being spilt. The more the cop swallowed the more he rubbed his hand up and down his well  proportioned shaft . Suddenly even while swallowing the officer let out a moan and his spunk shot out over Troy’s feet in thick white spurts.

All three remained almost motionless until the lead cop withdrew his cock and without wiping, thrust it back into his trousers and zipped himself up.

The other cop stood up, and smiled at his mate

‘A good job well carried out I think mate. Tell you what this guy’s spunk tastes really great.’

Troy, his cock still dripping the last drops said

‘Can you now let me out of these handcuffs Sir.’

‘Step out of your jeans now.’

Troy stepped out of his jeans and stood there as slowly his cock started to return to its normal size.

‘We ain’t finished with you yet,’ he replied as he bent down and picked up the jeans. Not good having you expose yourself to two policemen in broad daylight. You need to come back to the police station with us for some more interrogating by both of us. You can expect a long night and it depends on how you react as to when we release you but judging by what you have just done don’t expect to be going home too soon.’

RAP

Ever since the new guy moved into the next door apartment Matt was hearing loud Rap music very evening until late. It was driving him demented . He had knocked on the wall several times but it made no difference. After a few days he was not sleeping properly and becoming increasingly annoyed. Much as though he preferred not he had to make a complaint and face whoever had moved in next door. He had no idea what to expect but whatever the outcome he needed a good night’s sleep. Enough was enough. Matt walked across the landing and knocked on the neighbour’s front door. At first there was no reply. The music still beating. With much greater force Matt banged the door.

‘Alright man, I hear you. Wait a moment.’ Suddenly the door was flung open and a hulking great black guy stood staring at Matt. He had no top on and his body was well defined by being at the gym with a massive 6 pack and pronounced nipples. He had a shaved head and goatee beard and brilliant white teeth as he grinned at Matt. He was wearing pale grey trackie bottoms and bare feet. Matt was almost bowled over by the smell of dope spilling out of the apartment.

‘Hey man, what you knocking at the door for. Can I help you?’

‘It’s your music. You keep playing it so loud and I cant’ get any sleep.’

‘You don’t like my music?’

‘Well its not my type but it’ just too loud. Can you not turn it down a bit.?’

‘Sure man if its gonna help you sleep. Anyway why just stand here, come in. we are neighbours after all.’

‘No it’s alright I just wanted to ask.’

‘Now come on man be a good neighbour and come on in.’

Ok but not for long.’

‘Don’t worry I wont’ force you to do anything you don’t want.’

Matt followed the guy in, closed the door and they waked into the living room. To Matt’s surprise it all looked quite normal. The usual huge TV and a large black leather sofa dominated the space.

‘I only got one sofa so we both sit on it OK? ‘

The smell of dope was strong and was starting to give Matt a feeling of being light headed. He almost needed to sit down. But the more he inhaled the fumes the more he wanted.

‘You obviously smoke quite a bit’  Matt rather sheepishly asked.

‘Sure man. You like the smell?’

‘It’s quite powerful.’

‘Only the best stuff for me mate. I’m Jez by the way. He said sitting splayed out in one corner of the sofa his legs wide apart.

Jez picked up a spliff that he was half way through and took a deep breath., letting one of his hands rub across his glistening body. Lightly rubbing his nipple as he did so. ‘Shit this is good man.’

As Jez took another puff inhaling and letting the smoke out in rings he moved one of his arms down to his crotch and Matt could see the long cock under the trackies being stroked. It almost looked like a snake  the size clearly  showing against the trackie fabric and Matt was sure as he rubbed so the cock was increasing in size.

‘One thing all this does man is make you feel so fucking horny. Tell you what yous my guest, it would be wrong of you not to have your own spliff. Let me light one up for you a special one. I know it’s the right one for you.’

Jez lifted the ciggie and lit up and passed it to Matt at the other end of the sofa

‘No I really don’t do any drugs.’

‘Sure you do, you drink booze?’

‘Well yes.’

Then this aint’ no different .Now be a good guest and take.’

Still feeling a bit woozy from all the smoke in the apartment, Matt took the spliff and held between his fingers.

‘It won’t bite man, put it to your lips and draw in. You will feel really good I promise.’

Matt did as Jez told him and within a couple of minutes he could feel the power of inhaling rushing through his body, he felt warm ,in fact he felt more than warm but he felt carefree.’

I can see its having the right effect on you my friend.’ 

As Jez said this he let his hand again go down to his crotch and this time did not just rub but squeeze the increasingly hard outline of his cock. Jez opened his legs wider so Matt could see the cock tenting up in the trackies. It was almost looking like a pole inside .

‘So how you feeling?’ Jez grinned

‘I’m starting to feel hot and horny. Shit my cock is suddenly getting really hard, pressing against my jeans.’

‘Go on give yourself a rub. I can see your eyes taking in my big black cock.’

‘That’s some dick you have. Wish I had one that large.’

‘Yeah? Maybe you’d like to see.’

‘Oh fuck why not. Christ what am I saying.’

‘Just saying what you really feel and want. So go one lean over and stroke me through my trackies. ‘

Mattt was now feeling even more horny and quickly moved over to take the full cock in his hand through the trackies.

‘Shit man, it’s a monster.’

‘Why don’t you take it out and get a better look. You are really drooling man. I know you want it. You’ll really have to pull it out, its big man.’

Matt put his hand down the trackies and felt the hard massive outline, he could feel the large vein down the back of the shaft. Gripping tightly he managed to release the cock and as he did so it flipped up against the guy’s chest. The cock was gleaming and out of the foreskin was a luminous pink head.

‘So man get down in front of me. I want you to worship my cock.’

Matt knelt in from of Jezzstaring at the baton of a prick.. As he took in the full size so Jez put his hand around his shaft and started to gently stroke arching his back in the sofa.

Now take in this big black cock of mine. Fucking great cock man eh. Look at it and think what you really want.’

Shit its so big. I so wish I had a cock that size.’

‘Just a big cock or a big black cock?’

‘I’d love a black cock like yours.’

‘Yeah? Well we need to see what we can do then. Get out of your clothes for a start and let me see what you look like.’

Matt stood in front of Jess and quickly stripped everything off standing with his erect cock facing Jez.

‘No wonder you want a cock like mine mate. Yours ain’t bad but it’s a standard white cock.’

Matt was feeling even more horny and grasped his own cock staring all the time at the cock he most wanted.

‘Now turn round and let me see that arse of yours.’ 

Jez grabbed both cheeks and let his hands caress moving them back and forth over the pink flesh before slowly widening the crack  so he could see Matt’s hole.

‘That’s a nice hole you got there man, big as well. I think you need my cock up there to make you feel as you really want.’

‘I can’t take that meat of yours ‘ Matt said it ‘s too big for me. ‘

‘We take our time man, no rush but once you feel me fully inside me it will be different trust me. You just need to relax. I have a very special spliff for you. It will make you feel just right. Let me light it up for you.’

Jez lit up and handed it to Matt.

‘Trust me this is what you are really wanting. Take your first puff and breathe deeply.’

Matt took a big puff and felt the heat surge through his body. Immediately he began to relax and he could feel his hole widening and wanting a large cock, a large black cock, deep inside him. He was gagging to be fucked and wanted Jez’s thick black cock in him. He wanted it to go all the way up his arse. He wanted to have as much spunk rushing up inside.

‘Shit man I want that cock of yours. I feel ready to take anything.’

‘Let me get some spit on that shaft of mine and rub some of the precum that is starting to ooze out.’ 

Jez let the spit drip out of his mouth in one large glob onto his shaft and gently rub up and down the full length. Taking his arms around Matt’s waist he gently pulled him in.

‘Now as you feel my head press against that pink hole of yours take another deep puff.’ ‘I’m ready’

Taking another puff Matt felt his hole open and Jez guided his cock into the crack.

‘Fuck’ Matt let out, ‘I wish I had a black cock like the one you are gonna fuck me with.’

‘You sure you just want a black cock. Remember you are smoking a really special spliff.’

‘Christ no I wanna be black like you. I wanna change and no longer this puny white boy. I want to be a macho black guy with a thick black dick. Now get that cock of your further and further up I want it all.’

‘Don’t worry man you will get all and more than you think. Yiu feel me now deep inside you?’

‘Yeah man shit I want you to really fuck me let your cock back and then slam it in.’

‘Go on take another puff and this time really inhale and  let the smoke take you over.’

Matt took one almighty puff.

‘Shit man make me black.’

‘If that’s what’s you want let me cum inside that nice arse of yours.’  Jez started hammering his thick shaft in and out faster and faster, his hands gripped around Matts waist.

‘I’m coming ,get ready for it all. Shit man your’e getting it all from those big balls of mine.’ Jez felt the cum surge through his shaft and flow up inside Matt.

‘Fucking hell’  Matt shouted. ‘Everything is going hazy what’s happening?’

As his eyes managed to focus he looked down and saw first his hands and arms started to look more tanned but the tan became darker and darker, the colour continued to move across his chest and his body became wider with a 6 pack and gleaming tits, it was no tan his colour was now dark brown and he looked down to see his pubes black and curly , a full forest of thick black hair and out of it a cock that got not just longer and longer but thick with a wide pink head. His cock was vertical it was so hard, a full 10 inches. It was like a dream, the cock he always wanted but it was not just his cock he whole body was now as dark as Jez and as he took his hand up to his face there was a tight black beard, and his hair was plaited tight against his head. 

Matt knew he was no that white boy but he was now a man, a black man and his dream was coming true but he needed to get rid of all that cum in his balls.

‘You need to shoot man. With his arms still around Matt , Jez took hold of Matt’s large thick cock and started sliding his hand up and down faster and faster until Matt was ready.

‘Once you come man there is no going back. You good with that?’

‘I ain’t going back man ,wank me let me see all my jism. Fuckkkkkk’

And with that Matt’s cum shot across the room in burst after burst

‘Jesus,’ Matt said suddenly realising that his voice was much deeper and his mind was somehow changing, a new light was entering and the old Matt was leaving.

‘Tell you what man I need another of these spliffs and that big black cock of mine ain’t gonna rest for long as I aim to have it up that arse of yours. Gimme me a few mins but crank up that fucking rap music man. Let’s chill and smoke.’

‘You got it ,’ Jezz said, ‘You’re my man now.’

EBAY BINMAN

Danny’s favourite café had closed so he decided to try anew one nearby. As he arrived he saw at least half a dozen bin carts sitting outside the entrance almost clogging up the doorway. He had no knowledge of why there was so many of these until he opened the door and inside the small café there were 6 guys dressed in full yellow HiViz waiting for their coffees. He could smell the fact that they were rubbish collectors, the smell almost took over the café but no one seemed to mind. They were all guys in their 40s, big built and some in fact over weight and nearly all with tattoos and shaved heads. Not the type you’d want to meet on a dark night in an alley way. All their hi viz was stained with dirt and oil and he could see their hands as they took their coffees with dirt ingrained into their fingernails. At first the smell was enough for Danny to think of leaving and going elsewhere but the guys were all oblivious and took up most of the space. In fact there were no other customers. He was about to leave when one of the guys looked at him and said

‘You here for a coffee mate?’

‘Er yes.’

‘Well we’d better make way so you can get to the front. He stood aside and Danny found he had to squeeze between the others to ask for his coffee. As he squeezed between the large men he felt his body brushing against their HiViz nylon, in some cases his crotch was almost rubbing against their crotches as well as having a defined large HIViz encased cock rub against his arse. The smell of the men and it was not just odour of rubbish but their body smell in HIViz that they clearly rarely washed. Being tight in amongst them suddenly Danny found he was getting an erection and needed to get his coffee and be off.

As he took his coffee and went to move back the one who had spoken to him said 

‘Sorry mate we come each day at the same time and seem to take the place over. Hope you don’t mind.’

‘No not a problem.’

‘Hope to see you again sometime. Its good coffee here.’

Thank God Danny was wearing a long jacket to cover his hard on. He could not understand why being with these guys had suddenly made him feel horny. He had never been turned on my bin men in HiViz before and not at that age but the smell and the feeling of the guys tight against him was a new experience and one he liked and wanted again.

The next day he went back again at the same time and sure enough the binmen were all there. As he walked in the guy turned and said

‘So you like the coffee here? We don’t put you off?’

‘You’re right it’s good coffee.’

‘Well squeeze through and get your order in.’

As Danny went to move past the guy he felt the guy’s crotch rub against his leg. He could feel the outline of a thick cock even through the HiViz

‘Hope you don’t mind the squeeze’ he smiled

He was certain that as the passed this guy that a hand lightly brushed against his arse. By now Danny was fully erect and kept one of his hands in front to conceal the boner that was obvious in his jeans. These men in their yellow HiViz, the size of them, the smell was such a turn on even if they were not attractive to look at and even if they were , well, just bin men.

Once he got home he immediately turned on his laptop. He decided he wanted to buy his own HiViz and he would have a good wank wearing it at home. All that heavy duty nylon was so sexy and he would wank while thinking of the men in the café. As he sat looking online he came across a number of places that he could buy yellow or orange hi viz. Seeing all the choice had his cock stiff as a pole and as he looked so he undid his zip and pulled out his boner. He imagined himself in Hiviz walking into the café with the binmen there, rubbing against them and feeling his erect cock in the nylon against their cocks all hard and needing to release spunk. Danny’s hand started rubbing his shaft harder and harder as his imagination worked overtime thinking of himself as a binman in HiViz. It took no time before his spunk gushed out just missing his laptop. A quick wank maybe but a good one and for someone who had never been turned on by older guys in HiViz he was now thinking constantly of them .He scrolled down the website and suddenly one popped up from Ebay

‘FULL well worn yellow HiViz kit for sale’

Danny looked at the detail and photos

Shit it was certainly well worn, There was a HiViz jacket which was soiled and really dirty, a T shirt worn and half black, a pair of trousers with a rip on one leg and also dirty. There was even a pair of what had been white but now yellow socks and a well work pair of steel to capped boots scuffed and with caked dirt on the soles.

The description stated that it was well worn and had not been washed and that was why the price was so reasonable. It was best offer only.

Danny could not believe it. It was everything he wanted, all from the one source and all had been worn by the guy. Danny could already almost feel what it must be like and he could in his imagination smell the guy if nothing had been washed or cleaned.

He immediately clicked the button at the full price and was so keen to receive it that he paid the extra for next day delivery. How he would love to put it all on and walk into the café looking like the others but he knew that could never happen. He could only wank in it at home.

Next morning his doorbell rang and Danny rushed to open and take the package from the postman. As he opened the door standing outside was the binman from the café standing there with his bin cart and a bag, smiling

‘I have a parcel for you and thought when I saw the address that I’d deliver it by hand. I wondered if it might be you who bought my old gear. A bargain for a guy into HiViz. I could see when you came back yesterday that you liked being in with all the binmen, so I’m pleased that you like it enough to buy my gear. Well are you just going to stand there looking embarrassed, No need to mate, its good gear, has a lot of me inside it. So are you going to take the bag?’

‘I didn’t realise it was yours.’

‘So what? It’s yours now. Only proviso now I see you is that you now put it on and I see you in the full gear. No need to actually put it on in front of me but once you have on I just want to see how it fits you.’

‘Are you sure you should not be off working with the other guys.’

‘Don’t worry mate they can manage without me for a while before we meet up at the café.’

Danny felt he had no option but to ask the binman in as he took the bag

‘Go on mate lets be seeing you. I’ll wait here. There is one extra thing inside I did not put on the website to complete the gear.’

Danny took the bag into the bedroom and emptied the contents onto his bed. It was exactly like the website photos but he immediately saw ‘the extra thing’ amongst the HiViz. It was a worn jockstrap and not just worn but yellow.

‘Christ the guy must have almost peed into it.’ Danny thought. Danny could smell it has he lifted it up to his nose. It was stinking of rancid pee but as he felt the fabric he realised that parts were hard and he could see the signs of dried cum. The smell made his head swim but it was so powerful that he found himself rubbing the jockstrap against his face and putting it in over his head to smell, inhale and feel the dried cum against his face. Danny’s cock was so stiff at first he thought he might cum and he was terrified the binman would come into his room. He could hear the guy shifting about outside.

‘You getting the gear on mate?’

‘Yeas just taking a bit longer than I thought.’ 

‘Ain’t got all day but I wanna see you kitted out.’

Danny slipped the jockstrap on his cock tenting out and he could feel his knob head rubbing against the dried cum,.

‘Christ knows how I can hide this’ Danny thought.

He took the pair of worn yellow sock and again put to his nose. He inhaled the cheesy smell from the feet.

‘Christ the guy can never have washed ‘but the smell was proving irresistible and he almost wanted to eat the socks and have the high cheesy smell down his gullet. Next he put on the T shirt and let it slide over his chest. It was definitely too big but the sense of nylon rubbing against him and knowing it had never been washed made him feel as if the binman was almost part of him. Next the trousers which was definitely too big and he had slight trouble keeping them up around his waist. They were at least two sizes too big but the binman was definitely bigger than him. Then the boots which were also too big but he laced up and finally the oil  stained and filthy jacket. Danny was so sexed up even if the gear was too big and as soon as the binman left Danny was going to have the biggest wank of his life.

‘You must be ready now mate. Come on open up and let me see.’

In spite of the clothing being too large Danny looked down and could see his cock tenting throught the jockstrap and Th ehi viz. he tried to press it down but it kept springing up and even with the nylon it was already showing a dmap patch when pressed tightly against the HiViz.

Danny opened the door to face the binman.

‘At last the guy said. As I thought not a perfect fit as I’m a bigger lad than you but you sure look good in HiViz, not quite a binman but then I am sure you can imagine yourself as one. And don’t worry about me seeing that cock of yours. Any guy in a pee and cum stained jockstrap will be hard. Making quite a tent there for someone your size. I’m glad this gear has come to you but there again perhaps it was meant.’

As the binman said this so he let his hand move down to stroke his own crotch.

‘Tell you what mate you ain’t the only guy now with a knob on. Have a look at that tent of mine. So come here and let me really look at you and turn around.’

As Danny turned round the binman took hold of the trouser waist band at the rear and pulled them down to reveal Danny’s arse in the jockstrap.

The jockstrap ain’t too bad a fit and the bands sitting nicely against those cheeks of yours. I need to sort you out so it fits a bit better and we need to make sure that my cock fits nicely into that hole of yours.’

‘You’re joking’ Danny said in mock surprise.

‘You think I’m joking that that arse of yours exposed and my cock needing a fuck. Besides you would not have had me in your house in my Hi Viz gear and you wearing mine if you didn’t have this in mind. Plus I can tell you are as horny as hell and wanting a guy to fuck you in your new gear. Just think of HizViz to hi viz and being fucked by a real binman. You fucking want it mate I know. So bend over that table and give that arse to me.’

By now Danny was high with the smells , the HiViz and this binman taking full control and he wanted to be fucked

‘Can I see your cock first’

‘Of course you bloody well can. You wont’ be disappointed.’

With that the binman undid his zip and flipped out a large thick took the head exposed and the foreskin drawn back revealing a heavy head.

‘Not a disappointment then mate.’

‘Shit no but not sure if its too big for me.’

‘Don’t worry I’ve seen plenty of arses and I know you can take it. Plus it’s just one guy in HiViz fucking another. Be a man. So bend over and lets’ get on with this

The bin man kept a hold of the HiViz waist band and with his other hand directed his gleaming cock to Danny’s hole.

Danny was so psyched up  and desperate to feel the binman’s cock inside him that his hole opened to take the pole that was about to ram him.

‘That’s it mate now push that nice arse of yours back to take my cock, I want you to feel that big thick head of mine get inside you.’

Danny let out a small squeal of pain as the head was thrust into him, his hole widening to take it. When he had taken in the head he now wanted to feel the full heavy shaft enter up inside him as far as it could go.

‘Be a good man, let me slide this tool of mine all the way. Once you feel it up to the hilt start slowly to move forwards and then I can ram it up.’

Danny moved forwards but hated feeling the cock move away from deep inside him. He withdrew only so far and before the binman could move Danny quickly pressed his arse back up the cock until he could feel the binman’s pubes brush against his cheeks.

‘You liked being fucked by a bin man eh young man. You love being fucked in your Hi viz gear.’

‘It’s amazing,’ Danny gasped.

‘What you really love is being fucked in Hiviz by Hi Viz and being a binman. What you really want is to be a binman.’

Being rammed by the thick workie cock was all Danny wanted. He wanted to feel the cum from this guy shoot up inside him and take him over. He wished for binman juiice inside him.

‘Bet you now wish you are a binman a right fucker of a man always stinking in Hi Viz spending your days with other binmen, cleaning the streets and then fucking each other always in hiviz eh?

Hearing the binman say this had Danny sliding up and down the tool his own cock ready to burst inside the jockstrap. He wanted his own cum to seep through the piss stained jockstrap and mingle with the hardened cum that was already caking.

‘So tell me how you feel now mate.’

‘Shit being fucked by you is the best, being fucked in this HiVz by you in Hi Viz is what I want. I want to be a stinking binman. Shit I want to sweep the streets like you,  I wanna look like you and your mates. Make me a fucking bin man.’

‘I knew that’s what you wanted so keep ramming that arse of your against me and feel that thick shaft of mine up your arse. Rub your hand over that cock of yours so you cum into the HiViz and jockstrap. Let your cum ooze out just like us binmen love.’

‘Go on fuck me and cum’ Danny shouted ‘I’m ready to explode.’

‘Get ready man, meet the new Danny, and with that the binman shot load after load into Danny’s arse so that Danny thought it would come up through his throat. His own cock shot its load into the jockstrap and as it quickly seeped through and started to drip down inside his HiViz

‘Fucking hell what is going?’ on Danny shouted grasping his head. ‘My whole body is bursting I feel it’s almost exploding into my HiViz. ‘

‘It is man.’

Danny looked down and he could see his whole chest expanding, the T shirt which had hung loose on him was now rapidly tightening to the point he could see his belly straining against the nylon and in fact the T shirt now looked small on him and his belly now hairy was causing the T shirt to lift so he exposed his chest. His feet expanded into the boots and as the binman let go of the trouser waist band he felt the trousers now tight around his waist the front of them had sunk below his waist line so his belly started hanging over. Danny looked down at his hands that were now about double the size all tanned and his fingers with bitten nails were ingrained with dirt.

‘That’s better Danny. Look in the mirror. You will be pleased with yourself.’

Danny looked into the mirror and it was not his size and heavy weight but his whole head had changed. His head looked huge with a double chin and thick 5o’clock shadow, , hairy eyebrows and the biggest surprise was the shaved head and a large tattoo down the side of his neck. Round his neck was a thick gold chain.

‘So Danny what you think.’

‘Shit man I look fucking great just like the rest of guys at the café.’

‘Just like one of my lads.’

‘Tell you want I hope they all fuck like you.’

‘Don’t worry mate we all take turns and looking at all the cum of yours I reckon it will be time for you to give one to the others. You can take your pick for after work.’

‘Just hope I can wait that long, I’m starting to feel fucking horny again.’

‘Then let’s get out of here. That bin cart outside is yours. Lets’ wheel it down to the café and join the others.’

‘Can’t wait boss.’

[kissingghouls]

The Emperor (Suck Club IV)

Part Three: The Fallen - (Part One, Part Two // ao3)

Vampire Primo x Female Reader

Summary: The vampire returns to explain some things (and sends some emails.) Tags: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, dual pov, flashbacks, vampire violence, references to blood drinking, blood, (eventual) smut, and more tags on ao3 // 3700ish words div by @gothdaddyissues ♥♥♥

-Primo-

The air in the city was still warm, heat trapped beneath pavement and an atmosphere heavy with humidity and pollution. Primo wiped the blood from his mouth, a bead of sweat forming on his temple as he stood. The pallid, lifeless body of a vampire hunter lay at his feet—the third in the last few minutes and he still wasn’t quite satisfied. The burn of hunger was still there, infecting every thought as though he were newly turned again. A man full of the reckless impulse to seek instant gratification. To kill.

To feed.

Over the last twelve months he taught himself to push against the feeling as much as possible, but the mere sight of you had ripped away any semblance of control he might’ve reclaimed. It had taken everything he had to pull himself from you and find a few others better suited to join such terrible dinner plans.

He wandered through the empty streets, making his way back toward the densest part of the woods that separated the city from the Valley. Separated him from you. Returning to you was probably the worst idea, but he couldn’t help himself. Not now. Not while you might be in some kind of danger and especially not after you had seen what he’d become. He owed you an explanation, perhaps dozens of them, each one harder to believe than the last.

You deserved better. Better than this, better than him, better than whatever hand waving and fumbled words he would use to try to make you understand.

The trees surrounding the cottage were still thick with the scent of whatever impossible beast had followed you there. He no longer sensed its presence, but it set his teeth on edge knowing this thing was likely still lurking around, unburdened or unbothered by the knowledge of where it was. Even if it couldn’t get into the cottage, it had gotten too close. Close enough to send him ass-over-elbows through his beloved conservatory. It was strong and possibly intelligent which made it a hell of a lot more dangerous than his usual enemies.

Dangerous enough to draw him right back to you.  Oh, what a fool he was.

-x-

Sunlight warmed the room with soft, golden tones, the glass roof catching and refracting little bursts of color across the floor. Various plant-life filled the space, leaves of impressive size in deep, rich green shielding you and the vampire from the setting sun. It smelled of dirt and grass, like afternoon at the height of summer with just a hint of citrus and flora. But—for reasons unknown—there was a plush, button-tufted sofa in the middle of what appeared to be a greenhouse. Opposite the sofa was a large table filled with flasks in varying sizes, dusty old tomes, and a desk with a surprisingly up-to-date laptop.

“How many vampires have you met?” Primo asked causally, eyes never leaving the screen as he typed.

His fingers danced across the keyboard in a dizzying rhythm, seemingly never striking the wrong key. His movements were so fluid, so flawless, and so assured of their actions that you couldn’t help but watch in awe. In what fucking world did Primo Emeritus need to send emails? As text began to fill the screen, it occurred to you that he was notably older than email, older than any computer you had ever heard of.

If he truly was 900 years old “give or take,” he was a great deal older than most things you could name.

“You jealous?” you countered, deflecting the conversation and attention back to him.

He scoffed but said nothing.

“Let’s just say I wouldn’t call myself an expert,” you admitted vaguely, trying to assess exactly how much truth to include in your answer. Normally, vampires were tricky, ten-steps-ahead types. Overly cocky. Manipulative little shits with nothing but time to perfect their technique if they were so inclined. But Primo was different than the other vampires you had encountered. Nothing he’d said or done seemed to have any ulterior motive—not that you could spot anyway. It was unlikely the First Emeritus—an immortal vampire with great wealth and even greater power—could need or want anything from any human, let alone you.  

“I’ve run into a few here and there. Mostly just low-level guys pretending to be more powerful or important than they are. But I know enough not to get involved in their business. Usually.”

“Ah,” he replied with a nod, still typing furiously.

“What are you doing anyway?” you asked leaning over his shoulder to scan the screen. The wording of his email was formal, perhaps a bit private, but he didn’t stop you from looking.

“Vampire business,” he teased and missed your dramatic eye roll completely. “It’s not much. Just part of the plan to protect you.”

“There’s a plan?”

He finally looked up, narrowing his eyes in confusion as he stared at you. “Of course there’s a plan. I always have a plan.”

“A vampire email plan?”

-x-

-You-

Not safe. Primo had said it so definitively you couldn’t help but repeat the words in your head, over and over until you’d spiraled out and crashed against the soft cushions of the reading nook. In your time with Primo you’d felt many things, but fear was normally so far down on the list that it barely ever surfaced even over the last year. Most of the time you’d been more worried than afraid, wondering where he was and what could have happened.

Now fear burrowed under your skin, a nasty little parasite feeding on your dark thoughts.

Primo was an immortal vampire. An untouchable, unstoppable force. Or at least he was supposed to be. You frowned at the book in your lap trying to will the text to give you the answer, to make sense at all. Trying to make anything make sense. How could Primo’s face—a kind and lovely and wonderful face you’d studied quietly for years—just change? You’d seen more than your fair share of weird shit in a world full of vampires and the occasional werewolf, but this? You couldn’t find anything like it in the dusty catalog of aging texts that lined the cottage shelves.

Why did he have to run away like that? Why couldn’t he just talk to you and tell you what the fuck was going on?

You were still lost in thought as Primo softly cleared his throat and entered the room as a younger man would, unbound by stiff joints or the weight of the entire world.

“Is this part of your big plan now? Running away?” It left your lips before you could think to stop it.

Primo frowned, all those little lines forming in places that used to be so prominent. “You have every right to be angry—”

“Oh? Thank you so much for the privilege,” you spat as you stood and shoved the book toward him before stomping past to make your way up the stairs.

“Wait. That’s not—”

“For the record, I’m not angry, Primo,” you admitted, your voice breaking around the words. “I’m fucking scared. I’ve never been more afraid in my entire life. What—what did I do to—”

In a split-second he climbed the stairs and cut you off by wrapping his arms around you. He rested his chin on top of your head while he smoothed a hand over your back as he spoke softly. “Nothing, Diavolina. None of this is your fault. I don’t want you to think this had anything to do with you for a second.”

“Well, what the fuck was I supposed to think?” you asked, pressing your face into his shirt as tears began to fall freely. “Thanks for the free house?”

He laughed lightly and pulled away to bring his hands to your face. Gently, his thumbs traced along your cheeks, swiping away at the tears that didn’t seem to stop. “That would be better than the alternative, don’t you think? Is that why you’re running around in my clothes?”

Your face felt hot. “That can’t possibly be what you really want to talk about.”

“It’s a start,” he replied with a shrug. “We are always safe in here, you know? Whatever’s out there can’t hurt us.”

“What about the things in here?”

“Cara, I would never—”

“What happened to you?”

Primo bit his cheek and cast his gaze at the floor. “It’s—it’s fate, I suppose.”

“Not this again,” you groaned and pushed him away, unwilling to accept the same bullshit answer he always gave when things were more complicated than he cared to explain. After all this time, after everything you already knew and accepted he still kept you at a distance. Maybe he always would.

“I’m serious,” he called after you. “I bargained my own life to save my brother.”

“What?” You spun around and quickly made your way back to the landing. “What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means I have a lot to answer for, tesoro,” he replied quietly, reaching for you.

The vampire took your hand and led you down the stairs, past the chaotic nest you’d built in the nook and into the kitchen without a second thought. He motioned for you to sit while he moved through the room. Everything was exactly as he had left it, exactly as it had always been, but he frantically searched the cabinets like it was someone else’s home. He found the old, dented kettle and filled it with water before turning to fiddle with the stove. The knob turned, letting out a few clicks and the brief smell of gas, but it didn’t ignite. He tried three more times without success before slamming his fists against the counter so hard you thought the stone might break.

You slipped from the chair and placed a comforting hand on his back. Turning the knob with your other hand—two quick clicks to the left and one to the right—the flame caught instantly, Primo’s small misstep easily fixed. He always forgets. How does he always forget?

“I have been lost without you,” he admitted softly.

“Are you talking to the tea?” you asked, moving the kettle to the stove.

“You know what I mean, tesorino.”

“We’re both here. No one’s lost.”

He nodded once. “I suppose you’re right.”

“I usually am.”

He smiled, that same real, genuine Primo smile that turned the corners of his mouth and scrunched up his eyes. He was still the same handsome devil you’d always known, just a little softer. A little smoother. You couldn’t help but touch his face, tracing where the lines used to be and might hopefully be again. His skin was warm to the touch like it always was after he’d fed well, his core temperature burning hotter while repaired and replenished itself.

He'd tried to explain it to you once, comparing the mechanics of vampires to nuclear reactors. Something relatively simple yet powerful at its core, this plus that. But without obedience—his words—vampires were nothing more than a perfect recipe for disaster, a catastrophic, destructive force. It never made sense to you, the way he would often try to present himself as a thing instead of the caring and giving man he truly was.

He leaned into your touch, shoulders releasing their tension as his eyes fluttered closed. A soft, contented sigh fell from his lips as he pressed his nose to your wrist and breathed the scent of your skin.

“What happened?” you asked gently. “How did you—”

“Get like this?” he finished for you and sighed heavily. He opened his eyes, watching you curiously as he brushed a stray hair from your face. “Where do I begin, my little devil?”

“Start with when and we’ll work our way up to how.”

He reached across the stove and grabbed the kettle before it could start to whistle. There was a certain comfort in watching his movements, the familiar dance of making tea in that odd little kitchen, even if he was ignoring your question or simply prolonging the explanation. He prepared each cup with care, as though he was savoring the simple moment, holding it with gentle hands. Like showing kindness to an injured animal, hopeful and hesitant, he passed the faded mug to you.

Everything’s better in Aurea Valley!

“It is a long story, I’m afraid,” he warned.

You smiled softly. “I have time.”

-x-

-Primo-

Primo understood anger. He knew the visceral heat of it intimately, knew exactly how it could swallow someone, consume them entirely and grow within them until it is all that they are. Many desperate lifetimes ago it was rage and fear that sustained him; he lived with the pain and isolation it brought. And with shaking, unsteady hands he clawed his way through the nine circles of Hell to free himself from it, to break whatever bonds had forged in the Pit.

He understood it. He knew it. He expected it.

But you weren’t angry and that he couldn’t quite understand. You looked so soft, so perfect sitting across from him in the cramped kitchen. Too perfect for someone like him. He would have given anything to save his brother, but it wasn’t until your fingers gently intertwined with his that he finally realized everything he was going to lose.

“Primo? You’re awfully quiet,” you prodded gently.

“Mi dispiace, Diavolina. My mind got away from me.”

“It’s ok, you know. If you can’t do this right now—”

“My mother was the one who taught me about plants, did you know?” he admitted without much thought. “She was truly gifted—a green thumb, as they say. Of course it was dangerous for a woman of her time to possess any sort of knowledge, but I suppose that’s hardly changed in the last millennium. She never cared much about what others thought; she just wanted to share her traditions with her son. So she did.”

You offered him the softest smile. “So that’s where you get it from.”

“It’s a way to honor her, I suppose. After all this time, after all my stupid mistakes and missteps I can still plant a seed and watch it grow and hope somehow her spirit is…proud of me?”

“900 years old and you’re still seeking your parents’ approval,” you quipped.

“Only my mother’s. But I have spent much of my life searching for something, collecting these tiny pieces of knowledge and traditions to appease some distant memory of her. To assuage my own guilt, in a way. Love has been called a weakness so many times—and maybe it is, I certainly don’t know—but it is why I will not hesitate when it comes to my brothers—to my family. And now that they are hellbent on expanding the Emeritus line, their actions have attracted some unwanted attention.

“I do not regret what I have done to save them,” he admitted quietly, unable to meet your eyes any longer. He sighed and began to dig his thumbnail into the soft wood of the table. He scraped at it, absently picking at a gouge in the wood left by Terzo sometime in the 1970s. What possible explanation could he give you now than the absolute truth? The ugly, awful truth of who he was and who he had become. You deserved so much better than this, better than his failures and inabilities. Better than to be trapped within this Emeritus curse, doomed to a life stained with blood.

He finally looked up, eyes tracing over your skin to recommit every feature to memory. The crease of your brow, the pout of your lips. Your eyes mirrored his movements as he studied you, concern evident on your face. In the dim light of the kitchen you looked almost heavenly despite the silly nickname he had given you years ago.  You were still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen—a man who had witnessed so much and still knew so little. How had he let himself get so tangled up in you? How could he have ever run from you? How could he let you go even if you weren’t his to keep?

“I am not a good man,” he began uneasily. “But I could not let him suffer like that.”

“Primo—”

He held up a hand to stop you. “My brothers and I are grown men nine times over, I know. But it’s instinct, I suppose, even after all this time. For months I watched Terzo wither away, utterly powerless to provide anything but a temporary reprieve. I watched as that same sadness ate away at Draculina’s soul day after agonizing day. I had to—I hope you can understand that the choice I made was not an easy one. They had both become so small and I—”

You jumped from your seat as his voice broke. Before he could even think to argue, you’d wrapped your arms around him and offered comfort he didn’t deserve. “It’s ok,” you whispered into his hair. “I know you can’t stand to see anyone hurting.”

“But where did that leave you? I’ve spent so long trying—what if the ritual had killed me? What if I had left you here unprotected? What if—”

“Primo Emeritus, you know can’t sustain yourself on what ifs.”

“That’s not—this isn’t,” he grumbled with frustration as you slid back in your seat with a roll of your eyes. “Diavolina, I—we—could have died. We could still die.”

“Since when are you afraid of death?”

“I’m not afraid of my own,” he corrected gravely. “I’m afraid of yours. That ritual took so much—I knew better and I still did it anyway. I’m not sure if that is simply desperate or stupid, but it did help him. Terzo is perfectly fine now, off somewhere sunbathing with Draculina. But the cost was high and the weight of it all…it’s as though Fate herself sits on my shoulders. And the hunger—it’s not something I can easily describe. And this,” he paused, motioning toward a face missing the familiar creases and age lines. “This is a side effect of my efforts, of my own self-destructive bargaining. I have lost my control.”

Your eyebrows pinched together as you considered his words. “Your control? You mean feeding?”

“It’s…too dangerous for me to be here, to be around anyone. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

“Primo, you don’t have to protect me.”

“It’s not quite that simple. It’s dangerous and I shouldn’t be here, but there is something…pulling me here. Pulling me to you.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you replied with a smirk.

“Diavolina, be serious! This—this bond is dangerous—”

“So you’ve said.”

“I could hurt you—”

“Yeah, and maybe you won’t. It’s not like this hasn’t been a possibility for us all along, but I trusted you anyway. I still trust you. You’re the one person—the only person—in this entire stupid world that I trust. Someday you’re going to have to accept it.”

He shook his head. “Why would you trust me? Why did you stay—”

“Primo, don’t be fucking stupid,” you replied flatly.

“I—what?”

“It’s you, Primo. It has been since the beginning. It’s always been you.”

“I—you…you can’t be serious.”

“Why not? We can’t choose these things, so it doesn’t really matter how I feel about it. It just is. I’ve dealt with it long enough—”

“Dealt with it?” he repeated incredulously. “Diavolina, this is not something one can simply—”

“I never said it was simple. Everything with you is complicated, why wouldn’t my feelings be too?”

“But you deserve—”

“Don’t. Don’t do that ok? We are both extremely flawed people in a fucked up universe that brought us together for some reason. I don’t know what that reason is and I might never know, but I’m not going to just give up and walk away because you can’t love me back. That isn’t what our lives here are about—”

“Dia, I do love you,” he confessed quickly.

“Huh?”

“I…I have loved you for a long time now.”

“Well…ok. Good. Great. So we’re all caught up then.”

“I suppose we are.” 

You stared at him for a moment. “You really didn’t know?”

He gave you an uneasy shrug and went back to picking at the table. “I haven’t always allowed myself to believe such things were possible.”

“Primo,” you started sadly. “You are worth so much more than you will ever know.”

“I’m afraid what you see is just a reflection of your own light, Diavolina.”

“Say it again, please?”

“I love you, my little devil,” he whispered and leaned over the table. His lips met yours with a sweet softness and he took your face in his hands with that same beautiful tenderness he had always reserved for only you.  “Forever, for always,” he promised, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you.”

-x-

Primo stood at the front door, waving off the flattery of a younger vampire in a crisp delivery uniform. The kid continued, unaware of Primo’s growing annoyance, but you could see it set in his shoulders a little more with each word. The more time you spent with him, the easier it was to read his body language. It was especially easy in moments like this, when a well-intentioned groveling carried on a bit too long and kept him from tending his plants.

“Yes, yes, thank you,” he asserted with a wave and quickly closed the door. He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Fan club meeting?” you teased from your spot on the sofa.

“Hardly,” he grumbled before shuffling through the room and dropping a thick envelope in your lap.

“What’s this?”

“Your protection.”

You raised an eyebrow and tore the little strip from the edge before peering inside. “Uh…how is this supposed to help me?” you asked and dumped the contents in your lap. “It’s a bunch of paper…and someone’s passport? Who the hell is Gia Emeritus?”

Primo shrugged. “No one until a few days ago. Now she’s you.”

“Come again?”

[starlightsuffered]

My Boyfriend’s Dad

A/N - if it’s requested I’ll do another chapter of a secret rendezvous in the cabin

Info - cheating, age gap, cuck, fingering, squirt, infidelity, dom Timothée, dirty talk, praise kink

“It’s lovely to meet you ma’am,” I shook my boyfriend’s mother’s hand. This was the first time I’d be meeting his parents. We were going to be spending a weekend in a cabin together.

In all truth, I didn’t feel that close with Charlie. He liked me a lot but I’d been tempted to break it off a time or two. However, when he’d floated this idea my way I’d been excited. I badly needed a cabin retreat away from society.

“My husband, Timothee, will be out soon, he’s attending to some of the gardening,” Charlie’s mom commented.

“Isn’t she sweet,” Charlie said excitedly when his mom went to check on the cooler of drinks.

“Yeah, you look a lot like her,” I commented casually.

Everything changed when his father came around the corner. He was so tall, he had to be six foot. He was lanky, brunette, with a large nose and curly hair. He was classically handsome yet also a bit feminine. He looked like he knew how to use a sword but also recite poetry.

“Hello,” he said with a wide smile. My stomach did summersaults.

“I shan’t give you my hand, I fear they’re covered in gardening,” he said, looking down at himself.

“It’s fine!” I said embarrassingly quick. Timothée, my boyfriend’s father, looked at me with a crooked smile. He put out a dirty hand. I shook it and felt sparks light me up.

I had to keep readjusting myself in the back seat with Charlie. His dad was singing and telling stories in that deep, alluring voice and my aural arousal was going haywire. I kept fiddling with my pink skirt, and trying to breathe.

I decided I just would pretend to sleep on the trip so I didn’t squirm so much. Eventually, Charlie said he would break his dad from driving. My heart stopped. That meant he’d be sitting back here with me.

“I wouldn’t mind a rest in the back,” Timothée said jovially. He pulled the car over and I felt Charlie move. Outside I heard him requesting that his dad get to know me because he really liked me. Fuck, would I ever love to get to know him. Finally, he opened the door and climbed in the back with me.

I felt tingling being so close to him. I could smell him even better. He situated himself so he could lay down in the back with me. I pretended I was still asleep. I didn’t make a peep when his socked foot landed on my clothed cunt. He must’ve thought it was comfortable because he left it there.

I felt myself getting wet just from this. No, no, not now, I couldnt fucking let this happen. I was dating his fucking son. Then again, he was the one who had his foot on my lap. He’d been overly friendly with me since we’d met. Could it be possible…?

The idea was so perverted. He was twice my age. I could see the stripes of grey in his curls. He had a whole wife and son, who I was dating. I hated that listing the reasons that this was wrong made me even more wet.

“Mmmm,” Timothée moaned in his sleep and shifted. The scent of his cologne floated my way. It took all of my strength not to whine with pleasure. Such a man. More of a man than his son. I bet his cock was thick and veiny and that he knew his way around a pussy.

I was so soaked right now, wetter than I’d ever been fucking Charlie. I bit my bottom lip. I took advantage of a bump on the road to rub myself up against his foot.

Slick oozed out of my core. His large foot was putting more pressure on me now. I gulped and white knuckled my pillow.

I’d never admitted some of my more degenerate fantasies to Charlie. I didn’t think she’d take too kindly to me leaking through my underwear to his father.

He was just such a MAN. You could tell he was subtly strong, muscles cording through his arms. His hands and feet were large. He was greying and had a twinkle in his eyes. I couldn’t escape the feeling that he could teach me how to do things so well. He’d praise me and guide me into taking cock, praise me for doing something right.

The thought of his soft voice gently whispering to me and urging me to take him in my hole made me want to cross my legs.

I didn’t know how to deal with this. I was so turned on my thighs were shaking.

“That was a good forty winks,” Timothée yawned and stretched. I knew it would be so wrong but I wanted to lean into his exposed pit and huff the dark curly hair there.

“Woah,” he called out. Charlie had taken a sharp turn and centrifugal force made his much larger body squish up against mine. I couldn’t help it now, I let out a wanton moan. His hand had somehow landed directly on my lust. I was bright red, and nearly dizzy from the blood rushing to my clit.

“What’s this now?” Came the gentle ton in my ear. His hand was not moving. He could feel how damp I was through my panties.

“Is everyone alright?” Charlie asked worriedly.

“Sorry dad.”

“Oh it’s just fine,” Timothée replied in a near purr as he began to cup my pussy. I nearly had to shove a fist in my mouth to stop the noises I wanted to make. He was fondling my folds, and I was dripping. I sucked in another breath, as if I could ever regain composure.

“You okay y/n, I know you’re used to public transit,” Charlie said nervously.

“Answer him,” Her father crooned in my ear. I opened my mouth just as his hand went into my pants. I let out an embarrassing sort of moan noise that sounded absolutely perverted.

“I said answer him like a good girl.”

“I’m fine,” I responded in a voice that sounded nothing like my own. Timothée long finger began to pet my swollen clit.

“That’s it, you treat him right so I can treat you right,” Timothée whispered to me. His strong hand flexed under my skirt. He hadn’t even entered me yet and I was already a disgusting mess.

“Sir,” I whispered shakily. I squirmed, pretending I wanted to pull away from his grasp. I didn’t at all. I knew it was the right thing to do but I didn’t want him to stop.

“So respectful,” he chuckled. “even though I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you weren’t thinking pure thoughts.”

“Holy fuck,” I gulped. I was so glad Charlie and his mom were chatting away in the front about directions. If one of them happened to look back I knew our cover would be blown.

“You like this don’t you? Being touched by an older man, the father of your boyfriend no less,” he whispered in my ear.

“I could tell you were an inexperienced little girl when I met you. How would you enjoy if I taught you a thing or two? Huh?”

Was he mocking me? I couldn’t tell and I didn’t fucking care. I was throughly enjoying the way he rubbed at me. I was just focusing on not crying out from the sheer euphoria of this scandalous behaviour.

“Just think about it y/n. My wife could look back at any moment and see me with hand hand down a younger girl’s skirt,” Timothée told me. He drew his hand away and I let out a whine of protest. I was met with a beautiful sight. His gorgeous hand was shimmering with my slick. Even his wedding band was coated.

“Oops you got something there, let me help,” Timothée said in a regular volume. Before I knew it he was shoving his fingers in my mouth. I could taste my own juice on his ring. Pornographic fear set in as I looked in the mirror. I prayed to a god I didn’t believe in that Charlie would not look back.

“Hey, keep your eyes on me,” Timothée murmured. My eyes immediately locked with his. My body was throbbing so hard it nearly hurt. I couldn’t come in my panties we still had a ways to go.

I’d be forced to sit here in my mess, next to the man who’d made me do it, locked in the car with the man people who didn’t know they’d been so close to the adultery.

“Maybe you’d like to call me something?” He asked as he pushed his hand back in my underwear.

“Something my daughter used to call me,” he chuckled. He began to pump his fingers inside me furiously. I nearly choked on my moan.

“You okay baby,” Charlie asked.

“C-carsick,” I lied. I could hear Timothee scoff.

“Wrong word, I know the real one you wanna use,” he rasped. His lips were tickling the side of my face as he whispered to me.

“Daddy,” I dared to whisper the word.

“Thaaaaaaats a good girl,” he praised me. I was as wet as a fucking fountain.

“This is your first fingering from a man isn’t it? Your first one is from a married man, right behind his wife. Your first one is from your boyfriend’s dad. You really are fucking disgusting y/n.”

“Fuck!” I gasped. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My lust was shooting into my panties and over his hand. I wanted to lean into him and bury my face in his chest as I orgasmed.

“Hmm,” he mused and pulled his hand out. He cockily licked his fingers clean as he smirked.

“You squirt a lot, don’t get pregnant from my son. You seem fertile” he muttered. I was beet red. We pulled into the drive way of the cabin. I was still panting and damp.

“That’s my job to do to you,” he winked at me and abruptly left the car.

“Did you like her dad? Isn’t she so sweet?” I could hear Charlie asking outside the car.

“Yeah,” I now heard Timothée chuckle as I looked down at the wet spot spreading on my skirt.

“She and I really bonded back there. You should keep her around.”

This was going to be an interesting trip.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator r @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker @therealbeabodoobee @slytherinqueen4life

[ryan-lowe]

Part 1. Two years ago. 

His friend’s engagement party was that night. They were friends from the group he used to run with -- Ben and Kara. Both had gotten clean and to celebrate their promise to sobriety, they also wanted to promise themselves to each other. 

How romantic. 

The party was at a popular restaurant downtown that had a large balcony that overlooked downtown. "You two are damn lucky the weather is on your side tonight," Ryan said with a grin as he approached his old friends. Kara immediately hugged him, and Ben clasped a hand on his shoulder. "It's good to see you, Ry," Ben said.

It'd been over a year since they'd seen each other last. After Sam was born, Ryan cut ties with everyone he'd known from those chapters of his life — the chapters spent with Hattie, and with those friends, high on whatever they could get their hands on. 

Kara stepped away, but kept a hand on Ryan's chest. "Ryan, we had to invite her." Her voice was so quiet, Ryan barely heard her. His brows furrowed, then the realization of who she meant hit him like a ton of bricks. 

Hattie.

He felt the blood drain, and a ringing in his ear. 

"Fucking hell," Ryan heard himself speak, but didn't remember allowing the words out. Quickly, he turned, needing out of that space. He could hear his friends saying their apologies, but he continued toward the exit -- which was unfortunately also the entrance. 

Ryan had almost made it to the door. But, cruel fate intervened. There she was, walking in with another man's arm around her. He'd know her face anywhere, because it was Sam's face. Sam's eyes. Sam's blonde hair. Sam's smile. His stomach twisted into a knot. He could feel his heart beat in his ears. 

The two made eye contact, and Hattie had the audacity to smile. 

He should've left -- he knew he should've left. But, he stayed. Because she looked good. She looked healthy. She looked clean. Ryan put on a facade, and went about with pleasantries and useless conversations, but felt her eyes on him again and again. 

Finally, he excused himself to the restroom. Ryan didn't have to look over his shoulder. He could feel her follow. He went through the private bathroom door, but didn't bother turning to lock it. He knew she was coming. 

"Hi, Ry." 

Ryan turned to face her, keeping his expression as neutral as possible. The dress she wore clung to the curve of her waist. She fiddled with a bracelet — a bracelet that he’d given her — that was clasped on her wrist. A nervous habit of hers. And he hated that he noticed all of these things. 

He slid his hands casually into the front pockets of his slacks. "I didn't know you'd be here," He replied, doing his best to keep his tone even.

"But you're glad to see me," Hattie said quietly, her head tilting a little before taking a cautious step forward, toward him.

"Did you just leave your date out there to have a chat with me?" The bite to his tone now was impossible to hide. Why the fuck was he acting jealous?? "But why should I be surprised by that,” He continued, “It’s what you’re good at. Leaving."

The silence hung in the air. The two stared at each other. Hattie fiddled with that damn bracelet. 

"I think about Sam--" Hattie began to say as she took another cautious step forward. Ryan cut her off. "Don't you fucking dare," He hissed, his eyes narrowing and still standing his ground. Pain etched across Hattie's face. Ryan hated the twinge of guilt he felt. His brows quivered just slightly. A moment of weakness. Hattie took full advantage of it, and stepped forward again. 

They were too close, now. 

Hattie's hand reached out and began fiddling with the zipper on Ryan’s jacket. She looked up at him under full lashes. "Does she look like me?" She asked, half-whispered. 

Ryan's jaw flexed before he replied, "Yeah... Yeah, she does."  

Another moment of silence between them. Betraying himself once more, Ryan's gaze shifted to her lips. 

He wasn't sure who leaned in first, but it didn't matter. Their lips met, arms intertwined, and the two consumed each other.  

[arolesbianism]

Thinks abt comic Siffrin. This could be a playground I think. If I felt like it. If I so chose.

[dreams-in-daylight]

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[tonycries]

FEVER FEVER FEVER

Synopsis. Sèx pollen - it’s never felt so good.

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

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, sèx pollen, PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, creampíes, bréeding, making them whímper, oraI (fem), true form Sukuna, Sukuna’s two mouths, ínappropríate use of jujutsu, 7:3 technique, GOJO’S POWERS, matíng presses, overstím, bóndage, first times (Choso), losing control, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Can you guess the title reference heheh?

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - WICKED!

Toji Fushiguro swears he isn’t affected - he swears that stupid, stray technique didn’t actually hit him when finishing off today’s job.

After all, it’s not like he’s some weak, pathetically needy-

“Please, doll.” Toji gasps - he heaves - hot and heavy between your pretty legs. Letting his roughened tongue slide its pathway across that perky scar sitting right on the edge of his white-glossed lip, re-tasting you. Himself. And he can feel the way his overworked tip twitches at that cute wide-eyed gaze of yours, mouth dropping at him begging. “Don’t make me ah- say any of that s-stupid stuff again.”

You huff out a low bout of teasing laughter that makes him flinch, “Hmm, but I don’t think I heard you properly, baby?”

God, he wished he couldn’t smell your sweet saccharine scent fogging up his mind, he wished the mere sound of your honeyed tone didn’t have him gushing out in another sweltering hot wave. Growling, “W-when this is over I swear—”

“Time’s ticking…”

Damn.

“P-please-” The word comes out strangled - pained. “Can I p-put it back inside, ma?”

It’s a beg - a plea.

One that has Toji’s ears flushing an angry red, and his eyes looking up at you tearily in a way that uttered he’d die right now if he didn’t get another taste of your heavenly cunt.

You can barely even start to let your head shake with a nod before a choked-up groan bursts from Toji’s wobbly lips. And he’s flipping you over with one simple push of his large, strong arms attached roughly onto your hips. Pushing your pliantly face into the soft, silken pillows on all fours like he couldn’t bear hearing any more of those sweet sounds of yours. For the sake of his sanity. 

“Yes-” he gasps, digits curling around his thick hilt to guide them into a pretty peck against your cunt. “Yes yes yes yes- finally- ah finally-”

He’s drooling. Still so greedy even after hours now. 

Swollen cock so rawly red and angry, he’s splattering out freshly translucent swashes of precum against your puckered hole. Creamy and drizzled with rings of cum from just before that he hadn’t been able to lap up mere moments earlier. 

Toji couldn’t get enough- he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t think it’s even physically possible. 

“Can’t believe what ya d-do to me-” His words are hushed, unsteady - like they were on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. Pressing a lingering trail of kisses down your arched spine, he gulps in your heady pheromones. “-oh, s’not even that fucking p-pollen, ya have no fuckin’ idea.” 

But ah he gets even harder at your scent. Shuddering out a heavy groan, every powerful limb of Toji’s utterly loosening at the way your toasty cunt was hugging him so tightly all over again. You’re being massaged against his mouth-watering abs when he pushes even further in-

“Where the fuck do you think you’re g-going, huh?”

It takes you a few cockdrunken seconds to realize that this is Toji talking to you - deep baritone a few octaves higher, cracking ever-so-slightly at the end in a way you’d never even imagined before. And a few more to recognize that you’d been clawing at the rickety headboard, jittery hips sneaking mere inches away from his ruthless size. 

You’re gasping, letting go immediately. “I-I didn’t mean- you’re just so big, Toji.”

And, truly, he was. 

There’s so much of him.

You didn’t know whether it was the sex pollen that had him fitting out the snug inches of his girth so massively bigger than usual. Strawberry tip red and painting your puffy pussy lips to be dripping wet, it seemed like just the tiniest piston has his rotund head spreading open your taut insides. 

Has Toji’s head reeling. Has him getting angry at the slightly melty recoil that had his bawling tip parting from your insides for a split-second. 

Addicted. 

But this makes Toji hiss, it makes his strong arms wrap around your waist in a vice-like bodylock. Eyes crinkling with watery beads of tears, he catches your lips in a filthy, filthy kiss. “No- don’t fuckin- you can fucking take it- want it- need it, ma, please- think m’gonna die without ya-”

Gripping harshly onto your hips to slam into the very depths of your pussy, he’s feeding your sopping slit with every his girthy inch. All the way until his hefty balls kiss wetly up against your ass. 

THUD!

“Oh shit-” your voice quivers, eyeing the sagging end of the bed. “Toji, you broke the-”

But that didn’t matter to Toji. Why would it?

SLAM!

In fact, it’s the fucking last thing he could think about before swiftly maneuvering your body to press against the fucking floor with a strained gruff. 

And in a split-second, something muscular and weighty is being pressed onto the back of your head. You gasp when you realize that it’s Toji’s foot, angling his gyrating hips perfectly right to swipe an oozing glide of wispy precum down your battered g-spot. 

He’s panting - heaving out, “Heh, s-spread ‘em-” Frantically kneeing apart your limp legs wider, “oh, yeah tha’s it. Shhh sh sh-” You didn’t know whether Toji was trying to soothe you or his greedy self. “Take this f-fuckin’ cock f’me, alright?”

Splaying out one palm midway down your stomach to massage and feel for his riotous nudge, exactly where he could feel himself ramming in for the nth time. Over and over- 

Hmm…maybe this sex pollen wasn’t too bad. 

“W-what?” You’re whirling your bleary gaze over your shoulder to sputter and Toji registers that his drunken mouth has accidentally babbled out loud. 

But the only response you mercifully get is Toji spooning his fingers down to swirl over your neglected clit. A sleazy grin smearing all over his face at the way his thick digits slip and slide from how coated your sensitive nub was with his seed. 

“M’jus’ s-sayin, ma-” he grins, and you feel his tight, cum-filled balls thwack! thwack! thwack! against your overstuffed cunt even harder. More wickedly. “This sex pollen’s making me a bit…hungry again.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 7:3

“M-my love-” Nanami hisses through a wince at the way his rich baritone was breaking pathetically - hoarse, choked-up. He’s never felt this way. Never. “J-jus’ one more?”

Never been so greedy. So horny.

Like he’d die if he doesn’t paint your pretty pussy white.

And if the way your husband had you folded into a mean mess of a mating press wasn’t enough to agree, he’s planting a pretty peck right against the battered bullseye of your g-spot with his swollen tip. Hard. 

The spongy cushion making him collapse onto his elbows with a groan, repeating his same, syrupy mantra. “Please o-one more-”

Nanami’s stamina was incredible by itself but now?

Now it had you blinking back your sobbing tears, swiping away the sweat-dampened strands of blond from his face with a trembly hand, “Only one more?”

Oh, Nanami’s voice opens to agree, his lips crack open to repeat them- those words barely babbling out of his loose mouth before your clingy walls suddenly give him a tempting squeeze. And any and all rational thought is sucked thoroughly out of him-

“I-I don’t know-” he’s breathing out, letting his head fall into the safety of the crook of your neck. Hips still stuttering forwards to spearhead into your gummy depths. Mindlessly. He could feel the drippingly wet slosh of his cum coating his shaft. Drinking in your sweet, sweet scent, “Don’t- don’t know why this is happening. Don’t know if it’s ‘nough- don’t hngh- know if it’ll ever be. J-jus’ want you a pretty m-momma, darling.”

And it’s all that he’s been thinking about for the whole day now.

Right from the very second he’d been hit with a special grade technique during a mission, to the moment that Nanami had stormed up to your apartment and taken you right then and there on the living room floor.

Hours ago.

“P-please-” 

Nanami doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but it’s just about all that he can sputter out like a little prayer. 

However, you do, apparently. Flashing him a cockdrunken smile that makes his breath hitch, and his tip bawl out a new velvety wave of precum that splatters against the ends of your cervix. You hum, “Mhm- o-one more, Ken–”

Immediately being shut up by a sudden slam! into your sweetest spots, he’s rutting in so deep, so thoroughly that you’re left deliriously wondering whether the circumference of his girth would be left indented onto your melty walls. Again. And again and again and- shit, was he using his jujutsu?

Was he even in control?

“Can’t stop- can’t stop can’t stop- I-it’s like-” Jackhammering pound after angry pound so hard that you’re being pushed further and further up the floor. “You’re too good to me- no!” he cries, accidentally sliding out from between your glossy folds to smack! smack! smack! his furiously reddened cock down the splatters of seed that drip down from your slit. Twitching until he bullies back in- “-promise m’gonna m-make it up to ya- hah- promise m’not gonna miss.”

And then he’s letting your unsteady fingers clutch tightly around the silky fabric of that yellow, speckled work tie that he hadn’t even bothered removing. “H-hold onto this- hold- in case I get too…” 

“Ken-” you hiss, feeling the cold circumference of Nanami’s wedding ring prod at your clit. So full you have the distinct thought that you could almost explode. “M’not s-sure if it’ll fit though-”

But Nanami didn’t want that - couldn’t even bear the thought-

“W-won’t fit?” Nanami shudders, eyes wide. “It won’t…won’t fit?” 

Sounding so devastated. 

Cracking a low whine at the very back of his throat when he immediately flinches away - spreading out his rounded fingers across your stomach to press. He coats his warm cock with a sudden gleam of cum eagerly, “S’this o-okay now? Will- will it fit, my love?”

And it’s so, so filthy.

You’re mewling like such a slut, “Yes- yes yes yes yes- m-more-”

Nanami was practically burning up, heaving for air. His feverish pleas panting out condensely against your face. 

“Gonna fill this ngh- cute cunt up until she’s overspilling.” Rummaging his dick inside your gooey cunt dangerously accurately, grazing up the thumping pace of his veins down the crevices of all your sensitive spots. Even hidden ones. “Have you all round and ah- glowing with my kid.” Uncharacteristically leaving a sodden swat! at your plump clit to watch your gush out in another creamy ring. “Can’t rest- can’t fuckin’ stop until I do. Feels like m’burning.”

Your fingers wrap even more desperately around his tie, pulling - hauling.

Yes, he gulps. This is what he wanted - what he needed. What the pollen was begging him for. 

His lips leer down to glissade wetly across your own, not even a kiss because he could barely even manage one. Unable to even raise his droopy eyes to meet your stare, “-hah- what do you want- t-tell me what you want, my wife.”

Your own lips quiver. “I-I want two babies, Ken-”

Oh. 

Oh, fuck. 

When Nanami was out of control, he was unrecognizable. 

Hips slamming against yours in a few more sloppy strokes, before filling up every empty space with hot pumps of his seed. Voluminous. It’s spurting against your walls with a wet thwack! and not even your hand around his tie makes him slow down.

The air crackles with a few more sparks of jujutsu - except Nanami couldn’t control it. Couldn’t grasp the way even with his technique, he was so drunk on your pussy that his cock was just barely drawing wet glides of cum down your g-spot. Almost missing. 

Making him malfunction his cursed technique. 

Yet, the only thing you can register is when your own orgasm hits, white-hot tingles flashing down your spine. Toes curling, pulse thundering so loudly in your ears that you almost miss-

“O-one…just one more, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - (Un)affected

“I don’t…I don’t-”

Now, Geto Suguru had absolutely zero idea what he was about to babble away - maybe that he wasn’t affected by that sex pollen curse he’d swallowed, maybe that he wasn’t losing a slight bit of his sanity with every feverish drag of his fingers down his painfully hard cock.

“-don’t need anythin’ but your hngh- pretty face, gorgeous. Help out your leader, would ya?”

And oh, you looked like such a dream below him - with your glassy eyes blinking up at him, tongue darted out so obscenely to catch the stray splatters of his aphrodisiac-like precum. Pearly, winking beads that drip! drip! drip! down his visibly throbbing length. 

His beautiful second-in-command.

And he was so ruined. 

Sounding so pathetic when he whispers, scared at the way he knew his words would crack pathetically at the very end. “B-bring yerself closer, no need to be hah- shy- let me- let me…please.”

But he looked so pretty above you.

Splayed out in such a messy way on the throne for the association leader, dark brows knitted, sweat trickling in glistening rivulets down his forehead. Strands of Geto’s long, dark hair stick to his forehead when he smacks your pouty lips with his angry cock until they’re rubbed raw. 

“Wan’ you to cum, Sugu–” you’re batting your lashes in a way that makes his swollen cock twitch in his hands. Smearing your palms up and down the creamy skin of his muscular, manspread thighs, “-cum on my face, please?”

Fuck, he was so unfairly sensitive right now that just the singular gust of your words hitting his cock made Geto’s abs ripple. Make his entire body wrack with shudder after shudder as his weepy tip spits out a translucent few beads of precum. 

“S-such a naughty mouth.” he’s hissing, trying for the life of him to not act like the simplest glide of your palms had Geto fighting back his high already. “Better be ah- careful. Can’t talk like that n’ not end up s-stuffed full, honey–”

It’s a warning. 

For both of you.

Geto’s finding his roughened digits fly down faster and faster his length, squeezing ever-so-slightly harder near his mushroom slit.

You whine, “But I want that, Sugu.”

You little minx. You evil, evil little-

And he can’t fucking stop the way his hefty balls clench - painfully, obscenely, sluttily in a way that has the pinkish divot at the very end of his cock spurt out in a ribbon of steaming hot seed.

You’re closing your eyes, waiting for more- but Geto has other plans. 

Plans that have him swiping over the thick pad of his thumb to press down hard at the very ruby head of his erection, choking back a slew of swears when he wavers off his orgasm for just a second. Just long enough to drag you upwards with one free hand attaching to your waist. 

Up, up, up-

“Sit on m-my cock, gorgeous-” he’s spitting, wet and panted against your lips. Dizzying. You gasp at the sodden drag of Geto’s bawling tip down your pre-soaked pussy lips, meshing in a wet, wet French kiss. “-c’mon. Ride me. Ride me please- m’burning up.”

And it was the only opportunity you’d get to hear the dangerous Geto Suguru whine, to see him blink his long, teary lashes up at you when you sink your drooling cunt down his girth just an inch. 

He was so warm splitting you open. 

So steaming hot when your tight pussy floods with string wads of cum, such a mind-numbing orgasm that Geto can feel it before he even registers it. One that has his toes curling, his arms locking around your waist to fuck up into you like he hates you. 

“D-don’t get it twisted m’early because of the ah- p-pollen.” he groans, back muscles flexing with every perfect curved arch upwards into your greedy hips. The wet thwack! of skin-on-skin resounds throughout the tatami room and makes Geto drool. Unable to even spell out coherent sentences right now - well, not until he feels your sloppy hips slow down just a tad.

“Sugu- m’tired.”

Truly, his stamina was too much. 

Swat! His fingers leave branding little imprints, before roughly attaching to pinch your pulsing clit, “Work on it, gorgeous- tha’s an order. Because m’not hngh- anywhere near done. Jus’ milk me- milk me dry…oh, yeah let that pretty pussy have her fun-” 

“O-oh fuck fuck fuck-” You clutch precariously at the mahogany woodwork of his chair, thighs aching with the sheer effort to try and bounce your drippingly wet pussy down onto his rudely jostling cock. “-there’s so much- ah- can feel it drippin’ down my thighs-”

“Sh-shut up.” Geto’s managing to get out through grit teeth, planting another unabashed smack on your cunt simply to prove his point. Begging, “God, please- mercy-”

Because your honeyed tone is so sweet, your words so filthy that they have him spurting out a few more fatigued rivers of cum. 

Rasping out the tiniest of whimpers with each of your damp bounces, he makes you work. “O-open that mouth.” And you listen - of course, you do - letting those pretty, spit-glossed lips fall open into a soft ah! All so perfect for him to spit- the taste makes you hot. Burning, like an aphrodisiac. And now you’re feeling dizzy. “Bein’ way too talkative f-for a ngh- second-in-command. Aren’t ya?”

And obviously you don’t point out the slight drizzle of drool that makes its way down the corner of his coral pink lips, obviously you don’t point out just how hot and heavy he was swirling lewdly inside your walls. Stretching you out to the max - still so hard despite cumming for the nth time already.

No, instead, you smile drunkenly. “Why? D-does it affect you, sir?”

Smack!

“Sh-shut up n’ keep riding me, gorgeous.” And you could’ve sworn that Geto’s voice broke.

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Bed chem.

Choso was ruined. Absolutely fucked out…and he was so pathetically embarrassed about it. 

Unable to wrangle the teary ah! ah! ah! ripping from the very depths of his throat every time your drenched cunt was dragging down his sensitive shaft. Still clothed, still glissading along his thumping veins teasingly - but he felt like he could cum already. 

“P-please, baby-” The thick pads of his jittery fingers find their way to the edges of your soaked underwear, hooking inside ever-so-slightly - and the tiniest sneak peek of your puffy pussy lips makes him gulp. “-please I feel like m’gonna hah- die without ya.”

“But, Cho—” And that nickname in your sweetened tone is enough for him to buck right off the silken sheets. “-how am I supposed to help you with the pollen, otherwise? M’jus’ being a good friend.”

You wanted him to say it.

You wanted your best friend to beg.

“I-I…”

And oh, he trails off - because you’re helping him slide your sticky panties just enough down your thighs. Flashing him such a dangerous smile right as you watch Choso’s mouth drop, dark brows scrunching together when he heaves out a moan.

“I d-don’t know, baby- I don’t- I don’t know-” And he felt like he was burning, he felt his melty mind getting dizzier by the minute as your slobbering cunt drags in determined gyrations against him faster. Swollen folds spreading to coat the pattern of his throbbing veins in a gleaming sheen. Humping so ferally. “B-but you smell so good and f-feel so oh- all I want is…” 

You don’t get to hear the rest of his sentence. 

Within a split-second, your panties are left in tiny tatters for him to breathe in. Filthily.

Drinking in his fill before he has one pinning both your wrists behind your back. The other plugging into your cunt to circle a slow swivel enough for him to bully inside-

Heaven. He was in heaven. 

“This. This is what it oh- feels like? This is a-all I want-” he’s hiccuping, voice breaking into such a pretty whine every time his raw cock is tapping against the softest areas of your gummy walls. “-to fuck my p-pretty best friend. All I’ve ever wanted- S’my first ngh- time, y’know?”

You’re fluttering your eyes back open to bore down at Choso’s fucked-out expression. “S’your first time? Wh-why didn’t you ah- tell me, Cho?”

And maybe because he was embarrassed, maybe because all it takes is a single clench of your saturated cunt around his girthy shaft for him to shoot out a few wisps of cum. Half-orgasming already. 

But Choso only plants his powerful thighs flat on the mattress to pressurize his slow drills upwards.

Tentative, almost. As if he wasn’t utterly rummaging your insides, poking at your glossy cervix with sopping wet glides of his fat cock, stretching out your taut channel to massage spots you didn’t even know existed. 

The pollen had him greedier than ever. 

“Mhmm– because th-there’s no one else f’me.” His lower lip wobbles cutely, dewy eyes drooping to an almost closed state with every drag of his cock down your elastic walls. Filthy. Feverish. “S’jus’ for a bit- just- hah- just for the pollen, remember?”

Oh, right. You’re shuffling your hands precariously onto Choso’s bulging pecs to determine your grinds even more thoroughly. Pound after pound that left your ass stinging with impact. It was so hypnotic that you’d almost forgotten about the entire reason you were…helping in the first place. 

You fingers bully between his plump lips, muttering, “Open f’me, Cho?”

And of course Choso would do anything you command in a heartbeat. Anything. The only thing on his mind when he lets his mouth fall slack - just in time for your syrupy stream of spit. Hitting right onto the middle of his tastebuds, swallowing. 

So heady that he half-wonders whether you were the cause of the sex pollen itself. 

Holding back a few strained pleas for mercy, he’s placing a wet line of pecks down the side of your teary cheeks- shit, when did you even start crying? Choso can’t help but let his pinkish tongue loll out to lick a languid stripe up those salty dredges, groaning. 

“Just for the p-pollen and…”

“And what?” you’re crying out, feeling one set of his ringed fingers curl deftly around the nub of your clit. Swiping a wet drag of his rotund pads down the very sensitive edges of the hood, it makes your thighs shiver down even faster to meet Choso’s addicted pace. 

“And then…”

In a split-second, you’re being flipped over so meanly. Splayed out like such a slut on the plush mattress when Choso drags your limp legs up onto the curves of his deltoids, abs flexing and rubbing up against your ass when he folds in half down, down, down into the meanest mating press you’ve never thought possible. 

Choso’s gleamingly sharp canines sink into your ear lobe, breath feverishly hot against your ear. In fact, all of him was absolutely burning right now. Heaving. “-then m’gonna hngh- marry you.” Spitting into your open mouth - broken. Desperate. “F-fuck the talking stage, fuck dating- m’gonna wife you up.” You feel his hips get sloppier and sloppier, spearheading Choso’s fat cock to the very bruised bottom of your pussy. “Shit- gonna propose. Be my wife- the mother of my kids. Breed this cunt- Let me please- ngh- please by my wife.”

Maybe it was the sex pollen that had him babbling so much, maybe it was you.

But either way - Choso doesn’t care. He doesn’t give a shit when you’re opening your lips enough to mumble, “I-I do- Cho.”

His best friend. Enough to make him rut up into you wildly like an animal. Clashing his wet tip over and over in sopping slides down your g-spot. Again. And again and-

And the only answer is Choso’s whimper, “A-and please…can your h-husband cum inside, baby?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Mouthy?!

Sukuna’s hooking two of his fingers into the corner of his mouth - his other mouth. A wide, ravenous smile. Larger, greedier, positioned right underneath your shamefully spread cunt. “Move that damn hand before I hafta do it myself, woman.”

And oh he sounded so impatient - so utterly strained like just a few seconds longer would have Ryomen Sukuna rampaging. 

Your entire body burns with embarrassment, jittery legs almost coming to a close at the feverish pant of his second mouth. Drooling, ravenously condensing out little droplets of saliva that splatter onto your quivering hole like a blank canvas. 

“B-but are you sure, Kuna?” you’re whimpering, biting back tiny gasps at the way his tongue drags its sodden taste-buds along where you were straddling him with your sheeny inner thighs. Face sitting but…not quite. “Y-you’re that needy?”

Oh.

Oh, you should’ve known better than to accuse the infamous King of Curses of being needy - no matter how utterly true it was right about now. 

Sukuna didn’t know what potion Uraume had accidentally knocked into his last meal, but it had him so ruined. He couldn’t even breathe without all the blood in his towering body rushing straight into his painfully swollen cocks, couldn’t even think without feeling like his veins were boiling with the sudden greed to taste you.

Because Sukuna might have had his meal…but he was still starving. In a way he didn’t even know before rolling his tongue past your glossy folds. 

And he was chuckling out a dangerous bout of rumbling laughter that makes your lower lip wobble, “Don’t fuckin’ call me n-needy. M’jus-” Addicted? Hypnotized? Battling with the feeling that he’ll die without your pretty pussy? Deep voice petering out when he couldn’t even begin to justify the way that Sukuna was dragging his lolling tongue down your sodden folds, twirling the very pointed tip over the hood of your clit. “-fuck- I don’t need to give you an explanation, p-puny human. Just ride me.”

That’s all the answer you’re getting before he hunches over - long tongue tunneling even deeper around your melty walls and Sukuna was drooling. Smacking many, many wet kisses.

He’s throwing his head back into the decadently royal pillows with a slight, cracking whimper at the sweet, sweet taste of you on his tongue. Not that he’d ever admit it, of course. Swivelling wetly so that every single bead of your juices drip its silky way into his widely opened mouth. “Jus’ need a taste- just one taste.”

Your juices were like nectar, making the pollen rush.

“C-can you even taste like this, Kuna–?” your voice comes out in tiny whines. Positioning your shivery hands on either side of his shoulders to steady your legs - it just felt so unbearably good. 

Swat! 

And even with his thick, calloused fingertips, it felt like Sukuna was putting in twice the strength to plant a branding smack onto the curve of your jiggling ass. “Silly girl, of course I can taste this pretty cunt of yours-” Smoothing over the raised digits, and bearing you with such a sleazy grin. “-askin’ soo many q-questions, huh?” 

“But-”

Smack! 

“Shh, why don’t we let her speak for a second, now- hm?”

Silencing down his own grunts until all that resounds in the chamber are those sloshing squelches of your cunt dragging back and forth Sukuna’s monstrous tongue. The sounds of his wet muscle gyrating in and out hotly - it was almost burning. 

“Heh, real talkative this one is, too.” he’s snickering. Two of his arms attaching roughly onto your trembly hips, and a third covering your sagging mouth. “-why dontcha hngh- play with this pretty cunt of yours a lil’, brat? Make her all nice n’ even wetter f’me to taste?”

And it’s all you can do to dance one hand down to run over your poorly neglected clit, toying with that nub just the way you liked - and the way Sukuna liked, too. If the way his mouth - both his mouths - were smiling told you anything.

Yet, he wanted more.

“Fuck- fuck, wait.” And Sukuna smacks! away your hand with his free one - he couldn’t even last a few minutes with anyone other than himself staking a slutty claim on your cunt. “Let- let me.” Every roll of his tongue goes hand-in-hand with the meanest little drag of his fat thumb down your clit. At your surprised yelp, “Shut up and ride it.”

You’re clenching your teeth, bouncing your thighs up and down to glissade a ride everywhere from the ridges of Sukuna’s defined abs to the edges of his slurping tongue. 

“Heheh yeah-” he’s giggling - giggling. Drunk on you and your ravenous hips, you were moving against him so filthy at this point and he almost feels himself - the king of curses - blush. Head lolling backwards but eyeing down to watch how spearheaded you were on his tongue, surging in and out in wet sloshes to fuck your pretty cunt open on him. “Clenchin’ around me so tight- looks like you’re gonna cum, hm?”

“I-I am…so close, Kuna-”

“Don’ needa tell me- this cunt is speaking ‘nough for the both of ya. Right about-” Your eyes spark with sudden stars as he leaves another sudden smack! on your ass, your clit, and then one on your thigh. Before pulling- hauling- “-now.”

And the very moment you feel that build-up within your stomach snap - gushing out in wet wave after wave of your orgasm. All you can do is grab on helplessly to the- the headboard?

Blinking open your bleary eyes to realize that you were sitting on Sukuna’s mouth. His actual mouth. Cracked wide open for him to lap up every single bead and splatter of your squirting.

Such a filthy mess.

“There we go-” he’s groaning, eyes falling half-lidded. And through the corner of your eye, you catch the way his second mouth licks its lips devilishly. “-now I’m almost full.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - “D-do you hate me?”

“What?” you’re blinking down at your dear boyfriend. “Of course not, Toru-”

“Then, y-you really think this will hold me back, sweetheart?”

The words are barely out of Gojo’s mouth before he already knows that they’re bluffs, already knows that the strongest is powerless against those thick black blindfolds restraining his wrists to the bedposts - and you. 

You, you, you-

With your trembly legs straddling his lap, hovering your cunt just above his strawberry blushed head so deliciously. Your sodden pussy lips slobbering all the way down his length in a way that Gojo finds dizzying. He just can’t help but tug-

“Now now, I said no pulling.” Your honeyed tone makes his fat tip twitch despite the way it was dripping with a filthy warning. “Jus’ the tip, Toru. Remember?”

Right…not. 

“Yes yes yes yes-” Gojo gasps wetly, feet planting on either side of the mattress to buck up and push. To smear a pretty peck right past your folds and against that tight ring of muscle, hot. And, shit, maybe it was that fucking pollen but Gojo whimpers, how he wished he could touch you. “-jus’ the tip. The tip hngh- please jus’ take me I don’t even c-care.”

But he did.

Oh, how much Gojo cared ever since he’d let himself be hit by that weak sex pollen jujutsu as a joke. 

Never expecting to end up babbling thoroughly pussydrunkenly like this, to have his twitchy cock sinking in a mere inch into your melty walls and feeling like he was about to burst. 

“You say that but this is way more than ‘just the tip’, Toru–”

And Gojo can’t help but look, to snap his teary eyes downwards and drink in the way your puffed-up pussy lips were bulging all around his thick cock. Just barely past his sensitive slit, he could catch that thumping pulse at your cunt like you wanted to milk something delicious. 

“A-are ya sure, pretty?” he’s snickering, gripping on tightly to use the lewd leverage of his ties to rut up, up, up- “Doesn’t l-look like hngh- s’enough to me.”

Shit.

He can’t help the way his prattling mouth sags open when your tight cunt swallows up another greedy inch. And if any of you two had been in a slightly less delirious state of mind, then you’d have noticed the way the dim bedroom lighting flickers, the way your bed shifts. 

Keening at the slight thickening where his hilt was fatter, spearheading your taut pussy so open. It’s like his prominent veins were throb throb throbbing to massage forbidden sweet spots that you didn’t even know existed. 

You’re taking a few sloppy seconds to find your voice, gathering up every shred of will in your body to make sure it doesn’t break. “D-don’t act like you’re hah- forgiven for g-getting yourself into this mess, baby-”

Ah, Gojo practically purrs underneath you. “Jus’ feel like m’gonna d-die without ya-” Bed creaking when he riotously thrusts upwards to match your tantalizing pace with a much sloppier one of his own. That smack-on-smack after every pound music to his ears - but not enough. “But, if you let m-me outta these ngh– ties then maybe I could-”

“Toru…”

Oh, he was in trouble.

But that angry scoff on your pretty features only had Gojo moaning, gulping in desperate heavals of your scented pheromones. Dizzying. 

“Satoru.”

Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, Gojo was out of control. 

Head throwing back at your voice, lips gasping. Furiously ramming upwards into you with every ounce of strength he had - and Gojo could feel his limbs weaken, his bones ache with fatigue but he needed more. 

Maybe it was the pollen, probably it was him.

Burning for it.

“Aww don’ be like that. J-just the tip- just the tip-” he’s hiccuping out, eyes rearing almost half-closed. Sweat drips down the middle of his spine, your slick smears down in a wet gush onto his tufts of white when your pussy lips kiss his toned pelvis. Way past the tip but Gojo couldn’t stop- “-a little more-” Pushing mindlessly deeper, “-the tip- fuck you can take it- jus ah-” Wouldn’t stop. Can’t stop.

“Toru-” your words pitch into something pathetically whiny now. “-m’so close…”

He already knew

Of course, he already knew. His six eyes could catch that extra wad of drool coating your inner walls, the way your rapid pulse was probing even louder against his overwhelmed cock. Almost painfully. 

“Mhm– I know I know-” he gasps, ripping out a guttural moan when you’re craning over your pretty self to lick a path down the side of that sliver of drool at his mouth. “-cum f’me then- cum- hngh- cum on my cock, please?”

“I should hah- leave you right now, for lying about j-just the tip.”

But who was Gojo Satoru against you?

The slight threat only just leaves your glossed lips before he feels a stubborn pricking behind his eyes. Fuck, what a spectacle this would be to anyone right now. Big, bulbous tears crinkling down the side of his cheeks, Gojo bats his wet lashes innocently up at you. “Please?”

And with a shudder, you’re cumming - crashing headfirst into your orgasm. 

Fuck, you’re wondering whether this curse was contagious with how strong those waves of your high are. Peak after peak and only much, much later do you realize that Gojo’s already ripped straight through his restraints.

Left as mere tatters by the pillow when he latches on roughly to your waist and pounds up his drilling rams, over and over to target your poor, bruised g-spot. Fucking you through your high, vision swimming, lights exploding- 

And Gojo doesn’t even realize he’s cumming until he’s managing to crack his glowing eyes open to bore down at the milky ring of white painting around his thick hilt. Gasping in wonderment, he’s running a singular digit down the glossy puddle - before popping it into his mouth. Sucking. 

“Sweetheart…would you h-hate me if I said I’m ah- still feeling the sex pollen?”

“...”

A/N. Hope you lovelies have a great dayyyy <3

Plagiarism not authorized.

[hanasnx]

ᯓ★ “ I WANNA FUCK WITH THE LIGHTS ON ” — clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: this movie isn’t out yet but i can’t wait that long to take advantage of my superman kick and fuck this man. unfortunately i don’t know much about his characterization other than the trailer content. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship ノ explicit sexual content ノ size difference ノ dick riding ノ objectification ノ p in v ノ praise ノ clark has huge dick syndrome.

“Just… take it slow.” CLARK KENT encourages, but it’s said more so for himself than you. A large, flattened palm emphasizes his instruction, gesturing for you to relax without grabbing you to take over your actions. You stop, his eyes flickering to meet yours questioningly, until he takes a shot in the dark. “Please.” It’s delightfully endearing, and it loosens you up a little.

“It’s not that, Clark, I’m just—you’re just so… you know,” Big. You try to hint at it without blurting it out. Hovering over his lap too long, a tremor builds in your thighs, and you bite down onto your lip as you let it pass through you in a shudder.

His expression adjusts as the realization dawns on him, “Ah,” he exclaims thoughtfully, and he tests the waters, bringing his hands to your body to rest in comfortable places. Your waist seems appropriate, and your fingers fiddle with the muscle in his shoulders as you keep chewing your lip. “Do you want me to take over?” the question is punctuated with a shift of his hips, arranging himself in a better position to begin, but even the marginal movement has you whining with need. It alerts him, tensing up instantly as he freezes while your pretty face twists in pleasured agony. You’re still wrapped around his reddened tip, and it’s a burning kind of stretch that makes you wish you could just shove him in all the way—at the cost of ripping you in half.

Through your heavy lids and thick eyelashes, you manage to meet his gaze with darkened pupils that don’t want to cooperate. You hum a pitiful “uh-huh” while you nod your head, signaling to him that he’s right. His thumbs on your torso stroke at your skin comfortingly, big hands clamped around you as he raises you. The lip of his head catches on the rim of your pussy, and you suck in a breath as an emptiness replaces what used to be filled.

“We’re gonna take it nice and easy,” Clark talks you through it, but even his exhale hitches when cold air hits his slit. Carefully, he lowers you back on, feeding his dick back into your silken walls before taking it away again—all to introduce your hole to his size little by little. The method chips away at your tightness, and you try to follow his movements with yours even if you’re weak in the knees. “Wanna look at me, duchess? Let me see your eyes?” He tilts his head, his curls falling over his forehead as he chases your gaze. You do your best to peel your eyes open one-by-one, granting him his wish as you pant through your open mouth taking his cock one agonizing inch at a time. The sight of you barely holding on when he’s not even halfway in, stretches a smile onto his face, and if you were more coherent, you’d say it’s one of pride as well as endearment.

One hand cautiously releases your side, while the other takes your weight entirely, bobbing you up and down as if you were no heavier than a fleshlight. His other slides between you two to seek out your pretty bud, resting his thick fingers on your thigh while his thumb comes to stroke at that clit. The new sensation slicks you up as quickly as it occurred, and you gasp at how elevated it all feels from a simple action like that. “That’s what you were missing. Right, baby? It’s hard to loosen up without it. You’re so tight…” You know he didn’t say it like it’s a compliment, but it makes your insides jump anyway. Your muscle contracts and suddenly he can fit a lot more in. “Does that feel good?” he asks, his thumb leisurely circling your bud as your pussy drools around him.

Desperately, you nod your head with a couple of “mm-hmm’s!” that lead him to speed up—introducing you to more of his length as he picks up the pace on petting your clit. Your hands abandon gripping his shoulders for stability and instead overlay his. Yours are dwarfed by him, but he takes your guidance, absorbing how you’re putting pressure on his knuckles and replicating it against your poor pearl, getting puffy from the stimulation and the lack of getting railed. It all lights a fire under your ass, and your body moves for you, bouncing in place to try and force more of his cock into you. You can’t overpower the Superman, but he does let you take it all down to the hilt—his strength making a sex toy out of you.

[merakidoll]

the first time choso saw you bent over in the tiny white skirt, he knew you would be taking such a prized possession from him - his virginity!

choso dwelled in being a hot man who had a big dick that hadn’t been touched. but one look at your ass, then in your eyes, he was a gonner like everyone else who crossed paths with you. “f-fuck” he mumbled when you removed his cock from your mouth with a wet pop. a saliva string from your lips to his tip connected you two and it was so hot. “gonna be super duper gentle chocho!” his large bed covered in silk black sheets brought comfort. choso wasn’t scared, but nervous. what if he wasn’t as good as you think he would be? digging your duck nails into his board shoulders you used your free hand to aline him to your fat cunt rubbing his tip up between your pussy lips and circling his head with your clit. you gentle tapped him against your pink puffy clit making pre cum ooze.

“stop teasing” he gritted out, his nails dug into the sheets so tight that some of his red gel polished chipped. his balls were heavy, never feeling this feeling of pain from needing pleasure so bad. with a small wiggle the fat head of choso dick popped into your cunt. a shocked gasped came from your mouth, while choso adam’s apple bobbed. his face becoming red from how hot tight and wet you are. what a welcoming. “oh goddd” you cried out slowly sliding down him, his grith was unexplainable. so fat and long, the best you ever had. once your ass touched his thighs and you sat on him completely you let out a shaky breath.

your big eyes looked at how choso’s eyes were closed as if he was restraining himself. that’s what choso was used to, restraining, but you had his brain so gone. he couldn’t think any thoughts that would usually calm his crazy instincts when he was with you. as if he was blinded by pleasure, choso moved quick flipping you two over and pounding your cunt for all the years worth of pent up agression. “love this pussy, shit” he growled. balls slapping your ass, he enjoyed watching you try to grab anything to run for him. the pleasure knocking the wind out of you. his cock so far deep inside of you that it was hard to breath. “don’t run bunny. take it. you begged for this dick.”

slowing down he leaned down and kissed your wet lips. he pulled back bitting your bottom lip drawing blood that he licked up. your body shook against him, hands shanking as your nails clawed at his back, bow charm popping off. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, squirt shooting out of you and getting all over choso. “thata girl. give everything to your chocho” kissing your neck he stilled inside of you and moaned into your neck, his cum filling you to the brim. when his balls felt empty choso slid out of you, you finally felt as if you could breath. but too soon, as soon as you felt it, the wind was knocked out of you again. choso man handling you on your stomach, and into an arch where he slid back inside of you, smaking your ass. “c-chochoooo i-i can’t!”

tears poured down your cheeks, hands holding the headboard while you moaned, a scream coming from you when his fat thumb massaged your puckered hole slowly pushing in as he fucked you deep and hard. “you can bunny. giving m-my baby everything she wants” throwing his head back choso licked his lip tasting the metal of his lip ring. opening his eyes he was mesmerized by your ass clapping against his cock. he watched more and more cream get on his cock with each thrust. “m’there. fuck bunny!” his body fell on you as his cum came out unexpectedly.

a feeling as if his body was levitating came over him. your pussy clenched and unclenched. the mix of you both coming out of you as you came with him again, then fell into a deep cum driving slumber. with a limp dick and empty balls choso pulled out of you and layed you comfortably in the bed. he stood at the end and chuckled to himself, you could never leave him.

[slut4thebroken]

size kink

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Pairing | Jason Todd x reader

Summary | He as a size kink. That’s it lol.

Warnings | Smut, size kink, manhandling, praise, creampie, gaping, cockwarming.

Words | 1k

Notes | 😵‍💫 that fucking comic panel tho

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 6: manhandling + size kink

Can y’all help me come up with a title😭 I’m literally so exhausted and I just want to pass out but I have to post it within two hours for it to still be day 6 skfhsk

Jason Todd has a huge size kink… He’s so massive that it’s honestly hard not to because there are barely any female body types that aren’t smaller than him. Tall, big, buff— all smaller than him, usually by a lot too. 

Especially you. You’re pretty much the same size as the average woman, but standing next to Jason— he practically dwarfs you. Whenever he holds your hand, you usually end up just holding two of his fingers because it’s more comfortable that way. Even when he places his hand on your thigh, he can completely cover the entire width of it. 

Even though he loves the way it feels to hold you, how easy it is to lift you and manhandle you however he wants… one of his most favorite things is how small your cunt is too. It wasn’t abnormally small— it was proportionate to your body— but compared to his abnormally large cock? Even just compared to his fingers, you could barely take it. 

He always tried to do as much foreplay as possible because, even though he thinks it’s hot when your face scrunches up in pain as you do your best to take him, he doesn’t actually want to hurt you or make it not good for you. So he usually eats you out, slowly working you open on his fingers. He almost always gives you at least one orgasm before even attempting to fit his cock inside you, but even after the time he made you come over and over again for two hours straight, you were still so fucking tight. 

You let out these soft whimpers and sounds of pain that make his cock throb. Sometimes you gasp out and desperately cling to him, trying to ground yourself. He always eases his cock in slowly, holding your hand or cupping your cheek and whispering soft praises into your ear. 

“So good at taking my cock, baby. I’m almost halfway.” You whined and squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on taking deep breaths and relaxing your muscles. Jason couldn’t help but look down between your bodies, watching his cock slowly disappear into your tight heat. “Almost there, princess.” His voice was low and thick with poorly restrained arousal. When he finally bottomed out, you let out a pained whimper and he closed his eyes, trying not to bust his load right then and there. 

“Such a good girl. You’re doing so good, baby.” He murmured tenderly, leaning down to kiss over your neck as his hand snaked down to rub your clit. You usually signaled whenever you were ready for him to start moving and he’d slowly draw his hips back, then push in again at the same pace. 

Sometimes though, he’d stand and hold you in the air, lifting you up and down on his cock, limiting your squirming significantly. Or if you were riding him, he’d grab your hips and move you however fast and hard he wanted— even if you put all your strength into staying seated or moving away, he was always stronger than you. It took practically no effort for him to lift you up and down, fucking you like you were his own personal sex doll. 

While he usually liked being able to kiss you and watch your expression contort in pain as your walls were forced to accommodate his cock, he also liked putting you on your stomach. Sometimes he’d put you on your knees and push your face into the bed, but he liked laying on top of you even more. With his large legs caging in your much smaller ones, it made you even tighter. He loved being able to completely lay on top of you and wrap his arms around you, forcing you to feel every inch of his thick cock going in and out of your pussy. That position always made you feel trapped, but more in an exciting way rather than an anxious way because you knew he’d get off of you in a heartbeat if you told him to. 

“That’s it… Be a good girl and just take it, baby.” He whispered breathily, lips brushing your ear. You let out a choked moan and he moved his hand to squeeze your neck. “You just lay there and let me use my favorite little fleshlight.” Every single time— without fail— your cunt would get impossibly tighter when he talked to you like that. 

Something else he loved; the amount of come he released was proportional to his body as well… Sometimes he liked to paint your pretty face, completely drench you in his seed, but usually he liked filling you up. He liked dragging his hips back until his cock finally dislodged from your tight pussy that was practically trying to suck him in, and watching his come dribble out of your gaping hole, down your puffy folds. 

“Oh, look at you, baby…” He cooed, voice raspy and thick. You whined and squirmed, enjoying the feeling of him filling you up and his seed leaking out of your abused cunt almost as much as he did. 

“Squeeze that little cunt, princess. Try to keep my come inside.” He ordered softly, grabbing your ass and pulling you open to get a perfect view of your holes. He watched them flutter, but even when you tried your hardest, his cock had stretched you out too much for your hole to be able to tighten up again so soon. 

“Poor thing… can’t keep my come in that needy little pussy.” He chuckled, collecting the leaking come on his fingers and pushing it back into your hole. “But that’s okay, baby. I’ll help you…” you let out a choked moan when he forced his cock back in, stretching you once again, “keep you nice and plugged up, huh?” He laid down over you again, but turned so you were both on your sides in a spooning position with his cock still deep in your pussy— It would usually stay there until you fell asleep, but sometimes only until he got worked up enough for round two. 

(I’m still bad at ending one shots lol)

[reignpage]

Summary: In which Chiropractor!Toji meets a very pretty client that he just can't help but want to loosen up a little more than usual. Warnings: porn with little plot, smut, 18+, mdni, penetrative sex, cunnilingus, fingering, dub con?, stomach bulge, doggy, wall sex, size kink, dirty talk, Toji talking you through it, lots of praise, personification of the pussay, f!reader, brief spanking, not proofread Word Count: 2.5k

“Alright, I’m gonna put my right hand on your hips and my left on your shoulder. You don’t need to do a thing; just give in to me, yeah?”

Chiropractor!Toji talks you through it. He has to. A) for liability issues, B) to put his clients at ease, C) because he likes the sound of his voice, and D) he likes the blush on his client’s cheeks, the nervous giggling, the shallow breathing, and the shy eyes. 

Chiropractor!Toji knows how he looks: big, tall, muscular and with a scar on his lips. He puts men on edge, threatening their masculinity and hurting their egos. To women, he’s forbidden fruit, that man they giggle to all their friends about, and when they book another appointment, they’re sure to specify that it has to be with him. 

Of course, he doesn’t mind. The ladies tip well, and they generally smell better than the guys. Being lusted over is great and all, but very rarely does he get a woman that actually gets his cock going. 

That’s why, when you come in today, he’s smirking, rolling his sleeves up, and making a mental note to put on a damn good show. 

Chiropractor!Toji listens to the moan that leaves your pretty lips when he bends your hips just right, forcing out a nice, sharp crack and alleviating tension you didn’t even realise you had in your spine. His large hands dig into the plush of your thighs, long digits sure to leave his imprints so you’ll remember him later. They’re dangerously close to the apex of your thighs, and he can see the way you press those legs together as if you’re painfully aware of it. 

Chiropractor!Toji brushes his lips against the shell of your ear. “Hold on tight, ’s gonna hurt a little but you can take it.”

You whimper when he pulls an arm back just as he pushes your shoulder blade forward, fixing the ache that had been there for weeks from poor sleeping habits. Immediately, you feel lighter, tingling from top to bottom from the firm but gentle hands he lays on you. 

“Y’r doing great, sweets,” he assures you. “Y’r body’s behaving real good for me.”

The room’s getting hotter and smaller, and you’re aware of every move he makes, every shuffle, every graze of his touch down your spine, your arms, your thighs. He’s bending you into all sorts of different shapes and positions, pushing your body to its limits, making you feel the soreness, the burn, before he lets you feel the relief of release. 

“Ya been looking at a screen for hours every day, haven’t ya? Yeah, I can tell. Y’r all tense and tight. God, doll, you’re way too tight. Good thing you came in today —breathe out for me one, two, three ngh! good girl— this woulda been bothering you a while, huh?”

Breathless and overheating, you smile. “Y-yeah. Sorry. I have an —oh! fuck that feels good— o-office job, so I’m always slumped at my desk.”

Chiropractor!Toji tuts, still working through the hard balls of tension in your back. “Tsk, that just won’t do. A body like this needs to be taken care of. Let me loosen you up, yeah? Let me work my magic and get all those knots out for you.”

Chiropractor!Toji has you all limp like a deflated balloon in no time. You’re just about to sit up and tip him for his quality work when you see him standing over you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. A heavy hand slides up the inside of your thigh through your leggings, thumb tickling the seam right against your clothed pussy. 

His hand is hot, and it's practically scalding with the way he's teasing your body. It's wrong, and you both know you're crossing a line, but the way he moves, smiles, and presses in just right has you growing lightheaded and suddenly, logic, reason, and shame fly out the window. 

“Y’know," he begins, head tilting to eye you under the clinical white light, "I offer a special service for tougher cases like you. You up for it?”

When you nod eagerly, you only have half a second to ponder whether you’re making a wise decision before you’re being wrangled onto your knees on the bench, leggings and panties yanked down your thighs, and a face stuffed in your pussy. 

“You been soaked this entire time? Dirty girl,” he growls into your leaking hole before he slurps your juices up, tongue slithering against your prominent clit, which pulses with your desire. Sucking that button with pressure that makes your back arch, he pushes two thick fingers inside, curling at the perfect time to make you cream all over his face. “God, you smell so damn good, ma. K-knew you would. Tastes even better too. ’s my lucky day a sexy client like you walked in, no?”

Pink tongue traces your slit, tip prodding at your clit. You're coating his tastebud, and his eyes roll back, thick cock weighing heavy. Palming his length to alleviate the ache there, he sucks and slurps to bring you to your orgasm quicker, so he can fuck another one out of you faster. 

Wailing his name and attempting to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure emanating from your swollen cunt, you beg, “Wait! Toji, ah, too much! It’s too much, please!”

SMACK! 

Burning heat radiates on your left asscheek, tingling with the slap he laid there. Just as quickly, he sweetly soothes the skin in a way only he could. The pain had you squeezing down on his fingers, and he growled at the tantalising tightness you teased him with. 

Chiropractor!Toji warns, “Y’r not going anywhere, doll. Still haven’t worked out the knots inside this sloppy pussy so behave.”

He’s massaging your gummy walls, bullying that soft spot inside you and, like a hawk, watches the drops of your wetness coat the leather surface you’re on. Groping the smooth globe of your ass, he assures you, “Y’r doing great. Y’r doing so great. Yeah, that’s it, ride my face. Well done.”

"Oh shit, Toji, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk!"

Chiropractor!Toji expertly draws out your orgasm with a thumb rubbing tight circles against your clit and a tongue shoved inside your cunt, scarred lip twitching at the deeply satisfied sounds coming out of both ends of your body. Laying a final peck on your twitching clit, he kneels behind you and shoves his pants down. 

A sigh leaves his shiny lips, head dizzy with the satisfying squeeze of his base and balls. God, he can't wait to feel your warm walls, wet and pleated, hug him, milking him for all he's worth. 

Looking behind you, you’re met with the godly sight of his chiselled torso, shiny with a thin layer of sweat, well-defined abs, sharp v-line, and dangerously delicious-looking treasure trail. He frees his cock, and the long, girthy thing leaks like crazy, all red and swollen at the head. A huge pair of balls accompany it, swinging when the man adjusts himself behind you, sending a cocky wink your way. 

“I know that look on y’r face. You thinking I’m too big, aren’t ya? Don’t worry y'r pretty little head, doll. Toji here’s gonna make it fit. Remember what I taught you at the start: breathe deep, in and out, and let your body relax. Y’r in good hands.”

He wraps it in a condom, gives it a tug or two, and then he’s lining up his cock and entering you. The stretch stings. Truly massive, your pussy’s being stretched to its limits as he thrusts his way in, forcing your gummy walls to accommodate his shape, moulding and shaping you to fit him perfectly. 

Chiropractor!Toji’s calloused hand climbs up your chest from under your shirt and cups a tit, squeezing and pinching like he’s doing a health check. “Got a real nice body, ma. Good for ya. Alright, I’m almost all in. Uh uh, don’t be complaining. You know, I wouldn’t give you m-more than you could handle, so inhale for me, yep, three, two, one, and exhale, good girl. Hnghhh, yeah, t-there you go. All in.”

Chiropractor!Toji doesn’t give you any warning before he’s pummelling inside you like your pussy owes him money. An unforgiving hand pushes down your back, creating the perfect arch so he can reach even deeper, and he rewards you with slow grind, really letting you feel the way his tip is hitting a delectable spot and making you see stars. 

His balls kiss your clit with just how closely pressed he is, and you're suffocating on his length, choking on it, and you find yourself drooling, pushing back into him. 

Then, he's thrusting like there’s no tomorrow again. 

“Ah, wait, Toji! You’re being too rough, I’m moving! Oh oh oh, fuckkkkk, yesss, harder!”

You’re being shoved forward, forced to crawl on all fours, with every rough barrage he forces inside, slipping and sliding with your brimming wetness and the steam on the leather. Deafened to your complaints, he smacks smacks smacks into you. 

The crowned tip of his giant cockhead is pulled all the way to the first ring of tight muscle at your entrance, greedy walls squeezing around nothing for just a second, and when you're panting, arms wobbling, he pushes all the way back in, practically kissing your cervix. 

“Ha, that’s it, take it like a pro, atta girl. Fuck, don’t clamp down on me -ngh- like that.”

In a wet blink, your hands are holding up your body from the floor, hips lifted by his strong hands as he continues to fuck you all while you’re upside down. He doesn’t seem to care, too busy watching your swollen lips swallow his thick length, desperate to gobble him up. "Look at 'er. Nasty thing, ain't she? Spitting and -hah fuck- d-drooling all over me. Pretty -shit so fucking tight, loosen up baby, there you go- p-pretty thing."

Chiropractor!Toji grows tired of your pathetic attempts to crawl away. Tutting, he spins you around with just one hand, carrying you up and letting all that blood flow right back down until you're deliriously lightheaded and in his arms. "Alright, alright, big streeetch for me, yeah there you go."

He shoves you against the wall, leggings all the way off now, and you have no idea where and when. 

Filling up your entire view, with strands of hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat running down his temple, and the lip he’s biting to keep from grunting too loud. The visual attack is too much, and you moan. “Gotta keep quiet, doll. Walls aren’t thin, but they ain’t soundproof either. C’mere.”

He’s covering your mouth with his, swallowing your whimpers and whinings, distracting you with his messy kissing and crude sucking. Arms wrapped around his thick neck, you can do nothing but cling to him and try to hold on while he shoves his length back inside in one smooth thrust, squelching much louder than your heavy pants now.

“Y’r still too tense; we gotta work on this mess, don’t we?” He thumbs your clit once more, licking a long and wet stripe up your neck. “Yeah, bounce on my cock, sweet thing. Ha, y’r pretty damn flexible, aren’t ya?”

Chiropractor!Toji thinks it’s absolutely hilarious the way you’re crossed-eyed, drooling and digging your nails into his back. It’s all the signs he’s looking for to know he’s working you in good. After all, when you’ve gotten a couple more orgasms out of this, he wants you to feel so fucked out that you’re practically dragging yourself out with noodles for legs. 

Swiping a tongue across his scar, he eyes the bulge he's fucking into you. Pressing down hard, he grunts when you clamp down so damn tight it knocks the wind out of his lungs. "Look how tiny you are. Y'r damn head's smaller than my bicep. Could snuff the light out of you right here, and you'd thank me, wouldn't ya?"

"Yes, God, Toji, you're soooo big. Fuck, more. Please!"

Chiropractor!Toji doubles his speed, making sure to angle his hips perfectly. When you throw your head back, he sucks at a sensitive spot on your neck, indulging in your sweet scent and heat.

Your eyes are wide open and a permanent O hangs your jaw low. “Oh! Toji, fuck, I’m gonna -ah ah, yes, right there- cum!”

“Go on, then. Show me how good I’m making you feel. Yeah, that’s it. Just like that. Ah, shit, so fucking tight, fuck!”

Chiropractor!Toji grunts when your pussy clamps down on him in irregular pulses, threatening to squeeze all his stored-up cum right out with you. You’re babbling expressions of gratitude, crying about how amazing his cock is, how full you feel, and how hot, hard, and big his body is. 

Pretty little thing has a size kink, clearly. 

"That looked like a good one, ha. Feel better? Hmm? Feel that tightness in your stomach go?"

It's a shame, he thinks, that his cum isn't painting your walls white; instead, it's pooling in the condom. Next time, maybe.

Chiropractor!Toji wrings out three more orgasms from you with enough time to spare in your session for final touch-ups. 

You’re a very satisfied customer, still riding the high of his magical cock with glossy eyes and lips, when he’s massaging any and every last remaining knot in your shoulders —clothes fitted right back on your body and sweat wiped from your skin with a towel he had prepared— before he sends you off on your way so he can clean up in time for his next client. 

“Ya did good, kid. Be sure to come back in a couple of weeks, alright? Your body’s a temple and it needs regular maintenance.”

Smiling, you hand him a wad of cash as a tip so large he whistles and grins at you. “Thank you for your help, Toji. Really. I feel so much lighter now.”

“Don’t mention it. Better not be hitting up any other chiropractors, while you’re away too. Trust me, nobody’s gonna take care of you like I do.”

A visit to Chiropractor!Toji turns from every couple weeks to every week, and soon you were seeing him every day — in his studio, in his car, his place, yours, and all over the goddamn city. 

He has a way of making you need his touch like a drug, like if you didn’t get a good pounding from him, you weren’t going to be able to sleep well at all, and you’ll be a zombie at work the next day. So, you don’t take that chance. You take him like a pill every day.

Though taking care of you has added a lot to his plate, he’s not complaining. Just like he said, women tip well. 

And you’re no exception. 

That's all it was. He's the maintenance guy who loosens all the knots your stressful life creates, and you're the woman he can count on for a generous tip. 

Neither of you mention the fact that you haven’t paid for his services for weeks now nor that he brings you flowers regularly, kisses your lips before he cums, and no longer offers his ‘special service’ to anyone else. 

The only happy ending Chiropractor!Toji's handing out now is the one he shares with you.