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*In Need of A Little Guidance – Glen Powell

Warnings: self-masturbation, turn-on, teasing, fantasy fulfillment, unprotected sex, language

Glen's POV

"And cut!" Our director yelled. I glanced over, my entire body burning when I saw Y/N in her overly exposing costume. I burned hotter when she looked at me and smiled.

"Nicely done, Powell," Y/N giggled. I tried not to look at Y/N's exposed chest, but it was useless.

"You too, Y/L/N," I said, trying to sound normal even though I was fighting the urge to throw her over my shoulder and have my way with her in my trailer like I've imagined doing so many times.

I quickly turned on my heels before she could figure out what kind of things I was imagining myself doing to her. I all but sprinted to my trailer, locking the door behind me.

As I lay down and started taking care of myself, I imagined Y/N on top of me. I imagined her in her sexy pilot uniform, riding me. I imagined her screaming my name as I devoured her. I imagined spending all night with her. I imagined waking up next to her with her tightly in my arms. I imagined her telling me that she's had feelings for me, real feelings, since we started filming. I imagined us dating, hooking up whenever our scenes turned us on. I imagined our future together.

I was ripped from my daydream when someone knocked on the door.

"Hey, Glen?"

"Shit," I mumbled. "What do you need, Y/N?" I asked, hoping she didn't walk in.

"I was gonna see if you were alright," she said through the door.

"Why. . . Why wouldn't I be alright?" I stuttered. I closed my eyes, praying she would just walk away.

"You've been acting kind of weird all day," she explained. "Do you want to go get dinner? We could talk through things."

I bit my tongue, choking on my moan. This always happened. Y/N was a badass on screen, but the second we stopped filming, she was sweet and caring. And she, somehow, knew when I was having a rough day. I wouldn't even say anything to her, and she'd show up at my trailer with lunch and some beers she snuck onto set.

Whenever she did this, all I wanted to do was take her and make her behave very un-sweetly.

"Glen?"

"Not right now," I said quickly. I cringed when I heard how rude that sounded.

"Oh," she said, clearing her throat. "Okay. Well, if you change your mind. . ."

"I won't," I rushed out, instantly hating myself for it.

"Okay," she said softly. "I'll see you tomorrow. I guess."

"I'm sorry, Y/N," I whispered to myself as I heard her start to walk down the stairs to my trailer.

Reader's POV

At the bottom of the stairs, I froze. I smirked, knowing exactly what Glen was doing in his trailer. I unbuttoned my shirt a little too much, hiked up my pencil skirt, and ran my fingers through my hair. I quietly snuck into his trailer, closing the door softly behind me. When I got in, I had to hold back my laugh.

Glen was lying on his couch, his eyes closed, and his hand down the front of his pants. He was so focused on pleasuring himself that he had no idea I was there. I unbuttoned one more button before quickly jumping on top of Glen and straddling his lap.

"Y/N?!" He gasped. He started to pull his hand out of his pants, but I quickly grabbed his wrist, not looking away from his eyes.

"I had a feeling that you were lying to me, Powell," I said as sexily as I could. "You are not fine."

"I was just. . ."

"You're in need of a little help," I cut him off. Before he could do anything, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. I finally let go of his hand and grabbed his face as our lips moved messily in sync.

I moaned against his lips when he pulled his hand out of his pants and placed both of them on my thighs. I moaned again when I felt how wet his hand was.

"Wow," I moaned as I broke the kiss. I looked down at his wet hand on my thigh. "You must've had quite the daydream."

"I did," he said through his teeth.

"What did you dream about, baby?" I asked, sitting back on his lap and slightly moving my hips. "Tell me, and maybe we can act it out."

Glen's face fell slightly, and his face turned pink. Seeing this shift, I decided to push him gently.

"What's wrong, Glen?" I purred, rolling my body down his. Soon, I was lying on top of him, waiting for him to open up. "Don't go shy on me now, baby," I whispered before leaning in and pressing my lips roughly to his. He moaned against my lips as his hands found my ass. I broke the kiss and started nibbling on his neck.

It took me beginning to slide my hand down his pants for him to finally moan out, "You were riding me in your sexy pilot costume, baby girl." I sat up and started rubbing his chest.

"Keep going," I prompted.

"We were turned on by our scene," he continued.

"That we were," I said, tearing off my shirt. I smirked when he groaned as his eyes scanned my bra.

I grabbed his chin, making him look back at my eyes. "Keep going," I pushed again as I moved my hips in just the right way.

"We were turned on by our scene, so we came back to my trailer and you were riding me."

"Is that the only thing that happened, sexy?" I asked, slightly pouting. He watched as I reached down and took off his shirt.

"No," he said through clenched teeth. "As I imagined you riding me and screaming my name, I pictured our life together. I pictured spending night after night with you. I pictured waking up in each other's arms. I pictured us telling each other we had real feelings. I pictured us sneaking around, hooking up whenever our scenes drove us crazy. I pictured us having a future together."

I stopped moving my hips against his and studied his eyes. "You pictured all that?"

"All that," he said softly, as he gently massaged my hips. "Is that. . . Did I just creep you out?"

Instead of answering, I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. He instantly started kissing me back. We fell into a perfect rhythm as we undressed each other without disconnecting.

I broke the kiss once we were completely undressed. "We can't do everything that you pictured right now," I said, already out of breath, "but we can get started."

And get started we did.

Glen quickly rolled us so he could hover over me.

"What the fuck are we waiting for?" He growled before smashing his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Our lips moved messily in sync as we battled for dominance. Glen quickly took control.

"Glen," I moaned, breaking the kiss. The second I broke the kiss, he started sucking on my neck. "Baby, we should probably use. . ." I cut myself off with a moan as he bit my collarbone.

He pulled away from me with a grunt. I sat up a little as he got off me and rummaged through his things for a condom. My eyes scanned his body, my heart beating against my chest as he returned to me.

Without breaking eye contact, Glen slipped the condom on. I bit my bottom lip as he put his hand on my stomach and pushed me back so I was lying down. I took a shaky breath as he crawled on top of me. I waited for him to kiss me, but he didn't. He just stared at me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked slowly.

"No," he said under his breath. "I'm just making sure I remember. . . everything."

I gasped when he leaned down and roughly pressed his lips to mine. I instantly reached up and started running my fingers through his hair. He moaned when I pulled on his hair. Me doing this seemed to send him into overdrive.

Not that I minded.

Glen grabbed my thigh and wrapped my leg around his waist as he positioned his hips. I gasped, arching my back and breaking the kiss, when Glen pushed into me. As he rocked his hips into mine, I squeezed my eyes closed.

I heard Glen chuckle, but I kept my eyes closed as he kept going. Without pulling out of me, he leaned in and whispered, "Moan for me, baby. That's what I need. You to moan as I fulfill everything I've done to you in my dreams."

What Glen did next made me moan exactly the way he wanted me to. He leaned down and pressed his face between my breasts.

"Shit!" I gasped, pulling Glen's hips closer to mine. He groaned because of the pressure and started biting my breasts.

"Oh, Glen," I moaned as our hips rocked in sync. I moaned his name over and over again as he explored my chest. I shivered when he started to lick my body, beginning at my belly button. I swore as his tongue slid up my body, passing my breasts, and up my neck. He cut off my moan when he shoved his tongue roughly into my mouth.

Without breaking the sloppy kiss, Glen grabbed my hips and rolled us over. He sat up with me on his lap. I broke the kiss and smirked at him. I knew exactly what he wanted.

I repositioned myself and glanced up to see him watching me eagerly. We maintained eye contact as I brought my hips down to his, making him slide into me.

"Fuck," he moaned as he leaned his head back against the couch. He grabbed my hips and squeezed them tightly. "That's it, baby. Keep going. Fucking hell, Y/N."

I leaned in and started sucking on his neck as he continued to swear and tell me to keep going.

"Is this what you imagined?" I asked after chewing on his ear. "Me riding you."

"Fuck yeah!" He yelled. I gasped, quickly turning into a giggle as Glen roughly rolled us over so he was back on top. We stared at each other for a second, both of us breathing heavily.

"Finish me, baby."

He smirked before sending things into overdrive. It didn't take long for us to fulfill our fantasies. We let out matching moans as we both released. I squeezed my eyes shut and arched my back as he gently pulled out of me. I waited for him to get off me, but he didn't. Instead, he laid next to me and wrapped his arms around me. I leaned my head on his chest and listened to his heart.

"I know I talked about it as if it were a daydream," Glen said, his voice soft, "but I meant it. I have feelings for you, Y/N. Strong feelings. Every day I come on set, eager to see you. And all the sexy scenes we've been filming have been driving me crazy."

"How about this," I said, slightly sitting up, "whenever one of our scenes turns you on, text me. We'll meet in your trailer or mine and. . ."

Glen laughed when I didn't continue. He cupped my face in his hand and delicately pressed his lips to mine. I instantly started kissing him back as I rolled over so I was lying on top of him.

"Only," he broke the kiss, breathing heavily, "if you let me know if one of our scenes turns you on."

"Well," I smirked, "then we'd be hooking up every day, baby, because every scene we film turns me on."

"I'm okay with that," he whispered as he put his hand on the back of my head. I let him pull my head toward his and press our lips together. We broke apart when someone knocked on Glen's trailer.

"Hey, Powell!" They yelled. "You're needed on set!"

"Be right there!" Glen yelled back without looking away from me. He lowered his voice as he asked, "Continue this later?"

"Absolutely."

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Hitting it raw for the first time with JJK men?

‘ DON’T BE SHY, HIT IT RAW ! ★

starring ꒱ gojo, sukuna, toji, choso, nanami !?

@ WARNINGS : fem! reader, unprotected, brēeding kink, size kink, praise, manhandling, mating press, dōggystyle, prone bone, hair pulling, degradation, spit, biting, pússy drunk men, 18+

CHOSO ✰ KAMO.

“r…raw?” he inhales, staring at you with a cute quivering lip. you looked so pretty underneath him, sprawled all out and gazing right back into his eyes. you’d just got done playing with yourself in front of him, showing him just how easy it was to make you wet.

truthfully, choso’s had little to no experience— he gulps, wrapping a broad hand around his length before moving it towards your slick entrance. “like without the little rubber thing?”

you giggle, watching as his sculpted abs tense all up. he feels so hot, burning up. the entirety of his body shudders with a scorching breeze that runs against his skin.

“yes, baby. ‘s okay. i want you to,” and oh your voice, he could have came from just the sound of your sweet voice alone. doughy soft tips of his fingers brush against the skin that sticks against his dick like glue, a few simple strokes and he whines. “get a little closer, you remember missionary, right?”

“yeah,” he intakes a hollowing breath. by now, he’s hovering on top of you with his leaky tip fluttering against your sloppy slit. you merely slip off a moan yourself, syrupy liquid coating against his cockhead with such ease. “the position where i hold your hand ‘n stare into your eyes?” as you nod, he moans once he feels the way your dripping cunt starts to gradually devour the head of his dick in such a indecent way. “o-ohhh, okay.”

biting his lip, he starts to slowly sink his way in.

choso’s breath hitches from being engulfed with your sweet warmth. “y-you’re so warm inside,” he stammers, throwing his head back in utmost pleasure. choso’s so cute—a chastened grin purses against his lips, just a few solid inches in and he was already pussydrunk. “princess, ‘m not gonna last,” he furrows his brows, grabbing one of your hands, squeezing it tightly. “not gonna last when you’re s-so wet, i- i feel hot, oh.”

“don’t say that,” you tease, rubbing your ankle against his back. any kinds of touch from you made his heart race.

choso was firmly still—he’s been intimate with you plenty of times but never raw. this was an entire new feeling, he could just feel the lewd texture of your gummy walls grip around him securely. “you’re doing great, baby. just fuck me, like you always do.”

“i can fuck you, i … i can fuck you,” he’s chanting to himself cutely, trembling on each individual word.

a barrier, as he’s going inside raw— it feels like a barrier that’s shoved directly between your pussy and his cock. as choso’s hooded eyes start to get heavy, it doesn’t take long for him to start up a vicious pace.

languidly,

he feels the intensity of it all. the searing friction being created against both mounds. choso’s thrusts became more rapid by the second and your mouth pries open ever so slightly..

“oh m-my,” he hiccups, his grip between your fingers getting tighter. he loves holding your hand, especially whenever you were underneath him. choso’s voice was so adorable— every few seconds it croaks or cracks, it feels so tactile. the touch, the way your cunt takes every inch of him, he’s so big that the stretch was simply immaculate. choso presses his body against your chest, he’s leaning before he gently sinks his canines into your neck. “gonna c-cum already, hold me baby,” and then he swallows, a short gasp following out of his glossed-spit lips. “i… i mean, can i cum inside? never stuffed you full before.”

“go ‘head, baby,” you whisper, and he cutely whines once you run a soft finger down his brief undercut. whenever you called him baby, he could feel himself melting right into you—you feel choso move his glossed lips towards you, pulling you into a deep, sensual kiss. it was passionate, warm breaths violently crashing into each other at such a quick pace that he feels the strain rise up in his lungs.

your pretty cunt’s holding him hostage— choso’s slowly thrusting into you before right when he’s about to cum, he’s whimpering into your mouth. “it’s okay, ‘cho. it’s okay, you can do it,” and you cup his face, watching his darkened eyebrows furrow. his face softens at your sweet reassurance before he feels the incoming wave brew up within him. “you wanna be my messy boy, huh?”

he shamelessly nods. “so b-bad,” and his words were trembling upon each syllable. once he shoots into you, dumping you with a sweltering hot load of cum, his mind goes blank. you’ve never felt more stuffed—so packed up. his dick now flaccid—choso whines into your neck. the mucilaginous strings of cum that spurt into you was so filthy. squelches that reverberated against your cunt, just the quiet sound of it makes his mouth salivate.

he wants more, he wants you.

“feels so good,” he pants, lying on top of your chest— he grows quiet, hearing the sloshes of your cunt get stuffed with more parching ropes and ropes of cum. it feels tenderly, it shoots deep into your womb and your arms throw around his shoulders. choso’s sweating profusely, he feels like each pant that leaves his lips was gonna be his last. you smile, kissing the bridge of his nose where he scar lays before he slowly pulls out. gluey strings of cum depart from your hole and he can’t help but run a thumb against it. “i— oh my god,” he sniffles, and his voice was a bit more pitched. “are— are you okay? did i do okay?”

you kiss the side of his mouth and he moans, staring as your tummy was all swollen after being filled to it’s very peak. “i’m okay, you did amazing baby,” and he snuggles up against you. his head hitting against your chest, his personal favorite pillow. with a relaxing sigh, you strum your fingers through his ponytails before speaking in a soft voice, giving him a head pat. “always such a good boy for me, choso.”

“thank you,” he snivels, and you don’t expect for him to get back up again. his eyes—they’re more feral now, beads of sweat running down his brow before he pouts. “not done though. can- can we fuck raw again? pretty please, ‘m not done being messy for you.”

NANAMI ✰ KENTO.

“take it off, ‘kennnn,” you mewl out a desperate whine, pawing clammy hands at your husband’s halfway exposed chest.

he had barely just made it back from work, needing someway to rewind from his usual respective nine-to-five and you offered. an offer that was located nowhere other than between your legs, though he never complained. your cunt was easily the best way to unwind from a long day. with his work clothes still on, pants halfway down, drooping toward his knees, he hums.

you had him amused, his boxers were halfway down—cock sprung out and he swallows, stroking the rubbery condom that’s sheathing over his erect length. “wanna feel you from the inside, please.”

he gruffly chuckles, body jolting briefly in response he laughs. whilst he had you promptly sat on his lap, you were so close up to him— his heat purely radiates against yours, making the feelings of his touch ten times more sensitive. “you’re in a playful mood today, huh. no condom, my love? and why is it that you want to ‘feel me from the inside’, hmm?”

with exasperated breaths, you’re just so close to him stuffing you full. your soaking entrance rubs against his tip—so leaky, your mouth merely starts to water at just envisioning him flooding your pussy up with so much of his ropy cum. “i jus’ wan’ it,” you whine, and he titters once you take measures into your own hands—tugging the loosely fit rubber before his cock was finally out in the open. “wanna be your cum dump, kento.”

“cum … dump?” he repeats, scratching the basal part of his pointed chin. nanami smirks, a big hand giving your ass a gentle yet firm squeeze. he’s so tender, caressing the sides of your rear before giving it a brief spank. nanami was always sweet, you liked whenever he’d take a little more control at times. “that really what you want? to be my ah, cum dump?”

you tell him yes and that’s all he really needs to hear from you.

you’re scrupulously rocking your hips against nanami, sucking your teeth at the hot feeling pooling inside of you. the grip, oh the grip—you feel dizzy, without the condom felt like a whole new world. nanami groans, leaning back against the headboard whilst he’s letting you ride, take the wheel on his lap if you will. “mhm. loosen up for me, love,” he’d grunt, blond strands of his running down the sides of his face. it’s cute, the way his usual perfect hair was now all ruffled and feral. “fuck me jus’ like that, ride me good, okay?”

moan after moan drags past your lips, flimsy arms throw around his stiff shoulders before the stretch had you gasp. the stretch—so elastic.

his cock vigorously pummels in and out with such girth making your cunt profusely spasm.

facing directly in front of him, you probably looked a mess—abashed facial expressions tugging against your features, mouth dangled all open, you were a sight. yet, you didn’t care—you cared about being filled to the brim. you craved it like you crave a succulent pastry. as your hips rotate and rock in collision, he’s got both hands on your waist, slamming you down further and further. you’re whining, feeling the tip of his dick reach deep—each time it delves into you, it smothers your g-spot with various french-tip kisses. your eyes roll back, feeling his honey-dew eyes take in your pretty jerking hips every and single second. “oh, look at that face right when she’s gettin’ ready to make a mess,” and his voice was a deep whisper, he brings you towards his neck, chuckling once you sniff him. “feel it too, darlin’? wanna be my good little wife ‘n finish with me, hm?”

“y—yes, please ‘ken, hngh,” you whine, feeling the sharp edges of your teeth shatter against each other. his thick cock punctures something deep within your walls, causing you to spasm all over him. “wanna cum with you, please pleaseee.”

he sneaks a kiss against your lips, it’s wet and it’s got you hungry for more. nanami never fails to coat you with a few of his tenderized kisses. it his thing, soft padded lips that press against your skin always had you weak in the knees. speaking of knees, your own knees start to buckle as you’re rotating your hips against his. “messy girl, go ‘head then. i wanna see just how messy my pretty baby can get.”

nanami’s voice was so soothing, all up against your ear. alluring pheromones surge all through you as you’re taking every inch of his cock. every few seconds your stomach seizes, a repetitive motion that has your toes curling up in utter temptation. “cum, ‘m gonna cum ‘ken, cumming, nghh.” the positioning couldn’t have been more perfect. rough hands of his squash against your derrière before your breath literally gets snatched away. with your jaw dropping, you tense up, convulsing with his twitching dick inside of you. compressing against his length, you clench down on your maw before whining out a sweetened sob. “inside, shoot inside ‘ken. don’t miss.”

“i’ll never miss if it’s with you, sweetheart,” he whispers— the gravel in his voice turning a bit shaky.

fat full balls of potential seed thwack and thwack against your skin, with the ricochet of skin slapping, it rings throughout your ears—having your mind going stupid.

with a grunt, he clings onto your swiveling torso tightly, a hefty arm wrapping around you. so close, he’s so deep inside that the tip of his cockhead reaches the most secretive depths stored inside your cunt. “mhm. ‘s gonna get a little messy, hold onto me, my sweet.”

GOJO ✰ SATORU.

gojo’s got a sheepish simper, having you bent over for him in such a way has his heart pounding. he heard the individual beats pulse through his ears before he inhales. “raw.. raw as in you want the real thing? heh, can ya even handle me raw?”

“shut up,” you whine, your ass wriggling in response against his length—he was just as aroused as you, he gives your ass a long stare before huffing out a breath. “jus’ fuck me, ‘toru.”

“well excuseee me,” he replies back, aligning himself against your saturated folds. so pretty, the way your pussy was even warmer from the inside, so moist. he feels his breath start to shake before he thrashes his tip against your outer entrance. “ooh, s-so much tighter than i thought.” and he grows quiet once your pussy starts to accept him inside. slowly, you’re swallowing every inch that he provides—gojo moans, the tight clamp that your gummy walls give him merely makes him fold. the sensation was almost too much to bare. pap pap pap, the sounds your cunt make in retaliation only made him more feral.

gojo’s panting, your cunt’s got him in a tight grasping chokehold that he knows he can’t get out of— it’s simply spontaneous.

“fuck, you’re so h-hot,” he sighs, you let off a soft mewl, feeling him bring a palm towards your right ass cheek to spank it, gripping it toughly and you bite your lip. even though you couldn’t directly see his expression—you just imagined gojo would be as pretty as he’s always been. messy, ruffled hair, panting, muscles tightening and flexing. even that thing he does whenever he’s bottoming out inside of you. where his eyebrows furrow all up and his face becomes utterly flustered.

so cute.

after a few sloppy hits against your heat, it doesn’t take much to make him into a pure, whiney mess. he’s just babbling whilst you’re on all fours for him, so tense—his muscles ache for more of you. gojo starts to feel the tip of his tongue salivate with little droplets of his own syrupy saliva. oh, it was just the way your pussy effortlessly wraps around him like a vice. he grunts in a hoarse tone, witnessing how your hips just ferociously grind and hit back against him so good to where his head’s spinning.

as he accelerates his hips, gojo’s so needy—he can’t help but grab your waist with calloused fingers, driving his fat cock into you at a more swift speed. he’s so big, so fucking big. filling you full of girthy inches each time, you’re moaning repeatedly, feeling how his hips start to stutter and his thighs ache already. he’s close.

the more he pants, the more raspy it becomes. gojo’s thumbs were practically piercing into both sides of your hips—indenting in them as he’s allowing the cockhead of his shaft to freely rummage all throughout your gripping walls. the feeling of being inside of you, raw, he found himself drooling. something about the way you clamp down against his base each time, feeling the slimy strings of pre-cum stick against your ass and his base each time you smack back onto him.

“f-fuuuck, ‘toru. right there, hngh. right there, fuck fuck.” you hiccup, and he’s feeling his breath start to hitch in due time. with his hands still grabbing onto your waist as he’s pounding you ruthlessly from behind, you moan. “ughhh, ‘toru, ‘m gonna cum. fuck don’t stop, please.” and as you speak to him in that sweet tone, he only gets harder. cerulean blue eyes of his stare down your back— your breathtaking spine, the way it had a few drops of excess sweat gliding down. he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why but that simple detail as he was drilling such amounts of dick into you—he found it adorable. “touch me more.” you whine, a sudden pitch in your tone. “slow, f-fuck me slower baby.”

“i- i amm,” he whimpers, his voice growing shorter and shorter. it was just something about fucking you from behind. it gave him a perfect excuse to stare at your ass, kiss it with the palm of his hand with rude mean spanks, getting hard from the recoil. speaking of hard though, gojo was quite hard, painfully so—you feel his hips snap into you at such a pace that it’s like he’s not human. each thrust, each deeper angle he creates with his hips has you going stupid. with how loud he’s whimpering—you can’t tell who’s louder, him or you. “fuck, ‘m really gonna cum inside, angel. oh fuck, ‘s the way you squeeze on me s-so good, don’t stop fuckin’ me back, please.”

he turns into a babbling mess, the stretch of his cock buries so deep into you—constricting freely around his length, he then lightly shoves your head against the pillow. “s-sorry, angel,” he swallows, tracing his fingertips against the edges of your ass. “ah, ‘m gonna have to give you all of me. ‘s gonna spill out but you’ll be a good girl ‘n keep it in for me, yeah?”

“yes, yes yess,” you whimper, and he then grabs onto your hair for leverage—he’s pumping you full of thick inches of dick, you stare at yourself in the reflection of a mirror and gojo still looks pretty. his pace was brutal, you could barely keep up and your legs felt like they were hanging onto the final hinges. “inside, ‘toru. don’t spill a d-drop.”

“take it then, t-take it for me,” he moans, and each time he hits against your ass with his own hips, you feel the swollenness of his balls brush up against your pussy. total breeder balls, you whine before it takes him a moment to finally cascade such stripes of cum right into your womb. “listen to that, f-fuck, sloppy pussy’s jus’ my favorite,” he pants, heaving out a single strained breath. gojo’s hips precipitously stop, and he’s just feeling himself spew such ropes—so warm, it’s sticky too. you feel the texture spurt into your cunt, giving you more than enough. with a hand still gripping onto your hair, he then brings a hand to gently wrap around your throat. “mhm, baby. we should— we should start thinkin’ of baby names by this point heh.”

you moan, feeling him slowly pull out— once he does, leftovers of his cum that plugged you full starts to seep out of your hole. he licks his lips, inserting a thumb inside before spreading your folds open up. “don’t stop, ‘toru. want more,” you sigh, arching your back up again for him. “give me twins.”

“fuck i’ll give you triplets,” he grunts, re-aligning his throbbing tip—he inhales deeply, still feeling sensitive before it swipes against your messy painted up entrance. as he’s close up to your ass, he runs a hand down your spine before getting up close to your ear. in a low, husky whisper, he replies. “keep up with me, angel. ‘m gonna be showin’ this pussy the new me all n-night.”

SUKUNA ✰ RYŌMEN.

“careful now, woman,” sukuna hisses, and he’s got you in a secure mating press—you moan, feeling his tip skim against your sopping pussy. his tone was a mere warning, red-shot eyes of a curse—in which he was, stares right into you as he holds back. “askin’ me to do somethin’ like that ‘s gonna end up with ya pregnant.”

with a pout, you sling your arms around him, smelling his intoxicating scent roam through your flared up nostrils. “don’t care,” you chastise, and he’s such a tease. grabbing ahold of his fat length, brushing his angry leaning cockhead against your entrance. he snickers against your neck, hot breath fanning against your collarbone. “finish in me, ‘kuna. wanna feel it s’bad,” and you didn’t even care how pathetic you sounded. desperate was the perfect word for you. it was always a dream to have the king of curses feed your sweet forlorn cunt with such delicious ropes of cum. you’ve only ever tasted his flavor, never exactly feeling it shoot inside,

such amounts of his sticky, stringy ropes pour into your womb—you craved it, you could care less of the consequences that would follow. as a single throb from the inside of your clit pulses you back to reality, you feel sukuna’s fangs teasingly bite into your neck. “m-mmph,” he suppresses his moans, an almost whimper being dragged out of his throat. your legs instinctively wraps around his waist, feeling his cock start to introduce its way into your welcoming, greedy walls. your moan rings through his ears, he’s so thick that you feel the head of his cock mold your cunt open, it’s so warm. so tight, a twinge within the undersides of your thighs sting for a moment before you start to succumb into the inevitable pleasure.

“ah ah, don’t shy away now,” he rasps—voice sounding almost hoarse like. once he makes haste with his hips, slam after slam against you, he grips your chin. with hollow cheeks scrunched all up, he sneaks a wet kiss onto your mouth, watching you moan for more affection—more of his sweetly sacred taste. “want me to go in raw?you better stare into my fuckin’ eyes while i claim this meaningless cunt,” and he’s so mean, his entire delivery has you pulsating. the curse’s eyes stare down your body before he starts to present you with jagged, thorough thrusts. with a hand still attached to you chin, he lowly cackles a “heheh,” leaning in to kiss you again. “needy baby. can’t go a second without a kiss,” and in the meanwhile, he’s viciously pounding into your wretched insides. an entire mess, it doesn’t take sukuna long for him to bottom out completely inside of you. “stick out that tongue.”

you’re too dumb to even comprehend anything. just the rhythm of his cock has you in shambles. it’s too good, you comply quickly before lolling out your pretty pink tongue. “such an obedient woman, look at that sloppy tongue, desperate for more of my taste,” he slyly says, and that’s when he leans forward to suck near the pointed tip of your tongue. you’re caught by surprise, expecting him to do something more erotic and filthy such as spitting on your tongue but he just … sucks on it. “always taste sweet for me.”

each time he smacks into you at full force, your ears pop. slow yet steady, this time he nibbles on your tongue—the inner edges of his fangs tickle before he wraps a hand around your throat. “fuck. gonna milk me,” and then he lightly taps against your cheek with his other hand. “is the dumb baby still with me? look at me, girl,” and with hooded eyes, you meet the curse’s gazed his hips were sharp, unlike anything you’ve ever felt. it’s tantalizingly slow, each time he pulls out he purposely shoves himself back in—causing your mewls to only pitch louder. “that’s it. scream. let everyone ‘n this palace know how much of a nasty girl you are for me. louder.”

your whines grow louder, with your ankles rubbing against his back you start to feel his pace come to a slow halt. “k-kuna,” you whimper, his tip smooching against your most sweetest spots again, and again, and again. he feels how warm you are from the inside. the grip was so lewd, his jaw tightens as his weight slams into you countless times until you’re in a looping trance. “inside, finish inside pleasepleaseplease.”

“kiss me first,” he snarls, and almost immediately do you pull him into a sloppy kiss. with breaths heaving, tongue’s tangling, you whine into his mouth as he’s stuffing your cunt full of staggering lengthy inches. he’s so deep that your stomach briefly caves in, the sharp tips of his fingernails tickle against your skin before his thrusts grow deeper. moaning into his mouth, your legs still wrap around his waist before within three more solid pumps, he cums.

sukuna groans into your mouth, hot breath pouring into your mouth as he swipes a tongue against your bottom lip—biting it afterwards. it shoots out so quick, lightening speed. he’s shaking, and since he’s a curse—it’s so much more that he gives you. a plethora of satiny ropes, it trickles into your womb to where it starts leaking out of your sweet hole once he pulls his cock out. “how nasty,” he phews, beefy muscles flexing as his arms stood near the sides of you. despite him heaving in and out, he doesn’t even look remotely tired—instead, sukuna gives you another kiss before you watch as he starts to flip you over. “not done. ‘m gonna have to clean it out of you with my tongue,” he growls, making you chest hit against the plump cushioney pillows. “bend over, princess. let me get a better taste from this angle.”

TOJI ✰ FUSHIGURO.

“yeah yeah, i got you,” he grumbles, cutting off your sentence before arching you all the way over. you gasp at how blunt he is, giving your ass a spank before dragging a fat thumb down your pre soaked cunt. “didn’t plan on wearin’ that shit anyway. they never fuckin’ fit, doll. thanks for the concern though, heh. i’ll be extra careful, promise.”

with toji’s size, condoms would break easily.

if they didn’t break, they were on the very verges of shattering into a zillion pieces. with two riotous hands, he spreads your ass before smacking his fat tip between your folds. “f-fuuuck me already,” you whine out, feeling the naturally provocative arch in your back only stretch further. even his tip, his angry pinkish tip that never fails to split the insides of your pussy open with just a few thrusts, he’s such a tease. chewing on your lip as if it was a substitute for gum, you moan once he leans his face down to slowly spit near your cracking entrance between the crevices of your rear. you shudder, feeling the coldness of his saliva run down your slick, smearing calloused fingertips beneath your dampening folds. “y-you’re so nasty, toji.”

“girl i’ve been called worst but okay,” he gruffs, swiping a tongue against the scar near his lips. despite how you weren’t even facing him, you could just tell he gave you the most sassiest eye roll imaginable. as you’re on all fours, he makes the right side of your cheek hit against the cushioned comforter. “ya sure you wan’ me ‘ta go in raw? ‘m all for it but this ain’t y’er pussy talkin’ instead of that little brain of yours, is it?”

you nod, desperate for him to resume—and he does, but once toji fucks, he fucks mean.

toji fucks like he hates you—of course he doesn’t, but with hips of his, he wasn’t fooling anyone.

just seconds of taking backshots from him and you’re already drooling, the back in your arch couldn’t have been any more slutty. “fuck,” he groans, feeling his dick stretch—extending throughout the gummy areas of your pussy. he reached everywhere, you’re clinging onto the bed before you cutely make an attempt to crawl forward. “oh. where d’ya think y’er goin’?” he groans, giving your ass a spank. you gasp, feeling him drill his thick cock into you so precisely as if his occupation was a construction worker. the only thing he was hammering was your cunt though. with a hand snaking its way into your hair, he gives it a firm tug to make your ass plop back against him. “nah get the fuck back here. no runnin’ today baby. still got a lot more ‘ta give.”

he’s so stuffed into you that you feel your cunt gape around him, your jaw idly dangles open as he’s got your hair in a tight grip. “f-fuuuck, ‘s so big. stretchin’ me, toji, hngh,” and your sweet moans were melodic—simply music to his ears. you felt the pulse from his cock that was buried into you—fat swollen balls of his contour to kiss up against your bare ass, the sounds so loud it sounds like smacks. “a-ah ah ah,” you’d repeat, barely able to keep up with his relentless pace. “gonna cum, ‘toj. gonna c-cum, oh my goddd.”

“oh my goddd, i’m gonna cum too,” he mimics your whine—and by now, his entire body is pushed up against your ass. with a sly piston of his hips, he’s got you right where he wants you. toji chuckles against your ear, choking you with just a tiny amount of pressure before he hums. “you like bein’ fucked raw, don’t’cha? you feel me deep ‘n y’er womb, gorgeous?”

you nod again, your cunt just continues to mend and form around his length sloppily. heavy breaths tear out of your filled up lungs before he bends you way back against the bed. “y-yes, please. cum in me toji, want you to shoot in me, f-fuck please.”

he’s got a firm grip on your hair, yanking it back as he’s jackhammering his thick cock — you feel the jagged edges around him piercing through your insides and he’s just so fucking big.

you whine, sloshes of your own honeyed slick coating toji so well from the very base down. a pretty white ring, “yeah, c’mon. cum with me babygirl, cum on this dick,” and he growls darkly, the incoming build up coursing through his veins. a raw hoarse emits from the back of your throat before you’re cumming. it takes so much out of you, his tip ruthlessly mashing against your g-spot so good. your eyes are ogling, drool seeping from the corners of your lips before he ends up finishing too. never inside, but now—he’s shot a thick load into you raw. it was simply appetizing, toji slows his jerking hips down and he grows quiet. he’s pouring into your cunt with strings of hot balmy cum. with how quickly it is to fill you up, you feel how it just stuffs you to the brim.

that same white translucent ring coats around his fat base and a rough hand of his grips onto your waist. “take it all, fuck,” and you continue to clamp around his dick. it’s so much that it starts to ooze out of your folds, velvety pretty ropes of cum paint the crevices of your thighs—running down your folds and it’s got you so dizzy. his balls that plugged you full remain inside of your sopping cunt, slowing his thrusts down completely before momentarily taking his dick out. “got myself a nasty little bitch, milkin’ me like that,” he gruffs out, smearing a thumb down your now swollen clit. you’re panting, feeling a throbbing sensation pool into your abdomen before he flips you over. “where’s my thank you, doll?”

“t-thank you, toji,” you mewl out, feeling him position himself between your legs now—you’re laid on your back, gasping for air before he cups your chin. with dark coy eyes, he rubs a thumb against your lip. “thank you for finishing in me.”

“y’er welcome, sugar,” he groans, realigning himself against your saturated folds—so soaked, there were still many remnants of hot stringy semen that stuck against your entrance. he pauses, feeling your legs lock around his slim waist before he pauses. with a husky voice, toji plants a single kiss against your lips. “heh. ya are on the pill though, right?”

“…….”

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beanietopia · 1 month ago

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your boyfriend satoru meant the absolute world to you. he was sweet, always spoiled you, and not to mention a huge fucking nerd.

you’ve always found yourself attracted to the introverted types that looked like they have never even spoken to a girl, and that was your man. the first night you met you let him speak to you about his favorite digivolutions for what seemed like two hours. he was a total social pariah, but you found that endearing about him. no one ever understood how satoru was able to bag a fine girl like you, but there was a secret the both of you kept from everyone else.

satoru was obsessed with porn, and he wanted to try everything he learned on you.

it didn’t help that satoru was also a bit of an attention whore at the same time, his twitter account having amassed hundreds of thousands of followers from the content he posted on there. at first he started by just reposting porn he found on the timeline, and before you two became a thing he tweeted the filthiest things he wanted to do to and with his future girlfriend. how lucky he was to have you fall in his lap soon after that! you instilled a confidence in him that he didn’t have before meeting you, and once you learned about his twitter you actually encouraged him to post more. aren’t you such an angel?

sex with satoru was always exciting. he knew how to switch things up in the bedroom, all thanks to his “gooner” fanbase, he likes to call them. he had to practically beg you to start filming whenever you two fucked, and how could you say no when he was whining your name so desperately like that? to satoru, fucking you was like breathing in air—he had to do it or he’d die. you couldn’t even worry about his phone recording the two of you, you were all too focused on the crown of white hair that was now nestled in between your legs.

satoru was obsessed with eating you out. he told you one of his favorite categories of porn to watch was men eating pussy, and he wanted to show you what he learned. this man had your legs folded up to your chest as he devoured you, his tongue lapping up your juices while trying not to lose himself too soon. “taste s’good baby..” he moans, chuckling to himself as you fight to squirm away from his hold. sometimes his glasses would slide down too much and he’d just throw them somewhere, which he always ended up regretting later. “you’re not going anywhere,” he warns once he comes up for air, spitting directly on to your pussy before sucking your clit between his lips. he got so messy with it, too. spreading his saliva all over your inner thighs as he made out with your lips, gently tugging them between his teeth. he could spend the whole day kissing every crevice of your body. well, almost the entire day. he still had to play digimon.

and there’s nothing more that satoru wants than for you to cum on his tongue. after all the work he put in to make you see stars, why would he let the bedsheets get rewarded for all his hard work? he needs to literally be shoved off your pussy to get him to stop, which gets you met with his pouty lips and petulant stare.

remember how you forgot that he was recording? right, now he’s showing you the video while already thinking of the caption he’d post along with it to his twitter account. of course you two went viral, being shared and reloaded by hundreds of porn accounts on the site. since then, your pervy boyfriend’s been asking you to record more of your intimate moments.

you’re no better than him, though. you keep saying yes.

can you BELIEVE it guys 2 posts in one weekend i'm really hitting my stride.. anyways to that one anon who wanted me to make porn!addicted jjk to a series YOU WIN.. until i get another idea to write for .. also should i make a taglist idk how to go about that but anyway i got work soon beanie out xoxo

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dollyfiles · 3 months ago

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frat!rafe manipulating you into letting him eat you out for the first time

cw: rafe x fem!reader, established relationship, making out, touching, explicit language, manipulation, praise, fingering, oral (f. receiving)

rafe didn't believe in taking things slow. he wasn't built for patience, and every woman he'd ever been with knew it. hookups were fast, rough, and entirely on his terms. women weren't people to him; they were distractions, brief fixes. he used them, got what he needed, and never looked back.

but you were different. every time he thought he had you, his fingers inching closer to finally touch you, you faltered—nervous and uncertain—guiding his hands back to safer ground. why play hard to get? he thought. and tonight was no different—at least, it wasn't supposed to be. but rafe was done taking your shit.

you were sprawled on his bed, your thighs brushing his hips as he kissed you. you tasted sweet, your lips swollen from the way he'd been devouring you for the past hour. rafe’s hands roamed freely over you, slipping under your sundress to grip the soft flesh of your thighs. you trembled, gasping into his mouth when his fingers slid higher.

"God, you're so fucking soft," rafe groaned against your mouth, frustration bubbling. you were so responsive, so willing to let him kiss and touch you—just not in the way he craved. and his patience was wearing out. "rafe," you gasped, voice uncertain as your hands fluttered against his chest.

"what, baby?" he asked, a wicked smirk spreading across his face, his fingers trailing up your thigh, stopping just short of where he wanted to go. "you want me to stop?" you bit your lip, your nervousness being clear. but rafe wasn't about to back off—not when you were so close to giving in, he could feel it.

"you’re so fucking pretty like this," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "squirming under me, all nervous and shy. but I know you want it. you wouldn't let me touch you like this if you didn't." the weeks of waiting, of teasing himself by letting your warm body press against his without taking you, had driven him to the edge of madness. rafe needed to touch you and so he did.

your breath hitched as his hand slid between your legs, his fingers pressing against the damp fabric of your white lace panties. you weren’t sure if you were ready for this but his touch got you dizzy. "you’re already soaked," he smirked, his voice dark and teasing. "so don’t act like you don't want it, baby."

"rafe..." you whimpered, your cheeks burning as you tried to look away. he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Tell me you don't want it," he challenged, his fingers circling your puffy clit through the fabric. "say the word, and I'll stop. otherwise, i’m not letting you off easy tonight."

you didn't say a word. you couldn't. did you want this? maybe he was right. maybe you did want this, even if you were scared. and when your wide eyes met his, he knew he had you. your body betrayed you, hips arching into his touch even as your lips remained pressed shut. "yeah, that's what I thought," he said, his smirk widening.

he pushed the fabric aside, groaning at the sight of your cunt bare and glistening for him. "shit, look at you," he muttered, his fingers sliding through your slick folds. "so fucking wet for me. you’ve been holding out on me, haven't you?"

you whimpered, cheeks burning, and embarrassment mixing with a growing heat as his thick fingers slipped inside your hole, slow and deliberate. you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets as he worked you, curling his fingers just enough to make you squirm.

"does that feel good, baby?" he asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?"

you nodded, lips parting as soft moans escaped your lips. it felt good. really fucking good. but there was still a nervous tension in your chest, a fear of giving him so much control over you.

rafe watched his thick digits disappear into your sopping wet hole, your pornographic moans just pushing him further. your cunt looked so pretty taking it all but as good as it felt to have you falling apart with his fingers burried deep inside of you, he wanted to feel you on his tongue more than ever.

he’d never been the type to eat pussy. it wasn't his thing—too messy, too intimate. but looking down at your puffy cunt, so soft and needy, he felt a pull he couldn't resist. he wanted to know what you tasted like, wanted to make you fall apart in a way no one else ever had.

he slowed his movements, pulling his fingers away despite your soft whimpers of protest. "relax," he said, his voice husky. "i’m not done with you yet." before you could respond, he moved down the bed, spreading your legs wider with his arms as he settled between them. "rafe," you said, your voice laced with nervousness. "I don’t kn-"

"Shut up," he cut you off, his eyes dark and hungry as he admired your wet cunt. he didn't wait for your permission this time. his mouth was on you before you could protest, his tongue dragging through your folds slowly, deliberately. you gasped, your back arching off the bed as your hands flew to his hair.

"shit," rafe muttered against your core, he had never tasted something so sweet, gripping your thighs to keep you still while his tongue swirled around your sensitive bundle. "you taste so fucking delicious, baby. i could do this all night."

your protests died on your lips as his tongue lapped at you, your whimpers soon turned to moans. you were addictive—better than he ever could've imagined. every sound you made, every little tremble of your body, fueled him. rafe groaned into you, feeling his cock growing harder with every shudder of your body.

"look at you," he said, pulling back just enough to speak, his voice rough and filthy while his lips and chin were drenched in your arousal. "fucking dripping for me. Your pretty pussy has been waiting for this huh?"

you couldn't answer—your voice was lost in the haze of pleasure he was giving you. but your body told him everything he needed to know. your thighs trembled, your hips bucked, feeling yourself getting close. your soft, broken cries of his name only driving rafe further.

rafe had never thought he'd enjoy this. hell, he'd only done it once before, and he'd hated it. but with you, it was different. you were different. he didn't just want to make you feel good—he wanted to ruin you for anyone else.

“ray, i’m gonna—“ you moaned but got cut off by your own release, your body shuddering while you came undone, crying out his name. rafe smirked against your skin, “that’s my girl.” but even as you tried to catch your breath, he didn't move away, lapping up every single drop of your release, your clit already swollen from overstimulation.

you wiggled, trying to push him away as you couldn’t take it anymore, the pressure too much for your fragile body. rafe just chuckled, "you think I'm done with you?" he asked, his voice dark and filled with promise. "not a fucking chance, baby. i told you—could do this all night."

and he meant every word. for the first time in his life, rafe wasn't just obsessed—he was completely, utterly addicted to your pussy. and he didn’t know if he could ever stop.

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pynkfairyheart · 11 months ago

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pairings: peircer eren x black reader

warnings: smut 18+, kinda pervy eren

Good girl

“Hello?” Your soft voice rang over the chimes as you entered the tattoo parlor.

The shop was quiet, seemingly empty besides the softening chimes of the door and surprised cursing down the long hall.

“Shit- yeah. Just give me a minute. My apologies” The culprit of the cursing called.

In the meantime, you took a look around the lobby. The reviews didn't do the place justice. The largest wall contained a bright colorful mural, contrasting beautifully with the dark floors and connected black walls.

While admiring the piece of artwork, heavy thudding from the long hallway turned your attention to the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

You never believed in love at first sight, up until now. You hadn't even known the man's name yet, but you craved him. The reviews warned you the entire staff was attractive but they clearly left out that this man was a god.

His long hair was pulled into a low bun, strands falling in his face, the color contrasting against his pale skin. He was tall, with a full sleeve on one of his muscular arms, and his green eyes had you drowning immediately. He couldn't be Onyankopon, they said he was a brother. Maybe Connie or, Levi-

“Hi, I'm Eren” He introduced himself after swallowing the large knot in his throat.

While in your own trance, you failed to notice how he froze the moment he saw you. The bright light you stood under showcased the sparkles of your pretty brown skin.

Your legs were on display as a result of the simmering heat outside, thick thighs causing them to roll up slightly. The fitted t-shirt you wore allowed the hardened buds of your nipples to peek through, despite the hot weather.

Eren never considered himself a pervert but the way his mind instantly thought about sucking on them till you begged him to fuck you had him thinking otherwise.

“Hi, I'm [☆]. Is this a bad time?” Oh, he could have come on the spot, your voice sounded even better without the numerous walls separating you and god your perfume had him wanting to devour you on the reception desk.

“No, no I just don't know how much I can do for you, the AC is out in all the rooms but mine and I don't even know how long that's gonna last so if you're looking for an hour long tat session you'll have to come back” He crossed his arms, muscles contracting against the white tee.

“Oh no, I'm just hoping to get a few piercings but I can definitely come back another time”

“No, I can do a couple of piercings. What were you thinking?” He grabbed the paperwork from under the counter, praying one of them would be your chest.

“Uh well, I want the other side of my nose, belly button, venus dimples, and my nipples but I understand if you can't do all of that or the last one I'll just come back”

“No, no I can do it,” He said too quickly, clearing his throat awkwardly before handing you the paperwork.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

“Good girl. You're doing such a good job for me, pretty. Just hold on for one second, lovey”

He was currently doing your last dimple piercing. The pain was unimaginable at first but as soon as the praises left his mouth all was forgotten besides the growing stickiness that rested between your thighs.

He praised you after every piercing a variation of “Good girl” “You're doing such a good job for me” “That's it, baby. You did so good” flowed from his pink lips. You could never decide which throbbing to focus on, the one from your new piercing or the throbbing of your clit.

With three new holes in your body and damp panties, it was now time for the piercing both of you were dreading yet excited for.

“Do I just take my shirt off here?”

“Wherever you're comfortable, baby. You can go in the bathroom or stay in here and I'll give you some privacy” He felt like a teenage boy again. His dick twitching at the thought of seeing you exposed.

“No, it's okay you can stay in here I don't mind”

“Oh. Okay,” He perked up. Giving you some privacy he turned his back, pretending to be busy when in reality he was trying to think of anything but you getting undressed behind him. Despite his concentration, all he could focus on was the sound of your necklaces and bracelets clanking at the movements you made.

He knew your nipples were still hard, especially since he took advantage of the working AC and he wondered what your moans would sound like if he flicked his tounge repeatedly over the bud, or if he pinched them in front of the mirror while you begged him to fuck you as you pressed your ass against his hard-

“I'm ready” Your soft voice broke him from his thoughts.

If his self control was any less he'd have gotten on his knees to worship you. There you were. Looking everywhere but him, tits exposed. If it weren’t for the fact other men besides him would see, he'd tattoo this image of you on his bare forearm.

“Are you ready?” He suppressed a groan.

“Mhm”

“Okay stand up for me” He led you to the mirror where he prepped each bud. During the process, you felt as if you could crawl into yourself. The most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on had his hands on your breast. Despite the occasion being nonsexual, you were convinced your arousal would start running down your thigh at any second.

“Is this okay?” He stood behind you.

You gave a simple hum of approval, thoughts gone as he explained how the process would go. You convinced yourself you could handle it, that it would all be over soon.

That was until he rolled the bud in between his fingers, the whimper you'd been holding escaping you.

‘fuck’ ‘fuck’

“Shit, I'm so sorry I- I didn't mean to do that, please understand I had no malicious intentions I just” He stumbled over his words.

He was just explaining the step by step process of the piercing. He wasn't thinking, just craving. He wouldn't have realized his actions if it weren't for the sound you let out. The sound he knew he'd replay in his head the moment you left the shop, stroking his cock as he imagined it were you down on your knees in front of him.

“It's okay” You reassured him. Your big eyes staring up into his through the mirror.

“I didn't…I don't mind”

⋆⭒˚.⋆

Before you knew it you were bouncing on his cock. His moans muffled as his mouth engulfed your breast. Tongue slightly grazing your nipple with the flickers of his tongue before sucking harshly.

He was stretching you out so good, leaky red tip repeatedly hitting your cervix as his frenum piercing brushed against your walls. The added pleasure contributing to the pace of your bounces as you chased your high.

“E-eren please” You whined, attempting to push his head away from the assault on your breast. His hair was everywhere, the ponytail holder long gone the moment your hands entangled in his hair. Your buds were so sensitive, every suck and swipe of his tongue had you squeezing around him, every clench releasing your cream that pooled at the base of his cock.

“Fuck” He groaned, reluctantly giving your boobs a break. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, groping the brown skin before placing a hard slap on your cheek.

“Talk to me, pretty. You like this? Like bouncing on daddy's cock hmm?” His arms wrapped around you tightly as he fucked up into you.

“Oh my- fuck” You gave him control. Your head resting on his shoulder as you let out pornographic moans into his ear.

“Answer me, mama” Another slap landed on your ass.

Before you had time to register the mix of pain and pleasure on your flesh, the gentle pressure of his finger rubbing circles on your puckering hole had you seeing stars.

“Fuck y-yes. I love it so much, daddy. Please don't stop” You whined. Tears of pleasure wetting the crook of his neck.

By no means was Eren a fast finisher but boy was he trying his best to hold on, you're pussy was just squeezing him so tight, the added tension on his scalp as you tugged on it every time he hit the spongy spot along your walls had his nails digging crescents into your skin.

“I'm so close, daddy, please”

“Let go mama” He pressed hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.

In that moment you came, your pussy tightening around the large girth of his cock. Clear liquid squirting from you in streams as he continued his thrust. Your arousal splashing and dripping onto the chair.

With sweat dripping down his forehead, and stray hairs sticking to him, his thrust became sloppy and his breathing became heavier.

“S-shit” He whimpered, head thrown back as he came harder than ever. Repeatedly pushing his load back into your pussy.

“Lemme take you on a date. Please” He panted once you both came down, his hands roaming your body as he looked down at you, green irises peeking out behind his blown pupils.

“Okay, yea- oh” A broken moan escaped you as he moved your hips up and down his length once again.

“Eren” You whined

“Don't tell me you're wiped out after one round, pretty girl. I know you have more in you, mama. Be a good girl for daddy”

for my eren girlies. this is probably the fastest I've ever wrote bc i just needed peircer eren. oh also how do yall feel about pegging bc i feel peircer eren can be a bit subby sometimes ttm. mwah <3

pt.2 wit the pegging ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶꒱ྀི১

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rafes-slut · 2 months ago

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On his knees

Disclaimer // 18+ content.

Summary: you are pissed about the fact that rafe was flirting with some women and to show you just how sorry he is he gets down on his knees

Pairing: rafe cameron x gf reader

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Tanneyhill was way too quiet for your liking. The only sound echoing through the grand halls was the sharp click of your heels as you paced back and forth in the living room, arms crossed tight against your chest.

You could still see it. Her hand lingering on his arm a little too long, that overly bright laugh, the way she leaned in like she owned him.

And Rafe? He just stood there. Letting it happen.

Sure, it was for some business deal—selling some overpriced property or whatever excuse he had, but did he really need to let her practically throw herself at him? For money?

You huffed, your voice filling the empty space, “I mean, seriously, Rafe? She was all over you! And you just stood there like it was nothing!”

From behind, you heard the familiar creak of the front door shutting, his footsteps heavy as they approached.

“Baby, come on,” Rafe’s voice was calm, too calm, like he wasn’t phased at all. “It wasn’t like that. I wasn’t flirting—”

“You let her flirt with you!” you snapped, spinning to face him, your frustration bubbling over. “What, was I supposed to just stand there and watch? Like I’m invisible?”

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair, but his eyes locked onto yours, sharp and serious now. “Sit.”

You blinked, thrown off by his sudden change in tone. “What? No, Rafe, sitting isn’t gonna—”

“Sit.” His voice was lower this time, more of a command than a request.

You sank onto the couch, still fuming, arms crossed tight.

To your surprise, Rafe didn’t sit beside you. Instead, he dropped down to his knees right in front of you, his hands resting gently on your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, your heart suddenly racing for an entirely different reason.

His blue eyes softened as he looked up at you, his thumb gently rubbing circles against your skin.

“Showing you how much I love you,” he murmured. “That girl didn’t mean shit. You’re the only one that matters. You’ve got me, baby. All of me.”

Your breath hitched as his hands slowly slid up your thighs, fingers grazing against the hem of your dress. His touch was gentle, deliberate, as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your knee before trailing higher.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re mad,” he mused, his lips brushing against your skin, voice dripping with something dark and possessive. “Drives me crazy.”

You bit your lip, torn between staying mad and melting into him. But then his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, and his mouth followed, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

“You don’t need to be jealous, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot against your inner thigh. “I only want you.”

His fingers hooked under the hem of your dress, dragging it up agonizingly slow, eyes never leaving yours as he spread your legs wider. He kissed up your thighs, each press of his lips sending shivers up your spine. His hands were firm, keeping you right where he wanted you.

His mouth hovered just above where you needed him most, teasing you, making you squirm beneath his hold. “You’re already so wet for me,” he rasped, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

Then, finally, his lips met you, a slow, deliberate flick of his tongue that sent a shockwave through your entire body. You gasped, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging as he worked you over with precision, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you.

Rafe groaned against you, the vibrations making your hips jerk against his face, but he held you firm, not letting you escape the pleasure he was determined to give. His tongue was relentless, switching between slow, teasing strokes and deep, intense movements that had you gasping his name.

Your thighs trembled around his head as he sucked, licked, and devoured you like he was starved. He didn’t stop, not when your body arched off the couch, not when your legs threatened to close around him—he only growled, gripping your thighs tighter, keeping you wide open for him.

The tension in your belly coiled tighter, heat blooming through your veins as the pleasure built higher and higher until—

You shattered, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Rafe didn’t let up, drawing it out, his tongue flicking lazily as he licked you through your high.

When you finally sagged back against the couch, breathless and spent, he pulled back just enough to look up at you, his lips slick with your release, his eyes dark and full of hunger.

He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning up, pressing a slow, filthy kiss against your lips.

“Next time you get jealous,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction, “remember exactly who you belong to.”

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heauxvibez · 6 months ago

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He Loves to Talk You Through It (Aaron Pierre)

Warning: Pure Smut, No Plot (18+)

"Right here, baby, in my eyes. Can you keep them open for me?"

Those eyes, damn, those fucking eyes. It was like you were completely lost, drowning in the deep, swirling mix of emerald and amber, colors that seemed to shift depending on his mood. You'd seen them change so many times—whether it was lust, when they darkened with anger, when his brows would furrow and his jaw clenched tight, barely containing what he was feeling inside; or even sadness, when they softened, filled with a heaviness he tried so hard to hide. Many emotions flickered through them, making it impossible to look away like he was holding back something that he was waiting to unleash.

"Don't hide from me, princess. I need you to keep them on me.."

His plump, plink lips glistened, freshly moistened by his tongue, which was still soaked with your juices. The way he licked them slowly, savoring every drop, made you feel like he could devour you entirely. That taste seemed to make him feral, he wanted to claim every inch of you.

"You look so beautiful when you're taking me like this.."

But it wasn’t just the taste of your essence that had you hooked. It was the sound of his voice, that smooth London accent, rolling effortlessly off his tongue when he spoke to you in the sweetest, most tender way. It almost felt like what you were really tasting was the sweetness of his words, more than your own juices. His words touched you in ways that had you craving more, not just of his body, but of the way he made you feel when he spoke.

"My sweet girl, so perfect for me.."

You could still taste yourself on his tongue, that sweet, lingering flavor covering you with the warmth of his breath as it brushed against your lips from the kiss he’d left you with just moments ago. His lips felt just as good as they looked—soft and pillowy. Your fingers found their way to his ears, lightly massaging them as you playfully sucked on his bottom lip, feeling the soft tug of his skin against your own. He responded by pulling at your top lip with just as much passion, his breath hitching before he pulled away slightly, catching your lips in another tender kiss that made your heart skip a beat.

"Mmm, so soft..so beautiful.."

When he finally pulled away, those pretty orbs scanned your face as if memorizing every detail, while his flushed lips parted slightly as if he was still savoring the taste of you. The small tugs you made on his ears made the corner of his lips turn up in a soft smile, something that made you blush. He leaned in again, the heat of his body pulling you closer, and you could see how much he loved this—how much he loved you.

"You feel so damn good, wrapping around me like the good girl you are. Taking me deeper, and deeper, and..fuck...deeper."

Your knees were wrapped snugly around his waist, pulling him closer as you felt his dick twitch inside you. His strong hands gripped your wrists, pinning them beside your head and holding you firmly in place. You could feel the weight of his body against yours, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, leaving you damn near breathless. The way your pussy gripped his dick made you feel completely at his mercy, every inch of him filling you as his hips twisted and rolled painfully slow. The thrusts were deep, drilling into you with as if he were mining for gold. Every time he hit that sweet spot, your breath got caught, his name just barely escaping your lips.

The way he had you pinned, the way he took control, your belly mimicked that same feeling you experienced when a rollercoaster made that big drop.

"I want you to focus on how it feels when I'm deep inside you. Uhn uhn, look at me—don’t look away. Let me see..."

His forehead pressed against yours, sweat dripping down from his brow as his body worked tirelessly to keep you lost in a blissful state of euphoria. His pretty caramel-colored skin glistened, catching the light in a way that made him look even more flawless than usual. Every bead of sweat traced down his features and the contours of his muscles. He was concentrated and confident, giving you every bit of his attention.

"Mhm, just like that. Makin' me fucking weak when you look at me with those pretty brown eyes.."

With his fresh haircut and sharp line-up, he looked as yummy as ever, and the scent of his cologne lingered in the air and made you want to swallow him whole. Honestly, having someone as fine as him fucking you felt like a dream, a wild fantasy brought to life.

Your chest was caving in with every deep breath, and you couldn’t help but wonder what this man was doing to you. It felt like your body was buzzing and you were doing your best to keep your eyes on his. The whines that escaped your lips were almost being sucked in by him, his own lips hovering close to yours, ready to catch every sound you made.

"Mmm, keep those whimpers coming. You're taking me in so good, so wet..just for me.."

You were sucking in his grunts just as eagerly as he was drinking in your noises. As deep as he was driving into you, your gushy walls were making his knees weak, stirring up nervous flutters in his belly. He masked it well, though, keeping that confident facade as he focused on you, completely lost in you. But you could see it in his eyes—the way he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

"There it is..I can feel you tightening around me. Talk to me darling, is it right here?"

Your pussy was getting wetter by the second, causing your grip on his hands to tighten. You were pinned against him with nowhere to escape. His hips were perfectly angled, grazing your G-spot with each thrust, making the hairs stand on your skin and your face twist with pleasure.

"Tell me that’s your spot; I need to hear you say it. Tell Daddy how deep he is.."

You didn’t have to say a word; the sounds your pussy made filled the air and spoke for you. The sounds that told him everything he needed to know. The way your fingers clutched his hands, the way your slick walls wrapped around him, all communicated the delicious torture he was putting you through.

As you struggled to speak, he was watching you closely, taking in every tiny change in your expression. He was digging into you like a shovel, watching your lips part in desperate gasps, trying to let out your whimpers. But now, those sounds were fading, as he fucked the voice out of you. He knew he had you completely under his spell.

"Breathe through it, love. You can take it,"

His eyes looked down, watching your walls pull around him, holding onto him tighter. He pulled out slowly, teasing you just enough before thrusting right back in,

"You can take every single inch of me,"

You could feel him deep inside, filling you completely, not one inch of you unfulfilled. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the way his body moved against yours.

“That's right, let it happen, princess. I'm right here, give it to me..”

He was so calm, his voice so steady as he stroked your index finger with his thumb while your hands were still in his grasp. He was coaxing you to surrender to him, completely let go and be vulnerable in his hold.

"Shit, that's my girl. Just give in to me baby, don't hold back. I want to feel every fucking drop.."

As you felt the orgasm creeping up, your body shuddered to every angle, every hit of your spot, he knew exactly what you needed.

“Look at that, ” he murmured, his eyes marveling and locked onto where your juices splashed onto his dick and thighs, glistening in the soft light. You were soaking him, drenching the sheets beneath you, and gasping for air like you were surfacing from deep water. You both shook and writhed beneath him, and he watched you with a look in his eyes that made your pussy grab at him again. A satisfied smile crept onto his face, full of not only pride but also arousal, as he saw you unraveling completely under him.

“See? You can take it all,” he said with a playful smirk, his lips still ghosting over yours as you attempted to catch your breath. You rolled your eyes and smiled lazily at his comment.

"And because I know you can take it all..I'm going to need one more from you, okay?"

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I would like to believe I proofread this a billion times, so hopefully there are little to no mistakes. Hope y’all enjoyed!!!

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ervotica · 7 months ago

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27. kisses for cover at a party with poly!rosekiller. reader goes to evan to get a guy off you, he makes out with you, barty sees and is like "yay i wanna join" and then just devours you

ahhh i love them! poly!rosekiller x fem!reader, college!au ✩ 900 words

You slip beneath the handsome guy at the pub with practiced ease, dipping under his outstretched arm in an attempt to shake your unwelcome admirer of the evening.

To his credit, he doesn't flinch but rather curls his arm round the nape of your neck, tucking you into his shoulder in one fluid movement until you're mostly obscured. He dips his head low enough to murmur in your ear; his voice is like smooth, dark honey.

"Who you hiding from, lovely?"

"This bloke's been following me round all night," you admit, voice high and breathy. "He's still looking, I think. Will you- will you pretend to know me until he goes away?"

He grins and the sight almost blinds you; crinkled eyes and a soft smattering of freckles across his high cheekbones. Miles and miles of brown skin and a curly blonde mop that sits high on his head.

He really is lovely.

And if you'd met him under different circumstances, you'd be nervous for an entirely different reason.

"Consider it done, okay? No need to fret."

He tips his head lower until his nose brushes yours. You hold your breath in anticipation.

"Let's give the prick a show, yeah?"

Your insides flush white-hot as you wait for his lips to make contact. It's a languid sort of kiss, building in intensity as your mystery man flattens his tongue against your bottom lip. He palms at your neck, angling your face upward until you have no choice but to part your lips and let him lick into your mouth, soft and slow and deep.

You push up on your toes - encouraging him closer - and you feel the corners of his mouth tip up even as he indulges your wordless request.

The kiss ebbs and he pulls back. You bite your lip and try to pretend that he didn't just give you the best kiss of your life.

"I'm sorry," you say, cadence twinged with embarrassment. "I don't even know your name."

He smooths the pad of his thumb over your pencil lined eye and smiles, unperturbed. His expression is softer this time, something akin to fondness lingering in his eyes.

"Evan," he murmurs. "And you?"

"Y/N."

A weight settles at your back and you go rigid, pushing back into Evan's space with a startled gasp.

"It's okay, lovely girl," he placates with ease, as though he's known you for much longer than a few minutes. "This is Barty."

This boy is taller – sharper round the edges than Evan, but no less beautiful. His face is shrouded by thick, dark hair that contrasts so heavily with his pale skin it almost looks unnatural.

"Hi, pretty," he coos. "Oh, she is gorgeous, Ev. The gorgeous ones always love you."

"Hi," you almost whisper. You're suddenly even shyer under Barty's fervent gaze, red-hot at his rapt attention.

He folds at the waist and twirls one of your loose curls between his fingers. From here you can smell his breath, mint and vodka and something sweeter that lingers on the tip of his tongue.

He steps closer, right into your space until you're sandwiched snugly between the two of them.

"Do I get a kiss?" he asks, borderline pleading. Intense, for a man you've just met.

Your throat works around a thick swallow and you look down at your feet, suddenly overwhelmingly shy.

"Um..."

"Don't be jealous, babe," Evan placates, a lithe hand massaging teeny circles into your shoulder.

"I find a pretty little thing snogging my boyfriend and I'm supposed to not be jealous?"

You balk. Your eyes gloss over, and wet and wide and painfully apologetic.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know. I'm really sorry."

"Shh." Evan loops an arm round your waist and tugs you neatly into his side. "He's teasing. He just wants a kiss, too, if you're willing to give it."

You can't deny that Barty is beautiful – all long, milky limbs and dark features. You nod tentatively.

"Okay."

Evan plants his chin in the juncture of your neck as Barty leans in, long fingers roaming the expanse of your waist with a fervour you've never felt before. Your stomach flips.

Barty's kiss is far more fervid. All tongues and clashing teeth as he angles his head to get more of your mouth on his– as though he wants to eat you whole.

You whine into his mouth when his hand settles on the dip of your spine and presses down, forcing you to arch up into him. There's not a part of you that isn't being touched in some way.

Especially not when Evan trails his lips along your pulse point and begins diligently sucking a bruise under your jaw.

Barty gets you by the nape of your neck and probes his tongue further into your mouth. He's persistent, flicking his tongue behind your front teeth until you gasp and open your mouth wider to grant him more access.

"There's a good girl," Evan says, voice rumbling against your back.

The trail of spit that stretches and bows between the two of you when Barty pulls back to get a good look at you has you feeling faint.

"Can we keep her, Ev?" Barty nuzzles his nose against the soft swell of your cheek.

"What do you say, angel? Can we keep you?"

You're too dazed to answer with more than a nod, curling your own arms around Barty's waist to keep him pressed against you.

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thexsilentxwordsmith · 2 years ago

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Simon desperately eating you out after a rough day.

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The door slammed shut, making you jump and bump against the edge of the counter that you stood at before the sink, finishing up a few stray dishes that had been left from the night before. You turned to see Simon standing there in the doorway, stiff as a goddamn board with only his eyes clocking the room to find you and locking on to your form like a beast ready to pounce.

"Pants off...now," he demanded, his voice metered and firm as he removed the mask covering his features.

"Well, hello to you too," you chuckled as you crossed your arms over your chest, but he was not in a picking mood. "What's up?"

He took a calming breath; it wasn't your fault his mood had been soured today and he didn't need to upset the only person that could turn this all around. "It's been a fuckin' day, luv. Need something to take the edge off before I send someone to the goddamn morgue. So, again, pants off…please."

This wasn't the first time you'd encountered this specific Simon before; his short, gruff sentences were an obvious indication that he has had an absolutely rotten fucking day and was completely over it already. And because this wasn't your first time you knew what he wanted…

…what he needed to let all that stress go.

Slowly you undid the button of your pants, pulling down the zipper before slipping your hands inside the waistband and sliding your jeans down off your legs. Once you removed them from around your ankles you tossed them to the side and stood there in your panties and tank top, waiting for him to give you your next instruction. Like a flash he moved in and was now on top of you, enveloping you entirely with his hulking form as it fit against your curves until your backside was being indented by the edge of the countertop.

Hot, hungry lips scrambled to aggressively connect with your own, fighting for dominance as the back and forth of the dance continued with each passing second. He let himself go to become consumed by you, unable to find a pause to take a breath as he all but devoured you whole until there was nothing left in his mind but you.

Those large hands with their thick, rough digits pawed desperately at the warm, soft skin of your bare hips, grasping as much meat between them that they could hold. All those curves, all the smooth, voluptuous flesh ready to be caressed, it was enough to drive him insane; how fucking lucky he was to have it all at his disposal now to help cure his bad day?

God you were a fucking feast and he was starving.

The connection between your lips was broken sloppily and with haste, a sting of spittle connecting your lips sparkling in the light as he pulled away. Simon hurriedly grabbed the hem of your tank top and ripped it up and over your head, letting your breasts drop and jiggle with the reverb as they were set from their cage.

"Fuck," he groaned under his breath with a sharp inhale through his teeth as he latched those lips back on to your own. "That's a sight that could do me in."

On the move he leaned his tall head lower as those raw lips began to explore further down along the curve of your neck, the line of your shoulder, and finally coming to those beautiful breasts which he immediately sucked into his mouth. The suction was intense as he used the very tip of his tongue to circle those perky rosebuds until he felt them stiffen against the roof of his mouth and your body twitch from the tingly feeling it gave off that shot up your spine.

Whatever you were doing before this felt like a distant memory as his attention grew your arousal so that your body responded in kind to him just the way he wanted. He switched sides on your chest, not wanting the first breasts twin on the other side to get left out. Simon only moved on after your hips began to grind against the bulge growing at the front of his pants.

His lips continued down the line of your body as he knelt to the ground before you, ready to put everything into worshiping that sweet pussy he loved so goddamn much. Over your sternum and stomach all the way down to your pelvis his lips caressed until they reached a roadblock covering those last few inches to his destination. That was quickly dealt with as his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your panties to slide them down your thighs, letting his lips keep going all the way to the mound of your sex; only then did he pause.

"Spread," he demanded again as his hands tapped at your inner thighs, his message being short and sweet and to the point. "I'm fuckin' endin' this day on a high note. I'm not stopping' till I'm on the goddamn verge of death by suffocation, so don't ya even try to move, luv."

You widened your stance with the guidance of his hands until there was enough space to allow his face to fit between them. Hands back on your hips, holding them as handlebars so that he could incline his face against your cunt he dove in.

Your petals were so warm, so silky, and it felt good on his mouth as he kissed that other lovely set of lips a few times, sighing as he was finally able to relax in his favorite place.

"Here we go, baby," Simon breathed into you as he extended his tongue and drug it over the slit between your legs until he had split you open, rubbing the muscle through the small accumulation of your juices to coat his tongue.

Goddamn were you sweet tonight. "Mmmm mmmm," his deep, garbled hum vibrated deliciously on your clit as the taste of you filled Simon's mouth and tingled on his taste buds.

…And then he began to move the pad of his tongue…

Over and over his tongue engaged your core. "Fuck, Simon," his name fell from your lips as his tongue began to make you writhe against his face.

"Again," he said in that gruff growl as he pulled from your for only a second.

You knew exactly what he meant for you to do. "Simon," his name was beautifully moaned from you once more as he focused all his efforts on that small bead of nerve endings at the top innermost part of your cunt.

The sound of your soft, breathy voice calling out to him made the previously enraged Lieutenant fucking crack at the seams and any trace of that rage-inducing day was suddenly completely gone; replaced by a fire to make good on his promise to desperately lap at you for as long as it took until his skin was infused with your scent and he was fully satisfied.

He moved up even tighter against your core, locking on so that even as you bucked there was no chance he would fall off until he was good and fucking ready to let you go. Shit he was pushing you to the limit of what you could take, your body aching wildly as his strike hit precise and deliberate every time until you were right at the cusp of your pleasure. God, his pace was relentless.

Overwhelmed with the intense gathering of warmth in your belly, your toes began to curl together over top of the floor as you scrambled to keep your breathing steady through the growing euphoria. How were you supposed to force yourself to intake air when all your functioning had been redirected straight to that pleasure sensor in your brain?

That thought had little time to gain traction as that feeling of impending pleasure had reached its peak.

Suddenly you were spilling violently, crying out as you tried to move him from you, but Simon was in this till the end. He kept at it until you had ridden it out to completion and finally settled, your heavy panting becoming softer and more drawn out.

You thought that that was it; the finale had been reached and all was good right? You could not have been more wrong. A wet flash of a smirk crossed his lips as he stood back up before you.

Without even a verbal warning his hands were suddenly digging into your sides as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you out of the kitchen and into the bedroom where he sat you on the surface of the bed. Reaching with one of his hands over his shoulders he gripped the fabric of his shirt in his grasp and pulled until it came off over the top of his head, throwing the useless article to the floor before stalking towards the bed.

"On ya knees baby," he grunted as he hurriedly laid down on his back beside you further up towards the head of the bed. "Over my face. Now."

Simon pulled at your arm until you moved, his need to be smothered between your thighs causing him to rush. Grabbing on to the headboard for leverage you knelt over his head.

Your petals glistened with the sticky cum and saliva mixture he had just created as he ate his first course, but there was still plenty to get lost in and he was more than ready to dive back into it.

Greedy hands rubbed up and down the smooth skin of your thighs. "Sit," he commanded and you bent your legs until you were just above his nose, but that wasn't good enough; he didn't need you being gentle, he needed you to give him what he wanted - to let him drown in you.

"No hoverin', I said sit," he hissed as he quickly moved his hands to your hips and wrenched them down so that you had no choice but to lower yourself until your pussy was completely flush against his face like a chair.

His breath hitched not just from the instant lack of available oxygen, but because the feeling of being completely enveloped by your pussy was akin to being high; he was on cloud fucking nine just suffocating against you.

The headboard thumped against the wall from your arms shaking as full contact was made again along your core after just having come. The tears stung your eyes, your over-stimulated clit so sensitive it almost hurt. His grip on your hips didn't let up, keeping the pressure tight so that there was no chance of escape, even though you wriggled in search to ease up a little.

There was still some fight left in you; that simply wouldn't fucking do as it meant he hadn't finished the job and he was anything but thorough. Simon needed you completely spent and too exhausted to even move a goddamn inch.

"I-I can't…I can't," you pleaded with him as you squirmed over top of his stark features like anything you said would persuade him to give up.

You could hear his voice in your head, you knew what he'd say if he could talk at that moment. "Oh yes you can sweetheart. You're gonna fuckin' take it all for me."

I mean look at that big boy, he could eat and that meant all types of meals, you included most of all.

As if a nonverbal response to your mewling, his tongue picked up in speed, stroking wildly against your clit with reckless abandonment. Your fingernails were digging into the wood of the headboard, thighs vibrating against Simon's ears as each movement of that deadly appendage brought you closer and closer to your second harsh release.

"Bastard," you whined.

He gave your hips a hard squeeze. Call me what you like baby, he thought, you're still gonna fuckin' come as many times as I want.

So warm, so wet, so soft, gasping for air... He was in heaven.

Unconsciously your hips began rocking along with the thrusts of his tongue, riding him just as he worked and that familiar feeling in your stomach returned. Seconds passed…or was it minutes? Hours? Time seemed to pass differently when he was eating you out.

All of a sudden you stopped rocking, pressing your pussy as hard as you could against his face, and with a few more hard strokes you cried out as you came violently, slamming into the headboard as your thighs clamped down around Simon's ears.

"S-s-shit…" you whimpered as you ground out the last drop of your ecstasy until Simon tapped your thigh to be set free.

Legs shaking, chest heaving, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed bright red, you fell down on the bed beside him, unable to move a muscle save for your head. Turning your face towards him you were met with a very happy and content man gazing back at you with those fiery auburn eyes, face absolutely drenched from eyebrows to chin in a thin layer of your cum.

He reached out to you, his palm cupping over the entirety of your cheek. "You did so fuckin' good for me sweetheart," he praised, thumb rubbing over the supple skin there. "So fuckin' good that I think ya deserve a break…but I don't think I'm finished quite yet."

"Oh?" you questioned back through heavy breaths, eyes wide. More?

He chuckled in that deep vibrato as he rolled over to kiss your forehead. "Well… ya see… it was a really fuckin' bad day."

You hadn't planned on dying today, but if Simon got his way he would be setting up your funeral later tonight, but there were worse ways to go…right?

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bi-writes · 6 months ago

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Okay since MOB is into showing Simon her new dresses she needs one with the milk maid neckline. Like seeing her yitties alluo and pretty I’m sure will get a similar result as her cherry dress lol

simon is a tits man, what can i say?

mail-order bride (18+)

"you can't be fuckin' serious," simon mutters. it's the first thing he says to you when he comes home. there you are, seated on the carpet in the living room, a puzzle spread out on the coffee table as a movie plays on the television.

the skirt of your dress fans out around you, and you raise a brow as you look at him, putting one of the corner pieces into place before folding your hands in your lap.

"what's wrong?" you ask, and simon nearly throws his gear off, tearing his mask off and pointing at you, or more specifically, your dress.

"tha' right there," he says with a scoff. "you havin' a laugh, baby?"

you shake your head, picking up another piece of the puzzle. it's an edge piece, and you look down to start finding it's place.

"i have no idea what you're talking about, simon."

"up. get up."

"simon, can't you see i'm doing this?" you whine, and you finally give in, looking up at him. "can't you wait just a little bit?"

"no."

you sigh, using the table for leverage as you stand, and simon grunts as he makes his way closer, taking your hands in his until he hoists you onto your feet. you can't contain your giggles as he backs you up into the couch, and you squeal with delight when he forces you onto your back, getting right on top of you, suffocating you as he holds himself up with just a hand beside your head as his other fists the little bow on the front of your dress.

you arch your back when he undoes the tie. your tits fall free from the dress as he tugs the fabric under them, and he wastes no time, leaning in and sucking one nipple into his mouth.

your eyes shut, and your toes curl. simon is so tender usually, so careful, but today he's sloppy. he sucks more purposefully, swirling his tongue around your nipple, not satisfied until it's pebbled and hard inside of his mouth. when he's satisfied, he moves to the other, his spit gathering against your chest as he licks, sucks, devours.

you can't help how soaked your panties become. you drool into them, back bowed and rigid as your husband lays there and nearly eats. he's so filthy, nasty with it, brain muddled as he cups the fat of your breast and spits on it just to lick it back up. your hips jerk, and simon groans, bucking his own hips to meet yours.

christ, he's getting off on this, isn't he? yeah. simon is so fucking enamored with you that he's getting off on simply drawing soft whines from you as he presses your tits together and nearly slobbers all over them. his pupils are blown wide, big hands fondling them as he ruts his hips against yours, giving you something nice and solid to grind against as you brace yourself with your hands pressed against the arm of the couch.

"yeah--" you gasp, widening your legs, and simon grunts, bobbing his head as he buries his face between your tits.

"y'r so fuckin' pretty, baby," simon mutters, and if you were paying attention, you would see the grip that simon has on the back of the couch, how he's nearly pulling the threads with how hard he's whiteknuckling the fabric. "should know better than t'tease me with this--"

"fuck--simon! i'm so close--please!"

"ach--fuck, y'r gonna cum, aren't ya? shit---"

the kiss is hot. simon fits his cock right against your clit, and with one smooth grind of his hips, you're soaking your panties to ruin. your legs are jelly, shaking, and you cry into his mouth as you try and keep yourself from spiraling too far from the earth. it's so easy with him, so nice. your entire world feels fuzzy and warm when it's with him, and you can't help the soft gasps and the drunken giggles that leave you as he stills between your legs.

"can't be lookin' so pretty when i come home, baby," simon murmurs against your lips, and you smile, opening your eyes, reaching up and smoothing both your hands against his face. your fingertips naturally trace the lines of his scars, and he scrunches his nose as he sits up a little.

"yeah...at this point, i should keep a tally on how many of your pants you ruin, shouldn't i?"

at that, he reaches down, adjusting himself, and the scrunch of his face again tells you he's really made a mess this time.

"ha ha. very funny, luv."

when you kiss him again, he's a little surprised to find your hands slipping low, reaching for his belt. but maybe it's only fair.

if you clean him up good enough, maybe you can salvage this pair, no?

#simon might have a humiliation kink at this point LMAO #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost mwii #ghost x reader #cod #call of duty #simon ghost riley smut #ghost smut #simon riley smut #order up

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libingan · 5 months ago

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— tits or ass?

JOHN PRICE

ass man.

john doesn’t bother pretending otherwise—he’s obsessed. there’s nothing he loves more than bending you over the nearest surface, his rough hands spreading your cheeks apart as he takes in the sight. “bloody perfect,” he growls, his voice low and gravelly, his thumb brushing over the soft flesh like it’s his personal reward.

his touch is deliberate, firm as he grips you, his fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to leave bruises he admires later. he’s a man of control, but when it comes to you, he’s shamelessly greedy.

he loves the way your body reacts to him—the way you gasp and moan when his palm cracks against your skin, leaving a red print behind. “can’t help myself,” he mutters, his lips brushing over your neck as he pulls you back onto him, his cock buried deep inside.

“this ass of yours,” he groans, his hips snapping against you as his hands anchor you in place, “drives me fuckin’ mad.” and when you whimper his name, his grip only tightens, his chest rumbling with a deep, possessive growl. by the time he’s done, you’re marked, trembling, and entirely his.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

tits man.

kyle’s obsession is borderline feral. the moment your shirt comes off, his hands are on you, squeezing, kneading, and tugging like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “fuckin’ perfect,” he groans, his voice thick with arousal as his thumbs tease your nipples, brushing over the sensitive peaks.

he’s got a thing for pinning you under him, watching you arch into his touch, your chest rising and falling as you gasp. “can’t ever get enough of you,” he mutters, lowering his mouth to drag his tongue over your skin, sucking and biting until you’re marked and trembling.

he’s greedy, burying his face in your chest, his breath hot and ragged as his hands grip your waist. “these are mine,” he growls, his teeth grazing your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp that makes him smirk. “all mine. no one else gets to touch you like this.”

and when you’re straddling him, your body pressed close, he’s in heaven. “fuck, you’re gonna kill me someday,” he groans, his hands roaming over your skin like he’s memorizing every curve.

JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

tits man.

soap’s got no shame, and it shows. the second your shirt’s off, he’s all over you, his hands large and warm as they cup your chest, squeezing and teasing like you’re the best thing he’s ever touched. “jesus fuckin’ christ,” he mutters, his accent thick, his voice tinged with awe.

he loves leaving marks, his lips and teeth working over your skin as he sucks and bites, leaving trails of bruises behind. “can’t help myself, lass,” he growls, his voice low and hungry. “ye’re too bloody perfect.”

his favorite thing is having you ride him, your chest in his face while his tongue works over your sensitive skin, sucking and lapping until you’re moaning his name. “that’s it,” he coos, his hands gripping your hips as he guides you, his smirk sharp as he watches you fall apart.

“gonna make sure everyone knows who ye belong to,” he mutters, his breath hot against your skin as his teeth graze over your nipple, making you gasp. he’s relentless, devouring you like you’re his favorite meal, his hands and mouth never leaving your body.

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

ass man.

simon’s fixation isn’t just a preference—it’s an obsession. the second he has you alone, you’re face down, ass up, and entirely at his mercy. his hands are firm as they spread you apart, his breath hot against your skin. “bloody beautiful,” he mutters, his voice thick and gravelly, his thumbs pressing into your flesh.

he starts slow, dragging his tongue over your skin, savoring the way your body shudders beneath him. “stay still,” he growls when you squirm, his grip tightening. “don’t make me hold you down.”

the first flick of his tongue over your hole has your breath hitching, and he groans at the way you react. “taste so fuckin’ good,” he rasps, his tongue moving with purpose now, wet and deliberate as he works you over.

his hands keep you spread wide, thumbs digging into your skin as he devours you, sloppy and unrelenting. the obscene sounds he makes—low groans, muffled growls, and the wet slide of his tongue—only add to your undoing.

“this arse,” he mutters, pulling back just enough to catch his breath, “drives me mad.” then he’s back at it, tongue circling and teasing until you’re trembling and gasping his name.

when he finally pulls away, his lips are slick, his dark eyes locked on yours. “mine,” he growls, his voice rough and possessive. “every fuckin’ inch of you.”

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ozzgin · 1 year ago

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Yandere! Demon King Headcanons

You have accepted the Demon King’s marriage proposal! Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance

[Main Story]

The proposal, as you quickly found out, came as a surprise to everyone. Not even the King’s loyal butler knew of such intentions; he’d assumed they were finally going to destroy everything and everyone at once. To him, the dramatic scene of you and his Lord enveloped in flames was anything but a romantic confession. It was your final battle. So one might imagine the poor lizard’s confusion when the Demon King returned with you following behind. “S-sir?” He questioned meekly. The armored creature nodded at his servant. “It has been done. We’ll plan the wedding upon our arrival home.” The what? His baffled expression must’ve given him away, because the Demon continued: “What’re you gawking like that for? Didn’t I ask you earlier how humans forge a bond?” The butler stumbled to search for his words, swallowing dryly. “Well y-yes, your Majesty…I just didn’t expect it to be anything more than curiosity.”

The same speechless reaction repeated itself all the way to the Kingdom. Soldiers, diplomats, other monstrous entities of the unknown Land, they all greeted you in disbelief. So much, in fact, that you began to poke fun at their hesitant response: “I am his mortal enemy”, you’d announce with a dramatic bow. “Spouse! We talked about this!” the Demon Lord would quickly correct you, flustered.

Truth be told, you're not quite sure what made you accept this ridiculous offer. Perhaps a mixture of intrigue and disillusionment. The city you've dedicated yourself to stood no longer, burnt to a crisp along with its corruption and crookery. In a way, the monster had unshackled you from a responsibility you no longer wanted to bear. And if that wasn't enough to convince you, well, the sight of the Ruler himself kneeling before you certainly sealed the deal.

Although it may take a while for you to accept the idea that your worst adversary had actually been infatuated with you this entire time. Were there even any hints? During your last battle you nearly died. You'd crawled out of an enormous crater on your fours, bones shattered and ligaments torn. When you pointed this out to your groom-to-be, he stared at you in horror. "I had no idea humans were that fragile. I was trying to adjust my strength so as to not do any harm." You could only nod, patting away the sweat beads forming on your forehead. Uh huh. Maybe it's better you didn't experience his full range of attacks.

Ever since the devastating revelation, he's been extra careful when handling you. Sometimes he'll awkwardly hover his large hands above you, with a concentrated frown on his face. "What the hell are you doing?" you ask, eyeing him suspiciously. "I'm trying to be gentle." he'll answer. "You're not even touching me." Fair point, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

The Demon King will often ask you about customs from your world as a way to make you comfortable, just in case you get struck by the occasional homesickness. His Realm is very different from what you're used to, after all. Lamentably, his own years spent in the human world were not too fruitful from a cultural point of view. He was either busy stalking you or devouring the souls of the innocent. Now that he has nothing else to worry about, he will gladly listen and even do his best to actively participate.

You wake up shrouded in thick smoke. Overwhelmed by heavy déjà vu, you rush down the grand stairs, searching for the source of the fire. Are you being attacked? Enemies of the Demon King? You elbow yourself against the kitchen door, similar to when you left your home to find the city ablaze. The Demon Lord turns to face you, visibly overwhelmed and exhausted. You gawk at the scene unfolding before you and remember to close your mouth, mainly out of politeness. "It's too small. I'm afraid I cannot use it", he reveals timidly, holding a human spatula between his fingers to showcase the impractical size difference. You glance at the disastrous attempt behind him and manage to deduce he'd been trying to make breakfast. In an unspoken agreement, he steps back and allows you to take over.

"I'm surprised you let him burn down the kitchen", you mention to the butler once you get a moment to yourself. The scaly servant sighs, and theatrically lifts his clawed hands in hopelessness. "Pointless to argue with him when he's like this, (Y/N). In my entire life serving the Family, I've never witnessed a more stubborn leader." He points to the lavish portraits adorning the walls with a faint smile. "And, to put it frankly, he's obsessed with you. I've never seen him in a more deplorable state. Marrying a human?! The shame, the outrage!” he cries out. “No offense intended to you, of course. You must understand." You hum in agreement, a tad uncomfortable, yet sympathetic. "M-maybe it'll tone down after the wedding?" you suggest as encouragement. "Oh, no, I suspect it will only get worse", he bemoans in return. Then, he promptly straightens his back and resumes his duties.

You go on your own way, not wanting to burden the lizard in his work. As you cross the hallway, you find the Demon King himself scanning each room, somewhat agitated. He notices you and his features soften. "I was wondering where you'd vanished." You approach him with the words of the butler still ringing in your ears.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #yandere demon king #yandere male x reader #gender neutral reader #monster romance #monster boyfriend #yandere oc

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deusfoundry · 5 months ago

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18+ only mdni pls thank u :D also its my first time writing smut/something this explicit so please be kind 😭

kissing sylus is always such a dizzying experience, one that you can swear drives you to borderline insanity.

you usually catch him in one of two moods.

one, is when he likes to take things slow.

it's a few hours past midnight, hours past the time you should've went to bed if you wanted to get up early for work tomorrow. but you don't mind. really, every single bone in your body is screaming at you to stay where you are, perched right on sylus' lap.

your legs settle on either side of his thighs. they’re beginning to feel like jelly, nearly numb from being in the same position for so long. both of your hands are on his shoulders. your fingers dig into the fabric of his sweatshirt. an attempt, but ultimately a feeble one to ground yourself.

likewise, sylus' hands are glued to your thighs. his palms glide over the bare flesh, fingertips brushing against the hem of your shorts. beneath the thin fabric, he draws circles with his thumb, each drag of his rough pads on your skin brings him closer to the lace of your underwear.

he’s got no sense of urgency as he pulls away, lips lingering just a hair away from yours before leaning his head to give your neck the same amount of attention. you turn your head to the side for his convenience, and he gladly takes it as an invitation to smother the entire length of your neck.

sylus works diligently, lips moving in an almost snail-like pace as if to say that you've got all the time in the world. he doesn't move to another patch of skin until he's sure there are marks in the greater vicinity of each area he covers.

his lips travel down to your shoulder, leaving wet kisses in his wake. he takes the thin strap of your camisole between his fingers, toying with the fabric enough that it slips off. his teeth sink into your skin.

your breath hitches when that delightful mix of pain and pleasure hits your senses.

it's almost too much, the way he's taking his sweet time with you. how he pours the same amount of utmost care and attention over each inch of skin he comes across, until you somehow find yourself resting on your back at the couch.

the flimsy fabric of your camisole rides up. you find it harder and harder to breathe as he runs a hand over your bare stomach. sylus plants his lips right above the garter of your shorts.

he tugs at the garter while he holds your gaze, an unspoken way of asking for your consent. your nod is accompanied by a quiet hum that he takes as his cue to pull your shorts all the way down, tossing the garment carelessly over his shoulder.

you're left in your camisole and underwear. it's far less skin than you've shown sylus before, who's seen and memorized every little nook and cranny of your body, but you still feel the urge to squirm. to shy away from his touch and to hide from his eyes that nearly burns holes into your skin from the intensity of his stare.

but he doesn't give you the chance to do either when his hand flies to your inner thigh, slightly spreading your limbs apart.

“don't go hiding on me now, sweetie.” his lips replace the hand on your thigh. the teeth that digs into your skin makes you whimper. “relax, we've got all night.”

other times, he's overtaken by the carnal need to devour you whole.

he's got you pinned down on the mattress. the cool silk beneath a stark contrast to your flushed, heated skin. it serves as a reminder of how sylus can get you all hot and bothered with little effort.

you two have been going at it for what feels like hours, but it's barely been ten minutes since he dragged you from his office by the waist, the cookies you baked for him sitting long forgotten on his desk.

sylus pulls away, just enough to have you rising from the bed as your parted lips chase after him on instinct. he can feel the ghost of your lashes as your half lidded eyes flutter open.

you pout. sylus struggles to hold down the chuckle blooming from his chest.

"stop being mean.”

"i don't know what you're talking about, sweetie." sylus acts innocent, but he's got a shit-eating grin on his face that lets you know he's messing with you. "am i not allowed to breathe?"

he says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. like he's never pushed you to the boundaries of how long a human being can last without oxygen. like he doesn't place a firm hand on the back of your head to keep you from catching your breath.

sylus full-on laughs when you turn away from him, shifting your body as much as his tight grip on your wrists will allow so that you're angled away from him.

cute. he thinks. did you really think he can be denied that easily?

sylus releases his hold on one of your wrists. his now free hand finds your chin, fingers lingering above skin for a moment before he uses just enough force to turn your head towards him.

you gasp. the tiny sound you make that's barely louder than a whisper travels straight down.

for half a second, you lock eyes. but you're determined to keep up this little charade despite the hand on your chin, eyes darting to look at anything but him.

“kitten,” he feels the way you squirm beneath, can almost feel the shiver running down your spine. “look at me.”

with little hesitation, you will yourself to face him. and when your eyes find his, sylus wastes no time in capturing your lips between his own.

it's awfully pathetic, you think, the way you gasp for the second time in less than a minute. but you don't think you can pin the blame on yourself entirely when it's sylus.

sylus, who's rapidly starting to fill your senses, consuming you wholly. he's in each breath of air you take through your nose, a mix of leather and cedarwood fogging your mind. he's all you can ever think of tasting as his tongue works wonders inside your mouth.

hell, he's even in the back of your eyelids. a picture forever burned in your mind, a memory carved so deeply into your soul.

he slots himself between your legs, dragging one of his thighs up the sheets until it meets with your core.

sylus swallows each sound you make, from the quietest whimpers to the most shameless of moans, as he grinds his thigh against you. the muscle presses into you with pressure that's enough to drive you crazy, but not enough to send you careening over the edge.

he knows this. of course he does. he notices it in the shortening of your breath, chest heaving and contracting deeply. in the frantic way in which your fingers travel across the large expanse of his back. in your soaked pajama shorts that's slowly seeping through the fabric of his pants.

“what's the matter?” and he'd be happy to give you more, to give you that push you need to reach blissful release. “tell me, sweetie, what do you want?”

only if you ask nicely.

“sy-” you manage between baited breaths. “please, i- i need more.”

“i’m not sure i get what you mean. care to help a poor man out?” his pace relents, leaning forward in a mock curiosity. satisfaction courses through his veins when he hears you whine.

his pants are starting to strain uncomfortably, the last bits of his restrain wearing thin. he wants you, as much as—no, a lot more than you want him. but he wants to make sure you get your fill first.

it's you above everything, after all.

“sylus, i need you-”

“you have me.” sylus presses against your clothed clit. “or is this not enough for you?”

you shake your head, desperate for release. “need you inside, please.”

“well,” he smirks, reaching down to move your underwear to the side before sliding right into your hole. the gasp that falls off your swollen lips is music to his ears as he starts rapidly thrusting two of his fingers in and out. “since the kitten asked so nicely, who am i to deny her request?”

#might be a tiny bit ooc SAWRY #i kinda chickened out so its not like full on smut #i TRIED ok 😭#sylus love and deepspace #love and deepspace #sylus x reader #sylus smut #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace smut

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tetzoro · 7 months ago

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˖˙ ꔫ — TO HOLD, TO DEVOUR

꒰ synopsis ꒱ : you and kuroo have been dating for awhile but now it’s time to take it to the next step. but first, kuroo has a secret to share.

꒰ contents ꒱ : MDNI. kuroo tetsuro x reader ; virginity loss (kuroo), reader guides him through it, kuroo is a quicker learner, unprotected sex, creampie, use of pet names (sweetheart)— WC : 2.2k

Kuroo Tetsuro was a virgin.

It was surprising, to say the least. The sultry sentences that easily flowed from his sensual tongue that always held an air of confidence had fooled you into believing he was a man who had a lot of experience.

But after awhile, the more intimate things became, the more the words started thinning out and that silver tongue of his lost its sparkle.

Now fully seated in his lap, half clothed and full of want — he falters.

“What is it?” You pull back, tilting your head a little. The blush that once dusted along his cheekbones has spread throughout his body, his chest a fiery pink that you couldn’t help but run your fingers along, trying to soothe the burn with your electrifying touch.

Kuroo’s breath hitches at the contact, his torso rising and falling unsteadily with a distinctive sheen of desire over it. His swollen lips were painted red with passion, kiss bitten and practically begging to be consumed once again.

The slightly shaky hands he had gripped along your hips dug deeper into the flesh there, nails sinking in to claim every inch of you, leaving crescent moons in it’s wake.

Unintentionally, he pulls you onto him more, feeling the effects of his arousal throb against your thigh, the heavy press of his cock nestling between your covered core. The sensation makes him shiver, involuntarily pushing his hips up a little more to chase the heat, stuttering at the friction.

“I’ve never done this before.” No teasing lilts, no killer smirk. For the first time you were faced with an entirely vulnerable Kuroo — a man who you did not have the pleasure of knowing but the thrill of discovering him shot down your spine as a new warmth blossoms in your lower abdomen.

“Do you want to?” You try to keep your eagerness down but the thought of being Kuroo’s first was all too exciting. Getting to touch him where no one else has, staking your claim along his body and branding it as his first. The one he will never forget, the one he already hopes will be his last.

“Yes.” He breathes out. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in his willingness but you swore you could see some self doubt work his way through his head and shine out of his pretty amber eyes — a brief deer in the headlights before morphing back into the darkened gaze of a panther ready to pounce.

“Want me to show you?” The hands that were resting on his exposed chest slowly slid down, barely slipping under the waistband of his pants. Kuroo lets out a soft gasp, eyes flickering down as you tease him, pants tightening that much more.

“Yes.” A sudden burst of strength shot through him, a spike of confidence as his desire overpowered his nerves. The moment your fingers wrap themselves around his length, he bucks into your fist — a faint, yet needy sound slipping past his lips. “Yes, please.”

You lean in briefly, brushing your lips against his as you steal the breath from his lungs, spinning around all of the thoughts in his head. All too soon, you pull back, running your thumb along his tip.

“First, we have to help each other out a little bit.” Your voice was level, soft. something he could hone in on and sink his teeth into, listening to every word you had to say. Wide lust blown pools of amber flitting from your eyes to your heaving chest, to where your fist closed around his pulsing cock. “Take off my clothes, Tetsu.”

His cock jumped at the way you breathed his name out. The hands that were securely pressed into your hips fold in, fingers dragging along your skin and hooking under the loose shorts you had on. Deftly, he slips them down as you ease up a little to let him fully tear them off.

“Wow.” A gust of air left Kuroo’s lungs as he looked at your cunt, fingers already reaching toward it. The two of you have never gotten this far together and he was more than eager to learn how to please you. Slowly, he runs a digit along your folds. “You’re already so wet.”

Curiosity strikes him, plunging his finger into your depths, causing you to let out a soft gasp. The sound went straight to his cock, somehow making him even harder than he was before. If he didn’t sink into you soon, he’s sure he would burst just at the way you clench around his knuckle.

“Tell me what you feel.” You encourage him, your wrist flicking, squeezing along his tip and earning you another one of his delicious groans. But it wasn’t enough, even bucking into your fist didn’t bring him the relief he craved, the kind he’s never tasted before in his life.

“So warm and tight.” Kuroo slowly thrusts his finger in, memorizing how your walls constrict around his digit. The way you were clamping it sent his mind reeling, boiling down to one question that barely slipped past his lips. “You sure i’ll be able to fit? Seems like it’ll be a stretch.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Your hand speeds up a bit, Kuroo’s forehead falling against your chest as he tries to stop panting. The room was getting too hot, the remaining clothes he had on were far too constricting for him. “When we get there, you’ll see.”

A part of you wondered if you should finish him off quickly so maybe he’d last longer once he’s finally inside of you. But the thought was quickly dismissed by the guttural groan he let out. Having him come deep in your cunt for the first time would be worth it.

While his fingers work you open, your hand retreats from his cock. Kuroo stopped his motions, looking up at you with a slight pout on his face, need surfacing in his eyes and clouding it with a dark desire.

“Why’d you stop?” His shaky, unsteady breath hit your skin, his other hand tightening around your hip, needing something to ground him. Desire bubbled up within him and he was moments away from having it boil over.

“Because I want you to fuck me now.” With that, you carefully slide his pants off so they pool around his ankles. Kuroo’s breath hitched as the cool air met his newly exposed skin.

“Fuck.” Kuroo muttered, letting you do what you needed to do. Reluctantly, he slid his finger out of your cunt, bringing the digit up to his mouth to get a proper taste. He all but moans in delight, eyes on you as he awaits your next move.

Gently, you push him so his back sinks into the couch cushion, straddling him properly so his desperately reddened cock laid on his stomach.

“Almost there.” You glide over his length, spreading your arousal all over him as you simulate riding him. nestled between your folds, you can feel him pulse with need. “You’re doing so well.”

Kuroo let out what could be described as a whine, the praise caused his eyes to flutter shut for a moment, hips jerking up against your core.

Before you slide down, you swirl his tip around your entrance one last time. Your nails dig into his shoulders as your cunt starts to envelope his cock. It was as if he was carving his way through, the stretch sending jolts throughout your body.

Never in your life have you felt something fill you up so well. Your thighs tremble as you try to steady yourself, baring the sting in favor of Kuroo’s pleasure.

And the saccharine sound that left your lover's lips had you freezing, eyes snapping to his. The look on his face was a new sight — so blissed out, so vulnerable.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be so sensitive, Tetsu.” You coo in his ear as he tries to hold himself back, keeping the rest of those sweet sounds stored behind his wall of pride. Something that was already cracking at the seams.

“Don’t-“ Kuroo gasped, his head falling back onto the couch, bangs barely covering the desperate look in his eyes. “Don’t — hah, don’t fuckin’ move. Please.”

The sight before you was too good to pass up, so you listen. Mercifully letting him get used to the feeling as he splits you open. The subtle throb of his cock only enhanced how full you felt, the pressure starting to get to you.

“My my,” You coo down at him. “I’ve never seen Kuroo Tetsuro so lost for words.”

His dick twitched in you at the tease so you squeeze back in retaliation.

“Haah — just give me a minute sweetheart, I’m sure I’ll come up with something.” The man sounded absolutely breathless, all of the air sucked out of his lungs from the way you enveloped him. “Just can’t help it, you just feel too good, so so good.”

“Wanna feel even better?” To further your point, you clench around him again, hands running along his chest as the pads of your finger glaze over his nipple.

“Please.” Kuroo hastily sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, pressing down and doing what he can to steady himself for what’s to come.

As soon as the plea rolled off his tongue, you start to move your hips. The pace you set was languid, taking your time as you dragged out each motion. The way his cock slowly slid out of you, your walls clenching around and all but begging for him to stay in place — only for you to drop back down.

It wasn’t often you were in a position to tease Kuroo Tetsuro, and far be it for you to pass up an opportunity like this. The slower, the better as his mind slowly descends into a haze of desire.

“Need more.” He groans, his voice lower than you’ve ever heard it. His eyes glued to where the two of you connect, watching as your essence coats his cock every time you sit back up. You pay him no mind as he struggles on the couch, squirming for more friction. “Baby, please.”

Even the pet name doesn’t phase you, not when he already looked so fucked out. How was it possible for someone to look so good while looking so pitiful, so at your mercy.

The inescapable need that fueled through his veins was working overtime and your pointed ignorance was the catalyst he needed to set off.

Gripping onto your plush backside, Kuroo starts to chase what he wants. Ever the determined man, he thrusts up into you stealing all the control you once held in the palm of your hand.

“Tetsu— !” You gasp, falling forward, clutching onto him as he sets an unsteady pace.

“You feel too good.” Half lidded eyes meet yours, his jaw slack and losing all function beyond saying your name like a prayer. A litany of pleasurable sounds tumble out after it — a moan, a groan, even a whimper from the way your walls clutch onto him. “‘M not going to last long.”

“It’s okay,” You reach for his hand and bring it directly to your clit. The contact had you jolting forward, something that did not go unnoticed by Kuroo. His thumb experimentally circles around the nub, captivated at the way it slowly unravels you. “Oh-“

“Yeah? That feel good?” Kuroo asks. A switch flipped in his mind and the pleasure he was after turns into a new chase. One that involved having you come undone around him, earning your praise as much as he could. The only thing that was screaming in his head was that he needed to take care of you just like you were taking care of him. “Huh? Need you to use your words.”

“Yes!” You mewl, “Feels so good, Tetsu. I swear I can feel you here.”

To prove your point, your hand splays along your stomach and he groans, driving up into your harder as electricity shoots down his spine.

“Yeah? I want you to feel me here.” His lips brush over the cusp of your breast, right where your beating heart was racing to be with him. The act mixed with his relentless thumb has you clamping around his cock, moaning out as you come undone.

Kuroo’s hips stutter in surprise, pumping in once, twice more before spilling into you, his teeth grazing along your skin but not quite ready to sink themselves in yet.

The room was silent, spare for the joint battle of catching your breath. Kuroo’s eyes never leave yours, his hands trailing along your dewy sides, helping your body come down from its high.

“So?” You ask breathlessly. Kuroo smirks, flipping you so you’re under him, sprawled out on the couch. His lithe fingers collect some of the mix of your essence, before pushing it back in. “Tets—“

“Sorry.” Although there wasn’t an ounce of guilt in his touch as his palm smooths along your thigh before he lowers himself onto you, pinning you down. You can feel his length harden against your skin, his tip already prodding your entrance once again. “But we’re gonna have to do that again.”

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Devour me (2.5/?)

modern!Sukuna x Reader

Sukuna's selfishness reaches a breaking point, forcing you to finally talk to him.

Content Warning: ANGST, apologies, confessions, violence, uncomfortable confrontations and agression, Sukuna is his own warning. Not proofread. I am not a native English speaker so please do forgive all the spelling mistakes or grammatical errors 😔

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A/N: Hi besties! Finally, new chapter is here. Thanks for being so patient, life was a little too busy this week but hopefully everything is over now. I listened to a song basically on repeat while I made this. It´s Night Shift by Lucy Dacus so bestie @lizatonix, maybe we should add it to the playlist.

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“She looks pissed.” Uraume remarked as she nursed the cup of soda Jin had brough to them.

Jin, his ever so innocent and naïve brother had welcomed him with open arms, a stark contrast to the welcome he had received from his father or even you. Perhaps it was the weird brotherly love, or the unconditional loyalty Jin always demonstrated towards Sukuna, no matter how many times he said hurtful remarks, how many times they fought or how many times Sukuna came in crashing like a meteorite, Jin would always welcome him back.

Unfortunately, Jin thought people were like him. That’s why he didn’t have a problem inviting him and Uraume to Yuji’s birthday party.

“When is she not?” he scoffed.

“More than usual.”

That would be an understatement.

Ever since Uraume and him had arrived, you hadn’t even bothered to look at their direction. Sukuna expected your anger to be loud and thunderous, he expected punches and screams, he expected cuss words, and he expected violence and rage a rage that could burn the entire world.

Instead, he found quietness and distance.

You hadn’t even spoke in his direction, the simmering quietness of your anger only showed through stupid text messages and angry looks in his direction. He had hoped coming to this birthday party would crack the walls of distance you had built. He hoped his presence would force you to talk to him, to say his name as you cursed him and his mother for even daring to come here.

God, when was the last time he had heard you say his name?

Both him and Uraume had only received a quick glance, too quickly he thought he had imagined it. Could he even call it a glance when his eyes hadn’t even made contact with yours?

Coming to the party had been a mistake as he now was stuck watching you prance around with your group of human dildos. Sukuna wondered if it had been intentional, the way you had casually gathered all of them in a group right across him as all of them laughed at something you said. Your hands would sometimes travel round, a light touch on Toji’s bicep here, a small pat on Nanami’s chest there and he knew for sure it had been a calculated move from your part.

Perhaps he had forgotten how vindictive you were, how much you enjoyed the pain and suffering of people that had hurt you. How you reveled in the anger your revelation of sleeping with his cousin had brought him, the intense sense of betrayal and sorrow he couldn’t get rid of.

But you had also forgotten how much of an asshole he was, and he was about to remind you.

Without a second thought he walked over to the little group conformed by five men and you. Choso’s face was still covered in purple and green shades along with a small but painful cut in the bridge of his nose. Sukuna chuckled at the memory of his cousin holding his face in pain as blood leaked through his fingers.

You saw him coming from the corner of your eye. The confident stride, the oh so punchable smirk that adorned his face, the fire in his eyes as he looked at you. He was daring you, daring you to confront him, daring you to explode.

Toji was the first one to notice him, his shoulders tensing as he prepared himself for the show Sukuna was about to pull. The group fell quiet as the now black-haired man joined them, standing right beside Choso and Kento.

“How’s the nose, cousin?”

Sukuna’s arm went behind his cousins back, giving him an almost too hard of a pat.

“By the way, how’s your car Kento? Heard it got trashed.” He sighed sarcastically. “Can’t think why anyone would do that shit, I mean look at you.” Carmesí eyes swept Kento up and down. “Plainer than wonder bread.” He wrapped his arm around him. “You wouldn’t even hurt a fly, would you? Unless…” Sukuna chuckled to himself. “…when it comes to fucking someone else’s girl, right?”

Choso, completely taken aback by his question, began choking on his drink.

“Careful there, don’t die on me now or my girl is going to have to find a new replacement.” He turned to you, his eyes almost dark as he gave you a smug smirk. “Isn’t that what you do, brat? You needed all five of them to replace me?”

You rolled your eyes at him, hoping his little temper tantrum was over but he had only just begun.

“I have to say, I’m curious how it works. Do you guys have a designated day, or does she just fuck all of you at the same time? I know for sure these guys do.” He nodded towards Satoru and Suguru, both their faces turning slightly red at the distant memory of him walking in on you three a few years ago. “I always thought you guys were too busy touching each other to ever actually touch a pussy but it makes sense even that you do together, fucking freaks.” He spat.

Neither of the men answered but that didn’t deterred Sukuna, he was as relentless as always. Jealousy, pent-up anger and sorrow coursed through his veins, fueling the already explosive personality he had. He knew this could only end up in you being hurt but he couldn’t stop, not when he missed the way his name left your lips. If anger was what it took for you to finally speak to him, he would bring your wrath like never before.

“Alright, man. I think you should–” Toji started.

“And you. You fucking joke.” The sarcastic, playful tone Sukuna had was now gone, only venom left behind. “I leave and you come sniffing around like a goddamed rabid dog. Can’t fucking find a pair of tits your age you fucking decrepit bastard?”

He walked over to Toji, standing face to face to him. Toji was a giant, not only in height but in volume, his muscles always easy to spot even in oversized clothes. Sukuna in the other hand had a slightly slimmer build yet equally toned but perhaps not as strong.

Toji’s eyes remained calm at Sukunas words making Sukunas anger boil over. He wanted to erase that fucking façade, and he knew exactly how.

“What would your wife say if she saw you’re already replacing her with a younger, better model? She’s barely even cold in the ground and you go fuck around anything that mo–“

A punch, square to the jaw, finally silenced him. Chaos ensued right after.

Toji pounced on Sukuna, pinning the tattooed man bellow himself. Punch after punch landed on Sukuna’s face, his jaw aching the more hits he received but the adrenaline in his body was a temporary painkiller. Emerald eyes looked at him, all signs of calm and composure were long gone, now replaced by anger he had never seen Toji display.

It made him laugh.

Loud enough to distract Toji at least.

Sukuna grabbed Toji by the neck of his shirt, pulling him down so his nose made contact with Sukunas forehead. Was a head butt necessary? Obviously not. Did he enjoyed hearing the crack in Toji’s nose as soon as his head collided with his? Absolutely.

Sukuna overpowered him, this time being the one to deliver hit after hit. The metallic taste in his mouth increased and he spit it out, landing in Toji’s face. The crazy frenzy of violence somehow helped sooth the inner turmoil he had, choosing to focus instead of hurting whoever was in his way as much as possible.

So, he kept punching, again.

And again.

“SUKUNA! STOP!”

His fist stopped midair, his senses overwhelmed by your voice. He turned around, your face swimming in fury as you walked towards him. You looked beautiful, three years of dreams hadn’t done any justice to you. His dreams weren’t as warm as your skin, or as peaceful as the sound of your voice, or as alive as the hatred in your eyes.

Choso and Ken pulled him away, holding him by the arms as he fought against them. Suguru, Satoru and you ran to Toji’s side, both men helping him get up. Toji’s lip and eyebrow were busted, scarlet liquid oozing slowly down his face.

“Dad?” a small voice broke through the crowd of people.

Toji’s runt and his nephew stood between the crowd, eyes flashing between Sukuna and the green-eyed man. You looked at both kids before sending Sukuna a death stare that almost scared him.

You knelt in front of the kids sending them a small, comforting smile. “Why don’t you take Megs and your friends and open your presents, Chucky?”

Yuji, as sweet kid as he always was, was also very intuitive. How the kid managed to always be a rain of sunshine for himself and others no matter how sad he was, you would never understand. His eyes opened wide as he pulled little Megumi along with him, distracting the little black-haired kid.

“C’mon, let’s go! I want to see if I got my LEGO set!”

When the kids were far away enough, you stood up, an apologetic smile in your lips.

“I’m so sorry about this, I’ll handle the situation. If you guys could please go with Yuji and his friends, I would really appreciate it.” You walked to Sukuna, Gojo and Suguru finally releasing him only to be grabbed by you. “Again, I’m really sorry about all this but let’s not let this ruin Yuji’s party. We’ll bring the cake in a minute.”

Your apologies kept coming, the words slowly muffling as he focused on your touch. Everything else disappeared the moment your fingers closed around his arm, your skin against his. Something that he could only compare to electricity traveled all along his body, making him shiver as it traveled through his spine.

He realized he was being pulled by you when his feet stumbled across a branch, almost making him fall. Sukuna’s face remained neutral, almost uninterested except for his eyes. His eyes had a storm brewing as they followed you while you guided him to a more private area in the park.

After crossing a couple of lines of trees you finally stopped, releasing his arm. You walked a couple of steps ahead of him, but you didn’t turn to face him. Instead, you remained in place as your hands shook with anger.

He whispered your name, so delicately you almost fell for it.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Your voice broke in the end, and you weren’t sure if it was out of pain or out of anger. Perhaps they were both the same.

“What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?” The words barely came out of you, your jaw clenched as you tried to find the strength to not murder him on the spot.

“You’re not talking to me.”

The indignation involuntarily made you turn around, your hands now turned into fists as you stared incredulously at him. You looked as if he had given you the most offensive answer ever, and he might’ve as well have.

“I’m not fucking talking to you? That’s why you’re behaving like a fucking Neanderthal? Have you lost your fucking mind? I’m not even surprised you did this; three fucking years and you’re still the same egotistical, selfish psycho you’ve always been. You couldn’t even control yourself for your fucking nephew’s party?” You scoffed, walking away from him only to come back and shove him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Push.

“You fucking–“

Push.

“–piece-“

Push.

“-of shit!”

Push.

Your breathing was ragged, your chest pumping up and down as your screams took away the heaviness on your chest that you had carried around ever since he came back.

You had a plan. If you ever saw him again you would scream, you would yell at him to get lost, you would punch and kick and you would make him suffer the same way you had suffered for the past two years. And you tried to, when you first saw him again at Toji’s –and yours– bar the words had formed in your mind, but your voice had died in your throat.

The same had happened once you saw him at the club, his eyes burning in you as Naoya Zenin whispered something on your ear. The barriers you had built up from scratch were buried too deep down withing you that you knew the moment you even spoke to him every feeling, every emotion, every ounce of pain you had put away would come back, crashing like a wave and drowning you within.

But now, as you both stared at each other, Sukunas eyes still looked at you with the same love and tenderness from three years ago. His fingertips burned with desire to touch you, his heart hammering in his chest as both of you stared down each other, waiting to see who was the first one to break.

It was Sukuna.

When it came to you, he was always going to be the first one to break.

He walked cover to you, and you weren’t sure if it was your ego, your own need selfish need to having him close or how intoxicating his presence was but you didn’t back away. Sukunas hand traveled to your face, his fingertips barely caressing your face. He was asking for permission because no matter how strong his own desires were, he would never force even his touch on you.

You didn’t slap him away, so he took his chance.

Strong arms enveloped you, constricting you in a desperate hug with little to no room to escape. Your hands remained to your side as your body entered a state of shock you hadn’t experienced before. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t talk, you could barely even move your eyes as you stood there with Sukunas face digging in the crook of your neck.

He was in heaven once again. Your attitude, your personality and perhaps your feelings towards him had changed but your smell didn’t. He could still smell the same shampoo and perfume you always wore, the combination of aromas making him relax for the first time in years.

The hug lasted for an eternity, and it still wasn’t enough, not when he had deprived himself of you for too long. Was he losing his mind? Was his fascination for you reaching a dangerous level of insanity? Maybe it was but it didn’t matter, his thoughts were already overcome by you.

You felt it coming, the tears in your eyes forming the longer he held you. You were right, everything came back as if it was fresh. The pain, the betrayal, the anger, every ounce of suffering was drowning you under the weight of his presence. You had expected that and somehow prepared for that, unfortunately they didn’t come alone. You felt your affection, your love and your adoration coming back. The memories of being in love, trusting and allowing yourself to love, you have shoved them down your heart you weren’t sure they still existed.

They only made the pain hurt more.

You pushed him away, breaking away from his grasp.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You spat at him, venom and resentment making him shiver.

He called for you again, hoping to get you to listen to him. “I’m sorry”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m really fucking sorry.” His voice broke.

“Fuck you and your ‘sorry’s’, you fucking asshole.” One tear escaped your hold, and it was all it took for the dam to open. “You lied.”

“I know.”

“You said you’d be back, and you didn’t.”

“I know”

He knows you probably are tired of the same response, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything else when the ache in his chest couldn’t even let him breathe.

“Is that all you have to say? After three years all I get is ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I know’? Be a fucking man and say something else!” You scoffed again, but the angry front you displayed for him was long gone, exhausted after years of masquerading around because you would rather have people think you were angry than hurt. After they left, there was only three people that had seen your tears for Sukuna and Uraume and one of them was a child.

But Sukuna had always known how to break you.

A little too well.

His hands held your face, forcing you to look at him. You didn’t fight. You didn’t have the energy to keep pretending. His eyes, his god forsaken eyes could always read you like a book. There was no point in trying to masquerade everything with anger anymore.

“Why did you leave?” You cried.

“Why did you abandon me?”

Sukunas heart broke, each crack becoming bigger and bigger the more tears fell from your face. He hadn’t noticed he himself had begun to cry, his eyes prickling as he fought the uncomfortable feelings of guilt and self-hatred mixed with his usual load of sadness.

“I thought you would be better without me.” He finally the exhaled the words that ate him alive. “I thought you’d be safe if I left. I thought I was protecting you.”

“You… what?” You asked, the words barely coming out.

Your face contorted in an expression he wasn’t sure he had seen before. Anger? Sadness? Compassion? Sorrow? Maybe it was a mix of all or maybe none of them. As much as he prided himself with knowing you like no one else, he couldn’t deny something had changed in the yeas of his absence. As much anger, sadness or happiness you displayed, there was always an emptiness behind your eyes that always lingered around. Even now, as you finally allowed yourself to feel, that darkness remained, eating you from the inside.

The only time he had seen it was years ago, when those bastards had broken into the bar and attacked you. But now you coexisted with it, almost as if you didn’t even notice it anymore. As if you were used it it.

Was it his fault? Was he the one that made you like this?

How could he do this to you?

Your laughter broke him out of the self-pity spiral he was about to go down. Confused, he looked around, perhaps something funny had happened while he was stuck in his own thoughts but no, everything seemed normal. Then, he really listened to your laugh. He listened to the same misery his own voice had.

“You’re… you’re so fucking stupid.” You barely got the words out between breaths.

You struggled to get air in your lungs, backing away from Sukuna as you tried to calm down. You had to find it hilarious, right? You had to find the humor in this situation. You weren’t even sure why you were laughing but what was the option? More rage? More sadness? More of what? For what? Not like anything was going to change.

So, you laughed. You laughed at how idiotic he was. You laughed at how he had ruined both your lives in the process. And you laughed at how, as fucked up as it was, maybe you could understand it. If you could, you would run away and bring all your problems with you so the people you care about were safe. Maybe Sukuna was just ahead of the curve.

Sukuna waited until your howls winded down. You were bent over, finally being able to gasp for air as you held to your side, sharp pain between your ribs slowly fading away. A few second later you stood up, eyes watery as you stared back to Sukuna.

“Thanks for that. I haven’t laughed like this in a long time.”

You began fixing your hair that was now a mess thanks to the laughing fit you just experienced, not wanting to look like a lunatic coming out of the woods. You began walking towards the party and Sukuna panicked.

This was it? This was the big reunion he was waiting for?

No.

He couldn’t let you go. Not like this.

You walked in front of him, about to cross the trees to go back to the party when his voice stopped you.

“We did come back.”

You stopped in your tracks.

“We came back when we promised.”

Your head snapped at him.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He started, his right hand nervously scratching the back of his head. “I told Uraume not to contact you, I thought you would like the surprise.” He let out a sad, pitiful laugh. “I went to our apartment, the one you’re renting to those fucking weirdos.” He remarked, snarky. “I knocked but you weren’t home. I thought you were working late or some shit, so I went to the bar.”

He exhaled, looking down to his shoes. He couldn’t face you anymore.

“You weren’t working, it looked like you guys were celebrating a birthday or something. I don’t fucking know. Everyone was there, even Shoko.”

“Suguru’s birthday.” You whispered.

He looked up. “What?”

“It was Suguru’s birthday.”

You remembered that day. You remembered feeling like someone was watching you, the shiver that went down your spine as you thought you saw him.

Sukuna scoffed, of course it was because of one of your reversed harem fuck toys. “Yeah, whatever. The point is you were there. You were laughing and cheering a-and celebrating with everyone.” He stopped and you saw it. The pain in his eyes from that night. “You seemed happy. Happier than the last time I saw you at least. You were so full of life, and you seemed ok, like you didn’t go through all the fucked up shit I put you through. And maybe that was for the best.”

“So you fucking decided for me?”

The anger was back.

Hotter. Redder. Stronger.

“What the fuck did you wanted me to do, huh? You wanted me to come back and kept ruining you? You wanted me to drag you down with me into this fucked up world? You wanted me to bring you back into this-this fucking bullshit and hope nothing else happened to you?” Sukuna’s voice rose above yours, his short fuse not helping the situation as usual. “You could’ve fucking died!”

“And you decided for me!” You screamed back. “It wasn’t up to you to make that fucking choice, but you did. You fucking left!”

“I was trying to keep you safe! You know the life I live, you’re not fucking stupid. You know how things could end for me, forgive me for not fucking wanting to drag you along to your fucking death!”

“And that was still not your choice to make! It was mine!” You came back and you shoved him, barely moving him. “It was mine and you took that away from me! You took yourself away from me, you fucking asshole! Not a fucking goodbye, not a fucking ‘hey sorry, I’m not coming back’, nothing!”

“I couldn’t do it. I knew the moment I saw you, and your fucking sad puppy eyes I wasn’t going to be able to leave.”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit.” You sneered. “Say you didn’t have the balls to face me. Say that you’re a fucking useless coward that was too much of a pussy to tell me you didn’t want to me with me anymore.”

Tick.

His right hand flew to your neck, holding you tightly as his left hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling you towards him. Your words were venomous, their fangs sinking down in his soul releasing their pain within him, infecting him with the same resentment you carried.

To anyone else seeing the pair of you, they would think you were in danger. The redness in Sukunas eyes, the frenzy in his eyes and the boiling, hot and scaling fury behind his voice not convincing anyone else otherwise until they saw you. It was a battle of wills and pain, who had hurt who more, who was angrier than the other.

Who had loved more than the other.

“You think I fucking wanted this? You think I fucking wanted to leave you?” His fingers dug slightly deeper in your neck, but never enough to actually hurt you. “You think it didn’t pain me thinking of you making a life for yourself without me?” The last words came out broken out of Sukuna’s chest. “It killed me thinking that you would forget about me, that you would find someone else and you would move on but I forced myself to endure it to make sure you were ok.”

“Then why did you come back?”

That was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? Why did he return when he vowed to keep you safe, away from him?

“Because…” his eyes traveled to your lips for a second. “Because I’m fucking selfish. Because I can’t stay away from you any longer.”

Sukunas selfishness was always his downfall. The man who prided in his strength, not only physically but mentally, found himself breaking because of you, his best friends little, annoying, slut of a sister. For two years he had drowned himself in alcohol and drugs, trying to erase every memory of the two of you. It was for the best, he told himself every time his mind wondered to you. It was for the best, he reminded himself every time he picked up his phone, his fingers typing your number. It was for the best, he repeated to himself as he forced himself to wake up and face another day.

Every day for one thousand, one hundred and sixty-nine days he repeated the same mantra and for one thousand, one hundred and sixty nine days he missed you.

“You have never, once, in three years left my mind.” His closed his eyes, his forehead touching yours. “And I can’t stand it anymore. Not when I could be here, with you.”

With you.

He still loved you, you knew that much. As much as it pained you, maybe deep down you stilled loved him too.

But too much had happened.

Too much had changed.

You couldn’t risk it.

You couldn’t let him hurt you again.

You peeled off his hand from your neck, putting some distance between you. “You’re wasting your time here, Sukuna. Go back to whatever hole you came from and don’t come back.”

“I–“

“Hey”

Uraume’s voice cut through the argument that was about to ensue.

The once white hair was now completely covered in a dark, brunette tone, shorter than they usually sported it but everything else remain the same. Did they really think that was enough to cover up who they were?

Idiots.

Standing next to them there was Toji, whose face now was clean off from blood but had several cuts and bruising all over.

Another sin to add to Sukuna’s list.

“What?” You asked, your tone sharp and angry but your question was only directed towards your business partner.

The tension around his eyes made you worry.

“Naoya is here.”

Sukuna saw the shift. A complete 360-degree change. He saw your posture change, the broken down, angry demeanor long gone replaced by a coldness that almost made him shiver and the scowl that covered your face as soon as you head the name. He also saw the worry in the long look you exchanged with Toji, a silent conversation happening the longer you stared at each other.

That fucking old, decrepit bastard knew what the fuck was going on with you and his cousin.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to face the owner of your nightmares.

Uraume, unaware of the emotionally draining conversation you and Sukuna had just been on, decided to step on your way and look for explanations.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Why is Zenin here?”

You didn’t answer, trying to get pass them.

“Hey, don’t fucking ignore m-“

Your fist colliding on Uraume’s face shut them up.

You grabbed your hand, not yet used to the pain of punching someone in the face. Fuck did it hurt but you wanted to do this for a long time. Sukuna took a step forward, trying to intervene but a furious side eye from you told him to not intervene.

Uraume turned back after almost falling from the hit, the shock still in their eyes.

“What the fu-“

“Listen to me. Both of you.” You spared one last glance at him. “Whatever it is you guys are looking for here, you’re not going to find it.” You turned to Uraume. “You’re dead to me. So, stay out of my fucking way.”

Your words were cold, calculated and distant, each one of them an icicle stabbing them in the heart.

You were only able to take a couple of steps before Sukunas arm stopped you, forcing you to face him one more time.

“I don’t know what the fuck you got yourself in or what the fuck is going on between you and that sadistc bastard but… let me help you.” He begged you. “Whatever it is, I can fix it. You don’t have to do this alone. You don’t have to go with him.”

Sukunas demeanor surprised you. Years ago, he would’ve rather been dead that caught being nice to you, let alone begging in front anyone, especially Toji. Now, he hadn’t spared a second thought pleading with you. You even though he might’ve gotten to his knee if you asked him to.

He was desperate.

Maybe if you still had any hope or trust left in him, you would’ve accepted his help.

For a second, Sukuna saw another layer slipping away, faltering at his insistence. He saw fear and desperation as you considered his words. Whatever it was that Naoya held over your head, you were too scared to even let him know.

And as quick as the fear came, a melancholic look replaced it.

“Did you really think all my problems ended when you left?”

You ripped your arm away from his grasp, his fingers shaking as you made your way to Toji. Before you were too far out of reach you stopped in your tracks and Sukuna hoped you miraculously had changed your mind.

“And, Sukuna…” You looked at him over your shoulder. “Don’t try sending any of your men to sell your shit in my club.

It’s Zenin territory.”

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