#but he is so sweet to them it makes me tear up every time i reread it
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everytime i read this series i feel like im entering the battlefield đŹđŽâđ¨my annotations below hehe âŹď¸
It was unthinkable to be contemplating about gravestones. How could you sum up your family in limited words or dates, let alone choose a font for it?
ur writing has such PERSONALITY in it, i swear to god when i read this in beta, i was so in awe
Your first thought had been telling Topper, your only real family left, but he was as much Rafeâs as he was yours, and when it came down to it, he was still his best friend. Loyal to him since they were five, and jesus knows how heâd react if he found out about this. Heâd most likely freak the fuck out and tell Rafe everything, thinking he was doing the right thing, or worse, letting it slip to Ruthie.
this parallels perfectly to the first chapter where topper called rafe when reader was leaving, so not only is this paragraph giving us an at-point breakdown, but it's referring evidence that topper would slip and tell rafe
Itâs then you recognized how small your world was. How few people were truly yours.
their lives are so intertwined that reader doesn't know who to turn to when she needs independence đ oh curse rafe and his big dick
Today, it was just you, a few kids and teens dotted along the beach with oversized trash bags. It wasnât even noon, but the sun felt like it was scorching you alive. It was laughable, really, standing under this blistering sun with a cheap trash bag and an endless stretch of sand to clean.Â
this specific paragraph i wanted to highlight because i thought it was so descriptive and imaginative, but simplistic in a way that didn't feel like it was purple prose.
The kids were watching you again, with that look of curiosity. You couldnât look them in the eye. It wasnât their fault. They just didnât understand that sometimes the grown-ups didnât know what they were doing either.Â
the last line EATS BITCH IT EATS
 âYou should sit down.â
oh suck a dick
It was hard to believe the two of you had once burned hotter than any bonfire, two people who got under each otherâs skin, in love, and in hate.
in love to hate omg
Instead, he narrowed his eyes, âYou think I donât know what fine looks like? I was there.â
THIS IS SO COLD BUT IT SHOWED HOW THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS SO WELL, HOW INTERTWINED THEY ARE WITH ONE ANOTHER
And the worst part? You could see that frustration in his eyes, the same look he used to give you when heâd reached his limit with you. You wondered if he ever got to that point with Sofia.
i would crashout
Sofiaâthe one who looked like she'd been ripped off from some perfect postcard, all wide-eyed sweetness and gentle smiles. She probably never challenged him, snapped back, or made him want to pull his hair out.
hm.
This was a version of you only Rafe could bring out.
they're so toxic and dynamic and i love them
Your chest hurt like youâd been run over a hundred timesâit felt suffocating. âI hate you.â For the first time, you thought he might actually leave you here.Â
that stopped me cold i had to write something in my diary
His fingers stopped as if your words had made an impact, his lips pressed into a thin line. Your vision blurred as he leaned in, his touch hovering as if to wipe away the tear running down your cheek, but he didnât, instead, he closed his hand into a fist and drew back, his face just inches from yours. A faint, humorless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he clicked the seatbelt into place. He made a low humming noise, that thing he did when he was getting ready to make someone feel two inches tall.  "Yeah? Get in line."
LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN I'M LISTENING TO BAD OMENS BY 5SOS AND IT'S AT THE BEATS AND WHILE I READ THIS, IT FITTED PERFECTLY OHMYGOD
Rafe drove fast, every rev of the engine matching the churning in your stomach perfectly. You sat there, trembling, the dread building with every mile that passed. You gripped the seatbelt so hard it felt like your entire body might go numb, and stared straight ahead, breathing shallow, trying to ignore the sting in your eyes.
i wanted to highlight this specific paragraph because i adore the writing, something about it made me feel every single atom of the scene
âWould you stop?â His voice softened for the first time, as if he was trying to reach some part of you that he thought still cared. âYou look like you havenât slept in days, like you havenât eaten anything that wasnât out of a vending machine. I know you donât want my help, but can you just stop for a second andââ âAnd what?â you interrupted. âAnd think! If you donât get in there, Iâll drag you in myself.â Your heart raced, âYou wouldnât dare.â Rafe stepped closer; his jaw set in determination. âTry me.â âYouâre not coming in." He blinked like the idea hadnât even occurred to him. âWhat?â
HE DIDN'T EXPECT THAT SHIT NO NO
âYeah, I got someone.â
that's right baby tell em
đ â ugh, something about this part has been so dynamic, in the way it's constructed, the way it flows so naturally, the way the dialogues are so emotionally-charged but bounces off one another seamlessly. it was like i was watching a perfectly-curated film, where the dialogues were performed by seasoned actors. i love love their arguments. i love how intense it always gets, how they have this push-pull against each other, this hate-love, this line they can't even comprehend nor define. and i love how you written it so beautifully, that you communicate the intensity and depth of this relationship but aggression, tension, and hurt.
LOVED YOU AT YOUR WORST - r.c series - FIVE
pairings: ex!sweethearts; rafe x thornton!reader; rafe x sofia. chapter warnings: mention of pregnancy; abortion; lack of self-care
Youâve had to make a lot of unfortunate decisions in your life.
Choosing a place for your entire family to rest for eternity, picking the caskets, the headstonesâit felt like deciding which curtains to buy for the house, except you were burying your entire close family.
After the crash, your parents were gone instantly, just like thatâno goodbyes, no warning, just there one moment and gone the next.
But your sister survived. Three days. You thought maybe that was a sign, sheâd live despite everything, and you wouldnât be left alone.
Two weeks later, the doctors told you it was time, but you couldnât accept it. You held her hand, begging her to stay, telling her every promise you could think of if she opened her eyes.
When the monitors finally went flat, you couldnât feel anything but desperation. Rafe had to pull you out of there, his arms locked around you while you kicked and screamed, sobbing and begging your sister not to go, not to leave you here.
You fought him with everything you had left, clawing, crying, pleading for just one more second. You were screaming so loud you didnât even recognize your voice. Everything good had been ripped away from your hands, there was nothing left of the world youâd known.
After that, you remember sitting in some stuffy funeral home office, skimming through catalogs and hardly seeing the pages through your tears. The caskets all looked the same, the types of wood made no difference to you, fabric linings, all of it felt so wrong.Â
None of it was a choice you should have to make.Â
It was unthinkable to be contemplating about gravestones. How could you sum up your family in limited words or dates, let alone choose a font for it?
You just picked something neutral and blank, something that didnât require thought or emotion because, by then, you had nothing left to give.Â
Now you were trapped again, caught between a rock and a hard place.
Your first thought had been telling Topper, your only real family left, but he was as much Rafeâs as he was yours, and when it came down to it, he was still his best friend. Loyal to him since they were five, and jesus knows how heâd react if he found out about this. Heâd most likely freak the fuck out and tell Rafe everything, thinking he was doing the right thing, or worse, letting it slip to Ruthie.
Ruthieâno chance youâd involve her. Sheâd just see this as another fucked up piece of gossip she could hold over your head, another way to judge or control you. She was âfriendâ only in the loosest sense of the word.
Kelce was the last person youâd consider turning to for something this serious. He has always been there, but you never got close. He was too much of an instigator, always pushing Rafe to do reckless things heâd regret later, peer pressuring him in ways that made you wonder if he even knew what loyalty meant. He had this weird loyalty to Ruthie, defending her comments as if she was some misunderstood angel when really, she was just⌠mean.
So that left Sarah.Â
It felt weird, thinking of her as the person youâd call on for something so serious, she was the only one who felt⌠safe. She wouldnât judge, wouldnât pry, sheâd seen what the worst kind of family conflict could do, and sheâd keep this private, just for you.
Itâs then you recognized how small your world was. How few people were truly yours.
You were pretty sure no one in this town would fully understand, theyâd just offer their "advice," as if they knew you, seen what youâd been through.Â
The truth was, they didnât know shit. They hadn't seen you holding your sisterâs hand, begging her to stay alive. They didnât know what it was like to bury everything that made you feel like a person, like you belonged somewhere, and have to get up the next day like nothing happened.
Nine days, you would be halfway across the country, and you needed someone. You pictured saying it out loud: âIâm pregnant", just those two words, to someoneâs face, you had no idea what to say next.
Maybe youâd tell them that it wasnât about wanting it gone out of spite or shame, but because you couldnât bring a child into a world where you felt this alone.
Earlier that morning, youâd stared down at your phone, thumb itching to click on Sarahâs name, like just pressing "call" could fix everything. You despised how needy it made you feelâreaching out, when youâd prided yourself on surviving alone.Â
You didnât have much time to ponder about it, because you were stuck at the beach cleanup.
Just like every other summer, another "social responsibility" event that your late fatherâs foundation insisted you smile through. Even back then, when they were alive, your summers were a carousel of charity galas, fundraisers, endless hours of small talk, and impeccably arranged seating charts.
The board members of the foundation probably thought it would âgroundâ youâremind you of your privilege, of your âresponsibilityâ to give back. As if a couple of hours and a few bags of garbage would somehow balance the scales. They never seemed to understand how much of it was all for show, this shallow idea that if you looked the part, no one would care to learn more.
But, still, youâd show up. You always did. Smile, make just enough small talk to appease the right people.Â
Today, it was just you, a few kids and teens dotted along the beach with oversized trash bags. It wasnât even noon, but the sun felt like it was scorching you alive. It was laughable, really, standing under this blistering sun with a cheap trash bag and an endless stretch of sand to clean.Â
Kie, who was so genuinely invested in this whole âsave the planetâ thing it was almost enviable was there too with JJ, who was running around her as usual, wearing his âIâm just here for the rideâ expression but enjoying himself. The love between them made you miss having someone who cared in ways that werenât just calculated moves.
She waved at you from the shoreline, her eyes moving to the trash bag you were barely half-filling.
You werenât friends, but if Sarah liked her, you did too.
You offered a faint smile back, tired, because between all the shit youâd been thinking about, you'd forgotten to eat, to drink anything, and every time you leaned down to grab another crumpled plastic bottle or a bit of seaweed-laden garbage, you felt like your legs were about to give out on you.Â
Every now and then, she would throw a quick, appraising glance your way, like she was expecting you to miraculously become invested in the beachâs ecosystem.
You didnât have it in you to pretend this was enjoyable today. The âeffortlessâ philanthropy your family loved was a lifestyle youâd never bought into. It didnât matter how many smiling photos of you had ended up on some charityâs social mediaâyou knew youâd rather be anywhere else.
You had to take a break every few minutes, leaning against a pier post, trying to get yourself together as a few of the younger kids gave you wary glances. You could have leftâprobably should have.
You managed a tight-lipped smile, giving a thumbs-up that said, Just doing great over here, guys!
You were in a long t-shirt, which hung over your bikini and shorts, the fabric slightly oversized, to help hide what was still a small change in your body. Paranoia was your new best friend, always worrying that someone would notice something different, even if you didnât have a noticeable bump yet.
Bending down to grab another plastic bottle, you felt a stab of nausea hit you hard, rolling up from your stomach, thick and sour, but you ignored it. Not here. Not now.
You straightened up too fast, and your vision blurred slightly, that familiar sense of vertigo hitting you. You took a shallow breath, ignoring the burn at the back of your throat, your hands shaking slightly as you adjusted the bag slung over your shoulder.
One girl looked up at you with these wide eyes kids like to pull, âAre you okay?âÂ
You smiled, brushing it off as if you werenât about two seconds away from collapsing. âOf course. Just... need a second.âÂ
The kids were watching you again, with that look of curiosity. You couldnât look them in the eye. It wasnât their fault. They just didnât understand that sometimes the grown-ups didnât know what they were doing either.Â
Just a few more bags of trash and youâd be able to get back to your car, maybe grab some water from the cooler in the trunk, sit down, and think about it.
This used to be easy, you got a weird kind of enjoyment from these cleanups, running around with your sister, making it a competition to see who could pick up the most trash, laughing until your stomachs hurt over stupid jokes about jellyfish and sunscreen. Back then, this was just one of a thousand little family traditions, one of those things that felt effortless.
Now, sweat dripped down the back of your neck, making your skin prickle uncomfortably.
Youâd long given up wiping it away, knowing that it would only come back thicker and hotter the next second. Every instinct told you to run off to the parking lot, and sit in the car with the AC blasting until your body remembered it didnât hate you.
Leaning down for one last bottle wedged in the sand, your legs wobbled and gave way beneath you. Just like that, your vision was spotty, as if someone had turned down the brightness on the entire beach, and you pitched forward.
Just as you felt yourself going down, a hand caught your arm, pulling you back up.
"Whoa, whoa, you okay?" A teenage boy, maybe sixteen, gripped your arm firmly, keeping you upright.
How much longer could they realistically expect you to go on, plastering on that sweet, dutiful smile? How much âgroundingâ could one person take?
You blinked, trying to clear the haze in your eyes, "Iâm fine. Just a little lightheaded, really, itâs fine,â you insisted, but then a shadow loomed beside you.Â
Your vision was so foggy that it took seconds for you to register it.
You looked up slowly, feeling a familiar drop in your stomach as you realized who it was.
The last time youâd been this close to him, the two of you had been screaming insults across the room, Lily having to physically step in. Sheâd forced him to leave before you two killed each other. It was a miracle you hadnât punched him then and there.
 âYou should sit down.â
It felt like a sidekick to your chest.
The sound of his voice was grinding on your nerves, and just like that you were stuck back in your dream, a real memory, leaning against him, his hand playing with a strand of your hair as he laughed at something youâd said, the two of you carefree under a golden sunset.Â
Except this was real.
Rafe was shirtless, with his board tucked under one arm, surf wax staining his fingers, and the sun glinting off his damp skin, like he was Godâs gift to the Outer Banks. His buzzed hair was dark and wet, droplets trailing down his temples and catching along his jawline. His cheeks were flushed, a little red from the heat.
You looked away, somewhere over his shoulder, anywhere but at him, refusing to let him see you in this fragile state.
âGo away. Iâm fine.â
But he didnât move.
Heâd been summoned from your absolute worst memories, catching you at your lowest when you least wanted his help. Typical.Â
âNo,â he refused firmly, with that stupid, stubborn look that made you want to throw something at his head. âIâve seen you almost fall three times now.â
âMaybe if you stopped looking at me like a creep, you wouldnât have to see me âalmost fall.â
âI wasnâtâ"
You grounded your teeth, âJust go back to surfing.â
Rafe let out a dry laugh, shaking his head as if you were the one acting crazy. âYeah, 'cause you look perfectly stable right now.â
He'd always been a master of the passive-aggressive half-sneer, the art of making you feel like everyone else was imposing on his day, no matter the situation.
âDonât act like you care.â you snapped, voice carrying over the sand, earning a few glances from nearby kids.
He ran a hand over his face, looking around as if he didnât want to be there any more than you did, mouth pressed into a tight line. You wanted to scream that this was his fault too, that every choice heâd made led to you standing here alone, exhausted, and terrified.
âWater would help, yâknowâ, his tone just shy of patronizing âYou canât go around dehydrating yourself just to make a point.â
âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?â
Your fingers twitched with the urge to send him stumbling to the other side of the beach, you knew that any sudden movement would make you light-headed again, and the last thing you wanted was to give him more proof of your weakness.
The kidâstill standing there, eyes wide and darting between you bothâlooked like he was watching a reality TV show when Kiara appeared at your side.
âLetâs not do this here,â she begged under her breath, handing you a bottle of water sheâd brought over, a kindness you didnât want but couldnât reject. âJust sit down for a second, please?â
JJ followed, always with that air of easygoing nonchalance, but his eyes were serious as he glanced from you to Rafe.
âSheâs right. Just take a second, yeah?â He looked over at Rafe, âMaybe you should leave,â he said pointedly.
âMaybe you should mind your fuckinâ business Maybank.â
âLook, uh,â the kid stammered, knowing he could get caught in the crossfire. âIâll⌠Iâll go see if anyone needs help further down the beachâŚâ
You waved him off, your focus still locked on Rafe as the kid all but bolted away, you didnât want anyone to think they had to ârescueâ you.
You tried to take a step back, but the little strength you had in you disappeared as you felt your knees wobble.
"Jesus," you heard him groan, and then his hands were on your arms, board on the sand, holding you as you stumbled. "I told you to sit down."
You shook his hands off, "Donât tell me what to do.â
It was hard to believe the two of you had once burned hotter than any bonfire, two people who got under each otherâs skin, in love, and in hate.
He let out an exasperated sigh while you took a sip from the water Kiara handed you, ignoring how your hands were still shaking around the bottle.Â
She spoke again, trying to be the voice of reason, "Weâre here to help the community, remember?"
JJ smirked, "Yeah, think the sea turtles are rooting for yâall to work out your issues somewhere else.â
You ignored his joke, keeping your eyes on Rafe, your pride and stubbornness refusing to let him win, âIâm fine.â
âYeah?â
He looked you over, his gaze fixed to your warm cheeks and the dewy sheen across your temple, âYou look real fine, donât you?â He didnât even try to cloak his sarcasm.
God, he could be so exasperating.
He couldnât understand. How could he even think he could look at you now and know anything about who you were? Standing there, with that stupid board and that look, like he couldnât imagine anything bothering him as much as this seemed to be bothering you.
As if he hadnât already ruined you in so many ways that felt impossible to get over.Â
âDonât you have something better to do?âÂ
âOh, believe me, I do,â he drawled, his eyes trailing from the waves back to you.Â
You were tired of this game, of fighting him every time he showed up only to leave you feeling even emptier than before.
Your fists clenched, and you opened your mouth to hurl something back, but the dizziness hit you again. Before you could compose yourself, Rafeâs arm wrapped around your waist, strong and frustratingly secure, holding you upright with an ease that made your skin crawl.
He had seen you at your weakest, had been there at the hospital after the accident, keeping you together when you were certain youâd break.Â
Yet, here you were, in a sick way, back in his arms, all broken apart.
âThatâs it. Iâm taking you to the hospital.â
âI hate to say it, but heâs right,â JJ chimed in, hand shielding his eyes from the sun.
The world alone had all kinds of alarms going off in your brain. You fought back instinctively, your hands pushing at his chest, freeing your arm.Â
âI told you, Iâm fine.â
He let go, but he didnât back away.
Instead, he narrowed his eyes, âYou think I donât know what fine looks like? I was there.â
He was there. And you didnât want to be reminded of it, not in front of other people.Â
He meant the exhaustion and hunger pains youâd welcomed after your family was gone, embraced even, because it meant you wouldnât have to feel anything else.
Youâd wanted to disappear, and heâd been thereâdragging you back, forcing you to drink water and swallow bites of food, even when you pushed him away. Heâd seen you at your absolute lowest, where you didnât care if you made it through the day.Â
The thought of the hospital, tests, questions, you fought it, but your vision was already blurring.
You couldnât let him find out about the baby.Â
Your breathing felt tighter, each shallow breath only making the spinning worse, you could sense your body giving in to the exhaustion
âShit,â you heard him curse, sounding distant now like he was farther away.Â
You felt yourself sway as if the ground was opening beneath you, there was a ringing in your ears that made his voice sound muffled but you still felt his arms catching you again, holding you upright before you fell.
Waking up in a moving vehicle was like emerging from a nightmare, except somehow, this was worse, because you were no longer at the beach.Â
You blinked hard, desperate to wipe the fogginess in your eyes and when it did go away, you realized who was behind the wheel.Â
Rafe.Â
Your heart poundedâyour desperation to keep the baby a secret, how you almost passed out at the beach, and the fact that now he was most likely driving you to the hospital.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you practically screamed, your voice hoarse from the lack of water.
He didnât spare you a glance, âYou passed out, genius. Iâm taking you to the hospital.â
Your whole body went rigid. âAre you insane?â
âMe?â He scoffed, as he kept his focus on the road. âYou practically ate sand back there. Youâre not fine.â
âTurn the car around. Iâll call my driver and be fine.â You huffed like he was too dumb to understand. âI donât need your help.â
He let out a dry laugh, still not looking at you.Â
âYeah. Youâre out of your mind if you think Iâm letting you out of this car right now.â
âRafe, Iâm not kidding,â you warned, louder this time. âStop. The. Car.â
He gave you a sideways glance, his grip on the wheel tightening.
âNot happening.â
Your heart hammered as you realized he wasnât going to back down, you were driven by sheer desperation.
âFine, then Iâll do it myself." you muttered, reaching for the door handle.Â
Anything to get out of this suffocating car before he dragged you all the way to the ER and they found out you were pregnantâwith his baby, no less.
His eyes widened, finally snapping from the road to your hand on the handle.
âAre you crazy? Get your hand off that, Iâm fuckin' serious.â
You yanked at it anyway, twisting the handle and pulling with spiteful defiance, and Rafeâs expression went from annoyed to full-on rage. He swerved the car to the side of the road, tires skidding as he slammed the brakes and practically threw the car into park.
Before he could even stop fully, you flung the door open and stumbled out, sandals sinking into the gravel as you stalked away.
You didnât get more than a few feet, he was already bolting after you.
âOh, for fuckâs sake,â you muttered, digging your nails into your palms.Â
How the hell had it come to this? You were stuck here, pregnant with his child, and he played the reluctant hero like you needed him swooping in to save you.
Rafe reached you in two strides, his fingers were digging into his forehead, pointing at it with exasperation imprinted into every corner of his face.Â
âAre you out of your fuckin' mind?â He sounded like he was talking to some unruly child.
And the worst part? You could see that frustration in his eyes, the same look he used to give you when heâd reached his limit with you.
You wondered if he ever got to that point with Sofia.
What would he do if she was the one almost fainting? Would he still look like she was some colossal burden, or would he soften, maybe even smile as he fussed over her, acting like he wanted to help?
You hated yourself for caring at all.
Sofiaâthe one who looked like she'd been ripped off from some perfect postcard, all wide-eyed sweetness and gentle smiles. She probably never challenged him, snapped back, or made him want to pull his hair out.
There was no way heâd look at her like she was a mess, someone he just had to âdeal with.â He likely saw her as easy, perfect, all soft and sweet words, everything you werenât.
This wasnât who you wanted to be, and yet here you were, stumbling around half-dead and pregnant with his child.
âIâm sorry, am I bothering you?â You spat the words, watching his jaw clench tighter.Â
He exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes.Â
âUnbelievable. Only you could take me trying to help and turn it into this.â
You were done. You were done with the memories, with the torment of seeing him be something better for someone else.Â
âHelp?â You laughed bitterly, the anger engulfing you so hard it felt as if it choking you. âYou think this is help? That I need you, of all people?â
He took a step back, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âI'm trying to help."
You hated how calm he was, how rational he sounded.
It was maddening when all you wanted was for him to get angry, to let that icy surface crack, to give you even a glimpse of something real, something that wasnât just irritation or sarcasm.
You wanted proof that he still was affected by you, that this was the same guy who used to be everything, whoâd promised you everything.
But you swallowed it down, straightening up, because there was no way in hell, youâd let him see even a hint of weakness.
âTrust me,â you shot back, âIâll be just fine without you.â
He raised an eyebrow, a bitter smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, âGet in the car.â
âNo,â you said, firm and unyielding, every inch of you screaming that you wouldnât let him decide anything for you ever again.
âFine. Have it your way.â
In one swift move, he reached out, his hands gripping your arms with enough pressure to pull you forward, lifting you clean off your feet. Your breath caught in a furious gasp as he practically dragged you back to the car, his fingers warm against your skin, like you were just a mild convenience.Â
âPut me down!âÂ
You struggled against his hold, jabbing at his chest with what little strength you could muster, but he didnât even flinch, didnât so much as hesitate.Â
âRafe, I swearââ
He opened the passenger door with one hand, keeping a firm grip on you with the other, before finally setting you downânot gentlyâonto the seat. Without meaning to, tears began falling as you struggled against his hands. You could feel them wetting your cheeks, your voice was breaking, jumping to distress as you tried to twist out of his hold, feeling so small under his unrelenting strength.
He almost knelt in front of you, reaching for the seat belt with one hand, while his other remained firmly on your shoulder, holding you still. You felt trapped, impresioned as you tried to turn in every direction, hands weakly pushing him back, but he caught them effortlessly.
âStop!â you meekly choked out, failing to shove him, the words coming out shameful.
You could feel your heart breaking all over again.
You hated that he was seeing you like this, how he dared to act like you needed himâit made your skin crawl. You hated that he could do this, like he had any right like youâd ever wanted him involved in this part of your life, let alone now.
This was a version of you only Rafe could bring out.
You glared up at him, practically shaking with rage as Rafe ignored your protests like you were nothing more than a child throwing a fit.Â
âGet your hands off me.â
His jaw tightened, ignoring the flailing punches and slaps grazing him, and you couldnât stop the sob that escaped, loud and ugly.
âIâm not letting you kill yourself out of spite.â
Your chest hurt like youâd been run over a hundred timesâit felt suffocating. âI hate you.â
For the first time, you thought he might actually leave you here.Â
His fingers stopped as if your words had made an impact, his lips pressed into a thin line. Your vision blurred as he leaned in, his touch hovering as if to wipe away the tear running down your cheek, but he didnât, instead, he closed his hand into a fist and drew back, his face just inches from yours.Â
A faint, humorless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he clicked the seatbelt into place. He made a low humming noise, that thing he did when he was getting ready to make someone feel two inches tall.Â
 "Yeah? Get in line."
Without another word, he pulled back, slamming the door shut, and walking around to the driverâs side.
You wiped at your cheeks, furious that heâd seen you like this, that he had the power to break you down. It was humiliating, sitting here in his car, every part of your body screaming to escape.Â
He got in, started the engine, neither of you spoke.
Rafe drove fast, every rev of the engine matching the churning in your stomach perfectly. You sat there, trembling, the dread building with every mile that passed. You gripped the seatbelt so hard it felt like your entire body might go numb, and stared straight ahead, breathing shallow, trying to ignore the sting in your eyes.
You bit back another wave of nausea. Weakness.
Youâd already shown him too much.Â
You didnât need a lecture from some doctor on how you âshouldâve taken better care of yourself", let alone with Rafe there, watching, scrutinizing, acting like this was his business when heâd made it clear long ago that it wasnât. He was in your space in the worst way, reopening all the wounds.
You were seething. He had no right to do this.
The thought made you want to drop deadâdoctor would walk in, casually drop the news about the baby, and you'd be left watching his reaction in real time.
You looked at the entrance to the ER. The vision of anyone running tests, of some well-meaning nurse, coming in and spilling everything about the baby in front of himâno way. You wouldnât let that happen.
He wasted no time getting out, moving around to your side, while you sat rigidly, staring straight ahead. His hand was already on the door, yanking it open, looking down at you like he was ready to drag you inside if he had to.
You werenât moving. You knew the second you stepped inside, it would be over.Â
âCâmon,â Rafe pressed, his hand outstretched, hovering there like he thought he could compel you to listen. âStop being so stubborn.â
You crossed your arms over your stomach, refusing to meet his eyes.
âIâm not going in.â
Rafe let out a sigh, nearing his limit, and knelt down to your level.
âLook, you passed out. Iâm not leaving until you get checked out.â
âYouâre gonna be here for a while then.â
âWould you stop?â His voice softened for the first time, as if he was trying to reach some part of you that he thought still cared. âYou look like you havenât slept in days, like you havenât eaten anything that wasnât out of a vending machine. I know you donât want my help, but can you just stop for a second andââ
âAnd what?â you interrupted.
âAnd think! If you donât get in there, Iâll drag you in myself.â
Your heart raced, âYou wouldnât dare.â
Rafe stepped closer; his jaw set in determination. âTry me.â
âYouâre not coming in."
He blinked like the idea hadnât even occurred to him. âWhat?â
Maybe he was seeing the protection youâd built up around yourself since he left, how there was no longer any crack left open for him to slip through.
âI donât need you. I donât want you in there.â
âFine.â His tone was clipped, restrained. âBut Iâll be right here.â
You slammed the door shut behind you, not letting him your legs still shaking. Youâd rather collapse face-first into the concrete than give him the satisfaction of listening to him.Â
âYeah, you do that,â you replied, turning and walking toward the entrance, refusing to look back.
Stepping inside, you felt a slight tremor run through youâpart relief, part panic. The lights were too bright, almost white. Your heart wobbled, replaying how heâd been such a fucking asshole to you.
Youâd forgotten how mean he could be, how easily he could go from angry to something so frigid it made you want to cry yourself to sleep.
âHi there,â The receptionist greeted, her eyes moving over you with a professional once-over, âWhat brings you in today?â
You forced a small smile, knowing she wouldnât buy it.
âJustâŚgot a little dehydrated, thatâs all.â
âOkayâŚletâs just get some basic information.â She clicked into her computer, her fingers poised over the keyboard. âName?â
You cleared your throat, rattling off your full name, she nodded, typing it in.
âHave you experienced any other symptoms besides dizziness?â
âNothing serious,â you replied, dismissively. âItâs just the heat, like I said. I just need some water and Iâll be good as new.â
This had to be a fucking nightmare you got sucked in, you could sense your blood pressure spike.
She tapped her screen and glanced back at you.
âAlright, Miss Thornton, it looks like weâll just need a few quick details here to get you all checked in. Can I start with your insurance provider?â
A chuckle almost slipped out of you. InsuranceâGod, you were fine with insurance. What you werenât okay with was everything else. You answered, âBlue Cross.â
She asked for your birthdate, which you gave on autopilot, hoping sheâd skip any weird or invasive questions. âAny allergies?â
You shook your head. Please, just let this be over.Â
âItâs really not a big deal,â You blurted out, giving her a thin smile and forcing calm into your voice. âI just need the IV. You know, standard stuff.â
âOf course, dear. Weâll get things started, it will include routine tests, like bloodwork, just to be safe.â
Bloodwork. Perfect. You were doing everything you could to keep from falling into that spiraling panic mode.Â
Please, just get me in, get me out, and donât find anything.
âJust head down to Room 12.â
All you could think was that you wanted this to be overâbefore the whole town, or worse, he, found out. It made you want to scream. He was the last person who should be outside.
This was his fault. Youâd never be here if he hadnât shown up.
The next hour passed in secondsâquestions, forms, an IV drip.
Theyâd done blood work, too, but youâd sighed in relief when theyâd told you the results wouldnât be ready immediately. As far as they knew, youâd just overdone it, and now, as you lay on a cot in a room that reeked of sick people, all theyâd prescribed was rest, hydration, and food.
When the nurse asked if anyone could pick you up, the thought of calling someone, asking them to see you like this, made you delirious. You didnât need anyone; you were perfectly fine on your own.
But you also didnât want Rafe and his delusional ass to barge through the doors.
The nurse moved around you awkwardly, eyes still expectant, as if you were just a button away from a reliable âsomeoneâ to come running.
You looked at her, controlling the compulsion to yell. Little people ever bothered to check on you, to show up for more than just the drama or gossip.
Out of them, only one face bounced around in your head.
âYeah, I got someone.â
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greedy for love. â nicholas a. chavez
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"i can't", she cried out, eyes closing involuntarily as nicholas towered over her, long fingers disappearing into her cunt over and over again.
and she could barely take it. her back arched into his hard chest, one of his big hands holding her leg up to rest against his upper thigh.
"need to get you nice and ready for me, yeah?" nicholas murmured and thrusted his hand upwards, y/n's walls tight and wet around him. his fingers curled inside of her, causing her to cry out, head lulling back to rest against the wall as her vision went white. y/n tugged at his shirt, silently begging for more, and he tutted quietly, slowing his movements, the palm of his hand pressing against her clit with purpose. "do you think you deserve to cum, doll?" he asked, spreading his fingers against her walls, and she wailed, the line between pleasure and pain blurring with every passing second. y/n nodded her head, eyes snapping open to look at him, his eyes dark and dangerous as he towered over her.
"'been so good for you, nick", she cried out as he removed his fingers, licking them clean, groan leaving his mouth at the sweet taste of her.
"i know you were. but i want you on my cock, okay?" nicholas unbuttoned his pants in a second and they fell on the floor along with his boxers. cock leaking and ready, and y/n whined desperately, eyes widening at the size of him. no matter how many times they had sex, his size never failed to impress her.
nicholas was quick to lift her up with one arm, her back tight against the wall as he guided his cock to her cunt. they both moaned as he swiped his tip along y/n's puffy clit, teasing her entrance in the process. she whined, hips wriggling as she tried to lower herself onto his cock.
"beg for it." he simply said, smirk appearing on his face at her desperation, taking in the sight before him. he dipped into her, only the tip, the stretch making her lightheaded.
"nick, please", she cried out, clinging to his arms, the line between pain and pleasure blurring, tears brimming in her eyes. "i can't-"
"oh yes, you fucking can, baby", he chuckled darkly, the tightness of her cunt on his thick tip making it hard to control himself. she cried out, and nicholas was quick to put his hand on her mouth to shut her down. there was no need for him to hold her up anymore; she was pressed against the wall behind her, his body pinning her own tightly.
"so fucking tight", he hissed through gritted teeth, and pushed his hips forward; only half of him was inside of her, but she felt so full already. her eyes rolled back, the sensation of his big hand on her face making the experience even more pleasurable. her nails were scratching on his hard, muscular chest, drawing blood in the process. "this pretty little pussy was made for my cock, yeah?".
she tried to nod, but the sensation of his cock throbbing inside of her made it hard for her to breathe, any thought leaving her head. his hips snapped forward once more, burying his cock fully into her tight pussy, and his head fell back at the feeling. she squeezed him so hard, and she was so wet and welcoming; he grinded his hips against hers, and smirked when she let out a squeal.
"nick, i- you're so big", she hiccuped, body trying to adapt to his cock filling her. "'s too much, baby, please".
she had no idea what she was asking for; whether she wanted him to stop or to fuck her raw. nicholas grinned; hand leaving her mouth as he took a tight hold on her hips, beginning to move his hips; thrusting slowly but steadily, making sure she could feel all of him with his every move.
"you always take me so good, doll", he praised, and she shivered, eyes rolling back into her head when his tip kissed her g-spot over and over again. "i fucking love your tight little pussy. squeezin' me so well", he groaned, the veins in his arms popping out when he tried to hold her still. you moaned, eyes snapping open when he sped up, obscene sounds of his skin meeting hers echoing through the bathroom. nicholas' hands travelled up her body, tracing over her curves delicately â a contrast to his rough and deep thrusts. they met her lower stomach, and he could feel the slight bulge when he forced his cock into her. "feel that, baby?", he asked, pressing on it; causing his cock to slip out of her cunt. she whined, hands finding his arms, tracing over the muscles there; the feeling of his soft skin under her fingertips made her let out a moan. "feel how deep i'm inside you? fuck, i'm practically ruining you", he rasped, voice desperate, any ounce of self control leaving his body. she nodded, meeting his dark eyes as his hand found her neck. he pressed on it tightly, and she tried to gasp; not a sound left her mouth as he cut her airflow. he groaned, thrusts going erratic as he felt his orgasm nearing. she closed her eyes, the band in her stomach ready to snap anytime now â but before she could fall over the edge, she felt nicholas' hand slapping her cheek, his thrusts slowing.
she moaned at the sting on her cheek. "look at me. if you wanna cum, you gotta keep those pretty eyes of yours on me, alright?", he asked, hair falling onto his flushed face, and y/n nodded, unable to speak with one of his hands still around her throat.
"i'm gonna fill you up like a whore", he groaned, letting go of her neck; she gasped for air, clinging on to him when he sped up again.
his hands landed on her ass, spanking it every now and then; then kneading the burning skin there soothingly.
his thrusts became sloppy and imprecise as he felt himself getting close. "beg for my cum, bitch", he inhaled sharply as she arched her back, the slight change of angle making her see stars.
"nick, please- fuck, cum inside me. i fucking need it, so bad", she cried out, and he hummed, satisfied.
"cum with me, doll", he kneaded the skin of her boobs teasingly, lowering his head to catch her lips with his own.
nicholas tugged at her nipple roughly, and that did it for her. she cried out into his mouth, not caring about the award show going on behind the bathroom doors anymore; her orgasm washing over her, whole body shaking as she clenched around him, hard.
he groaned, the tightness of her cunt making it almost impossible for him to move; his hips grinded against her own, his mind going blank as he shot his load deep inside her womb.
"fuck, yes, take it all", he hissed, head falling against her shoulder as he came down from his high. she wrapped her legs and arms around him as he thrusted into her lazily, making sure not a drop of his cum left her pussy.
"good girl. you did so good for me", he cooed, pressing a soft kiss against her shoulder, chuckle leaving his mouth at the sight of her messy hair and makeup.
she snuggled into his chest, forgetting that they were on an award ceremony; for a second it was just them, no flashing lights of the cameras, no loud music and no judging eyes. nicholas smiled at the thought, pressing a loving kiss onto the girl's forehead.
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When Eight Becomes Nine - Chapter Sixteen
This chapter was fun to write honestly, besides the angst, but we do get to talk about some of the problem's y/n is having, even if it's not all of them. That will come later, with some more persuasive talks from other members.
Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader Summary: Y/n's point of view after the events of last chapter, plus some sweet moments to make everything better wc: 2.4k AU: a/b/o Genre: Fluff/Angst/Suggestive warnings: panicking, realization of feelings, talks about emotions, feeling like an intruder, feeling like you don't belong, sad y/n, admitting to being a lil delulu (the good kind), smutty thoughts (like two/three lines about it, no actual sex here), Jongho being a lil shit, Wooyoung being Wooyoung, discussions about hiding feelings, Hongjoong maybe being a lil upset, masterlist
Y/n rushed into her new room, shutting the door behind her before sliding down to sit against it on the floor. She didnât know how to process everything that had just happened, nor her own feelings that she had slowly started to realize. She couldnât believe it took this to happen for her to realize her own feelings, or how she had felt about Ateez as a fan, to affect her this much now that she had become one of them.
She realized that her feelings more than likely were just superficial, only based on how she knew them through the eyes of a fan of the group, but it still was hard to deal with them because of how quickly her world has changed, but she didnât want to make things weird for herself or the others. She sat there, trying to get her breathing under control while also decidedly ignoring the other thought that plagued her mind, as y/n rested her head against the door.
She wasnât sure how long had passed when she heard a knock on her door. âY/n-ah, are you in there?â She heard through the door, recognizing Yeosangâs voice.
Y/n didnât answer him at first, only responding once the idol repeated his question. âWhat is it, Yeosang?â she asked him through the door.
âAre you okay? Can I come in?â He asked her, his voice soft.
She couldnât find it in herself to answer him right away, knowing that if she answered him right then, she wouldnât be able to hold back any tears. She was touched that he would come and check on her, though she wasnât surprised considering every interaction she had had with the alpha up to this moment. He had been nothing but kind to her, and she was grateful for that.
She decided, after a moment of thinking, that it wouldnât be a bad idea to let Yeosang in. And so she climbed to her feet, before turning around and opening the door just a tiny bit, peeking around the door to find the alpha outside, as she opened the door to allow him entrance. She walked over to the bed that had been placed in the room, sitting down on it as Yeosang closed the door behind himself before walking over and sitting on the bed as well. He kept a bit of distance, letting y/n have her space. The omega was thankful for that, not up to being so close to him right now.
Yeosang broke the silence, âWhy did you leave the living room so abruptly?â He questioned you.
âI felt like I was intruding,â you said, telling a partial truth.
âIntruding on what?â He said, trying to figure out why exactly y/n felt that way.
âOn the moment between Hongjoong-oppa and Jongho,â she admitted, looking down at her hands.
âWhat exactly happened? I didnât wake up until you jostled me awake,â Yeosang said, trying to get to the bottom of it all.
Y/n took a deep breath, still looking down, as she explained, âI woke up to find Hongjoong-oppa and Jongho kissing right next to me. I didnât process what was going on at first, and then when I realized, I felt I was intruding on them, on their moment together.â
Yeosang finally understood, and now that she explained that, he knew at least somewhat how she was feeling. Because he had felt that way at times, early on in their idol days, not long after they had formed their pack. And he also knew that while fans speculated on their exact relationships with each other, they had been very determined to keep this side of their pack away from the public and their fans. So for y/n, this must have been a lot, on top of what had already gone on earlier in the day. And now he could help.
âIf they didnât want anyone to see them kissing, they wouldnât have done it right next to you. And remember now, youâre a part of Ateez, so youâre one of us, and that means weâll act like ourselves around you, not our idol selves. Hongjoong-hyung trusts you if he kissed Jongho-yah in front of you, even if you were asleep at the start. He knew you could have woken up at any moment, and he took that risk, because he trusts you,â Yeosang explained to her, reaching out to grab her hands gently, holding them like she was something precious.
âY/n-ah,â he called out to her, trying to get the omega to look at him, âI know how youâre feeling right now.â
This caused her head to shoot up, looking right at the alpha. âYou do?â She asked him.
The alpha nodded, âI do,â he said, looking at her straight in the eyes, âbecause I felt that way when Ateez first became a pack.â
âBut everyone in the group adores you,â Y/n said, having a hard time reconciling that Yeosang felt that way.
âThey do, but at the time, I felt like I was intruding on so many moments between the others, particularly Jongho with either Seonghwa or Hongjoong-hyungs, and Sannie and Wooyoungie. I somehow felt like I was the odd one out, the one intruding on moments they should have had alone,â he took a breath before continuing, âI felt like you had, because I hadnât really found my place in the pack, and in the group. So itâs okay to feel like that, itâs valid to feel like that. But you will realize that youâll be a part of those moments, and that as you find your own place in our crazy group, youâll find that our members wonât treat you like youâre intruding.â
Yeosang squeezed her hands gently, trying to comfort and reassure her that it was okay. Before he could say anymore, someone knocked on the door.
âY/n-ah, Sangie, can we come in?â Sanâs voice came through the door.
Yeosang looked at y/n, waiting for her decision, and when she nodded at him, he called out to the two betas to enter. They did, and when they saw the omega, they smiled sadly, seeing her troubles clearly spelled out on her face. They came to sit on the floor in front of where she and Yeosang were sitting on her bed, though they made sure to give her some distance, so as to not overcrowd her. That was the last thing they wanted to do.Â
She tried to smile down at them, but it didnât fully reach her eyes. Yeosangâs words had helped calm her down, and comforted her, but she still wasnât sure what to do with her feelings, those feelings from when she was just a fan and being delulu over the men in front of her. She had to get rid of them, there was no way around that. They were a fully mated pack, who were with each other, as she saw with Hongjoong and the maknae.
San reached out slowly, giving her time to pull away or tell him no, before he rested a hand on her knee. âWhy are you still troubled? Did our Sangie not help?â He asked her, getting a yell and slap from the aforementioned alpha.
This got the omega to giggle, âYeosang-ssi helped, I promise. Iâm just still a bit troubled but I worry that you will think Iâm weird for what Iâm struggling with,â she explained to the trio.
âYou donât have to tell us if you donât have to, but Iâve heard lots of weird things from the hyungs, so I doubt anything you could say would be weirder than they already are,â Jongho said, getting pushback from the two older men.
She giggled yet again, the boysâ joking around getting her to loosen up once again. The trio looked at each other while she laughed, sharing happy looks that they were helping her feel better.
âNow, ya feel up to telling us what made you run out of the living room?â San asked her, as Yeosang gently squeezed her hands again.
She nodded, taking a deep breath before starting to talk. âIâm pretty sure you all know by now that I am, was? an Atiny before I became a part of Ateez. And well, I was definitely a delulu fan, but not sasaengy,â she explained, before mumbling the next part, âAnd I have had many thoughts about you all in romantic and not so romantic ways.â
âWhat did you say?â Jongho asked, hearing what she had said, but being a bit of a little shit to get her to say it again.
Y/n blushed before quickly rushing through her sentence again, and Jongho laughed, knowing she felt embarrassed about what she said, but she has no worries about it. They wouldnât be mean about it, since they know fans feel this way, and itâs natural. Though, that doesnât mean he wouldnât tease her about it.
âI didnât understand you, could you say it slower, y/n-ah?â Yeosang asked her, not hearing her words despite sitting next to her.
She really didnât want to repeat it a third time, she feared sheâd combust if she had to. However, unluckily for her, or maybe luckily, Jongho decided to tell them what she said.
âSheâs thought about fucking us, hyungs,â Jongho said, âand maybe kissing us too, before and after we fucked her.â
The omegaâs head snapped to look at Jongho, mortification clear on her face as she processed what the maknae had said. On the other hand, San and Yeosang blushed at Jonghoâs words, before San chuckled.
âYou thought that weâd find you weird for having those kinds of thoughts?â San asked.
Y/n nodded, looking away from everyone now. She couldnât bear to look at them.
âWe wouldnât laugh at you for feeling that way, we know fans feel and think like that.â Yeosang said, reassuring her that itâs valid to feel that way.
âWhat Sangie said. Plus, itâs only been a couple days, so it makes sense that those thoughts and feelings havenât changed,â San continued where Yeosang left off.
âThough I wonder how youâve thought of us fucking you,â Jongho said, his voice gaining a sultry tone that she wasnât prepared for, as the beta leaned closer, his hands landing on her thighs, over her pants. Though to y/n, the feeling of his hands on her felt like a tiny time bomb, one tiny movement from him and it would spark a fire inside of her.
Before the youngest beta could do anything more, he was pulled back by San, who was scolding him for his actions.
âWhat do you think youâre doing, you little shit?â San said to Jongho, and that was the only thing she could make out, the rest being very fast-paced Korean, too fast for you to pick up on, at least right now.
âLetâs leave them alone, shall we?â Yeosang suggested, to which she nodded, allowing the alpha to lead her out of her room, reminding the two to not cause any damage, or theyâd have to answer to Hongjoong.
Yeosang led her back down the hall to the living room, where they found the two tallest members and Wooyoung. The trio was cuddling on the couch, but Wooyoung leapt to his feet as he saw them come in.
âBABY OMEGA,â he shouted, nearly tackling her to the ground.Â
Thankfully, Yeosang kept that from happening, though Wooyoung still clung to her like he hadnât seen her in months, instead of maybe an hour. He checked her out for any injuries or anything else he could smell, but besides smelling that she was embarrassed, he couldnât find anything physically wrong with her. Pulling her out of the alphaâs hold, he brought the both of them over to his spot between the two giant alphas.
âCuddle us. Now.â The male omega demanded, though they both checked in with y/n that she was okay with it, before they did so. Their arms wrapped around the two omegas, keeping them in between the duo as the alphas let out calming scents, trying to temper Wooyoungâs excitement, knowing that itâs led to injuries before, both for the omega and others.Â
It worked, as it most always did, and soon enough, the two omegas, both tired from the dayâs activities, had once again fallen asleep.Â
An hour or so later, Seonghwa and Hongjoong had ventured out into the living room, finding the five there, with San and Jongho still missing. The two omegas still sleeping peacefully between the large alphas, as the three others quietly chatted.
âIs she okay?â Seonghwa asked, garnering the trioâs attention.
Yeosang answered, âSheâs okay, I believe. She explained why she ran out, and maybe why she was sad earlier,â he said, having been informed on the last part by the two other alphas, as he had missed that information.
âWhat happened?â Hongjoong spoke up, curious.
âShe felt as if she was intruding on your and Jonghoâs moment together, and then having some trouble reconciling her feelings as a fan, and feeling embarrassed about still having them even now,â Yeosang answered the pack alpha.
Hongjoongâs eyebrowâs furrowed, âThat doesnât make sense, well not fully. It makes sense for why she ran, but not for why she felt sad earlier. I think sheâs holding something back, and I think we need to find out why,â he said, looking at Seonghwa while saying the last part.
Seonghwa nodded before replying, âBut for now, letâs let her rest. She deserves it. And we can talk to her later, Joong-ah.â
âFine,â Hongjoong said, before moving over to sit on the other side of Mingi, while Seonghwa took Yeosangâs place as the younger alpha stood up.
âIâm going to look for our betas, and find out what theyâre up to,â he said, âI told them not to ruin y/nâs room before we left them.â
Yeosang disappeared down the hall, leaving the six of them alone in the living room, where silence quickly came down around them, as they relished in the peace and quiet. These moments were precious, and what was even more precious than that, was the two youngest omegas sleeping in each otherâs embrace, smiles on their faces as they dreamed.
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Okay um, I wasnât kidding about being Mentally Unwell about First Aid and his dumb little socks so I wanted to say thank you for making that and also as soon as I saw it I whipped this up real quick. SoâŚ
It was your turn to bring back dinner. You knew when the barkeep already had your plates waiting that you were the last one home this time. A simple but hardy arrangement of stew, bread, and ale you take the tray up to your room.
With a little bit of finagling you manage to swing the door open. Odd, you think, that First Aid isnât there to help, he doesnât even say hello.
You find him in front of the fire. Your fingers dig into the tray, pressing so hard youâre sure youâre going to tear the wooden thing asunder.
Heâs spread out in front of the fire, the orange glow casting across his bare skin, and there was far more of that than usual. Heâd stripped out of his trousers, down to his underwear and socks, ribbons still wrapped taut around his calves, and shirt unbuttoned barely clinging onto his shoulders, and surprisingly, his headgear remained on.
Itâs a sensual combination that only through sheer will, determination and one more thing that keeps you from dumping dinner and lunging for him.
Far more than just lust, itâs the realization of just how beautiful he is in that moment. You wish you had a portrait of it. Unaware, caught in a moment of peace, it sends your heart fluttering. Seeing him so open, so comfortable, so vulnerable, waiting for you in your shared roomâItâs a moment of domestic bliss that warms your soul, spreading from your chest through every vein down to your tippy toes.
It makes you crave a lifetime of this moment, frozen in time here with him in your tiny room in some ramshackle inn sharing meals together in front of a fire forever.
Something snaps him out of his reverie, his eyes catch yours, and the moment is gone.
âOh! Oh Dear!â He scrambles up. âGive me a second and Iâll get that for you!â You laugh, brushing him off and set the tray down. He looks absolutely ridiculous standing up now half dressed in the strangest combination of clothes to be half dressed inâridiculous, and beautiful.
He eyes you strangely though the tips of his very pointed ears are turning pink and you can see a hint of that same shade just above the line of his mask.
âWhat?â He asks you, suspicious.
âWhat?â You echo back.
âWhy are you grinning like that?â
Your grin widens.
âIâm only thinking.â
You step closer to him, your arms slipping under his shirt, wrapping around his waist, your thumb rubs along the bare skin youâd been yearning for moments before. That little edge of skepticism fades from his eyes, outshone by his curiosity as he steps further into your embrace, wrapping around you in kind.
âAbout what?â
âBecoming a powerful wizard.â First Aid laughs.
âWhy a wizard?â
âA powerful wizard. I would need to be one to stop time.â Such a sweet sport, he plays along with only a skeptical brow raise.
âOh? And why would you need to do that.â
You carefully pluck the glasses off his face, setting them aside your cooling meals to press your forehead to his.
âMy world domination plans of course.â
Itâs not hard to see him roll his eyes from here. Maybe youâll tell him the real reason after dinner, or maybe you wonât. You donât need to. After all, that moment may be gone for now, but you have a lifetime more of opportunities.
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anyway my reasoning for aid's hat being on even though his boobs are out
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I love you, I'm sorry - [Agathario]
Summary: shameless Agathario fix-it-fic because I cannot stand how Marvel left them.
word count: 1.4k
warnings: loss of a child, regret, death (not explicit)
The idea that death might ever come for her without the sweet face of the woman sheâd loved for centuries was enough to turn her ancient, iron stomach. How could she ever succumb to the end looking into anything but the eyes she came to know as her sons? Nicky had looked like Agatha, itâs true, but those eyes were Rioâs, and so too had been the tip of his nose which she kissed every night.Â
...
"I never wanted to take him from you,"
"You didn't, he was never mine to keep,"
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Whether the wind whipping around them had calmed or Agatha had simply ceased to notice it she did not know.Â
No, Agatha thought. It was all wrong.Â
Rio was right, she wasnât mad at her, possibly never had been. And as the guilt and shame settled in her chest, she cursed the time theyâd lost with each other, with Nicky. Why donât you want me? Rio had asked. Why? She couldnât face him. Her baby deserved a mother better than she, one who wouldnât muddy his innocence with her fear of being betrayed. Though she would abhor forever what her coven had done to her, Nicky deserved softness. Agatha cringed at the thought of her sonâs last day, cringed again upon remembering what sheâd said to Rio on the road. How could she have said that? You took. It was Rio that had given her their son to begin with, with whom she had made that beautiful boy from scratch. How could she have been so cavalier with her words, as if Rio had not had to take their son from the arms of his sleeping mother? They both loved Nicky, but no one in the world loved Agatha like Rio did. Her sobs the morning she awoke cradling Nickyâs lifeless body rattled around inside her head like the echo of a tolling bell, though now she thought of Rio. Had Rio heard her cries? Had the sound ripped the black, beating heart clean from her chest? Agatha had never considered the tears Rio must have shed, how much she gave up, what she risked to give Agatha the time she got. And after everything-Â
Agatha felt everything, the rough bark against her back through the cloth of her dress, the earth beneath her; her hair was sweaty and plastered to her forehead, pressure bearing down in her whole body. Something was wrong, she could feel it as she tried desperately to bring her son forth. Never had Agatha thought that the sight of Rioâs face would make the blood run cold in her veins the way it did when she appeared by the lakeside, green cloak draped over her shoulders. Agatha begged and pleaded, why would Rio come? Surely it could not be. Surely, she would not take her son away. âPlease, my love,â Anything, Agatha would do anything to save her child. Rioâs blushing cheeks and raven hair should have been such a comfort, but she was there to steal. To steal the breath of Agathaâs child from its lungs, to steal the life from her womb. In that moment, Agatha was an animal, a mother, and Rio was a threat. Not the love of her life or Nickyâs mom, but a something to be stopped. Rio was powerful and Agatha her only weak spot, so Agatha drew her knife and pressed it into the only place on Rio she could hurt. âIf you do this I will hate you forever,âÂ
After everything-
The idea that death might ever come for her without the sweet face of the woman sheâd loved for centuries was enough to turn her ancient, iron stomach. How could she ever succumb to the end looking into anything but the eyes she came to know as her sons? Nicky had looked like Agatha, itâs true, but those eyes were Rioâs, and so too had been the tip of his nose which she kissed every night.Â
Agathaâs gaze felt a thousand pounds, weighed down and stuck staring at the ground before her. It was this same weight that would keep her from her son if she let it.Â
Agatha Harkness, the way Rio said her name had always made her feel powerful, but she had been a coward for so long now.Â
Formidable.Â
The formidable Agatha Harkness ought not to be defined by her fear, by her shameâŚÂ
I ought to have killed you the moment you left my body. She had always been evil, hadnât she? Agatha thought back to Nickyâs first moments; holding him, gazing into his beautiful, familiar eyes for the first time, how nothing in the entire world could have changed how she felt about him. That moment she held him, and realised that forever her heart would be walking around outside of her chest. Nicky was so perfect, he deserved everything she had to give.Â
Perhaps looking up would be the bravest thing Agatha ever did. And so for Nicky, for Rio, for herself, she found strength.Â
It was her eyes, the look on Rioâs face that tore clean through the armor sheâd spent years tending. Agatha must have hurt her profoundly to have earned the stoney mask that slipped over Rioâs features.Â
Her feet were iron and the ground a magnet, but she willed her legs to move. Just one small step.Â
âRio,â Her voice was a whisper, almost lost in the distance between them. Her eyes burned, could she do it?
Rio met her gaze, her mouth wired stubbornly closed, attempting to fortify herself in preempt against whatever Agatha had cooked up to force her hand, to let that teenaged witchling continue to hitch a free ride in one of her bodies. âNo, Agatha,â She bit. âI have to take him, itâs my job, I canât--âÂ
Agatha cut her off, legs finally finding the strength to carry her forward. The distance between them disappeared into nothing as Agatha threw herself into her loverâs arms. Like a stone sinking into water Agatha was enveloped. Then, Agatha kissed her. Rushed and reflexive, and for no reason but to feel Rio against her again. Their mouths slotted together, teeth and tongues, all surrendered to passion, to love. All that could not be said passing between them. What a relief, to feel Agatha so closely, to feel her pulse under her fingers as they tightened around her wrists, to feel Agathaâs touch on her face, their bodies a hairsbreadth from melting into one another such that they might never be pulled apart by anything ever again. Her hand found the back of Rioâs head, pulling her close, protecting her from what, she did not know, but something great and looming. âI donât hate you,â She sobbed into the tiny gap between them, their foreheads pressed together. There was a pause, a silence where Agatha worried Rio might never believe her, might never let her back in. Then, all be damned, Rio pulled her in and Agatha felt Rioâs ribs shake softly against her as Rioâs fingers took fists of her dress.
âIâm sorry,â Rioâs voice wavered in Agathaâs ear.Â
Agatha pulled away, clutched Rioâs face between her palms and stared into her watering eyes with more command and purpose than she had ever done. âNo,â She said, her voice stern. âMy love,â Rio gripped Agathaâs wrist, eyebrows knitting together. It had been a long time since sheâd heard that name, and the last time had changed something in her, leaving it broken and mangled. âYou have nothing to apologize for,â Her eyes burned once more, brimming with tears. âI am so sorry,â
âI never wanted to take him from you,â
âYou didnât,â Hot droplets rolled down her face as she remembered their boy; his laugh, his voice, his face. Rio had bent the world in half to give her time with him. Agatha leaned in, her chin tilted up so that her lips could meet the tip of Rioâs nose, tears streaming down her cheeks. âHe was never mine to keep,â Her throat tightened. âHe was always meant to go with you⌠as I am,â
âAgatha,â Rioâs head tilted to the side, her eyebrows tightening.Â
âI have lived without you long enough,â Agathaâs words ghosted Rioâs lips as she chased after them, her eyes coming up to meet Agathaâs. âIf itâs quite alright with you Iâd like to amend my last request,â
âPlease,â
âLay me next to Nicky?â
Agatha felt another tear roll into her palm.
âAs if I could ever leave you to rest without him,â
Rio lets Agatha pull her in once more, as if she might ever get enough of Agathaâs lips on hers, as if her need for her might ever be sated. âTake me home?â
âWith pleasure, my love,â Rio pulled away from her and Agatha reached out, already missing her touch. What was she doing? She watched Rioâs eyes land on something in the grass before leaning over to pick it up. âI believe this belongs to you,â Rio took Agathaâs collar in her fingers, affixing her broach to the fabric. Her hands worked their way to Agathaâs hair, tucking a flower behind one ear. âShall we?â
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The Vampire and The Devilspawn
Hello!! I wonât do intros/notes in the beginning like this every time, but for the first time, I have a few things to say! First off, thank you to everyone that reads this story and takes this fun journey with me <3 thank you and i appreciate and cherish you all :) Secondly, I hope you can have a bit of patience with me as this progresses and I figure things out. As of posting this, I am 16 chapters in at roughly 50k. I am a proudly proclaimed pantser, so while I have a general direction for this story to take, most of it forms along the way. We're just having fun here, anyway! Third, this is, of course, a vampire story with some romance, and will come with the usual content warnings: blood, violence, biting, angst. All the fun stuff :) It follows both Magdalena and Anzurin's third person POVs.
Alright, enough of me. Here we go :)
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Chapter 1 - Magdalena
She sits on her knees, slouching and weak, held up only by the fist gripping the back of her shirt, with only two thoughts tumbling around in her broken head.Â
The first being her name. Magdalena Pierce. She knows that. There isnât much else that she knows, but she knows that much, at least.Â
The second is that sheâs hungry beyond comprehension. The ache screams alive in her stomach, an empty hole unable to be filled, even though sheâs tried. Blood still coats the front of her, having run in waves down her chin and throat and chest as she fed, and she thinks that she might have spilled more than she drank.Â
They didnât allow her to clean up before they attacked her, chained her wrists and ankles behind her back like sheâs some type of animal. And Maggie just really doesnât understand. The black-eyed woman told her to feed, so she did. She fed, and fed, and fed, and sheâs still hungry. Starving.Â
She tries to tell that to the man holding her, only getting out, âSo hun-â before he slaps the back of her head with vicious force. Her teeth snap together, her fangs poking into her lip and drawing a bead of blood that she quickly licks up, then she looks up at the man that slapped her and gives him a throaty growl, baring her blood-coated teeth at him.Â
âShould be stuffed, the way you fed. Now keep your mouth shut,â he snaps at her. Something about his empty black eyes and ruby red skin make her want to rip his sharp horns off of his skull.Â
Maybe heâs right and she should be full, but the hunger gnaws at her stomach, an empty pit that cannot be satiated. Her fangs ache in her gums. Her eyes burn with frustrated tears.Â
âIs he coming or what?â the same man barks at the two others standing across the room.Â
Theyâre smart to keep their distance. Their sweat smells so tempting, even from this far. The blood from these black-eyed devilspawn tastes so delicious, and she yearns to taste it again. It was so sweet on her tongue with a hint of smoke. It settled in her stomach so nicely, and she wants more.Â
âAnzurin should be here any minute,â one of the two answers.Â
Magdalena peers at the man holding the back of her shirt. His corrupted heart beats heavily in his chest, a nervous thrum behind his ribs, which would be so easy to break. She got through the last oneâs ribs with ease â but thatâs also what has landed her here.Â
Sheâs not really sure where here is. Where the lost causes go to get one more chance before theyâre put down, the man holding her had said while they were transporting her, and she figured that sounds right. She did just drain a woman of all of her blood, and attack a few others that tried to stop her. Herra was the womanâs name, and Maggie only knows that because they wouldnât stop yelling it at her.Â
Whyâd you kill Herra?
Sheâd like to kill them, too. Sheâd like to drink their blood until theyâre empty, carve through their red flesh with her teeth.Â
âStop looking at me like that,â the man holding her barks, and the venom in his tone sets Magdalena on edge. Itâs not her fault sheâs hungry. Itâs not her fault sheâs like this.Â
Sheâs not sure whose fault it is, but she is almost certain itâs not hers.Â
Maybe itâs his.Â
Magdalena lunges for him, fangs bared as she lurches for his leg. He yanks back just fast enough that all she gets is a mouthful of denim. She releases a growl from between her clenched teeth, a vicious one that comes from deep in her chest, but itâs quickly cut off by a kick to her ribs.Â
A cry of pain falls from her as she tumbles to the floor, hands and feet still bound so that she canât brace herself. Her shoulders and hips protest when she tries to curl in on herself, pain throbbing through her ribs.Â
âYou little shit!â the devilspawn shouts, giving her another kick. His leather boot slams into her hard enough to send her sliding backwards a few inches, only stopped by the wall behind her, and it feels like the second kick to her ribs cracks something. âAnzurin had better get here, now, and take this worthless leech off of my hands. Iâm not -âÂ
Heâs cut off by the door opening, somewhere near Magdalenaâs feet as it shoves into them. âHells below, Velur, have some patience,â a new voice drones. âI do have an entire coven to run, you see.â
Magdalena tries to move out of the way, scooting as much as she can but still crying through the pain in her ribs when the man kicks her again, not as hard this time but enough to move her out of the way of the door. She tries to bite the manâs leg even though she gets nowhere close.Â
The newcomer laughs. âWell, whatâs going on here?âÂ
âFucking fledgling pain in my ass! She just tried to fucking bite me, and sheâs already killed another devilspawn. Herra. Thought maybe you should knock some sense into her, but now Iâm thinking that we ought to just put her down.âÂ
Another chuckle, and then he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. âCovered in blood, the poor thing. Hers or someone else's? She looks positively hungry.â
The man scoffs, and a wet glob of spit lands on Maggieâs forehead. âSome of itâs hers. Most of its Herraâs, her mentors. Drained her dead. If the bitch is still hungry after that, then somethingâs wrong with her.âÂ
Magdalena bucks at the insult, trying to break the chains around her wrists. If she could just use her hands again, she could sink her teeth into the black-eyed bastardâs neck before he could stop her. She snaps and snarls, throwing out hissed threats.Â
He stares at her with those wide and empty eyes, mouth hanging open in shock before his entire face twists up in rage. His leg rears back, and Maggie welcomes it, knowing that if he really goes for it, she might actually be able to get a bite in if he gets close enough.Â
But he doesnât have the chance to send the kick when a voice cuts through the room. âKick her, Velur, and youâll be seen to.â Itâs said so calmly, so casually that it doesnât even sound like the threat it is.Â
The one named Velur sneers down at Maggie, spits on her once more, and snaps, âSheâs your problem now,â before storming out of the room.Â
She tries to get him as he walks by, kicking his own legs out to trip him up, but it only yanks on her wrists. He gets away without a scratch, much to her dismay. Something about that man makes her just want to tear into his flesh, more than anyone elseâs.Â
When Maggie looks around, the two horned men are still standing across the room, but the new one stands much closer, arms crossed over his chest as he stares down at her. Heâs much like the others â red-toned skin and horns sharper than her fangs â only his eyes are slightly different. The rest of them just have empty black eyes, and his are mostly the same, but he also has glowing red irises that gaze at her, giving his eyes more life.Â
âOh, dear, what are we to do with her?â the man murmurs to the two others.
âI donât know, sir. She seems quite wild, yes? Maybe Velur was right and sheâs just not made for the fledgling life. Perhaps death is the only thing that will fix her.âÂ
The man moves in a flash over to the one that just spoke, and Maggie giggles softly when he reaches out and smacks the back of the manâs head. âLook at her. Sheâs just hungry. Shall I kill you the next time you get hungry, Brem? Go take her chains off.âÂ
âYouâre kidding. She just tried to bite Velur - more than once.âÂ
âAre you frightened by a little fledgling, Brem? Take those chains off of her. I wonât ask a third time.âÂ
Magdalena snarls at Brem as he dares closer, feeding off of the fear in his eyes and the shake in his hands. âHells, please donât attack me,â he whispers once heâs within reach. He grabs the chains around her ankles and moves her across the floor so he can reach the restraints behind her.Â
She jerks away from his touch. She wants to be unbound, but she also wants to rip into the next person that touches her. She tries to kick at him, spit flying as she growls and snarls and gnashes her teeth at him.
But that red-eyed man flashes across the room again, and in an instant, heâs kneeling over her, a hand at the base of her throat to pin her to the ground. âKnock it off,â he commands sternly. His striking eyes bounce back and forth between her own, black eyebrows bunched together as he studies her face, but her gaze is only on his neck, the pulsing veins under his garnet flesh.Â
Sheâs so, so, so hungry.Â
âWeâre going to take the restraints off of you, but you have to behave yourself fledgling. Can you do that?âÂ
Breathing heavily, Magdalena shakes her head. She truly doesnât feel like she can control herself, not even a little bit. She doesnât want to.Â
âOh, I think you can. Brem, letâs go,â he says to the other red-skinned creature, and then instructs the third in the room to, âCatch Velur before he leaves and get him back in here. I have questions.â He hasnât taken his eyes from Maggie, nor has she taken her stare from his throat. âMy name is Anzurin, and weâre going to make sure youâre taken care of here. Whatâs your name?âÂ
She doesnât answer him, even though itâs probably the only time she will know the answer to anything. She grits her teeth together and runs her tongue over her fangs. They feel out of place in her mouth, new, even though she canât remember a time without them. She canât remember⌠much of anything.
All she knows is her name and her hunger, that she has fangs in her mouth and a need for blood. A hunger for red flesh. Thinking about sinking her fangs into the man above her sets her to wriggling again.Â
Still pinning her to the ground, he smooths his hand over her blood-caked hair, brushing it out of her face. When she snaps for his wrist, he chuckles softly and holds his arm out of the reach of her teeth. âYouâre just starved, arenât you?âÂ
Once her chains are off, sheâs going to bite him. She will. He smells so sweet, so tempting, she wonât be able to stop herself.Â
The man rolls her on her side so that the other â Brem â can undo the chains behind her. He doesnât yet release her wrists or ankles, but at least detaches them from each other so she can stretch out.Â
âIâm going to sit you up, but youâre going to behave,â Anzurin says softly, but itâs not a question. Itâs not a request.Â
Not promising anything, Maggie pushes against his hand on her shoulder, sitting herself up, and she sighs in relief when she can put her legs out in front of her. The jeans sheâs wearing are covered in blood, especially at the knees, as if sheâd knelt in it, and maybe she did. She canât really remember anything more than the feeling of her fangs in flesh.Â
She tries to reach for the chains around her ankles without thinking about it, only to yank at the chains around her wrists still behind her back, her shoulders jerking painfully. An angry growl rips from her throat, wishing that she could rip the chains with her teeth like she so easily ripped through skin. She yanks on them again, this time on purpose, thinking just maybe she might be strong enough to break them.Â
But they donât budge.Â
Brem kneels in front of her feet, eyeing her cautiously as he removes the chains from around her ankles. Her hungry gaze follows his every move, watching his wrists, his neck, salivating to think about the blood underneath. She bristles excitedly once her ankles are free and holds her wrists out to him, beyond ready to have use of her hands again. Saliva pools in her mouth as he slowly inches towards her side, nervousness radiating off of him. His black eyes shift to Anzurin.Â
âIâve never seen one like this,â Brem murmurs. âWhatâs wrong with her?âÂ
Anzurin grasps Magdalenaâs chin, forcing her attention away from Brem. He searches her face for something â Maggie doesnât really care what, because sheâs stuck on his throat, unable to look away from it, unable to think about anything else except for how good it felt to flood her throat with that devilspawnâs blood. She bets his would taste just as good.Â
âNothingâs wrong with you, is there, fledgling? Youâre just hungrier than normal,â Anzurin coos to her. He lifts her chin, trying to get her to look at him, but she doesnât. She canât.Â
âSo hungry,â she rasps. Itâs a never ending hole inside of her, begging for more and more and more, a thirst unable to be quenched.Â
âI thought as much. Come on, weâll get you fed.âÂ
He hauls her to her feet, keeping a secure hold on her, but he makes no move against her, even when she tries to reach for his wrist, even when she bares her fangs at him. He only chuckles and guides her to the plush sofa against the opposite wall. Anzurin sits down first, then pulls her to sit at his side. He doesnât have to guide her too much, as she easily follows his neck and wrists wherever they lead her.Â
Once sheâs settled next to him, pressed close against his side, he wraps his arm around her shoulders and places his wrist just in front of her mouth. Instinct tells her to chomp her teeth into his skin, gnaw until sheâs full and his wrist is nothing but bone, but she gets distracted by the heavy pounding in her left ear.Â
The noise comes from his throat, just inches from her face when she turns towards it. Wrists are dainty. So little would come out of it, compared to what would flow from his neck. She begins to lean in, but he jerks back and grabs the hair at the back of her head to keep her teeth off of his neck. âThe wrist, fledgling, or nothing.â
He places it in front of her mouth once more and she canât deny it a second time. She sinks her teeth into his rose-colored wrist with a starved fervor, fangs piercing him easily. Her mouth pools with delicious blood that tastes even better than Herraâs did. She was too sweet, almost like having dessert before dinner, but this⌠Anzurin⌠Heâs a hearty meal. Savory and delicious.Â
She digs in further, ripping through his flesh with her sharp, sharp fangs, biting down as hard as she can. She drinks from him with greed, unable to take a lot at a time but taking as much as he will give her. Sheâs so entranced by his blood that she doesnât even open her eyes when the door opens once more and someone says, âI have Velur.âÂ
âBring him in,â Anzurin drones. Maggie expects him to take his arm away any moment now, but he lets her keep feeding from him.Â
âStupid to let her loose,â Velur snaps, âand even more stupid to let her bite you. Donât close that door, Brem â weâre going to want an escape when sheâs down gnawing his arm.âÂ
âSo dramatic.â Anzurin hums and brushes Maggieâs dirty hair off of her forehead with his free hand. âSure, sheâs a little rough with the teeth, but sheâs starving. Insatiable, this one. Tell me about her.âÂ
âShe can tell you whatever you wanna know if she doesnât kill you.âÂ
âI think sheâs a bit too distracted to answer any questions. I tried to ask her name, but she wouldnât say.âÂ
âWeird, since it was the only thing sheâd say earlier,â Velur scoffs. âMagdalena Pierce.âÂ
The hatred in his voice when he spits her name gets Maggie to open her eyes. Every time he speaks, she just wants to tear him into little pieces, so she tries. She shoves Anzurinâs arm away and lunges for Velur. She makes it off of the couch and across the small table, sending papers and items clattering to the floor. She reaches out for Velur, trying to grab him, scratch him, rip him apart with her teeth, anything she can do to hurt him like heâs hurt her. Heâs the one that chained her up after she fed, and he smacked her and kicked her many times. Sheâs sure that his blood would be bitter, but she wants to taste it anyway.Â
But she doesnât get to, ripped away by Anzurinâs arms closing around her waist at the last second, yanking her back against himself. He puts his wrist back to her mouth, saying, âRight here â feed,â but she pays it no mind, too wrapped up in her seething anger directed at Velur. She fights and kicks and scratches and bites to no avail.Â
âSee what I mean?â Velur snaps. âSheâs fucked! Just do us all a favor and put her down, Anzurin, before she kills another.âÂ
Anzurin struggles to keep Maggie restrained, but manages to sit back down on the sofa with her. âIâll be honest, Velur, Iâm not sure sheâs the problem here. I think you are.â He smears his blood across her lips, going as far as to grip her chin to force her mouth open to drip blood on her tongue, but she continues to fight against his hold to get to Velur. âDoesnât even care. I think she just wants you dead.âÂ
Velur scoffs. âOr you just donât taste as good as you think you do, big shot.âÂ
âSo, whatâd you do to her?â Anzurin asks and then brings his lips to Maggieâs ear to whisper, âI know youâre still hungry. Drink.â
And she is very, very hungry, so she gives up her fight - for now- and sinks her teeth into his arm once more, marking more of a mess of the already mangled flesh.Â
âGentler,â he hisses through his teeth, and she hisses right back at him. If he were as hungry as she is, he wouldnât want to be gentle either. She wants to rip and tear and gorge herself on both flesh and blood.Â
âShe killed Herra,â Velur says incredulously. âIt took multiple men to drag her off of Herraâs corpse, and a few of them even got bit in the process!âÂ
Anzurin strokes her hair as she quits fighting and settles once more. âAnd?âÂ
âWh - And?! She killed one of our own! Do you not care?âÂ
âNot so much,â he says with a shrug. âThatâs the risk we take. Sheâs a fledgling, Velur. Itâs her very nature to feed. To kill. Why would you punish her for it? Every part of her screams for blood and she shouldnât be denied; she just needs to learn a little control, thatâs all. How long ago was she changed?âÂ
âHells, I donât know! Didnât even know the bitch existed until she had to be ripped off of Herraâs neck today.âÂ
At the insult that leaves his lips, Maggie lets out a growl and cuts a glare at him, but she doesnât lift her mouth from Anzurinâs wrist. Her hunger never ends.Â
Anzurin laughs heartily. âOh, she definitely just hates you. Whenâd she come into the coven?âÂ
âI donât know,â he says again. âI donât usually handle the fledglings.âÂ
âFind who does and bring them to me. I want to know where she came from.â He trails his touch down the side of Maggieâs face. Heâs not even holding onto her anymore; sheâs just happily drinking from him and not even trying to get away anymore. Her hunger is outweighing her instinct to fight, but only by a fraction. âShe acts as though sheâs gone weeks without feeding. And if thatâs the case, Iâm not at all surprised that she drained Herra. And sheâs still going.âÂ
âShe -âÂ
âI said to find who knows where she came from. Now. Not later.âÂ
Velur grumbles angrily, but jumps at the chance to leave the room.Â
Once the door shuts behind him, a moment passes in which the only sound is Maggie drinking greedily and desperately from Anzurinâs wrist, but he soon says, âThatâs enough for now.âÂ
She doesnât listen. Magdalena holds onto his arm tighter, taking bigger gulps. Her nails dig into his skin just as her teeth do, drawing even more blood. She just wants more, more, more, and itâs still not enough.Â
But then Anzurin fists the hair at the back of her skull and yanks. Her teeth rip from his arm, tearing flesh as he jerks her head back.Â
Magdalena snarls and tries to twist and bite the hand grabbing her, but Anzurin keeps his grip and stares down at her. Gently, but sternly, he says, âThatâs enough, Magdalena. We need to go get you cleaned up and looked over so we know what weâre dealing with here. You have to control yourself.âÂ
She whines, low in her throat. âBut Iâm so ââÂ
âHungry, I know,â he coos. He looks to Brem across the room. âGet me three bags from the fridge, please. Open one of them.âÂ
Brem does as told, and all Magdalena can do is watch with Anzurinâs grip still in her hair, her head angled backwards. Brem goes over to a small black fridge in the corner, opening to the door to reveal two shelves stuffed full of bags of blood, but Magdalena hardly cares about that when the fresh taste of Anzurinâs blood is still stuck to her teeth. He grabs three of them as asked and brings them to Anzurin, who stuffs the first two in the pockets of his black coat while Brem opens the plastic spout of the third.Â
A small bubble of blood pools out of the top as the pressure is released, spilling onto Bremâs finger, and he freezes in place while his fearful black eyes flick to Magdalena.Â
âYou know,â Anzurin murmurs as he takes the open bag, âshe probably loves that youâre so scared right now. You know they donât just feed on blood, Brem.â He waves the packaged blood under Magdalenaâs nose, but the cold scent of it nearly makes her gag. She wants the fresh stuff, and tries to look for Anzurinâs bitten arm.Â
He jerks her hair. âNo, drink this.â
The stinging in the back of her head is what makes her snap. Magdalena yanks her head out of his grip, leaving chunks of hair between his fingers. She claws his face and her fangs go straight for his neck. He tries to grab her hair again, but sheâs faster, and slams it to the wall above his head.Â
On her feet, crouching next to him on the sofa, she uses her foot to pin his other hand to the sofa cushion, and that leaves a hand free to hold his head to the side so she can sink her teeth into his neck. She rips and tears, getting flesh stuck between her teeth, but filling her screaming stomach with his delicious blood.Â
But as her stomach fills, so does the room with shouts and yells and screams. Something wraps around her waist and pulls, but she claws back at it and it goes away, but then something cold is wrapped around her throat, and the chains that once bound her yank her back.Â
Magdalena loses her balance and falls to her back on the floor, but quickly turns on the one that pulled her off: Brem, backing away with large black eyes. Her rage swells into something unmanageable and she lunges for him, biting anything she can get her teeth in, which happens to be his upper arm, biting through cloth to tear at the rosy skin underneath.Â
His blood is sharper than the others, only a fraction of the sweetness, and Maggie doesnât like it as much, but it softens the edges of her hunger, so she pins his arms to his side and gulps as much as she can. As she knew she would be, sheâs yanked back seconds later, turned by her shoulder and slammed back against the wall with a large devilspawn body in front of her and his forearm across her chest. Something else wraps around her ankles, and she kicks at what she assumes is the chains, but looks down to see a red tail curling tightly around her leg.Â
âStop it,â Anzurin growls at her, red eyes blazing. âControl yourself, fledgling, or I will do it for you.â
She tries to shove him off to no avail without the element of surprise on her side this time. He stays put, holding her down. Breathing heavily, she stares at his torn neck, his blood running down his throat and chest, soaking into his tan shirt. After a few moments of futile fighting, she relents and lies perfectly still to glare up at him.Â
Anzurin breathes just as heavily, touching his fingers to his bleeding neck with a sharp inhale through his teeth. âIâd like to be able to let you go, but I need to be able to trust that youâre not going to attack one of us again. Can we do that?âÂ
In a jerking motion, Maggie shakes her head back and forth. Sheâs only stopped fighting for now because she knows it's a waste of energy to fight against him. As soon as he gives her even an inch, sheâll take it, but sheâs saving her energy for that.Â
âNow, Magdalena,â he says with a tsk. âDo you understand whatâs going to happen to you if you canât control yourself?âÂ
She spits a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva at him, which lands on his chin.Â
Besides clenching his jaw, he shows no other reaction and uses the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his chin. âYouâre going to have to be put down if you canât behave,â he tells her. âI do not tolerate this kind of behavior in my coven, and you are too wild to go anywhere else. If you canât control yourself, then you will be controlled. Is that what you want to happen? Do you want us to have to kill you?âÂ
She doesnât answer, unsure that she has an answer at all. Does she want to be killed? No, not particularly. But does she want to keep living? Maybe not, if this is the pain and treatment she has to endure. Her hunger is insatiable, fueling a need to rip and tear. She even thinks about biting her own flesh just for a taste of blood.Â
âIt doesnât have to be this way,â Anzurin murmurs in her silence, keeping his voice gentle and comforting. âWeâll feed you and make sure youâre taken care of, but you have to behave with us. With me, at the very least. Iâm the one that will decide what happens to you, so I suggest you behave.âÂ
Magdalena only grumbles unhappily and tries uselessly to wriggle out from under him, but his arm holds her shoulders against the wall, his tail around her ankle keeping her from kicking.Â
âOkay, you canât keep denying that thereâs something wrong here,â Brem says from where he stands nearby, chains still in his hands. âThis isnât normal for a fledgling.âÂ
Brows creased, Anzurin studies her quizzically. âThereâs something wrong with the situation, definitely. Somethingâs been done to her. Someone else did this to her.âÂ
Brem dares a step closer. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âSheâs starved, Brem. Her fangs are sharper than a new fledgling's should be. Hazarding a guess, Iâd say that sheâs a few months old, and Iâm thinking that today is the first time sheâs drank since she was changed. Am I right about that?â he asks her.Â
Maggie canât remember anything before today, but sheâs certainly older than just a few months. Sheâs a grown woman. But she does also feel like she hasnât eaten or drank anything in quite a while. Maybe ever.Â
With his free hand, Anzurin brushes Magdalenaâs hair out of her face. He then orders Brem to hand him the bag of blood that sheâd turned her nose up at before. âYou canât keep drinking from me right now - I donât have that much blood to spare - but you can drink these bags. I know theyâre not as good, not as fresh, but itâs what youâre going to get right now. Iâll give you as many as you want â but only if you promise to try to control yourself.âÂ
Against every fighting instinct, Magdalena nods.Â
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you should write....... dipford w/down bad ford eating dipper out.... ahahahahhh
guys,,, my dipford celebrity crush sentme an ask im gonna bust all over the screen. anything you want i will write in a heartbeat. inspired by the fanart you sent me (this is me flexing that im friends withyou))OKAy GO! . . . . ford calls himmasonOKAY GO!
ford loved his boy so much. mason was perfect, ever since they first bonded over dd&d he became obsessed with him, unable to control his hungry gaze whenever mason would look up at him and bat his little eyelashes as he gushes over whatever nerd mumbo jumbo ford is telling him about and fuck the kid was basically in love with him,`````````` how is he supposed to control himself when the boy was all but throwing himself at ford??. he was determined to make mason his, morals be damned he wanted that boy
ford pines body worshipGO he,. is so obsessed . with how how small and soft mason is . god it makes his head spin how he's so smooth and hairless and rarely has any blemishes on his skin except for a scrape or two on his knee. ford;s self-restraint slipping when sweet little mason turns into putty in his hands, his hands that can also spread across the entire width of his body a thought that doesnt make ford incredibly hard At All. whenever he gets dipper under him, clothes already on the floor and his undies pulled down to his ankles ford spends so much time just feeling him up and staring at every part of his that is mason comes just from having ford kiss up his neck and knead his ass because the attnetion is just too much for the little boy,, ford likes rhat about him, so easy to get himm to finish he can break his mind and turn him into a thoughtless drooling puddle underneath him and that was the mason he liked best, unable to protest to anything because the only thought in his mind is ford ford ford
he'd flip him over, barelt even needing to use any effort to turn the boy onto his stomach, mason whining when his terribly sensitive dick makes contact with the sheets under him. ford would run his hand lost in dipper's curls to down his back, pressing his shoulderblades into the bed and forcing him to arch his back and present himself to ford. ford has to hold back the urge to just cum in his pants when dipper turns his head back to look at him, big teary doe eyes blinking up at him, not a thought behind those eyes as he stares up at ford with his hazy fucked out gaze, he'd whine n sniffle until ford brushes the tears from his puffy cheeks and mason's hand would reach for his and his cute little fingers would wrap around two of ford's (hands to small to properly hold hands so he holds his fingers like a baby does Sorry)
he'd lean forward, kissing down his back and nipping at his little moles and scars. the feeling of mason's soft plush skin against his rough skin felt heavenly and he;d almost lose himself when mason shivers against the feeling of ford's stubble and he'd suppress a groan as the kid instinctively pushes his hips back against ford and jesus christ this kid is gonna kill him he;s so perfect and so desperate fior ford and the mans ego skyrockets and all his blood rushes to his dick
his free hand comes to push mason's knees apart, spreading his cheeks, and the boys moves without any hesitation, pressing his stomach further into the bed as his feet hook onto ford's shoulders as ford's hands come to rest over either of mason;s cheeks. he spreads them gently, rubbing his thumb over the boys hole before teasingly pressing it inside and masons legs twitch around ford;s neck, pressing him closer, he pushes it in a couple times before letting go but wuickly replacing it with his tongue, ford;s head dipping forward and he licks a big stripe up his crack and then softly poking inside. ford could cum just from mason's reaction alone, the kid letting out a long high pitched moan and he bucks his hips back against ford;s face desperate to further the intrusion and ford needs more, more of mason's delicious little moans that fill his ears and the sweet taste of mason on his tongue and ford's free hand comes to grab his thigh, forcing him back onto his face as he flicks his tongue and moans around dipper's hole as he ruts his own hips into the bed unable to stop himelf and he devours dipper like he'll die if he doesnt
and poor, poor mason. he's already incredibly sensitive all over from his previous handful of orgasms and good LORD ford tongue fucks him into next week as he's ravished from behind and mason's close again, so so close and ford's could tell, the boy's little thighs twitching and his hip's stutter as ford presses him impossibly closer and the hand on his thigh slips under him, wrapping around his little dick, gathering all the excess saliva ford's made and jerking him hard, andmason comes undone around him, hole fluttering and clenching around ford's tongue as he coats ford's large hand with his seed and jesus ford could die like this. all his senses surrounded by mason aaaand ford creams his shorts porbbalyOKBYE
this got kinda long sowwy. hope i did ur prompt justic my glorious dipford king đ
#dipford#proship#bees asks#FORD CALLS HIM MASON.#i will DIE on this HILL!!!!!!!!!!!!#this is more fords pov than dipper so i refered to him as mason throughout the whole thing#arent i so smart isnt that so cool#ok bye
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i dont care how out of character it would be i need chung myung to give his kids a big fat kiss on the forehead
sniffles.. if life had been kinder to him, chung myung could have gotten to be the grandpa he was always meant to be..
very cute to imagine if the disciples r all weary and worn and upset for whatever reason, chung myung gives them a casual paternal forehead kiss and it immediately boosts morale despite them being confused as hell about it
#this reminds me of a very cute fic where the disciples time travel back 100yrs as kids and becomes pbssâ disciples#but he is so sweet to them it makes me tear up every time i reread it#BUT IT HASNT BEEN UPDATED IN FOREVER GAH i hope it hasnt been abandoned its my fave rotmhs fic everrrr
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"This extra space next to me belongs to you. I know where I end now. I won't get lost." -- shoot me (metaphorically) and leave me for dead (metaphorically) why won't you. To make this about Dylan and maybe it's about Connor, maybe it's about Brinksy, maybe it's about any journeyman in the NHL. My brain screamed Chris Driedger and his memorable (to me) Players' Tribune article:
And how can you mention Dylan and Zach (Za-ach, the way Dylan says it) without me having a breakdown about them? You simply can't. And for the younger dudes, maybe it's a little Bords/Briss, not yet steady in The Show, a little bit of distance, a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately... and then a blurry insta story in Vegas. Just like old times but somewhere else. Maybe it's not the same bed, maybe it's not the same set of forks, but maybe it's the principle of the thing.
Anyway, goodbye. Sorry for this, your tag walls make me break out in imagined scenarios.
Much love. xxx
please never be sorry for sending me messages <3 i love reading them i love getting them i think theyâre beautiful and i love them iâm!!!!! [đĽšđđŚđŤ§â¨đđ <- the best approximation of what my heart is doing]
ok NOW i am taking this step by step because every narrative here kicked me straight in the knees (metaphorically) i am w e e p i n g (literally): i knew tangentially about chris driedger going to seattle but i had never read his playersâ tribune love letter to seattle & all i can say is oh. oh. and with the part about trains delayed but still being right on timeâ
sometimes a dream is a truth your heart knows long before you do. the space that the city and the team made for him (âyouâd be the only guy on the teamâ)đŁď¸đŁď¸đŁď¸ !!! but the way that chris talks about needing to put in the work & leo not letting him quit,,, thatâs chris filling up the teakettle with twice as much water, crowding one side of the bed (falling asleep against a bus window dreaming), becoming unburdened by the idea of not being their guy, not having the fallback being their draft pick to content and settle himself with. thatâs chris betting on a future. thatâs the train coming down the tracks, right on time.
(i am feeling unhinged about it)
SECOND. i know i was the one that said zach and dylan to start so technically i brought this on myself but also i have been ktfo by the mere mention of the way that dylan says zachâs name different from everyone else, stealing an extra breath, stealing as much time as he can get with him, which reminded me of a poem i just read:
The Need Is So Great, Jim Moore
^^^dylan still in love with zach even as heâs leaving, can feel himself losing him, and taking every sliver of the love in his smile that he can get. even if he knows zach doesnât still feel the same way heâs drawing out the long goodbye & saying i love you in a thousand ways without ever saying it out loud (âi have been asking for a time but in ways that have no wordsâ because he doesnât want to ask too much, to ask for love) in the hope that zach will say it back OKAY IâM LEAVING i canât do this
that was a lie because THREE. âmaybe itâs the principle of the thingâ please insert the most ungodly screech how could you just (lovingly) come in straight with the steel chair and bean me upside the head with that l i n e i think this story has the potential for such tragedy in it but also the most tender domestic longing because bords & briss have known each other for a long time (i think) and guys do sometimes lose themselves when they first get to the nhl.
itâs a big scene, youâre with big name guys, youâre finally doing the thing you always dreamed about, youâre no longer necessarily the best because everyoneâs the best, youâre not sure how you fit in, you can get lost in the glitz and the glamor of it but you can also literally get lost in it, the slog of the season and getting caught up and down between teams and leagues and endless airports and buses and travel and ice rinks, losing your phone (accidental) and having new people hound you for quotes and fame and connection so you lose your phone (on purpose) and i think where iâm trying to go is: this could play out as the tragedy of borde going to the california coastline and briss shipping off to the vegas strip and both of them getting a little lost.
maybe thereâs someone else, maybe i am steadfastly not thinking about âa summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separatelyâ as either a summer of them pretending things are ok after a year of barely speaking and now being completely different people they never were before OR a summer of them trying to pretend like they can forget about each other because maybe they didnât think their relationship was the same thing, is all, when they were or werenât together. maybe itâs nobodyâs fault but for the fact that they were scared and tired and lonely trying to make it in the big times and didnât know how to show it. and then borde shows up with takeout and plastic forks in vegas and itâs december and nothing like winter in ann arbor and still they fill up all the empty spaces in each other with the things they didnât know theyâd miss until they were gone and this is the real thing, not whatever they were trying too hard to be, to recreate their own nostalgia for the love in their memories. itâs the principle of the thing, is all, to always be true to the love they have right now & not what they think it should be.
sorry that i wrote you kind of an essay of an answer but i had so so so many thoughts because your ask was so lovely so thank you for sending it to me (you are always welcome to!! i love your imagined scenarios!!! cannot even explain how much!!!) & thank you for taking the time to read my walls of tags :))) <3
#liv in the replies#every time you send me a message i do the thing where iâve got heart emojis for thumbs & cease any coherency#FIRSTLY chris driedger who i loved as seattleâs goalie without even knowing the story:#dreidger fourth layer of a dream is making me tear up AGAIN hours later as i try to write this the echl the coast easy come hard to leave &#when he talks about being somebodyâs guy laying my head down in the bog & dragging my hands over my face chris who let you say that. who let#u break my HEART i truly donât think i will ever recover from the inception reference bc thatâs what they all talk abt u know? the nhl dream#the playersâ tribune articles are often some of the most poetic & touching sports writing & every time i am reminded i lose my shit about it#SECONDLY:#the ever present spectre of dylanâs first boyfriend zach werenski#i have so so so many quotes? drafts? posts? about the thing with saying someoneâs name to call them closer to you i say your name to speak#more of you into the world so i will possibly look for some of those to say what i mean but also: this poem was originally reminiscent of#willingly by tess gallagher which is my ajax jack / superbuddies poem & this specifically did go with the a drop of paint / the light has#fallen through you part of it but thereâs a part of THIS poem which i did not include that talks about the late light / has already happened#will go on happening forever & that whole poem with this now to say i know itâs embarrassing iâm asking for it :: easy to write about light#like falling asleep on the couch & having to carry yourself up to bed is the dylan/zach heartbreak of this. waiting & waiting for the things#you used to do & the love you used to / were promised to have with the hope that if you keep the coffee ready heâll come drink it & instead#you have too many cups of tea one yours & one cold then half-warmed over & too sweet for your tastes but youâve learned to drink it anyway#okAY now third:#this w/the UMICH BOYS? N O I DIDNâT EVEN!!! NOT A THOUGHT IN MY BRAIN!!! & now i canât stop thinking!!! & i had an entire PLAYLIST already#a ??? while ago before i even truly knew the umich boys Narrativesâ˘ď¸ i heard maude latourâs song âone more weekendâ & went hahaha isnât that#a great song for when you have that One Summer of college before everyone splits off into their own lives? isnât that a fun little umich boy#going into the nhl narrative?? to which i said NO but then it spiraled into a playlist &now there is delightful heartbreak to go with vibes#umich scholars please feel free to correct me if iâm wrong on any points i canât remember anything presently about anything#also the f a c t that that vegas picture is real and i know exactly what youâre talking about is making me %^â˘*]+ÂŁâ bc how!! is that real!!!#okay ALSO just throwing in brinksy like a casual AHAHA have brainworm for a year (my autocorrect tried to go bringst like angst which. lmao)#connor and dylan⌠all of my journeymen⌠we did not touch that because i WILL start yelling about sam gagner and marc staal and#the chrysalis and the caterpillar
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Twenty years ago, February 15th, 2004, I got married for the first time.
It was twenty years earlier than I ever expected to.
To celebrate/comemorate the date, I'm sitting down to write out everything I remember as I remember it. No checking all the pictures I took or all the times I've written about this before. I'm not going to turn to my husband (of twenty years, how the f'ing hell) to remember a detail for me.
This is not a 100% accurate recounting of that first wild weekend in San Francisco. But it -is- a 100% accurate recounting of how I remember it today, twenty years after the fact.
Join me below, if you would.
2004 was an election year, and much like conservatives are whipping up anti-trans hysteria and anti-trans bills and propositions to drive out the vote today, in 2004 it was all anti-gay stuff. Specifically, preventing the evil scourge of same-sex marriage from destroying everything good and decent in the world.
Enter Gavin Newstrom. At the time, he was the newly elected mayor of San Francisco. Despite living next door to the city all my life, I hadnât even heard of the man until Valentines Day 2004 when he announced that gay marriage was legal in San Francisco and started marrying people at city hall.
It was a political stunt. It was very obviously a political stunt. That shit was illegal, after all. But it was a very sweet political stunt. I still remember the front page photo of two ancient women hugging each other forehead to forehead and crying happy tears.
But it was only going to last for as long as it took for the California legal system to come in and make them knock it off.
The next day, weâre on the phone with an acquaintance, and she casually mentions that sheâs surprised the two of us arenât up at San Francisco getting married with everyone else.
âEveryone else?â Goes I, âI thought they wouldâve shut that down already?â
âOh no!â goes she, âThe courts arenât open until Tuesday. Presidents Day on Monday and all. Theyâre doing them all weekend long!â
We didnât know because social media wasnât a thing yet. I only knew as much about it as Iâd read on CNN, and most of the blogs I was following were more focused on what bullshit President George W Bush was up to that day.
"Well shit", me and my man go, "do you wanna?" I mean, itâs a political stunt, it wont really mean anything, but weâre not going to get another chance like this for at least 20 years. Why not?
The next day, Sunday, we get up early. We drive north to the southern-most BART station. We load onto Bay Area Rapid Transit, and rattle back and forth all the way to the San Francisco City Hall stop.
We had slightly miscalculated.
Apparently, demand for marriages was far outstripping the staff they had on hand to process them. Who knew. Everyone whoâd gotten turned away Saturday had been given tickets with times to show up Sunday to get their marriages done. My babe and I, we could either wait to see if there was a space that opened up, or come back the next day, Monday.
âIsnât City Hall closed on Monday?â I asked. âItâs a holidayâ
âOh sure,â they reply, âbut people are allowed to volunteer their time to come in and work on stuff anyways. And we have a lot of people who want to volunteer their time to have the marriage licensing offices open tomorrow.â
âOh cool,â we go, âBackup.â
âMake sure youâre here if you do,â they say, âbecause the California Supreme Court is back in session Tuesday, and will be reviewing the motion that got filed to shut us down.â
And all this shit is super not-legal, so theyâll totally be shutting us down goes unsaid.
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We donât get in Saturday. We wind up hanging out most of the day, though.
Itâs⌠incredible. I can say, without hyperbole, that I have never experienced so much concentrated joy and happiness and celebration of othersâ joy and happiness in all my life before or since. My face literally ached from grinning. Every other minute, a new couple was coming out of City Hall, waving their paperwork to the crowd and cheering and leaping and skipping. Two glorious Latina women in full Mariachi band outfits came out, one in the arms of another. A pair of Jewish boys with their families and Rabbi. One couple managed to get a Just Married convertible arranged complete with tin-cans tied to the bumper to drive off in. More than once I was giving some rice to throw at whoever was coming out next.
At some point in the mid-afternoon, there was a sudden wave of extra cheering from the several hundred of us gathered at the steps, even though no one was coming out. There was a group going up the steps to head inside, with some generic black-haired shiny guy at the front. My not-yet-husband nudged me, âThatâs Newsom.â He said, because he knew I was hopeless about matching names and people.
Ooooooh, I go. That explains it. Then I joined in the cheers. He waved and ducked inside.
So dusk is starting to fall. Itâs February, so itâs only six or so, but itâs getting dark.
âShould we just try getting in line for tomorrow -now-?â we ask.
âYeah, Iâm afraid thatâs not going to be possible.â One of the volunteers tells us. âWeâre not allowed to have people hang out overnight like this unless there are facilities for them and security. Weâd need Porta-Poties for a thousand people and police patrols and the whole lot, and no one had time to get all that organized. Your best bet is to get home, sleep, and then catch the first BART train up at 5am and keep your fingers crossed.
Monday is the last day to do this, after all.
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So we go home. We crash out early. We wake up at 4:00. We drive an hour to hit the BART station. We get the first train up. We arrive at City Hall at 6:30AM.
The line stretches around the entirety of San Francisco City Hall. You could toss a can of Coke from the end of the line to the people whoâre up to be first through the doors and not have to worry about cracking it open after.
âUh.â We go. âWhat the fuck is -this-?â
So.
Remember why they werenât going to be able to have people hang out overnight?
Turns out, enough SF cops were willing to volunteer unpaid time to do patrols to cover security. And some anonymous person delivered over a dozen Porta-Poties thatâd gotten dropped off around 8 the night before.
Itâs 6:30 am, there are almost a thousand people in front of us in line to get this literal once in a lifetime marriage, the last chance we expect to have for at least 15 more years (it was 2004, gay rights were getting shoved back on every front. It was not looking good. We were just happy we lived in California were we at least werenât likely to loose job protections any time soon.).
Then it starts to rain.
We had not dressed for rain.
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Here is how the next six hours go.
Weâre in line. Once the doors open at 7am, it will creep forward at a slow crawl. Itâs around 7 when someone shows up with garbage bags for everyone. Cut holes for the head and arms and youâve got a makeshift raincoat! So youâve got hundreds of gays and lesbians decked out in the nicest shit they could get on short notice wearing trashbags over it.
Everyone is so happy.
Everyone is so nervous/scared/frantic that we wont be able to get through the doors before they close for the day.
People online start making delivery orders.
Coffee and bagels are ordered in bulk and delivered to City Hall for whoever needs it. We get pizza. We get roses. Random people come by who just want to give hugs to people in line because theyâre just so happy for us. The tour busses make detours to go past the lines. Chinese tourists lean out with their cameras and shout GOOD LUCK while car horns honk.
A single sad man holding a Bible tries to talk people out of doing this, tells us all weâre sinning and to please donât. He gives up after an hour. A nun replaces him with a small sign about how this is against Godâs will. She leaves after it disintegrates in the rain.
The day before, when it was sunny, there had been a lot of protestors. Including a large Muslim group with their signs about how âNot even DOGS do such things!â Which⌠Yes they do.
A lot of snide words are said (by me) about how the fact that weâre willing to come out in the rain to do this while theyâre not willing to come out in the rain to protest it proves who actually gives an actual shit about the topic.
Time passes. I measure it based on which side of City Hall weâre on. The doors face East. We start on Northside. Coffee and trashbags are delivered when weâre on the North Side. Pizza first starts showing up when weâre on Westside, which is also where I see Bible Man and Nun. Roses are delivered on Southside. And so forth.
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We have Line Neighbors.
Ahead of us are a gay couple a decade or two older than us. Theyâve been together for eight years. The older one is a school teacher. He has his coat collar up and turns away from any news cameras that come near while we reposition ourselves between the lenses and him. Heâs worried about the parents of one of his students seeing him on the news and getting him fired. The younger one will step away to get interviewed on his own later on. They drove down for the weekend once they heard what was going on. Theyâd started around the same time we did, coming from the Northeast, and are parked in a nearby garage.
The most perky energetic joyful woman Iâve ever met shows up right after we turned the corner to Southside to tackle the younger of the two into a hug. Sheâs their local friend whoâd just gotten their message about what theyâre doing and she will NOT be missing this. She is -so- happy for them. Her friends cry on her shoulders at her unconditional joy.
Behind us are a lesbian couple whoâd been up in San Francisco to celebrate their 12th anniversary together. âWe met here Valentines Day weekend! We live down in San Diego, now, but we like to come up for the weekend because itâs our first love city.â
âThen they announced -this-,â the other one says, âand we canât leave until we get married. I called work Sunday and told them I calling in sick until Wednesday.â
âI told them why,â her partner says, âI donât care if they want to give me trouble for it. This is worth it. Fuck them.â
My husband-to-be and I look at each other. Weâve been together for not even two years at this point. Less than two years. Is it right for us to be here? Weâre potentially taking a spot from another couple thatâd been together longer, who needed it more, who deserved it more.â
âDonât you fucking dare.â Says the 40-something gay couple in front of us.
âThis is as much for you as it is for us!â says the lesbian couple whoâve been together for over a decade behind us.
âYou kids are too cute together,â says the gay coupleâs friend. âyou -have- to. Someday -youâre- going to be the old gay couple thatâs been together for years and years, and you deserve to have been married by then.â
We stay in line.
Itâs while weâre on the Southside of City Hall, just about to turn the corner to Eastside at long last that we pick up our own companions. A white woman who reminds me an awful lot of my aunt with a four year old black boy riding on her shoulders. âCan we say weâre with you? His uncles are already inside and theyâre not letting anyone in who isnât with a couple right there.â âOf course!â we say.
The kid is so very confused about what all the big deal is, but thereâs free pizza and the busses keep driving by and honking, so heâs having a great time.
We pass by a statue of Lincoln with âMarriage for All!â and "Gay Rights are Human Rights!" flags tucked in the crooks of his arms and hanging off his hat.
Itâs about noon, noon-thirty when we finally make it through the doors and out of the rain.
Theyâve promised that anyone whoâs inside when the doors shut will get married. We made it. Weâre safe.
We still have a -long- way to go.
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Theyâre trying to fit as many people into City Hall as possible. Partially to get people out of the rain, mostly to get as many people indoors as possible. The line now stretches down into the basement and up side stairs and through hallways Iâm not entirely sure the public should ever be given access to. We crawl along slowly but surely.
Itâs after weâve gone through the low-ceiling basement hallways past offices and storage and back up another set of staircases and are going through a back hallway of low-ranked functionary offices that someone comes along handing out the paperwork. âItâs an hour or so until you hit the office, but take the time to fill these out so you donât have to do it there!â
We spend our time filling out the paperwork against walls, against backs, on stone floors, on books.
We enter one of the public areas, filled with displays and photos of City Hall Demonstrations of years past.
I take pictures of the big black and white photo of the Abraham Lincoln statue holding banners and signs against segregation and for civil rights.
The four year old boy we helped get inside runs past us around this time, chased by a blond haired girl about his own age, both perused by an exhausted looking teenager helplessly begging them to stop running.
Everyone is wet and exhausted and vibrating with anticipation and the building-wide aura of happiness that infuses everything.
The line goes into the marriage office. A dozen people are at the desk, shoulder to shoulder, far more than it was built to have working it at once.
A Sister of Perpetual Indulgence is directing people to city officials the moment they open up. Sheâs done up in her nun getup with all her makeup on and her beard is fluffed and be-glittered and on point. âOh, I was here yesterday getting married myself, but today Iâm acting as your guide. Number 4 sweeties, and -Congradulatiooooons!-â
The guy behind the counter has been there since six. Itâs now 1:30. Heâs still giddy with joy. He counts our money. He takes our paperwork, reviews it, stamps it, sends off the parts he needs to, and hands the rest back to us. âAlright, go to the Rotunda, theyâll direct you to someone whoâll do the ceremony. Then, if you want the certificate, theyâll direct you to -that- line.â âCanât you just mail it to us?â âNormally, yeah, but the moment the courts shut us down, weâre not going to be allowed to.â
We take our paperwork and join the line to the Rotunda.
If youâve seen James Bond: A View to a Kill, youâve seen the San Francisco City Hall Rotunda. There are literally a dozen spots set up along the balconies that overlook the open area where marriage officials and witnesses are gathered and are just processing people through as fast as they can.
Thatâs for the people who didnât bring their own wedding officials.
Thereâs a Catholic-adjacent couple there who seem to have brought their entire families -and- the priest on the main steps. Theyâre doing the whole damn thing. Thereâs at least one more Rabbi at work, I canât remember what else. Just that there was a -lot-.
We get directed to the second story, northside. The San Francisco City Treasurer is one of our two witnesses. Our marriage officient is some other elected official I cannot remember for the life of me (and I'm only writing down what I can actively remember, so I can't turn to my husband next to me and ask, but he'll have remembered because that's what he does.)
I have a wilting lily flower tucked into my shirt pocket. My pants have water stains up to the knees. My hair is still wet from the rain, I am blubbering, and I canât get the ring on my husbandâs finger. The picture is a treat, I tell you.
There really isnât a word for the mix of emotions I had at that time. Complete disbelief that this was reality and was happening. Relief that weâd made it. Awe at how many dozens of people had personally cheered for us along the way and the hundreds to thousands whoâd cheered for us generally.
Then we're married.
Then we get in line to get our license.
Itâs another hour. This time, the line goes through the higher stories. Then snakes around and goes past the doorway to the mayorâs office.
Mayor Newsom is not in today. And will be having trouble getting into his office on Tuesday because of the absolute barricade of letters and flowers and folded up notes and stuffed animals and City Hall maps with black marked âTHANK YOU!âs that have been piled up against it.
We make it to the marriage records office.
I take a picture of my now husband standing in front of a case of the marriage records for 1902-1912. Numerous kids are curled up in corners sleeping. My own memory is spotty. I just know we got the papers, and then weâre done with lines. We get out, we head to the front entrance, and we walk out onto the City Hall steps.
It's almost 3PM.
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There are cheers, thereâs rice thrown at us, there are hundreds of people celebrating us with unconditional love and joy and I had never before felt the goodness that exists in humanity to such an extent. Itâs no longer raining, just a light sprinkle, but there are still no protestors. Thereâs barely even any news vans.
We make our way through the gauntlet, we get hands shaked, people with signs reading âCongratulations!â jump up and down for us. We hit the sidewalks, and we begin to limp our way back to the BART station.
Iâm at the BART station, weâre waiting for our train back south, and Iâm sitting on the ground leaning against a pillar and in danger of falling asleep when a nondescript young man stops in front of me and shuffles his feet nervously. âHey. I just- I saw you guys, down at City Hall, and I just⌠Iâm so happy for you. Iâm so proud of what you could do. Iâm- Iâm just really glad, glad you could get to do this.â
He shakes my hand, clasps it with both of his and shakes it. I thank him and he smiles and then hurries away as fast as he can without running.
Our train arrives and the trip south passes in a semilucid blur.
We get back to our car and climb in.
Itâs 4:30 and we are starving.
Thereâs a Carls Jr near the station that we stop off at and have our first official meal as a married couple. We sit by the window and watch people walking past and pick out others who are returning from San Francisco. We're all easy to pick out, what with the combination of giddiness and water damage.
We get home about 6-7. We take the dog out for a good long walk after being left alone for two days in a row. We shower. We bundle ourselves up. We bury ourselves in blankets and curl up and just sort of sit adrift in the surrealness of what weâd just done.
We wake up the next day, Tuesday, to read that the California State Supreme Court has rejected the petition to shut down the San Francisco weddings because the paperwork had a misplaced comma that made the meaning of one phrase unclear.
The State Supreme Court would proceed to play similar bureaucratic tricks to drag the process out for nearly a full month before they have nothing left and finally shut down Mayor Newsomâs marriages.
My parents had been out of state at the time at a convention. They were flying into SFO about the same moment we were walking out of City Hall. I apologized to them later for not waiting and my mom all but shook me by the shoulders. âNo! No one knew that theyâd go on for so long! You did what you needed to do! Iâll just be there for the next one!â
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It was just a piece of paper. Legally, it didnât even hold any weight thirty days later. My philosophy at the time was âmarriage really isnât that important, aside from the legal benefits. Itâs just confirming what you already have.â
But maybe itâs just societal weight, or ingrained culture, or something, but it was different after. The way I described it at the time, and Iâve never really come up with a better metaphor is, âItâs like we were both holding onto each other in the middle of the ocean in the middle of a storm. We were keeping each other above water, we were each otherâs support. But then we got this piece of paper. And it was like the ground rose up to meet our feet. We were still in an ocean, still in the middle of a storm, but there was a solid foundation beneath our feet. We still supported each other, but there was this other thing that was also keeping our heads above the water.
It was different. It was better. It made things more solid and real.
I am forever grateful for all the forces and all the people who came together to make it possible. Itâs been twenty years and weâre still together and still married.
We did a domestic partnership a year later to get the legal paperwork. Weâd done a private ceremony with proper rings (not just ones grabbed out of the husbandâs collection hours before) before then. And in 2008, we did a legal marriage again.
Rushed. In a hurry. Because there was Proposition 13 to be voted on which would make them all illegal again if it passed.
It did, but we were already married at that point, and they couldnât negate it that time.
Another few years after that, the Supreme Court finally threw up their hands and said "Fine! It's been legal in places and nothing's caught on fire or been devoured by locusts. It's legal everywhere. Shut up about it!"
And that was that.
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When I was in highschool, in the late 90s, I didnât expect to see legal gay marriage until I was in my 50s. I just couldnât see how the American public as it was would ever be okay with it.
I never expected to be getting married within five years. I never expected it to be legal nationwide before Iâd barely started by 30s. I never thought Iâd be in my 40s and itâd be such a non-issue that the conservative rabble rousers wouldâve had to move onto other wedge issues altogether.
I never thought that I could introduce another man as my husband and absolutely no one involved would so much as blink.
I never thought Iâd live in this world.
And itâs twenty years later today. I wonder how our line buddies are doing. Those babies who were running around the wide open rooms playing tag will have graduated college by now. The kids whose parents the one line-buddy was worried would see him are probably married too now. Some of them to others of the same gender.
I donât have some greater message to make with all this. Other then, culture can shift suddenly in ways you canât predict. For good or ill. Mainly this is just me remembering the craziest fucking 36 hours of my life twenty years after the fact and sharing them with all of you.
The future weâre resigned to doesnât have to be the one we live in. Society can shift faster than you think. The unimaginable of twenty years ago is the baseline reality of today.
And always remember that the people who want to get married will show up by the thousands in rain that none of those whoâre against it will brave.
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Synopsis. Making big, powerful boys break beg and follow your every whim? Easy!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, NĂEDY boys, making them whine, bondagĂŠ, creampĂes, GOJOâS POWERS, chokĂng Geto, use of âgood boyâ, cĂşmplay, spĂtting, making them CRY, MAJOR overstĂm, bĂŠgging (THEM), pĂşssy-slappĂng, oraI (fem receiving), face-rĂding, matĂng presses, dry hĂşmping, overspill, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k (whew)
A/N. Woke up nâ decided I wanna bully them so here we are. Have a lovely day <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - MR. AND MRS.
âP-please.â
âWhat was that?â
âFuck you-â
It was low - begging - and for the first time, you have that syrupy sweet privilege of hearing Tojiâs husky baritone break with such a whiny crack at the end.Â
Smugly, you swipe an index right across where your puffy pussy was straddling his poor, overworked cock. Collecting the saturated mess along his furious length - still so swollen with the sheer volume heâd been gushing out tonight. All the way up, up, up to that messy puddle of seed glistening all over his flinching abs. âThenâŚI guess mânot letting you cum inside, Toji. Again.â
âNo! No no no- oh.â Tojiâs burst of pained moans are cut off when you shove your fingers between his bruised lips. Dewy, green eyes rolling to the back of his head with each suck and slurp at their milky white sheen. âFuck- you little-â And despite how furious he sounds, you could feel the very tip of his fat head thicken, twitching a jagged pattern along your cervix. With a low growl, Toji narrows his gaze, biting down on your now-clean digits with his sharp canines, âI said- please, my girl.â
Just that simple plea has your boyfriendâs jaw clenching, teeth gritted so viciously at the way youâve been oh-so-coyly denying him the one thing heâs wanted for what feels like hours now.Â
âLouder.â your lips curl into a devilish grin, back arching in that perfect bow Toji loved so much. Only deepening the lingering rolls of your hips down his needy tip. âDidnât hear ya.â
âF-fuck.â Tojiâs throwing his head back, thick fingers coming down to splay out across your bent thighs. âCan you- please-â You could feel every minute flex of his muscled thighs when he efforts to buck your sloppy hips deeper - faster - down his fat cock. Only to be halted by ten mean fingernails of yours pinning him down by his curving pecs, â-please. Wanâ cum inside- let me cum inside goddammit, woman.â
Of course, you decide to tease him by slowing down your pace even more. Letting your sloppy pussy just stroll down every greedy inch of his dick. Trying to hold back your content giggle, âI dunnoâŚâ
And Toji thinks he could yell out in frustration, he thinks he could sob, âFuck- I said please. Pretty please? What more do you fucking want?â
He sounded so devastated. And you swear you could spy wet, bulbous tears at the corners of his long lashes, the familiar scar along his lips wobbling with such precious need.Â
âHmmââ youâre letting out such a sultry drag of your voice, taking so much of your sweet sweet time that Toji thinks heâs about to lose his mind. About to just flip your bratty self over and shove his thoroughly teased cock into you until you forget about that looming threat of not letting him paint your insides white. Fuck, the things he does for you-
âCall me your wife.â
Shit - Tojiâs darkened eyes widen at your little request, jaw hanging open in disbelief and-
âThatâs it?â he laughs - laughs. Rumbling out of his broad chest in a hoarse rasp, and those two strong arms of his tug down your limp body to kiss teasingly at your jutted-out lips. Slipping his hot tongue between the seams, âSâall because my hah- baby wanted to be my- my pretty lilâ wife. Well-â Any and every retort is fucked out of your mind when Tojiâs spearheading into your mushy g-spot with a harsh rut of his hips. â-what my wife wants, my wife gets.â
The bed is creaking with every riotous slam, smearing the velvety pool of cum even farther between your bodies. Sticking to you like a sloppy second skin, strings of lewd juices form and snap when his massive cock stretches your gummy walls until they gape.Â
âShit- shit shit shit, if I knew that was all you wanted-â youâre feeling the languid drag of Tojiâs happy trail scratch your throbbing clit. âPlease- I wouldâve been fucking my wife for s-so long now. Silly girl, sâall Iâve ever wanted- wouldâve begged, gotten on my knees-â
âHngh! Fuck-â youâre squealing when you feel him drip with even more saturated precum to coat your snug channel. One calloused palm of his coming between the two of your slick bodies to smear across the mess from his sweet highs, deftly angling them so that the rounded tips of his fingers are stuffing your leaky pussy with sloppy globs of his seed every time youâre slamming down.Â
âNow nowââ Itâs all you can do to gulp in heaving breaths to make your tone sound warning, but even that sounds too breathless - and both of you know it. Babbling away, â-donât get so cocky- might just- hah, change my mind, husband.â
And fuck. Oh fuck.Â
Your poor cunt just throbs when in a split-second, Tojiâs mouth slacks even further, wrenching out a guttural groan.Â
And then your gushing walls are milking out every ribbon of velvety cum that splurges into your tight pussy. Itâs so much - too much, painting your insides all white with his seed. Tojiâs gasping at the feeling of it sloshing around your elastic walls in slow, clingy swivels coating the both of you.Â
His breath hitches when he spies down at the obscenely white mess below, globs of his cum slobbering messily down your inner thigh. Fuck, heâs never - never - came before you. This was-
âThis better be a proposal, yâknow.â you hum in amusement. âOr it would be interesting that you came early just becaus-â
âThe fuck else would it be?â Tojiâs gruffing out, two warm hands gliding to grip onto the globes of your ass. Still irritated. Still embarrassed.Â
Ignoring your titter, he rams your teasing hips down with a sharp smack! like he was branding all five fingers onto your skin. Plugging your ravaged entrance shut with his weepy dick to stop even more of that thick, gushing cum from trickling out. You mewl when you feel his swelteringly wet tip quirk at the very bottom of your spongy cervix in interest, âNow be quiet and let me fuck you properly as my wife.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Hands-on interventionâŚ
âYou really are trying to get us fired, huh, my love?â heâs murmuring gently, âWhat do you think youâre doing this late, hm?â
Now, Nanami knew he shouldnât have taken on those extra documents, he knew he shouldâve been back home by now. Wrapped up in you and your cute gossip about what happened in your department today.
But here he was, sitting at his empty office. With you - stubborn as you are - straddling him like such a slut on top of his heavily manspread, muscular thighs, his favorite late-night snack. His coworker. His wife.Â
âI should hah- ask you the same thing, Ken.â youâre grinning, the sinfully tight satin of your skirt hiking up with each slow, teasing roll of your drooly cunt against his clothed erection. Itâs so messy. Your syrupy saturated slick mixing in with Nanamiâs steadily beading precum. âDidnât we both agree to no more late nights?â
Heâs heaving out a shaky sigh, running a warm hand up and down your arched spine, âI know, I know. I apologize.â
That frantically achy little pulse of your slick-glossed cunt on top of him told him that he wasnât forgiven just yet. And Nanami gulps - loosening that yellow, speckled tie of his with the tight bobbing of his Adamâs apple. Rich tone shaky - shuddering, even, âHow- how do you want me to make it up to you, darling?â
Youâre batting your lashes at his expansive mahogany desk. âWellâŚâ
Of course he shouldâve seen where this was going - with your high-heel-clad feet swiveling high in the air, digging into his broad shoulders. Stitches in your poor skirt popping and tearing with each bullying thrust your husbandâs planting on your ravaged in this tight mating press.Â
âK-Kenââ youâre letting out such a sickly sweet moan when his fat, weepy tip collides with the very bullseye of your sensitive g-spot. Your fingers work deftly to reach into your skirt pocket - pulling out that familiar tiny hot-pink bullet vibrator.
âWalkinâ around with that during work?â Nanami gasps, barely tearing his eyes away from that heavenly sight of your swollen pussy entrance wrapped around his girthy shaft. âSuch a dirty girl you-âÂ
âOh sânot for me.âÂ
And fuck, Nanami can only watch - can only gape his clenched jaw open when your devious fingers dip the feverishly shaky vibrator down, down, down to kiss so delicately at his thick hilt.Â
âOh!â His towering body wracks with a shiver, full, heavy balls clenching so tightly. Hammering his rawly aching cock so thoroughly into you, hips pistoning forwards with the carnal need for more more more- âWait- Fuck! M-my love?â
âYesâ?â youâre humming, low and sultry and oh Nanami already knows heâs gone. He can only pray he leaves with his sanity intact.Â
Splaying out two large hands on the sides of your head, the documents on top rustle in sync with those saturatedly hypnotic squelches echoing from your ravishing cunt. âIs this- sâthis oh, fuck- please.â Nanami screws his eyes shut when youâre holding down the device even harder onto his glistening shaft. âSâthis- is it- because I broke our hah- promise?â
âMaybe.â youâre breathing out into his panting mouth. So enveloped by his weighty figure that it was almost difficult to work your little magic. âMaybe I just got tired of waitinâ around for you to finish overtime, Ken.â
âPlease!â
Over and over. That tiny spark is enough to have him barrelling back into your dripping wetness with reckless abandon.Â
Heâs so utterly ruined - glasses sliding down his high nose-bridge, thighs quivering with sensitive need. And you could just feel every fresh wave of heated precum painting your cunt in a glossy new coat. âFuck- tell me please. Please, darling, mâbegging.â
âPromise me no more overtime.â Youâre grinning, fingers still steady tracing his most sensitive spots.Â
âP-promiseâŚâ
âNâ to always hurry home to me?â
âI promise! I promise- promise to always come home- to you- always. Please-â heâs startling you with a soft pad of his thumb rolling over your neglected clit. Such a low, broken keen leaving him at when you start drawing harsh, methodical circles on the sensitive spots along his length. âN-no more overtime. Please please please- feels too good- what do I do- what-â
Ah, success looked so pretty.
Nanamiâs eyes were already so watery, stern lips trembling with little apologies about ânever workinâ overtime again.â So uncharacteristically disheveled in a way that makes your mouth water.
âShit-â you hiss when that pointed nub of the vibrator accidentally hits your widely stretched-out pussy. The velvety cling of your walls making him hiss furiously. Disrupting, fat tip nudging all those crevices along your snug channel. âHah- donât think Iâd let you off so-â
Before you can react, heâs hiking a long leg up on the desk to angle his crashes with scary accuracy. Just colliding against your bulbous g-spot with no hesitation. Pushing, with the very edge of his weepy tip - far, so far that you could scream.
Over and over and over- So elastically stretching out your snug hole to your limits to take him in all his long, throbbing entirety.Â
âFuck- fuck fuck I know, I know.â Heâs alternating between long, rough strokes to shove you further and further up the cool desk, and shallow lingering grinds to mold your pretty walls to the exact form of his swollen shaft. âIâll do anything- anything, please just- cum.â
It only takes a few more calculated pistons of his hips, and a touchy, teasing smack! onto your weepy cunt before youâre crashing headfirst into your orgasm. Cumming all around his wildly twitching shaft, your velvety walls just mending all around the shape of his pretty cock. Your toes curl, back arching into such a bowing bend. And in the split-second your grip weakens, Nanamiâs seizing that hot pink devil in your hand.
âF-fuck wait-â you squeal at at familiar bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt echoing across the filled-out walls of your cunt. Squeezing inside the tight fit where Nanamiâs fat shaft was nestling, tremoring so deliciously against each and every one of your sweet spots. Stuffing you full. âWhat-â
âDonât forget - youâre working overtime, too, my love.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - No need for air
âF-fuuuck, gorgeous.â Getoâs melodic moan makes your cunt throb, a fresh gush of your sweet sweet juices slobbering down to where he was slapping your puffed-up clit with his fat head. The angry divot of his tip smacking up once, twice onto the too-sensitive nub.Â
âSo fuckinâ wet fâme-â he whispers from behind, gliding a thumb across the glossy sheen trickling down from the corners of your slit. The sight of his glistening fingers makes him bare you with such a crazed, feral grin, feeding you inch by fucking in languid, bullying rams. â-almost makes me forget the hand around my throat.â
At this, your nails are digging in even deeper around the pale, long column of his throat. Leaving neat, red indents that stand out. And you swear you could spy his leering grin grow even wider at that sinful sting.Â
âWhat about it, Sugu?â youâre grinning over your shoulder. Gasping for air at how relentlessly he was trying to squeeze his fat shaft through that tight, glossy ring of muscle.Â
Each drag of his throbbing shaft has your fingers tightening more around his throat. Making Geto feel so woozy and lightheaded with each little grind into the glistening channel past your puffy folds. âHeh, really like fuck- it rough like this, huh?â A low groan drags at the back of his throat when you start pushing your limp hips back in a jerky little cadence to try and meet his. âShit- shit shit shit sâtoo good. Youâre suckinâ me up so tight sâalmost hard to fuck into ya. Almost makes me wanna-â
âCum inside?âÂ
This earns you a punishing smack! on your bulging cunt, cool metallic rings of his burning into your skin. So sopping wet and struggling to expand your gummy walls around his expanding girth. Drawing out a dark chuckle from the depths of his chest, âReal funny, gorgeous. You and I both hah- know sâjusâ your hngh! cockdrunk mind talking.â
âNoooââ youâre tugging him in a desperate, vice-like grip to crash your lips against his. Whining against his lips, âSânot. Really really want you to cum inside, Sugu. Fâme - please? Like a good boy?âÂ
It was a little slip of your tongue - really - and you didnât expect anything more than another teasing slap to your cunt, maybe even a joke at your expense.
But what you didnât expect was for the sloppy cadence of Getoâs hips to falter just a bit. Youâre turning your head just in time to catch that glassy, far-away look in his eyes, jaw slacking open to let out a shocked gasp. You hear a sharp pop! from his toned hips before theyâre surging forwards to barrel your poor cunt with every weighty inch of his girth.Â
Over- and over and over- One large hand of his is catching around yours to squeeze - warningly. Letting out a strangled, âG-gorgeousâŚâ
Oh?Â
Brows quirking, youâre batting your lashes so syrupy slow, âAre you gonna be my good boy, Sugu? Make me a momma?â
Another lewd push and pull, having you bouncing back on Getoâs sharp hipbones with such loud smacks! of skin-on-skin. Ringing into the humid, heady air and wracking his body with almost-painful shivers.Â
âF-fuckââ Heâs struggling to find the words - to even think with his melty mess of a mind. Such a delicate blush burns at Getoâs scowling cheeks when youâre facing him with a surprised grin - one he hides by latching his lips onto the crook of your neck, hiding away the smile threatening at his plump lips. âGod- youâre gonna be the death of me. Donât you fuckin-â
Your firm grip grows even firmer, resolving to him choking in large, breathy exhales. âGood boy.â Craning your arm around deftly to cup his pretty cheek. âYouâre gonna do what I say, right?â
Shit, he was a goner.
It has the same effect, and once again, your big bad boyfriend is reduced back into a whiny mess. Heâs planting two strong legs on the drenched silken sheets to fully fuck his bullying cock all the way into the back of your plushy pussy.Â
Usually sharp tongue so heavy and slurring. Babbling out little pleas into the rhymically jiggling valley of your breasts - âOhhh yes- yes yes yes please let me- wanna- mâyour good boy, right? Let me cum inside, hngh shit! Wanâ you to take it- ah- a-all, make you a momma.âÂ
He lets out wet, feverish pants when you drag him close enough to moan that dangerous little word into his mouth. âPlease? Please let me?â Geto nuzzles his cheek into your soft palm, heady movements so slow. Syrupy - like he was moving through molasses. And itâs like he doesnât even realize what heâs doing when heâs popping one of your fingers into his mouth. Delicate pink lips looking so pretty - depraved - wrapped around your ring finger. âWanna knock you up- hah marry you.â His eyes roll to the back of his head, âPut a ring on this finger- nâ a baby in ya pretty pussy.â
Meeting that increasingly ruthless cadence by fucking back to memorize each thumping ridge, each prominent vein along his girthy shaft. Twitching. Angry. Heâs nodding - nodding so feverishly - tears crinkling glisteningly at the corners of his lids. âPlease- please call me that again. Let me make you a momma, please.â
You donât get to hear the rest of his sentence, because it only takes a few more solid, thorough swallows of his rummaging cock before heâs speechless. So fucking pussydrunk he canât piece together anything but your name followed by a slurred-out string of profanities. Close. Too close.Â
Staring into Getoâs heavy, half-lidded gaze, you whisper such a saccharine sweet, âThen, cum inside fâme like a good boy, Sugu.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âCrybaby.â
Itâs by the second orgasm that Choso feels a bit jittery, thighs quivering uncontrollably, chest heaving up and down in pained, ragged little gasps.Â
Itâs by the fourth that Choso feels nervous, he trusts you - of course, he does, youâre his sweet girl after all - and yet he canât help that churning heat in his pulse. Heavy balls squeezing weakly with each glide of your soft palm down his red, achingly stimulated length.Â
Itâs only by the fifth that Choso is sobbing, big fat tears trailing down to his glossy lips. Such a rosy red and bitten in worry, hips fucking up in jagged, mindless little grinds. Oh, it takes everything in Choso to not cling on desperately to your feverish hand right now - dwarfed by his sheer girth, so glossy with a thick sheen of precum - yet still dragging up and down relentlessly. Treating him like some toy.Â
âBabyââ your beloved boyfriendâs wet gasp catches in his throat when you swivel a curious thumb underneath his sensitive slit. Letting a fresh gush of his saturated precum glisten down to your wrist. âBaby baby baby- please. P-please, I donât think I can- ngh- give yâanymore.â
âI think you can.â your leveled hum cuts through his frantic pleas. âDonât you think? After all, you were so happy getting off to my panties like this, werenât you? Ruining them?â
Itâs like the very memory of his shameful act has Choso fucking his jerky hips up into your soft touch, arching his muscled back into a beautiful curve on your soaked bedsheets. Oh, how embarrassed he felt - how shameful, being caught in the very act by you, fingers deep in your panty drawer.Â
Despite his very obvious need, heâs shaking his barely-lucid head. Damp, dark tresses sticking to his sweat-glossed forehead, curtaining those glassy eyes. Slurring out, âFuck! Please mâsorry mâsorry I donât think- canât-â
So deceivingly innocently, youâre batting your lashes in a way that has his massive girth jolting ferally in your hand, âBut thatâs all I really want, Cho~?â
â...â
Leaning down, Choso could feel your mean smirk against his hotly flushed skin. Dragging up his salty trail of tears, kissing so gently meanwhile your next words made him think heâd pass out. Sultry, and whispered right against the shell of his ear, âThen we better make this last one count, right?â
âAh!â heâs yelping, large hands scrambling for the sheets - the headboard - you when you seat yourself so prettily on his splayed-out lap. Greedy cunt feeding into every long, solid inch of his achy cock in an easy glide. It felt so good - it hurt so good. Fuck, he thinks heâs gonna- Â â-die.â Choso rasps, jittery hands coming to rest at your waist. âThink mâgonna die- gonna- fuck fuck fuck-â
You didnât even have to think of moving, yet - because all it takes is for Chosoâs gushy tip to be swallowed up by your snug channel - the slightest taste of heaven, the slightest squeeze - before youâre being slammed down onto the plush mattress.
Breath puffing out of your lungs, gasping at the sheer stretch when your dangling legs are being thrown over Chosoâs broad shoulders. Wrapping tight into a vice-like grip when he folds you in half, down, down, down into the meanest mating press you didnât think either of you capable of.
But rationality was the last thing on Chosoâs mind, right now.Â
âBabyââ heâs hissing, fully sheathed inside your dripping cunt to that thick hilt of his. He gulps at the stars bursting behind his lids with each slow, lingering grind. Nuzzling into your touch, âBaby, canât b-believe youâve ahh- brought me to this state. Mâsorry hah- please forgive me.â
And you almost feel bad - that is, until Chosoâs swiping his fat tip against your spongy cervix. Still feeling every single pads of your fingers burning down his raw shaft every time your puffy cunt milks him tight. Heâs jutting in jerky, unmethodical little humps - feeling less human than just sheer need.Â
âW-well-â youâre gasping, when he gives such a ruthless smash into your bruisingly bulging g-spot. Bonelessly, you wrap your arms around his pale neck, tugging him in so close. A full-body shudder wracks through his entire body when you crane your glossy lips up to bite down on his ear lobe, â-how about you cum fâme again to make up for those three limited edition panties you stole.â
His jaw falls even more slack at your little sentence, a shiny trail of drool dripping from the corners of his ravaged lips.Â
âBaby, please.â heâs hissing, moving pistoning even sloppier into you as if on autopilot. A cracking ah! ah! ah! leaves Chosoâs mouth at every bullying crash against your g-spot, every dizzying thrust. âAnything else. Please please-â
Through his blurry vision, the blood roaring in his ears, Choso could make out your soft suckling kiss against his slack lips. âCum fâme, Cho.â
Maybe itâs that honeyed little nickname, maybe the way the curve of your thumb glides away his mess of syrupy saliva. Or maybe it was the way your velvety walls come to form around him so tight - squeezing almost meanly. Once. Twice.Â
Choso doesnât know - nor does he fucking care right now.
âF-fuck I canât believe-â his eyes snap so comically wide open, letting out such a long, drawn-out drawl of your name. Hips stuttering to smack forwards, â-mâcumming- shit, it hurts- it feels so good. Mâcumming mâcumming-â
Choso cums - in ghosting, wispy streams of almost-translucent fluid. Withering out into nothing, until his poor, overworked cock is spurting out just blank heavals. Cumming dry, the only signs of him fucking you through his high being that shaking in his thighs, that frantic twitching of his shaft - flinching to nudge into each dripping sweet spot inside you.Â
And his broken, pleading cries, âFuck- mâbuying you the hah- wh-whole store. Fuck- please, baby just-â Nudging his sobbing cock even deeper to brand at your cervix, â-just one more.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - TASTE
âYou little-â
âWhat?â youâre leering down at the great Ryomen Sukuna. Pink locks splayed out across the decadent silk sheets, pretty face framed so perfectly by your thighs. âCat got your tongue?â
âNot quite.â his long, rosy tongue licks a strip up your exposed skin. All the way up from about midway at your inner thigh to just the edges of your drippingly wet panties. Syrupy sweet, and see-through with all your juices. âYou really think this is gonna make me say sorry for uh-â
You have to stifle a low laugh when Sukuna cuts himself off with a ragged hitch of his breath. Sharp, cursed eyes widening - just a fraction - honing in to let his greedy tongue loll out. It takes him only a split-second to catch that droopy ooze of your slick, beading through your sopping slit and right onto the middle of his tastebuds.Â
âMmm-â heâs licking that lewd little gloss all over his lips without even a shred of abashedness. âWhere- uh where were we, brat?â
Without warning, youâre lacing your fingers through his surprisingly soft strands. Pulling - hard enough to make him groan - until the tip of Sukunaâs nose was just kissing at the lacy mound of your cunt.Â
âI believeâŚâ youâre smirking at the way thatâs all it takes for him to slide the thick seam of his tongue between the thin fabric of your panties. Red - to match his eyes. Not wasting even a second when he lets your honeyed sweet cunt drool all the way down to the back of his throat. âNot gonnna make him say sorryâ your ass. â-you were in the middle of apologizing for forgetting our little dinner date.â
You donât think he hears you - you donât even think he breathes. Because with one, final shuddering breath puffed out onto your quivering pussy, Sukuna is meshing his lips with yours in such a messy kiss. Fast, thirsty. Clashing against your swollen folds, slurping past your flimsy excuse of panties to latch around your throbbing clit. Heâs hollowing out his cheeks to give them harsh, methodical little sucks.Â
âShit- mmpf- fuck I always forget how sweet you are.â heâs rasping, two large hands coming up to spread the globes of your ass. Pushing you up, up, up to slobber all your saturated slick down the lower half of his face - his cheekbones. âCâmon now, ride my nose- hah, use me with this cute cunt like you always do.â
Fuck, was it tempting. And it takes everything in you to tug away his salivating mouth with a loud squelch! And if you didnât know any better, youâd have said that the infamous king of curses let out a whine - a whine - watching those delicate strings of spit and slick snap away when you hoist yourself off his greedy mouth. Â
âWhat the fuck, woman?â
âI told you, Kuna.â you whine out, as scoldingly as you can. Wrangling against those big beefy arms trying to desperately pull you back down, âYou hafta apologize.â
Youâre teetering precariously when Sukunaâs entire chest rumbles with a groan, eyes rolling so sassily. âWhat did you want me to do?â he clicks his tongue. Baring you with such dangerous fangs that glisten with your juices in the dim light. âHad to kill off some scum curses, sânot my fault. Mânot apologizing for- shit-â
Any and every retort is knocked out of his mean mouth at that heavenly sight of you running your trembly fingers between your puffed-up pussy lips. Pushing past your panties to run them up and down where your dripping wet cunt needed you most.Â
âOh?â youâre quirking a brow at how transfixed he was. Following that shuddering gulp when you roll your neglected clit between two fingers. âCat got your tongue now?â
His jaw slacks open when youâre teasing your winking hole, glossed-up and already so pliant with where Sukuna had just dipped the edge of his soft tongue inside. His mouth waters at the memory, âIââ
âOr is it that you just donât hah-â youâre arching your back even more to give him the perfect view. Fingers getting a bit more frenzied, circling around the very edge of that ring of muscle the way you knew he loved to do. â-want this-â Whining out, â-Kunaâ?â
That was it.
âFuck, sit-â Sukunaâs gritting out through clenched teeth. And when youâre only stagnating and hovering tempestuously in front of him, he wraps all four large arms around the small of your waist. â-fucking sit, woman.âÂ
Youâre squealing at the force of his inhuman strength, dragging you down unceremoniously onto his awaiting mouth. With this, heâs spitting on your cunt. Once. Twice. Three whole times to add to the glistening gloss that collected down your folds.Â
âMâsorry, see?â he goads pridefully. Oh, if anyone heard the cruel king of curses apologizing like this, theyâd faint. Giving the fat of your ass a branding smack! Hard enough that he could feel all five bumps of his sweltering fingers on your skin. âFuckinâ little- oh- spoiled little-â But Sukuna canât even finish his sentence - canât even think about it with his mind so saturated. Hot tongue mashing in to swerve and drag across those sweet spots hidden at your plushy walls. âSaid mâsorry, sâthis good enough for you?â
Your pussy such a sopping wet mess that Sukuna canât help but kiss again. And again. And again and again and- âSee mâsorry. Mâso, so sorry- fuck just never take this pretty pussy away from me, little brat.âÂ
And now youâre sure he lets out a whimper - raspy, and a few octaves higher than his usual baritone. So deep now that he was just cinching your pulsing clit across his sharp nose. Murmuring, âStop laughing- can feel ya shaking- before I cancel our dinner reservation for tomorrow. Mârenting out the whole fuckinâ restaurant, so ya better give me my fill.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Bed chem.
âIt wonât-â If you didnât know any better, youâd say that the great Gojo Satoru was pleading right now. Praying. Voice shot, pretty pink lips wobbly, pale hand raw and red from tugging on those fluffy handcuffs. Heâs pouting, âWonât work.â
He was so picture-perfect, restrained tight to the headboard with those customized handcuffs youâd ordered. Blinking his weepy, blue eyes droopily, slurring words that were all bark and no bite.Â
Youâre rolling your eyes, giving his spit-glossed lips a lingering little peck, âDidnât think you were such a pussy, Toru?â
âF-fuck who are you calling a-â It makes your cunt absolutely drip with a fresh wave of honeyed juices when you give his sensitively overworked shaft another thorough glide of your drooling walls. Meshing your pussy lips with the very hilt of his angry, red cock. âPlease- fuck when youâre riding me like that, sweetheart.â heâs yanking frantically on those restraints as if to hold onto your feverishly gliding body. âThink- hngh! Think I really will explode-â
âOh?â youâre cutting through his babbles, eyes flitting over his powerful arms, those glassy eyes that just seemed to glow in the dim bedroom lighting. âI knew I wasnât seeing things, so you do think that- ah- your powers are linked to you-â
Your thoughts are spiraling into a gooey mess when Gojoâs uncontrollably strengthened thighs leverage themselves on the silken mattress to just rut up into your squelching pussy.Â
âJusâ wanna see, Toru.â youâre huffing, reaching a hand behind your ruthless hips to palm at his painfully squeezing balls. Rolling the soft pad of your thumb over the curve of their straining texture - just the way he liked it, âWanâ you to cum fâme. Just wanna see.â
âUsing all your dirty tricks-â heâs spitting, mouth sagging open to let you plant a few somewhat apologetic kisses down Gojoâs face. âI canât-â Another harsh buck of his hips, and with such a loudly pornographic mewl heâs bullying his overwhelmed cock up, up, up to swerve into your neverendingly sloppy staccato - right into your sweet spots. âFine- fucking fine- hah- use me. Use me for whatever- just, please. Fuck I just wanna cum- pleaseââ
Youâre very quickly realizing that those handcuffs can do nothing to restrain Gojo Satoru. In fact, the only reason theyâre still on him unscathed was purely out of indulging in your cute little play.Â
Gifting you with such a sexily cocksure grin he tries to mask away his furious flush, his trembling voice with, âN-no, mânot a- hngh! Mânot some grade 4 sorcerer. Iâm the fuuuck- strongest, why would my powers go out of control when I cum- fuck-
Gojoâs blabbering mouth is cut off with each gripping slide down his achy cock. Molding your plushy walls to each of his eager twitches, so fucking massive that you had to balance your hands on your boyfriendâs broad deltoids to even have him reach each hidden deep spot inside you.Â
It makes him throw his head back, it makes him cry out, it makes him whine.Â
And it only takes a few more churning strokes of Gojoâs hips, a few more critical mashes into the spongy bullseye of your g-spot before youâre cumming. So hard that you donât even realize it at first.Â
Gojo does, though - of course, he does - fighting back against the velvety cling of your cunt to fuck you into the desk so deeply. So purposefully that he can almost feel every indented bruise of his fat tip hitting against your slick cervix, your bouncy g-spot. Wave after wave having you milking the fucking soul out of him and-
âFuck mâgonna-â heâs whining, hips stuttering upwards like theyâre pained to pull back from your heavenly pussy. If even just to thrust his greedy length all the way back in. Gojoâs breaths come out in ragged pants, chest heaving up and down. Somehow, the hairs on your body raise, and you can feel that familiar tension of pressurized atoms. âCanât hah- last much longer. Fuck- please. Mâclose- gonna cum gonna-â
That sobbing little divot at the end of his angry, thick head just bursts with thick, long ribbons upon ribbons of sloshing white cum. Gliding across every inch of your tight pussy, coating all your insides in a creamy color that was so Gojo.Â
Itâs so much - dripping down the corners of your bulging slit in oozing little dredges, making such a mess of your rapidly overfilling cunt. Almost too much - it felt like you could explode.Â
Youâre almost missing that familiar little flash of blue lightning at the corner of Gojoâs pussydrunk eyes. Glowing and almost falling shut with just how fucking good it felt to have your milky cunt sloshing full of his seed. The thought- the thought makes him-
Youâre gasping when the lamp by your sloppy bed starts flickering so dangerously, once. Twice. Before bursting into tiny shards that flick at the both of you - only to be stopped, falling to the surrounding blankets just a few centimeters short like they were hit by an invisible wall.
âT-Toruââ the sound of your voice makes something in Gojoâs heating body raise its dark, feral head. And he only wrenches out of those pathetic handcuffs to wrap two big, strong arms around your waist. Face burying into your skin, fucking up into you over and over and-
CREAK!Â
The bed groans at his rough cadence, so loud even over the dragging wooden noises of some of the furniture nearby inching forward like they were briefly tugged by some magnetizing force - Gojo.Â
Bingo.
And itâs like something snaps because youâre jolted with a sharp spark of electricity. White-hot pleasure blissing down your entire limp body, and suddenly your high feels like itâs being repeated over and over and-
âHey- hey, sweetheart?â Gojoâs voice sounds so far away. Lazily, your heavy lids blink back your vision - when did it even become hazy? â...yâknow how every science experiment has about five trials?â
â...â
A/N. I donât want to write a longer version of Gojoâs but the demons in me want to write a longer version of GojoâsâŚ
Plagiarism not authorized.
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âđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđâ đđđđđđđđ !â
âhow the jjk men punish you
ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, nanami, sukuna
cw: smut, overstimulation, choking, recording, degradation, praise, spanking, edging, toy use, mommy kink, daddy kink, squirting, crying, double penetration
đđđđ âŽ
Gojoâs a pleasure giver. But he canât help it if pleasure turns to pain. So when you make him real mad, what else to do but to fuck you till youâre crying. Shaking, begging him to give you a break. Pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your aching cunt with no remorse.
âP-pleasee Sat-oruuu, âm sorry-yy.â you cried with a hiccup. âI canât t-take it. âM close again and i-it hurts.â
âItâs all your fault baby. Couldnât just be a good girl fâ me now could you?â Landing a harsh slap to your overly sensitive clit making you mewl loudly.
You were a mess. Your cheeks stained black from the running of your mascara. The sides of your swollen red lips filled with drool at your constant cries.
A choked scream escaped your lips when Gojo reached down to rub your clit. Your hands flying to his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand away. âToruuuâ uh uh, âs too s-sensitive,â you sobbed. Your boyfriend scowling as his other hand wrapped tightly around your throat.
âUnless you want your punishment to be worse, you better behave.â he growled out into your ear. You whimpered as you let go of him, the pace of his thrusts speeding up along with the movement of his fingers. âThere we go, good girl.â he cooed.
The coil in your stomach was painfully ready to snap. Your eyes rolling back for what felt like the millionth time and your sobs becoming one with your moans as your body shook. Your pussy clenched down hard on his cock as you squirted, Gojoâs hand rubbing messily at the wetness between your folds.
Gojo laughed darkly, âSeven outa seven times youâve squirted huh, three more to go and iâm at a new high score.â Lifting you onto your hands and knees despite your tear filled whines of âno more.â
đđđđ âŽ
Getoâs pretty mean sometimes. When he gets mad he loves to humiliate you. Fucking your throat with a camera in your face, calling you the most degrading names. Then making you watch it when youâre done and threatening to make it public if you ever disobey him again.
âSay hi to the camera slut. Tell them how much of a stupid fucking girl youâve been,â
You only whine in response, your eyes welling with tears as Geto pushed your head further down on his cock. A loud gag sounding from your throat as your nose pressed against his pubic region, your nails digging into his thighs as you ran out of oxygen.
You let out a gasp for air when Geto roughly pulls your face back up, the camera zoomed into your spit coated chin, your flushed cheeks, and your glassy eyes. His palm landing on your cheek in a hard slap with the sinister tilt of his head. â Ready to tell them why youâre here like this?â
You hiccuped, biting your lip at the sting flowing through your face. ââM a bad girl who doesnât obey instructions.â you whimpered, looking up through wet lashes as Geto smirked down at you. âAnd âs my fault âm getting punished.â
âGood girl.â Going back to fucking into your parted lips, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he brought himself to release. Pulling you off of him and spilling his cum all over your face. âNow smile for the camera.â
And you did as told, giving the camera a small smile as the thick white substance dripped onto your exposed chest.
đđđđđđ âŽ
Spanks you till your ass is red. Making you count each one and starting again every time you pulled away or reached back to grab his wrists.
âFort-yy,â you cried, your ass sore as your boyfriend soothed his hands into your flesh. A smile on his face as he nodded in approval. âYou did well.â
Then to ârewardâ you heâs stuffing his cock into you, fucking you sweet and slow till youâre moaning his name. Your head falling back at the feeling of his fingers on your clit.
He fucks you just how he knew you liked it. Until your moans were getting louder and your legs started to tremble. âAhhâ Kentoo, âm close,â
Only to smirk down at you when he kissed down your neck, stilling his movements and pulling out of you as you clenched round nothing.
âSorry sweetheart, bad girls donât get forgiven that easily.â Walking away from you and leaving you whining with need. Your poor cunt in desperate need of a release.
Nanamiâs expression doesnât change when you beg him to finish the job. Sitting down and sipping his coffee as you attempted to rut your clit against his thigh. âK-kentoo please.â
âIf you make yourself cum you get forty more.â he warned, watching as you whimpered pleadingly up at him. Your lips forming into a pout when he ignored you âYouâre s-so mean.â
âShouldâve thought about that before you disobeyed me.â
đđđđ âŽ
Tojiâs even meaner side comes out when heâs angry, and he loves making you cum till you pass out. But not with his cock.
He leaves you tied to his bed, a gag in your mouth and your hands and legs bound to each corner of its frame. A vibrator strapped to your sensitive clit with a smaller one in you against your g spot.
âW-wait daddy donât goâ pl-ease donât leave me like this.â you cried, the older man only smiling before gagging you again, waving goodbye before exiting the house.
The toys pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your poor body, your chin covered in your spit and tears. You couldnât even feel your legs as they trembled, muffled screams falling past your lips as your pussy gushed onto the bed, again.
Your body spasmed, eyes shut tight as you attempted to pull your hips away from the vibrations on your clit. A defeated sob sounding in your throat when you were stopped by your restraints.
At least two hours went by, and your entire body was numb, your eyes struggling to stay open and your breathing heavy as you continued to swallow your tears.
When Toji gets home youâre already gone, the sheets underneath you soaked as you lay limp in the position he left you. Your legs still quivering with your wetness flowing uncontrollably out of your red, swollen cunt.
Toji smirked to himself, that should have taught you a lesson.
đđđđđđ âŽ
When you make Sukuna mad, he stuffs you full past your limit. âKunaâ donât think it can fit. âS too much.â
âYou better fucking take it. Since you wanna be so bad, iâll make it fit.â Bullying both his cocks into your tight cunt, stretching you wide as he bottomed out in you.
You sobbed loudly, nails digging into his arms as you adjusted around his thick girth. Your head fuzzy and your tears not stopping as he chuckled darkly into your ear. âThere you go.â
His hand reaching to wrap around your neck as he forced you to take him deep, your lips parted in silent choked mewls at the fullness. Youâre letting out loud cries when he started bouncing you on him, his grin never falling as he thrusted up. Groaning deeply at how hard you tightened down on him.
When you get used to the sting youâre a moaning mess, your head thrown back as you filled the room with your noise. Legs trembling as Sukunaâs cocks both rubbed against your gummy walls.
âF-fuckkkâ Kuna âm close.â
Sukuna scoffed. âThis is a punishment, ya really think i���d let you cum?â he laughed loudly, eyes darkening as he tightened his grip on your throat. âThink again.â
Speeding up his pace until you were screaming, the coil in your stomach painfully ready to snap as you let your tears fall. âPl-ease Kunaa. Needa cumm.â
âYeah? Does my girl wanna cum that bad?â watching as you nodded with a whimper, pressing a hot kiss behind your ear. âWant me to let you cum?â
âY-esâ please.â
âAww, well thatâs too bad, if you cum youâll never feel any of my cocks in you again.â he warned. A broken whine escaping your throat as your toes curled. You definitely wouldnât last.
đđđđđ âŽ
Choso is nine out of ten the one under you. But sometimes you make him really mad. And he punishes you the way he knows best.
His fingers on your clit as he lapped up your wetness, his face drenched in your slick and his eyes hazy at your taste. Your hands tied to the headboard above you as you tried to close your legs.
Choso whined into you. âBehave mommyâ you always make me take my punishments, time for you to take yours.â His muffled voice against your flesh sending vibrations through your clit.
âCh-osoâ baby, you know am sorry, thatâs enough.â you cried, your legs shaking as he sucked on your sensitive clit. âChoso,â you whimpered, âplease baby- mommy canât take it.â
He smiled widely, âThatâs the point.â His hands hooking even tighter around your thighs. âPlus,â he groaned, âYou taste sooo good.â Curling his tongue into your hole as you clenched down with a mewl.
âGonna cum again mommy? Cum all over my face? Your pussyâs so sloppy.â he moaned, messily fucking you into you with his tongue. Your cries loud as you screamed his name incoherently.
Moaning as your sweet pussy gushed into his mouth, swallowing it down with a satisfied moan as he felt himself cum in his sweats. Again.
ââM almost done mommyâ promise.â he chuckled.
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LIKE THAT !
â their favorite positions feat. kento nanami, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna.
WARNINGS. fem reader (she/her), v penetration, toys (vibrator, butt plug), slight overstim, switch nanami, boobjob, sub cho, pssy job, choking, mean kuna (duh) kunas tongue hands note: hiiiii this is my first post on here! im nervous but vv excited to be starting a blog. feedback + reblogs are greatly appreciated! also sorry if my characterization is off ;( ty and enjoyyyy ᥣđŠ
KENTO NANAMI & MISSIONARY â âbaby, let me look at you. wanna watch you take itâ + âthatâs it, my gorgeous girl. stick your tongue out. so cute when you go dumbâ
no matter how hard he tries, nanami always finds himself cumming too fast. embarrassed, heâll nuzzle into the side of your neck, flushed nose bridge dusting your sensitive skin as his milky cum spills into your warm pussy. long, fluffy, blonde lashes curl up when he screws his eyes shut at the overwhelming feeling of your gummy walls and heâs praying you donât hear how pathetic he sounds whining, or feel the way he shakes and trembles being sucked dry by his sweet girl.
on the other hand, nanami also found that when he fucks you from the frontâ his hand wrapped tightly around the base of your ankle, the other holding your favorite vibrator against your puffy clit, you cum too fast. your back arching so prettily for him as he forces your shaky thighs apart so he can keep fucking into you through your high.
he only finds pleasure in yours, so naturally it becomes his favorite position.
plus, he loves to watch your pretty tits bounce with every deep strokeâ your face contorting, jaw slacking at the feeling of his thick cock stretching your pussy out as he does so, so well.
áŻ
âdonât look away, keep those pretty eyes on me,â nanamiâs hair is mussed, eyelids drooping low almost completely covering his brown irises. his flushed ears swallow the filthy, filthy sounds that you make at the feeling of his fat veiny, cock dragging against your sticky walls. theyâre pornstar-esque and your hips buck up at the constant vibration against your poor abused clit. body growing limp, eyes fogging over, rolling backâ
âuhn uh baby, look at meâ
you do as youâre told: whimpering out a breathy, âyes sirâ the air in the room is heavy, a thin layer of sweat sticks in your body, and nanamiâs musky scent envelops you as you write underneath him. âmy baby feels good? feels good when i fill your pussy up, hm?â
tears start slipping down the apples of your burning cheeks as you nod sheepishly. heâs rolling his hips, making you feel all of him at every angle.
your clear slick drips down his heavy balls and heâs gritting his teeth, strokes turning sporadic because fuck heâs getting close, âyeah my messy girl, show me how good it feels. let me fucking feel it.â
TOJI FUSHIGURO & BOOBJOBS â âyou look so pretty with my dick between your tits like thatâ + âkeep fucking goin. gonna paint that face. know you love it when i do, my dirty girlâ
tojiâs hands are always, always glued to your boobs. sometimes he jokes he canât even sleep without sliding his hands underneath the hem of your shirt so he can grope and pinch at your tits. theyâre just so soft and pretty, he thinks. especially when your nipples harden against his warm tongue, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive buds.
the first time you gave him a boobjob, he felt dizzy. it was too good. so warm, so soft. his leaky cock slipping between your smooth mounds with every quick jerk of his hips.
he gets so sensitive. vocal, too.
áŻ
âfeels so good when you push them together like that fuck baby,â tojiâs chest heaves as he groans, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your pillowy tits embracing him, taking him in so sweetly, âspit on itâ
youâre looking up at him through long lashes with big heart eyes, giggling before you purse your plump lips, dipping your head to let a fat glob of foamy spit fall onto his tip. it glides down over the slit of his cockâ âshitâ before sliding onto your chest making his head spin, a long string of curse words sounding under his breath.
âcum for me tojâ want it all over meâ your tongue pokes out to lick and lap at the salty pre oozing out his reddened head.
âyouâre so fucking dirty,â his chest heaves some moreâ body jerking, his toned abs flexing. then there it is, that fucking smirk. the scar on his lips jumps up following the change in his expression.
âask me sâmore. i might give you what you want, but only if you beg for it. fuckinâ drain it out of me, dollâ
CHOSO KAMO & COWGIRL â âride me baby, please. love when you bounce on meâ + âyou're too pretty shit. make me cum so fast m'sorryâ
you are chosoâs first everything. he had never been in a relationship before you and he doesnât plan on leaving, so youâll be his last as well.
the first time you two were intimate, you took your time with him, pressing soft kisses to every inch of his toned body, showering him with your warm love.
before lowering yourself on him, you were grinding against his needy cock. hips moving in fluid motions, back .. and forth .. leaving him a pretty whimpering mess underneath you. putty in your little hands.
when you finally let him in, your pussy hugging him so so tightly he came before even bottoming out :(
áŻ
âfuck- yesyesyesâ chosoâs grip on your waist is tight, his hips slamming up against your ass as he fucks into you so deeply, leaky cock twitching inside your silky walls. âfeels so good, oh my godâ
itâs so cute how eager he getsâ his face all pinky, blush covering his pale skin. your hand dances up his lean chest before reaching his neck, fingers wrapping around him, your nails sinking into his skin, branding little crescent-shaped marks. and his eyes roll back in such a sultry way, his adamâs apple bobbing up as he groans, it should be fucking illegal.
âfu- ple- ba-byâ he canât even speak. heâs trying so hardâ so, so hard to be good and ask for your permission, but pretty whimpers fill the room in its place and heâs cumming, filling your pussy up to the brim as he cries out your name mixed with âsorryââs because he knows heâs supposed to ask for it.
RYOMEN SUKUNA & FULL NELSON â âwho gave you permission to be so fucking messy, huh? creaming 'round my dick, fucking filthy.â + âscreaming like a cheap whoreâ be quiet and take it. unless you want to be treated like oneâ
sukuna is just so rough when he fucks you. mean too, throwing you around like you weigh nothing, using every limb to his advantage. he gets off to seeing your ruined face, red teary eyes, and mascara smeared all over your flushed cheeks with drool sliding down your chin.
he loves it when youâre helpless, either tied up or his arms holding you in place.
áŻ
sukunaâs thick cock is buried deep in your sloppy pussy. his arms snaked underneath your thighsâ hands on the back of your head, forcing you to watch how greedily your pussy sucks him in. âwhat a filthy fucking whore. âs fucking pathetic.â
white cream jackets his cock and it glistens against the dim lights in his palace every time he pulls out before slamming you back down.
heâs a feral fucking animal, rutting into you feverishly with deep grunts. one of his hands is on your clitâtongue flicking against your otherwise neglected nub. itâs too much. youâre already struggling to take the inches heâs bullying into your tight pussy and here he goes adding more.
âso f- full âkuâ
âbe grateful,â he grunted, one of his thumbs pushing a pretty diamond butt plug into your tight assâ using your slide as lube while two fingers shove down your throat.
âi couldâve chosen one of the other concubinesâ be grateful and fucking take it.â
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â HAWKS + DABI + BAKUGO + SHIGARAKI || THINGS THIS LOVESICK BOYS SAYÂ WHEN IN BED WITH YOU
-----------HEADCANONS-----------
HAWKS
âOh, my darling...fuck, keep doing that.âÂ
âYou're so beautiful, I'm so glad we found each other.â
âI know Iâm a mess-⌠what else was I supposed to do while waiting to make you mine?âÂ
âLay back and let me do all the work. Iâve dreamed of eating your pretty pussy all week.â
âHey, donât shy away from me. Câmere-â
âYouâre so fuckinâ soft. ShiiitâŚâ
âHeyâno teasing the feathers.â
âI n-need to-... I just-âŚ-Iâm going to start moving now.â
âArms around my neck and legs around my hipsâ ngh! Gravity is a bitch, I donât want you falling on me, at least, not literally.â
âWhat a good mate, you respond to me so well."
âIâm so fuckinâ deep, my pretty girl-â
âFuckâI canât... Iâm not gonna last-â
âDonât be embarrassed. I love when you squirt on my face.â
âGod Iâve wanted this for so long. Iâm going to breed your pussy every day, all day long, even after Iâve knocked you up.â
âWe're both getting older, babe, and if we want to have more chicks than stars in the sky, then we need to get started.â
âTell me you love me-⌠tell me again.â
âI do get ahead of myself often, but I canât help it. I just know we belong together-âÂ
âWhat do you say we try for a baby this time?â
"Youâd be adorable, so swollen and full that you can't walk, that you'd have to rely on me for everything...â
âTouch yourself, câmon. Let me see how you play the right notes.â
âYou're going to be a wonderful mother for my chicks.â
âLet me help you move pretty, put your hands on mine.â
âNo oneâs gonna hear if I put my hand here⌠no biting, hun.â
âIâll make it quick, darling... justâlet me⌠let me go again.â
âNeed a hand or a finger?â
âJust wait, baby... Fuuuuckâgive me a damn minute.â
âKeep your eyes on me.â
âArch your back, there you go, such a good girl.â
âFuck, even after cumming you arenât ready to accommodate my size. Donât worry, baby,â he kisses your creased forehead, ââthen just the tip this time.â
âShit, I canât help itââ you can feel him twitching excitedly inside you. âI just like you so damn much!â He grunts and snaps his hips again, diving deeper.Â
âJust bear with me, I swear Iâll eat you for hours afterâŚ. Please, pretty, pleaseeeeeâŚâ He kept his pace, practically purring with his throaty groans.Â
âNo matter how much you didnât want to admit it, I know how to fuck you well, ainât I, beautiful?âÂ
âCâmon let me hear you, I can feel you getting tighter⌠my cockâs rubbing those hard-to-reach placesâŚ. Fuck! I- slid in so easily.â
âIâm painfully close-âŚ. Fuck, I donât want to cum yetâŚâ
 âIs this your sweet spot Iâm bullying?âÂ
âEach thrust is inching you closer⌠should I slow down or go faster?â
âDeeper? Okey-⌠just try to keep it together, I have neighbors.âÂ
âGive me one more. please, just one more baby.â
âTry to keep your eyes open, I know itâs hardâŚb-but try for me beautiful.â
âGo ahead and sleep, honey, Iâm not going anywhere.â
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DABI
âWhatâd I did to deserve such a pretty thing like ya?â
âIâve barely touch you. You really that hot for me, sweetheart?â
âOpen your legs, not gonna say it again.â
âDoesnât hurt, its already scarred skin.â
âIf I have to kiss your tears away again, you are gonna get itâ Iâve already told ya, it doesnât hurt anymore-â
âBury your hands in my hair, yes... Just like that.â
âStop pushing me away. Youâre gonna take it all, donât make me shove it down your throat.â
âYou love to play the feeble act, but your moans give you away, princess.â
âNuh-uh, you havenât cum yet.â
âI said ass up.â
âYou want it so bad? beg.â
âTake them off before I rip them off of you, doll. Donât try me.â
âHarder,â he mutters, not a minute after you started. âHarder,â he demands again.
âCould you go any slower? Ride me like you mean it, princess. I know you can.â
âCan barely feel that shit. You gotta do better than that, princess. You know I like it rough.â
âFuck,â he bit out. âYes, fuckâŚ. Just like that.â
âCome on pretty girl. Ride me till youâre numb, yeah? Want you to fuck yourself stupid on my cock today.â
âMove my hands again and see what happens-â
âFuckââÂ
âSorry, baby-⌠I just had to jump at the opportunity to sink my cock deeper.â
âSit on it.â
âWorried it wonât fit? We always make it work just fineââ
âI donât have condoms, theyâre annoying.â He grunts the reply, inwardly absorbed with impatience.Â
âDonât moveâJust gimme a minute⌠F-FuckâŚâ
âYou fuckinâ genius, dammit, I love you so damn much! Not even I knew that spotâ âŚâ He shakes his head, in disbelief of the pleasure, even more so that you been the one to give it to him.
âDid you do that on purpose, princess? âcause now we are doing it every time.âÂ
âFuck that. Donât know if you heard sweetheart, but you were made for me to fuck and breed.â
âStop it, no more whiningâIâll do my best to beâŚ. gentler.âÂ
âReally? resist me all you want. I know you love being treated like this.â
âRidiculous, I could stare at your pretty cunt all day long.âÂ
âFuck Yeah! I adore the way your thighs tremble like jelly after you cum.â
âShould I pull out? Nah, better give me a daughter to spoil.â
âUnless you were playing with yourself before I got here, Iâm guessing this is because of my pretty face?â
âOver my knee, now.â
âSure, I love yaâ but you are not in charge here, princess. Fuckinâ spread them for me.â
âWant me to spank that pussy? lay on my lap then-â
âOneâs never enough, I know my princessâs pussy and its begging for another.â
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BAKUGO (NSFW art teaser here!)
âDo you want me to fuck you harder, cutie?â
âYou can be loud, I love to hear you, (Y/N).â
âIâve waited so long for this...â
âThatâs it... slow and easyââÂ
âHow much longer you gonna make me wait, baby?â
âYou ever take it raw? Get a big load of cum in your pussy? âdonât shy on me, I know you love when I talk dirty to you.â
âTake it off before I tear it off.â
âBaby... please...I hate to beg-â
âMake me wait much longer and Iâll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.â
âWhat a naughty little girl I have just to myself.â
âUgh, so hot and wet.âÂ
âI said I wanted to eat your pussy, didnât I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.â
âIâd hate to stop teasing you right before the fun part.â
âItâs so warm...â
âWho do you belong to?âÂ
 âWhose pussy is this? Say who you belong to.â
âGod, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my cock like itâs hungry for more milk. You want that? You want me to fill you up?â
âAs you wish, princess.â
���You gonna cum?âÂ
âGo on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddyâs cock.â
âFucking take it... take every drop...âÂ
âNice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...â
âI said spread those fuckinâ folds.â
âSo wet and tight, but my cock just slides right in. Itâs like you were born to take me inside of your cunt.â
âArenât you a sight. All blissed out when we arenât even done.â
âThatâs right, darlinâ. You didnât think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?â
âOh, did you think we were finished?â
âDid I stutter or somethinâ?â
âAlright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just donât come crying to me if you canât move after Iâm done with you.â
âDonât moveâJust a sec⌠F-FuckâŚâ
âNo, this is-this is fine. This is beyond fine. Keep doing it, please.â
âShit, darling, donât-âÂ
âGod, you make me so needy. Please.... fuck, please...â
âYou feel so wonderful, I might go crazyâ"
âMore... please, more...â
âFuck, Iâm stretching you so good.â
âGod, the thought of you ever doing something like this to anyone else... I canât stand it.â
âI wonât let anyone hurt you ever again. Youâre my precious BABY, now and forever."
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SHIGARAKI
âIt isnât even a âmightâ. I can tell you right now with the utmost certainty that you are MINE.â
âKeep looking into my eyes, donât you fuckinâ look awayâŚâ
âDonât you worry your pretty little head,â He coos in a demeaning tone. âIâll be your first and your last. Not any of these other NPCs.â
âI can hardly keep my hands to myself, your room or mine.â
âI can do whatever I want to you, Iâm player one!â
âI know, Iâm keeping track of my digits, donât worry your pretty head.â
âYou are too precious to me to turn to dust, my love.â
âI canât- Iâm dying to breed you, to bury my cock in your wet pussy. Donât move, I donât want to hurt you, sweetheart.â
âMy pants are uncomfortably tight, the fabricâs straining against my throbbing dick, I told you not to put on that dress, dammitâ Shigarakiâs practically scratching at the wooden table, surges of arousal shaking him to his core. âCan we go now? Like right NOW?!â
âMYÂ girl, so pretty and needy for my cock.â
âYou want him dead. You got it.â Ruby eyes stare through his bangs up at your face in some sort of silent promise. ââOf course, I will. You are my everything.â
âIt hurts. I need you to- FUCK, just like that.â
âFuck, how-how are you this fucking wet and warm inside, fuck, fuckâŚ!â
âPlease fuck me.â
âH-hey, I know a fun game we can play together⌠Itâs called âhow many times can I make you cum all over my cock?ââÂ
âOne point, five points, ten pointsâCumming again? Are you shooting for a new high-score, sweetheart?â
âNow... care if I use my mouth on you?â
âJust be good for me, and Iâll take very, very good care of you.â
"Look at you, so worked up over a few couple of fingers, did you miss me that much, sweetheart?"Â
âJust looking at you is enough to, oh fuck, drive me wild.â
"So desperate for my cock to stuff you-say it, say you want my cockângh!â
"S-Shit,"
"Needy girl, I'll let you have it, be fucking grateful."Â
"What? Fainting on me already?"
"Don't let me see you doing this again, or else."
âJust fuck me. I need you, (Y/N), please. Please just fuck bury on me already...! I want it...! I want YOU..!â
âHave it your way then.â
"Keep licking my balls, oh fuck! Iâm gonna dieâ"
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!"
âYou look so pretty choking on my cock.â
âWhere do you want it, baby? Mouth, breast, face, pussy⌠take your pick-â
"Are you close, sweetie?"Â
âMy feisty little girl. Arenât you just adorable?â
"Good girl. Give me a minute and Iâll clean up that mess you made."Â
âCum for me. Cum on my cock and show me that youâre mine.â
âI just... wanted to cuddle a little more, is all. Didnât want to... you know, waste the moment.â
âDonât you worry, my love. Iâll be sure to give you anything you could ever want and more.âÂ
âYou donât have to take me all the way into your esophagus, but I expect you to make me cum, and yes, I do want you to swallow.â
âGo on, get on your knees.â
âNgh, thatâs it, keep going...â
âYou look so wonderful like this, with your lips wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a pic for Dabi to swallow his words.âÂ
âI want you all to myself.â
âH-here it comes...Be sure... to drink... every.. last... drop...YOU ARE FUCKINâ MINE!!â
I MADE SOME SICK NSFW ART FOR THIS HEADCANONS, YOU CAN CHECK THEM OUT IN MY PATREON. (Along with more MHA nsfw artwork)
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â đđđ đđđđ đđ ? â
â THE SHIBUYA INCIDENT? MORE LIKE THE SHIBARI INCIDENT ! â
⧠summary: they got too touchy, so you tied them up! (anon request)
⧠pairings: s. gojo, s. geto, k. nanami, t. fushiguro, r. sukuna, c. kamo
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, tying up (m! receiving), overstimulation (gojo, nanami, choso), multiple orgasms, sub! gojo, choso, switch! geto, toji, nanami, oral (f! receiving) (toji), oral (m! receiving) (nanami), riding (gojo), face riding (toji), shibari (choso), true form sukuna, stomach mouth for sukuna makes an appearance, art by @ / innaillus
⧠w/c: 6,212
SATORU GOJO
âYou have no one to blame but yourself, Toru,â you bounced slowly on his cock, twitching in your folds as if it could get deeper if only you would let him.
(You wouldnât).
âI warned you that Iâd tie you up if you kept teasing me all night,â your fingers trace the rope around his wrists, before sliding them up to behind his back, âand what did you do?â
âyou tested me baby,â you lean closer, letting your pert nipples draw close to his lips, but still just out of reach, letting him sink down to the hilt. a whimper leaves his throat, muffled against your soaked panties shoved in his mouth, âbut youâre so good now, when youâre like this,â your fingers card through his hair, before tugging hard on the silky strands and you feel him twitch deep inside your drenched folds.
His sky blue eyes are glassy, pretty tears pooling, as your lips press sweet kisses to his jaw, and he mumbles something against the fabric that sounds like âpleaseâ and youâre smiling that lovely smile that he had been kissing only a few minutes before.
âBegging already? Didnât know my pussy felt that good,â and you lift yourself up, so only his tip remains inside your warm folds before slamming down, making his head loll back, a muffled grunt making your walls clench, âyouâre too fucking big, Toru,â you slide your hand down your stomach, âthink youâre actually fucking my guts now,â and his eyes watch as your fingers ghost over the slight bulge his dick makes inside you, âknew you were the strongest, but I didnât think you meant in bed too,â
Another whine is pulled from his throat, and you take pity on him, pulling the fabric from his mouth, drenched in your precum and his saliva. His pants are nearly enough to make you cum from the sound of it, the sounds that left his lips were yours and yours alone - because he may be the strongest, but he was yours all the same.
âWhat do you need?â Youâre bouncing on his cock slowly, slower even now that you can clearly hear the whines leaving his throat, his engorged tip kissing your womb, âuse your words, and maybe Iâll let you have it,â
âPlease, baby, wanna cum in your princess cunt,â he whines, music to your ears, and only your ears â because only he would be such a mess for you, âwanna fill you up, feel you cum around me,â
âIâll let you cum,â and he blinks up at you, a tear slipping down his cheek, âif you beg for it,â He whimpers, a pathetic noise that only makes your insides twitch, âyou asked for this, you love it when I do this, maybe I should suck you off the next time you have a meeting with the higher ups â imagine their horror if they walked in on us like that, but youâd love that, wouldnât you?âÂ
You slam down on him, his head falling back, but youâre pulling him back into a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth and moans, âis this cunt that good for you, baby? Tell me how good it is,âÂ
âS-so, good, fuckââ and you know heâs close, from the way heâs keening and whining, the way his fat tip twitches against your cervix, and the way his pretty eyes glaze over from a clear cerulean to a cloudy blue. But youâre not far off either â the way his cock kisses every inch of you, bullying your sopping cunt open â itâs not gonna be much longer, âIâmââÂ
And youâre nodding, âCum, fill me up, Toru, want you to fuck your cum inside me,â and thatâs all it takes.Â
He cums, spurts of thick cum gushing inside your sloppy pussy, as you continue to ride him through his orgasm, until his tip finds that one spot that has you following him over the edge, cumming hard.Â
Youâre panting, as you continue to ride him â bouncing again and again, until your knees give out, pleasure curling your toes, and flooding your body â just as his seed did.Â
âFuck, sweetheart,â Satoru looks up at you, fucked out gaze and smile on his lips, âdidnât know you could top me like that, otherwise, I would have had you done it a long time ago,âÂ
âShoulda known you of all people would like to get topped,â and heâs raising an eyebrow, before his cock twitches inside you, âalready ready for round twoââÂ
You squeak as he flips you over, the rope formerly holding him in hand, âwhaâhow?âÂ
âYâknow as much as I liked you tying me up,â he pins your arms with one hand, and winding the rope with the other â not too toght, but enough that it burns into your skin, âthink youâd look even prettier than I did.âÂ
SUGURU GETO
âFuck, Suguru, you look so good like this,â
And he did â especially handcuffed to your headboardâ vulnerability suited Suguru Geto well â something reserved for you and only you. And something you definitely earned after all the games he had played with you all night long. Orgasm after orgasm pulled from you with a few fingers and laps of his tongue, until you fell apart under him, with nothing more than his smirk as your reward (aside from pleasure of course).Â
And you knew Suguru preferred your pleasure over your own â punishingly so, as he loved nothing more than to see you fall apart into a crying mess under his touch â fat tears and begging that only made him ready to cum in his boxers untouched.Â
But you were tired of not touching.Â
âWe can agree to disagree, Princess,â he says through gritted teeth, as the clink of the handcuffs draws a small smile to your lips, âI think youâd look much prettier like this for me,â and the last word is more of a gasp, as you thumb his weeping tip, âfuckââÂ
âThatâs what Iâm trying to do,â and he glowers at you, a deep violet so dark itâs almost black with the way he stares at you, âAw why so mad? Youâre the one asking for it,âÂ
âWeâll see whoâs asking for it once you uncuff meââÂ
SMACK!Â
And he hissed as your palm came down on his thigh, hard, red blooming against his skin, âwhat was that?â he still glared all the same, but his anger came apart at the seams with the way your fingers grazed his clothed cock, growing harder by the second, and fuck, the way he pulsed in your fingers, as his fat tip twitched when your fingers grazed his slit, âpoor Sugu, you complain so much, but you fucking love this donât you? Love being at my mercy with nowhere to go and nothing else to do but get jerked off,âÂ
You cut off his reply with a snap of the elastic of his boxers against his skin, a gasp parting his pretty lips. And when you finally the tugged the soaked fabric down, you saw his pretty cock was as flushed as his cheeks were â the tip a pretty scarlet, dripping with pearly precum that you were dying to suck off, and the lovely veins that wrapped around his length like a Christmas present you were dying to unwrap.Â
âFuuuuuck, babyââ he sucks air through his teeth, the rattle of the metal of the cuffs against your bedframe, breath shaky as he watches you with half lidded eyes. youâre still teasing him, fingers tracing along the toned muscles of his inner thighs, so close to where he wants you, but too fucking far, âyou gânna toy with me all night or are you going to give me what we both want?âÂ
âWhat we both want?â You raise an eyebrow, and he scoffs, all too confident for a man handcuffed at your will.Â
âKnow you love getting me to blow my load as much as you love getting off yourself,â and then your fingers wrap around his base and squeeze, head lolling back, lips parted in a groan, hips thrusting into your touch.Â
âThink youâre putting too much value on your dick, Suguru,â and your thumb rubs meanly at his weeping slit, making him twitch under your touch, cuffs straining with the way he tugs harder and harder at them, rubbing his wrists raw, âshould I show you your place?âÂ
And you start to pump his rock hard cock slowly, gathering his pre as makeshift lube, before spitting directly onto his dick.Â
âYou fucker,â he moans, nearly coming right there at the sight â it was too much, tip twitching at the feeling as you continue your excruciatingly slow pace, âdonât be a tease or you know Iâll give it right back to you, but worse,âÂ
âOh, I know you will,â you grin back, but oblige him, fisting him faster, his body arching into nearly a crescent as he jerked his hips into your fingers. And god, heâs fuckinh close â you know he is by the way heâs twitching in your hand and groaning your name, âcum fâme, Suguru, cum all over me,âÂ
And he does, and he cums all over your fingers, pumping him through his orgasm, as his thick release coats your hand, dripping onto the sheets, âfuck, Suguru, you came so much,â you pull your hand away, licking each cum covered digit clean, âgotta do this more often if youâre gonnaââÂ
You yelp, as he flips you over onto your stomach, your head turning as he pins you with his body, hardening erection pressed against your ass, holding your broken handcuffs in one hand and pushing his long black locks back with the other, dark eyes half lidded in pleasure and satisfactionâ
âYou think Iâm gonna let this slide Princess?â And heâs teasing your wet entrance with his tip, âbetter think again,â and heâs handcuffing you to the headboard, both wrists caught as the chain linked through the metal bars of your headboard
âSuguruââ and the you hear the distinct snap of his phone camera, as he smirks at you when you turn your head to look at him, right as he guides the tip of his cock inside you, a moan leaving your lips.Â
âYou were wrong sweetheart, maybe I look good handcuffed but youâre perfect.âÂ
NANAMI KENTO
You were the perfect wife. Kentoâs perfect wife.Â
Not a single bad word could be uttered about you, whether within his earshot or not, Kento would know â and no one wanted to get on his bad side. Or they would most certainly face a swift punishment with his blunt blade and tie wrapped around his knuckles.Â
But that didnât mean you couldnât turn the tables on him once in a while. Right?Â
It was the perfect anniversary â a day spent together, a dinner shared at a five star restaurant, and now a night spent together in bed. But Kento had done so much for you â he had planned the day and the dinner â so the least you could do is repay the favor with dessert.Â
Well, for you anyway.Â
âBaby, let meââ Kento gritted his teeth, straining against his own tie, the one you had lovingly wrapped around his wrists, holding his arms behind his back.Â
âYou can handle a few more, canât you, Kento? We still havenât gotten to seven,â you pressed a kiss to the tip of his oversensitive cock â and fuck, you loved seeing him like this. The always put together, always professional, always business-like ratio sorcerer falling apart from your touch. You loved seeing the way his flush crawled up his neck until his cheekbones were flushed beautifully, the way his pristine hair was mussed and messy from your fingers running through it, and the way his pretty light eyes were dark and colored with lust â just for you.Â
And all it took was this â your lithe fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt, kissing down his toned chest, paying special attention to every scar, until your hands found your buckle of his belt. You undo his belt with the same practiced ease, tugging down his slacks and boxers at once, until you see his pretty cock.Â
Or rather, your dessert.Â
How many times had he cum for you? Probably four or five times.Â
âDonât tell me youâre already impatient, husband,â you suck at his weeping tip, making him grunt, thighs tensing as you let him slide past your lips into your warm mouth. And fuck, the heaviness of his cock against your tongue was nearly too much for you, pressing your thighs together, âafter how long you spent fucking me last night, shouldnât I repay the favor?âÂ
And he had fucked you well â far too well. How many times did he make you beg for it â and yes it may have been at your request, but you also had wanted him to fuck you, fuck you with that dick you loved so much, but he spent so much of the night with his face buried in your cunt, not letting you get off the way you wanted, not until his perfect little wife was a blubbering mess for him.Â
So now itâs your turn.Â
You wouldnât let him touch you, not until you had your fun â after all he had his dessert last night, and thereâs more than you wanted right now than a stomach full of his cum.Â
He grunted, âFuck sweetheart, how long are you gonna not let me touch you?â And youâre smirking against his length, humming around him, as you begin to bob up and down. And all he can do his watch you with half lidded eyes, âso fucking a mix of his precum and your saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth, âknow you must be dripping, want to make you feel good tooââÂ
And his sentence is cut off by you sucking hard, his balls grow tense, as he groans your name loudly, before heâs cumming again, thick release coating your throat. You swallow every drop, and each time he came, it was less, but it was still so much.Â
Heâs panting and straining against his restraints, as you continue to suck and trace his dick through his orgasm, making him keen and moan at your touch, but almost flinch away all the same.Â
âDonât run away from me, Kento,â you pull away from his cock, strings of cum and spit connecting his length to your lips, âmy perfect man, thereâs nothing more than I love to see you fall apart for me,â you lick your lips clean, palms sliding up his chest, as you lean over him, fingers carding through his blond locks again, before tugging hard, âyou deserve to be taken care of, so Iâll let you choose,â he stares up at you, as your lips find his in a bruising kiss, your tongue dragging over the seam of his lips before slipping inside, letting him taste his cum on your mouth, âdo you want to cum in my mouth or my cunt this time?âÂ
His mouth opened, but no words came out for a moment, until he felt your fingers ghost over his overly sensitive cock again, âF-fuckâyour cunt, sweetheart, need to be inside you, I canât wait anotherââ and youâre on his lap in an instant, his swollen mushroom tip dragging against your sloppy cunt, and with the way heâs looking at you with dark, half lidded eyes, you knew his hands would have split you open on his cock in an instant, calloused palms from using his blunt blade using you as a glorified fuck toy, even as he whispered sweet nothings about how good you felt while fucking you like a whore.Â
So you would do the same for him.Â
You sunk onto him all at once, letting your hole engulf his length with the same eagerness you always had for him, so fucking good to watch his cock sink inside you, the curve of his length hitting places you could never reach, as if his ratio applied to your cunt too.Â
âWanted this, didnât you, love?â you ask, cupping his cheek to force him to meet your gaze, âwanted your wifeâs pussy this bad? Is it that good for you?â And heâs groaning in reply, as you give a slow bounce, forcing his cock even deeper somehow, and he wants to touch you so bad, wants to grope your tits and squeeze your hips as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips and forced you deeper onto him, âtell me how good it is, Kento, and maybe Iâll let you cum,âÂ
âItâs good, itâs sâgood,â and youâre beginning to fuck yourself open on his cock, fingers finding his broad shoulders as your nails dug pretty crescents into his back as you fucked his dick, the sounds of skin slapping together ringing in his ears, âSo perfect, just like you,â heâs not going to last long with how sensitive he is. And he cums just as his tip brushes against your womb, shooting a near blank, as his head falls back, until youâre pulling him back to you to meet in a messy kiss thatâs all tongue and teeth, until you fall over the edge, soaking his dick and lap in your juices as you continue to ride him, until you slump against him, panting in his ear, murmuring:Â
âHappy anniversary, Kento.âÂ
RYOMEN SUKUNA
âFuck, ngh, Sukuna, donât useâhahââÂ
âYou can take it, woman, you have before,â and his fingers fuck deeper into you, while his other hands grope at you â your chest, your hips, your ass, âgotta open you up if youâre gonna take both of my cocks, unless you want me to read you apart,â heâs sinking a third finger inside you, your head falling back, exposing your neck to his lips, leaning down to graze your pulse with his teeth.Â
He just loved to do this â fuck you wide open with his fingers, let each of them stretch you out to no end, until you were begging for something else â anything else.Â
âMotherfucker,â heâs bullying your cunt open with three of his fingers, but itâs more squeezing than stretching, as your slick drips down his large hand, âyouâre gonna break me with your goddamn fingers,â and his other hands tweak your nipples, pinching and twisting them, making you yelp, as the pleasure builds, his fourth hand teasing your abused clit.Â
âYouâd fucking cum either way, whore,â and you glare for a millisecond until your traitorous cunt climaxes all the same, a long whine parting your lips as he fucks you knuckle deep, knocking at your cervix, through your orgasm, âshit, I see at least your slutty cunt can listen, unlike you,â and heâs still curling and twisting his fingers, before finally pulling them from you as you gasp, pussy aching from his touch, âcomplaining and yet you pruned my fingers, didnât you?â he gives a smack to your twitching pussy, drawing another yelp from your lips, heat flooding your cheeks and anger rushing to your lips.Â
âTalk awful big for someone who has four fucking arms and thatâs the only way you know how to make me cum,â you spit venom without thought of who youâre spitting it at, until your body freezes, as he flips you over with ease, looming over you, all four of those same arms crossed, âKunaâIââÂ
âIs that so, brat? My fingers are the only thing thatâs made you cum recently?â you stumble over your words, but his lips only curl into a mean grin, and you know you fucked up, âthen letâs see about that,âÂ
âYou can do better than that,â he grunts, a smirk on his lips as he watches you, riding his thigh lamely, drenched cunt making a mess, your slick running down the sides of his leg, âso fucking wet just from rubbing your cunt on me, donât even to do anything to make my pussy cum, she does that all on her own,âÂ
You whimper, âKuna, pleaseââ and he clicks his tongue.Â
âSaid you only came from my fingers, didnât you?â He shows off his tied arms behind his back, the very same he had you tie while your pussy throbbed, wanting nothing more than his fingers stuffed up your hole again, âwe gotta fix that, brat. Canât have you saying I can only get this slutty cunt cumming one way,â he flexes his thigh, making you jerk against it, the wet squelch of your pussy dragging up and down his thigh, until heâs making you ride it, bouncing you on the muscle.Â
God, why was every part of his body so fucking big?Â
He could feel your puffy clit and lips open wide on his toned thigh, as if he could stuff his whole fucking knee in your hole, and you know he would if he could, but he settles for feeling your sloppy cunt flutter around nothing, slick dripping down his leg.Â
He chuckles darkly, watching every movement with you, lidded eyes far too pleased with the view in front of him, âSeems like you donât even need my help to get you off, do you brat?â he stops his movements, making you whine, and you canât stop yourself from grinding down on his thigh, âthatâs it, whore, need you to fucking soak me â think youâre so good, but when it comes down to it, you just want to be fucked like the rest of them, donât you?âÂ
He uses his knee to catch your clit, rubbing meanly against it, and itâs too much, pleasure making your toes curl, as you can only moan his name again and again, âFuck,â your fingers find purchase on his shoulders, chasing your high, as you fucked yourself open on his thigh.Â
âThatâs it girl, cum for me, let me see you break,â and he jerks his thigh again right as your cunt grinds down on him at just the right angle that has you seeing stars, âsay my name,âÂ
And you do as you squirt all over his thigh, a gasp ripped from your throat as you moan his name, your eyes burning as your hips canât stop riding him, seeking that high longer, the squelch of your messy cunt growing louder with every thrust of your hips.Â
âShit, that was a good orgasm, wasnât it, woman? Much better than my fingers,â he flexes his thigh again, pulling another whine from your throat, legs shaking, but he only hums, as your eyes meet his, desperate and wanting, one that he only meets with a laugh, âpractically begging for my cocks now, arenât you, brat?â but he only clicks his tongue, âstraddle me,âÂ
You hesitate, only for him to jerk his thigh, making you yelp once again, as you shift, and he does the same, moving back onto his plush bed, your cunt rubs against his cocks, soaking him with your slick, but he only smiles.Â
âDid you think I would let you fuck my cocks that easily?â he sighs, shaking his head, âsince I havenât given you a proper orgasm, I think I have a lot of making up to doââ and heâs reaching around, slipping from your restraints with ease, âyouâll have to excuse my use of my hand this once, but I promise, I wonât be lifting another fingerââ and he guides you forward, until youâre perched on his stomach, your hands splayed on his chest, as his hands slip back behind him. You furrow your brow a moment, lips parting with protest that dies on your lips when his stomach parts open for his large tongue to lap at your cunt, âyou made such a mess, woman, now,â he forces you in place with his gaze alone, as his tongue licks the length of your sloppy cunt, âletâs clean you up, hm?â
CHOSO KAMO
âWe donât have to do this, Cho,âÂ
You always did anything for him. From the moment you met him, you were the one to dote on him â even with how clueless he was about most things, from holding hands to kissing to even sex â you were willing to take your time, teach him what it meant to love. And he loved you â and he loved this.Â
âN-no, Iâm fine, it justâhah, it feels so good,â and he looked even better.Â
His dark locks were untied as he looked up at you, arms tied in scarlet silk behind his back, much like the blood he manipulated, but instead it was you that was controlling him. The delicate yet strong Shibari knot was nestled at the base of his wrists, deep red against pale skin, more intricate knots climbed the base of his spine until the silk split across his back and winded around the middle of his shoulders towards his neck.Â
A knot formed at the base of his neck, right between his collarbone, multiple other loops framed his body, a present not meant to be unwrapped. Knots placed intricately at every pleasure point meaning that even the slightest touch, movement, or even breath would send pleasure thrumming through his body.Â
âDoesnât it feel good to take our time?â Your fingers brushed delicately over a knot placed against his nipple, making him jolt, sending ripples of heat across his body, as the rubbing of the knots sent arousal right to his erection, âyouâre always in such a rush, so eager, but now,â your fingers follow the silk down his body, down to the knots settled on either side against the base of his cock, âwe can take it slow,â
And he was always quick to have you â from the first time, Choso barely had lasted you grazing his raging hard erection while your lips found his, before spilling all over your fingers. And he had sputtered apologies, cheeks as red as the silk that now bound him, but you had only smiled and asked him if he liked it. He spent the rest of the night spilling over and over again in your cunt, and each time after, he barely needed foreplay, he could cum just by eating you out â all he wanted and needed was to be buried in your cunt.Â
But now, he was at your mercy.Â
âSo pretty, Cho,â you cooed, eyes sliding over him just as sweat slipped down his neck â he was spread open by the loops of red forcing him into a kneel around his thighs and ankles, even ropes tied around his hips with knots placed perfectly against his inner thighs, âusually I canât even touch you without you pinning me down, but now I can do all I want,âÂ
âPlease, love, I needââ and you lean down to kiss the hollow of his throat, fingers toying with the silk between your fingers, and every little movement of the ropes sent pleasure cascading down his body, ângh, want youââÂ
âWhat do you want, Choso?â Your fingers work your way down every inch of him, âbecause thereâs so much I can give youâ-âÂ
âAnything,â he replies, as the knots rub against his leaking cock, precum slipping down his halls, âeverything, please I just needââ and you click your tongue.Â
âStill so impatient,â and your touch leaves him, making him whimper, âI guess weâll have to work on that,âÂ
âBaby, no, canât. No moreââ a beautiful symphony of moans leaves his lips, as your lips find his to swallow his protests, a vibrator in hand pressed to the base of his cock, âI canâtâ-âÂ
âYou can cum still, Cho, one more time fâme,â cum is splattered on your carpet, and runs down his dick, âyouâre so good for me, such a good boy, arenât you?â Your praise makes him keen all the same, âknow you love this, love feeling good â youâre so needy, probably would just bury your cock in my cunt,â and heâs whining, as your fingers tug on his black locks, your tongue dragging up the side of his throat, before your teeth dig into the soft flesh of your neck, âbut we canât have that, not yet â gotta make you cum so much that just burying you in my pussy is enough to make you cum,â
And youâre turning up the vibrator, and he moans your name, a rush of heat sent right to your cunt. Your eyes watch his dick twitch â heâs more long than thick, his tip flushed an angry red as you work the vibrator up and down. You couldnât wait to stuff him inside you, feel the curve of his cock reach every inch of your cunt, until heâs fucking your stomach.Â
âF-fuck, Iâm closeâIâm gonnaââ and you turn the vibrator higher, pressing it right between the base of his cock as you tug on the silk right against it, and heâs coming again, with a cry of your name, spilling all over his stomach and chest and the ropes, âsweets, fuck, hah, please, please, I canâtââÂ
You ease away the vibrator, the whirring quieting, as he looked up at you with his eyes, violet pupils so dark that they nearly look black, a trickle of his spit slipping from his lips.Â
âYou did so good, baby, so so good,â and youâre pressing soft kisses to his face, fingers tracing over the hickies you had littered his neck with, âand now tell me what you want baby,â
âI want you, want you to fuck me, need you toââ and youâre pushing him back, still spread open from the ropes before you settle on top of him, his needy dick already hard from the rubbing from the ropes and the feeling of your wet cunt against him.Â
And you grin, before letting his cock split you open, down to the base, making his back arch into you, the twitch of his tip telling you he would cum again in two seconds flat â just as he did for you, âAnything for you, Choso.â
TOJI FUSHIGURO
Toji loved it when you were desperate for him.Â
And you always nearly were. You had the habit of jumping his bones the minute he made his way back from another bounty, not to mention the times he feigned to be late, you were already an orgasm and half ahead of him in the bedroom, taunting him for being late. And it was the most mundane of things that could turn you on â the simple adjustment of his pants, a smile he flashed you after a joke, lifting his shirt to scratch his stomach, and even running his fingers through his hair.Â
Just one of those things would have you tugging him home and neither of you would see the outside of your bedroom for the next two days.Â
That being said, when he actually messed with youâŚwellâ
âToji,â you glare at him, gaze a mixture of frustration and lust, âif you tease me on this car ride home, I swear to godââÂ
âSwear what, doll?â He drawled, eyes still fixed on the road, lips pulled into that same smirk he always had, ânot like you wonât be able to resist fucking yourself stupid on my dick when we get home,âÂ
âFuck off,â you scowl out the window, and his smirk only grows larger, cock stirring in his pants. He loved riling you up â especially when it was so easy, but also because it made him want to fuck you all the same, until you were begging him with glassy eyes and slutty moans.Â
It had only started because he saw a man at the store eye you the wrong way. So his hand slid to the small of your back, turning to meet the gaze of the man leering before squeezing your ass, drawing a gasp from your lips and a pout. And he didnât miss the subtle press of your thighs together as you walked off, the way your eyes lingered on him, dragging down until your teeth bore down on your bottom lip.Â
Fuck. And he couldnât stop. Then it was him pressing up behind you while you were rifling through clothes, letting you feel his half hard erection. And then he was pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck in the changing room when you asked him to zip you up in a dress.Â
âThatâs exactly what I wanna do, doll,â he turns the corner, âwanna fuck you open with my fingers until you beg me to stop, want our neighbors to hear how I slut you out every night,â your fingers curl into the fabric of your dress, and he knows you must be a mess under that thin fabric, soaking through your panties, âdonât make a fucking mess of your seat, carâs a loaner from Shiu,â
âAnd whoâs fault is it that Iâm making a mess in the first place, asshole?â And your husband shrugs, leaning back as he rolls to a stop at the last light before you rolled into your neighborhood. His hand reaches across the console, his large, calloused palm sliding up your bare thigh, until it breaches your edge of your underwear, making your body tense. And the pads of his fingers press against the soaking fabric of panties.Â
âWell, whoâs the one whoâs wet like a whore from a few words right now?â And finally the light turns green, and his hand retreats, instead resting on your thigh, drawing circles on your knee with his thumb, same smug grin on his lips, âalmost home, and Iâll shut her up, wonât I?âÂ
And he would â but youâd shut him up too.Â
âHah, To-ji, fuck, sâgoodââ and his lips close around your puffy clit and suck hard, his tongue slipping in and out of your messy hole, âk-knew your mouth was good for something,â and you yelp when you feel his teeth bite your clit, before heâs redoubling his efforts, swirling, sucking, and licking, ânot so fucking annoying when your mouth is full,â your moans fill his ears, and he growls against your folds, his wrists bound with a cursed tool that neutralized his strength, one that you had slipped from his collection for a moment like this.Â
Shit, he was so fucking hard, and he couldnât even fist himself, but more than that, he wanted to pin you down, stuff your cunt full of his fingers until you begged for him to stop. His tongue wasnât enough for his slutty pussy, he wanted to fuck you right â the way he wanted. But if this was the game you wanted to play, he would â his wrists rubbed raw from trying to slip from his restraints â for now.Â
He slurps at your sweet cunt, large tongue licking a stripe after stripe up your messy cunt, grinding down, as his nose bumped and dragged against your clit, âSuch a fucking slut, soaking my face like this â wanna cum so bad, gânna tie me up just so you can get yourself off?âÂ
âNgh, itâs your fucking fault pulling that shit in the mall, if you hadnâtââ you moan, cutting you off by tongue fucking your cunt open, swallowing every drop of your juices as he bullied your walls open with that sharp tongue of his.Â
âItâs not my fault your fucking ass attracts the attention of every freak in sightââÂ
You scoff, âLike you?â and he chuckles darkly, making your smirk drop from your lips, as he grinds his face into your folds, his face glossy with your pre, as dark eyes meet yours, and you can feel the smirk against your needy pussy.
âBut this is the freak that fucks you isnât it?â his tongue traces fast circles around your clit, âthe freak you beg to fuck you open every night, the one whoâs dick you canât enough of, the one whoâs face youâre fucking, isnât that right, wife?âÂ
And youâre so fucking close, the way he ate you out was the same way he kissed you, as if he wanted to take you, all of you, until his jaw would ache, until tears ran down your face, until there was nothing left of you for him to taste.Â
âToji, Iâm closeâI canâtââ and heâs grunting, as he sucks hard on your clit, licking and slurping at your pussy.Â
âCum, make a fucking mess on my face,â and you do, cumming hard as you moan his name, but he continues to eat you out as you ride out your orgasm, not letting a single drop of your juices go to waste â lapping and sucking until you finally stilled, your panting filling the silence of the room.Â
Until you heard a rip.Â
And then you were on your back, ripped up parts of the cursed tool tossed aside, as Toji grinned down at you, lips and chin still shiny with your release, as his pink tongue darted out to collect it.Â
âTojiâIââ and heâs smirking down at you, tilting his head, as he forces your thighs apart to reveal your all too sensitive folds, ângh, please, I canâtââÂ
He clicks his tongue, licking his lips agai, âNow, lemme show you how much of a freak I am, doll.â
⧠a/n: this was an anon request i got a while back and i've had gojo's written for so long, but i got hit hella by writer's block and imposter's syndrome so, well here it is now :). this is to tide you guys over as i work through some larger projects
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This is my first time requesting something but HEAR ME OUT, "Slow Cuddle-fucking with og Sukuna while he is holding (and caressing) Reader (His wife) tightly and praising her (with him having size(difference) and breeding kink) oneshot please please please PLEASESSSđ
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âStay still, womanâŚMmnnn, good girl, nice and easyâŚâ
Itâs not a rarity for Sukuna to have his hands on you as you two slept through the night. After all, he is the King of Curses; asking permission to touch his is beneath him. You were made for him to hold â sculpted for his cursed hands to touch â everyone else was far behind or had no standing compared to your demonic husband. And with you both sharing a futon every night, whoâs supposed to tell him to keep his hands to himself?
You, his little spouse, knew of this. Marrying the King of Curses was something you never imagined would happen â let alone falling in love with the giant man! Youâve always had dreams of becoming a sweet little partner to someone; for that to be fulfilled by the cursed man who could kill thousands in the blink of an eye is astounding.Â
And, of course, being a wife entails all the duties accompanying the package. Especially now, as you two lie together on the floor, nude bodies nestled close on the futon above the tatami floor, and your naked figure trembling from the insertion of one of Sukunaâs paired cock. And your heart drops at the second one brushing up against the crevice of your ass when he pushes the one inside your throbbing, velvety channel.Â
âMmmphâŚ! Sukuna, no,â you whined, your butt inching away from the second member. âI canât handle bothââ
âDonât lie; youâve done it before and did it well,â a hand brings your waist to him. âOr maybe I should just have one of the concubines take care of me, seeing as though my own wife is neglecting their duties.âÂ
He wouldnât do that; Sukunaâs interest in his insignificant mistresses had long been diminished once he took you up as his bride, practically collecting dust as he hadnât visited them since you shared a bed with him. Now, he uses them as tools to probe you. And he has to hold back the mischievous snicker when your eyes widen with anxiousness, wrapping your arms around his neck in desperation.
âNâNo, please!â You pleaded; it was the only sufficient approach. âIâll be good to you, I promise!â
The four-eyed curse scoffs. âThen do what youâre supposed to,â Each crimson orb takes in information about your bashful expression, âAnd attend to your husband like a wife should.â
Further complaints cease at his command, so you quiet down and arch your behind to him submissively. Sukuna takes your initiation with his hungry bottom hand on your ass, squeezing the flesh as you guide his other dick to your lubed asshole. With a hum, he pushes himself and forces you to take his cocks with your bottom, needing a few seconds to breathe when your holes reach the base of his members.
âGood girl,â he says to your ear to make you shudder, and he lifts your leg with the hand that finished groping your asscheek. âObeying me so well like alwaysâŚâ
He begins to move without a signal, slowly pulling himself in and out of your warm wetness that coats his length with your slick. You canât help but grip the girth limbs that massage your insides, involuntarily throbbing on them with shaky breaths. Â
âMmmaah, ohhhmyGâMmm!â Speech isnât easy, even with his upper left hand cupping your cheeks. And your brows furrow as the upper right sneaks to grope a breast. âFaaahh, Suk..una, Iâm too full alreadyâŚâ
âMmm? Is that so?â Sukuna asks with a patronizing tone, licking the helix of your ear to hear you gasp. âBut weâve barely started yet, my wife. Donât bore me before I can enjoy you yet.âÂ
His hips go at a gradual cadence that has you keening a mess, the sensation of the veins of his cocks felt by the walls of your holes. You howl silently, not wanting to make too much noise.
But that doesnât fly with your husband, speaking to your ear with that hoarse voice. Almost has you melting as he squishes with your cheeks, âLet it out, princess,â he commands. âI want to hear that voice; donât you dare hide that from me.â
Fuck, the way you felt on his dicks was so fucking good, having the cursed behemoth burrow his face into the cubby of your neck. Slow kisses on your skin segway to sucks that should mark for later. He could never get enough of how small you were up against him. His giant palm swallowed your tit, your ass bouncing with every thrust, and how damn tight you were as you accommodated the two members making your entrances busy.Â
Goddamn it, he bites his lip, dialing up the speed of his ruts a bit. Scratching your inner walls has you squeaking louder, unable to stop yourself when he grinds his hips after a sudden grim pound. So warm and snug for him as if you were meant for him. He knew you were meant for him â taking his huge, fat shafts with no objections, just arching your back further so the sensation could be more pleasurable like the loyal, little pet you are. âHmnghâŚ! Yeah, just like that, little dove; keep clenching around me like thatâŚâ
Restraint was gone long ago, letting your voice and shrieks fly out and fill the quiet bedroom. The sound of his skin shaking against your ass, the heat of your cheeks making it hard to think, and the shivers crawling your spine with every graze to your sweet spots. Everything feels like a haze, your brain too clouded to think outside this moment.Â
And then you sense the hand on your breast let go, slithering down to your unattended clitoris, which has your eyes shoot wide as your demon husband presses down. ââKhhff! Nooo, âKunaa, you mustnâtâŚ!â Â
He lifts a brow with a grin; you dare question him? âAnd why shouldnât I?â He pinches the delicate bud, resulting in a scream sneaking past your lips. âHmm? Plead for yourself.â
âBecauâAhhh! Mmmm, Iâll cum. Iâm gonna cummâŚâ
âThen donât,â Sukuna doesnât remove his digits playing with your clit, and the hand on your chin pulls your face to look at him. âCum without my permission, and Iâll make sure to not be so kind next time...â His words carry a warning filling your bones with apprehension, yet his soft lips greet yours and he hums into your mouth. The kiss serves as a distraction from his thick digits gently swiping on the pearl.
The rhythm of his hips, however, increases in speed and prompts more moans to be taken by Sukuna. Drool trickles down your lips, same with tears that welled up earlier from the insertion of his girth inside your ass. Your eyes roll at the jab to your silky walls, breaking the sweet yet passionate kiss to cry out as your husbandâs fat balls smack your ass.Â
ââOoooo, fuuuck, I canât,â your eyelids shield your vision, using the rest of your senses to indulge in this euphoric pleasure. ââKuna, Iâm so close, soâOoohh!â
âMe tooâŚGhhh! Shit, me tooâŚâ Sukuna presses his hot face to yours when you throw it back, licking the tears off your sweaty skin. You looked so stunning like this, all disheveled and immodest because of him. âGonna take my load, huh?â He licks the sweat off your shoulder and bites when you donât respond. âAnswer me, Y/n.â
ââAhhh, yes!â
Thatâs not enough. âI said,â he pinches your clit again as he gives slow yet rough ruts to your holes. And he can tell by your twitching that youâre doing everything in our power not to come. âAnswer me.â
Holy shit, this was borderline torture. âMmmph! OhhhLord, âKunaaa, I want you to fill me up. Pleasee, pleasepleaseee, I wanna be full; wanna be all âround and fat with your childâŚ!â
âKeh, dumb pet; who said I wanted a brat, huh?â He scoffs, yet you can hear the groan as he licks and sucks on your neck while squishing your hot, tear-stricken cheeks. âFine then; go on and cum with me. So damn needy for my seedâŚâ
Sukuna brings your chin for another steamy kiss, his lower left hand holding yours as his pelvis goes at an irregular pace. Your muffled shrills are taken by feisty lips, teeth clashing with his fangs before sucking on his tongue, and the upper left hand releases your chin to caress your chest once more, tweezing the nipple along with swipes to your clit.
Release gradually creeps up your shaky frame, crying to his mouth when your chasm and anus pucker around the lengths that graze your walls with the tips. Sukuna is not too far behind you, pumping his load into you with a few harsh plunges, making your contracting cunt and rear full of his hot and thick semen. The lower right hand propping your leg up leaves soft kneads on your inner thigh, hoisting it up further so his shafts are deep enough until his pulsing balls meet your ass.
You withdrew from his lips to breathe, your figure quivering through the aftershocks, and your slit and asshole still flutter around his girths. And you mewl when he kisses your cheek and temple.
âMmm, thatâs my princess,â he purrs while placing your leg down to massage your waist. âSuch a good doveâŚâ
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