#but they would bite and drag into my skin

[moonchild9350]

Just You and Me

summary: what lurks in the dark is your deepest desire

pairing: ???bangchan x gn!reader

genre: smut

word count:2k

warnings: light bondage, teasing, nipple play, edging, fingering, tears, oral sex (m receiving), spanking, unprotected sex (don’t), creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms, mention of subsapce, blood drinking, choking, temporary asphyxiation.

notes: Chan’s mv that’s it lol sorry in advance for this filthy piece lol

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The room is dim, the black candles that litter the corners of the room providing the only light, its flames flickering and casting shadows on the walls. The air is thick, mixed with something promising.

You’re sitting in a chair that’s placed in the center of the room, facing the door that’s closed shut. You can’t move your arms as they’re tied behind your back, the cold cuffs biting into your skin, chafing the flesh. Your legs are tied open, rope binding your ankles to the legs of the chair.

Your eyes are glued to the door, awaiting the man who put you like this, bound tight, chest heaving as you wait in anticipation. He told you he would have his way with you tonight and the thought has had you wet, your panties soaked through as they stick to your skin.

The door cracks open, the man stepping through before he shuts the door again, the click it makes echoing loud in the chamber. Your breath hitches as he walks to you, his eyes on you as if you are his prey. He’s shirtless, his chest bare, his muscles toned, accentuated by the blush of his nipples, hardened in the cold air. His pants lay low on his hips revealing the band of his boxers that promise so much more for what’s beneath them.

It seems like it’s an eternity before he finally arrives in front of you, looking down at you in your frazzled state. He drags his thumb down your cheek, your jaw, your lips before pressing down on the flesh and letting it go, a smirk on his face as he takes you in.

You stare into his eyes, in awe of the two toned pupils, one black as night and one white as a ghost. Your core clenches, needing to be touched, to feel his rough hands drag across your skin, leaving you wet and wanting until you’re begging for him.

Chan is silent as he continues to touch you, brushing his fingers down your neck and shoulders, leaving goosebumps behind. He bites his lips as his fingers brush lightly over your covered breasts, your nipples responding immediately to his touch. You let out a sigh at the feeling, pushing your chest forward into his hands.

He circles his fingers over the nubs, softly and gently at first before becoming more rough and intentional, his eyes on your face as you fall apart. You feel warmth build up in your core, your arousal leaking, dripping through the soaked fabric of your panties and coating the chair you’re sitting on. You’re so close to your high as he teases your nipples, your breath coming in strangled gasps, your chest heaving. You’re so close, your orgasm imminent until he stops, chuckling as you let out a whine at your high that is fading away.

You watch as he rips your bra in two like it’s nothing, the fabric falling away leaving your chest bare. His fingers find your nipples again and you let out a pleased sigh, savoring the feel of his fingers directly on the nubs. He works you up again, caressing and rubbing your nipples, building that warm sensation within you once more.

Chan lets out a growl as you tip over the edge, your moans and whimpers spurring him on as he continues to play with your breasts. He removes his hands suddenly, leaving you shocked and wanting, as you come down from your high. You watch as he unzips his pants and pushes them off, reveling his toned thighs and the large bulge in his boxers.

As he removes his boxers, his cock springs out, slapping against his lower abdomen. Your jaw drops as you take in his size, wondering how he’ll fit inside you. He grips his shaft and strokes, his hands circling around the head that’s leaking with precum.

He takes a few steps towards you and brings his cock to your lips, raising his eyebrows as he looks at you expectedly. You shyly open your mouth, your eyes on his as he shoves his cock within your mouth. You moan around his length as it’s barely able to fit.

Chan lets out a deep moan as he begins fucking your face, his hands reaching out to take ahold of your head to ensure you take all of him each time. It’s slightly painful as his cock invades your throat, his tip slamming into the back of your mouth each time.

You take him however, as he abuses your mouth, your eyes glued to his face, in awe of the pleasure that is written all over his face. Tears stream down your face and drool drips down your chin as Chan moans, his eyes closed as he pushes your head down on him over and over. With a deafening roar, Chan comes, spurts of warm cum flooding your mouth and dripping down your chin as he doesn’t let up but instead continues to thrust his hips as he rides out his high.

You’re stunned as he suddenly withdraws, his cock still hard and leaking, his eyes hooded as he takes you in, ruined and panting as you try to catch your breath. You swallow the little bit of cum that’s still in your mouth, moaning as the salty liquid coats your tastebuds.

Chan smiles as he knees and brings a hand to your panties and pulls at them, the fabric ripping instantly, exposing your bare pussy to him. He licks his lips at your soaked folds, his finger running through them immediately, causing you to jolt in your seat. He wastes no time as he rubs your clit hard and fast, wet sounds echoing throughout the bare room.

You try to close your legs, your actions hindered due to the ropes around your ankles and legs, keeping you spread open for Chan’s viewing pleasure. With each stroke, the pleasure builds in your core, warm and tingly. You cant your hips slightly, fucking your pussy against his fingers.

Chan smirks before bringing another finger to your hole and pushes in, his thick digit spreading you open. You let out a mewl as he pushes in another and another and begins thrusting in and out, his fingers curling up to massage your sweet spot. He abuses your clit in time with his thrusts, leaving you a whimpering mess as he gets you closer to your orgasm.

He moans and chuckles as he listens to your wet pussy, the squelching sounds causing his cock to twitch, the length somehow enlarging even more. You suddenly let go, your release squirting onto his fingers and the chair, as he continues to finger fuck you through your high, his focus on drilling you hard and fast until your screaming at the overstimulation.

Chan satisfied, withdraws his fingers and brings his palm down onto your pussy with a slap and you moan as more liquid drips from your gaping hole. Your breath is heavy as Chan begins to untie you, starting with your ankles and legs and then your hands. He drags you up and then tosses you to the ground, your knees landing on the floor with a thud.

He pushes you down so you’re presented to him, your ass up and glistening pussy on display to his viewing pleasure. You yelp as he slaps your ass, bringing his hand down again and again until you’re whimpering at the pain. You’re sure the flesh is red and raw but the thought turns you on more.

You lay and wait silently with the occasional whimper until you feel the tip of his cock breach your entrance, the stretch already causing you to moan at the sting. As he pushes further, the pain becomes too much and you yell out as he stretches you open. You think it will never end until he’s flush to your ass, his hands dragging down your spine.

Chan begins to pound into you, his cock spreading you open with each thrust. Your yells turn into moans as the pain subsides into pleasure, the tip of his cock rubbing your upper walls just right. You feel yourself slip away as he abuses your hole, your mouth agape, your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the overwhelming pleasure.

You can hear Chan grunt above you as he grips your hips so tight, you know they’ll be bruises when he’s done. But you don’t care. You welcome the pain, the bruising as he pounds into you, bringing you to yet another orgasm. It hits you without warning, your walls spasming around his cock, your cream coating his length as he continues to fuck you. You don’t see the smile on Chan’s face as he takes in your pussy stretching around him, his eyes glued to the white that coats his cock and your ass that jiggles as his pelvis meets the flesh.

Chan withdraws from you and flips you over, your back landing on the floor as you let out a huff. He maneuvers your legs up and above your head, before sheathing himself once more within your pussy. He adapts a brutal pace, his cock hitting deeper in this position, the tip brushing your cervix over and over.

He’s gazing into your eyes, his pupils dilated as he fucks you, pressing his body down onto yours. His flashes his teeth as he lets out a grunt, bringing his wrist to his mouth. He bites the skin there and pulls away, his blood dripping down his arm and onto your breasts. He hovers his wrists over your mouth and gives you a look, prompting you to open your mouth to accept the metallic liquid in your mouth.

You clench around him as you drink, your face dripping with the red substance. You clench around Chan as more arousal gushing out of you. Chan grins and drops his hand, just to wrap his fingers around your throat. He adjusts himself over you before pummeling harder into you, your body jolting and breasts bouncing with the force he is using to fuck you.

He squeezes softly at first and then tightens his fingers until your gazing at him, eyes wide as you body is stimming with pleasure. You feel the warmth build in your core, fast and steadily. The oxygen is slowly being cut off, causing you to gasp until you explode, a powerful orgasm ripping through your body. You squirt on his cock, the force of the stream threatening to push his length from your pussy, however, he just drives his hips harder, keeping him within your walls.

With a loud groan Chan comes, filling you up with his seed as it floods your walls again, the white substance dripping from your pussy and down your ass and onto the floor below. He thrusts into you a few more times for good measure before withdrawing his cock from your hole.

You lay spent, your breath coming in quick pants as you try to recover. Chan is gazing at you, taking in your messy hair, the dried tears on your face mixed with his dried cum and blood. He takes in your heaving breasts as you take each breath down to your leaking pussy, stretched out just how he likes with a mixture of your fluids dripping steadily from your hole.

He sees the bruises forming on your hips, the discoloration taking shake to the shape of his fingers. Chan smiles down at you and teases your clit, smirking as you whimper at the sensation, spent from the orgasms he’s given you tonight.

Chan knows you won’t complain, that you’re satisfied and fucked out. After all, he knows how to treat his human who begs for his cock day after day. Within these four walls, you his to play with, to tease, to torture. Within these four walls it’s just you and him.

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[tsuutarr]

Demon Delinquents x Human! Reader

Here's my gift for @ozzgin (who organized the secret santa event, tysm)!!

Content is about 1K words about you and your new delinquent demon besties <3

You, a human, somehow ended up in a school filled with demons. Though, you’re surprised to see that everything is rather… normal? Despite your peers and teachers sporting horns and other demon-like features, your demon school really seems like every other school.

You’re introduced to your classmates who politely clap, before you’re ushered to your new seat. All normal stuff, really, except that you’re seated at the very back in between what looks to be two delinquent demons. And, just your luck, you seem to have caught their eye. They could probably drill a hole through your skull with how much they’re looking at you.

So it’s really no surprise when you’re called out to the back of the school when class is over. You’re trembling as the demons loom over you, sharp teeth glinting underneath the sun.

“You’re gonna be our hench human,” the demon with red skin cackles, smile wide. You’re pretty sure he could bite your head off.

“And you’re gonna like it,” the demon with yellow skin adds, his frown showing off all his sharp teeth.

You’re too scared to say anything, but they take your silence as agreement.

“Good!” the red demon guffaws, pointing to himself. “Name’s Rex.” He points to the yellow demon beside him. “This guy’s Lem.”

Lem juts his chin out at you. “‘Sup?”

You’re really not sure how to react, making the three of you just stare at each other.

Finally, Rex raises an eyebrow. “Yer name?”

“Oh,” you say, blinking, before stuttering out your name. Rex and Lem look pleased.

“A’ight, great.” Slinging an arm over your shoulder, Rex begins to maneuver you as he begins walking, Lem following behind closely. “First order of business…”

You’re going to die. You’re convinced of it. Why else would they be dragging you with them?!

Surprisingly, however, you find yourself in the cafeteria. Somehow, you expected demons to be more rowdy, but everyone seems to be minding their own business. Even Rex and Lem are standing in line, waiting for their turn despite being delinquents.

You’re not left too much time to ponder, however, since it’s soon your turn to order. You’re certain they’re going to make you buy their lunch, but they… don’t? They pay for their own food, before dragging you away again until you’re on the rooftop.

“Here,” Rex says, tossing you a sandwich. “A good hench human’s gotta be strong.”

“And ya only get strong by eatin’,” Lem adds, shoving a whole melon bun in his mouth.

You blink, sandwich in your hand, as Rex and Lem dig into their lunches.

Rex looks to you, before swallowing down his food. “What? Ya not hungry? Or d’you not like sandwiches?”

“Uh, no, just…” you purse your lips. “I guess I didn’t expect you to buy me lunch?”

“Tsk, tsk,” Rex says, wiping some mustard off of his bottom lip. “You’re our hench human now, ‘course we gotta feed ya. We can’t have a weakling followin’ us around.”

Lem nods in agreement.

“Uh, right.” You nod with a stiff smile. “Thanks.”

With a loud laugh, Rex rips open a bag of chips. “‘Course, hench human! Let us know if you’re still hungry, got it?”

“...Got it,” you agree, before digging into your own sandwich. It’s actually kind of good.

Since that point onwards, you continue to hang out with Rex and Lem. Contrary to their appearance, Rex and Lem are good students, always on time to class (and thus making sure you’re on time too). They’re not… really delinquent like, truthfully.

In fact, one time, you thought they were smoking, but they were just eating lollipops. Another time, you thought they were drinking beer, but it was just apple juice. Frankly speaking, they baffle you – other than their appearance, they don’t really… do anything delinquent-like. But they’re also convinced that they are doing something delinquent like.

“We’re showin’ up to class ‘cause we’re asserting our dominance,” Rex had explained when you asked why he wasn’t skipping class. 

Lem nodded sagely in agreement. “The class is all scared of us, y’see? We gotta show ‘em who’s boss.”

When you asked them about the lollipops and apple juice, Rex said, “It’s ‘cause lollipops and apple juice have a lotta sugar. They’re super dangerous, which is why we’re usin’ ‘em. We’re strong like that.”

“Yeah, we’re cool like that,” Lem agrees.

You honestly don’t really get their logic, but… they’re not bad to hang out with. They take you on bicycle rides (not motorbikes, though, since Lem is scared of them). They walk you home because, according to Rex, “No one’s gonna hurt our hench human!”

They’re strange guys, but they’re kind of fun in an endearing sort of way, maybe. You don’t really mind hanging out with them. Plus, they always buy you lunch. It’s nice eating with them on the rooftop.

“Man, I can’t believe midterms are comin’ up,” Rex groans, looking displeased as he tosses a chip into his mouth. “Gotta study.”

“You guys are studying for midterms?” you ask, making Rex and Lem nod solemnly.

“We hafta. How else are we gonna show the rest of them how scary we are?” Lem inquires, crossing his arms as he chews on his lollipop. “We gotta show ‘em that we’re the strongest.”

“Don’t worry,” Rex says, slapping your back with a grin. “Ya got us, yeah? We’ll make sure that no one can mess with ya. Lem and I are top five in the whole school – we can teach ya, no worries.”

You blink slowly, processing the information. They actually study despite being delinquents to the point that they’re top five in the entire school? Huh?! How does that make sense?

But as you watch them eagerly discuss how they’ll make study guides for you to help you study, you can’t help but let your incredulousness go.

Because, yeah, they’re not traditional delinquents… but they’re doing their best and they care about you a ton, so maybe that’s what really matters in the end.

Maybe.

[filthyrafe]

just the tip

cw: smut, stepcest, unprotected p in v (wrap it before u tap it), lmk what i missed..?

a/n: got a bit carried away… this was supposed to be just a thought but!!! not proofread btw

rafe cameron is such a dirty & rotten liar.

“just the tip sis..” he whispers gently.

“wouldn’t it be weird..?” you babble, clearly hesitant, fidgeting nervously.

“weird? he repeats, “no, ‘course not. don’t overthink it. im just trying to be a nice big brother and help you out. whats wrong with that?” he questions, smirking.

he noticed how your body tenses up, how your biting your nails and the skin around it.

“relax sweetheart, would ya? its just the tip.” he reassures you.

you hesitate yet again, his strong arms slide beneath your legs to tug your pants down, noticing the wet patch on your underwear.

you sigh. were you really gonna let your step brother fuck you right now? were you really gonna get your virginity taken by him?

“mmhh.. okay! fine.. but— only the tip…” you end up agreeing with a little nod.

rafe is quick to undo his pants and yank them down, just enough to free his hard on. he's big- thick and long. the tip slightly red and fat, already leaking precum.

he flashes you a dirty smirk, his hand gripping his hard cock while the free one yanks your panties down to your ankles.

keeping eye contact, he slowly slides the fat head of his dick up and down your drenched slit, coating it thoroughly in your wet arousal.

you whimper as the head of his cock eventually meets your puffy clit, the gentle rubbing sending shivers down your spine.

rafe's eyelids close, a low hum of pleasure escaping his throat as he continues to slowly drag the tip up and down your pussy lips with wet noises.

his breathing grows heavier the longer he teasingly rolls it against your slick,

he cannot take this anymore.

with a quick, harsh push- he buries him self completely in your warm and tight cunt, you gasp. locking your eyes onto his, your pupils grow wide with lust.

“r-rafe what are you-“ you moan at the stretch, him splitting your pretty pussy open.

“jesus.. shut the fuck up sis.” he grunts as your cunt starts fluttering around him, hes so — too* thick.

“might just fuckin’ cum like this already- shit.” rafe mutters, panting heavily as he thrusts in and out of you. holding you by your hips.

sweat beads on his brow before he brutally starts slamming into you, grabbing your legs and putting your ankles on his shoulders, allowing himself to go deeper.

you’re whining underneath him, blabbering some bullshit he ignores, you pawn at his arms that are gripping your hips hard. surely its gonna leave bruises later.

he groans, over and over again untill you feel it. his warm sticky cum inside of you—when you didn’t even get to finish.

you’re left wanting more when he slowly pulls out, your pussy stretched out and leaking spurts of his cum. he looks down at you, smirking and tapping his softened tip against your swollen clit.

“so gorgeous with my cum stuffed inside of you.” he whispers, his cock smearing his sticky cum all around your slit- inner thighs and pubic.

“hm, ‘m sorry for lyin’ and for making a huge mess sis, let me clean it up yeah? you’re not mad sweetheart are you?” he says, his voice slightly manipulative but you ignore it.

you shake your head when he lowers his head to your pussy, putting his mouth all over it, his tongue searching through your folds, lapping up his own release.

[jasvtsc]

cowgirl

“yeah, just like that, sweetheart. just like that,” he groaned, tilting his head back with a satisfied smile, your pigtails in a firm grip of his fist.

beau just loved you on top of him.

ever since he told you to ride that pillow, he wanted you on top constantly. honestly? he wanted you riding him as often as you could and wanted. whether it would be a simple grinding on his thigh, so he could watch you get yourself off or bouncing up and down his cock, your tits in his face.

or exactly what you were doing now—your back facing him as you moved your hips on him, his massive cock plundered inside you, your hair in his hand, keeping your head tilted back.

your eyes were closed and you were biting your lower lip, soft whimpers escaping from your mouth as you dug your fingers into his thighs. he watched you in the mirror in front of the bed, his eyes half-opened as he couldn’t really focus on anything else, hypnotized by the sweet sounds that escaped your rosy lips.

you were a sight for a sore eye and you had the prettiest facial expressions when pleasure was clouding your mind. he couldn’t stop touching you, his other hand roaming on your back and then sneaking to the front, squeezing your tits. he pinched your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the sensitive bud, feeling it harden under his calloused fingertips. he groaned, moving his hand lower and splaying it flat on your stomach, feeling himself inside of you through your skin. 

that was enough to make you still your movement and squeeze around him. beau let out a gravelly groan, his fingers now digging into your hip which left you knowing that you would for sure have some bruises there by tomorrow morning. not that you would mind—you loved it when he marked you whether by leaving hickeys on your neck and collarbones or dark purple imprints of his fingers on your thighs and stomach. beau tried to be gentle with the way he was manhandling you but you couldn’t help just loving it when he got a tiny bit rougher. cause when he was really in the deep haze driven by lust and his need for you, his senses just went out the window.

“fuck, that’s it, baby. just like that, keep squeezing,” he encouraged, his voice even deeper than usual. you whimpered again as your walls clamped down on his dick when you moved your hips down, taking him deeper and his tip hit your cervix. a loud moan escaped your lips and then you cried out his name, which was like music to his ears.

it was also enough to awaken his animalistic instincts. he pulled you off of him and turned both of you around, so your back hit the mattress as he hovered above you.

“you’re so pretty, sweetheart. my pretty baby,” he cooed, accompanied by a squelching sound as he dove his cock back into your dripping heat.

a soft gasp escaped your lips as you arched your back to take him deeper, craving that feeling of him stretching you out to your limits and hitting your deepest and sweetest spots. he smirked in male satisfaction as he kept pounding into you, sweat dripping down his honey-tinted skin from exertion. suddenly, he shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you look up at him as you eagerly sucked on his digits, swirling your tongue around them. with a low chuckle, he picked up the already rabid pace of his movements, watching you in awe as some drool dribbled out the corner of your mouth.

“you’re so eager, but so messy. you’re such a messy baby,” he hummed, but more so to himself. after a few seconds, he pulled his fingers out and instead moved them between your connected bodies and to your engorged clit, rubbing it at the rhythm fitting to his movements. 

you whimpered loudly, feeling your body getting out of control as you were slowly getting overstimulated with pleasure. a groan slipped past his lips as your needy walls squeezed him again, drawing him deeper as if you didn’t want him to pull out of you.

“so needy,” he panted, pressing his fingers to your sensitive bud. you whined and dragged your fingers over his back, which for sure would leave some marks.

but he would wear them proudly as a clear sign of how much pleasure he could bring to his sweet baby.

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐈𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | (𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Yhwach & Jugram, Askin & Bazz-B, Kisuke & Sosuke, Shunsui and Jushiro

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I wrote a little more for Shunsui and Jushiro, but I doubt you all would mind. I was originally going to scrap it and turn their part into a full piece…another time. Have a nice smut for the holidays!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, smut, double penetration (vag and anal), spit roasting, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, manhandling, degradation (being called a slut and cum dumpster), asphyxiation, spanking, reader being used for pleasure purposes, pet names (little one, good girl, sweetheart, sweet girl, princess), praising, squirting, creaming, marathon sex, mentions of multiple orgasms

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Just you having threesomes with different character pairings.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

「 Yhwach & Jugram 」

Yhwach stood in front of you, his cock fully erect and gleaming with your saliva. He pressed it against your lips with no pretense of gentleness, his movements slow but deliberate as he slid it into your mouth. His size stretched your lips wide, the veins along his shaft throbbing against your tongue as you struggled to take him deeper. His hand rested firmly on the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair as he held you in place.

“Look at how well you take the both of us…so pretty,” Yhwach grunted as he thrust his cock in and out your mouth, pushing himself deeper until your nose was pressed against the base of his cock. Holding his position for a few extra seconds, he pulled out and rest the tip of his thick cock against your cheek while you gasped for air. Strings of saliva connected his cock to your lips as you wheezed, doing your best to catch your breath.

However, on the other end, an equal yet opposite force was turning your insides into goo from the constant rough pounding of his cock battering against your walls. Both hands gripping your waist as Jugram guided you along his cock, creating a rhythm so you could match his pace as he plunged his pretty cock deeper with every thrust. You could feel the heavy pat-pat of his balls colliding with your clit each time he pushed himself all the way to the hilt. Your natural reaction was to clench around him, however, it was cut short when Yhwach cupped your cheeks to look up at him.

Your glossy eyes met his red ones, and for a moment, they crossed and rolled into your head when Jugram’s fingers came down to rub your clit. Pinching and teasing the swollen bundle of nerves. “Oh f-fuck! Nghh…god! Right there!” A squeal escaped your lips but was swallowed and turned into a muffled groan when Yhwach pushed his cock past your lips.

“Keep sucking, little one,” Yhwach growled. His tone was sharp, a commanding edge laced with condescension. “Show me how grateful you are to serve us.”

Both of them were in sync as Yhwach matched Jugram’s pace. As Yhwach pushed his cock down your throat, Jugram would pull out, so you were never empty at the same time. Muffled gurgling and moaning, along with the sounds of sweaty skin meeting and praises of how good you were taking their cock like the obedient pet you were, reverberated throughout the room. 

“Just like that…good girl,” Yhwach cooed as he slowed his thrust, taking his time to push himself to the back of your throat before pulling out. “So pretty taking two cocks at the same time. You like that, don’t you? You were made for this.”

“Y-Yes, my king. Please use me to your heart’s desire,” you begged and opened your mouth for his cock to return, tongue sticking out the way he liked.

A satisfying grunt was his response, while Jugram leaned forward, resting his lips by your ear to kiss your lobe and give it a bite. “Such a slut for His Majesty’s cock and mine. You would do well to remember this moment and be grateful,” he muttered before dragging his lips down to the junction of your neck to plant a hickey.

“So tight, so perfect. You were made for this.” His deep, sultry voice was doing more chaos to your mind than you expected. You could feel the way your pussy clenched at every word, oozing more juices to coat his already cum-covered cock, and squeezing him nicely. Sucking him back in to keep hitting that spot repetitively, making your toes curl and your back arch into his touch.

“You’re such a good little thing.”

「 Askin & Bazz-B 」

“Goddamn,” Askin groaned breathlessly, though there was a tinge of amusement. “How does someone this powerful end up with a body like this? It’s criminal, really. You’re gonna kill me in the best way possible. God, you should have come with a warning.”

“Maybe you just don’t have the stamina,” you teased, looking down at him with a smirk. Your voice was playful, but the way your body responded to him betrayed how much you were enjoying his complaints.

“Oh, I have the stamina,” Askin shot back, his grin widening despite the way his jaw clenched from the tight, velvety grip of your walls. “But you—” He groaned as your pussy squeezed him particularly hard, cutting off his words. “You’re built to drive a man insane.”

“Shut up and focus,” Bazz-B growled from behind you, his deep voice straining as his thick, heated cock thrust into your tight ass with relentless want. The force of his movements matched Askin’s erratic rhythm. His fingers were spread over the curve of your lower back as he pulled you back onto him with each thrust, burying himself deeper into the tightness that squeezed him like a vice.

Your body was trapped between them, utterly consumed by the pleasure they were giving you. Every thrust sent waves through you, your moans and cries of pleasure mingling with their grunts and groans. Askin’s cock, slick with your juices and the remnants of his previous releases, stretched your pussy, the friction drove you wild as he pounded into you from underneath. Bazz-B’s cock was just as relentless, filling your ass with an almost overwhelming fullness, his pace rough and demanding as he claimed you.

“You’re fucking insane,” Bazz-B hissed as your pussy clenched around Askin’s cock, leaning to his cock being squeezed as well. “We’re screwing a Shinigami, Askin. Do you even get how messed up this is?”

“You weren’t complaining five minutes ago,” shot back Askin breathlessly from the way your pussy seemed to endlessly suck him back in. You were too much for him to handle. “Besides, it proper to welcome our guest His Majesty spared out of interest. This could be one of the reasons why he spared her—we’re lucky to get first use.”

“Oh, just shut up and fuck me harder,” you moaned.

Askin chuckled under you, his hands sliding up to your chest to give your breasts a squeeze before rolling your nipples between his fingers. “As you wish, darling,” he grinned and gave a particularly harsh thrust and forced your head to fling backwards, colliding against Bazz-B’s shoulder. The rhythm between the three of you became more synchronised, their cocks moving in perfect motion, filling you up completely and leaving you gasping for air.

Your pussy clenched around Askin’s cock, the creamy mixture of his cum and your own juices making every thrust slick and easy as he drove deeper, hitting spots that made your entire body shudder. Bazz-B’s cock stretched your ass, the thickness of him almost too much to handle, but the way he filled you was addictively good, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through you. A hand from him came down to slap your ass, in awe of the recoil and the way it jiggled under his touch.

“Fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry. Your pussy’s too fucking good,” Askin groaned and tossed his head back as your body trembled, teetering on the edge of release. Both their movements grew rougher, more desperate and unrelenting as they chased their orgasms. “I don’t think we could be normal after this. Fuck being a Shinigami, you’ve got to new bodyguards.”

“So much for being Yhwach’s guest—the old man is gonna have to pardon us for taking over if this was his purpose for sparing you,” Bazz-B grunted. “You’re one hell of a distraction, but I’m not complaining.”

“Then don’t hold back,” you breathlessly gasped as you rocked your hips to meet their thrusts. “Fill me up. I want every last drop if I’m going to be stuck here.”

「 Kisuke & Aizen 」

“Just look at her,” Aizen murmured, his voice smooth and condescending. “She takes it so well, doesn’t she, Kisuke? Absolutely desperate to be filled over and over again.”

“She’s a little too good at it,” Kisuke replied, stroking his already-hard cock, still slick with the remnants of your earlier encounter. “It’s almost like she was made for this.”

Your body was in a constant tug-of-war between two powerful masterminds as they manipulated you to their will. You weren’t sure how many positions they had experimented on you, but you were sure that it was far from finished from the glimpses of determination in their eyes.

The strength of Sosuke’s grip around your neck as he pressed your face into the mattress, ploughing into you from behind, left no room for argument. You had to lie there and take his cock as it bullied your insides for the umpteenth time tonight, rearranging you to outdo the renovation that Kisuke’s cock did earlier. You could feel the sheer force of your gummy walls gripping him with abandon want, sucking him back in deeper each time he slid out before his hips harshly collided with your ass.

Sosuke’s fingers were on your clit as he drew strategic patterns to make you sob and drool all over yourself, your out-of-state transcend was cut short by Kisuke’s gentle hands cupping your face to lift your head off the mattress.

“Atta girl. Come on now, open those lips for me. Take me all the way, don’t waste a drop,” he encouraged, and who were you to deny him his request. Obediently, your lips parted, and his cock rested heavily against your tongue, the salty-sweet taste of his precum sent goosebumps down your spine, urging you to clench around Sosuke’s cock.

“You spoil her too much, Kisuke.” Came Sosuke’s voice as he sent a particularly rough thrust to make your jaw slacken around Kisuke’s cock. His grip around your neck was still present, firm but not aggressive as he continued to let the rhythm of his hips send more shivers through your body as you struggled to focus on their cocks. Kisuke being as calm as he was, ignored Sosuke’s comment and simply cupped your jaw to guide your head along his cock, groaning at the warmth.

But Kisuke was anything but gentle in these past hours he’s been fucking you. This was just the warm-up before his grip on your jaw tightened before he held your head still and punish your throat with his cock. Aizen’s thrusts grew rougher, more erratic as if competing for your attention. The force of his hips drove you forward, causing Kisuke’s cock to push deeper into your throat, the sensation making your eyes water. You gagged slightly, the sound muffled around Kisuke’s girth, but he only smirked, holding your head firmly in place.

Balls slapping against your skin, the sounds of your wet, slick pussy squelching against Sosuke’s cock and their derogatory praises filled the air. Tears were streaming down your face from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of being filled in every way. You would feel Sosuke and Kisuke’s cum sloshing around in your pussy as the former pushed it deeper, some spilling out and coating his cock. The heady sensation of a cock being pushed down your throat at a blinding speed while sweet words were being whispered to encourage you to take more, was diabolical.

“You look so pretty like this,” Kisuke praised breathlessly as your throat constricted around him. “Letting us use you to experiment and have fun. You like being filled with our cum, don’t you? Our little cum dumpster…”

A particular slap to your ass from Sosuke and the tightening of his fingers against your neck, applying just enough pressure to earn muffled whines and your pussy clenching made him laugh. “Indeed. Perfect little cum dumpster—of course she enjoys it,” he stated confidently. “Don’t you sweetheart?”

Looking up at Kisuke through teary eyes, you nodded and whined a small ‘yes’ before he pulled his cock from your mouth, leaving a sputtering and wheezing mess. “Y-…Yes. Please…more. Please fill me up.”

“Who am I to deny this one request.” Grinned Sosuke as he changed his angle to focus his cock directly against your sweet spot, each thrust punishing that one spot over and over as you lay, pinned under him, trembling.  “Now be a good girl and cum for us.”

「 Shunsui and Jushiro 」

Squealing at the sudden spray of your juices squirting out and soaking the futon beneath you, your sounds were turned into a gargle of short gasps when Shunsui adjusted his hold on your legs and shifted his hips to reangle his cock. The thickness of his cock plunging in and out your ass, with each new thrust, disappearing between the plush roundness of your cheeks, left you trembling against his chest. Your sweaty back against his equally sweaty chest while he held you open like some sacrificial orifice, his hands gripping the back of your thighs and curling them into your chest, keeping them widely spread for Jushiro to have just enough space to drive his cock deeper into your pussy.

Softer, yet lustful eyes, meet your hazy and drunken ones. The gentle green, now replaced by a viridian shade locked with yours as a sweet smile stretched across his flustered face. Easily he closed the gap between you two and met your lips in a steady, bruising kiss, swallowing all your moans as his and Shunsui’s cock created a rhythm, ensuring that you were never empty as other filled you. His tongue swept into your mouth to capture your tongue, while a curtain of white hair blocked out the surroundings as he pressed himself against you, wanting to mould his body into yours.

“You look beautiful, so perfect. Taking us so well,” Jushiro murmured against your lips while he pressed a little more weight into his thrusts, his hands aided Shunsui with keeping you spread enough for him to reach deeper. One hand released your thigh to reach out and cup your cheek, wiping a bead of sweat close to your eye. “You were made for me…for us.”

Your response was an automatic clench of your walls followed by another torrential of juices squirting out again, soaking his lower abdomen and thighs. There was an echoed groan from each of them as they slowed for a moment to enjoy the slight spasming of your walls planting tiny kisses along their length. It was as though you were naturally sucking them in deeper with each kiss, begging for them to never leave. They already fitted you like two perfect puzzle pieces, leaving you boneless with the rhythmic push and pull of their cocks.

But just as they slowed to savour the sensation, their tempo increased once they regained their focus, and the reverberations of squelching elicited lewd sounds in your ear. Each slide of their cock into your wet heat made your toes curl and vision blurred. Shunsui’s purposeful rolls of his hips, plunging his cock further into your ass as he brought you down on his cock sent Jushiro’s cock rubbing against your sweet spot, leaving you whimpering, on the verge of blanking out. You didn’t know how to function as the sensation was heady.

“Look at you…all greedy for more, aren’t you pretty girl?” Shunsui purred huskily while his lips grazed your earlobe, continuously rolling his hips expertly to match Jushiro’s tempo. While Shunui’s cock was thicker, designed to stretch you to your limits, Jushiro’s elegant shape was longer and curved to rub perfectly in areas where others couldn’t reach. “You’re making a mess all over us, squeezing us so tightly…feels like you’re about to cum again.”

“P-please…more,” you whimpered as you felt another wave approaching, the same time the delicious stretch of Shunsui’s cock left your ass clenching around him as his head nudged deep, pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness pushing you to the brink as Jushiro’s cock ground in sync against the sweet spot inside your pussy, the friction driving you crazy. Your nails gripped Jushiro’s arms, raking down his limbs as pathetic whines and whimpers left your lips.

Before you knew it, another gush of juices squirted from your pussy again. Jushiro’s and Shunsui’s cocks glided effortlessly through the mess, the slick and lewd sounds ground louder as they began to chase their highs. Skin slapping against skin with the occasional stutter of their hips when your walls gave a particularly harsh clench around them, prompting a hiss or groan. Easily, Jushiro’s lips returned to yours while Shunsui’s trailed along your shoulder, adding to the hickeys already left. The combination wasn’t making things better.

“If you keep this up, gorgeous, you’ll milk us dry,” Shunsui quipped as he planted a kiss on the area he bit, soothing the sting. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want us to fill you up till you’re all swollen and it’s dripping out, hmm?”

Unable to form a coherent response, you whined against Jushiro’s lips as he smiled at your reaction, feeling a sense of pride swelling in his chest that you craved them. You pulled away shortly to look down at the mess between your legs—a ring of cream gathered at the base of both their cocks. Jushiro, taking the opportunity, attached his lips to your other neck to kiss along the curve, whispering sweet nothings and praises of how well you were doing.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered in between kisses. “You feel so good, love. I don’t think I can get enough of you.”

Your hands travelled from his arms to his shoulders, pressing your nails into his skin leaving behind pretty moon crescents. Both their names tumbled from your lips in a series of breathless moans as your legs trembled and toes curled once more.

“Don’t worry, princess. We’ll give just that and more.” At the reassurance from Shunsui, his hand slipped from your thigh to reach for your clit, flicking it lightly and drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. “Just let it all out…give us everything.”

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[the-odd-shu]

Fluffy scenarios for clear skin

Another Lab Illustrator Reader installation!

Masterlist

Previous:

Characters: Jayce, Viktor, Gender Neutral Reader (Reader uses they/them pronouns)

Established: Jayce/Viktor/Reader (POLYCULLLEEE)

Reader to Jayce: Do you ever look at Viktor when he's thinking and want to kiss every inch of his face?

Jayce taking a slow sip from his hot drink: No. I think he would bite me if I tried.

Reader: Maybe. But whenever he pouts, his eyes go all thoughtful and distant, and I can hardly control myself.

Jayce: Please continue to control yourself. I don't want to have to write an accident report because you lost a nose.

Reader sighs again: Would you bite my nose off if I kissed every inch of your face instead?

Jayce no-rizz Talis then proceeds to choke and nearly perish on his drink.

In summary, Reader's partners sometimes give them cuteness aggression.

Just the image of Viktor doing that adorable pouting face, and Reader calmly setting down their pen, getting up, crossing over to Jayce's desk to get rid of their cuteness aggression via kisses on poor Jayce instead.

I kind of like the idea of them doing this instead of crowding Viktor when he's clearly trying to think. Whereas Jayce is just constantly on the look out for touch and validation, so it works out great for him. He melts under the attention, more than happy to put his notes aside for a moment in favour of a rather lovely excuse for a break.

They're quiet about it, but sometimes the movement will pull Viktor out of his musings regardless, and he'll just frown at the pair of them acting like idiots.

And if he insinuates he's feeling a little left out, you bet Reader is going to calmly drag him close and touch temples with him - a deeply personal Zaunite display of affection - which would have a whole new adorable expression appearing on Viktor's face and would send Reader IMMEDIATELY into going back to attack Jayce instead of smothering to poor, overwhelmed man.

In a similar vein of thinking, it would definitely be manadatory for Reader to give into it, just once.

Maybe Jayce is conveniently out of the room, and maybe Viktor is just RIGHT THERE, PLAINLY in sight. And maybe, just this once they SIMPLY CANNOT contain themselves. Viktor is right there and they're not getting any work done because they can't tear their eyes off him.

So they give in, and pepper Viktor's adorable pout with kisses. And the man is just BAFFLED! It takes him a moment to understand what is happening, and then he's letting out flustered strings of words in both his mother's tongue and Piltovern Common, and he's shoving them away by their cheeks.

Reader of course isn't deterred, and just ends up grabbing the hand to kiss his knuckles. Viktor glares down at them with a look of resignation and burning red ears.

Jayce comes in like: what did I miss.

Reader: Turns out he doesn't bite.

Viktor: Not yet. Don't tempt me.

Jayce is rewarded with a forehead touch for simply existing that time round - the significance is not lost on him and he feels touched.

Viktor's that choatic boyfriend that hears you complaining about a colleague one too many times, and then proceeds to inconvenience them in the most subtle and irritating way known to man, all whilst giving you a shit-eating little smirk as he sits back and watches the world burn.

"That fucker giving you trouble Darling? No worries, I stole all of his left socks and buried them in the staff room plant pot after hours."

"They said what about Jayce?" A beat of silence.

"Viktor?! Where are you going with that washing up liquid."

"Nowhere." Very obviously makes his way to the kitchen.

Said co-worker that was talking shit then begins complaining that every cup of coffee they make tastes like soap!

Someone talks shit about their partners:

Jayce 'can we talk about this' Talis: "here is a thirty page essay as to why you're wrong, and I have a PowerPoint slide prepared with additional evidence if you will please take a seat and allow me to reeducate you."

Viktor who will resort to psychological warfare to get his point across correcting them, whilst also blatantly gaslighting them into believing that Jayce and Reader can do no wrong, and they were in fact crazy for insinuating such cruel things about either of them to begin with.

Reader who stabs first with their artist-grade scalpel, and asks questions when they're incapacitated and bleeding out on their floor: "Say that again, to my face this time. Go on, I dare you."

(There is a reason why Jayce and Viktor ((the pacifists)) do not teach Reader how to use any of the hextech devices. They will commit murder and refuse to regret it whilst Jayce sweats bullets and Viktor stares on, mouth aghast by the sheer brutality of said murder).

"He deserved it," Reader will explain simply.

And Viktor will go, "perhaps, BUT YOU COULD HAVE LEFT HIS HEAD ATTACHED!"

Jayce who's trauma raises its head when his partners are cold. Blankets. Warm drinks. Heating on full blast. That snow storm did a number on him and he HATES the winter because of it.

Are you shivering? Is Viktor? No stress, he shall simply have to BECOME the blanket to keep you both alive and well. It is as sweet as it is heartbreaking.

Viktor who's upbringing in Zaun sometimes makes him precious with food. Not because he was starving, but because sometimes he couldn't have as much food as he wanted, simply because money was tight growing up.

Maybe he has a sweet treat, and ends up breaking it into threes to share with you and Jayce.

Maybe there's only one tea bag left, so he settles for water, despite having REALLY wanted that cup of warm tea.

Maybe he's waiting for seconds for dinner, but there's only enough left for two more portions, so he says he's not hungry anymore.

Viktor who will sometimes feel the gnaw of hunger but make a hot drink to soothe his stomach instead of actually eating something, because its only so far into the day, and if he doesn't eat now, then he won't be as hungry later-

Safe to say, his partners notice. And Jayce keeps the kitchenette well stocked with drinks and snacks alike, whilst Reader will stop by a bakery or cafe in the morning to bring him a proper breakfast, as well as breakfast for themselves and Jayce so he doesn't feel like he HAS to share.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Jack I’m afraid you’ve infiltrated my thoughts because I was thinking of bruised up Price, and it turned into Nik finding out he’s obsessed with bruising John up, had no idea about it before, but after their first night together, Nik finds him leaning against the counter with his mug, still buck ass naked, and there are p e r f e c t bruises in the shape of Nik’s fingers on his hips, and John jumps when Nik slowly aligns his fingers, laying his hands there

While is mind is very much malfunctioning

When this came in, Nikki, the sound I made.

Nik likes marking what is his. And John likes being marked.

cw: consensual bruises/hickies, possessive behaviour.

Nik woke up to find a steaming mug of coffee on the bedside table. He had heard footsteps that had carried it there in the background of his subconscious, but it had been the smell - fresh ground coffee beans from Columbia - that had lured him back to the land of the living. He flexed his fingers against the cotton bed sheets and then let the stretch run the full length of his body, vertebrae and joints clicking, as he surfaced from the most restful sleep he'd had in a long time.

No John, obviously. For if there had been a John, then there would have been no coffee.

Last night had been... breathtaking. Years of yearning, of tentative steps back and forth towards an uncertain destination, of circling each other, too nervous to ruin what they already had. It had been by mere chance that Nik had broken the stalemate; a panicked kiss snatched as John exited the Black Hawk for a mission based on bad intel, even by Laswell's standards. Come back to me.

And he had. They had barely stumbled through the front door of John's flat before their hands had started burrowing beneath their clothes, teeth and fingers biting into the firm topography of flushed, eager bodies. Nik had never had sex like it. Sex where he felt like he had burrowed beneath his lover's ribcage and taken refuge in his chest, every gasp, every flex, like it had happened beneath his own skin. He had never wanted to possess, consume, protect, as strongly as he did with John.

Nik gathered John's pillow to his face and took a deep breath, searching for the smell of him deep in the cotton and goose down. It was there, but too faint. John had been awake long enough for the warmth to fade, and his scent along with it. Nik was left with no recourse but to leave the comfort of his bed in search of the source. With any luck, he could coax John back.

It was cold outside and even though John had agreed to turn the heating on, Nik grabbed his dressing gown from the back of the door and threw it on, leaving it to hang open at the front and off one shoulder as he strolled into the living room, otherwise naked. If he happened to pocket the lube on his way out, well...

The television was on, with some innocuous breakfast show host chatting about Storm Darragh on a plastic looking sofa, her too-white too-straight teeth bared in a smile that looked more like a grimace.

But no John.

Nik followed the sound of plates and running water towards the kitchen, and found what he was looking for washing up last night's dishes. The radio was on softly, a background track to the slosh of soap suds and the rattle of cutlery. Nik wasn't really paying attention to the song, because John hadn't seen fit to pull on more than a pair of boxers, leaving the rest of his magnificent body on full display. Nik's eyes dragged down the length of him, lingering just above his waistband.

Dappled across John's freckle-dusted skin, some faint, some vibrant, were blueish-black ovals in the shape of Nik's fingers. They flared over John's hip where Nik had clutched him tightly the night before. The sight of them made Nik's mouth run dry, his cock, hanging thick and heavy between his thighs, twitching against the edge of the dressing gown.

He remembered relishing the way John's body had felt in his hands, how his strong thighs had clamped down hard when Nik had pinned his wrists, how the give of the flesh over his hips, of his full, shapely backside had looked when Nik had turned him to breed him from behind. How every time John's voice had broken into a moan, Nik had held him tighter, held him down until he had come, wailing and begging. How John has felt so tight and so warm around his cock, his body the perfect, eager cock sleeve. Their first time had been just as passionate as he'd always dreamed, and it had left bruises like footsteps on John's skin.

Nik watched John with hungry eyes, lower lip rolling between his teeth. John felt his presence and Nik saw him tense a little, like a prey animal caught in a predator's ambush.

Price had risen early out of habit, leaving Nik to rest after his athletic performance the night before. The only time he ever managed longer than seven hours was after a particularly gruelling op, and even then it took several days for his mind to settle to the point his body could rest. He hadn't bothered showering, but tidied up the flat, checked some emails for anything urgent, and now he was rinsing out last night's beer glasses. He felt Nik's arrival rather than heard him, and his chin tilted down, watching Nik's reflection in the stainless steel of his toaster. He chewed the inside of his cheek when he realised Nik was naked but for his dressing gown, his thick, masculine physique flaunted with mouthwatering confidence that made Price weak.

His skin prickled under Nik's scrutiny, every nerve on tenterhooks as the memory of the night before still echoed through his body, a glorious, bone-deep ache. His body still remembered the shape of Nik's cock, and Price had admired the evidence of his hunger in the bathroom mirror as he'd brushed his teeth; a rainbow of bruises on his neck, his shoulders, his hips and thighs.

And yet, he was desperate for more. Desperate to feel Nik's hands on him again; holding him down, spreading him open. Desperate to latch onto his broad shoulders and huge biceps, to feel his full chest push down against his back, the firm peaks of his nipples contrasted with the softness of his fur. Price stared at the stream of water spilling over the mug in his hands because, other than his sight, every other sense of tuned into Nik.

Nik sipped his coffee more to stop his mouth from watering than anything else, and closed his eyes briefly, if only to focus on the light sting of scratches up his back where John's blunt nails had caught him in his desperate ecstasy. Nik remembered feeling the first graze, but his mouth had been sucking a mark into the arch of John's throat at the time. Just below the beard line so it could be hidden by John's shemagh. Only just.

John was beautiful. His skin, a patchwork of freckles, scars and uneven tan lines, overlaid a trim, muscular body that was narrow and broad in all the right places. His waist was the perfect shape, slotting into Nik's hands like John had been forged with the shape of them in mind, and his muscular back had flexed so beautifully when Nik had thrust into him. He wanted to see it again.

Nik drifted over, leaving his coffee mug on the dining room table as he drew close enough for John to feel his body heat.

"Mornin'," John murmured, the crackle in his voice from a night spent moaning and begging sent a little shiver of pleasure through Nik's core. John was ethereal, ruffled, the morning sun spilling through the kitchen window giving him a soft, warm glow at the edges. The clash of relative innocence with the traces of their debauchery made Nik want to sink his teeth in, to renew his claim on the strong, unyielding body before him.

"Good morning," Nik replied, leaning forward to place his mug on the counter. He had to lean close enough for his breath to ghost over John's skin, his chest hair to perhaps tickle his back, but he didn't touch, not yet. He closed his eyes and leaned in to John's shoulder, inhaling a long, deep hit of the bed-warm scent still lingering on his skin; faded cologne, clean sweat with deodorant, the warm musk of a man that had slept in clean sheets after being fucked into them.

"Surprised ya didn't have a lay in." Price was trying to keep his voice level, but even he could hear the tremor of anticipation, so subtle below his gravelly rasp. Oh, he wanted to be possessed again. John Price, so in command on the battlefield, wanted to be utterly dominated in his bed like he had been last night. The thought might have concerned him in the past, but ever since his romantic feelings for Nikolai had exploded into a ravenous sexual attraction, he had wanted those big hands holding him down, whether to ride his cock or fuck his hole, he hadn't cared. His only desire had been to have Nikolai over him, possessing him.

"The bed is cold without you in it," Nik murmured softly, his face tilting into the side of John's neck, the tip of his nose hovering close as he breathed him in.

Every hair on Price's arms stood on end, goosebumps rushing over his shoulders, the tremor of anticipation running through Price's core. His fingers curled against the counter at the edge of the sink, his nipples hardening, cock thickening in his boxers. Even after just one night, Price was conditioned for Nikolai's attention. He wanted nothing more than for Nik to scruff him and push him down, add more marks to establish his ownership.

Nik's lips touched John before his hands, pressing over the bruise they had marked on the back of his shoulder. He lingered there, sucking the tender flesh gently, the traces of sweat salty on his tongue. John let out a faint, low moan, his arm curling up so he could bury his fingers in Nik's hair. Nik ran his fingers over the bruising on John's hip, pressing down just enough for John to feel the rub of his calluses, John's skin dimpling under the pressure. John startled, and Nik could feel the roll of tension coil up his spine, hear the gasp of bewildered pleasure, so Nik pressed down a little harder, earning a soft, wrecked little moan.

Price's knees shook as Nik pulled him close, his chest pressing to Price's back, hair soft and enticing against his skin from shoulder blades to the base of his spine. He looked down to see that huge hand slope over his waist, encompassing it effortlessly, weathered fingers retracing the path of the bruises on his body with possessive glee. Price felt the shaft of Nik's cock settle in the clothed cleft of his arse and his bare toes curled against the tiles. Nik was so hard, searing heat so close to John's hole, the heavy weight of his sac brushing the undersides of his cheeks. Price tilted his hips up eagerly, lifting onto his tiptoes.

"You were so beautiful last night, and just as beautiful this morning, you drive me crazy..." Nik whispered into bruised skin, running his lips up the side of John's neck in slow, wet kisses. "Did you enjoy last night, detka? Did you like it when I made you spread your legs, take my cock deep?"

"Yeah, Nik... It was good, so fuckin' good," Price rasped, his breathy whisper breaking into another low moan as Nik's hand slid into his boxers to squeeze the length of his prick. Price looked down to watch Nik touch what he wanted, take what he wanted, fondling the fragile heft of his balls before stroking Price's shaft in long, lazy pulls as the other arm slanted over his chest to keep him close.

"You are ravishing, with my marks all over you, like I have claimed you as mine." Nik grazed his teeth against John's neck and felt a thrill when John's head flopped back and to the side. "Do you like them?"

"Like you lookin' at 'em," Price replied, his voice like treacle in his mouth. He rocked his hips a little into Nik's hand, rubbing back against Nik's cock, pinned as it was between his arse and Nik's belly. "Like you touchin' 'em. Wan'..." He trailed off, the intensity of his desire somewhat embarrassing.

"What do you want, John?" Nik squeezed John's glans gently, milking a few thick beads of precum that he smoothed down John's shaft. Listening to John's stuttering gasp, he shifted his hand across to squeeze one full tit, massaging the muscle against his palm as he sucked a deep, possessive kiss into John's neck.

"Hnng, wan' ya... t' make more, Nik. All over. Forever. Mark me up... please." Price's entire body hummed under Nik's hands, his cock twitching and leaking in Nik's grip. Fuck, his hand was so big. Price's prick wasn't small; respectable, perhaps slightly above average, but the way Nik's warm hand enveloped him, Price's wet, drooling cockhead pushing through the tight hollow of his fist, looked obscenely hot.

Nik pulled John away from the sink and turned him towards the centre island dividing the kitchenette from the living room, one hand sliding to his hip while the other took him by the back of his neck and pushed him down. Nik's nails dragged down John's spine, making those strong muscles flex, until his fingers hooked beneath the elastic of his boxers and pulled them down his thighs, leaving them to pull around his ankles. His arse was perfect, two full globes, with tidy whirls of body hair between them that trailed down over the swell of his balls. Nik licked the tip of his thumb and smoothed it around his puffy, pink rim, teasing it into a twitching, sensitive response. "Mm, beautiful."

Price stretched his hands over the wooden surface of the island, his hole, still sore and used from the night before, fluttered greedily under Nik's touch and Price wanted Nik to press inside, demand more. It ached so good. "C'mon, Nik... Fuck me. Please. Need ya so bad."

"Mm, detka. Ya budu tebya yebat' poka ty ne budesh' umolyat' menya ostanovit'sya," Nik whispered, gripping the base of his cock to rub the slick head around John's hole. He watched his pucker stretch and shift around it as he dipped just inside, teeth biting on his lower lip. The tortured little noises that John made sent a thrill up Nik's spine, and he reached into his pocket for the lube.

Price moaned when Nik's slick fingers teased into him, already slack enough for the sensation of being stretched to feel good, and he relaxed effortlessly. He felt filthy in the best way, hollowed out by Nik the night before, ready to be his cock sleeve again. The squelch of his fingers, the soft, approving rumble, the feel of his fingertips circling and stroking over his prostate, made Price's cock flick and leak onto the kitchen floor. It felt like his mind was melting, nothing but putty to be manipulated by Nik's hands and words, just as his body was. Mark me, take me, own me.

"Mm, John. You are so loose, so ready to be fucked."

"Oh, Nik, please, ahh, I'm gonna come."

"Then come, detka, but you will still take all of me, I will still mark you up again, inside and out."

"Oh, fuck, Nik... C'mon... Please, 'm yours, need yer, please."

Nik weighed up whether he would make John come on his fingers, gliding them in and out lazily, John's pretty hole glistening and butter soft, so hungry. But the thought of stuffing him full properly again, the way John was squirming so deliciously on the countertop, made his mind up for him.

Nik drew his hand away and slid it down the inside of John's leg, lifting it until the side of his knee and his inner thigh were resting on the counter too. Like this, his cock hung so prettily, his cheeks spread to show off that perfect hole, begging for Nik's cock as lube glistened down the back of his sac. "Ty vyglyadish' chertovski seksual'no..."

Price arched his back and cocked his hips, damp lips parted as he panted. He felt the soft hair of Nik's legs against his inner thigh and then the thick head of his cock against the taut muscle of his hole. He sheathed himself slowly, pressing forward in one thrust, stretching Price open until he was buried to the hilt. Price panted, channel flexing through the pressure of so much girth and length demanding space inside him. "Haa, ash, a ty okhrenitel'no khorosho... upravlyayesh'sya... svoi chlenom."

Nik chuckled, his hand sliding up John's spine to wrap his throat and arch him back. There was a reason Nik wanted him here. There was a long mirror in the hallway to their left, just by the front door. It was just broad enough for John to see himself take Nik's cock, see the way he looked so beautiful, marked up in surrender. Nik held John's jaw, hooked two fingers into his mouth and made him watch as Nik began to roll his hips. He slid his other palm over his thigh, thumb pushing into the swell of John's arse, teasing those bruises, pinning John to his countertop as he was fucked slow and deep.

Price's eyes widened, his nails biting into the wood beneath his hands at the overwhelming fullness, the burning stretch that was fading quickly into an ebb and flow of pleasure that made his mind go blank. He watched the thick, glistening length of Nik's cock slide into his body in the mirror, bewildered by the sight of his own body, held still, so thoroughly possessed by the beast of a man behind him; the delicious illusion of powerlessness, of willing surrender. Price wasn't used to being handled, to being so thoroughly subdued and possessed, and he was delirious with the pleasure of it.

Nik had let the dressing gown slip off, leaving him gloriously naked, his thickly muscled body with its satisfying layer of fat and dark rug of hair moved with an impossible amount of grace for a man his size. It was elegant, measured and controlled. There was no sordid slap of skin, only the glorious drag of his cock, a sweet, deep fullness and a constant pulse building in Price's hips as Nik took him apart with every thrust. "Nik, ahh... you know... Ahh, mm, the perfect spot... Fuck, oh fuck, it feels so... ahh, ahh."

"You were... made for this, John. Made for me to please. Keep watching, detka. Keep... ahh, watching me fuck your pretty hole. Look at how well you... take me." Nik kissed the back of John's neck, his back, leaned his nose and forehead against his spine as he began to grind deeper, thrusting harder.

"Oh Nik, oh Nik, ah, ah, fuh-uck..."

Nik drank John's moans down like a god consuming the prayers of the devout, but he needed to see his face. Needed to suck those full tits and possess his mouth just as he possessed his arse and cock. He ground deep once more before drawing back to guide John round to face him.

Price whined as Nik pulled out, leaving his twitching hole gaping and empty. He dropped his foot stiffly as Nik turned him and lifted his hips, sliding back onto the countertop as Nik stepped between his thighs and licked into his mouth. It was a demanding kiss and Price yielded, moaning as Nik's fingers bit into his hips, exciting and renewing those bruises, their cocks sliding together, slick with lube and precum. When one big hand snagged his hair and pulled his head back, Price surrendered his throat and spread his legs wide, wanton and exposed, keening as Nik sucked another brand into his skin.

Nik licked the sweat from the hollow of John's throat and rubbed his face into the damp hair on his chest, nuzzling his nose between his gloriously full tits as they heaved with each laboured pant. Every inch of John was a masterpiece, every scar, every freckle, made to be consumed by the devoted. John may be breathing Nik's name like a prayer, but it was Nik who worshipped at the real altar. He slid his arms beneath John's thighs, urging John towards the edge of the counter enough to guide the tip of his cock into his rim before his fingers scooped beneath the meat of his arse to lift him.

As Price slipped into Nik's arms, his body sank back down the full length of his cock, seated flush against Nik's hips in one easy glide. A low, filthy moan tore from Price's throat as Nik fucked so deep it felt like he was in Price's damn guts. "Oh, oh, fuck, Nik," Price groaned, latching onto Nik's shoulders as the two strong hands cupped beneath his arse moved his six foot two, ninety kilogram body along Nik's cock like a fuckin' fleshlight.

Nik slammed his hips into every thrust, knowing his cock was sliding over that perfect spot in John's body, as he stooped forward to kiss and bite at his chest. With each sucking bruise he left, John's voice grew louder, his pleas and groans increasingly more desperate. Wet, hard cock flopping between their bellies, neglected, but John was so close just form being fucked. Nik could feel it in his legs and hips, a rigid tension, see it in the flush of his skin and the misty distance of his eyes. He writhed in Nik's grip, body rocking itself onto Nik's cock, meeting his thrusts.

Price spread his legs wide over Nik's arms, hands at his shoulders, back bowed so Nik could bite and suck his ownership over his tits. His head fell back, his balls drawing tight, and he spilled in thick ropes over their bellies just as Nik sucked hard on one of his nipples. "Nik, Nik, Nik!"

Nik moaned, slowing his pace to long out the aftershocks of John's orgasm in that sweet spot just before overstimulation, greedily drinking in those delicious, wanton moans as Nik's cock teased his clenching channel. "The way your arse sucks on my cock... o, kak zhe ty goryach..."

Nik was so close, teetering on the brink in a heady, tingling liminal space before the fall, and he savoured the breathless moment. The sight of John's body in his arms, his head thrown back in abandon, his skin sheened in sweat. It was the flash of those blue eyes that looked at him with such unbridled adoration, so bright, so full of ecstasy, that dragged Nik's orgasm from him mercilessly. It spread like the rolling shockwaves of a nuclear warhead, cock throbbing with each thick pulse or cum as Nik held John flush to his hips, his entire body rigid as he snarled into John's chest.

Price groaned as Nik's orgasm spilled into him, Nik's cock buried to the hilt to make sure Price's body took every drop. Nik had marked him, inside and out, the throb of new bruises on his skin mixing with the warmth of Nik filling him up; it was raw, animalistic, and Price never wanted to fuck any other way.

Nik stumbled a little, settling John's rear on the edge of the countertop as he withdrew his cock, the sound of wet suction as lube and spend dripped out of John's hole was deliciously filthy. Nik peppered gentle kisses on John's jaw as he kept his legs raised and spread over his arms, making him linger in that hollowed out feeling that came after being fucked so full.

Price basked in the deep recesses of an afterglow that seemed to muffle the rest of the world out. He tilted his face to Nik's and kissed him lazily, sucking on his tongue, his lips, his body humming with warm bliss. When Nik lowered his legs, Price stumbled, held up by the strong arms that wrapped around him. "Bloody 'ell, yer've fucked me boneless..."

"That is a good thing, I hope," Nik said softly, cradling John's body to his chest, nuzzling kisses into the mess of his hair.

"Oh yeah. Can't believe we've wasted twenty years not fuckin'..."

"Not wasted. We had to allow the chemistry to reach its natural conclusion."

"Hmm." Price closed his eyes and took a deep breath of Nik's musky scent, knowing his own cowardice had held him back more than any damn chemistry, but it didn't matter. He had Nik now, and he was going to enjoy every part of him from this point on. "Feelin' a bit woolly in the 'ead, might shower, lie down."

"Of course. Come." Nik pressed a palm to John's forehead briefly, just to check, but found only the natural, post-coital warmth beneath his skin. He scooped him up anyway, much to John's amusement.

"Eh, wossis?"

"You are boneless and therefore cannot possibly walk."

"Ha, fine, fine, but if yer tell a soul, 'll nail yer bollocks to the nose of yer Heli."

"Your terms are acceptable."

Price slumped in Nik's arms with another rueful chuckle, and let himself be carried into his en suite. They shared the shower, and Price tried not to look too closely at the thrill he got when Nik washed him, those large hands working over his intimate areas possessively, over his cock and balls, between his cheeks, beneath his arms and up his back and chest; a full body massage with soap and water that left a tingling pleasure in its wake.

By the time they stumbled back to bed, Price was nursing a semi, but felt too spaced to do much about it. He curled against Nik's chest, burying his nose in his soft chest hair, and basked under the caress of strong fingers down his back.

Later, they would cook a late breakfast and head out for a walk, and Nik would touch the marks he had left through John's clothes, nuzzling the hickies on his neck through his scarf. "Mine," Nik whispered against John's throat when he pushed him against the trunk of a broad oak tree to kiss him, a hand sliding into his waistband.

"Yeah, Nik, yeah... All yours, fuck. All yours."

[fourthavecafe]

Love your fics soooo much!! One of my favourite nsfw tickle writers! Would you do a fic where there reader is taking to a guy (maybe unintentionally flirting even) and she gets punished for it by Sakuna or any of them rlly?)

when talking to a neighbor takes an unexpected turn

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It had been a perfectly normal day. The air was crisp, the sky cloudless and I was just about to make a cup of tea when a knock at the door interrupted my quiet moment. I opened it to find my neighbor standing there, holding an empty measuring cup.

“Hey” he said with an easy smile. “Sorry to bother you, but do you have some sugar I can borrow? I just realized I ran out.”

I smiled back, naturally polite. “Of course, give me a second.” I disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a small jar of sugar and handing it to him. “Here you go. Make sure to return the jar, okay?” I added with a playful chuckle.

“Absolutely. Thanks so much” he said, lingering for a moment. He made some small talk nothing out of the ordinary asking about the weather, if I’d heard about the neighborhood barbecue coming up. I responded cheerfully, happy to engage in a bit of harmless conversation. It wasn’t like I had much else going on.

The moment seemed unremarkable, but that all changed in the blink of an eye.

Literally.

I hadn’t even turned back toward my living room before I felt the world shift. One second I was standing at my front door and the next, I was lying flat on my back in my bedroom, limbs spread out and tied to the corners of my bed. The jarring transition sent my heart racing as my eyes darted around the room.

What the hell just happened?

“S-Sukuna?!” I stammered as my gaze finally settled on the figure looming over me. His crimson eyes glinted dangerously, his expression eerily calm—too calm.

“You’re quick to call my name now” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Where was that loyalty when you were standing there flirting with the neighbor like a common street whore?”

“What are you talking about?!” I snapped, trying to tug at the bindings on my wrists and ankles. “I wasn’t flirting! I was just being nice h-he needed sugar!”

Sukuna tilted his head, his gaze cold and calculating. “Oh, you’re just nice now? Smiling at other men, laughing at their stupid jokes. Do you think I didn’t hear you?” He leaned closer, his tone dipping into something more dangerous. “Let me make something very clear to you. You are mine. My property doesn’t talk to other men, let alone flirt with them.”

“I wasn’t flirting!” I protested, my voice cracking slightly under the weight of his intense stare. “You’re overreacting!”

A slow, sinister smile spread across his face. “Overreacting? No, I don’t think so. In fact…” His claws extended, sharp and deadly, glinting in the dim light of the room. “I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”

Before I could respond, his claws descended, not with the violence I expected but with terrifying precision. One pair of hands latched onto my sides, his claws tracing slow, deliberate circles over my ribs. Another pair ghosted over my armpits, while the last pair moved down to my hips and inner thighs.

“What are you doing?!” I yelled, jerking against the bindings.

Sukuna’s grin widened. “Teaching you a lesson. Let’s see how much defiance you have left after this.”

The sensation hit me like a lightning bolt. His claws dragged against my skin in a way that was maddeningly light but unbearably effective, sending jolts of unbearable ticklishness radiating through my body.

“N-no!” I gasped, biting back a laugh. “Stop it, Sukuna! This isn’t—ha—funny!”

“Funny?” he repeated, his tone mockingly curious. “I’m not trying to be funny. I’m trying to remind you that you’re mine.” His claws worked with terrifying precision, alternating between slow, teasing scratches and sudden, unpredictable jabs that left me gasping for breath.

I writhed against the bonds but there was no escape. The sensation at my ribs and armpits was relentless, but the claws at my hips and inner thighs were a new level of torture. Every time I tried to twist away, his claws found a new spot to attack, as if he had mapped out every single ticklish nerve ending in my body.

“Okay! Okay!” I managed to choke out between helpless bursts of laughter. “I get it! I get it—ha—please stop!”

But Sukuna didn’t stop. If anything, my pleas seemed to amuse him. “Oh no, we’re just getting started” he said, his voice calm and unyielding. “If you had time to flirt with your neighbor, then you certainly have time for me.”

“I wasn’t flirting!” I shouted, though my words were barely coherent through the laughter spilling uncontrollably from my lips. My stomach ached from the strain of it, tears streaming down my face as Sukuna’s claws continued their merciless assault.

His hands at my sides moved to my belly, where he began tracing maddening circles around my navel. “Such a sensitive spot” he mused, his tone almost clinical. “It’s fascinating how easily your body betrays you. Perhaps if you spent more time obeying me and less time entertaining others, you wouldn’t be in this position.”

“You’re insane!” I managed to yell, my voice high-pitched and breathless.

Sukuna chuckled darkly. “Perhaps. But you should’ve considered that before disrespecting me.” His claws at my hips pressed just slightly harder, sending fresh waves of ticklish agony through my body.

I thrashed against the restraints, my resolve crumbling with every passing second. My laughter turned into breathless gasps, my protests dissolving into incoherent babbling as Sukuna’s claws explored every ticklish inch of my body with terrifying efficiency.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he paused. His claws hovered just above my skin, and I sucked in a shaky breath, my chest heaving.

“Do you understand now?” he asked, his tone calm and measured, as if he hadn’t just spent the last several minutes reducing me to a helpless, giggling mess.

“Yes” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, what?” he prompted, his claws twitching ever so slightly, a silent threat.

“Yes, I understand” I said quickly, desperate to avoid another round of his merciless tickling. “I’m yours, okay? I get it.”

Sukuna’s smile returned, satisfied and predatory. “Good” he said simply, his claws retracting as he leaned down, his face inches from mine. “Let this be the last time I have to remind you. Do you understand?”

I nodded frantically, my body still trembling from the ordeal.

“Good” he repeated, his voice a low growl. He pressed a fleeting kiss to my forehead before rising to his full height. “Now, clean yourself up and stay away from that neighbor. You won’t like what happens if I see you talking to him again.”

With that, he disappeared as suddenly as he’d appeared, leaving me tied to the bed, breathless and utterly defeated.

As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, one thought echoed in my mind: I really needed to stop answering the door.

[valkyrieromanoff]

Santa's photo: Sam Monroe x GN!reader

synopsis: you drag Sam to take a picture with Santa Claus.

a/n: hello there, just a drabble of what a trip to the mall with Sam would be like, just because my mom wanted to get in line after Christmas to get a picture. Anyway, I hope you like it :)

Sam trudged alongside you, his pale skin glistening with a sheen of sweat under the harsh mall lights. The cacophony of holiday cheer grated on his frayed nerves, the garish decorations assaulting his sensibilities. He tugged at the hem of his black t-shirt, uncomfortable in the crowded space filled with eager and giggling children.

"You're sure this is a good idea?" Sam muttered, blue eyes narrowing at the ever-growing line snaking towards Santa's armchair. The scent of gingerbread and cinnamon hung heavy in the air, churning his stomach. 

Your gentle smile didn't waver as you squeezed his hand, guiding him forward with soft insistence. "It'll be fun, Sam. I promise."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Fun. Right. Because nothing screams cool teenager like sitting on the lap of a creepy old man in a fake beard." Sam crossed his arms, jutting out his chin in a petulant pout. 

You just laughed, your melodic voice cutting through the din of the mall. "It's Santa, Sam. There's magic involved." Your eyes sparkled with childlike wonder as you gazed at the twinkling lights and festive trimmings adorning every surface.

Sam snorted, his lip curling in disdain. "Magic. Yeah, I'm sure the mall's idea of magic is the same as mine." Despite his biting words, he allowed himself to be tugged closer, the line inching forward with agonizing slowness.

Lord, just get me out of here, he thought bitterly, the teen's mood souring by the second as you crept ever nearer to the red-suited figure. But for you, he would endure this torture, no matter how much it annoys him.

After what felt like an interminable wait, the line finally dwindled, and it was your turn. You grasped Sam's hand tightly, pulling him forward as he trudged along beside you, his black boots scuffing against the scuffed mall floor.

The teen's shoulders slumped as he allowed himself to be led to stand before the garishly decorated chair, the red velvet fabric glaringly bright under the harsh fluorescent lights. Santa's eyes twinkled merrily as he beckoned them closer, bushy beard bobbing with each jovial chuckle.

Sam's nose wrinkled, catching the whiff of stale whiskey and cigarettes that emanated from the christmas' figure. He fought the urge to gag, instead settling for a surly scowl darkening his delicate features.

But then, from the corner of his eye, Sam caught sight of you. Your face was alight with pure, unadulterated joy, eyes sparkling brighter than any tinsel adorning the mall's ceiling. The corners of your mouth curled into a radiant smile, a vision of warmth and mirth that cut through the teen's foul mood like the first rays of dawn.

Feeling a sudden, inexplicable urge to see that smile broaden, Sam found his own lips twitching, a reluctant grin tugging at the silver piercing nestled in his chin. He quickly hid it behind a well-practiced sneer, hunching his shoulders as if to shield himself from the relentless cheer.

But still, as he sat gingerly on the edge of Santa's chair, his lean form a stark contrast to the soft and older man beside him, Sam couldn't fully stifle the small, genuine smile that crept onto his face. For you, he would endure this. For your happiness, he would play along, no matter how much it grated on his rebellious soul.

[gunkbaby]

never showed u guys my guinea pigs (had to give the ferrets back - in tags)

this is jarvis

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)❞

a/n: almost four hundred followers omg.. i love all you freaks mwah!! here is part two as promised. included some requests for characters. aged up! megumi and yuji of course. might do a part three maybeeee? afab body w/no gendered language as usual.

part one.

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. *. ⋆ TOJI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he thinks of it as memorabilia. snatching your panties from the floor before you have the chance to put them back on- just something he keeps to remember you bye.

▸ daddy kink. we all saw this coming, right? you call him daddy once and it's all he needs to fuck you into the bed for the rest of the night.

▸ thigh riding. seeing you frotting against his large thigh, desperate to cum, pussy practically drooling for it... his favorite foreplay 100%.

▸ cum play. this man will cum anywhere and everywhere and he'll love it. let him cum on your face, your ass, your chest, your back, down your throat, etc etc.

▸ hatefucking. angry sex after an argument where he takes out all of the stress you caused him on your poor holes :(

▸ breeding. you can give him another baby, can't you? you can make him a daddy all over again, right? just let him cum inside of you as much as he wants, he'll make it happen, he swears.

▸ exhibitionism. you grind against him once on the bar floor and next thing you know he's dragging out to the empty alleyway and pressing you against the nearest wall.

▸ size difference. he's so large, so big, every single part of him practically overtaking you. and he gets off on that fact so fucking hard!!

. *. ⋆ NANAMI KENTO

▸ cockwarming. seating himself inside your warm pussy while he's stuck doing all kinds of boring paperwork. he'll fuck you, he swears, you just gotta sit pretty on his lap for a little bit, okay?

▸face fucking. he loves taking out all of his stress on you. gripping your hair as he uses your mouth mercilessly, bullying his cock down the back of your tight throat.

▸blindfolding. silk ribbons in a variety of colors that he matches to the underwear you're modeling for him. only the best for his lover <3

▸ thigh riding. there's no better way to put him in the mood than pathetically grinding yourself against his thigh, using his body selfishly for your own pleasure.

▸ hair pulling. y'all know that one scene... he pulls at your hair exactly like that. fingers going white with how tight he's tugging at you, manipulating your position until you're face to face with his scowl.

▸ spanking. makes you count for every slap and if you miscount, he's starting all over again. pay better attention to him next time, yeah?

▸ semi-public. yes, he will bend you right over his desk, no he doesn't care there's a meeting going on next door. or better yet, against the window of the fourth floor, overlooking the busy street below it.

▸ phone sex. it really isn't any problem that he's across the country on a mission. even just the sound of your whines over the phone is enough to get him off.

. *. ⋆ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he would say he feels bad about it, but he doesn't. you looked so good in the lacey little things, he can't help but want to keep them for later. even has his own little drawer for them.

▸ masochism. the stinging pain of your nails running down his back is utterly euphoric. and don't get him started on how harshly you tug at his hair when he's eating you out- he can cum in his boxers just from that alone.

▸ breast play. massaging at the skin, feeling the plumpness under his fingertips. sucking at your nipples and leaving a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts. he's obsessed.

▸ edging. leaving you just on the brink of release over and over again, until tears are streaming down your face. he'll let you cum eventually, you just look so pretty this worked up for him.

▸ marking. oh my goddd do not get megumi started on this. he doesn't know why it gets him so worked up- seeing you covered in the hickeys and bite marks that he's left on you- but it does.

▸ cunnilingus. eats you out like a man starved, like he'll never eat you out again. pulling him away from your poor pussy is next to impossible if he's not yet done with his meal.

▸ mutual masturbation. sometimes you both just need to relaxation of release and nothing more. sitting across from each other on the bed, or maybe side by side, listening to the moans of the other as you both touch yourselves.

▸ dacryphilia. like adoptive father like adopted son. seeing your eyes brim with tears from how good he's fucking you drives him crazy.

. *. ⋆ YUJI ITADORI

▸ ass play. we all know he's an ass man i mean come on?! doggy style is his favorite position just because of it. seeing how the fat of your ass moves with every slap of his hips is fucking addicting.

▸ praise kink. tell him how good he's fucking you and how much of a good boy he is pleaseeee!!!!

▸ toys. he didn't realize how much he would love bringing toys into the bedroom until he sees how hard you can cum around him while he holds a vibrator to your clit.

▸ raw sex. he knows it's stupid, fucking you with no protection. you're pussy just feels so good, so warm, he needs to fuck you raw.

▸ face riding. please sit on his face, suffocate him, he doesn't care. it's his favorite position to eat you out.

▸ overstimulation. poor baby doesn't even mean to overstimulate you half of the time- he just has so much stamina, you understand that, right? and seeing you so flushed and fucked out under him has him so horny. just one more round, yeah? you can do that for him, right?

▸ dirty talk. yuji is a yapper and that doesn't stop when he's fucking you. the filth that comes out of his mouth has you wet just thinking about it.

▸ dry humping. the tension, the intimacy, the panting, the friction?? all of it, it's like a drug to him.

[s0dium]

Victoria Secret

A/n: For all my Geto lovers, i made sure the fucking was extra juicy. Enjoy!

Synopsis: Your secret indulgence? Buying lingerie. You've managed to keep this "hobby" under wraps until your worst nightmare, Geto Suguru, discovers your secret. Unexpectedly, he proposes a deal: he'll keep your secret, in exchange you help set up his friend Gojo with your roommate, and after that he will even buy you ten sets of your favorite lingerie. There’s just one catch—you have to model them for him. What could go wrong?

"W-what are you doing?" You manage to gasp but Geto just kisses the hollow of your throat. "Why? Do you want me to stop?" He murmurs against your skin. And you know you should say yes, but you shake your head. Like a fool. "Good girl."

Warnings: Teasing, praising, body worship, nipple play and sucking, soft-to-rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding

Word count: 5.5

Every Sunday, at precisely three in the afternoon, you sneak out of your apartment for what you call your "secret indulgence."

Your eyes gaze at the velvet-lined shelves, mentally dissecting the lace and silk items that sit on the red fabric. A familiar, gentle melody fills the boutique, playing overhead as soft light casts a warm glow on the meticulously displayed delicate fabrics. As you run your fingers over each fabric laid before you, you stop when you find one that feels like a whisper against your skin.

This one is perfect.

Carefully you hold the item up on either side, feeling the fabric between your index finger and thumb. Intricate floral patterns cover the lace material and you note the high-waisted cut and scalloped trim that would certainly flatter your figure. You hum in contentment. Yes, this piece of underwear will go perfectly with your collection.

Your "secret indulgence" you may ask? It is collecting lingerie.

Your indulgence was secret for a reason as well. Far too often people assumed that you collected lingerie for a boyfriend or even an audience, but it wasn't like that at all. In fact, it was the opposite, you collected lingerie for you. It wasn't like you never thought about trying it on for someone though, you just never seemed to have an opportunity too. Unlike many of your peers, you're not a social butterfly, never one to attend college parties or gatherings. Even your best friend Shoko has to drag you out of your room every once in a while. Yet, ever since you can remember, there's something about lingerie that captivates you—perhaps it's the delicate lace, the intricate patterns, or how damn good you looked in it. You were simply in love with it.

And up until now, you were pretty damn sure your indulgence was perfectly secret as well.

"Y/n! Just the person I needed to see."

Oh what the fuck.

Your steps halt instantly at the sound of the familiar voice, freezing you in place. You didn't want to look back, you didn't need to look back, you knew who was behind you. You purse your lips as a rush of thoughts floods your mind: Had he seen you leaving the boutique? He wasn't a fool; surely, he'd deduce that the two bags you were clutching came from somewhere significant nearby.

Shit shit shit. Fuck it.

With a nervous bite to the inside of your cheek, you slowly turned around, facing the tall man behind you.

"Geto." You dead pan. There’s a tightness around your mouth, the corners pulled down just enough to betray your displeasure. The usual spark in your eyes is conspicuously absent, replaced by a guarded, cool glare that clearly communicates your discomfort at this encounter.

Geto smiles and takes a few steps toward you. Your first instinct is to step back but you stay in place, taking in his appearance. He's wearing a black tank top today, one that clings to his well-defined muscles and shows off the tattoos covering his arms. He pairs this with casual grey sweatpants that hang loosely around his hips and of course, his long black hair is partially tied up in a man bun like it usually is, while the rest cascades down his back.

Of course he looks good.

Thin sharp black eyes scan you before landing on the two bags you are clutching. His smile grows. You know you're fucked. The last person you needed to uncover your secret.

"Enjoy your shopping?" He chuckles, nodding to the bags and you harshly bite your lip.

"Just some clothes for the summer" You respond dryly, making sure to be heard over the bustling people around you.

"Ah, you don't have to keep secrets from me." Geto chuckles and he gestures to the tattoo and piercing shop across the street. "You know I work there right? I see you go into the little shop every Sunday."

No. No, you did not know that.

You pause before speaking again. "Can I help you with something Geto?"

"Actually, yes you can. I need a favor."

"Favor?" Your eyebrows raise and you scoff. "What could I possibly help you with."

Geto smiles and takes another step forward. "I know we aren't friends, but Shoko is your best friend and she is also mine so I thought maybe we could benefit each other a bit."

You dont respond this time and he continues.

"My best friend, Gojo, im sure you know him."

You have to fight to hide the disgust on your face upon hearing the white-haired man's name. Of course, you knew Gojo, every one on campus knew Gojo, you specifically for the amount of girls he has "toyed" with.

"Yes, I know who the fuck Gojo is." You roll your eyes and you notice Geto has taken another step forward, effectively closing the distance between you two.

"Well, he is head over heels for your room mate-"

"Head over heels or just want to fuck her." You sarcastically snap back, cutting Geto off.

"Is there any difference these days?" he replies, a slight smirk playing at the edges of his lips, challenging the cynicism in your tone.

"And you want me to do what, exactly? Set her up with him? No way," you snap back, your voice rising slightly in indignation. "She's my friend, and I'm not some kind of matchmaker. Gojo can go screw himself."

"No, no, that's not what I'm saying at all," Geto quickly interjects, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm just asking you to let her know that he's available, that he likes her. Just make him out to be an option, you know? Your roommate can do whatever she wants with that information."

"Still, why would I want to do that?" you question, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion and frustration. The warmth of the afternoon seems to intensify the tension between you as Geto steps closer, diminishing the gap until he's just inches away.

"Because in exchange, I'll buy you anything you want," he offers, his voice low and persuasive.

"Um, what?" Your response comes out more as a reflex than anything else.

"Let me rephrase that," he continues, nodding slightly towards the bag of lingerie you're holding, which causes your cheeks to flush with embarrassment. "I’ll buy you what you really want."

"No," you retort firmly, feeling the discomfort rise.

"No?" He echoes, his tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"Yes, no. Besides, I'm not strapped for cash. I can buy what I want whenever I want—"

"Didn't I tell you you don't have to lie to me?" Geto cuts in, his voice lowering a bit. "Please, I know how expensive that store is, and I'm not offering just one thing. Say, how about 10 sets from that store you love?" he declares, his eyes flashing with a mix of challenge and amusement.

"10? Can you even afford that?" you retort skeptically, your eyebrows arching in disbelief. This game of his was becoming more intriguing and absurd by the minute.

He leans back, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Oh, and I have to go shopping with you and see you try it on," he adds, as if the deal wasn’t provocative enough.

"Why the hell would you want to do that?" You feel the tips of your ears grow red and you scoff. The idea of Geto Suguru choosing lingerie for you sounds so personal sends a shiver down your spine.

"Because," he pauses, his gaze intense, "its not about buying you lingerie, Consider it… a test of trust, can't just give you hundred of my dollars and let you do whatever you want, I want to make sure you use the money the way our deal assures you will which is... buying lingerie."

You pause, absorbing his words, the heat of the afternoon sun pressing down on you, making the moment feel even more surreal. "Fine. We follow each other on Instagram, so I'll DM you when it's done. But like you said, it's up to her what she wants to do with that information."

"Alright by me. See you soon," he replies, his tone casual yet carrying an underlying note of finality.

As you turn away, walking down the busy street, your mind races with the absurdity of the conversation.

What the hell just happened?

Your fingers hesitated over the blue send button, poised to confirm the completion of your part of the unusual bargain.

Earlier, you had shared with your friend the prospect of a date with Gojo Satoru, carefully omitting the details of the deal behind it. As expected, she was ecstatic, thrilled by the idea despite Gojo's questionable reputation—a fact that gnawed at your conscience. But what could you do? The arrangement was already in motion. Now, it was time to let Geto know that you had held up your end of the agreement, and it was his turn to fulfill his promise.

You took a sharp breath through your nose and pressed down on the screen, watching as the word "delivered" appeared beneath your message in the chat. Just as you were about to set the phone aside and start getting ready for bed, it pinged with a new message. It was from Geto Suguru. Your heart raced as you read the simple words.

When do you want to meet?

The sun blazes down as you approach your favorite boutique, the heat making the pavement shimmer like a mirage. Despite the sweltering temperature, you've donned a big, baggy sweater over your shorts—a choice more about comfort and less about fashion, especially since you didn’t want this meeting to scream 'date'. It’s your casual armor, albeit a warm one on a day like today.

As you near the boutique, you spot Geto Suguru waiting by the entrance. He leans casually against the wall, dressed in some graphic t-shirt and black jeans, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. This time his hair is completely up in a man bun that shows off his black gauge earrings and hints of a tattoo on his back. The moment he sees you, his lips curve into a knowing smile, as if he can read your thoughts about the outfit.

"Hey," he greets, pushing off from the wall to stand upright. His voice is smooth, a calm contrast to the bustling street around you. "I was starting to think you were gonna bail."

"And miss a chance at free money? I think not." you quip. "Hope Gojo enjoyed his date by the way." Sarcasm drips from your words and Suguru chuckles.

"Probably not as much as I'm gonna enjoy this." he counters smoothly. "Come on," he says, gesturing towards the boutique's door. "We got some shopping to do."

The moment you walk through the boutique doors, cool air hits you in refreshing waves, making you sigh with relief. The boutique interior sparkles with delicate lighting and the gentle clinking of hangers, an ambiance you know and love all too well. You notice that the store is unusually quiet today, with no other customers around—just the shop owner standing by the cashier, who flashes you a small, welcoming smile as you enter. As you step further, your eyes lock onto a stunning pink lingerie set draped elegantly on a mannequin right by the entrance. Its intricate lace and delicate details shimmer under the boutique’s soft lighting, radiating an aura of both luxury and temptation. It's new, and most definitely pricy.

"You’re staring," Geto observes with a smirk, catching you in your admiring glance.

"I'm appreciating," you correct him, the corner of your lips twitching upwards. The price tag hanging from the mannequin does nothing to deter you; it's clearly on the pricier side, but today, Geto’s wallet is on the line. "And since you’re offering, I think I’ll indulge."

Geto's laughter fills the air, playful and unbothered. "I should’ve known you'd go for the gold. Well, it’s your day. Let’s make my pockets weep then," he says, gesturing grandly towards the set.

Who were you to deny him?

You dive into the racks, your fingers grazing over silks and satins, selecting the most exquisite pieces you lay your eyes on. One by one, you gather a collection of lingerie sets—each more lavish than the last. There’s a daring scarlet set that promises to captivate, a royal blue ensemble that speaks of deep oceans, and a classic black lace number that's timeless in its elegance. By the time you're done, nine luxurious sets accompany the initial pink one on the counter.

Geto watches with a mixture of admiration and apprehension as the pile grows, his eyebrows raising slightly at each new addition. But he doesn’t protest; instead, he engages in light banter with the shop owner, who carefully folds each set into sleek boutique bags.

As the total rings up—a sum that makes even the shop owner blink twice—you don’t look away from Geto's face, watching for any sign of regret or hesitation. None comes. He simply pulls out his black card, the smirk never leaving his lips as he hands it over.

The transaction goes through with a soft beep, and you can’t help but feel a thrill of victory as he signs the receipt. You reach out to grab the bags and head toward the door, already planning where each piece will go in your wardrobe, when Geto’s voice stops you.

"Where do you think you’re going? We still have the other part of the deal, remember?" he says with no attempt to hide the amusement in his voice.

Geto's reminder hangs in the air, the playful edge in his voice more pronounced now. As realization dawns on you, you let out a low groan, remembering the full scope of the deal. "Oh," you say, hesitance hanging from your voice. "Right, the 'trying on' part."

"Exactly," he grins broadly. "Come on, my car is parked outside."

"HAH! You think I'm going to your house?" you scoff, raising an eyebrow in mock disbelief.

"Why not? Or can we go to yours?" he counters quickly, his grin turning into a challenging smirk.

You bite the side of your cheek. Your place was an absolute mess right now and you don't think you can handle Geto Surguru in your room. "Fine, yours it is," you finally concede.

The drive to Geto's place unfolds in a tense silence, your gaze fixed on the cityscape sliding past the car window. Your heart pounds with a mix of dread and nerves, the quiet amplifying the whirlwind of thoughts in your head. There had to be a way to get out of this. The idea of layering your clothes under the lingerie flickers through your mind, but you dismiss it almost instantly—Geto would see right through that. The thought of making a daring escape through a bathroom window doesn't seem entirely out of the question, though it feels more like a scene from a comedy than a realistic plan.

As you mull over these scenarios, you wonder about Geto's intentions. Was this all just a game to him, a way to tease you? He'd watched you choose each piece with care, so there was no question of you running off with his money. Was this some weird way he got off?

Your so into your thoughts that you dont even realize your at Geto's door.

"Welcome to my humble abode," He says through a grin as he swings upon the door. Rolling your eyes at his grandeur, you step inside, instantly taken by the loft's undeniable charm. The space is open and airy, with high ceilings and large, sunlit windows that overlook the bustling city below. Exposed brick walls add a touch of urban cool, while modern art pieces dot the walls, giving the place a curated yet lived-in feel.

"The bathroom is over there," Geto points nonchalantly towards a sleek, sliding door on the far side of the room. His tone is casual, as if inviting you to try on clothes was an everyday occurrence. He saunters over to a plush couch, settling in comfortably. "You can start whenever you're ready."

Feeling a flutter of nerves, you clutch the bag of lingerie a bit tighter. "You want me to—to try on all of them?" Your voice barely hides your anxiety.

"Nah, just two or three," he responds, his voice calm and nonchalant as he picks up a magazine from the coffee table.

With your heart pounding so loudly you're sure he can hear it, you make your way to the bathroom. The cool, modern aesthetics of the loft seem to blur as your mind races. Was this just a fucking joke to him?

As the door closes behind you, you set your bags down on the bathroom floor.

Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit.

You were going to die, this was it. You were going to die out of embarrassment because of god damn Geto Suguru. Your face burns a deep shade of red, heart racing as you lean against the cool, marble sink. Fuck, you're overwhelmed, your thoughts a tumultuous whirl, but you know you need to pull yourself together. Yes, the task is simple: pick two sets of lingerie, try them on, and get this ordeal over with. Just two sets, then you can leave. That's all.

Peeking through a slight crack in the bathroom door, you see Geto lounging effortlessly on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine as if he hasn't a care in the world. A quiet curse escapes your lips at his composure— god you hated him.

Turning back to the task at hand, you rummage through the bag containing the 10 pieces of lingerie. Each piece is stunningly beautiful, making the choice unexpectedly difficult. The last thing you wanted was to make it seem like you where trying to impress him. After a moment's hesitation, your hands settle on a set of black lace lingerie—bold but the plainest out of all of them.

Slipping into the black lace, you feel the fabric glide smoothly over your skin. The lace is intricate, delicate yet firm, offering a sensation that is both luxurious and comforting. As it settles into place, you notice how perfectly it cups your breasts, enhancing your natural shape without discomfort. The fabric molds to your body, sculpting your curves in a way that boosts your confidence, even in such a vulnerable moment.

Turning to face the mirror, you take a moment to really look at yourself. The lingerie accentuates your figure beautifully—your waist appears slimmer, your hips more pronounced. Yes, this was exactly what you loved about lingerie, how it made you look and more importantly how it made you feel. Despite the situation, you can't help but feel a surge of self-assurance. It's a small victory, but in this moment, it's enough to steady your nerves.

Now was the hard part.

Slowly you step out of the bathroom, your heart pounds fiercely in your chest, echoing in your ears. The moment the door clicks shut behind you, Geto's attention shifts from his magazine to you. He lays the magazine aside, his gaze instantly locking onto you. His eyes rake up and down your figure, taking in every detail of the black lace lingerie that clings to your curves.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Geto muses, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "If it isn't the bravest fashion model of our time."

"S-shut up," you stammer, trying to mask your discomfort with irritation. "Just remember, I'm only doing this because of the deal."

"Oh, and you're doing it magnificently, may I add. Who knew you hid such bold taste under that sweater."

"It's just underwear, don't read too much into it," you retort, your cheeks warming under his scrutiny.

"Turn for me," he commands softly. "I want to see the back."

"What?" you falter, caught off guard.

"Turn for me, I want to see behind," he repeats more firmly.

Fuck it.

Reluctantly, you turn, exposing the delicate lace detailing on the back.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, almost to himself, his gaze lingering appreciatively on the design.

"What?" you ask, your voice wavering slightly—unsure if you're more startled by the compliment or by the intimacy of his tone.

"Nothing, baby," he responds, his hand dismissively waving as he looks away, pretending to refocus on something else in the room. "Go try on the next one."

You dont say anything, instead slipping back into the bathroom and rummaging through the bag. Your heart still thumps audibly in your chest, but now there's an undercurrent of excitement mixed with the nerves. The flutter in your chest isn't just from anxiety though; it's also from a burgeoning sense of empowerment. You realize that you have control over how you present yourself, a certain power over Sugruru.

After discarding the set you were wearing, you reach into the bag and pull out the pink set you splurged on earlier. The fabric is luxurious, with a hint of sheerness to the bra that would no doubt show your nipples. The underwear is equally bold, designed as a thong with delicate straps that loop around each thigh, highlighting the curves of your hips and legs.

As you slip into the pink lingerie, the fabric settles against your skin like a whispered secret. The sheer material of the bra makes you acutely aware of your own body, and as you adjust the straps around your thighs, the ensemble frames your form in a way that feels almost artistically deliberate.

Yes, just after this you would be done. So why not go out with a bang?

As you step out of the bathroom, the transformation in your demeanor is palpable. The delicate pink lingerie accentuates your confidence, which resonates with each step you take towards Geto. His eyes lift to meet yours, and the moment they travel down to take in the full view, his expression shifts dramatically to one of... shock? His usual composure falters, and he lets out a low, incredulous whistle.

"Jesus Christ," he breathes out.

You shift in place, playing with the silk hem of your underwear.

After a moment, he composes himself slightly and gestures towards him with a slight tilt of his head. "Come here," he says softly, his voice low and inviting.

You pause, the hesitation clear in your stance. The intensity in his gaze and the palpable tension in the air make your heart race even faster.

Seeing your reluctance, Geto's expression softens. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. "Please," he adds, a hint of something more vulnerable in his tone this time.

The room seems to pulse with the silent energy between you as you take a tentative step forward, then another, drawn by the magnetic pull of his gaze. The air thickens with a charged mix of anticipation and desire as you finally stop just a breath away from him.

He looks up at you, standing up from his seat, his gaze intense yet tender. "You look incredible," he murmurs. You flinch when you feel his hand his finger trace your jaw and his other hand play with the hem of your lace underwear. He bends down, his lips just grazing your cheek, a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine, making your entire body quiver. "If you want me to stop, say it now," he whispers. When you remain silent, he brushes his mouth against the hollow of your temple. "Or now." He traces the curve of your cheekbone. "Or now." His lips meet yours.

For a moment your so shocked that he kissed you, you don't do anything. It feels like you are having an out-of-body experience like you can't believe this as actually happening to you. Then in a matter of seconds, his lips move against yours and you melt. Suguru is gentle at first, then unyieldingly hard. You feel yourself falling —not just physically, but emotionally too. You open for him and his tongue snakes its way inside your mouth. His hands move from your face to your lower back as he pulls you toward him, closing whatever space was left between you. He pushes you against him as he deepens the kiss. One of his hands remains on your hip, while the other travels to cup your breasts.

"W-what are you doing?" You manage to gasp but Geto just kisses the hollow of your throat."

"Why? Do you want me to stop?" He mumbles against your skin. And you know you should say yes, but you shake your head. Like a fool.

"Good girl."

Without a warning, Geto sweeps you up in his arms with an ease that leaves you breathless, carrying you effortlessly across the room to his bed.

Geto stands over you, his eyes tracing the contours of your body splayed elegantly across his bed.

"Shit baby, you let anyone else see you like this?"

You thickly gulp and shake your head.

"Oh thank god." He murmurs, climbing over you to place light kisses along your neck, trailing down your chest. Each kiss is soft yet deliberate, sending a cascade of warmth through your entire body. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to be fully immersed in the sensation.

"Your skin feels like silk," he murmurs.

"Did you steal that line from a hallmark card?" You crack.

"Nope just stating a fact." He skims the underside of your bra with his fingers. "Always watched you come out of the store, always wanted to see how you'd look in what you bought." He lifts his head to give you a wry look "You're so smooth and perfect you know that right?"

You let out a soft gasp when his lips find your nipple, pulling your lacy bra down so soft lips can evoke your nub.

"Oh god sugu-" He doesn’t let you get to the last consonant, his eager, hot mouth enveloping one of your nipples and sucking. His tongue flattens, rolling your peak and swirling around your areola, fast and rough until you’re whining. His ears go hot at the sounds you’re making, all desperate and needy.

"So beautiful, fuck your tits are so beautiful" He groans into your skin like it was cocaine. He then switches to your other breast, sucking and licking until he knows you will be sore. Jesus, your breasts feel so good in his mouth, so soft and sweet, why didn't he do this sooner? How much longer did he think he could maintain this facade of being your 'enemy' when all he truly desired was to have you underneath him?

You are squirming underneath him now, the stimulation of his wet tongue on your nipple is becoming unbearable and so was the growing heat between your legs. Your tits feel so good in his mouth, supple, sweet, far better than his imagination could ever conjure

"God, sugu-"

"Love it when you say my name." Suguru breaths between licks and you feel your stomach twist with.

"Sugu please" you manage to gasp, "please touch me please anything please-"

"Fuck you?" Suguru coos, and the words make warmth blossom from your core.

"Please." You breath.

And who was he to deny you?

Without much of a word he pulls your lace panties down to your ankles, making you instinctively hide your bare cunt with your hands, but he clicks the roof of his mouth with his tongue and swats your fingers away. Then, as he stands over you, Suguru steps out of his black pants and pulls off his t-shirt. As you glimpse Suguru, you feel your breath get caught in your throat. His large, incredibly toned frame is a clear testament to rigorous workouts, and intricate tattoos weave across his skin, adding to the attraction.

You were no longer in the kiddie pool.

You are too immersed in his figure that you dont even notice he has lowered down his black boxers just enough so his long length springs out and slaps against his abdomen.

You thickly gulp.

"I dont think that will-" You stammer, the sheer size or his dick making your gut twist and turn. "I think it will hurt I dont think it will-" As you continue to stammer, searching for the right words, Geto cuts you off with a deep, consuming kiss that immediately shuts you up. When he finally pulls back, a confident smirk plays on his lips.

"It will, baby, it always does," he murmurs, his voice low and dark.

Geto positions himself atop you, his strong legs straddling either side of your body, anchoring him in place. He leans over you, the intensity of his gaze capturing yours as he methodically entwines his fingers with yours. With a firm but gentle grasp, he pins your hands down on either side of your body, his proximity reducing the world to the space between you. The warmth of his breath brushes against your face, his presence both overwhelming and exhilarating, as he holds you there under him, completely in control yet tender in his touch.

Before you can even get a word in, you gasp when you feel large pressure against your hole.

"Slowly baby," he hushes you before you can protest. "I'll go slowly."

Suguru's slow roll of hips hips into you is enough to make you scream. The way his dick parts your walls and fills every single inch of you makes your brain go hazy, especially when his tip smooshes against your cervix, sending blots of electricity throughout your body.

"Talk to me baby," Suguru murmurs, his voice cracking from the vice grip your cunt has on dick. "Want me to move?"

You're too lost in the hazy pleasure to form words, all you can do is nod, making Geto breathe out an air of what must be relief. His thrusts started out shallow and slow, testing the waters for how much he could get away with. What your limits were, and if you could fully take him for what he wanted.

You feel like you are going insane from the pleasure. Your cries came silent from your throat, eyes screwed shut in complete bliss. Your body adjusted rather quickly to him, Suguru coaxing you to relax as he peppers kisses along your neck, sucking and biting your sensitive skin. And as you adjusted, your hips began to buck against him at their own pace, beckoning him to move faster.

Of course, Suguru doesn't miss this, and without missing a beat he speads up his thrusts, the pap pap pap of his skin against your echoing in your ears

"Shit, you feel so good baby." Geto practically whines. You don't know it, but he's starting to lose his grip, the overwhelming pleasure beginning to unravel his usual composure.

The delicious friction of his dick scrapping your walls has your heart pounding in your ears and your breath close to hyperventilating. Everything is too much too good all at once. The proximity of Geto's body is overwhelming, his warm skin against yours, his ragged breath hot against your neck. When you gaze into his face, the sight nearly makes you faint—his eyes scrunched shut, lost in euphoria, beads of sweat lining his black hairline. His mouth is slightly open, panting, a sight that makes your cunt flutter from excitement.

"Su-Suguru, so good you're fucking me so good." you babble and he can only groan in response. Your toes curled and uncurled as he continued to wreck your body with his completely brutal thrusts. The pain of him hitting the tip of your cervix nearly every time mixed with the kisses he peppered on your neck and lips was all enough to end you to heaven.

He knows you're close. And you know it too. The way Suguru is fucking you is truly a primal display of affection; him rutting into your cunt like an animal in heat and you frantically scratching and clawing at his back.

Thats when an idea hits you, no, a need overcomes you, You need Suguru, you need all of him, all of him inside you filling you up and making you his.

"Sugu cum in me please," you beg through a hoarse voice. "Fill me up please please please."

He’s been pressing kisses and biting into your shoulder, but you don’t miss the way he practically whines at your words.

"Course baby, course I will."

As if on cue, you feel your seize up and your mind go blank. It feels like your body is free falling into a euphoric grave, electric arrows of pleasure coursing through your sin and directly to your core.

"Oh shit" Suguru curses at the way your cunt clamps down on him and it isnt to long before he follows you, shooting thick ropes of cum straight into your belly. In a fluid motion without leaving your insides once, he picks you up so you are straddling him, and his bare chest is pressed against yours.

“You’re so warm,” he murmurs into your ear. And you can only sigh in response.

'I'll buy you 1000 more lingerie sets if we can do this again."

[prettiedup]

im sad so heres toru fuckin u after an argument.

the bed creaks under your shared weight. it only merges with the sounds of your breathy moans and skin connecting together. your legs are spread around his waist, his slutty waist that your legs easily wrap around. your fairly squared nails drag up and down his back, leaving marks that you know is going to show up angrily tomorrow.

his face rests in the crook of your neck. he’s breathing heavily onto your skin while he fucks all of his bottled up emotions into your pussy. his tongue occasionally darts out of his mouth to lick at your neck and his lips follow suit, sucking on the spot he licked. there are tears brimming in both you and his eyes. you almost broke up with him. he almost broke up with you. almost, almost, almost.

he pushes and pulls away his hips rhythmically, never losing the pattern. his dick fills your pussy up just right, scratching that spot you will probably never be able to reach alone with just your fingers. he fucks you like a man, like he means it.

“right there—right there!” you gasp. your eyes are rolling back and your legs are shaking already. maybe the adrenaline from the argument has you finishing so quickly. you stop dragging your hands and instead press the tips of your fingernails into his skin.

satoru hisses out a curse word. your nails digging into his skin accompanied with your pussy clenching tightly around his dick has his own eyes rolling back. needy whimpers escape from his throat as his pace speeds up and he thrusts desperately into you. you’re whining and crying under him from overstimulation but he can’t stop. not when he’s so close. not when you tested his patience so disobediently just some minutes ago.

your pussy is creaming and getting all over his dick and the sheets. you’re making such a mess around him and he loves it. no matter how much you say you hate him, your pussy will forever say otherwise.

suddenly, you’re trying to push his head up so that you could be face to face with your lover. “kiss. wan’ kiss, toru.” your voice so desperate and soft, it’s almost hypnotic.

he’s quickly raising his head and smashing his lips onto yours. the kiss is clashing as moans and curses slip out from the both of you. he slips his tongue inside your mouth, barely giving you any room to breathe. while he busies your mouth, his right hand searches for yours, when he finds it, he’s immediately intertwining his slender fingers with yours.

when he pulls his lips away from yours, a thin line of spit follows suit and quickly breaks away. satoru bites down on his lip as he focuses back on thrusting into your wetness. him looking at you low-lidded and a flush on his face has your pussy throbbing.

“i love you, baby.” he breathes out before catching your lips once again. instead of tongue kissing, he gives you a series of kisses that has your lips sizzling. your stomach clenches, and the feeling of butterflies floating around has you breathing heavy.

“i love you more.” you’re giving him that needy look that his his balls clenching and his back arching slightly as he realizes he’s about to cum.

“so fuckin’ p-perfect. ‘mma get my shit together.” he promises. it comes out rushed as he brings his face back to your neck to leave more marks. he begins promising and babbling sweet nothings as his orgasm crashes over him. “baby.” he repeats with a loud moan as his balls drain inside your pussy.

argument be dammed, there’s no way you would ever let him go and vice versa. you’re his just as much as he’s yours.

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭?”

He’s too much, fucking you like he hates you but you can handle it can't you? What kind of queen of lust would you be if you couldn't withstand the demon king?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! Monster fucking/hentai logic, hints of a size kink, satoru has two cocks, no say word used, overstimulation/hints of mind break, begging, dacryphilia, reader has horns, biting, cervix/womb fucking (I’m telling you hentai logic), hate fucking but he doesn’t hate you, mean and condescending!Satoru who loves bullying you and making you cry, succubus!reader, satoru drugs you up, mirror sex, satoru is obsessed and wants to break that pussy, some objectification/heavy degradation, pulling on your horns, squirting, he calls ya mama once, some blood/light blood play

Oreo/fey; This has been rotting in the drafts for a while so take Satoru’s part

Tears trickle down your stinging cheeks. Twisting your hips partly sliding Satoru’s cocks out of your sore cunt. Your clawing at the sheets desperate for relief from his pussy bruising cocks. His speed is spiteful, pace nearly hip-shatteringly brutal.

Your body burns when he laughs. “Awwee you think I’ll let you get away?” Yanking you back onto his cocks by your bruised hips. Your jaw drops, body shutters, toes curl and eyes roll back. The thick ribbed bottom of his cock rubs your g-spot.

Yanking your head by the taunt, bejeweled chain between your twisted horns. Sinking in his thick cocks, pressing you into the bed with a hand on your back impossible to escape his hateful thrusts.

He croons, “Why would I ever let you go when your lil sloppy wet lil cock sleeve takes me so perfectly?” Sliding his finger slowly along the base of your horn sending intense tingles down your spine to your stuffed cunt.

Clenching Satoru, squeezing his fat cocks together inside you. Whining, “You’re-nnn-you’re gonnnnaaannnnn fuuuck me!” Satoru props a leg up on the bed frame, helping him fuck you deeper. Sobbing, “Breakme! Sooooo meaaannnn! I’m sorrrry!”

Smacking your ass twice, your sore cheek throbs sweetly. Satoru croons, “What’s my dumb lil’ toy sorry for?” Squeezing your hip, piercing your skin with quickly sharpening nails.

Relenting when blood trickles down your thigh. smearing your blood and squeezing your soft thigh. Dragging his nails up, leaving stinging thin scratches. Both of his cocks bullying your sore cunt is too much, too big, too deep you're struggling to think.

Bouncing on his cock, skin smacking skin, your wet cunt squelching with each punishing, quick thrust. Slurring your words together, “Anything I did! Fuucccck! Nnnnn!” Satoru twists your arms behind your back, pressing your face into the bed.

Hunching over to bite your shoulder, his sharp fangs rip through your skin. Swallowing a mouthful, licking the drops that seep out when he retracts his fangs. Your pussy quivers, clenching Satoru's cocks as an intense warmth washes over you.

Sneering, "It's cute, you think there is a reason other than cause," rutting his hips harder. "I can!" You're sobbing, thighs trembling, toe-curling mess your bruised cervix into your womb.

It shouldn't feel this wonderful, is he supposed to be that deep? One quick stroke ruins your chances of worrying. Why think about it if you're going to cum on his cocks anyway. The intense blissful high is so close your pussy is trembling.

"Be a good lil glory hole n’ take my cocks!” Squeezing your hip, yanking you off the bed by your horn’s chain. Slamming you down on his cock, you can feel his pulse throbbing in his veins.

Satoru yanks your head to the side, biting your neck, injecting you with his aphrodisiac. Needy burning heat pools in your gut spreading into your spasming, squirting pussy.

Groaning frantically bouncing you on his cock, pounding your gushing cunt. “Squirting on my cock like you wanna me to make ya a mama." Pushing on your bulging stomach. "It's getting me off seeing ya cry cause your sloppy wet pussy is getting too sensitive."

Turning you in front of a floor-length mirror. Admiring how your cunt stretches for his cocks. The soft ribbing on the bottom of his cock tugs your cunt when he glides out.

"The slightest movement makes ya feel like your cumming when I inject too much." Stroking your clit, stuffing your squelching cunt. You're cock drunk on a blissful high, your cunt spasming, clenching him tighter. Sneering, "But you should still be able to handle me right?"

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written by oreo-(creampie)/fey!

[froggibus]

i’m begging you for some nsfw hcs with wade & logan

i NEED more info about jealous sex with them specifically

please and thank you 💋💋

Jealousy Sex - Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson

Pairing: Logan Howlett x reader (no pronouns are used but has a pussy) x Wade Wilson

Genre: smut/nsfw

CW: poly! relationship, jealousy, possession, scent kink/scenting, taunting & humiliation, oral, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, AFTERCARE

omg of course!! the two of them being jealous over you would be such a handful >~< id love to write a full length of this sometime too!! thank you for the request lovely 💓

these two are such a handful when they’re jealous

Logan has no patience for other men getting in your personal space

if some other guy is talking to you too long or starting to get a little too close

he comes and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck

he’ll make a big show of it too, sucking at your skin and breathing in your scent

“d’ya smell that? hm?”

you scrunch your eyebrows together, wondering what’s about to come

“that’s my scent. mine. all fuckin’ over ya.”

he’s dragging you upstairs to the nearest locked bedroom before you can even react

sex with him while he’s jealous can go either way depending on just how riled up he is

sometimes it’s deep and intimate, going until you’ve forgotten the rest of the world

or it’s rough and hard and biting, until your head is spinning and his name is the only thing you can remember

he’ll have you face down in the pillows, his grip on your hips so tight you swear he’s using his claws

his cock bullies so deep inside of you that tears form in your eyes and you have to wind your hands into the sheets to keep from screaming

and once you throw Wade into the mix…

Wade does NOT get jealous easily & even if he does, he just jokes it off

it would take a lot to get him going & god help you if he does

he’ll swoop in when someone’s hitting on you and press himself in real close

not nearly as showy as Logan but he’ll make real good eye contact with them and call them out for it

“i know i know” he’ll kiss the side of your head. “so fuckable, right?“

he’ll have you propped on the counter of the nearest bathroom, his face stuffed between your legs in an instant

he’s holding your legs open with ease & relentlessly licking your poor, overstimulated clit

every time you try to shuffle away or close your legs he’s pushing them further apart

“ahahah, not yet baby. if you can still move then I haven’t done my job right.”

when they’re together & jealous?? you’re not leaving that room for hours and they’re going to fucking ruin you

they’ll have you whining and overstimulated long before either of them slip inside of you

they take turns over who gets to eat you out, the other holding your legs open and mumbling a tantalizing mix of praise and degradation in your ears

they’re both dirty talk kings

by the time Logan slips his cock through your folds, your legs are already shaking

you’re moaning so damn loud that Wade has to shove his cock in your mouth to keep the people at the party from hearing

the two of them can go for hours thanks to their regeneration and if you think you’re getting out anytime before that…

once you’re nice and fucked out in Logan’s arms, Wade’s sliding his cock inside of you and then they’re both fucking you

they get SO caught up in the moment trying to one up each other too—the only thing they can agree upon is that you’re theirs

when the night is over, you’ll be stuffed to the brim with cum and half-conscious, fucked out on the bed

they’ll clean you up nice and good though

Wade is the best ever at aftercare, he’ll always have water and a warm cloth for you (or in this case, a tshirt he stole from the closet)

meanwhile Logan will massage your aching muscles and shaking limbs, kissing your feverish skin

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[ddejavvu]

would you be up to do bff remus with no boundaries?? i think that would be an interesting dynamic

maybe like after a full moon and she just like fully gives him a shower, or something where he’s just completely naked and the boys are so confused at what’s happening

"Arm up, Rem," You hum, but your fingers pry at his pale, scarred skin before he can even begin moving a muscle.

You lift his bicep away from his side, bringing the lathered loofa in your hand to swipe through the curve of his armpit. Suds slide down his sides and you hear him hiss as they mingle with his still-healing cuts and scrapes, but there's nothing to be done except cleaning them before they can be dressed.

"Easy, easy," You rub a hand over his back in a soothing circle that carefully avoids his injuries, "Just gotta get 'em clean, then we can dress them. You can sleep on your stomach, that'll help the ones on your back. How'd you even get scratches on your back?"

"It's all the ladies I occupy my time with," Remus drawls, but his pain is evident in the weakness of his voice, "Women love werewolves."

When you don't answer, leaving an purposefully awkward silence behind that swirls with the steam from the shower, Remus sighs, "Got all scratched up from the tree branches out there."

You drag the loofa from his side to his back, carefully ghosting over the caked dirt around his wounds. His knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists, but when he tries drawing one into his mouth to bite at it you take it in your own free hand.

"No biting. That's reserved for your better half."

"Are you talking about Sirius, or the wolf? Sirius bites me," Remus grumbles, and- speak of the devil, there's feet pounding obnoxiously up the stairs and towards the dorms.

"Moony, we've got all the chocolate we could carry," Sirius informs him, and there's the sound of wrapped goods being piled on Remus's comforter before James and Sirius step into the doorway of the bathroom.

James lets out an 'ooh' and turns away with a grimace when he sees you kneeled beside Remus's naked form beneath the spray of water, but Sirius stands stock-still, frozen by some mix of intrigue and horror.

"Uh, are we interrupting something?"

"Just a bath," You smile kindly at them, scrubbing gently at Remus's neck, "He has trouble getting his back sometimes."

"Sometimes- have you two done this before?"

"After every moon." You nod helpfully when Remus merely ducks his head to rest between his knees, "You two are usually either asleep or trying to get grass out of your pelts."

There's something green in Sirius's hair that proves the two were unsuccessful this time around.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Moony, I didn't know you had a caregiver," Sirius snickers, "Does she help you put your panties on too?"

"Don't let him get to you, dove," Remus murmurs, his eyes slipping shut as the warm water seeps into his skin and heals an ancient ache in his bones, "He's just mad he'll never get to take yours off. They're a real pretty pattern, y'know," Remus glances up at Sirius with the ghost of a smirk on his face, muffled by pain but persistent all the same, "Shame she's not interested in showing 'em to you."

"You've seen her panties, mate?" James cuts in, peering over Sirius's shoulder, "What are you two?"

"Friends," You shrug, "But it's stuffy in here at night, and my sleeping pants get too warm."

"You're telling me all the times you two have slept over in here all snuggled up in his bed, that you've not had any pants on?"

"Well I don't make it a habit to strip in his bed," You scoff, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn grass stain on the pale plane of his hip, "But I can promise you that my pants are never gonna be on your floor, either one of you."

"Oh please, we wouldn't dream of stealing Moony's girl," Sirius claps James on the shoulder, "But whaddya think about that, mate? Strippin' down to cuddle in bed together? They seem to think it's a friendly endeavor."

"I typically only ditch my pants for Lily, Padfoot," James informs Sirius with a sympathetic smile, "But I'll ask her if I can bring my dog to her dorm tomorrow night. You can sleep at our feet."

Sirius begins valiantly arguing for a spot higher up on the bed, every dog's hardest battle to fight, but you're no longer interested in their antics or the noise they're producing. You reach out your foot to kick at the door, and it swings shut with a satisfying click.

"Thanks, love." Remus groans, his face squished between his knees, "They were givin' me a headache."

"They always give you a headache," You dig your thumbs into a tense spot on his back and he twitches beneath you with a hum of appreciation, "We should get a flat together without them. They can be the feral deer and dog that live outside our cottage."

"We'll have to call animal control" Remus grins wryly against the rounded bend of his knee as you lean forwards to wash beneath his thighs, "How strong are their strongest tranquilizer darts?"