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#what else are you supposed to call him#certain people have moanable names and others dont#daddy always sounds good#they gave resident evil characters good moanable names#except wesker lmao#albert#i cannot
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cool news:
I've changed the MC's parents' variables a little. Now you choose what you call your mom and dad: Mom/Mommy/Mother/Mama, Dad/Daddy/Father/Papa, or input your own!
And in Book 2 you'll be able to change what you call them, including using their first names instead!
#y'know for the new kids that will always hate them lol#i grew up using mommy and daddy#imagine my horror at the modern connotations#i call them mom and dad like 9/10 times now#new kid#mom and dad#customization#i really really needed to give an input option for this#there are so many different new kids that 'Mom' and 'Dad' just sounds generic to the point of breaking immersion#now i can stop worrying about it for good đ
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The bad part of only consuming a special interest second hand is I donât know it well enough to make a dndads au about it, but The GREAT part about only consuming a special interest second hand is I donât know it well enough to make a dndads au about it.
#this is about homestuck#I know if I actually had the mental capacity to read this comment Iâd be fucking classpectinv these guys so fast#I consume it through comic dubs and infodump a I hear#dndads#dungeons and daddies#I know this doesnât sound dndads related but it is exclusively dndads related#because I like to combine my interests always#but this one#Iâm ok with these staying seperate#I think thatâs good for society
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#guysssssss..... im sentinelbrained again.........#maybe next time ill get into something a single other person likes too but today is not that day#i feel bad yapping about this show to anyone directly cause it really is not that Good but. i am having sososo much fun with it#its such a good time#im on the third season and well it turns out the main character stoic cop guy has an evil toxic dad and some major daddy issues#and in this ep hes doing like. the whole 'you didnt want me to be different you made me feel like a freak but this is who i am this is me'#and like. yea its about the sentinel thing but u are also the man living with your Super Special boy bestie#who serial killers use as bait to lure you out like weekly and who you got a soul bond with and stuff so. could be nothing really#all the acting in this show is so like. i mean its not Bad bad but its very exaggerated at times fshsjsj and its so much fun#every episode has a 10minute chase scene#and these gaudy half fade commercial break title cards#so sillyy its so sillyyyy aagh#my post#anyways#you guys are lucky the sentinel tag here is so hard to navigate cos otherwise youd be getting another spamming of gifs right about now#theres a bunch of scenes where you only realize halfway through that sandburgs there too cos jim and simon are so tall compared to him#and he doesnt get any lines anyway. and it always makes me laugh#every single ep has a side charcater with one ear pierced. sandburg has one ear pierced. jim has one ear pierced. everyone does its the 90s#the music is so obnoxious and theyre playing it All the time and its the funniest thing#and the sound bites when jims using his Sentinel Senses are even funnier#anyway ye its not a good show and its not anywhere and nobody knows it but. i like it soso much#the constant slo-mo when something Dramatic happens too omfg can we bring it back
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living in my own home away from my dad but he still waits up for me to get home
#i was panicking cause 'whos up at 2am. who can i call at 2am- no one will pick up the pho-- my dad. his phone is ALWAYS on loud.'#it rings twice and im like 'shit dad im so sorry to call you and wake you' and hes just there like 'oh dont worry. i was waiting for you.'#turns out: my mum was suppose to message me to tell me to call my dad when i got off the coach to walk home! she must've forgot tho#cause i was initially just gonna walk home ez - it wasnt until the guy cat called me and started following me again that i thought#nOPE NOT THE NIGHT NOT THE VICTIM I GOTTA CALL SOMEONE OR SMTH#so i thought i might have woken him but nope he was already waiting on me - kinda had a moment of !!!!!!#my dad miiight have grown to become my hero or smth pfshhh anyway#ALSO U KNOW I DID THAT THING AGAIN. random stranger starts talking loudly and i looked at him - u give them a glance and they take it ALL.#gotta learn to stop doing that for my own fuckin safety jfc. BUT I MADE IT HOME SAFE ANYWAY SO#me and my dad just talked about our days and mid way he was like 'are you okay? you sound like youre shivering? is it cold or-'#'OH YEA im just cold. its freezing.' 'Ha! trust me there is nothing better than being in the freezing cold and then getting into bed.#best feeling... i know you have your own life now but its good to make sure you get home safe.'#ITS LIKE ONE OF THOSE LIKE. ARHGHGH my dad loves me fuck the rest of yall-#this is for all those people who say i have daddy issues cause i make a father figure out of every character i like-#ur correct but-#ANYWAY SOmetimes forget my dad has unmedicated anxiety. my mans out here fighting for him life on a random saturday cause his kid#didnt get home until 2am. then he wakes up at 6am to help my brother - My guy doing It All.#my art#ted talk
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my father told me i'm like him i'm gonna rip my hair out pull out my teeth rip out my internal organs and throw them against the wall to see what sticks
#depression and stuff#girl you literally made me into this fucked up thing you see now#i'm your daughter!! you were supposed to protect me from everything that's bad not to hurt me#gonna vent in the tags bc i'm fucking done#he said he doesn't remember hitting me well good for you bc i can't forget that#i told him about when my depression started and how i remember him screaming at me bc of my grades and said 'yeah i remember you weren't#studying enough and got bad grades' motherfucker i the lowest grades i had were c i wasn't close to failing a subject even once back then#now he said he wants to fix our relation. girl. you're the reason for my bpd. you made me into a shell of a person.#you gave me (and i hate this term bc it sounds so unserious) daddy issues so bad i can't have normal relationships with men.#yeah i know your father wasn't shit either but god you could have tried to be my dad when i needed you#i had nobody around. no adult person to talk to bc mom wasn't interestedin me too but at least she tried you just never did#i hate how my life will always be marked by all those things you've done
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the several sugar daddy tumblr drafts I've been writing at whim for months are so unhinged given I've only seen it once. if I ever watch it a second time I think they'll all come spilling out and y'all will see a year's worth of fury and general slime that all young women performers have constantly building up inside of them. it'll be so sad that it almost cycles back to being funny
#I think I have like 7 or 8 drafts about sugar daddy... god.....#but I have yet to rewatch it to properly get a handle on it the way I oughta before I post (if ever)#anyway my roommate is sound engineer for a 45yo guest designer rn and he's weirdly obsessed w her. making comments about#how it's disappointing when good directors get fired bc they harrassed someone ''but i keep my professional and private lives separate even#tho it's lonely'' he's fucking weird. this is now a tangent not about sugar daddy anymore but my point is. it's always relevant always#also dw my roommate will be fine she's working very closely w head electric our friend who is good about catching on abt that kinda stuff#also he knows taekwondo which is a plus. and I'm on stage but if I ever hear anything concerning I will climb into the booth and#maul that grown man like a bear on steroids. I'll do it mid performance wearing character shoes if it comes to it#anyway.... sugar daddy is quite an evocative work of art
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Growing up, we had these beautiful Abert's Squirrels around. They have these big bushy tails and long tufted ears. Gray fur and white bellies.
My grandparents who raised me loved to watch them out on the porch, they put special birdseed out just for them and would watch them every morning.
My Papa especially loved them. He set up his recliner by the big full windows in the living room so he could watch them and the birds all day while he read the paper and his book. He built he house himself 40 years ago and made sure the entire wall of the living room facing the porch was all windows. It was his and my favorite room in the whole house.
One day, while driving, an Abert's Squirrel darted across the road, too fast for Papa to stop hisnold truck, and he hit it. He slammed on the brakes, but it was too late.
He was devestated. He was a military man all his life. Fought in Vietnam. Before that he was raised in a town so rural that the school was only one room. He was taught men don't show emotions, especially over "trivial" things. Him hitting that squirrel to this day is the closest I've seen to him crying.
My Grandmother is a tiny, gentle, deeply compassionate woman who would set out slices of pear for the wasps to eat. She cried openly. She collected the squirrel with a towel and wrapped it gently, and told Papa she would find a good place to bury it. Maybe in the garden.
But since Papa had tried to stop the truck, the squirrel wound up barely being touched by the impact. It was in almost perfect condition. Still soft and beautiful.
Papa has a few hunting trophies. A pheasant he was particularly proud of is his favorite. Grandma took the squirrel to hid taxidermist in secret and had it made into a piece.
Its a beautiful piece of taxidermy. She had them pose the squirrel on a branch as if it was climbing one of the pines and had stopped to look curiously at you, its head cocked and its fluffy tail up. Its black button eyes are big and dark and look truly alive again.
She gave it to him that Christmas. It's been displayed in our living room ever since, where Papa can see it while he reads, and the squirrel can look out the window with him.
#it didn't make up for the animal's detah#but it was my grandparents- my parents#my parents legally speaking-#way of honoring it. and I always thought it was very tender and beautiful.#Papa is autistic the same way I am. I see myself in him all the time#each day he becomes more tender. age has made him kind in a way he couldn't be for most of my childhood.#he turned 90 very recently. he was born in the 1930s smack dab in the middle of the dust bowl#he had relatives that trainhopped to california but he stayed in Oklahoma#i've been thinking about him so much lately#his memory is starting to deteriorate#I live so far from him now but I want to talk to him every day#his voice lights up when I call and he always tells me âLooking forward to hearing from you tomorrow!â#he has a big deep booming voice that rarely sounds below a shout. people often think hes angry when he isnt. he has trouble regulating tone.#but Im very good at reading it now. the love in it.#Im sorry for posting such a long reply to a poll and going on and on in the tags. i just love my Papa so much. I call him Daddy now because#he really is my father he raised me since i was a baby. and it made him so happy when i asked if i could. and my grandma when i asked#if i could call her Mama. She cried again.#if anyone reads this I'd like to know. I dont usually talk here. this all just spilled out of me.
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â Û«ÛȘÛ«ÛȘ àŒŰ HARLEYS IN HAWAII â g. satoru
â sum. itâs been almost a year with your sugar daddy and as a candied sweet surprise, he takes you on his private yacht. althoughâthe thing thatâs even sweeter is the âloveâ chocolates you both try just for fun. after all, satoruâs always had a sweet tooth.
wc. 6.6k
warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), unprotected, aphrodisiac chocolates, marathon séx, praise, dirty talk, overstim, dry humping, feral gojo, fīngering, cervīx mentions, cunnilīngus, spīt, hair pulling, size kink, premature ejac, breedīng, petnames.
†sd!gojo masterlist.
âah ah, no peekinâ sweetheart,â a husky voice purrs near the nape of your neck. your plump lips curl into a pout as heâs making you drag your feet toward wherever he was taking you to. the air felt coolly warm, so much so that it was humid. satoru told you to wear something comfortable and warm, specifically a sundress. âthere we go, jusâ a few more steps. good girl,â and the rubber bottoms of your flip flops stomp against something hardâyouâre assuming the rising platforms were stairs. your ears perk and twitch a bit at the sound of crashing waves and you start to grow curious.
âare youââ
âshhh, quiet baby,â he shushes you, and you feel various designer cold band of his rings dance against your skin. again, once you step into what seems to be some wooden platform, he stops you from walking, turning you to face another way. big hands cover over your eyes and your own hands before he gives your cheek a soft chaste kiss. âmâkay, ready to see your surprise?â
with a nod, he removed his palms from your face and your eyes widen at the revealed sight. a yacht, not just any yacht though, but a private one â the satoru gojo yacht that was probably worth millions. it was huge in person, and you donât even realize the two of you are both in the middle of the ocean until seconds later. âsatoru,â you sheepishly say, feeling a wave of butterflies thump through your heart. the older manâs got the cheekiest grin and he takes off his sunglasses, putting them over your face. âwhen you said âsurpriseâ i thought you meant like new earrings or something.â
âi can always give you those too,â he strokes your cheek, watching as you fail to maintain direct eye contact. despite having the tinted expensive lenses protect your eyes from the sun, it still shined brightâmaking you squint a little. satoruâs voice pitches low before he playfully lifts you up, fixing the back of your sundress. âbut sweetheart, this weekendâs just about you ân me,â and once your arms cling onto him, he starts walking near the lower part of the rumbling yacht. âbesides, i have one more surprise to show you. felt like spoilinâ you a bit more today.â
you were quite literally living in luxury. .
as if the outside of the yacht wasnât breathtaking, just wait until you saw the master bedroom.
despite how you were slowly starting to get accustomed to this lifestyle, his lifestyleâyou couldnât help but be amazed at such royalties being given to you. his yacht was even prettier inside, but this was the norm for satoru. and with him, he had no problem sharing his luxuries with you, his favorite girl.
just for you and no one else.
but you couldnât think but get trapped in your mind at certain thoughts plucking through your brain. you started to wonder what would have happened if satoru was never a passenger of first class when you used to work as a flight attendant.
youâd constantly wonder the what ifâs, but of course you were always always grateful. itâs one of the many thingâs satoru liked about you, how you were always thankful without even saying it. youâd show it, even going far as to giving him gifts.
âimagine we lived here,â satoru hums, leaning back against the satiny cushioned pillows. the entire room was spacey, with rose-gold paint covering the walls. he brushes a thumb over his cocktail glass as he sits on the burgundy sofa. the slick floorâs a sheeny beige color, and in the background, played some old vintage noir.
âsunset boulevardâ, one of satoruâs favorites.
he preferred lots of silent films and adored more than anything when the two of you would watch them together. heâs got on a silk red robe, twirling a bit of his white shown chest hair with a finger. âlife on the water. sounds romantic, yeah?â
âwhat if we drowned, âtoru,â you mumble, stepping out of the bathroom. the floor was made of slick glass crystals that made up the smooth texture, and you then pauseâstaring at the white haired man. heâs pretty, manspread and laid back with his hair slickly parted. ever since heâs met you, he grew his hair out a little and it slightly flows near his shoulders a bit. still unkempt and parted, it gives him a more maturely modern look.
his dimples poke near the inside of his cheeks before he simpers. âprincess, we wonât drown,â and he sets aside his glass. satoruâs bright eyes linger toward your sundressâone of the many heâs bought you within in the past month.
it fit perfectly, itâs a cerulean blue color that almost matches his eyes.
if it was anything he liked, it was to pick out your outfits, and of courseâheâd let you do the same for him. âphew,â he whistles, eyeing you carefully. âyou look gorgeous. like always,â he murmurs, averting his eyes away from the screen and now giving you his uninvited attention. your plush thighs cling together before you feel the room of the yacht grow abnormally warm. âoh, right. the other surprise i wanted to show you, câmere.â
âokay,â you mumble, making your way toward him. satoru slouches back against the cushioned sofa, spreading his legs even wider. slut, he knew what he was doing with his robe slit halfway open, exposing his growing chest hair. a snowy white curl of hairs glue against his chest and you gawk further down toward his lengthy happy trail. god, you found yourself swallowing thickly the more you stared and you could see the smug grin forming against his thin lips. âwhat . . is it?â
âi remember a few weeks ago you said you wanted to try tabs chocolate,â satoru mumbles, and you watch as he pulls out a thin black cover of rich chocolate. your eyes widened.
he remembered?
you stare at the pricey covered casing, already smelling the cocoa from the wrap. it was true . .
you teased satoru about wanting to try tabs chocolate one day, just to see if it was really real. you were curious on if the chocolate really could help invigorate and arouse people in the bedroom. satoru shrugs, glancing at the cursive writing displayed on the candy. â. . so, i got it for us both. i donât think it really works, by the way.â
with an eye roll, you plop down on his lap. a beefy arm snakes around your waist before you grab the slim package. âi checked the ratings online. âm pretty sure it works, satoru,â and he gives you a complacent nod with his hands raising teasingly. calling your bluff quietly, he watches you tear the plastic all the way open. his eyes follow your fingers and how they swiftly drag away at the nearly wrapped material. once everythingâs removed, itâs an entire dark chocolate bar with three perfectly attached squares. even the smell was arousing. âdo you wanna try it at the same time?â
âhow âbout you feed it to me,â satoru coos, and you feel what you think is his leg prodding underneath you. âiâll feed you yours, sweetheart.â
damn, even his sentences sounded vaguely dirty.
you felt a lump grow in your throat before you blink thrice, holding up the bar of candy. âf. . fine,â you huff, and you watch as his perfectly parted lips sprawl apart. at the same time, you both slowly feed each other a small bite of the chocolate. the moment the rich taste of maca cocoa and sugar falls onto your salivating tastebuds, you let off a soft hum. itâs sweet, but you remember reading online that the effects would take a good twenty to thirty minutes to kick in.
satoru chews it, swallowing it and he scoffs. âhoney, i think you just got scammed. nothingâs happeningââ
famous last words. .
because not even thirty minutes later, satoru finds himself dived nose-first right between your legs.
heâs feral, on his knees for you and all. usually, satoru would shower you with lots of foreplay, kissing down your neck, your thighs, every part and inch of your body â but now, he couldnât.
not when he felt so hot, his body felt like it was it was scorchingly on fire. and of course, satoru being satoru just had to lick your fingers after you fed him his single piece of chocolate.
youâre laid up on the sofa now, whimpering with a hand digging through his shaggy white locks.
satoruâs the most deranged heâs ever been, and youâve seen him feral for you in more ways than you could count. heâs laying his tongue flat, lapping up your sweet folds, still tasting the chocolate on his tongue with the mixture of your own slick.
âf- fuuuck,â heâd huff, feeling his heart beat thump through his ears. it was barely even a big bite and he was like this. you couldnât help but imagine how heâd be if he ate the entire bar.
youâre moaning, glancing out the window and taking in the breathtaking view of the dancing choppy waves staring right back at you. a pretty serene canvas of rotating watersâyou found yourself getting lost at the sea, gazing at how the waters would violently crash against the bottom of the yacht. itâs a mesmerizing view. after a while, your eyes move back down toward satoru whoâs still between your legs. heâs lowly groaning, slowly rutting his hips into the edge of the sofa. â âs like the candy makes you taste sweeter.â
âdonât stop s- satoru,â you moan, making sure to keep a firm grip on his head. his pretty lashes were closed shut whilst heâs swirling counterclockwise circles against your puffed clit.
fuck, you felt a gasping shriek snatch out from the back of your throat once you felt him starting to suck. he was always messy - always.
tangled strings of saliva would dribble down past the corners of his lips, flopping onto your sweet cunt. satoru had the kind of tongue where youâd feel him everywhere.
he flicks it around everywhere, spelling out every letter of his name before spitting on it, licking it up directly afterwards. a palm smears his bubbling saliva before he laps it up again, thrusting his tongue in and out. âooooh,â youâd squeal, feeling him wrap his mouth around your pussy. youâre twitching inside every few seconds and he feels your cute dramatic pulses. beryl blue eyes that blissfully shine against the sunlight flicker up at you briefly and heâs got that same smug grin again.
âmphm, pull on it,â he grunts, and you whine once he traps your swollen clit between his teeth, holding your throbbing nub hostage. satoru can feel himself getting more and more hard, all because of the sweet melodic sounds that left from your lips.
both lips, on one end youâre hysterically moaning and the next, youâre squelching repeatedly.
his favorite thing to listen toâsatoruâs favorite place out of all the places heâs taken you to, had to be between your thighs.
at his words, you weakly give him a soft tug, grabbing a nice handful of his perfect locks and he gets tugged forward. âgood girl,â he huskily grumbles, resuming to lick two long stripes up and down against your cunt. forever more, heâs savoring your syrupy taste that lingers on his tongue and dribbles from the chin down, moaning from the aftertaste of the chocolate that just wonât go away. âgod, this viewâs even prettier than the ocean,â he licks his lips, and you feel yourself pulsate once he breaks away for a split moment to catch irregular breaths.
satoru swipes a thumb over his naturally glossed lips, whistling against your pussy just to feel your sensitive nub throb on his tongue even more.
âoh, sheâs a cutie,â he rasps, white brows pursing together. he pulls out two long fingers, preparing to delve them inside. âso pretty ân all soaked just for me,â and you moan, your thighs curling around his shoulders. squiiish, the moment heâs easing his lengthy thin fingers inside, you gush out a bit right on him. you were indeed wet . . sopping.
you were already a bit drenched from before, and with the chocolate, you felt even more aroused. it felt like being on a rush - a sugar rush.
satoru huskily coos, delicately curling his fingers further inside before he reaches your g-spot within just two inches of a stretch. âthere it is, thereâs my other favorite girl.â
âsatoâfuucckk,â you drag out your pathetic words, gradually moving his head to side against your sopping cunt with one hand. heâs got his mouth full, stuffed, and his entire face was just flushed from being squished between your thighs. âlike that, s- suck my clit, baby.â
âbaby, huh?â he mocks your sudden pet name, feeling your fingers comb through his messy frosted strands. embarrassment washes over you and he chortles, finding your reaction to his teasing downright adorable. you whimper as heâs still vigorously scissoring long twin digits inside of you. as your stomach submissively caves in, you start to gnaw on the bottom of your lip. âaw, donât be shy. i like beinâ called petnames too, yâknow,â he whispers against your cunt, watching how easily you soak up both fingers.
your folds couldnât help but drool. streams of your own slick cascade down between the crevices of your thighs and coat the entirety of his fingers.
with a rosy flat tongue, he slurps you clean, taking every few seconds to pull his fingers out - only to push them right back in.
as your eyes squeeze shut, you start to feel your teeth clench and shatter together from the rhyming pressure.
there, once the fat tips of his fingers poke against your g-spot again, and again, and again. .
that was all it took for you to let off a cute three second shriek. abruptly, a sharp twisting coil snaps within you and he feels your thighs turbulently shake within his feeble grasp.
âfuck, fuck,â you whine, feeling his lukewarm breath continue to ghost against your clit. you couldnât stay still for the life of youâit was as if every muscle in your body snapped once you came, your jaw dropped and your eyes widened.
âohmygodohmygod,â you ramble, and satoruâs still flicking his tongue against your sobbing slit.
youâre making a mess out of him and heâs eating it up - like always. his pointed chinâs got such a pretty glimmer of shine all thanks to your glimmering slick running down. with a echoing âpopâ, he slides his fingers out of your cunt, stretching his digits further apart just to see how your sap glues against them. ângh, s- satoru youâre so nasty.â
âonly nasty for you, sweetheart,â he cheekily whispers, leaning further in to give your cunt one single kiss.
itâs a soft passionate smooch that makes you throb against his lips. only satoru gojo could make out with your pussy right between your thighs. youâre speechlessâyou could feel yourself still shaking from your recent orgasmic release, the ringing in your ears never subsiding.
satoruâs pretty azul eyes remain fixated on your wet cunt before he gives it one final suck of departure. âmmph,â and his growing white stubble starts to drench even more all because of your sweet slickness that smears against your the lower part of his face. âfuck, âm still hungry. âs not enough.â
as your legs twitch and remain spread apart, youâre gasping for air as you watch him take breaths of his own to collect himself. âdonât pout,â he huffs, sitting up to close the distance between you both. with his hair all ruffled and tangledâhe grinds himself into you. âoh. you want a taste too, pretty?â
ây- yeah,â you nod with droopy eyes, feeling the same amounts of sheer heat.
satoruâs flushed just as much as you, and it seems like as heâs leaning into you, heâs moving in slow motion. once his lips crash onto yours, you moan into his mouth.
he wastes no time shoving his tongue down your throat, pulling on the straps of your sundress. you feel a wolffish grin curl against his lips once his tongue delves even further into your mouth, feeling you part your own away. satoru canât help but grind against your warm body, feeling your legs hook around his waist. even the touchâthe skin against skin makes you both even more hotter. itâs like static rubbing off against each other, and you were about to feel yourself short circuit any minute.
âfuck, âtoru,â you whimper between sultry sloppy kisses, loud teeth smacking and clashing together. you slowly drag a hand down his hairy chest, twirling a frosty strand around your finger.
the taste â itâs candied sweet.
the rich cocoa still lingers on both twisting tongues and you moan, feeling him nip his teeth near your lip. âyouâre perfect,â he gruffly purrs, his voice having its same deep rasp. his kisses become more and more filthy and rough and he playfully licks underneath your chin. âmhm, woman you drive me crazy.â
satoru was still very much hard thoughâvery.
you could feel his boner poke from his robe, it mustâve felt painful.
he was so hard, it outlines against the silky woven fabric the more he grinds into you. satoru couldnât keep his hands off of you. heâs leaving an invisible trail of kisses all down the slope of your neck, sucking against your tender exposed skin. you always tasted sweet than any chocolate heâs ever eaten.
but itâs to his surprise once you lightly push him back against the cushioned sofa.
âhmph! hey,â he falls back, white strands sticking across his perspiring forehead. satoru eyes you with a bewildered look, wondering whatâs with the sudden bratty glint shining in your dilated irises. âthat was rude, princess. oughtaââ
âlie back,â only two words and he was at your very command. satoru couldnât lie, whenever you had the audacity to give him orders . . he found it hot.
even if it didnât last that long,
the white haired man slouches back at your command, roving his eyes down your body. he studies the pretty sundress that hugs against your curves and the way you move.
satoru ogles openly as you made your way on top, straddling him before slowly throwing your arms over his broad shoulders. ârelax satoru,â youâd breathe, and he groans the moment electrifying friction kneads against his lap. all because of your hips swerving on his raging boner, you cause a spark that ignites within you both. to say you were a âmereâ tease was an understatement. âlike that, hold my hips baby,â and his big hands gradually move toward your rocking waist. you start to jerk against him real slowly, casually grinding yourself on his lap. you swerved around, guiding his hands to where you wanted them to go.
âoh, s. . sweetheart,â he choked out a nervous laugh, his boner steadily arising underneath his robe.
for a moment, the two of you forget that youâre both on a yacht, surrounded by nothing but smooth pretty bodies of water. it was as if it was only you and him in the entire world. time stood still. it was like you were moving slow, and the more your body moved, the slower time got.
satoru stares at the way you playfully sway your hips against his. he groans, the cloth from his robe that protects his hardened cock continuing to rub against his skin. âyouâre killinâ me here. let me touch some more at least.â
âask nicely,â you lean in closely, pressing a kiss near the left side of his cheek. satoru shivers from your touch, his jaw feeling heavy. such a tease, but thatâs what he got for spoiling you rotten.
with a near pout, satoru grumps. âplease, sweetheart,â and his big hands glide toward your active waist anyway. âlet me touch my pretty girl while sheâs movinâ her cute hips on me,â and his playfulness returns within a blink of an eye. you hear the cheekiness in his voice and he leans in to nip a kiss near your neck. âfuckinâ brat.â
âthen do something about it.â you whisper with a coy grin, resuming your salaciously addictive movements against his lap. satoru grunts, his brows contorting together in frustration before he grabs your wrists, pinning them up.
satoruâs now got you in a secure grasp and a hand snakes down your waist, giving your ass a soft squeeze. a jiggling nice chunk goes into his palm before he seductively licks up your neck. âi plan to, little girl.â
and he did.
one second youâre on his lapâthe next, youâre lightly being slammed on all fours, cheek smushed ruthlessly against the padded sofa.
you squeak out a tiny gasp, feeling him practically tear your sundress apart. satoru groans, staring at your bare ass cheek thatâs peeking out of your loose clothing. youâve got a bratty smile twirling against your lips but it soon fades away once you feel that.
his fat tipâsatoru brings it up towards the opening of your sopping cunt, smacking it three times against your folds. âyouâve got some nerve, sweetheart,â he clicks his tongue, hearing your broken whimpers return.
god, even your pussy felt warm against him. fiery electricity surges through you both and he hisses, watching as your pulsating pussy desperately tries to swallow his cock wholly.
heâs so big, you knew it and you didnât even have to face him directly. all you had to do was feel.
his tip was round and thick, reddened with a rosé flushed color. satoru tosses his head back, feeling your pussy twitch against him as a sloppy greeting of its own.
âheh. sheâs so excited,â he breathes through clenched teeth, already breaking a sweat. the yacht continues to slowly create distance in the background but at that point, no one was even thinking about the yacht. âso. fuckinâ. wet.â
he smacks his weighty dick against the outside entrance of your pussy, hearing the sloshing whines squawk out of your poor needy folds. as heâs hitting his tip against your cunt, he purposely punctuates his words with tap.
âsatoruuuu.â youâd moan, desperately aching for him to just go in already. you wanted it, and the searing heat you felt coursing through your veins just from the chocolate made you throb ten times more.
âi know, baby. i know,â he coos in a rough voice, talking over your whiny babbles. panting heavily,
satoru glances down once his leaking tip finally disappears inside of your drenched cunt. you let off a shaky breath, even going so far as to wriggling your ass back against him just so he could hurry the fuck up.
âtsk. so impatient,â he snickers, velvet straps of his robe skimming against his skin. satoruâs got a bulbous fat curve and with a single hand, he gives his cock a few stroking pumps.
one, two, three . .
he groans once a bit of loose skin from his coral colored frenulum peels back. as heâs stroking himself every few milliseconds, a prodding vein pokes against his palm. bristles of white hairs that glue against his thickset base tickle against his skin.
âmhm, gonna take my time with you. now letâs see that cute arch. just like we practiced.â
moaning, your back raises slightly with your knees cowardly burying themselves into the sofa. âmmph,â and he lightly pushes your head further into the cushion. his tip was so close.
heâs hitting you from behind with his thrusts slowly, on purpose.
he wants to hear those sweet sounds cry out from your lips. satoru grunts once heâs finally going in, thick cock stretching around your elastically stretched walls.
youâre so soft â sweet gummy flesh compressing around him with such ease, wringing him tight like a vice. satoru groans, giving his chiseled hips a single shimmy before pursing his lips together.
âthaaatâs it, hngh. this pussy knows itâs place,â he grouses, and your eyes widen once you feel his plumpish tip delve further between each corner of your slick cunt. heâs fucking thick, and within seconds later he was already inches in.
once his flushing crown disappears inside of your cunt, you whimper once he gives you one single thrust that causes your entire body underneath him to quake. âfuck, âs so sensitive,â satoru nearly whines, still feeling tingly from the saccharine flavored treat. heâs panting heavily, mouth dangling open and all. âhowâs it feel, sweetheart? âm not going too rough, yeah? talk to me.â
âgood. feels good, ngh. donât stop, âtoru. harder,â you beg, a hand of yours reaching from behind, crawling near your ass. you eye satoru through your blurred peripherals as you turn slightly around and he flashes you a sleazy grin.
thatâs the look he makes before heâs about to fuck you stupid,
thatâs the look where his eyes were hooded and half lidded, panting heavily like a dog with multiple thin strands of white hair sticking across his forehead.
you were fucked, literally. .
âhah, wasnât gonna,â he moans, feeling his cock grow insanely sensitive. it was in a way he couldnât explainâso hot, his head swells up once he starts to move.
as heâs trying to create a decent rhythm with his hips, heâs oscillating deeply into your core. sloppy thrusts pound into you with such carnal vigor that heâs basically humping against your cunt.
every few elongated seconds that dragged out, his tip mercilessly smacks against that target buried deep inside your cunt, striking a perfect bullseye.
âxâ makes the spot, and his dick always knew where to locate your clit â every single time.
it doesnât take long before satoru loses it, and heâs losing his momentum. his movements consisted of want and ache.
the head of satoruâs cock was turgid, slowly dragging in and out of your puffed clit as you damp up his entire length. you whimper, feeling the legs of the sofa rattle and jitter from underneath you both. heâs got mean deep strokes that leaves your jaw dropped, toes curled, tummy churning all from how good heâs hitting you.
youâre cutely smothered into the pillows with your mouth just pried open, forming a small gasping âo.â
every stroke, every hit, every smack against your ass, you felt like you were on cloud nine - the lewd dirty version no one ever talks about though.
satoruâs got a big hand tracing down the curvature of your waist that later trails down toward your ass. he canât help but feel against the thin fabric of the sundress, tempted to just rip it off it you. heâd be happy to buy you dozens more anyway.
âfuck me, fuck me satoru,â your eyes roll crisscross, and your entire body feels itself repeatedly ringing from the merciless slaps of skin hitting against each other with determined might to reach his well awaited potency.
heâs bucking his hips against you, watching as tears of sweat start to race down the cracked valley of your ass. âfuck, âtoru, satoruâah!â
âheh, sweetheart the walls arenât soundproof,â satoru playfully bonks the back of your head. your moaning falters, and he chuckles mid-thrust. âaw, donât be embarrassed,â and you let off a soft gasp once he presses his sharp hips all the way against you. a beefy arm wraps around your neck in a safe hold before he grunts in a husky whisper right up against your ear canal. â âm sure the captain wonât mind, be as loud as you want.â
âs- shit,â you whimper, already starting to feel your thighs struggle to stay afloat. satoru towers over you completely, rutting into you from behind with irregular toe-curling hits.
heâs meanly jackhammering you further into the sofa, the screeching sounds of the seagulls outside growing louder. the loud reverberating claps of skin that roughly ricochet against skin makes your ears ring like bells on a wedding day.
as heâs feeling his cock tighten inside of you, heâs now got you in prone bone. heâs so close to you, hovering his weight behind you with his sculptured hips glued to your ass.
satoruâs thrusts now go slow, slow but deep, making sure you feel, savor, and devour every single inch. âugh, that spot âtoru, right fuckinâ there. âm close.â
a hand goes over your mouth and you let of a muffled, âmmph?â as heâs still fucking you raw.
satoruâs popping his bulbous crownhead in and out of your stuffed pussy before lowly groaning once coolly air briefly sets against his skin.
âwatch that mouth,â and you whimper, feeling his free hand grab near your neglected breasts. you lean into his touch, feeling a bit of your own saliva dribble onto his palm. a thumb of his swipes against your perked nipples that poke through your sundress and you let off a muffled moan. âsuch a filthy pretty mouth. âs a shame,â and he leans in more, licking a stripe near your neck. âi donât think girls with colorful mouthâs should cum. do you think they should?â
as if on cue, your head raises up and down, doing a cute attempt of a nod as heâs still got your mouth covered. satoruâs still thwacking his fat cockhead into your g-spot continuously until your brainâs short circuiting.
âawww, yeah?â he hums, pressing a kiss near the back of your head. and oh, heâs cocky again, deepening his hits against your core. removing his arm from around your neck, he raises your hips up just a little bit for a more better and thorough angle. âtoo bad, because i wasnât talkinâ to you, silly girl.â
and you moan even louder once a rude buck of his hips snaps into you at such untamed speed. you gasp right away, your entire body trembling beneath the sofa. âtalkinâ to her,â and as his hand drags down your back, he maneuvers a few circles against your stuffed clit.
youâre whimpering, occasionally glancing out the window. the waves continue to crash against the port side of the yacht background â beautiful.
youâd never get used to the view. the salty smell of the sea wafts against your flaring nostrils as youâre literally being stuffed full of cock, eyes rolling back with your back completely arched. satoruâs so big, splitting you open with his vast mushroom tip so easily. âgod, sheâs got so much to say today, listen to her cute âlil sentences,â and he briefly pulls out, hearing your cunt âpopâ out a word or two, wetly squelching from the continuous thrusts.
satoruâs throbbing cock drooled from the sides with seeping white droplets of pre-cum and he groans once he feels himself tightening yet again.
âfuck mee,â and he takes a second to stare at your pretty cunt thatâs got your folds slobbering with so much honeyed glistening sap. âaw, she said no,â he teases, dragging a sleazy thumb down your pleading saturated entrance. your mess quickly soaks against his fingertips, making him just as wet as you. satoru feels you writhing against his touch, begging for him to finish and he chuckles. he tsks, wrapping a hand around his shaft before another hand wraps around your neck. hmm. does the pretty baby deserve it? after that âlil stunt you tried to pull on me?â
âs- satoru, please,â you moan, feeling your weak legs gradually buckle against the fuzzy furniture. you swallowed whatever pride you had left, feeling your mouth suddenly grow dry as the anticipation grew.
you were so close - right there. practically. gnawing on the bars of your enclosure.
he knew had to tease you, keep you on the edge of your toes. with your ass cutely trying to raise up and move back against him, you let off a sobbing moan. âlemme cum, please. âm sorry.â
âno youâre not, sweetheart,â he whispers. aligning himself again between your sniveling slick slit, his wide pink tip leisurely starts to stretch throughout your gummy walls yet again. oh, that part. the way his hefty hanging curve twists its way inside, you felt like you were tasting literal ecstasy. âare ya?â
âno,â you moan, still having a bit of brat left in you.
satoru snickers, the expensive band of his watch gliding against your hip as he holds you in place.
âat least youâre honest,â and you shudder, feeling him lick a long stripe up your sensitive jugular. his girth was so broad and wide, you feel him dip every inch inside of your cunt and you were sure you were gonna break.
he treated you like a dollâspecifically a rag doll, tossing you and fucking you where it hits good.
but, fuck was satoru was ruthless.
heâs unapologetically sloppy with his thrusts, making you grind back into his pivoting hips. as his sack hangs back against his loose skin, he smears his lax lips together, groaning at how effortlessly you were squeezing against him.
âfuck, youâre gonna make me cum too, sweetheart,â and as his bodyâs still pressed right against yours, he hoarsely grunts lowly against your ear. âgive it tâ me, make a mess on âtoru, baby.â
his words poured into your ears like silk, smooth like honey. each sentence he spoke had an effect on you, more than the love chocolates ever did . .
you felt your pussy sporadically convulsing just from his raspy out of breath tone alone.
satoruâs rotund cockhead continues to bruise against your cervix, sloppily kissing around each spot until youâre practically screaming out his name. âlouderrr,â he purrs, kissing down your neck once more.
the coarse smacks of skin continue to echo against the walls of the spacious yacht bedroom and satoru grunts.
oh, heâs whipped.
his hips start to slow down by each second, and you feel that pressure within you finally snap. âthatâs my girl, thaaaatâs it,â and he talks over your whimpers yet again, creating a wet trail of kisses down your shown shoulder blade. âatta girl, atta fuckinâ girl.â
the both of you groan in unison and after a while, he shortly follows. satoruâs cock was so full, heâs snapping his hips into you at such a wicked speed that you could barely keep up. his stamina was simply unmatched.
you let off a whine and so does heâseeping his teeth into your neck. âhngh, fuckinâ shit.â and as he grabs both of your hips, slowly reeling you back into him - heâs cumming, hard.
thick ropes slowly spurt into you, spraying right near your womb and he lets off the sexiest moan.
it lasts for a good seconds, and itâs like he got defeated â your pussy being the opponent. .
satoruâs washboard abs flex beneath his rope as his head tosses back. itâs an almost growl that leaves his lips. his sensitive tip locks into your tightening entrance, still feeling ribbons of satiny ropes dribble into you at such a snail like pace. itâs so much.
heâs staring to pant more and more as globs of sweat pouring down the sides of his forehead. satoruâs cock shrivels up inside of you and he gives your ass a soft spank. his sweltering hot crown stills itself inside of your cunt as he stays still, lavishing in the sensitivity of both slick mounds enjoy the sticky feelings of fluids combining in lewd felicity. both bodies rut against each other and now it was his turn for his eyes to roll back.
âs- satoru,â you quietly whimper out, feeling the bubbles of creamy wads ooze down between the fat crevices of your thighs.
a lustrously white ring forms around his tender base before he gradually starts to pull himself out. youâre still reclined, feeling your entire body heat up even more. your sundress was still pulled up to your waist and he groans, tugging at the fabric with one hand, another touching his own mess he just created thatâs spilling down your thighs.
âsuch a sloppy girl,â he huffs, out of breath. even still, heâs cumming inside and merrily fills you up to the very brim.
you moan once he slides back in, only to pull his aching tip right back out out. itâs another loud âpopâ that resounds through each of your twitching ears.
holding a sharp breath, satoruâs cock slathers itself against your drooling pussy before smacking it against your folds yet again. âlook at that, âm never gonna get tired of that sight.â
satoru ends up fucking you stupid for hours on his yacht.
in all positionsâany position, he moved you toward the bed, folding your poor limbs like a pretzel while his cock continued to massage through your walls by stretching you open. satoru made sure you never forget the barrage he made inside with his lengthy length.
satoru was always whipped for you, but itâs like with the addition of chocolate, it made him ten times more feral. ten times more feral for you.
heâs hungry, you could see the look in his eyes. how his pupils were blown, how he made sure to give you romantically deep yet nasty strokes.
his body would rock against you in sync against your own while the yacht that carried you both continued to judder in the background.
he pumped you fullâstuffing you entirely again, and again, and again . . simply put, he was virile.
like he said before, you drove him crazy, and he was starting to think to himself, maybe . . just maybe, you werenât just his sugar baby anymore.
each time heâd spray a generous amount of cum inside of you, heâd let out a loud guttural groan. heâs weak from how warm you feel from the inside, and your moans for him to keep going only fueled him. satoruâs a literal animal, manhandling your body and fucking you everywhere he possibly could in the master bedroom.
the sofa, the bed, the wall, against the mirror. .
his favorite,
he loved to wrap a hand around your throat, making you stare at your lewd facial expressions right with him. the way your glossed lips would part and your eyes would widen once he makes you stare at the slight bulge that pokes against the lower part of your tummy. heâd serenade something to your ear in a purring deep voice like, âfeel me there, sweetheart?â making you touch the exact spot he was hitting.
a pearly stream of his seed dribbles outside of your folds and now, heâs got you in nothing more but an intimate mating press.
âeyes up here,â he rasps a soft panting tone, gently prying your hands away from your face.
heâd just coaxed you through yet another orgasm, and your entire body felt like it just ran a marathon. you were sure by now the effects of the chocolate had worn off for the both of you - it did.
but with satoru, he looked like those many rounds didnât even faze him. not one.
heâs still lodged inside of your cunt, his tip spitting out thick ropes for the nth time of the night and he groans. your eyes glance down his snowy happy trail and glance at his sharp v-line thatâs tensing up from the stimulation. âyou . . took me so well,â and he leans in, pressing a tender kiss against your lips.
âmmfââ your arms wrap around him, entrapping his skin waist with your legs. his toned body rocks itself into you for just a few more times before he steadily pulls out. his flaccid cock rests against your bare tummy and you moan, tasting the last few remnants of sugar that lies on his tongue.
satoruâs heart beats rapidly, and once he opens his eyes to stare at you, he knew you were dangerous.
tresses of white hair glue against your skin once his forehead lightly pressed against yours. within seconds, after he found himself pulling you into another deep kiss, something was different. this time, out of all the kisses you shared with him, you think this one meant something more.
it was far more slow and passionate, his body rocks against yours and he groans in your mouth, feeling your hands scratch down his soft skin. you leave a painting of scratches all down his back, a canvas he canât wait to look at later.
as your tongue continues to tangle with his, strands of spit form into translucent cobwebs before he starts to suck on your tongue. âgod, woman you drive me insane,â and he pulls away, completely out of breath. his pretty lips were all glossed and swollen, and he cups your face. âsweets, iâ,â he cuts off, locking eyes with you.
his heart was pounding,
telling him to say it - just say it.
but the way you gave him that look . . your arms remain wrapped around him, limbs tangled with each other and he lets out a soft sigh. delicately, he pulls out and watches you let off a soft moan once you were now clenching around nothing.
âah,â he shakes his head, leaning in to press a kiss against the corner of your quivering lip. âi . .â and a lump gets caught in his throat.
you strum a thumb against his undercut, a simple gesture that you knew would always soothe him.
the white haired man leans into your touch, his heart practically yelling at him to just spit the words out before he speaks against your lips, slowly lifting up your leg, kissing your ankle.
âi think . . i think âm in love with you, sweetheart.â
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Jujutsu Kaisen Men + How they'd moan w/audios.
Tw - dirty talk, assplay in Suguru's, daddy kink in Nanami's, (Got a bit carried away in the geto one haha) also not proofread cause I got tired.
A/n this was requested so tysm to the person that requested it but a part of it is kinda a repost because I've already done something similar before but I hope you guys like it! Gojo, Geto, Toji, Choso, Nanami
Gojo Satoru
This is how Gojo sounds when he's close. (Ik this because he fucked me before so you can trust me on this)
He's very loud when he fucks you and he'd also whisper a lot of nasty shit to your ears while he's rutting his hips inside you, fucking you deeper into the bed while he has your legs over his shoulders, hissing and groaning at the way your tight cunt sucks him in so well, while your sinking your freshly manicured nails that he paid for into his back, decorating it with angry red marks and when he's close he'd be panting and breathing heavily on top of you, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto you from how much he's been fucking you.
"Fuckfuckfuck gonna fill you up so good baby, m'gonna stuff you so full of my cum, bet you'll like that yeah?".
Geto Suguru
This is how Suguru sounds while you're riding him in cowgirl position, he has a clear view of the way his cock slides into your soaked cunt every time you bounced on it, he just can't take his eyes off of it, the way your cunt would swallow his cock in and the way your ass jiggles every time you moved your hips, it was so hot. One thing that really caught his eye though was the way your asshole looked so neglected and desperate to be filled, he thought this would be the perfect opportunity to try something.
he spat on his right thumb, making sure to gets his spit all over it to use as lube before circling it around your hole, spreading his spit all around it then sinking his thumb slowly into the tight rim. He hisses as he felt how tight your ass was, clammed around his finger. He noticed how you started slowing down, and how your moans got so much louder, he lands a sharp slap on your ass. "Fuckkk sweetheart k-keep going, Fuck yeah, keep bouncing on my cock, yesss that's it, don't worry princess I'll make you feel s'good". He groans, feeling your cunt fluttering and cleaching around his cock.
He starts thumbing your ass, fucking his finger in and out of you matching your rhythm. "Holy fuck need you to cum, Be a good girl and cum f'me yeah?". He hisses, feeling you thrusting your hips faster and faster onto him, your brain gets all fuzzy and blank it was too much, both of your holes were getting stuffed and penetrated. You start feeling yourself getting closer and closer as you bounced yourself on top of him. "F-fuck sugu gonna cum, M'gonna cum!" you cried out. "Go ahead, cream on my cock baby you can do it fuckk", and that's all you needed to hear before you came undone, creaming all over his cock, rings of your nut appearing at the base of his cock, his thumb still buried in your ass to the hilt. He lets out a loud groan, looking at how your creamy cunt covered in cum. "Good fucking girl, see the mess you made on my cock baby?".
Toji Fushiguro
This is how he sounds when he's close, he doesn't really make that much noise while he's fucking you, maybe you'd earn a few groans and grunts once in a while because of your cunt but most of the time it's just dirty talk.
But when he's close, he gets so much louder and faster, he picks up his pace, hammering into you harder from behind while your face is buried into the pillow beneath you and landing harsh slaps onto the soft flesh of your ass while looking down to watch it jiggle everytime he thrust his hips against you. the sound of his cum filled balls that's waiting to be emptied inside your little cunny, slapping against your clit filling the room with each thrust along with your muffled moans. Your cunt was clamping around him like crazy because one thing about Toji, he always fucks you so good every damn time.
"Holy fucking shit, tight little cunt milking my cock so well, you gonna give me another kid baby or what?".
Choso Kamo
This is how he'd moan while you're on your knees sucking his cock and he's getting close; he'd be whimpering and moaning loudly while saying stuff like "pleasepleaseplease m'so close don't stop please" with tears prickling from his eyes while he's looking down at you. He begs you alot and he's also really sensitive so that makes him moan and whimper even more.
Nanami Kento
This is how he sounds when he's ramming his cock up into your poor messy cunny in his work office, purposely molding your tight hole into the shape of his thick girth as his large beefy hands gripping onto the back your thighs to hold your legs up into a full nelson-type positon but the difference is that he's sitting down and your back is leaning against his board chest.
His thrusts was hard and fast as he continues feeding your greedy tight cunt with his fat cock, loud pants and groans escaping his lips at the way your cunt tightens around his cock while he stretches you out. "Hah- oh fuckk such a good little slut, taking daddy's cock so well, s'good f'me baby". His deep and husky voice made you throbbing around his cock while he ruins you.
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WHAT?! It's morning! I lost time. Things got a little heatedâ With a boy! Things got heated with a boy. I was at home picking lint off the sofa! I said to join us! The night's gone. The room's soiled and once again, I'm here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up. So the room got dirty, so what? I'll clean it up. No, I clean it up! You make the mess and I clean it up! Mark it on the calendar, align it with Ursa Major. Louis' tri-annual FUCK OFF and find me with apologies to follow. I'm sorry. SEEK comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates, and broken children, fine. Oh, fine! The fine that doesn't sound fineâ But REVEALING our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? What if it was published? I was having some fun! You don't have enough to fear from Paris? I was in the middle of ending things, when YOUâ YOU'D have been passed out on the floor next to him, Louis! Out on your feet from the drugs you stuffed him with! Oh, this is boring! You're boring! YOU ARE SO BORING! And here come the drugs. Colorless. Up the fangs, down the throat. Flavorless. Dull! Into the heart and off with the fingers, feet. Dull! Dull nights! And wallowing brain. Dull weeks, dull months, DULL AS FUCK! Suffocation by the world's softest, beige-est pillow! The ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more FASCINATING, than DECADES with YOU! Oh, there it is! The half-blank, half-apocalyptic look! But what does it mean tonight, huh? Does he want to lick my boots or chop my hands off? Is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight? Huh? Okay. Okay, perhaps. But am I as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your fascinating boy? "Oh, it's so, so hard to be me." "Picking lint off the sofa?!" "It's so hard to kill humans." "I can feel their feelings as I drain them." You sat on your hands and put your ear to the wind. "Everyone I know wronged me." Okay. Okay, let's wake the boy up and let's try you. "I'm the vampire Armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little BITCH!" "My brother he tossed himself off a roof!" "Vampires who murdered my daddy made me pretend I didn't have a dick for 240 years." "My sister buried me alive. My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. Well, he wouldn't look at me kindly. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat." I talked shit about him the whole time. So what?! THE NAME!! The name! Unuttered in our home for 23 years, said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer. Our problems aren't about him. And you threw her name around just for cover, but it always circled back to him. I loved her. But SHE didn't love YOU. Not like he did, not like I have. I know. I know! Yes! I know. Thank you for saying it. It's all creeping back. Paris and the, uh, what, what, what? But there's... all of it coming back. There's, uh, Paris. Paris. Can you hear that? Can you hear that, hm? Can you hear her? She's calling me.
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im still high on dadbod simon so uhm thinking about someone at a bar hitting on you because they donât know that the old man youâre out with is not a guardian nor a friend, but is your goddamn date. and while it doesnât send simon down a spiral of insecurities, he still starts hovering even closer. heâs always pulling you to his lap, doesnât matter who the company is. his friends quickly get used to the sightâhow could they not? youâre a darling, and you look the prettiest dolled up on simonâs hold.
and when heâs fucking you, when heâs got you bearing all his weight while he fucks you on your knees, he uses the incident as dirty talk.
âremember âim, love?â simon croons, his voice almost drowned by the resonating sounds of skin slapping against skin. âhe thought iâm not yâr daddy. thought yâre too good fâme.â
you keen underneath him, your body toppling to the mattress when your arms fall limp. simon easily follows, adjusting so that the jut of his gut sits atop your ass, and it should be a crime how this position wedges him even further in because heâs pressing against tender places, his cockhead nudging at something that almost makes it feel like heâs hitting the back of your throat.
âshh,â simon rumbles. âdaddyâs got you, sweetâart. daddyâs got you.â
#IM LOSING MY MIND IVE BEEN TWITCHING SINCE#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#cw daddy kink#dadbod!simon#suns
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Babysitter - Part 1
Pairing: dad!Toji x babysitter!reader
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.7k
cw: age gap (reader is 21, Toji is in his 30s), language, cheating, smut â PIV sex (doggy style), breeding kink, daddy kink
Summary: You're hired to babysit little Megumi for the summer, but you end up taking care of his father, Toji, as well.
Authorâs Notes: This is repost from my old blog! I initially got this as a request and it became my first Toji fic ever, and certainly not my last lol. I'm posting this again because I actually wrote a Part 2, check it out! Thanks for reading! Divider credit to @/fic-dumpster.
You stand in front of a quaint house, checking your watch for the time. Itâs been almost ten minutes now since you knocked, no answer. You gave the number from the listing a call, still nothing. Rolling your eyes, you take a seat on the steps leading to the door, waiting.
Itâs the summer before you head back to university for your senior year. In an attempt to make some extra cash, you took a job as a babysitter through local ads in the paper. The first two clients were completely normal; this one is already leaving a bad taste in your mouth.Â
Fifteen minutes have passed. You try once more, pounding on the door with your fist as loud as you can. Heel turned, ready to leave, it suddenly swings open, revealing a muscular man with black hair, glaring at you. âWhat the fuck do you want?âÂ
You step back, startled by his intimidating presence. Stuttering, you answer, âIâm the babysitter.â
He continues to stare at you, eyes following your body up and down, studying it. âBabysitter?â
Before you can explain any further, you hear a car rolling into the driveway. A woman in professional attire steps out quickly. âIâm so sorry Iâm late!â She rushes towards you, holding her hand out to shake yours. âWe spoke on the phone. I got stuck in traffic, Iâm so sorry.â
You smile at her. âItâs okay.â
She faces the man, expression switching from cheery to dreary in an instant. âToji, where is Megumi?â
He scratches his head. âHuh?â
âMegumi. Our child.â
He sighs. âRight. Uh, Iâll go get him.âÂ
While heâs gone, the woman pulls you aside, speaking in a hushed voice. âThatâs Toji, my husband and Megumiâs father. Unfortunately, heâs a complete deadbeat. Thatâs why I want to hire you. I started my new job and I need someone to take care of Megumi while Iâm gone during the day.â
She swallows hard, blinking to fight off oncoming tears. âI have no one. Iâve been shunned by my family, my husband doesnât give a shit about ours, and Iâm all alone trying to give Megumi a good life. I know this is a lot to ask, but Iâm desperate. This is just until I can save enough money to hire a full-time nanny.â
She grips onto your wrist with both her hands, begging for help. Truthfully, itâs a lot to unravel, more drama than you anticipated. But the anguish in her eyes tugs at your heartstrings. Plus, knowing itâs temporary doesnât make it seem so difficult. How bad can it be? âOkay. Iâll do it.â
Relief washes over her. âOh thank god. Thank you. Thank you. Letâs go inside and I can give you a tour.â She leads you through the entrance, removing her shoes as you follow her. âOh, and one more thing.â
âSure.â
âToji is home most of the day, but heâs always couped up in his room, doing god knows what. Just leave a meal or two outside his door twice a day. That should be enough.â
âHuh?!âÂ
She glances at you with a nervous smile on her face. âYeah. I told you, heâs good for nothing.â
You donât respond while you maneuver through the house, barely paying attention while she shows you around. It almost sounds like youâll be babysitting two childrenâŠ
~~~
The first two weeks of your new job go by smoothly. Megumi is an adorable baby; heâs almost two-years-old with hair as black as his fatherâs. While he never really smiles, he doesnât cry either, expression usually stern, unless he needs a diaper change. Heâs self-sufficient, always immersed by his own toys until itâs time to eat. Overall, heâs easy.Â
Toji, on the other hand, is another story.Â
You follow his wifeâs instructions, leaving two meals outside his door, breakfast and lunch. And this asshole has the audacity to critique it! The bread wasnât toasted enough. The eggs were too runny. There wasnât enough seasoning on the meat. All this criticism while each plate is licked clean, not a crumb to spot. Heâs never even uttered a simple thank you.Â
But what he lacks in social skills or personality, he makes up for in his physique. In between meals, he works out in the living room lifting weights, doing push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups at the frame of the door. It lasts for over an hour, and by the end of it, heâs shirtless, dripping with sweat. Youâve done everything in your power to avoid staring but it doesnât prevent your mind from conjuring all types of lewd thoughts about him. Youâre ashamed to admit that he is physically attractive, only because everything else about him is utter trash. Still, it doesnât hurt to look, right?
On the third week, thereâs a shift in energy between you two. When he isnât working out or going out to meet with his sketchy friends, heâs usually couped up in his bedroom, ignoring you and Megumi. This morning, he actually joins you in the kitchen. You stare blankly at him, stunned by his sudden appearance. Megumi is unfazed by his father as he tries to pull your wrist towards him to get a spoonful of mushed up peas.Â
When he catches you, Toji glares. âWhat?â
âUm, nothing. Just surprised to see you here.â You clear your throat, focusing back on the baby.Â
He rolls his eyes. âThis is my house. I can do whatever I want.â
âYes, of course. Sir.â
For some reason, this triggers him. He stands up abruptly, stepping to you, leaning his face towards yours. The scar on the corner of his lip twitches when he gives you a wicked grin. âThatâs right. Iâm in charge here.â
You flinch from him, scared, maybe even slightly aroused. Heâs intense, thatâs for sure. But part of you finds it exhilarating to be in his presence.Â
Megumi whines for more food, to which Toji grabs the utensil from your hands to start feeding him. âDamn kid, heâs hungry all the fucking time.â
You sit up in your seat, regaining your composure. âYou shouldnât curse in front of children.â
He faces you, chuckling. âCurse? Seriously? What are you, five?â
You cross your arms, answering, âIâm twenty-one.â
âInteresting.â Thereâs that naughty smirk again, as if heâs thinking something obscene in that twisted head of his. And while you should be turned off, youâre not. You squeeze your legs together, pussy throbbing between your thighs. And of course, he notices this. He must, because he leans forward, lips grazing your ear, whispering, âCome by my room whenever Megumi is taking his nap. Thatâs an order.â
~~~
This is bad. Very, very bad.Â
You're supposed to be better than this. Clearly, you arenât, because youâre currently getting railed by your employerâs husband while his child sleeps peacefully in the next room.
âFuck, this pussy is tight,â he groans, pumping his thick cock in and out of you. Youâre bent over the edge of the bed, his hips smacking against your ass as he thrusts into you. Heâs got a tight grip on your hips, nails digging into your flesh, pounding away at your greedy pussy, absolutely drenched with arousal and lube. Your face is sticky with perspiration, pillow soaked with sweat and drool. Itâs a fucking mess, but it doesnât matter, because all you can think about is Toji fucking you until youâre seeing stars. Until your head is empty and nothing but his fat cock is occupying your thoughts.
âGod, youâre squeezing me so fucking hard, princess. You gonna come again?â
You nod erratically, reaching your fingers to your clit. He smacks it away, doing it himself, his thumb flicking against your swollen bud. âFucking come on my cock then. Make it nice and creamy for me, got it?â
His cock is buried deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you unravel, gushing around him once more. Youâve lost count on how many orgasms youâve had in this short amount of time.Â
After your climax, he doesnât pull out, fucking you even rougher. Your body is pliant around him, yielding to his every touch like putty. Youâve lost control of yourself, completely enraptured in the intense pleasure he surrounds you with.Â
He leans forward, chest pressed to your back, lips brushed to your ear. âIâm gonna knock you up. Give Megumi a little brother or sister. Would you like that?â Heâs crazy. Completely unhinged. Absolutely fucking psycho.Â
âFuck yes, I want that,â you moan. âGive it to me, daddy. Breed me.âÂ
And apparently, so are you.Â
âOh fuck yeah, take my fucking cum then,â he growls. The bed creaks violently below you, his backshots brutal and frantic now, cock desperate for release. âIâm gonna get you fucking pregnant. Make you mine.â
He shoots his hot load inside you, stuffing you full of his cum. He doesnât stop until heâs fucked it deeper into your pussy, watching with that sexy look on his face as his creamy cum leaks out of your slit.
Lifting you up to lay comfortably on the bed, he rolls beside you, kissing you sloppily until Megumiâs whimpers blare through the baby monitor, indicating that heâs awake. Toji laughs, smacking your ass as you crawl over him to return to your real job.Â
~~~
You spend the remainder of your summer employed at the Fushiguro household until you have to go back to school. You and Toji continue to fuck each other silly every day that youâre working.Â
The day before you leave for college, you say your goodbyes to the family. Megumiâs mom, who remains blissfully unaware of your sins, hugs you tightly. âThank you so much for all your help. Iâve finally saved enough money to afford a full-time nanny, so weâll be fine.âÂ
âIt was my pleasure. I had a lot of fun. With Megumi,â you clarify, avoiding Tojiâs gaze as he watches from the kitchen.Â
âSeriously. Youâre a good person. I hope you know that.â She smiles, truly grateful. âAnd thank you for taking care of my good for nothing husband too.â
As the guilt of this dirty, filthy secret eats away at you, Toji stares at you from across the room, smirking.Â
#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji smut#toji x you#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut
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can't get much better
pairing: ghost / simon riley x fem reader summary: simon is forced to take some time off - he makes the most of it. tags/warnings: very soft, pregnant sex, size difference, softdom!simon- he's a masculine man who doesn't let his lady lift a finger :'), oral (f), one (1) butthole kiss, dacryphilia, daddy kink (sigh), minor minor foot stuff, allusions to injuries and chronic pain, title from an adrianne lenker song w.c: 2.5k
You try very hard not to think about it, but it's hard not to notice how massive he is.
Even shirtless, he somehow looks bigger, muscles flush with heat and exertion under the sun. He toils and breathes hard like an ox, working while you sit on the porch wrapped in his big flannel. Wearing his clothes is like being swaddled in a blanket straight out of the dryer, warm and nostalgic and syrupy with love. It leaves you feeling some type of tender. You're afraid of that feeling sometimes, of how soft it is and how soft it makes you. He could ask anything of you, and you'd yield like he was pressing his thumb into a bruised peach.
You have.
"How are you two?" Simon is so quiet when he wants to be. One would think he'd clomp like a horse with how big he is, but he can float like dust. It used to startle you, but you've been sinking deeper into the memory foam mattress of this life with him and it doesn't anymore.
"Tired, even though I'm not doing anything," you squint at him through the late afternoon sun. It haloes him like an angel.
"You're growing my baby in there, love. That's not nothing," his voice is rough, it always will be. But it's rough now like earth and soil rather than rough with pain and smoke the way he'd sounded when you met him.
You're feeling especially nostalgic, it seems, not like it's hard here. His hand is warm on your belly.
"I guess so," you let him pet you for a moment. Your stomach is swollen but not as big as it'll get, just enough to veto pants. A few months to go still. "How's your back?"
"Argh," Simon says, taking a heavy seat next to you. Dismissive and yet he groans a little when his muscles unclench. Classic.
You slowly reach up and nudge him until he's facing the field opposite to you, face toward the golden afternoon sun and his back to you. He's never asked you to do this, to take care of him, but it's your favourite thing in the world.
His back is always rock-hard no matter how many times you take your knuckles and fingers to it. Just a condition of a hard life lived for him, countless falls and impacts and pushing through injuries. There's a slight slant to his spine now that isn't there in the pictures he's shown you of his youth, but the stiffness is the same. You might've said he was born to be a soldier, had you not known him as a father. He could do both, but - you'd never say this out loud - you were privately grateful for this injury. It wouldn't take him out forever, but the recovery would be long. Long enough to get the homestead started, to get you pregnant.
Simon would never be completely still. This was compromise. Sweet compromise, a life started and time with him you could think back on the next time he shipped out. Making the most of things, he would always say. Making the time count.
"That feels good, love" he groans. Bending forward slowly, relaxing, he's like an aloof stallion finally accepting an apple from your hand. Acquiescing. Showing you his back. It's trust, and you savour it.
"I bet it does," you tease back, just a little. Your fingers are nimble and attuned to his specific aches and pains. "Are you hungry for dinner?"
"I'm hungry for something," he turns, slowly, hands reaching for your thickened waist. Huge, work-roughened hands. War-roughened hands, holding you like a delicate egg. Sometimes it feels like he's the only thing that holds you together; all your pieces, everywhere, until he's holding you.
Kissing him is a contact sport. It's his hands moving, cupping your breast and then your pussy through your panties, your own hands wrapping around his broad shoulders like he's the only thing keeping you from drowning. It's open-mouthed, breathing into each other. Impossibly, you get softer, melting like ice on a hot day.Â
Before you can lean back on the bench, he stands and lifts you with him. He's still hot from the day, damp with sweat, pushing you into the house while kissing you still.
"Simon-" you start, with no goal in mind. "Please."
"I've got you, love," he murmurs. He always does. Before you know it, you're laid back onto the plush armchair in your living room. Simon knows this is the most comfortable place for your newly-aching body. Affection swells in your chest uncontrollably and comes out through your eyes leaking down your face. Sure, pregnancy makes people emotional - but you're still embarrassed, touched by how considerate he is.
"It's alright, shh," he thumbs the tears at the corner of your eyes. His cock tents his work pants, aroused by them. "Let me take care of you."
The next words he murmurs are into your cunt, right over your panties, tongue laving over the already-wet fabric. "Just need your daddy, don't you?" You clench in tandem with his words, hot all over, skin prickling. He pushes your dress up, bunching it right under your tits.
It's reminiscent of how you spent the first night with him, on the very first day you'd met. Hurried, his big head between your thighs and clothes hanging off you still while he made you fall apart.
He's fucking good at it, too. Pulls your panties to the side and builds up the pressure with which he sucks on your clit, softly and then harsher until you shake. You've been extra horny lately, always wet around him and always so swollen. The scrape of his five-o-clock shadow against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh is what tips you over, clamping his head tightly and shouting your orgasm into the heady summer air.
"That all it takes?" Simon grins, chin wet, fingers moving from your hips to your pussy to gently rub along your slit.
"Give me a second, please," it's humbling how quickly you come nowadays. Quick and intense. Fireworks.
You set your foot on his shoulder and he turns towards it, kissing your ankle. Patience is rare with him, something come about only since you confirmed your pregnancy. You miss being overwhelmed by him, miss the nights where he'd guide you over the edge one, two, three times in succession.
He pushes now, just a little, not waiting for your go-ahead but watching you intently. His fingers spread your cunt in a V and he puffs a breath on your sensitive clit. You jump. He grins again, leaning down to lick you, using one hand to hold both your legs under your knees and push them until they meet the soft bump of your belly.
"Hold them there," he says. It's spoken not to you, but to your hole, which he spears his tongue into. You obey as you're helpless to do, holding your legs up and giving him an unimpeded view. It's more than vulnerable, it's not only baring yourself to him completely but giving him the authority to do what he wants. What you need.
Simon eats you out like it's a kiss, slurping you down and letting you leak until the evidence of your weakness to him is all over you. Your legs are wet, and it drips down onto your other hole. He pushes a thumb into your cunt, dipping it in and out.
"Needed me, did'ya? Watched me all day," he's so smug, sometimes. His lips find your bare foot, kissing your sole. "Been wet like this all day?" His other hand finds the meat of your asscheek, spreading you open further, letting the split of you open to him. He leans down, kissing your inner thigh, then your other hole. You whine and clench your pussy around his thumb.Â
"So needy," he murmurs, finally finally moving back to your clit. Flicks his tongue over it, something that might've been teasing before but is intense now. Your hands tighten against your legs, head thrown back.
"Oh please- Simon!" You shout again, abs drawing up, stars in your eyes. "Ahh- I'm-"
"I know, honey," his lips suction again around the hard little pebble of your clit, eating like a man starved.Â
This is how he likes you. Losing control, coming apart, helplessly vocal against the onslaught of his tongue. No matter how many times you've done this, it never gets old. The release almost always makes you cry, especially intense like this. You're wet all over, face and cunt and legs. He is, too.
"You still with me, love?" He pets your flank like you're a horse.
"Yes," but that's not what he wants.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Good girl," and fuck if that doesn't always fill you with warm fuzzy energy. Wipes your brain, keeps you soft and floaty.
He guides you up and out of the armchair, lifts you into his arms when your legs shake too much. That electric feeling is still coursing through you, tingles in your extremities as they come back to life.
The hand he strokes over you is half affectionate, half proprietary. You've been his since the first time he laid eyes on you.
He reminds you of it as he sets you down gently on the bed, your hair a halo around your head and hands reaching to his face where you pull him down for a kiss. Hands find his shirt, pulling it off you, and then the dress. Fingertips touch the headboard, your arms stretching up, making room for him. Slips your panties down your legs.
It's a lingering, indulgent kiss. Breathing each others air, gasping into his mouth, he puts his elbows by your head and lays as much weight down as he can without cramping your full belly. He's as vocal as you, groaning and rutting like a dog.
"Ready for me, sweet girl?" He leans out of the kiss, sitting back on his heels. You nod, desperate and pulsing between the legs again like you didn't just come twice.
"Daddy's gonna take care of you, don't you worry," he rearranges you like a doll, turning you to your side and getting between your legs. A pillow is tucked under your belly, and he tests your flexibility by holding your leg tight to the length of his body. Your hamstring burns a little with it.
A hand holds your knee, another to your waist. His jeans scrape against your sensitive skin.
You focus on little details. His scar, touching his eyebrow and splitting through his nose, ending down by his jaw. The knuckles on his fingers holding your knee, and how rough the pads of his fingers feel on your waist. This man has never had soft hands in his life. Those same hands capable of so much force, so much violence, the very same that hold you and guide you. A shepherd, you his lamb.
The weeping head of his cock kisses your hole, catching there and traveling up. He taps it against your clit until you're tensing, whining, needy again. Tears down your cheeks.
He steadies you, pets your waist, guides his cock inside and it feels like you can breathe again. His mouth laves hot kisses over your ankle, the sole of your foot again, reverent and controlling all at once. The stretch burns - it always does, and maybe always will. Simon is just so big, thick all around and the mushroom head of him could always bump your cervix if he's not careful.
He's careful now, but only just. You can sense his control fraying, his hips driving forward steadily but his thighs tensing and his grip getting meaner. This is your favourite part. Watching him sweat, breathe hard, taking his pleasure in you.
"Yeah-" he cuts himself off with a long, drawn out groan. Deep, from the bottom of his belly and out. "Already so full of me, aren't ya? Can't get full enough."
You plead with your sounds, words out of your grasp. Your hands clutch at the sheets but it isn't enough. He's solid, he's your anchor, but he's losing himself in your cunt and you're free falling.
"Play with your tits for me," he commands, pumping faster. You're reflexively tightening around him, clit jumping for attention, squeaking each time he lets himself in as deep as possible and touches the mouth of your cervix.
Sunlight slowly fades on the bed, the last golden rays escaping out the window as you're bathed in dusk.Â
There's nothing to do but obey, hands finding your swollen breasts and squeezing. They've been sore and huge, like that week before you get your period only it's been a couple months. None of your bras fit anymore.
Simon appreciates it, he loves it. Has you cooking for him with your tits out, nipples peaked and pussy leaking. They bounce, now, stopped only by your hands pinching and twisting. It's insane - no one in the world could replicate the feeling. No artist, no musician. Electricity zips from your breasts down to your clit and shit - you might come just like this, untouched, just full of your man and fondling yourself.
"Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me. Fucking," he pants, leaning over you, bending your leg. "Pinching my dick, sweetheart. Your pussy's so fucking good."
The orgasm begins in your toes, tingling. Your muscles tighten, drawing up, up, towards your cunt, which is making obscene sounds around him.
Simon sees the signs, sees your eyes rolling and your body going taut. He abandons your leg in favour of rubbing your clit with two big fingers quickly, up and down.
"That's it, sweetheart, come all over my cock. Go on," his voice is a snarl, barely distinguishable as human, beastly. "Be good for daddy.â
It's like the crescendo of an orchestra, like a summer afternoon in august, like waking up without a clogged nose after being sick, it's - really fucking good. You're near sobbing, crying out his name, abandoning your tits to reach for him desperately. He meets you halfway, shuddering his own orgasm into you. The press of his hips against yours is better than buttered toast, the delicate press of his chest against yours as he lets your leg go is bliss.
"Si-imon," you slur, hands on his cheeks. He laughs and kisses your forehead.
"What's that, sweet girl?"
"I love you," you cry a little more then, feeling him pull out and lay next to you. You're boneless.
"I love you too," his arm reaches across you, pulling you into him. "Both of you." Hand on your belly again.
"That was insane," you pant. He barks a laugh against your hair. "I'm serious."
"I know you are, love," he kisses your forehead, petting your stomach. You can tell it's meaning, can feel the gratefulness behind the kiss. He's saying thank you, for staying with him, for making him a father. Your hand finds his, squeezing back a wordless reply. Of course, it says.
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#or> local citygirl listens to too much adrianne lenker and imagines simon getting you pregnant and living on a farm <3#he's definitely ooc i have a hard time writing men#BUT this is writing practice so whateva#cod x reader#cod mw2#task force 141#141 x reader#drgnfly writes#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley imagine#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#im so bad at ending things lol#mdni#18+ mdni#simon riley cod#reader x simon riley#idk#hehe#i found the images on pinterest btw
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singledad!Sukuna x neighbor!reader-Sukuna and Yuuji really want you to join their family! role reversal from my other series, think this will just be a one-shot though. Yuuji is Sukuna's brother but he's raised him since he was a baby and Yuuji calls him dad.
cw: Sukuna is manipulative and also a murderer but everyone's happy and you're both aware so it's okay. this is really just fluff.
"I....want you to be my mommy?"
Sukuna scowled as Yuuji looked more confused than ever.
"No, no that is not what you're saying kid. You're just going to tell her about how the other kids' mommies on the playground make you feel left out."
"But they don't, Megumi's mommy always gives me a snack when I'm hungry!"
"That's not his mommy, that's Megumi's daddy," Sukuna corrected, wondering if this was just a hopeless endeavor. He could have easily followed a plan this simple when he was four, but Yuuji was too soft. This was what happened when you raised a kid in a stable, loving environment. They lost the ability to go for the jugular when needed.
"But Megumi's daddy calls him mommy?" Sukuna didn't hold back his groan. You were going to be coming back from your morning walk any minute. He didn't have time for Yuuji to not get basic directions or to explain the dynamics of that Gojo family.
"Look when we go out there, just look sad and I'll handle the rest."
"But I'm not sad, I'm happy. We're going to the park and Megumi's mommy is bringing mochi today!"
"Shit kid, do you want a mom or not?" Sukuna asked, trying not to roll his eyes as be bent down to snap on the velcro straps on Yuuji's light up sneakers.
"I don't need a mom, I have you," Yuuji said. He looked uncharacteristically defiant and Sukuna couldn't help feeling proud of his little brother.
It had been touch and go when Yuuji was a baby. Sukuna had still been a kid himself and they didn't have any money and Yuuji's mom was even crazier than Sukuna's. Their father nowhere to be seen. Since Sukuna and Uraume had spread the pieces of his corpse around the city.
Sukuna pushed these memories aside and ruffled Yuuji's hair. "I know you don't need one, we only need each other." Yuuji nodded, his little head moving with all his conviction. "But it might be nice, right?"
Yuuji seemed thoughtful before finally biting his lip and looking down at his sneakers. He tapped them, making the red and black lights flash.
"She's really nice, I like her."
"I like her too," Sukuna said and he heard the sound of your sneakers slapping against the tiled hallway. "So let's go and look sad, okay?" Yuuji nodded, determined now and Sukuna grabbed his backpack before the two brothers went out into the hall.
You were just taking your keys out of your bag and you turned to the brothers, a smile on your face. "Good morning gentlemen, it's nice to see you. Heading out?"
That was when you noticed Yuuji's downturned expression. Sukuna saw your face shift into one of concern and he resisted a smirk.
Sukuna cleared his throat and squeezed Yuuji's hand. Good boy. "We're heading out to the park, you know the one by the high school."
"Oooh, that's nice. You like that park, right Yuuji? You said it was the biggest one in the whole city," you crouched down so you could look Yuuji in the eye and Yuuji seemed to forget he was supposed to be sad for a minute because he jumped up and down, the lights of his shoes flashing in the dim hallway.
"Yeah, it has the best swings too!" You ooohed and aawed appropriately while Sukuna tried not to smack his head against the wall. Maybe he and this kid weren't related after all, fuck.
Yuuji seemed to notice his expression because he stopped jumping to look down at feet. He put out his lower lip and used the tip of one of shoes to mess with a scuff mark on the linoleum. It would have made a more pathetic visage if his shoes weren't still lit up.
"Yuuji," you said, coming closer so you could kneel on the ground in front of the boy. The sight of you on your knees did something to Sukuna, but he pushed it aside to see what the brat had in mind. So far, he wasn't impressed with the performance. "Is something wrong?"
"It's just," Yuuji let out a sad sigh that wouldn't get him a gig in a car commercial. "Megumi and his mommy will be there and it makes me feel sad because all the other kids have mommies and I don't." God, there was no way you could be buying this, Sukuna looked at you and saw that your eyes looked a little watery.
Huh, look at that. Maybe he wouldn't have to kick the kid out, after all.
"I'm sorry Yuuji, that must be hard," you said and you reached out and swiped out where Yuuji had even managed to shed a tear. Sukuna felt so proud. "But I know that your dad is really excited to take you and the two of you are going to have so much fun!"
"Could you come too?" Yuuji asked and you bit your lip. Yuuji looked up and batted his little doe eyes at you. "It would make me really happy if you came with us. We could all have fun together."
"I wouldn't want to intrude-"
"It wouldn't be intruding," Sukuna cut in. "If you're busy though no worries, I know we'll have fun just the two of us. Right, Yuuji?"
Yuuji bit his lip and Sukuna could tell he was torn between showing how excited he was to spend time with his dad and being 'sad' so you would join them.
You looked between the two before seeming to come to some kind of decision. "If you don't mind waiting while I change, I'd be happy to join you two. Should I bring anything?"
"I think we're all set. We'll wait outside for you," Sukuna said and Yuuji went up and gave you a big hug that you returned.
Sukuna took Yuuji outside to wait for you, the kid occupying himself with a mostly washed away hopscotch chalk sketch. Sukuna alternated between watching him and texting Uraume who was claiming to be over him and his nonsense. Sukuna would take it more seriously if Uraume hadn't been saying that for going on twenty years. He knew they loved him, fucking sap.
Soon, but not soon enough, you came bounding down the stairs. A scarf tied around your neck, your turtleneck exposed by the open top button of your coat. He couldn't keep letting you be single, looking all pretty like that. He was too greedy for that.
Besides, looking the way you did and knowing your big heart, it was just a matter of time before some nice loser tricked you into settling with them and he just couldn't have that. The idea of you taking someone else home to your warm apartment with it's million throw blankets and a cookie jar, an actual cookie jar, he was convinced you kept stocked up just for Yuuji, made him want to commit another murder.
"Ready?" you asked and Sukuna nodded while Yuuji took your hand in his right and Sukuna's in his left.
"Let's go!"
Yuuji's enthusiasm was contagious and the two of you chatted all the way to the park. Sukuna saw some people shoot you all looks as you walked. Sukuna was used to people viewing him with suspicion, even fear. His tattoos, dyed hair and general demeanor making people cross the street to avoid him. Something about you and Yuuji seemed to balance him out though and people reacted as if they were just looking at a cute family going out on a Saturday.
You didn't seem to notice either way and just continued talking to Yuuji about some new anime for kids Sukuna had probably had to suffer through but hadn't retained any memory of.
As soon as you all got to the park, Yuuji took off with barely a good-bye. You seemed concerned and Sukuna bumped your shoulder with his. "Don't stress, he just sees the Fushiguro kid over there. See, they're already fucking around."
He pointed to where Yuuji was chasing around a scowling dark haired boy the same age as him. Sukuna didn't buy the scowl for a second.
He had once run into the kid and his weird dads at the grocery store and the kid had scolded him when he figured out Yuuji wasn't with him. Sukuna would have knocked the kid down a peg if he wasn't actually four years old and if his 'mommy' didn't low key give him the creeps. Sukuna was pretty sure he wasn't the only person guilty of homicide currently at this playground.
"That's so cute," you cooed and Sukuna nodded along while he took you over to some picnic tables. Unfortunately one of them was already occupied.
"Aww if it isn't Sukuna. How nice it is to see your lovely face on a Saturday morning!"
"Gojo."
Sukuna was ready to leave it there but then the bastard got up and walked over. His partner continued sipping on a large cup of boba, watching from his seat although he gave you a little wave.
"Who is this, new girlfriend?" Gojo asked tilting down his sunglasses to look you up and down.
You laughed and introduced yourself while Megumi's parents did the same. Gojo grabbed your hand when you held it out and kissed the back of it, his lips curved into a smile even as he lingered, his fingers clearly holding onto where your pulse would be. Sukuna moved closer to you and put a hand around your waist, the gesture a clear sign for the other man to back off which Sukuna knew Gojo understood because the bitch fucking smiled at him.
Sukuna didn't necessarily take any of Gojo's flirtations seriously. He flirted with every mom and dad on the playground, including him when they first met. He'd even seen him flirt with the guy who worked the ice cream truck so egregiously the kid had looked on the verge of passing out. His partner never seemed bothered and Sukuna wondered if he was just that secure in the relationship or if he hoped someone would finally come along and get the annoying man away from him.
As usual though, Gojo lost interest quickly and went back to his husband who didn't say anything as Gojo lay across his lap like some kind of housecat.
"There are children here," Sukuna said. Mostly out of spite and not jealousy that the two of you weren't curled up like that.
"Don't be homophobic," Gojo said and you snorted before looking innocent when Sukuna shot you a look.
"Alright, let's go see what Yuuji's up to." Sukuna went along with your excuse, mostly just because he liked the feeling of your hand in his. The two of you wandered closer to the playground where Megumi and Yuuji were currently engaged in a game with some other kids that Sukuna couldn't have possibly guessed the subject of.
The kids alternated running around the large structure, disappearing into tunnels, jumping down to hide underneath slides and behind climbing walls. Every time Yuuji popped back up to view he would wave and call out to you both. Sukuna still felt a little warm whenever the kid called him dad and the look you gave him after made him feel caught.
"So, I can see why Yuuji was so sad those morning. Megumi's parents are just vicious monsters," you said and Sukuna was so taken aback he knew his expression didn't hide it well. You smiled and swung your hand that was still in his, turning so you could look at him.
"I don't think that's what the issue was," Sukuna managed and you nodded.
"Right, it must have been because he's so lonely," you said before the two of you were interrupted by the sound of children's ecstatic laughter. You both looked to where Yuuji was now being chased by an entire horde of children.
"I'm the curse, you have to catch me," he yelled out and the other children screamed and laughed as they tried to grab him. Yuuji had never had a hard time making friends and that was very evident in the way he got kids of all ages, even the quiet ones to join in on his game.
"You can have friends and still be lonely," Sukuna argued and you gave him just the softest look. It wasn't fair for you to see through his schemes and still look at him like that.
"Are you lonely, Sukuna?" You got closer to him, your hand still got in his and you were so warm. "Maybe I should come home with you, then?"
Sukuna couldn't have stopped himself from kissing you even if he wanted to, which he didn't. He let go of your hand so he could cup your face in both of his palms. You moaned your approval into his mouth and he responded by nipping your upper lip, pulling you up to meet him as he leaned down to kiss you. Sukuna was about to risk another arrest by taking you right here in the park before a familiar voice called out to the both of you.
"Hey now, there's children here."
Sukuna turned to give the infuriating dumbfuck a piece of his mind when you distracted him by pulling him back to you and giving him a quick peck on the lips. He could leave the fight with Gojo for another day, he supposed. He knew he'd win anyway.
You're smiling and you look so happy and Sukuna doesn't feel the least amount of guilt in getting you here. Even if you knew it was a trick.
Although.
Did this mean you knew that all those times he was "stuck at work" and needed someone to watch Yuuji were a lie too? Or that he actually could cook and the one time he set the building fire alarm off had been because he started an actual fire and not just him burning dinner and two of them didn't actually need you to invite them to dinner so much? Did you also know that your radiator hadn't just stopped working randomly but he had broke it, knowing you would call him because your super never answered, and when he said a part was still missing and you would just have to stay the night at his and Yuuji's place-
Sukuna looked at you more closely and you just kept smiling.
As Yuuji called for the two of you to come help him and Megumi on the swings, Sukuna wondered if he had ever trapped you, even once. Or if you had just let him catch you.
Watching you push Yuuji as the boy screamed for you to go "higher, higher!" he decided he didn't care. Fuck, it might just be better. Knowing you were maybe as crazy as he was.
shout out to the dad at the park today who had the audacity to play with his toddler and have a cute dog at the same time.
also I liked the end of this so much I may just write a prequel of Sukuna and reader taking turns gaslighting the other into a relationship, we'll see.
Edit: wrote the prequel, here!
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Templeâ Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader
summaryâ they always say âyour body is a templeâ and boy is nicholasâ body a temple you love to climb and worship.
warningsâ PURE SMUT. fingering, hand job, oral(m receiving), unprotected sex, mirror play, spit kink, praise kink, degrading kink, body worship, ass slapping, choking, creampie, daddy kink, breeding kink, cum eating, rough sex, aftercare, fluff.
a/nâ ovulating and wrote this based on these pictures because he looks so good, ugh, i NEED him. (not prof read)
You were wandering the aisles of your favorite boutique, surrounded by the chatter of other shoppers. Just as you picked up a cute dress, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You fished it out, expecting a simple text, but what you saw made your breath hitch and your pussy throb.
Nicholas had sent you a picture of himself shirtless, standing in his bathroom with the light cascading down his chiseled abs, his hair slightly damp and tousled and then one with the hat you gifted him on. He looked incredible, his physique had transformed since you first started dating for his new roles, becoming more defined and muscular, and it left you utterly speechless.
You couldnât help but bite your lip as heat pooled in your core. God, he looks good. You remembered when you first met him, he was charming and sweet, and you loved him just as he was then. But this new version of him? It ignited something deep within you. It was as if every sculpted muscle was begging for your attention, and all you could think about was how much you needed him inside you, pounding you.
The dress you were holding suddenly felt heavier as you clutched it tighter, trying to maintain your composure in the middle of the store. Your thighs clenched instinctively, and you could feel the flush creeping up your cheeks. How was it possible for someone to look that good? You found yourself blushing, desperately trying to focus on the price tags in front of you, but your mind was racing with thoughts of him.
You quickly typed back, your fingers trembling as you tried to keep it casual. âWow, what are you trying to do to me?â You hit send, your heart racing with anticipation. He was always playful, but this felt different, this felt more personal, more intimate.
As you made your way to the cash register, you could still see him in your mind, his body the definition of perfection. You swiped his card without a second thought, the thrill of using his money adding to your excitement. If only he were here right now. You imagined him behind you, his hands resting on your hips, whispering sweet nothings as you paid.
Your thoughts swirled with desire, longing to feel his warmth against your skin, to wrap your arms around him and pull him in close. His body was a temple, you thought, it was a holy site you craved to explore.
With a final glance at the dress in your hands, you decided to head home, your mind set on what would happen once you got there. You needed him, and you could already envision the fire igniting between you two as soon as you walked through the door.
As you rushed through the front door, adrenaline surged through you. You barely took the time to drop your shopping bags before you heard the unmistakable sound of the shower turning off.
You quietly made your way down the hallway, the steam still lingering in the air, and as you approached the bathroom, you caught a glimpse of him stepping out, droplets of water glistening on his perfectly chiseled body. Nicholas looked like a god, one you craved to worship, his muscles taut and glistening under the dim light, every curve and contour accentuated.
You leaned against the doorframe, mesmerized, your breath catching in your throat. This was everything youâd imagined and more. He dried himself off with a towel, completely unaware of your presence, and for a moment, you relished the view, every single inch of him was a work of art.
But you were done watching. The heat radiating from your core was too strong to ignore, and all rational thoughts slipped away. Without a second thought, you slipped out of your clothes, leaving yourself bare and vulnerable in the dim light.
The chill of the air contrasted sharply with the heat building inside you, but it only fueled your desire further. You stepped into the bathroom, your heart pounding, and when he finally turned to face you, his eyes widened in surprise and hunger.
âNicholas,â you breathed, your voice thick with need. You stepped closer, the space between you two disappearing as the urgency of the moment enveloped you.
âHey babyâ oh shit.â
His towel dropped to the floor, forgotten, and in that instant, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, raw, exposed, and yearning for each other.
âOh god, I need you so bad,â you whined, your body pressed against his as you desperately kissed him all over his chest and tipped to meet his cheeks and lips.
Nicholas pulled you close, laughter in his eyes as he felt your warmth enveloping him. âWhatâs gotten into you, pretty baby?â he teased, a playful grin spreading across his face.
You looked up at him, your heart racing as you felt the heat radiating off his body. âLook at you,â you replied, your voice breathless. âWalking around here looking like this, sending me pictures of you shirtless⊠God, what do you expect?â
With a mischievous smile, you moved behind him, admiring his tall, muscular frame in the mirror. You couldnât help but caress his abs, fingers tracing the defined lines, marveling at the way his body felt under your touch. He threw his head back in pleasure, a low groan escaping his lips as your hands explored him.
The atmosphere shifted, the playful banter giving way to something more primal. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body responded to your every caress. His thick, long cock was painfully hard now , and you could sense the need in him building, mirroring your own.
You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking him gently as you both stared into the mirror. The sight was mesmerizing, his face contorting with pleasure, the way he fell apart under your touch, completely lost in the moment.
As you continued, you watched him unravel, utterly captivated by how hot he was, how perfectly he fit into your desires.
âLook at yourself daddy, Iâm making you feel so good, you look so fucking sexy,â you panted, speeding up your movements.
You bit your lip as you felt him jump and throb in your hands, everything he did made you feral. Then, with a shudder and a low moan, you felt the warmth spill onto your hand, a testament to the electric connection between you two.
âOpen your eyes,â you demanded. They fluttered open and he watched in the mirror as you sucked his cum from off your fingers before lifting them up to his lips making him taste what was left of himself. He hummed in content, the sound going straight to your pussy but you would deal with that problem soon.
âNo,â you said, determination lacing your voice as you looked up at him. âI need to give you more. I want to show you just how much I appreciate you.â
Slowly, you sank to your knees, eyes locked onto his as you let your tongue glide over his chest, savoring the taste of his skin. You trailed your tongue down to his abs, worshipping every ridge and contour. âYouâre so beautiful,â you murmured, your voice low and sultry. âSo sexy, Daddy.â
His breath hitched at your words, and you could see the effect you had on him, his body responding to your every move. You reached down, wrapping your hand around his cock again, feeling him harden beneath your touch.
âLook at how big you are,â you praised, your voice dripping with admiration. âSo perfect in my hands.â You leaned closer, giving him a teasing lick, savoring the taste of him, and your eyes rolled back in pleasure at how good he tasted. âMm, you taste amazing daddy.â
With that, you took him into your mouth, feeling him fill you completely. The sounds of his pleasure willed you on, and you began to move, sending him to the back of your throat, lost in the rhythm of worshipping him. âYou taste so good,â you whispered between breaths, and Nicholas groaned, his hands tangling in your hair, urging you on.
âJust like that, baby,â he praised, his voice thick with desire. âYouâre fucking incredible.â
You continued, letting his praises wash over you, and as you felt him hold your head down and cum down your throat, it was like fireworks exploded around you. You savored the moment, knowing you had brought him to this point of ecstasy.
You couldnât help but smile as you looked up at him, feeling bold. With your fingers, you gathered the rest of his release from his hard cock and brought it to your mouth. You took it in, savoring the taste, and smeared it and your saliva over his chiseled abs. You couldnât resist the urge to lick it all off, your body shuddering with each stroke of your tongue.
âGod, youâre fucking perfect, yâknow that?â he said, watching you with a mix of awe and desire. âI appreciate that, baby. But now, itâs my turn to make you feel good.â
He positioned you in front of him, hoisting one of your feet up onto the counter, giving him a better angle. âOpen your mouth,â he commanded softly, and you complied eagerly, watching as he spat into your waiting mouth. You swallowed it happily, feeling the rush of satisfaction.
Nicholas trailed his finger down your body, stopping at your soaking wet pussy. As he slipped a finger inside you, you gasped, your body arching toward him instinctively. âLook at yourself in the mirror,â he instructed, his voice thick with lust. âLook how beautiful you are.â
You glanced up, eyes locking with your reflection. The sight of you, flushed and breathless, sent a thrill through you. Nicholasâ finger worked expertly inside you, curling just right, and the pleasure began to build. âThatâs it, baby. Youâre so beautiful when you come apart like this,â he praised, his gaze never leaving your face as he watched you surrender to the waves of ecstasy. âLet me see you feel good.â
With each movement of his fingers, the pleasure surged higher, and you found yourself lost in the sensation. âDaddy,â your moans filling the room as you finally reached your release, trembling under his touch.
âThatâs it, Iâve got you baby, daddyâs got you,â he cooed, rubbing your clit fast as your body jolted and slowly came down from your high.
Nicholas trailed kisses down your neck and across your shoulders, his lips warm against your skin. âLook in the mirror, baby,â he murmured, his breath hot against you. You obeyed, your heart racing as you met your own gaze, feeling every kiss ignite your desire.
With a sudden, playful movement, he bent you over the counter, a sharp smack landing on your ass. âYou look so sexy like this,â he teased, watching you wiggle your backside against him. You grinned back at him, biting your lip. âYou look like a Greek god,â you shot back, and he smirked, pride flashing in his eyes.
âOh yeah?â he replied, holding your neck gently but firmly, bringing you back against his chest. You arched into him, feeling his hard cock tease against you as he slipped inside, filling you completely.
He began to pound into you roughly, his grip on your neck ensuring you were locked onto his gaze in the mirror. âKeep those eyes on me,â he commanded, and when you felt the urge to close them, he shook you slightly. âLook at yourself!â
âDaddy, you feel so good,â you gasped, feeling the pleasure building inside you.
âTell me more,â he urged, his voice thick with desire. âTell me how fucking hot I am.â
You nodded, breathless, âYouâre so hot, so beautiful. I love your body, daddy. I love how you look as you pound into me.â
âSuch a dirty slut,â he teased, reveling in the sight of you enjoying every second. He rubbed your clit, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through you. âLook at yourself being fucked.â
With a loud moan, you surrendered to the man behind, your release washing over you as you cried out his name like it was the only word you knew.
Nicholas smirked, a glint in his eye. âIâm not done with you yet,â he declared, hoisting you up effortlessly, arms hooked under your legs. He turned you sideways, positioning you perfectly so you could watch him slam into you.
âWorship me,â he commanded, his voice deep and gravelly making you throb.
You felt a surge of excitement course through you, and you nodded, biting your lip as you gazed into his eyes. âYouâre everything, Nicholas. So strong, so perfect,â you whispered, your heart racing at the power he held over you, âyouâre so fucking beautiful, your body is a work of art.â
With each thrust, he drove deeper, filling you completely. âThatâs it, baby. You know how to treat me right,â he growled, his tone playful yet commanding. âShow me how much you want me.â
You leaned forward, kissing him passionately, your hands roaming over his chiseled chest and arms. âI need you,â you breathed between kisses. âYou feel so good. I canât get enough daddy.
âGood girl,â he praised, his voice thick with lust. âI want to see you cum again.â
You gasped as he hit that sweet spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. âDaddy!â you cried out, feeling yourself on the edge once more. âIâm so close!â
âThen let go for me,â he urged, his eyes locked on yours, watching as the ecstasy took over. âWorship your man, baby.â
With one final thrust, you felt the familiar rush of pleasure envelop you as you climaxed, a wave of satisfaction washing over you. âNicholas!â you cried, and he groaned in response, losing himself in the moment as he held you close, his body trembling with the intensity of it all but still not releasing.
He didnât let you go. Instead, he laid your body down on the counter just a little, your legs wrapped tightly around him as he pounded into you once more. The world flipped upside down as you caught your reflection in the mirror, his tall frame hovering above you. The sight of him, muscles glistening and face twisted in pleasure, made your head spin.
âWhoâs your daddy?â he asked, his voice thick with desire, his hand firm around your neck, exerting just enough pressure to send shivers down your spine.
âYou,â you gasped, barely able to catch your breath. âYou look like a god, so so h-handsome.â
The feeling of being so close to him made you dizzy, and his relentless thrusts only intensified the sensation. âIâm gonna fill you up and breed you like a bitch,â he growled, and your body responded to his words, craving more.
âPlease,â you begged, your voice barely above a whisper as you gasped for air, but the urgency in your tone said everything. âI want it. I want you. I want your cum inside me!â
He smirked, the heat of his breath against your skin sending another wave of pleasure through you. âSince you think Iâm so perfect, weâre gonna make the most perfect little babies,â he teased, pounding harder, deeper. You could feel the tension building as he brought you closer to the edge once more.
With a final, powerful thrust, he filled you completely, each pulse of his hot cum sending waves of ecstasy coursing through both of you. You felt him tremble against you as he held your neck tightly, ensuring you were looking at yourselves in the mirror.
As the high faded, exhaustion washed over you. He scooped you up into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder like a baby, ironic, considering what just happened. He brought a towel to clean you up, laying you gently on the bed, his lips trailing soft kisses across your skin.
âYou did so good, baby,â he murmured, pride evident in his voice. âYou took me so well. Iâm so proud of you. Youâre so perfect, princess.â
You cuddled into him, tracing circles on his pecs as you kissed his chest, savoring the warmth and safety of his embrace. In that moment, everything felt right, the world outside forgotten as you enjoyed the afterglow of what you had just shared.
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