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I feel horrendous and full of catholic guilt. And when I conjure up images of being snatched in an unmarked van, my hands bound behind my back painfully, and someone grabbing a fist full of my hair to rip my head back, exposing my neck to demonstrate how helpless I am, I can't tell if this is a manifestation of that feeling or me trying to absolve myself of it.
#guilt#feeling horrible#was what i did even wrong?#one hand yanks my hair back#the other grabs my throat and drags nails across it threatening#there's a smirk or a chuckle#something predatory and male#and i become really truly afraid#and i know that#even though i want to thrash#i can't#the nails at my throat are a threat#and I'm paralyzed in fear
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A/n: Almost kinktober guys ;) Synopsis: How many rounds can JJK men go for? Characters: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Choso, Sukuna Ryomen Warnings: Doggy, mating press, multiple orgasms, sub space, overstimulation, dub-con, photo taking, cock warming, nipple sucking, finger sucking, breeding, unprotected sex, virgin!Choso, mentions of masturbation, pussy drunk men
â Gojo Satoru: 3-4
The longest three rounds of your life
You think he can stop just cumming in you once? Hell no. The best part about sex is when he can see his cum oozing out of you with each push.
Also loves overstimulating himself until he is a groaning mess.
Unfortunately for you, Gojo Satoru is NOT a one-minute man.
"Awe come on don't go zoning out on me now~"
Gojo's voice is teasing, a low, melodic coo that slides into your ears as you struggle to focus. His grin is wide, almost predatory, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he leans in closer. Youâre hazy, breathless, your mind clouded with pleasure, barely able to register the words.
"S'cant... feel too...â You mumbled and thrashed against Gojo's hold, forcing him to pin your wrists together above your head while he pistoned into you with brute force. Sure it's only the second round for him but for you, he's brought you over the edge more than your poor poor body can handle.
Your body feels completely spent, trembling with overstimulation as your legs, sore from the constant tightening and untightening, hang limp in Gojo's grip. Heâs folded you in half, his hands pressing your legs against your chest, locking you in place with ease. The room feels heavy, a warm haze clouding your thoughts as you realize youâve been drooling, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure to even care.
âFeel fucking amazing Jesus Christ.â Gojo manages to groan out between pants followed by a string of curses. Every time he leaves the clutch of your cunny, his cock is coated in a thick shiny sheen of creaminess, and when he snaps his hips back in, it settles right at the base of him, painting your puffy pussy lips as well. Gojo effortlessly lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, sinking even deeper into you with each forceful thrust. The new angle, paired with the relentless pace of his hips snapping against yours, sends you spiraling dangerously close to the edge. Your grip on the sheets falters, hands slipping as tears streak down your flushed cheeks. Your mouth hangs open, drool pooling beneath you, completely mind-fucked and overwhelmed by the pleasure that consumes every inch of your body.
Your limbs have no strength left to resistâno, you donât want to. Every nerve in your body is thrumming, begging for more as you let him take control. His every movement draws out a fresh wave of sensation, each thrust sending you spiraling closer to that next high. You canât stop itâthereâs no chance to. Your body is his to use, to pull pleasure from again and again, and all you can do is surrender to the bliss as it builds, crashing over you uncontrollably.
"Come for me baby," Gojo coos. "I'll cum in you and if it spills we can start all over again."
~
â Toji Fushiguro: 6
First three you are riding him and doing all the work.
Then when your legs give out thats even he fucks you silly
He is so big :( Sometimes he has to let you cock warm him for a bit so you can catch your breath
This is it you where going to die.
You were going to be fucked to death.
"Shhh, stop crying would you? Yer' taking it like a champ I promise."
Two big hands come up to your face to wipe the hot tears streaming down your face. Your body is trembling uncontrollably, every muscle quivering as waves of pleasure leave you numb and overwhelmed. Itâs like your senses have short-circuited, leaving you shaking, barely able to register anything beyond the intense, lingering sensation pulsing through you.
Even though Toji is unmoving inside you, your pussy cannot stop spasming from the pleasure of his fat tip pressed up against your g-spot. Even if he wanted to pull out right now, Toji doubts that your cunt would give up the vice grip on his cock. Coincidentally that meant that he was keeping you plugged with 3 loads of warm sticky cum in your tight walls.
"Fuck still so tight baby, you want me to fuck you more don't you?" Toji's voice is a low, teasing coo as his focus shifts to your breasts, his tongue flicking over each hardened nipple, tracing slow, lazy circles that send shivers down your spine. One hand squeezes your breast, kneading the soft flesh, while the other glides over your sides and stomach, his touch warm and deliberate, drawing out every sensation. With all the strength you can muster, you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you so that you can feel his cock push impossibly farther into you, and he moans into your breast, biting your nipple softly.Â
Then, without releasing your nipple from his mouth, he begins the slow roll of his hips into your sloppy cunt. Toji's hips move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each roll pressing him deeper into you with a tantalizing, unhurried pace. His movements are controlled, almost teasing, as he grinds against you, making you feel every inch, every pulse of his dick as he draws out your pleasure with each smooth thrust.
"Just take it m'kay? You can handle it."
~
â Geto Suguru: 4
Geto is a real fiend
The breaks between sex consist of him drinking water and kissing the water into your mouth. After that it's right back to fucking.
Loves taking photos of his cum oozing out of you. Looks at it when he is bored.
âSo prettyâŚ.â
Drool dripped from your chin onto the pillow below, mixing with the tears streaming from your eyes, which were rolled back in bliss. Your breath hitched the moment Geto's hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to catch his gaze out of the corner of your eye. As your eyes lock, a dark, knowing smirk curves on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. You were finally getting used to the dizzying, mind-numbing pressure of his tip crashing into your cervixâbut the bad news? Your legs were completely numb, trembling and useless beneath you.
��âDid you hear what I said doll?â
 Whatever was left of your mind tried to reign back its focus on the man pistoning into you from behind, but as it turned out, there wasnât much. The friction of his cock dragging against you was unbearable, even with the syrupy cum soaking the walls of your quivering pussy. All you could do was dizzily nod, earning a chuckle from Geto while he eyes the way your hips instinctively raise so his cock can sink even deeper into you from behind. If you could only know the heaven your cunt you're putting his mind in, he is sure you'd be the one smirking. Geto even has to bite harshly on his lip to stop himself from whimpering every time your sticky pussy spasms from pleasure.
The euphoria came in waves of electric current that pulsed through your sloppy pussy and the only thing keeping you grounded his loads of warm sticky cum dripping down your thigh. Â
 âCome on speak to me baby, I've only come two times, we've barely even started.â
 The wet sounds of Geto's dick slipping in and out of you filled the room and your senses. His cock filled you so much better than your hands ever could, hitting that gummy spot inside your walls over and over again perfectly, and you wondered how you were ever satisfied with the way you masturbated before you met him.
 âIâm a lucky man arent I? To have such an obedient baby with such a pretty pussy.â His hand comes to your face to caress your cheek, and you nestle into his touch while his thumb wipes away your tears. Your too busy immersing in the warmth of his palm to notice the flash of light and the sound of a shutter above you. Even when you turn your head back in curiosity, all you see is Geto staring at the screen of his phone with a lazy grin spread on his face.
~
â Choso: 2
Give this man a break! He's a half century old curse who has never fucked before!
You should be glad that he didn't cum by just slipping his tip in, because oh god lord he is seeing colors.
Choso swore he wasn't a whimpering man. Nothing that good could ever make him stumble over his words like a schoolboy. But Jesus Christ, he was not expecting you.
âF-fuck, youâre tight,â Choso groans hoarsely. You felt good? Try god-like, Choso's mind was in euphoria right now. His hand or a fleshlight could never compare to the way your gummy walls sucked him in and hugged his cock.
"M'feel good Cho~" You whine, head thrown back against the plush pillow. The stretch was delicious. It had you squirming and writhing and you couldn't help but tighten as your body tried to push out the large foreign intrusion. You gasped when you felt his tip smush against your cervix, little bolts of electricity being sent through your stomach as he pressed against you.
Choso was slow at first, wanting to still admire the way your cunt swallows him up, the fat of his head has a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being. He whines at how hot you are on the inside, but heâs quick to change to a faster pace.
Chosoâs voice comes out in a deep, breathless groan, his grip tightening as he leans closer, his words heavy with need. "W-wanna do this all the time. Every day, baby," he rasps, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure, completely lost in the sensation. Each thrust seems to pull the words from his lips as if he canât hold back, his body trembling with how good it feels. The thought of having you like this, over and over, only spurs him on, his pace quickening as he grinds against you, desperate to make this moment last forever.
Unable to handle the sensation, your hands grab his shoulder and grip them for dear life. Choso doesnât let up his pace, in fact he increases it, pounding your poor little cunt with no remorse. His mind is foggy, everything just feels and looks so so good, heâs not even thinking when he shoves his fingers in your mouth, digits pressing down on your tongue and swirling around in the spit.
âYour gonna let me use you when ever I want right? Gotta lot of time to make up for, you gonna be a good girl and always make me feel good right?â
~
â Sukuna Ryomen: Lord have mercy
It depends.
Its either the longest no-break sex marathon of your life or 6 even seven rounds with small breaks in between.
Unfortunately, Sukuna is a sadist, it's a headcanon that he might prioritize his pleasure over yours. Combine that with his godly stamina and you have an insane combo.
Kneeling helplessly, both your wrists pinned behind you by just one of Sukunaâs powerful arms, you can only brace yourself as he thrusts into you from behind, each powerful movement sending shockwaves through your body as he effortlessly controls your every breath, your every tremble.
"C-cant do this!" you cry, your voice breaking as Sukuna's grip tightens around your wrists, holding you firmly in place. Your legs are sore from this kneeling position and the angle that his cock hits you is so euphoric it's almost painful from the sheer collision. Sukuna chuckles darkly, his pace relentless as he leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your neck.
"Oh, but you will," he growls, each word dripping with wicked amusement, his hips driving into you harder. "You donât have a choice."
You can only wail in response, the sound escaping your lips uncontrollably as the overwhelming pleasure consumes you. Every thrust sends a wave of heat surging through your body, your mind going blank as Sukuna fills you completely, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. The pressure builds with each deep, forceful stroke, your body trembling beneath him, and all you can do is surrender to the intense, all-encompassing bliss that threatens to pull you under.
"Such a good girl, you're a natural submissive, aren't you? Or maybe you just loved being fucked like the slut you are."
How much time has passed? You canât even tell anymoreâeverything blurs together in a haze of pleasure and heat. The rhythm of Sukunaâs relentless pistoning becomes the only thing grounding you, your mind foggy and lost as your body responds to him instinctively. Each second feels stretched out, an eternity of raw sensation as you teeter on the brink, utterly consumed by the moment.
"Gonna fuck you like this till Iâve had my fill, got that?" Sukunaâs voice is a low, dangerous growl in your ear, the words sending a shiver down your spine as he presses deeper.
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⧠âşËł cw. fem! reader, heian era, vÄąrgin sukuna, touch starved sukuna, humping, unprotected, premature ejaculation, mdni.
virgin!sukuna who wonât bend knee for no one, fears no one . . is weak for nothing.
nothing except for your touch.
and oh, it irritates him abominably. heâs got a taste of you and heâs addicted. in his royal chambers, he humps his pillow, whetted sharp fangs burying into his lip in utter shame. crimson velvet eyes roll their way into the very backs of his head until he sees ivory white. imagining heâs deep inside of you again, slowly grinding his hips into yours, hearing the melodic sounds of your moans escape from each rough stroke. his heat, he swears to himself as he feels the fabric glue back and forth against his skin. instead of a pillow it should have been your body. âf- fuckkk,â he groans, missing your touch, your skin. you had him whipped, sukuna doesnât get weak for anyone, anyone except you.
he mercilessly grinds his hips into his pillow, a tiny whimper slipping out of his lips before he swears out your name. again, and again, and again,
the moment you return though â heâs a mess. the once feared ruthless king sukuna ryomen thatâs lived for thousands of years was now a whiny mess that couldnât last five seconds without your touch, without your taste. to him, it was sacred. âwoman, i need you,â and his voice for once, it was shaky. you have a smug grin, growing priggish at how clingy you made him and he tchs in annoyance.
âwhatâs the magic word, âkuna?â
itâs a long dead pause, you hear the vexed sigh rip out of his full lungs before he shoots you a glare. ââŚ.. please. i need you to touch me again.â
with his entire broad frame slumped back, he watches with blown wide irises as you align yourself against his cock. already, itâs droplets and droplets of sheeny white pre-cum coating near his tip. itâs like a swirl, the shine glistens near his cockhead and you watch as a bit of his foreskin peels itself back. youâre teasing him, rutting back and forth against just his tip and he hisses in want of more. sukuna was so big, taking one of him was like taking two and youâve never felt more full. your hips rapidly make haste and start to jerk a bit forward and you moan once his fattened tip thrashes against your slit opening.
âmhm,â and then you look down at the demon whoâs still got a cute pout contorting against his pink lips. sharp serrated nails of his gently shovels into your skin, clinging onto your hips tightly. âaw, are you shaking, sukuna?â
âs- shut up,â he gruffs, immediately feeling a lump prod its way into his throat.
you have him at your very mercy. he grunts, red eyes flickering back slowly and gradually as heâs feeling himself stretch you open. your cunt was so invitingâthe feeling of your warmth holding him hostage was purely mouthwatering.
gaping and all, he feels every direct hit against your sopping wet pussy and heâs just hungry for more. your skin sticks against his as you try to shift your weight, rolling your hips back and forth until he growls out a pathetic surrendering whimper. heâs big and thick and you feel every delectable inch ease its way inside of you. fangs of his still continue to gnaw deep at the bottom of his lip, feeling your hips strike forward at a much more briskly pace.âugh, god woman. yâr hips âs gonna make me-â
a single breath gets caught in his throatâ not a lump this time but a single breath, you had him speechless.
a few pink strands of hair that stuck against forehead due to built up perspiration ghosts down his slit brows. âgonna c- cum too quick,â he murmurs, his usual rough tone appearing more shaky. his tone was a lot more vulnerable and weak, only with you.
youâre barely even doing anything. itâs been just a few minutes, just a few minutes of him going inside of your gummy walls and heâs already turning into mush. you run a hand down his buff, scarred shoulder and he merely loses it.
your touch drives him insane, he swallows a nice amount of saliva before his forked tongue lolls out a bit. heâs juddering pitiably underneath you from your sloppy movements. sukuna felt this way for no one, and the audacity for you to just .. make him so lewd, so feral.
thereâs a repetitive ringing in his ears as heâs got ahold of both of your thighs. all tips of his thumbs pierce their ways into your skin and his fat cock twitches from your erotically hypnotic rhythm. each sporadic jolt of your hips makes his head toss back, growl after growl rippling from his husky vocal chords. âyouâre so loud,â you tease, leaning in to kiss his cheek. his eye twitches from your lips making contact against his skin â yet, he doesnât question it. in fact, it only turns him on even more. sukuna craved your touch like he craves a victory after a year long battle. âgonna cum for me, ryo?â
âcurses.. i-â he stammers, adamâs able bobbing within each whiny syllable that spews out of his mouth.
youâve definitely got him whipped, youâve got the king of curses wrapped around your cute little finger. his jaw slowly dangles itself open and a hot breeze of air escapes. his body dramatically jitters from underneath you and you feel a certain familiar spurt shoot its way into your cunt raw. as youâre voluntarily slurping up every part of his fervor, he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
there, your neckâs being met with the keen edges of his animalistic canines pricking against your sweet, candied flesh.
sukunaâs tongue licks against you, making a cute attempt at suppressing his gruff whimpers but itâs to no avail. heâs cumming, and itâs so so much.
heâs seeing red, red and white.
a nice wad of satiny sticky load pours its way into your pussy and heâs just shaking underneath you. his body erupts like a volcano â heâs always so sensitive, desperately craving to cum again and again and again until heâs stuffed so much into your womb.
strong arms hold onto you tight as you just sit there, feeling his seed trickle into the deep soddened parts of your entrance. youâre panting with him, a hand gently stroking near his neat undercut and he groans into your neck. âs- so much, âm gonna die,â he mewls out, and itâs so unlike him to see him like this.
sukuna gingerly bites into your skin as heâs dumping such a goopy load into you. heâs panting heavily like a dog, puffs of air leaving out his throat so swiftly. his dick remains inside of you, clinging onto your walls securely for all itâs worth before he starts to hear the wet, slimy squelches. that was always his favorite part â the part where your pussy decides to talk back. ângh, donât move, princess. stay still- listen to it with me, please.â
you remain as still as a mannequin as his hot parching cumâs continuing to ooze its way into your puckering hole. itâs a lot, emphasize on a lot because when he cums, itâs a literal overflow.
itâs so much that it starts to race down the crevices of your thighs. a fat thumb of his gathers a good amount of it before smearing it over your pussy. with a sluggish sly expression, you cup his face, watching as he naturally lean into your touch. âyou barely lasted a second, baby.â
âshut up, donât forget who i- i amâ oh fuckkk,â
and you start to ride him again, picking up your hips in a manner so ruthlessly sloppy that it gets him whiplash. the moment you start up again, he starts whining and he feels a staticky pulse surge through his weighty cock. with red bloodshot eyes, sukuna eyes you with such intent and not once does his gaze leave. he feels a sudden pang in his heart. but it couldnât be that, or could it.
sukuna looked so pretty like this. underneath you, eyes half-lidded and beads of sweat racing down each side of his forehead. long dark lashes of his flap every few seconds and he jaw tightens, feeling your cunt soak him dry, milking him. his whimpers and whines were so loud, indefinitely echoing through the thin walls of his forbidden chambers.
your hand teasingly wraps around his thick neck and heâs never felt more aroused. sukuna groans with a snarlâmaking a cute attempt at baring a fang at you to seem more intimidating but it only makes him cute. a brief croak coming out of him before he grouses pathetically.
âharder. choke me ân make me cum again.â
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TOUCH, TOUCH, TOUCH â JUJUTSU KAISEN
âšâË. featuring gojo satoru, geto suguru, ino takuma, fushiguro toji, & kamo choso when their girl finds their weak spot.
warnings. 18+ content â mdni, f! reader, erogenous zones, biting, hair pulling, sensitive men, lots of cumming even though itâs november, overstimulation, oral (f&m rec), kissing, nipple play. | 3k words of sluttery
GOJO SATORU # thighs
âugh, fuck,â satoru laughs shakily, swallowing down a groan, âreally, baby, âs like you were made to take my cock.â
âhm, really?â you pull off his cock with a pop, savoring the way his diamond blue eyes squeeze shut, crystalline tears poking at the corners.
satoruâs got his legs spread like a whore, with you between them, nails raking up and down his thighs while you lavish his cock with attention. heâs painfully hard, cock standing up straight and covered in a sheen of your spit.
to think that this all stemmed from a tickle fight, of all thingsâheâd thrashed around the bed, whining and giggling when youâd gone after his thighs. once youâd finally gotten between them to brush your fingers over the tender skin, his playful giggles had unintentionally shifted into breathy moans which heâd tried to cover up by coughing.
âyou shouldâve told me these were this sensitive,â you breathe, pinching at his inner thigh. satoru jerks in his seat on the edge of the bed, blushing harder when he looks at the mirror across from the bed.
âriiight. and that wouldâve opened the door to me waking up to you chewing on them in the mornings? nuh uh.â
âyouâre so annoying, satoru,â you roll your eyes, the happy smile dropping from your lips. for good measure, you grip his cock more loosely, and he silently panics. âmaybe you should suck yourself off then.â
âno no no,â satoru backtracks, spreading his thighs and slyly bucking his hips toward you. his cock bobs, fully flushed and desperate to be taken care of properly. âbaby, i was joking! letâs rewind to the part where i was saying you were made to take my cock, heh.â
slowly, so as to make it as painful as possible, you take his cock into your mouth inch by inch until youâre swallowing around it. satoru moans loudly, cupping the back of your head to ease the rest of his length down your throat. he was rightâhe fits inside as easily as two puzzle pieces connect.
his voice shakes and he looks down at you gratefully, thighs tensing as your nails scrape a little harder. âc-canât believe youâre all mine, baby. goddamn, youâre always so fuckinâ good to me.â
you let out a muffled moan around his thick cock, the vibrations resonating through the entirety of his lower body. spit races down to his balls from the base of his cock, making his skin sticky. this is always his favorite way to cumâsomewhere inside you after youâve made a mess together.
you bob your head on his cock, which only seems to thicken and twitch against your tongue, the first signs of his inescapable high. satoru chews on his lower lip, his breath coming in wheezy puffs while his hips rock into your mouth.
ângh, t-take it all,â he directs you, his voice strained as the first spurts of cum spill into your throat. âbe a good girl fâme and swallow, baby.â
the muscles in his thighs jump beneath your palms as his cock finally finishes emptying all the cum into your mouthâsatoruâs breath audibly hitches in his throat as you swallow a few times around him. before his hazy brain can fully register, youâre no longer on his cock, instead kissing up the tender skin of his thighs.
âtoru, what do you thinkâll happen if i bite you?â
âitâll hurt,â satoru pouts in reply, the expression on his face only encouraging you to do so. âow!â he exclaims, but he doesnât make any move to close his legs or push you away.
âwhat if i mark up your thighs?â
he quirks a brow, as if to dare you to. âdo what you want, babe . . but itâs my turn next.â
GETO SUGURU # scalp
âso weak, baby. is that really the best you can do?â suguru teases, sticking his tongue out at you. âi mean, come on . . thereâs no way.â
your fingers twist tightly in his hair and you yank, the dark tresses soft against your skin, smelling of the best shampoo and conditioner. suguru lets out a hiss, savoring the sting of his scalp with a smile that has a pleased smirk playing on his lips.
âhowâs that, suguru?â
âif you keep doing that, i might just give you what you want,â he replies breezily, balmy breath fanning over your sticky cunt. âheh, youâre not even pulling hard enough, thatâsââ
you interrupt suguru with a vengeful yank of his hair that pulls a groan from the depths of his chest. you raise an eyebrow, looking at him and then between your legs expectantly.
without any more protest, suguru finally presses a kiss to your swollen clit. the little smack of his lips and the preface to whatâs coming soon elicits a desperate whine from your bitten lips. âsugu, jusâ spank it, please.â
a hushed chuckle follows the sharp slap to your cunt and your resulting cries of bliss. âsomeoneâs needy today, hm?â
âyeah,â you whimper, nails scratching lightly against his scalp while your fingers tremble in his hair. the bed creaks beneath you as suguru adjusts his position between your legs, tongue lapping up your slick with a primal urgency. his nails dig crescents into your thighs as he spreads you further inch by inchâeven with all your squirming, youâre unable to close your thighs.
youâre tugging at his hair insistently, impatiently, and he pins you with an unserious glare. âif you wanna be like that, you can just use my tongue, sweet thing.â
you groan, biting down on your lower lip as suguru slips his tongue inside you. itâs silky soft, hot, and the biggest tease, faintly curling as the tip of it drags against the walls of your cunt. here he is, offering himself up so you can use him; thereâs no way you could possibly turn this down.
without any semblance of hesitation, you experimentally jerk your hips forward, and his nose bumps into your clit. he lets out a muffled groan, losing himself in your pussyâyour slick covers his skin and makes it shine. it mixes with his spit and drips from his chin, soaking the sheets.
suguruâs scalp stings with overstimulation, shockwaves resonating through his body and shooting straight to his fully hard cock. he canât help but hump himself against the bed in an attempt to alleviate the wild need for friction.
all too quickly, suguru gets pussydrunk, eyes rolling back while your hips roll forward sloppily. it doesnât take long for that familiar quake to settle in your thighs, cunt squeezing and fluttering around his tongue.
âs-sugu,â you whine, and heâs sure heâs in heaven, ââm gonnaâgonna cum!â
âlemme taste it, sweetheart,â is the most you can make out from his muffled words. his fingers squeeze your thighs as they twitch beneath his palms, threatening to lock around his head. your orgasm rips through you and your cunt spasms, hips bucking as you ride out the high on his tongue. a broken whine leaves your lips as your thighs overpower his hands and squeeze around him, the soft strands of his hair tickling your skin.
he carefully moves backwards, clicking his tongue and sighing as he scoots off the bed to take off his wet boxers.
âsuguââ
âi donât want to hear it,â he waves his hand in the air and tosses the boxers into the laundry basket. âitâs your fault anyway, you were the one ripping my hair out.â
âyou encouraged meââ
âme? encourage you to pull my hairline back? never, honey.â
INO TAKUMA # neck
âtakuma . . i missed you so much,â the words are mumbled against his soft, plush lips. ino smiles against your mouth, a strong arm tugging you into his chest.
heâs got you seated on his lap, for the first time in weeksâheâd been away accompanying nanami on a lengthy mission. the bed softly creaks as he adjusts himself beneath you, inadvertently grinding you down on his hardening cock.
you pull back, face hot with excitement and surprise. âhehe, sorry. was an accident,â ino leans in, pouting at you when you ignore his kiss. instead, bracing yourself with both hands on his shoulders, you start to sloppily bounce up and down in his lap. although thereâs no particular rhythm or smoothness behind it, it feels amazing. inoâs face has crumbled into an expression of unadulterated bliss, and he forces his glassy eyes to focus on you rather than let them close.
âugh, baby,â he whines as your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders, the sting a garbled mix of pain and pleasure. âf-fuck, keep doinâ that.â
without slowing your frantic movements, you toss an arm around him, fingers haphazardly twisting into the feathery hairs at the nape of his neck. you give them a light tug, forcing his head back and eliciting a sudden moan from him.
ino gasps sharply when he feels your nose nudge at his jaw, tipping his head to the side in order to expose the slope of his neck and the tender skin there. although he moved without hesitation, he still wonders what youâre doing. âhuh? babe, whatâre youââ
âjusâ kissing your neck, takuma,â you coo, inhaling his scent deeply. he smells faintly of his favorite soap (he bought a bar that smells the same as your body wash) and clean laundry. ino seems to tremble beneath your touch, hips jolting upwards as your own begin to slow, your focus on his neck.
truthfully, ino is afraid.
heâs afraid of what he might do or say when you inevitably discover just how sensitive his neck is. and god, the way youâre still moving on his cock has his heart swelling in his chest as he starts to forget about his initial fear. it would be insulting to even consider thinking about anything besides you when youâre on his lap like this and spoiling him with your touch.
âhahâbaby,â he adjusts his hands so that they sit tightly on your hips, bouncing you up and down so you wonât get so tired. the drag of your lips against his adamâs apple has him gasping out, eyes rolling back shamelessly. âi-if youâre not careful, i swear youâll make me cum in my pants.â
this is supposed to be a warning, one that makes you pull off him and shimmy off all the layers of clothes together, but you simply ignore him. he knows you heard what he said, feeling that little smile of yours grow against his skin. inoâs breath hitches in his throat and he loses himself in the almost-euphoria that the friction of his cock against your cunt brings. heâs been starved of you for so long that heâs hyper aware of everythingâthe stickiness that seeps through your panties and shorts, the scent of your body, and the unstoppable heat that courses through his limbs.
you can feel his cock throbbing against your clit in the moments between each desperate movement, and you only moan into his neck, teeth sinking into the supple skin. your kisses are flirty and teasing, peppered up and down his neck with the occasional nip every now and then.
âa-a little faster, takuma,â you beg, voice tight. âgod, you feel so fucking good.â a startled gasp leaves your lips when you feel his fingers slip into your panties, heading towards your clit.
something both hot and cold races down inoâs spine after a few more bites, the double stimulation becoming too much too quickly. the way your slick sticks to his fingers doesnât help his inescapable high to slow down. fuck, thisâll be messy . .
âb-babe,â he groans into your ear, insides twisting as he slumps against you weakly. ââm gonna cum, babyâyouâre gonna make me..â inoâs voice drifts off into a loud whine as his cock shoots white in his boxers. his face burns and he looks up at you adoringly as you sweep the stray hairs away from his eyes.
âyou came, takuma?â
âyeah,â he huffs, the wetness in his underwear making him shift beneath you. a sly smile plays on his lips. âwould you . . mind cleaning me up?â
FUSHIGURO TOJI # nipples
toji swears up and down he doesnât have a single spot on his body thatâs hypersensitive, besides his cock. so one night when youâre gesturing for him to lie back, propped up by all the pillows and entirely shirtless, he fixes you with a defiant scowl.
âreally? youâre gonna suck my nipples? do i look like a fuckinâ girl to you?â
âtoji, itâs not at all like that,â you reply calmly, taking a seat directly on top of his flaccid cock. âjusâ wanna try something, if itâs okay with you.â
âfine, i guess. if this makes you stop whining about sucking my tiânipples,â he grunts, the corners of his lips curving to the side in annoyance. tojiâs thighs are loosely spread, his body entirely relaxed. you give him a chaste kiss with a playful sweep of your tongue against his lower lip before leaning toward his strong chest.
tojiâs muscles gleam with the water from his shower, a few droplets racing down the slopes and curves of his pecs. although heâs trying his hardest to act uninterested and offended, a small part of him is strangely curious to see if youâll prove him wrong. whenever youâre messing around together, you end up playing his body like an instrumentâknowing all the places he wants to be touched, how he likes it, and so on.
he covers up the hitch of his breath with a cough into his palm, and your eyes flick up to his.
âwhat?â he asks accusingly. âfuckinâ throatâs dry.â
ânothing, toj,â you reply, eyes twinkling in a way that has his heart kicking against his ribcage. he expects you to say more, but you donât.
his bodyâs cooled substantially since the shower, and the second your lips wrap around his nipple, hot tongue flicking over the hardened bud, tojiâs letting out a choked groan. the dichotomy between the temperatures is the first thing that gets him going, but then the way you start to suckâyouâre about to seriously humble him.
you look up at him, asking a silent question.
ââs not bad,â toji huffs dismissively, âjust not enough stimulation.â
you nod, fingers finding his other nipple and pinching it lightly. his leg twitches and his abs clench, but he plays it off with a small shrug. you know that toji has always been too prideful, writing things off without giving them a chance. heat sparks through his body, settling in his cock, and you feel him growing rock hard beneath you.
instead of saying something cocky to piss him off, you only let out a small giggle, teeth catching on his nipple. toji hisses, unconsciously cupping the back of your head to push you into his chest.
âdoll, no need to be so gentle,â he drawls, gasping sharply when you bite down. it hurts a little, but tojiâs something of a masochistâhe spurs you on with a weak groan. pleased with your handiwork, you switch nipples, fingers growing sticky with your spit as you spread it around his pectoral.
pressed up against your cunt, his cock throbs, desperate for attention. just as youâre thinking about touching him to alleviate the pressure, toji beats you to it, large hand pushing you to sit on his abs. he grips his cock firmly and his body shudders, jade eyes squeezing shut as he sets up a lazy pace.
âh-holy fuck,â he bites out, head tipping back onto all the pillows as puffs of breath leave his flushed lips. ââs good, just keep doinâ that . . yeah, right there, doll.â
KAMO CHOSO # ears
âbaby, iâoh, fuck,â choso swallows, fingers lightly ghosting along the slope of your bouncing ass. âi canât hold it anymore, âspecially not with you riding me like this.â
âi know, i know,â you huff out, voice trembling. your chest presses against his and itâs a clamor of teeth and impatience as your lips meet, tongues pushing against one another. choso has always fought off his orgasm in favor of your own, too focused on you before himself. today, itâs no different, but this time youâre drawing it out to see just how long he can last.
his eyes are closed as he loses himself in the kiss, too focused to notice you pulling away; his lips drag against your cheek when you tuck your face into his neck. confused, he asks breathily, âh-huh? is everything okay?â
âof course, cho,â you say sweetly, pressing kisses against the flushed shell of his ear. almost immediately, choso tenses beneath you, arms wrapping around your midsection tightly. he gasps when you take it a step further, nipping at his earlobe in a way thatâs not so gentle.
âwhatâre you doing? i wanted you to cum firstâthen i could too.â
ââs okay, i want you to be selfish this time,â you giggle, âcum for me, âkay? can you do that, cho?â
âof course i can,â choso mumbles, âjusâ look at the way youâre fucking me . . hah, âm gonna cum.â
he leans into you, letting you tongue and bite at his ears. chosoâs on the precipice of euphoria, walking the edge and ready to fall, but you keep teasing his ears in a way that drags it out of him. he cums deep, his cock spilling against your cervix and inspiring your own high. chosoâs shuddering beneath you, teeth clicking together from the overwhelming strength of it all. he whispers a few incoherent things, fingers splaying over your back as you cum around him with a loud whine.
chosoâs holding you closely, pressing a few kisses to your shoulder and hissing as your riding finally comes to a stop. you can feel the heat of his cum inside you, slipping because of gravity, pouring out of you and pooling at his base.
âpull my hair next time,â he says softly, sounding embarrassed. âand i want you to bite a bit harder.â
ââm not trying to give you an ear piercing,â you laugh, kissing over the flushed skin your teeth sunk into. âbut next time can be right now, if you want it, cho.â
your hips lift upwards, and he stifles a groan, watching his cum drip from your sloppy cunt. âyeah,â he bites his lip, looking at you with rosy cheeks, âi need a minute, so before we go again . . wanna taste her, if thatâs alright?â
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Being sick but wanting ice cream so you try to sneak out in the middle of the night to buy some like a disheveled gremlin all stuffy and sweaty, feverish in nothing but your pajamas and bathrobe, but just as you're about to leave, the light turns on and a pair of arms wrap around your waist to drag you back in bed for rest.
"Ach?! What the-?"
"Thought you could sneak away, huh?" Your man grumbles, unyielding as he (gently) manhandles you along, shooting you a mean stink eye for your attempted misadventure. "I'm special forces; where did y'think you were goin', sweetheart?"
You feel yourself start to sweat and not from the fever. "No-nowhere, darling, I was just-"
"Using pet names won't butter me up." He tightens his hold when you get squirmy. "Stop that. You need rest, y'muppet."
You blame it on your fever-addled brain, but you try to bargain with him. Promise to be good if he lets you go. Tell him how happy it'd make you if he granted this one wish. A lot of woe, is me peppered in your plea. As it turns out, he's got an iron will, and you need to work on your persuasive skills. Not surprising, but still.
"I want ice cream!" You half-heartedly thrash in his arms, making him click his tongue, adjusting his grip as to not hurt you.
"Fuckin'- stop that!"
"No, lemme go!"
Your feverish resistance is no match for his strength. All you pull from him is a frustrated grunt, annoyed with your antics.
"You're sick. Where you need to go is our bed." He leans in close to your ear, lowering his voice to a growl. "Or do I need to tie you down?"
The threat has the desired effect and makes you go limp in his arms, if a little pouty. You know he would do it. He's done it before, and he'll do it again. He's a man of his word, and (majority of the time) you know when to listen.
He successfully wrangles you back in bed, getting you to lie back down in warm sheets with little complaint. No rope is necessary, but he wraps you up in his arms just in case. A tried and true form of pinning you down. You never thought he'd use this method against you while you were incapacitated, but you're a wily one, even when you're sick. He'll make sure you can't escape.
You may have failed your little mission, but it's not too terrible of a loss. Not when it led you to being cuddled in his arms.
You still wish you got your ice cream, though. It's been forever since you had some. Too bad you'll only get to painfully, dramatically, yearn for your lost love now.
There's a deep chuckle puffing against your ear, and then you're being hugged tighter to your captor.
"I know that look. Don't pout. I'll get you your ice cream. Just get better for me first. Alright, mischief?"
... Alright.
#okay yeah i actually like the mischief nickname so im using it again consider this and my other ramble that used it connected#soap x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#john soap mctavish x reader#soap mactavish x reader#captain mactavish x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick x reader#gaz x reader#captain john price x reader#john price x reader#price x reader#141 sweet treat <3
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toji getting his ass absolutely drilled by sukuna
sukuna is shoving his head into the sheets, his fingers halfway inside tojis mouth thatâs hanging open, drooling like a slut. his back is arched so deep, angled for sukuna so perfectly so he can fuck right against his prostate
âugghhh- ngh-â toji squeezes around sukuna when he cums for the third time, cock bobbing heavily with each thrust as sukuna fucks the cum out of him.
sukuna grips the fat of tojis ass so hard his sharp nails dig into his skin. his eyes roll back into his head as tojis hole tries to milk his cock. âdid anything even come out? youâre shooting with every thrust, zenin.â sukuna teases, releasing tojis ass before smacking it roughly.
heâs rewarded with a grunt of pleasure from toji. âi can fuck your-â tojis words cut off in a long groan when sukuna presses his fat cock to the hilt of his ass and rolls his hips in a circle. âf-fuck your mouth and cum down your throat if you donât believe me.â his eyes are glossy and his face is flushed beyond beleif, but he still has a cocky, cock drunk smile on his lips
sukuna pulls back almost entirely before slamming back in, making toji borderline scream as he sets a fast and brutal pace so hard toji has to place his hand against the headboard so he doesnât bump into it.
âbold words, sorcerer killer.â his cock leaks inside him. âbut id rather watch you squirt on your own face while i ride your hole.â
in moments, toji is on his back with one of sukunas hands wrapped around his throat, which looks so small in comparison to his hand now. sukuna uses his other hand to push one of his knees back against the bed, folding toji in half.
toji grips sukunas thick wrist with both hands, mouth agape and eyes locked on the demon as he pounds his hole. âf-uuuck, fuck.â
âyeah.â sukuna grunts, his fangs showing with his smile. âjust a stupid slut when i have you on my cock. where did that fight go?â
tojis nails break the skin of sukunas arms, making his cock twitch from the pain. âstill here.â toji chokes out, his breath scratchy and breathy from how hard sukuna is gripping his throat.
his response makes sukunas smile grow. toji begins rolling his hips back to meet sukunas thrusts as best he can, his mouth falling open when his moans start to quiet.
âgoing to squirt, sorcerer killer?â tojiâs mouth closes and he grits his teeth together hard, tears of pleasure falling from the corner of his eyes. sukunaâs heavy balls throb, and he has to unclench the muscles in his pelvis to try not to cum at the sight.
leaning down over him, he crushes him with his body weight while not relenting in his thrusts. tojis sopping wet cock drips between them, making a mess on their abdomens. sukunas tongue flicks out, and he licks up the tear that fell from his eye.
âi do thoroughly enjoy it when you cry. give me more.â tojis lips part and his whole body tenses on a shout. âA-ah!!â
sukuna watches with pleasure as tojiâs cock bursts, and he squirts all over his own chest and face. heâs too fucked out to even care about the mess heâs making, as he fumbles for his leaking cock to stroke himself through his climax.
sukuna beats him to it, slapping his hand out of the way to jerk him off quickly, making toji whine as his head thrashes side to side trying to excape the painful pleasure. âsukuna!!â he yells, legs shaking around his large body so violently it nearly looks painful.
âyes pet, again.â
sukuna gets what he wants when toji cums again, though this time nothing comes out. sukuna fucks him through it all the same, jerking his cock harshly thatâs been rubbed raw. the tip is so red, and heâs so wet itâs making the most vulgar noises.
when sukuna slows his thrusts, still hard and throbbing inside his ass, he pulls his now drenched hand off of tojis cock and lifts it to his mouth. tojiâs tounge lazily swirls around his fingers, tasting his own cum, but thatâs not good enough for sukuna.
releasing his throat, he pinches his cheeks together roughly, forcing him to suck on his fingers properly. his cock gives a twitch inside his tight hole when he presses them down his throat and toji gags in response.
âcan you take more? or are you nothing but a broken toy now?âsukuna asks, pretending to be more brutal because he knows how much it turns toji on.
sukuna grunts when toji bites down hard around his fingers before smiling like the brat he is. âf-fuck you, i canât be broken. you still have to check if i have any cum left in me, or if that was just a fluke. unless, you can take anymoreâŚâ
he knows heâs taunting him, but he canât help but fall right into his trap. the vein in his forhead pulsates, and he smacks tojis face harshly, making the other man smile.
âwhen iâm done with you, you will have no more fluids left to give me.â
(heâs talking abt tears there ^⌠not uhâŚ. not anything elseâŚ.. just had to clear that upâŚ. anyways hope u enjoyedâŚ. freaksâŚâŚ.)
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now that you mentioned pirate!sevika x siren!reader I NEED it omg
just thinking about it is making me go crazy
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THANK YOU !! ive been waiting for this one i also have a mermaid one, idk which I'm putting out first but ill link it when it here when it does come out but thank you for the asks! masterlist , part 2
part 3
You lured many crews to their deaths, men followed your alluring voice into the thrashing waves of the ocean. Willingly drowning themselves in the salt.
Once they heard your song, and saw your beautiful face their fate was already sealed. You were cunning and dangerous, not hesitating to go after any ship you saw.
This didn't change when you saw a wrecked ship on the shore of an island. The pirates were obviously disoriented, and fixing their ship to leave.
One tall, strong figure commanded them, voice booming and most definitely angry. When they walked off, you took this as your chance to strike, rising onto the shore, and from between your lips came a song.
The pirates in your vicinity turned their heads to admire you in awe, at that you smirked, beckoning them closer with a finger adorned in jewels.
Unexpectedly, a woman came out from behind the trees, you assumed she was the loud voice you heard earlier. Shit.
A woman being the captain of this crew was the last thing you expected.
She didn't hesitate to pull her gun from the holster and aim it in your direction. The bullet barely missed your side as you jumped away. The sharp sound made you stop your song immediately.
The men, previously in a trance, looked around. Their eyes eventually settled on you. You pushed away from the shore, but before you could swim, heavy hands grabbed you from under the arms.
The woman had managed to seize you in all your shock, and you thrashed and flailed in her strong hold. She pulled you from the water, metal arm clawing into your flesh, most definitely leaving red marks.
You could feel her warm chest against your back. It contrasted the cold that you usually felt on mens bodies when you pulled them overboard into the icy waves.
She held you up for the men to see, "We caught us a pretty one, aye?" A short, stout man spoke.
"She would sell for a lot, y'know."
"Nah, I think I wanna keep her. She's rather stunning."
"Are you serious she triedâ"
"Enough."
The womans stern voice was loud enough to quiet the whole crew. You could feel the vibration of her chest when she spoke. It was a deep and gutteral hum.
"I want to be off this island by nightfall."
All the men scurried at her order, returning to their original positions. They spoke amongst themselves and murmured their complaints, now completely disregarding your presence.
She threw you into the sand, and you landed with a thump. You didn't skip a beat before you tried to claw your way back to shore, but were stopped short by her hand grabbing your tail.
"Now, what am I going to do with you." Her voice was surprisingly husky.
You let out a yelp and turned around to face her, holding yourself up on your elbows. You were now met with her smokey grey eyes and dark scarred skin that anyone would recognize.
Sevika.
She was a ruthless leader and led an even more unforgiving crew. Her reign was seemingly endless, ruling the seas for the better half of her life. Men and women that sailed the seas all respected her alike.
You parted your lips to start a song. But before you could even let out one note, she interrupted you, "That shit isn't going to work on me."
You knew that.
It was worth a try though.
She crouched over you, one knee digging into the sand beside you, and her other leg thrown over you, boot awfully close to your tail.
She reached out to your face with a warm hand, but you pulled back, baring your teeth to her in a snarl. Then she palmed your jaw more ferociously, smirking at your actions. She tilted your head from one side to another, eyes following the trail of scales down your neck.
Her lips were parted ever-so-slightly, and you could see the small gap between her teeth, showcased by her thick brown lips.
You had never been interested in humans, especially human men. Their sexual desire outruled any curiousity you had towards them. Men completely ruined the human race for you. In fact, they disgusted you. But you had never been this close to a human woman.
Usually, you targeted pirate ships, so coming across a woman was especially rare. At one point, you started to wonder if they even existed. But your doubts were disproven as the woman on top of you caused your breath to hitch in your throat.
"What are you going to do to me." You hissed.
"Oh, so she does speak," Sevika smirked before getting up and brushing sand off her pant leg, "I could chop you up and serve you to my men.. But that would be a waste. Plus, im not a fan of killing the local wildlife."
She was clearly amused by her joke, but you werent, you glared daggers at her, now crossing her arms as she towered above you. It was a clear display of her power and authority.
" 'M gonna have to keep you in my sight until we leave." She said, more in a teasing way than strict.
"I need water." You shot back at her, slightly grateful that she wasn't going to kill you, but the sun might just kill you itself if you didn't get back to the sea.
"Alright. I'll let you go to the shore. But if you even seem like you're going to swim away, I won't hesitate to shoot," She pulled her gun out of its holster again, flashing it to you as a warning.
At that, you turned to start clawing your way back to the rocks where you orignally resided. But you felt a large arm scoop you up instead. You were basically folded over Sevikas forearm, her hip balancing some of your weight as she walked you to your destination. You couldn't do anything but let your arms dangle over your head, fingertips brushing the ground. (maybe not if your short)
How embarassing.
When she plopped you into the water, you sighed deeply, feeling your gills thank the salt in the sea. The crew was now hidden from your view as the rocks were big enough to fill your vision. Sevika, on the other hand, was sitting atop one, eyeing her men.
You could take this perfect opportunity to swim away, but a part of you knew that she wasn't looking away because she trusted you to stay. She was looking away because she trusted herself to be able to shoot faster than your tail could hit the water.
So you opted to keep your place. You saw her shake her head at what you assumed to be the antics of the crew. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed a zippo and lit a cigarillo that was now between her fingers.
You rolled your eyes at her, gills retracting when she blew out hot smoke in your direction. You rested your chin on your arms, laying against a smaller rock.
"What? Not a fan of tobacco?" She mused.
"I am not a fan of any human trinkets." Your lip curled in disgust at the smell.
She eyed the sparkly jewerly that hung from your limbs, "Doesn't seem that way to me."
You got defensive, "Enough. I found it myself."
That wasn't a lie. You kept a lot of the treasures you found in mens pockets, jewerly, watches, and compasses.
You didn't exactly fancy small talk, but Sevika insisted that they would be there for several more hours until her ship was fixed. So you would tell her some stories and let her look at your treasures.
The sun started to set on the horizon, and eventually, you were sitting on the rock next to her, her large hand tracing your scales with intrigue. You didn't feel disgusted by her touch or bored with her presence. This feeling was forgin to you, and you wanted to let your guard down.
But you also wanted to wrap your cold fingers around her throat and strangle her until her warm breath left her body. Leaving her there to swim back into the ocean.
You disregarded that and leaned into her touch, watching the sunset. Some kind of ease has settled itself into your bones, knowing that you couldn't control her with song or seduce her with melody.
And maybe you were finding yourself too much in thought, but you might have her wrapped around your finger without help from the sea. And maybe she was allured by your fantastical stories and airy laugh.
Suddenly, your train of thought was interrupted by a scraggly voice, "Aye, cuddling up to the captian?"
You jumped into the water, away from Sevikas side. She grabbed the handle of her gun with wide eyes before stopping when she saw you, unmoving and clinging to a rock.
She wasn't lying when she said she would shoot you at any attempt to flee. But a pang shot through your chest anyway.
She cleared her throat and spoke, "What could you possibly want."
He tilted his head to the now finished ship. "Told ya we could do it, cap."
She sighed, standing up from the rock and sparing you one last glance before walking back to her ship.
I guess this was your queue to leave, but after the day you spent with her, a part of you couldn't leave. She had piqued a feeling that nobody ever had before.
So you watched her speak to her crew from a distance, bobbing in the dark waters. Your lips were curled down in a pouty frown.
She let everyone board before her, patting a heavy hand on the last man's back. Just before she stepped onto the ramp, she caught your gaze. Her eyes widened, and you dipped back under the water, out of sight.
She sighed and started to ascend the ramp to the deck, but not before hearing a splash from beside her. It was you, your fingers grasped at the wood, head balancing just above the ramp. Your torso was completely out of the water, and it dripped from your skin.
Her heart lurched at the sight, and she reached towards you, bending down into the water. You lowered yourself back into the sea as she closed the distance between you now. Her hat barely balanced itself on her head when she stroked a thick finger down your cheek.
You held her hand against your face and closed the gap between your lips completely. Sevikas lips were thick and warm and tasted roughtly of tobacco.
She was so unlike you, but you yearned for her deeply. Her form was rugged and large compared to your swift elegance and shiney scales. But when she pulled away and you looked into her eyes, you didn't seem to care whether she had legs or a tail.
Only that she was yours.
"I'll follow you wherever you go."
can you tell that i love pirates, and this is my favorite trope.. ALSO, tell me why i rewrote this 3 times because tumblr kept deleting it.. and not proof read pls correct me on anything! and reposts + feedback is always appreciated <33 thank you for reading !!
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dealer!chris n innocent!bff!reader who eventually have sex ...
â . . . chris is so so sweet <3 gently coaxes you into believing that it's okay. that it wont ruin your guys' friendship at all, even though he knows once he hits he'll want to come right back. he'll be damned if he lets his best friend go fuck some other guy.
â . . . chris ends up taking your virginity when hes high. you were slightly tipsy from a few drinks, crawling all over his lap and giggling like some puppy. he couldn't exactly help the hard-on he got, y'know? hes a man. you couldnt blame him.
â . . . the two of you were just talking, truthfully. after chris had finally managed to get you to loosen up a little you were so smiley and squirmy, accidentally rubbing against his cock without even realizing. tipsy giggles left your lips every second he said something, his mind feeling all fuzzy and not quite there.
â . . . the topic of sex came up. chris isnt sure how, or why. "you've never been fucked?" "no..? s'that a problem?." "no, no.. jus', you're missin' out." chris is chuckling and staring at you like he wants to devour you, and you completely miss it. "m'parents always told me to wait until marriage" and he nearly starts cooing at you with how adorable you sound, tugging you closer as his hands cup your cheeks.
â . . . fast forward and he's lazily grinding up against you with his hands planted firmly on your hips to help you roll them against his clothed dick. "ohh, i know.. feels good? huh?" the prettiest little whines are sounding from your lips that have been bitten raw, eyes glancing down to where you repeatedly hump against your best friend. "chris..." his name sounds so good in that whiny tone, said in a low mewl as you grasp at his shoulders.
â . . . you dont know fully why you feel like this, all hot and eager for chris to continue helping you rut against him. then again, it isn't all sunshines and rainbows for him either. chris is fighting back the urge to bust in his pants, holding you close and letting your body move slowly on its own.
â . . . soon enough, he's breathing heavy as his cock strains against his jeans. staring at your nervous face as you tug your panties down and he has to stop himself from grabbing you and sitting you down on his dick until his tip hits your cervix. he knows it'll hurt. and chris just happens to be so kind to his best friend, he's letting you sit down in his lap with both of your legs thrown across his.
â . . . your head leans back, his chin resting on top of your head as he sinks his middle finger into your cunt. "fuck, oh.. look at you. s'cute, baby" "chris.." you just sound so pathetic to him, as he hushed you gently. his other hand is wrapped around your stomach, holding you close and keeping your thrashing to a minimum.
â . . . your gasp turns into a moan when chris eases another finger in, the squelching sound of your own cunt echoing in your earsâmaking heat spread up your neck to your face. it just feels so... weird. your hips twitched gently and yoh didn't miss the chuckle that sounded from your best friends mouth, his free hand sliding up gently to squeeze at your tits.
â . . . when you start shifting around more and your hand grabs at chris' wrist to try and slow the sensations down, he knows you're close. a soft hush comes from him as he continues with his ministrations, ignoring the way you whine and cry about how you feel weird. "jus' let it happen. s'not a bad thing, baby.. c'mon, cum for me. theere you go" the wave of pleasure that washes over you is almost heavenly, your body tensing then going slack a few seconds after, lips parted in heavy gasps of air.
â . . . you think you would be done honestly, until chris is tapping the side of your hip with two of his fingers. "up, c'mon. gotta help me now" and when you shakily lift yourself up from his lap, you hear the sound of a belt buckle and fabric being slid off skin. chris' hands are looping around your stomach gently to pull you backâordering you gently to close your eyes. "trust me, i got you. you trust me, right?"
â . . . of course you trust chris.. which is why your eyes fall shutâletting the brunette pull you back and sink you down slowly onto his dick. except your eyes fly open the second his tip is nudging into your entrance, a shaky gasp falling from you as your hands grip at his wrists. "chris.. thatâthat hurts, y'know." except he ignores you, clicking his tongue in his mouth and slowly sinking you down further. maybe he should've stretched you out a little more, but god, he was so hard to the point it hurt.
â . . . once chris is fully sheathed inside you, he lets you adjust for as long as you need. he knows he's big, and he knows you've never had sex. you were gulping in big gasps of air like you were dying, even though it was fine... chris' hands rub comfortingly up and down your sides, rolling his eyes at how dramatic you were. "s'kay kid.. stop doin' that," "no, i feel full..."
â . . . when chris was finally able to move without you throwing a fit over how much it hurt or somethingďżź, he's thrusting up gently and cursing under his breath. you've turned around just so you could hide your head in his shoulder if needed, and you doâburying your head into the crook of his neck and letting his hair tickle your skin.
â . . . chris isn't sure how long it's been but when you squeeze around him he knows you're cumming without you having to say it, and he almost busts his own load right then and there. biting down on his lower lip, he urges you off him when he's sure your orgasm had washed over youâshoving your shoulders down to get you on your knees between his legs.
â . . . chris knows you aren't on birth control or anything, so he opts for a quick lesson teaching you how to bob your head up and down his length until he cums over your pretty lil' face. surprisingly, for someone who's never sucked dick before, you were damn good at it. fitting whatever you could in your mouth and then wrapping your hands around whatever else was left, just like chris had told you.
â . . . he isn't the best at aftercare. you guys took a shower and he seemed so awkward, because normally the girl he just banged would be out the door in a few minutes. but you're his best friend, so he just pats the bed and you two watch a movie or something. cuddling always felt too intimate for him, never been one to initiate it or entertain it.
â . . . you don't complain much. sure, it would've been nice. well, it would've been really nice, but you were a little too scared to ask chris to hold you like you guys were dating. were you two dating now? probably not. you've never really seen chris with the same girl for more than three days straight, and he's told you a bunch how he hates labels. huh. so why is that pit of longing still stuck in your chest?
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Pretty Please? đŠâĄđŞ CS
Warnings! Smut!, swearing, oral (f! receiving), oral (m! receiving), use of ma, confident!reader, soft!dom!chris, overstimulation n' whatnot,
Word count. 884
Note. English is not my first language! (honestly more of a warning than a note)
"Wait-" a moan escaped your mouth before you could finish your words.
"Stop squirminâ ma," his voice muffled by your dripping core as he ate you out like a starving man.
Your back arched as you thrashed around, unable to stay still, after all, you had orgasmed who knows how many times now. Every nerve in your body was burning, your skin oversensitized from the sheer amount of back to back climaxes.
"Chris, please," his name a broken whimper on your lips as he still didn't stop despite your trembling body, instead, slowly slipped two long digits in, curling them just right as he sucked hard on your clit.
đŠâĄđŞ
You and Chris had an argument, and no, not a loverâs quarrel; you two werenât exclusive after all.
He had stated once again that you two weren't a thing, much to your distaste. You liked him. It wasnât a secret really, even he knew you liked him like that.
You sulked, as per usual, earning an eye roll and a scoff from Chris. He had made it perfectly clear that he didnât want anything serious, he wasnât ready... yet.
He had always thought you were a pretty girl. Smart and funny to boot, honestly the epitome of a desirable woman. Great personality, nice- no, perfect fucking ass, one of the things he noticed the first time he saw you around campus.
Chris wasnât the relationship type, neither was he a player, sure, he had his fair share of girls every now and then but he was never that crazy about flings.
He couldnât deny it, it was never a secret, he had made it clear to every girl around campus that he wasnât the biggest fan of commitment. Scared was an understatement when it came to relationships for Chris.
He was terrified.
Though you werenât just some random chick he wanted to play fuck and duck with; you were real, you liked him, really liked him. He couldnât deny that fluttering feeling he got when you were around.
You were beautiful and all, that ass though damn, but even with that fluttering feeling he got with you around, he wasnât that into you to consider working on his commitment issues for you.
The playful argument you had with Chris ended up, yet again, with you in bed with him.
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Back to the present, the present where your body bowed off the bed, unable to control your moans.
Your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy, spots dancing behind it, and the noises coming out of your mouth were purely pornographic.
You had orgasmed yet again.
Almost on the verge of passing out is when Chris finally lets go of your clit with a wet pop. The poor nub swollen and oversensitized.
"Damn... youâre a mess..." a low rumble of a chuckle slipped through his pretty pink lips that now glistened with your juices.
His chin dripping with it.
"Think you broke me... dunno if I can... move," you mumbled, your voice barely audible.
"Dramatic much?" Chris chuckled huskily in amusement, his voice hoarse from disuse and desire. He watched as your eyes closed and your body went limp.
"Oh câmon ma, donât go passinâ out on me," he chuckled again as he shook your shoulder gently, causing you to stir.
"mm... Chris... No more." you whined quietly, not like you could speak any louder anyway.
Chris just chuckled again, "whaaat? No more?" he pouted playfully, jutting his bottom lip out dramatically.
"Gee, think you can cut me some slack? been cominâ... how many times now? I canât even remember," he chuckled again, finding your words amusing.
"Can you stop giggling for 5 seconds?" propping yourself on your elbows, as you looked at him with mock annoyance.
Your eyes darted down to his lap, the sheer size of the bulge made you feel that ache between your legs again, despite your words.
Chris seemed to have noticed your gaze. His large hand palmed himself through his loose grey sweatpants.
The pair you loved, and he knew it, that's the reason he wore it in the first place.
"Eyes up sweetheart," he joked, not breaking eye contact with you as he slowly pulled down his sweatpants.
Your eyes widened briefly as his length hit his stomach.
He had gone commando.
"Câmon, donât look at me like that," he chuckled lowly "nâ you think you can help me with this lilâ problem?"
He noticed the hesitation in your eyes so he added quickly, "promise I wonât put it in... know youâre too sensitive right now."
A soft sigh of relief escaped your lips. "Alright, yeah, I might as well return the favor," you murmured chuckling weakly. You slowly sat up, your body still burning with the previous highs, and pushed him gently into a sitting position.
Chris watched intently, through hooded lids, as your head lowered down to his throbbing erection. His hips jerking slightly when you wrapped your plump lips around his sensitive head.
His lips parted as a low moan fell from it, throwing his head back as you took him deeper in your warm, wet mouth.
"mmh... yeah... just... just like that," he encouraged, his fingers tangling in your hair, making a make-shift ponytail, pushing your head further down, making you take more of his length.
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rough ~ sunghoon x reader
ଠâËâš [ ěąí ] â thinking about how sunghoon comes across as the sweet, loving, perfect boyfriend out in public, but an absolute freak in bed. I mean absolutely fucking nasty.
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sunghoon x reader smut
dom hoon and sub reader. daddy kink, size kink, breeding, slight hints at cnc, slapping, choking, manhandling, slapping dacryphilia degrading, praise. hoonie is so mean n ruthless ugh this was just a super quick thought I has so I decided to write something about it, dont expect it to be good, not proof read.
sunghoon being the most perfect, loving boyfriend is such a yes. he takes you out to fancy restraunts, buys you new jewelry whenever you want, getting you sweet treats as frequently as possible. he spoils you completely rotten. of course he would, you're his little girl! he would hold your hand as he leads you through the mall while shopping, his arms holding your bags as you sip on the cute little drinks you like so much. he would lean into your ear and whisper about how cute you looked today, pressing a long, chaste kiss on your cheek, smirking to himself as your face heated up in the prettiest shade of pink.
you would think he was the sweetest person alive an hour ago, but that opinion was ripped out of your head the second he got you alone.
"h-hoonie, slow a-ahngh please!" it took him less than a second after walking in through the front door, throwing your shopping bags to the side before pressing your front up against the nearest wall and hiking your little short skirt up over your ass.
his thrusts are ruthless as he pounds into you from behind, his hips snapping against your plush ass. his hands are holding you up against the wall and your legs dangle in the air. his pants aren't even pulled all the way down as they hug just below his thighs, your pink panties pulled to the side are now completely soaked as he fucks you through your orgasm.
you squirt all over the his dick and the wall in front of you. your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the floor as you thrash in your boyfriends hold, begging him to let you go.
"stay still you fucking brat" you don't listen to him, your legs still kicking out while his long dick kisses your cervix with every thrust.
"da-ddaddyy hurts, s-low please mmmh" he pulls you off the wall with a grunt, lifting you up in the air as he drags you to the couch, throwing you down onto the cushions. you land on your stomach with a soft 'hmph', and before you can turn around, you feel sunghoons hands force you onto your knees; your back arched with your ass in the air.
you go to look back at your boyfriend, but are quickly met with his hand tangling in your hair, forcing you face into the couch roughly. he gives you no time to think before his dick bullies its way back into your puffy cunt, instantly hitting your sweet spot as his balls slap against your swollen clit.
"shut the fuck up and stay down" his words are so mean :( but you feel your aching pussy throb when he speaks to you in such a way
his hips keep up a steady, quick pace as he fucks you. your screams being absorbed into the couch, your muffled cries only fuel him further, landing a harsh smack onto your ass, a bright red handprint being left on your perfect skin.
your walls squeeze him as he slaps you again, and again, and again. your legs begin to thrash around again, your hands coming up to grip the sides of the couch as you scream
"wan' cum, daddy please may I cum please please !-" he hears you, even though you're face is so deep into the cushions of the couch, soaking the material with your drool. it pisses him off. he grabs your pony tails on either side of your head and forces your head up, biting your ear lob harshly before speaking.
"did you not hear me? I said keep your damn mouth shut" he takes his cock out and flips you over on your back. you whine at the emptiness as he lifts your legs into the air, contorting your body so you fold in on yourself, your knees being pressed next to your head as he forces you into a mating press.
you shriek in pain, his dick finding its way inside you once more, bruising your gummy walls. you quiver at your boyfriends roughness, his delicate touch from earlier long gone as you're left with this monster.
your moans light a fire in the pit of sunghoons stomach. tears roll down your rosey cheeks, and sunghoon can't help but coo at you.
"dont cry sweetie, it'll be over soon, let daddy use your pathetic body just a lil more" you choke at his words, clenching around him when he speaks to you. knots form in your tummy, quickly beginning to unravel as fast as they came.
"daddy! cum please! wan' cum n-ngh fff' pl-please!" you're making such a mess, sunghoons assault on your cunt is so sloppy, and the sight of your ponytails becoming tangled and messy makes him throw your legs down.
His hand moves to your throat as he watches the outline of his dick disappear and then reappear with each thrust.
"oh my god, such a pretty little girl, so perfect and tiny. you like it when daddy abuses your tiny hole hmm?" he asks you and you nod, bringing your lower lip inbetween your teeth as you bite down hard enough to draw blood.
sunghoon retraces his hand from your throat and slaps you. your eyes fling open in shock as your lips quiver.
"you answer daddy when he asks you a question, understand slut?"
"yes daddy, I understand! love it when daddy uses my body, feels s' good !" you squeal, arching your back into the man above you, wrapping your arms around his neck, scratching his shoulders through his shirt.
"you wanna take my cum, sweet girl? stuff you so fucking full 'nd breed your tiny little pussy. oh fuck- good fucking god" sunghoons cock twitches, your cunt clamping down on him with insane grip.
"who owns this pussy, doll?" he slaps your clit, your juices leaping into the air, staining sunghoons shirt.
"daddy does !" you yelp, your orgasm approaching fast.
"such a good girl, cum for me baby, let yourself go all over me sweet thing" and so you do, creaming all around sunghoons length as you flutter around him like the pretties butterfly, souring right into sunghoons cage and being locked away from all eyes.
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Heart to Heart
Aemond x Wife Reader
Summary: Aemond spends time with your child so that you can have a much-needed break.
A/N: I'm back with more, Dad!Aemond, because I adore him so much. Aemond deserves someone who will love him as deeply and unconditionally as he loves them, and his baby definitely would. (Also, any dialogue in italics means the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was too lazy to attempt to translate it.) No beta, so I apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes.
âDaenys, please calm down,â you plead as you try to pacify the wailing girl.
Though your words seem to fall on deaf ears, she continues to scream and flail in your arms. You want nothing more than to join in as tears well in your eyes. You were at your wit's end. Nothing seemed to placate your child. Not even the sweets you had tried to bribe her with.Â
The nursemaids had changed her nappy several times. Theyâve tried feeding, bathing, offering toys, and even taking her for a walk in the gardens. Yet none of it worked. They brought her to you as a last resort, hoping she might be missing her mother. Unfortunately, their hopes went unfounded.
Daenys continued to thrash in your arms, and you struggled to keep a grip on her. She was surprisingly strong for someone so small.Â
âShh, itâs alright,â you coo, bouncing the fussy girl in your arms. âAre you tired? Shall we take a nap?â
Your questions only incite her fury. Daenys lets out an ear-splitting screech. You groaned, eyes closing in frustration at the situation.Â
âHow about we give your mother a break, hmm?â
You look up, finding your husband now standing before you. He takes your little girl into his arms, and for the first time in forever, she settles down. She doesnât squirm and try to get away from him, and her wails turn into low whimpers and quiet hiccups. You watch as he handles her with such ease. Aemond pats her back and talks to her in a soothing voice, gently bouncing her in his arms. Daenys rested her head on his shoulder, her tiny fists held tightly onto his coat.
âIâm terrible at this,â you huffed, shame blooming in your chest.Â
âNo, youâre not.â Aemond leaned down, pressing a gentle, reassuring kiss to your head. âIâll take her for a bit. Get some rest.â
You nod, grateful for his help. He waves Daenysâ hand towards you as they leave. You wave back until the pair disappear from your view. You sigh in relief as your body slumps onto the Grecian couch beneath you. You debate whether to continue with your book or take a quick nap.
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Aemond holds Daenys close to his chest as he maneuvers himself off his saddle. Ser Rickard Thorne stands to the side, wearing his freshly polished armor and pristine white cloak. Aemond nods at him, and the white knight quickly takes Aemondâs horse by the reins, leading the horse away.
The dragon lord looked down, watching Daenys as she toyed with the wooden dragon in her hands. He smiled. The familiar warm fuzzy feeling that filled his entire body every time he laid his eyes on her returned. It was hard to believe that something so beautiful and innocent could come from him. But here she was. The two of you had created something- someone so precious.Â
A loud grumble sounded in the air. Aemond lifted his head, observing Vhagar. The giant dragon was hard to miss, even from a great distance.
The overgrown grass and twigs squish and cackle beneath his boots as he walked into the open field where the ancient she-dragon resided. Vhagar had outgrown the dragonpit years before he had even claimed her. Vhagar turned her giant head to the side, watching them as they approached. She shut her eyes again when she realized it was just him.
Daenys let out a delighted squeal when her eyes finally landed on the giant dragon. Aemond struggled to hold her as she excitedly kicked her legs and waved her arms. Aemound cursed under his breath as the wooden dragon toy fell to the ground. Oh well, he would retrieve it later.
âWhat is it, my little dragon?â He asked enthusiastically. âWhat do you see?â
 Daenys clapped her little hands and babbled, âVava!â
âVhagar? Do you see Vhagar?â
She looks up to him and nods her head. Her violet eyes lock onto his, and the two smile at each other. Aemond planted a kiss on the girlâs temple, gaining sweet, girlish giggles in response.
âVery good, my little dragon. It is Vhagar.â
Daenys begins to squirm in his arms and tries to push him away.
âWhat is it? Do you want down?â
Aemond looks down at the grass, checking for any potential dangers. Your little girl grunts and continues to try to push him away.
Aemond huffs, âAlright, alright.â
His lips curve downward into a slight frown. The two of you had been very proud and excited when Daenys started walking. However, Aemond was a little saddened by the fact that his sweet little girl didnât want to be in his arms all the time anymore.
His mother had told him that itâs normal for them to want to be more independent when they start walking. The man understood that, but he still did not like it one bit.
Aemond carefully lowers the little girl to her feet. Her chubby little fingers hold onto his hands as she tries to stabilize herself. When she finally stops wobbling, she lets go. Aemondâs heart races in his chest as he watches her take a small, shaky step forward. His hands immediately reach out to grab her, but he stops himself.
Daenys takes another step; this time, sheâs a bit more stable. She holds her arms out, trying to balance her weight as she trots forward. Aemond follows closely behind. With each step, he felt a twinge of panic in his chest. The man struggled not to swoop her into his arms every time she stumbled.
Thankfully, they made it to Vhagar rather quickly. Vhagar gave a small huff as Daenys small hands smacked against her snout.Â
âGentle,â Aemond warned sternly, well aware of his dragon's short temper.Â
The man kneeled next to her. He took one of Daenys little hands into his own, showing her how to pet Vhagarâs snout carefully. Daenys let out another excited squeal that made Aemond wince.Â
âYes,â he nodded. âItâs very exciting, but we must be quiet.â
Daenys pulled her hand away from his, wanting to try it alone. Vhagar remained still, resting lazily on her chin. Aemond stood back up. He rested his large palm against her warm green scales with a joyous smile. She truly is a sight to behold.
Vhagar was the largest and fiercest dragon in the world. Nothing could stand against her. And yet she decided that he, of all people, was worthy of her. That he deserved the privilege to call himself her rider. No one could question or deny his worth now.
âVava, pay?â
Aemond looked down, watching as his little girl tried to get the dragonâs attention. Her silver curls fell onto her face. The man reached down, pushing the strands of hair behind her ears. He felt a bit sorry for her. Vhagar was nowhere near as active as Daenys' little hatchling, who resided in the dragon pit. She did not flap her wings or let out any shrieks of excitement like Daenysâ hatchling did when they saw each other.
Daenys tugged on his coat. She turned her head up to look at him. Her brows were drawn together, and her bottom lip protruded further than her top lip. The look on her face tugged at his heartstrings.
âPlay? No, Vhagar does not want to play.â
Your little girl does not seem to accept his answer. She turns her attention back to the dragon, gently petting her scales a few more times. Daenys tries calling out to her again, but Vhagar still gives no response. Perhaps this wasnât such a good idea. Aemond initially planned to take her to the dragon pit, but he decided against it. Mostly because he wanted to come out and visit Vhagar. He could seldom go a day without coming to see his winged companion.Â
Suddenly, a loud grumble echoed in Vhagarâs throat. The dragon, finally having enough of the childâs affection, raised her head. Daenys, who was balancing herself on Vhagarâs head, fell back, landing on her bottom with a loud oomph.
âLykirÄŤ, Vhagar. LykirÄŤ,â Aemond commanded as he swiftly took Daenys into his arms.
Vhagar did not move, nor did she make a sound. The ancient dragon merely eyed the two of them. When Aemond felt confident enough that she would not act, he turned his attention to Daenys.
The look on her face is heart-wrenching. Her wide eyes filled with tears, and her trembling lips stretched into a deep frown. Her breath hitched as she tried not to cry. It makes Aemond feel like he wants to cry as well. He pressed a kiss to the childâs temple.
âDonât cry, my little love. Youâll be alright.â He tried to reassure her.
She blinks, and tears fall from her violet eyes. Sad, quiet whimpers escape from her lips. Tears started to well up in Aemondâs eye, his breath quivered, and a lump formed in his throat. He was never one to cry. It made him feel weak and small, something he despised more than anything.Â
But when his little girl was upset like this, he wanted to cry. Sometimes, he still wanted to cry even when she wasnât upset. There were many times when he would just watch her while she played or slept, and then suddenly, he would be hit with a massive wave of emotions. Aemond wondered if Viserys had ever felt that way when he looked at him or any of his siblings.
Vhagar let out a loud huff. A wave of hot air engulfs Aemond and Daenys. Aemond looks up, observing Vhagar carefully. The green dragon lowers her head, gently nudging her snout against the crying girl. Aemond raises his hand to wipe away Daenysâ tears.
âLook, sheâs sorry for making you sad.â
Daenys sniffled and turned to look at Vhagar. The corners of her mouth turned upwards. She giggled as she rested her forehead against Vhagarâs snout. Her little arms did their best to hug the dragonâs giant head.Â
Aemond chuckled lightly, raising his hand to give Vhagar a few rewarding pats. His chest was bursting with pride as he watched his favorite girls interact. The only one who was missing was you.
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Your fear tastes like nectar, thick and sweet, and sacrilegious. Scar gulps down your apprehension in starving strides. Cradling the burn between his teeth, savoring the sensation of the embers coiling and seething inside his veins. You're too perfect, thrashing underneath him, caged and defiant his little lost lamb. trying to flee, begging for freedom like a fever dream high. He licks your iridescent tears with zealous maniacal jubilation. Relishing in the soft warm flesh of your cheek marinated in your woe. He wants to taste them every day, force them from your pretty petrified eyes with scorching kisses and touches that shatter your very bones.
Scar's talons etch jagged filigrees across your body engraving terrors and torments all parodying "I love you". But he can't love, not really, love is too gentle too vain, he needs to consume, to feel the reverberations trapped between your bones. Scar's kisses burn wakes down your spine, slipping between the vertebras. Hollowing out your essence piece by piece, his hunger knows no bonds, refusing to dwindle until he's bled every delicious part of you dry. Until he feels your heart between his teeth.
ËâśËJiyan | ĺżç
You trace his markings, nails gliding gingerly through the jagged crystals of his tacet mark. He kisses the hollow of your palm, basking in the sweet giggle you gift him. You're his precious treasure, a sweet gem imported from the silk roads themselves. He'd do anything to keep you safe binding your soul to his tattered one. Jiyan is the Qingloong that everyone looks up to, the indestructible pillar of Jinzhou. And yet a simple smile from you is all it takes to shatter his illusion of strength.
Between patients, his mother would sometimes grace him with fables about Dragons, not Loong, not the creature their nation worshiped but Dragons monsters from the western nations. She'd tell him How they hoarded exotic treasures from all corners of the world. Growing powerful in the light of other's envy. They did anything to protect their gold coins and pearl necklaces, kill, and maim in the name of obsession. Back then he'd found such creatures disgusting, dubbed it blasphemy to even mention them in the same breath as the deific Loong. Now he thinks he's more dragon than Loong. Hoarding you away keeping you only to himself. Promising to maul any who try to rob him of your sweet kisses and angelic laughter.
đCalcharo | ĺĄĺĄç˝
You come prepackaged with a soft smile and a docile heart. Calcharo thinks it's all from the privilege of having lived a satisfactory life. Cherished, overfed, protected. All the things stripped of him so young. He shouldn't be jealous though, after all, he has the complacency to thank for turning his darling into such an ideal doll. Jejune and helpless, shivering under his cold touch. He harbors you between his thighs, enjoying the way your pearl-kissed dress pools on the floor. An ivory testament to the innocence he so craves. Calcharo's calloused fingers entrap the hollow of your hips pulling you harshly against him, he can't get enough of you. His lips kiss the dip of your neck nose bumping the back of your ear. Enraptured by the floral scent of your perfume.
You tried to run again today, flee when he'd been out escorting a merchant across the desert terrain. His men had caught you, binded you all pretty and left you in his chamber. He flashes you a crooked smile upon entry. Watching as you struggle and glare knowing damn well it won't change a thing. "Really little rabbit? I thought we had ceased playing such foolish games." He grasps your chin pulling you closer, your knees slide across the wooden floor scuffing from the friction. His cold lips trace your own as he whispers degradations laced with romance. Calcharo leans down for the kill, a lethal crushing kiss. Trapping your lips and engulfing your essence. Laughing when you're foolish enough to return the favor. You shiver and moan and it takes every bit of willpower not to devour you right then and there.
âMortefi | čŤçšć
The universe reverberates to a familiar tune when he first sees you. Singing a melody he swears he's heard each night when he lays his wry head to rest. What kind of creature are you? A cacophony of starsongs and golden echoes. He longs to touch you, to permit his flames to traverse your body searing you until you shine with the purity you all so deserve. He loses himself in the melody of your voice, the lost tune of a fading nova. Something too ethereal to be of this crude world.
Mortefi fancies himself a scientist and takes utmost pride in the way his mind curves around a problem. Floating through the riddles seeking answers in the dark. He can fix anything, create anything. And yet you stand before him defiant of his understanding. Mortefi grabs you by the collar, cradling a rogue sun within his palms, kissing its rays trying to grasp comprehension between his teeth and swallow it whole. It doesn't work by the end of the kiss you are still an anomaly and he is still a scientist wearing the heart as some hapless love-struck schoolboy. The need to understand you grows claws tearing at his mind, desperation pierces his throat whenever he catches a mere glimpse of you. He needs to understand, to tear you open and choke your secrets.
ŇăAalto | ç§ć°´
Aalto's fingers weave through your hair, silk traversing through bone and flesh, flowing free in the aero he produces subconsciously. He cradles you delicately in his arms, trying his best to ignore the sour frown etched upon your face. He creates fables, spinning stories out of silk and air trying to win your interest with tales of stray sheep and fallen stars. Of lost treasures on the jade road and little girls with fire flowing through their veins. Your frown doesn't falter.
He kisses you again, and again and again. Trying to pry out adoration and devotion from between your bones. He struggles, whining about detesting and freedom. It sounds so trivial especially when he can give you everything your heart desires. He can't let you go, not when his very essence aches to feel you between his arms. Aalto wonders what stories he must make to erase that blood-curdling frown of yours. What information does he need to lay out your feet for you to grace his lips with your own? A lover's kiss, not whatever this is. I love you he whispers, he doubts you even care.
Let me know what you think. Should I do yandere Jiyan x reader x Yandere Calcharo next? ~đ
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toji is a cat dad. the cat looks so fucking tiny next to him that it's a little comical actually. they spend every morning together â the cat twirls around and between his legs as he's grabbing the food, quietly meowing and purring. toji smiles softly to himself at the little thing's neediness. so cute.
the cat also just loves to follow toji around the apartment. always. he goes to the bathroom? the cat goes to the bathroom. he's cooking in the kitchen? the cat is in the kitchen. he's asleep in the bed? the cat is in the bed. (big man toji stomping around the house with the smallest cat in the world running after him.......... guys i'm melting i'm dying)
ok but he was a little weirded out by the cat's need to be in the bathroom with him lmao. like he's taking a piss and he looks over his shoulder only to find the little kitten just staring up at him with big eyesđđđ toji grumbles under his breath and tries to ignore him but then he ends up looking over his shoulder again, hoping that he left but no. he's still there. sitting like :3 đđđđ
"yer fuckin' weird..." is what toji tells him as he places the cat on the bathroom counter and he just gets a cute meow back as a reply. the cat watches him brush his teeth and toji has to fight the thing because he's now in the sink????? toji needs to spit out the toothpaste but the critter is getting comfortable in the bowl and he actually feels bad abt pushing him away... wahh he's so soft actually guys i can't do this anymore.
if the cat happens to be a big meower, toji's definitely talking back to him. he literally goes "what're ya yappin' about, lil man? đ¤¨đ¤¨" while looking at the tiny creature. but he loves it, he thinks it's so funny. he picks the little guy up and just stares at him up close O.O (plss the cat is literally like the size of his palm i'm dying it's so cute).
he also likes to carry the cat on his shoulder. i think every cat would actually love toji so much, this is also canon here you cannot argue with me. and i think they'd all find him very comforting? and i think they'd love to sleep on him. so whenever he's cooking and the cat paws at his legs, he just picks him up and places him on his shoulder.
he once did that when shiu was over and he was just ????????? like man what are you doing put the damn cat down ????????? and toji just went. "no. he wants to see." with a blank face. to him it's very obvious. c'mon, the cat is so little, he has no idea what's happening up here, ofc he wants to see??????? smh shiu do betterđđđ
oh and this was definitely just a stray cat he took in btw. after a long day at work, he was just walking home with a cig between his lips when he heard the teeeniest tiniest little meow coming from behind the dumpster in an alley. and well... the curiosity got the best of him and he went to check it out aaand lo and behold!!!!!!! itty bitty kitty!!!!
big eyes peering up at him behind a thrash bag, he just knew he couldn't leave the poor thing there. he reached out his hand, letting the kitty smell him and he almost dropped his cig when he actually leaned into his touch immediately!!!! that's his baby now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
he held the cat to his chest as he made his way home and he even stopped by a little corner store to buy him something to eat. the cashier did look at him with a raised brow bc what the fuck this massive man is holding the smallest cat in the world, but toji didn't mind. he didn't care. the cat slept on his back that very same night.
ALSO. thank u @kentophilia for putting this idea in my head ily<33 during the late hours of the day, toji lays in bed while reading his book with his glasses on â the cat stands on his chest with a determined face. he's already purring even though toji hasn't even done anything. he's just soo comforting and the cat just loves him soooo much okay:((((( toji lowers his book to look at the thing before scratching the top of his head and smiling to himself when the cat closes his eyes and purrs even louder.
the cat ends up trying to make biscuits on him and that makes toji yelp lmao. the tiny little claws dig into his warm skin as the he kneads toji like he's a piece of dough. purring and content â toji doesn't have it in him to make him stop either. it's not like it actually hurts, he was just caught off-guard. he didn't get scared by a cat btw, he didn't. in the end, he keeps reading his book with his one hand while petting the creature with the other. this is their routine. they're family!!!!!!!
anyway. he loves his little kitty cat with all his heart and he would literally kill for him:33333
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hey i LOVE your work and ykk ou ur toji is just like⌠UGHHHH
could you do a mean toji who just mocks the reader and makes fun of her while she gets off on him (like idk his thighs or whatever) or when he fucks her? i feel like you would write this very well;)
â¤ď¸ ŕťđ toji mocking your moans while you ride him
warnings. fem! reader, thigh riding & cowgirl, dirty talk, praise, Ĺrgasm denial, breath play, spanking. + thank you sm !! mdni
âweâre quite handsy today, huh,â heâd mumble once his eyes flicker down towards your nude bodyâyou suck in a single breath as heâs got you just barely straddling his lap. with an unsatisfied pout, youâre just here moving up and down against his beefy thighâoh so desperately wishing that you were riding him instead of his stupid, stupid leg. tojiâs amusement only fuels the more you frown and scowl, pawing your hands up his perfectly chiseled thighs before he snickers. âwhatâs the issue? my thigh not enough to satisfy the pretty girl?â
âno..â you immediately say, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders. he could hear the irritation linger on your tone before you bury your face into his neck . . a good waft of his loud cologne scent infiltrating inside your nostrils.
two rugged hands drag down your back, sending you multiple shivers from his touch before he replies in a hoarse tone. âwell, thatâs too damn bad,â and his chortling laugh only makes you throb from how close itâs against your earâfuck. âactually, yâknow what. i feel like beinâ nice today, baby. you want more than my thigh? how âbout ya jusâ ask me nicely.â
âbutââ
âbutânothinâ girl, now speak,â toji utters, feeling your grinding against his thighâgrabbing your chin softly before making you stare him right in the eyes. he slyly grins, a thumb tracing down your dampened lip. âiâll wait.. talk to me nice, girl.â
your eyes avert towards his dick, just laying there on his stomachâso ridiculously lengthy, a mere tannish color coats it - including his leaky tip that stares right back at you.
it looks so good, you wanted him inside so bad that it hurtsâhe could tell too, you found it hard to stay still as you made a cute attempt at rutting against him once more.
âiâ i want you, âtoji,â you claw at his body with doe lit eyes, his swollen baseâso full of unused seed that you desperately yearned for it to be inside of you, filling up your pretty little womb. âwant you s'bad.â
âoh i know you do, babygirl,â he rasps, he canât help but notice the sudden boner that makes his jaw tighten. coarse big hands grip both of your hips before he gawks at you with that same tantalizingly smug grin. âcanât just spoil ya all the time though, talk more for me. i like listeninâ to that needy voice.â
ugh, you start to grow impatient and he only laughs at your sheer annoyed expense.
âplease,â you murmur out in a whiney tone, slowly wrapping your clammy fingers around his length. he doesnât stop you, he lets you touch all over him, aligning yourself with the fat weight of his cock that was just aching to be buried within you. âi wanna ride you so bad, âtoj. need it, need your cum.â
âgirl you donât need . . . shit,â he swallows, a cold sweat breaking onto him.
youâre fucking hotâespecially whenever you just take what you want, toji could have creamed his pants at just your voice and your voice alone.
you had him so hard, he sucks his teeth in total exasperation before he feels you slowly start to sink him down. âfuck, yâer such a little brat,â he mutters, feeling the warmth of your walls swallow him whole. it was a moist feeling, you were already a bit soakedâpurely from riding his thigh for how many minutes, you werenât even sure anymore, nor did you even relatively care. âride me then, do yâer fuckinâ worst then.â
âshut up and i will.â you snap back.
he rolls his eyes, feeling your ass thrash against his lap and it makes him squeeze the plush mounds of your rear.
âeh, i really donât like that mouth,â and he spanks you harder, this time it stings and you moanâheâs so thick that your stomach starts to seize once you feel him gradually reach into the depths of your pussy. âwhen you ride me, there shouldnât be any back talk, girl,â and he grabs your chin for the nth time, pressing a sweltering wet kiss right onto your glossed lips. â. . . are we clear or do i gotta let this pussy know what goes âround here.â
âŚso cocky,
you gnaw at your lipâfighting back the urge to roll your own eyes backwards before you thrust against him harder.
itâs relentless, the brutal skin-to-skin contact makes a raw moan harshly yank from the back of your throat as your hands continue to claw on his chest.
his bare chest that was already glistening with droplets of sweat. he was so toned, his pecsâhis nipples that were swollen and a sheeny pink color, you even attempt to lean in to lap your tongue against his nipple but he lightly shoves you back.
âleave those alone, slut,â and you conceal back a laughâby 'those', he was most likely referring to his tits broad pecs. âride me, ân hurry up. âm gonna fall asleep at this rate.â
toji never knew how to simply shut the fuck up, such a talkative manâwhispering filthy sweet nothings into your ear as youâre taking every thick inch of his cock. he stretches you out so good that youâre already whimpering, eyes goggling profusely at the way his angry tip just thwacks and thwacks against your g-spot. âs-shiiit, toji,â youâd curse out in a sharp breath, continuing to drag your hips further against him at such a pace.
in and out, in and out, youâre rotating your waist a bit before he grunts lowly, head throwing back and he smacks your ass yet again, and again, and again. âfuck yeah, ride me jusâ like that. such a good girl, takinâ this dick like the good girl you are, mhm.â
âtâtojiiiii,â youâd mewl out right against the flapping shell of his ear. your cunt felt so stuffed, a straining exhale snatches from your lungs before you whimper once his base kisses against your ass. his base was so full, you only imagined how much build up cum was stored in there just for you.
âtâtojiiiiiii,â he mimics your tone as you mash against him, the sofa he sits on sinking down a bit from both weights combined. you pout once he starts mocking you, a gruff laugh dies from his throat before he squeezes your right ass cheek. âfeels good, yeah? keep moaninâ for me like that.â
âshut up, s-shut uppp,â you moan, burying your face into his neck. doing so, you get a concise whiff of his cheap cologne and it smells so good. youâre a mess, spasming as your stomach continues to seize before he grabs both of your hips so that you could slam down onto him even harder. âclose, toji. âm really close, fuck.â
he groans, feeling the hefty weight of his balls smack against your skin each time you move up, then down, then up . . . all over again. tojiâs a big guy, it was no secret. the way your pussy constricts around his length, paving way for more movement . . . simply hypnotizing.
âyeahhh,â he snarls, strong hands still attached to your ass. green irises of his dilate, his eyes turn hooded for a second as he glances back at you. an entire mess, tongue all lolled out and youâre feeling it steadily about to approach. âlook so fuckinâ dumb,â he points out with a subtle head shake, grabbing your chin again. âmy dumb baby,â he corrects himself and your pout softens.
heâs so fucking bigâ youâll point this out a million times if you have to, the stretch was so immaculate.
toji groans, pressing another saturated kiss onto your lips and you taste a brief mixture of his saliva and alcoholâpresumably rum, you lean into his touch before feeling his big hands snake near your neglected tits. his growing stubble tickles against your face as you quicken your pace. so good, so fucking good.
all you can think about is that youâre getting off, youâre about to finishâ gush out so much, you feel a familiar pit in your stomach arise. he feels you starting to shake and twitch, itâs cute.
â. . easy, now,â he teases, finding it adorable how whenever your orgasm approachesâyouâd be an entire mess, pussy convulsing all on his cock as if it was the first time you ever took him. âoh my just look at that pout,â he points out, reaching towards your chin before bringing you all up close towards his face. not to mention, tojiâs so pretty up closeâten times more intimidating with his low hazy eyes and wide sleazy smile. âsuch a baby. want me to talk ya through it?â
âpâplease,â you whine, barely even giving him a chance to finish his seductive sentence.
with a playful eyebrow furrow, he makes you grind against him even harder. the sofa creaks and you squeak out a whimper, feeling yourself about to make such a mess. âplease, please,â he copies your tone again, and itâs so embarrassing. toji purposely pitches his tone to sound like you and he snickers at the growing glare on your face. âplease what, babygirl?â
with an irritated grumble, your flimsy arms still thrown over him, you moan out a desperate, âplease let me c-cum. toji, i want it sâbad, pleaseplease let me be a messy girl.â
â. . . ahhhh,â he parts his lips, and heâs oh so dramatic, flickering his eyes towards the ceiling as if heâs deep in thought. âlet me think about it.â
you didnât know how much you could take, youâre sopping wet and his raspy deep voice that was right up against your earlobe doesnât make things any better.
jagged breaths rip out from your esophagus as your shaky limbs could barely keep themselves up. he cackles, feeling your soft quavering lips kiss near his face, brushing against the scar that runs near the right lower part of his lip. it twitches as a response from your touch, how cute..
âhurry the fuck up then, lay it all on me,â he finally grunts, witnessing the way your dilated irises light up at his sudden permissionâ you whimper out, finally coming undone and itâs like a rough wave that crashes over you. the calm before the storm, once it comes, youâre left pulsating with his thick dick still buried inside of your cunt. you hug him tight with your walls like a vice, never wanting to let go. âyou make such the silliest noises, girl.â
âsâ shut up,â you moan, the under parts of your thighs aching heavily as youâre still in the midst of your teeth-shattering release. it feels so good, your maw drops and the contracts inside of your pussy only duplicates. itâs mouth watering, you grind against him just slightly and he spanks your ass, head going back. âi- i love you, toji.â
âi love me too,â he jibes with a cocky grin, sweat beads racing down the sides of his brow. you shoot him a glare and he rolls his eyes for the nth time. â. . kidding,â and he plants a kiss near your forehead, rough hand still attached to your right ass cheek like velcro. âi love you too, sweetheart.â
youâre still panting, but heâs clearly not done talkingâ itâs toji, figures.
ânow bend the fuck over,â he grouses, eyes gazing towards your assâ a tongue goes against his lips like he was preparing for an appetizing meal. âiâm not finished. we gotta work on that lazy arch of yours, girl.â
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Iâm not quite sure if this is too explicit so if it is please feel free to decline, but I was wondering if you could do a poly!marauders x reader who has a past with sexual assault so is kind of iffy and stand offish about sexual inter course? Again, all good if you canât because it is a touchy subject ! I hope youâre having a lovely day/night !! (p.s. I love your writing so much :3)
Thank you gorgeous, love you <3
cw: trauma response, mention of past sexual assault
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Sometimes you can feel left out. Of the easy way the boys touch each other, the knowingness they have of the otherâs bodies, the in-jokes about intimate aspects of their relationship that arenât secret from you but youâre not a part of. And you know in your bones, in that thrumming, impossible-to-ignore beat inside your ribcage, that youâre not ready to be a part of them, but it still hurts to have something about your boys thatâs separate from you. Some part of them you canât access, and itâs only because you wonât allow them access to you in return.Â
And sometimes, like now, things go astonishingly well. Sometimes you can let them touch you while feeling nothing but the pleasant warmth of love and lust brewing like a potion in your core. Sometimes you can let yourself tug Sirius closer as he kisses you, can swallow the soft sounds he makes into your mouth without your mind taking you anywhere other than this bed, this boy.Â
Sometimes you can get so lost in them it feels like the fear canât find you.Â
âOkay?â Sirius breathes, setting a tentative hand on the small of your back. He tastes like coca cola, and his lips are a manifestation of every soft and earnest part of him he never shows. âThis okay, sweetness?âÂ
You nod fervently, trying very hard not to think as you tunnel your fingers into the featherdown silkiness of the hair behind his ear.Â
âYeah?â Youâre growing quite sick of all his talking, persistent in your kisses even when Sirius breaks them. His mouth curves against yours, sensing this, and his hand settles more comfortably into the curve of your spine. âAlright, youâre in charge. Just let me know if anythingâs too much.âÂ
You make a muffled sound of acknowledgement. Truly, logically, you feel safe with Sirius, the same as you would with Remus or James. It was his idea that you be on top, after Remus figured out that you feel most comfortable when you donât feel trapped, after James was the one to initiate the conversation on how they can make you feel good while respecting your (admittedly, nebulous and often fickle) boundaries. You havenât worked up the courage to do anything beyond kissing, and none of them have pushed you. Really, youâve been the one doing the pushing, wanting more and more from the kissing until itâs turned into this, you and Sirius hiding from dishwashing duty with you on top of him and sucking his face like a dementor.
You grind your hips down into his, and Siriusâ chuckle rumbles through the both of you as he grabs a greedy handful of your ass.Â
Your breath stills in your lungs.Â
You still completely, actually, every inch of you rigid, from your bum under Siriusâ hand to your eyes, stuck closed tight. The only part of you that seems to get that youâre still alive is your heart, thrashing wildly inside the bars of your ribcage like it wants to escape when you canât.Â
âShit.â Siriusâ hand flees upward, skimming up your back to safer territory below your shoulder blades. âShit, sorry, baby. You okay?âÂ
You want to tell him yes, in every physical, objective, important way youâre just fine. But your breath is frozen solid somewhere between your throat and your lungs and it wonât let you speak.Â
âSweetheart.â Sirius is starting to sound desperate, though heâs clearly trying to stay calm for your sake. He sets gentle hands at your waist, sitting you up while he eases out from under you. You expect youâll move like a statue, but your arms move of their own mind once freed, wrapping tight around your middle. âYouâre okay, baby, youâre safe. Iâm so sorry, I wasâI should have asked. I moved too fast, I didnât mean to scare you. Can you talk to me, please?âÂ
âSorry,â you manage. Something comes loose inside you. The air comes back to your lungs, you pull your legs up onto the bed, and laughter unspools from inside you like wire long coiled tight.Â
Sirius doesnât smile. âDonât be sorry,â he says. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have touched you like that. Are you okay?â
Itâs now that James and Remus decide to come and see what youâre up to. At the sound of Siriusâ panic-tight voice, their footsteps hasten down the hallway. James taps on the doorframe and you turn to him so fast your neck clicks. His face is melded by a soft worry.Â
âEverything alright?â he asks.Â
You nod, but Sirius must signal something different from your other side, because James and Remus advance towards the bed the way one might approach a feral kitten.Â
âAre you okay?â Sirius asks again, voice cracking now that the other two are here.Â
âHey, itâs alright, love,â Remus says gently. âMaybe stop touching her for a bit.â You hadnât even noticed Siriusâ hand gripping your leg, but its removal feels like youâve lost a thousand pounds. You fight back a shiver. âSheâs okay. Arenât you, darling?âÂ
To hear worry in even Remusâ voice is significant. You try to make yours even to counter it. âYeah,â you agree. âYeah, sorry, Iâm fine.âÂ
âYou donât need to be sorry,â James promises, crouching in front of you and Sirius. Youâve nowhere to hide from his melty-soft gaze. âWhat happened?âÂ
âI went too far.â Siriusâ voice sounds like it hurts, scraping its way out of him. Your heart throbs in response.Â
You shake your head, insistent and perhaps a touch too fast. âNo, it wasnât your fault. I wasâIâI escalated things, and then it justââ
âTake a deep breath,â Remus instructs.Â
âIâm fine,â you say again.Â
âPlease, sweetheart. Just try.âÂ
You do, for his sake, pushing air in and out of your lungs like youâre trying to inflate a balloon. They wonât get as full as you want them too, but itâs not until you try that your body seems to catch up to whatâs been happening. You start trembling all over.Â
âShit.â Your voice thickens, tears threatening. âSorry, this is so stupid.âÂ
âItâs not,â James says. âCan I...can I hold your hand, or are you not ready for that yet?âÂ
âPlease,â you squeak out.Â
He grasps your hand, and you squeeze tightly, breathing until the tears donât press at your eyes so insistently. You hate that the ugly thing of your past is touching something this good. That itâs hurting people who arenât you, like itâs a virus you caught and now youâre spreading it.
âItâs really not your fault,â you tell Sirius, turning to him. âI thought I could handle it.âÂ
âI shouldnât have moved without checking,â he replies in a similar tone. âIâm so sorry, sweetness. I never want to scare you like that.âÂ
You shake your head. âYou donât.âÂ
A dense silence lapses, not uncomfortable but full of things unsaid. Jamesâ hand is warm in yours.Â
âHug?â you ask Sirius.Â
He looks surprised. âAre you sure?âÂ
You nod, extricating your hand from Jamesâ to wrap your arms around his middle. Sirius is tentative at first, palms placed lightly on the high and low points of your back, but when you hold him tighter he reciprocates. You hear Remus whisper something to James. Siriusâ fingers press into your back, the tip of his nose cold where it squishes into your neck.Â
Sometimes, they make you feel completely safe.Â
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⸺ midnight serenity
⌠sylus x reader contents: fluff, sylus being playfully mean wc: 979 notes: i said i wasnt gonna write bcs im on vacation, but i was having Sylus Thoughts while at the pool today. maybe trying something new w my writing format..? enjoy anyway! i love soft, playful sylus!!!
the bustling of the city is quiet at one of the many penthouses owned by sylus scattered throughout the n109. being the peak of one of the higher buildings, thereâs nothing to focus on but the dark, night sky above, the quiet sounds of rippling of water around you, and the warm, bare chest pressing against your back.
âyouâre the one who wanted to swim.â sylus remarks slyly, smirking as he tugs you through the water, wading away from the stairs. much like his other penthouses, this one too has a private pool. long and rectangular with stairs leading down one end. before the stairs is a large canopy with lounge chairs inside, a pair of towels set aside for them afterwards.
âi do, just on the shallow side!â you protest, laughing and splashing up water as you try to squirm out of the hold of his muscular arms around your bare waist. sylus slowly walks you both over to the deeper side of the pool, the far end going as deep as six feet.
âoh miss hunter, you canât swim? youâd think linkon cityâs finest hunters would have basic survival skills.â sylus says, smirking when your kicking and thrashing quickly turns into your hands desperately grabbing onto his shoulders as your feet lift off the bottom of the pool.
âsy!â you squeal, practically crawling up onto his bare frame. your legs wrap high around his torso as you pull yourself up to his broad shoulders, half your body out of the water. you can barely feel it when the cool night air hits your wet, dripping skin.
âdo you have no trust in me?â sylus asks, feigning offense as he readjusts to carry you in one arm, holding you to his bare chest to calm your squirming, still wading deeper in.
âyou know thatâs not what iâŚâ you frown down at him knowing he adores teasing you over the smallest things.
âdonât like the water? youâre just like a kitten, kitten.â sylus snorts at his own words, finding it even more amusing when you smack his shoulder.
âi justâŚlike to feel the bottom of the pool when i swim, okay?â
âyou wound me, sweetie.â sulus looks up, a fake pout plastered over his smug face. âdo you really think iâll drop you?â
before you could speak, sylus suddenly jerks his arm down. you squeal, arms frantically wrapping tightly around his strong neck as he pretends to drop you. he knew he was being a little mean, but he couldnât help the way he loved seeing you seek him for comfort and aid. he knew you werenât helpless, of course, just⌠too adorable for him to resist.
âsylus!â your cute squeal and laughter fills his chest with warmth.
âalright, alright, such a fussy little thing.â sylus chuckles deeply, imagining you hissing at him like a kitty. anymore teasing and youâd be getting out of the pool in record rime. with two firm hands, he guides you down, letting you rest your thighs around his hips as he holds you securely to him. âthere, howâs this?â
âyouâre mean.â you grumble at him, winding down as you drape your arms over his shoulders.
âjust testing those hunter reflexes⌠though it seems clinging to me like a scared kitten doesnât exactly fit into the neither the flight or fight category.â sylus hums, as if truly pondering the nature of her actions. either way, he wasnât complaining at all, the feeling your warm, wet skin on his and the way you clung onto him had his blood rushing hot in his body.
you roll your eyes, ignoring the obvious warmth rising to your face, âdo you want me to drown?â
âyouâre fine, sweetie.â sylus snorted, knowing you were somewhat still grumpy at him for messing around. âiâve got you, donât i?â sylus quirks an eyebrow at you, his hands squeezing your hips beneath the water to emphasize his point.
and it did. the thick trunk of his body firmly nestled in between your legs while he easily held you steady against him. you have always been safe and you knew that one way or another. thereâs nowhere you were safer than in his arms, because no matter how he teased you, he would always be looking out for you.
ââŚyou do.â you admit quietly.
âstill mad at me?â sylus pulls his hand up to gently brush away the small droplets of water on your cheek with his thumb. a few strands of his damp, silver hair fall over his forehead, the rest pushed back over the crown of his head. his low, ruby eyes soak you in, from the sheen of your wet skin to the twinkle of water droplets on your eyelashes. the water ripples quietly around your bodies.
when you silently shake your head after a moment of shyness, sylus grins smugly and slides his wet fingers in to cradle your jaw before bringing you close. he slot his lips against yours slowly, languidly slipping and pressing. your hands feel up, threading back his wet hair before sliding down the back of his head and his nape, to rest against his warm, firm chest. your touch had his heart thumping against his ribcage, full of warmth and tenderness for you.
âiâll make you make up for being mean to me later.â you mumble a little breathlessly as you pull back, feigning nonchalance as your eyes sparkle up at him, lips tingling from the kiss.
âmm, just as soon as you can feel the bottom of the pool, yes?â sylus snorts, before quickly being met with a swift splash of water to the face. when his fingers glide over your sensitive sides, tickling you, the shine in your eyes and the warmth of your laugher makes him forget about every star in the sky above and the chill of the night breeze.
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