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38 for mister stinky boâŠâŠi am not on my hands and knees donât even worry abt it
38. if you do what you're told, you'll get a reward.
afab!fem!reader x bo sinclair (kinda lmao) word count: 542 You get the upper hand on Mr. Fake Mechanic. Warnings for: suggestive content, non-consensual bondage (Bo receiving for a change), and canon-typical violence. Left open-ended if you're gonna kill him or fuck him. Maybe both! You decide! LMAO
âYouâre screwed.â Bo states plainly. âSo fuckinâ screwed.â
âI wouldnât be threatening me if I were you.â You reply. âDonât you remember what I said? If you do what youâre told, youâll get a reward.â
Sweat shines on his skin, plastering his hair to his forehead. If the knot at the back of his head isnât already pulsing with pain, youâre sure itâs only a matter of time until it does. Youâd gotten him pretty damn good. God, you could've killed him.
âCanât get something for nothing, right?â You murmur.
Itâs strange. You feel as if youâre running on some unstoppable internal motor. Bo's keys are on the counter, and he should be dead right now, but he isnât. Heâs very much alive, bloodying his wrists as he tugs on the straps of the chair.
âLord knows where youâve been keepinâ all this fire, huh?â Jutting his chin forward defiantly, he levels a cold smile at you. âYou been holdinâ out on me, girl?â
You remember reading a news story once about a group of tigers that escaped a roadside zoo. They'd gone running free, darting through traffic, clamoring into suburban yards. They'd died clawing against white picket fences, pumped full of lead. That was the answer, when you got too wild. When you were past rehabilitation.
You only hit him once so you could see him pretty like this. Alive, one last time. You wonder, looking at him, if this was what it felt to look down the barrel of the gun.
âSurprise.â You say dryly, matching his stare with one of your own.
âYou think youâre real hot shit, donâtcha?â He grunts. âWonât be actinâ so fuckin' smug when I get out of this. Trust me."
âThatâs if you get out.â You counter briskly. âDonât really see that happening.â
âWanna bet on it, girl?â He spits out, his upper lip pulling up into a sneer.
You smooth out the wrinkles in your skirt. Itâs one of the prettiest things youâve managed to amass in your time in Ambrose. That isnât really saying muchâbut that's just how it is in this town. Itâs the little things that matter here.
You scrape out what you can, and you turn it into something you can use. Heâd agree with you on that, youâre sure. Using has always been an important part of this relationship. Itâs nice to keep the tradition going, even if you had to mix it up this time. After all, his blood looks better on this dress than yours ever could.
âSure. Letâs.â Grabbing a roll of duct table off the shelf, you brandish it in front of him. âI bet youâll make real pretty noises with this over your mouth.â
if u wanna help me shake my EONS-long writer's block........pls feel free to send me a prompt + a character!! it'll probably be p crap bc I'm RUSTY. but I'll write u a lil smthn smthn lol
#writer's block begone: bitesize fic edition#bo sinclair x reader#<-KINDA hdfjhfdjshdsfj lmao#luv u brook jsdfhjfdshjdfshj sorry this is unhinged#I just was like. I gotta tie him up & bully him#he gets too much fictional pussy. gotta bonk him in the head like I'm playin whack-a-mole from time-to-time
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currently setting up scenes/plot points in notion for the big bro au fic....struggling with the plot structure and what i want to happen next WHILE incorporating all the ideas i have AND making it have lots of twists and turns and fucked up stuff that makes it super engaging. why is writing so hard
#i know its small but its just a board/gallery that has all the scenes what 'block' of the act it happens in and what the category is#so like. intro. inciting incident. stuff like that#i have two more boards for act 2 and act 3#im just filling it out based on a google doc i typed up to better organize things and see what plot holes i can fill in#idk!!! i want this au fic to be really good. like almost a small novel. its gonna be awesome (its going to kinda suck cause im not a writer#(but im putting my whole pussy into this anyways)#life with seag#ego posting
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Unpopular opinion, mostly a joke: if Crozier just bit the bullet and fucked the rat man, there's a 50/50 chance that the result would either be fixing everything and thus sating Hickey's desperate need for approval, or making everything unfathomably, cataclysmically, world-endingly worse. And it IS 50/50. A coin toss.
strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree
Look. Iâve been around the horn. Iâve seen some fics. Being a violent Crozier enjoyer and deeply concerned about the mental state that could provoke such a decision in him, I canât condone. And tbh I remain fully convinced that hickeyâs little puppy sickness canât be fucked out even by the daddiest of daddies (which by my own unpopular opinion crozier isnât quite that. Heâs had his moments sure but thatâs not the whole of him and honestly I think heâd puke if anyone ever called him that). But I think the souls who explore that in fic are very brave and I wish much prozac upon them in their future.
#at the same time I canât talk bc Iâve had a post in my draft for weeks#saying thereâs serious untapped trans crozier/hickey potential#but thatâs a knock on the door and the devil will answer situation and I do not wish to be responsible for that#see this is my problem I fall into fucked up fic holes and then ask why am I depressed like???#girl I just wanna get back to lady terror and francis being besotted with each other in the middle of a survival situation#which by the way Iâm happy to anounce that hickey has what I like to call pussy envy in regards to her. never let it be said that I donât#cover all my theoretical bases even in my silly little self insert scenarios#ugh. i need an advil and a nap#maybe a good cry as well. itâs been a day#ask games#now lets see how many people block me from this one
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you characterized nana so well im cryingâŠ. i feel like a lot of fics turn him into a playboy frat guy but you wrote sweet sweet nanaâŠ.. thank youâŠ.
this is such a sweet compliment im gonna cry AAAA yes i do feel like he's characterized like a playboy frat guy a lot but realistically we all know he's the sweetest đđ i really felt like he was kinda true to his personality in this fic hhh so thank you for reading and enjoying !!
#my most fav fic ever has jaem characterized so well#hes a fuck boy frat guy but he is also so sweet i cry every time i think abt him#luvdsc this is what u did to me w pussy blocked i think abt that fic every week it changed me as a person#đask#anon đ±#feedback !!#fic: take the stairs
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( P*SSY GOT ) PâWER !?
bad â summary. converting a loser into a munch wasnât on your yearly bingo card ( or was it ? )
content â
warnings. explicit content. mdni. foul language. situationship!gojo. college au. cunningulus. frĆtting. premature ejaculÄtion. fÄ«ngering. eventual smut. gojo pines for like 99% of the fic. he also studies in pornology. reader is kinda bratty. mention of death lightheartedly. a lot of italicized words. lowkey gojo centric? 6.4k words (bye).
renaâs â note. SATORENA COMEBACK ⊠sorta (ă»ă»?)
âgimme a kiss.â
your face scrunches before the words can express your distaste. with your hand on the handle of his carâs door, your fingers tighten around the metal bar, half tempted to leave the man at your leftâ rosy lips puckered into an obnoxious smooch.
his eyelids are shut tight as his brows furrow to the centre of his forehead, face leaned in. you chuckle at his theatrics, lifting your free hand to press your digits at his pucker. his eyelids open as his brows now loosen, âgojo, bye.â
you feel his hands wrap around your wrist, gently lifting your hand off his mouth, though your fingers hover over his lips still, âgirl.â he tilts his head to the side, emitting an aura of sass youâve yet to understand, âitâs satoru to youâ i canât even have a little one? havenât i been good all day?â
you click your tongue, âyou been runninâ your mouth all day long actually,â and before your mind can even process your following words, you focus on the way his plump lips fall into another one of his childish pouts. cute. however he chooses to take your invitation is all up to him. your eyes dart to the rosy flesh as you hum, âmhm, if only you ate pussy as good as you talk shit.â
you feel the hold on your wrist drop, as his frown switches to a blank stare. you cock a brow, watching as the hand his steering wheel tightens.
he gulps, eyes narrowing before glancing over to the leather wheel, âi, uh, donât eat pussy.â
oh. . . oh.
the slam of the car door speaks the rest for you.
âwoahâ hey!â gojo yells after you, though your figure seems to get smaller with the steps you take. in your hold is your purse, bouquet of flowers heâd bought earlier and house keys. âbaby, hold onâ this damn window,â he cusses, removing the barrier between you and him angrily. you hadnât even hesitated to exit the car, as if heâd said the worldâs most vile comment.
youâre not listening, and for some reason gojo feels his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. what the fuck had he said that made you all upset with him?
he watches helplessly as you insert your key into the hole. the chiming sounds of your keys serve as a reminder that he was definitely in trouble. that and he wasnât getting his damn goodbye kiss.
he sighs instead, albeit defeatedly. âam i at least gonna see you soon?â
the front door opens and you look back over your shoulder, and godâ he really thought he had it. his lips threaten to pull into a smile, ready for your little mood to be over with.
you grin and as does he. you even give him a cute wave, thank fuck, âhave yourself a nice life, baby.â
and the front door closes. damn.
â â
âyou said what?!â
gojo groans into the phone, sprawling himself on his king sized mattress that suddenly feels way to big for him alone. where were you when he needed you? oh thatâs right, âshe ghosted me! iâm blocked on all socialsâ can you believe that?â
he tried reaching out to you through texts to make sure you were feeling okay, but the shade of green told him everything he needed to knowâ especially as an apple user. he then proceeded to go through your social media, to double check his suspicions and there it was, user not found.
âuh, duh?â geto is as judgemental as ever, and gojo doesnât try to suppress the roll of his eyes. âbro, you just told the girl youâre talkinâ to that you donât give head. the fuck dâyou think was gonna happen?â
âitâs not even a big deal!â he argues because his pride in on the line, and he ignores the groan geto gives him across the phone. rude. his fingers pinch at the top of his nose bridge, âwas it really necessary to block me? literally just tell me to kill myself at this point.â
âpretty sure thatâs what she blocked you for.â geto snickers, and gojo realizes heâs lucky they arenât in person because he would have blocked him. instead he whines, pressing the speaker button before stuffing his face in his pillow. heâs probably insane but he swears thereâs a hint of your scent there, and now heâs whining louder.
âquit bitchinâ. you brought this upon yourself,â and out of spite, gojo whines louder. if his legs kick against his mattress childishly, itâs nobodyâs business but his own. the love of his life just walked out of his lifeâ give him a break. âand dude, no shade but do you really not eat pussy? are you gay or somethinâ?â
âi am notââ he cuts himself off once the sound of his own voice echoes loudly in his lonely room. geto winces and gojo bites down on his tongue before sighing. âiâm not gay. i love women only. seriously. how does not eating pussy make me gay?â
the line goes quiet, and gojo can tell getoâs making that face he makes whenever heâs finding the right words to say without offending gojo. it ticks him off. âalright, lemme counter that question with one of my own. why donât you eat pussy?â
gojo pauses. he tightens his fingers around his pillow as the question ponders. he thinks about having received head in the back of his car once, the other time in the bathroom of some frat party, and another in some girlâs bedroom. from all memories, he draws a similar conclusionâ they always come onto him first.
âi dunno.â his lips fall into a pout, tracing patterns into his pillowcase with his index. âthey never really ask, so i never bothered. that canât be weird, right? all of my hookups have consisted of them pulling my pants down. why would i refuse? i get my nut and thatâs that.â
and because geto is genuinely never on his side, âsatoru . . . eugh.â some kind of best friend is he.
âwhat?!â he hisses in retaliation, glaring at his phone as if it would solve his issues. thereâs nothing he hates more than feeling judged. âyou fucking asked!â
âcalm the fuck down,â he hears geto rolling his eyes. the white haired man huffs, the blow of air pushing his bangs up before they fall back down. okay, maybe he should calm down. whatever. âso essentially what youâre saying is youâve never been put in a position where you could eat pussy?â
something like that, âsure.â gojo nods, and he doesnât understand why geto sighs.
âwhy do i even bother?â though the answer is clear, heâs pretty sure geto was talking to himself. gojo clicks his tongue, ready to bark back but geto beats him to it. âso tell her just thatâ itâs not that you wonât give head, itâs just that you havenât given head. which still blows me, but whatever.â
âhow? remember she blocked me on everything?â the thought makes gojo whine again, throwing his limbs all over his bed. he hits his phone, then opts to grab it. âis that not entitlement? i have to bend my back all over the damn place just to get her to talk to me again?â
âsatoru, youâve literally done the same thing. donât act like youâre above it,â geto chuckles and gojo hears shuffling in the background. the ravenette sighs in relief, and he assumes heâs now in his own bed. âbesides, you fuckinâ love women who give you challenges.â
and fuck, heâs really not wrong. âyeahhh, you know me so well.â he wipes a fake tear from his eye. he rolls over onto his back, âwelp, iâm gonna log into your insta to stalk her account. i miss her so much iâm literally gonna die.â
âsatoru.â geto warns him, but gojo is quicker than that. heâs already typing your name into the search bar, username memorized as if it were his cellphone number.âi swear to god if you accidentally like her shitââ
âthanks bestie, love ya lots!â and he hangs up the phone. and with a shit eating grin, he giggles, âtime to start lurking.â
â â
so itâs been months (read: four days) since he last seen you. heâs thankful youâre at least in two of his courses, so he has some sort of opportunity to reach you. heâd spent the last months (hours) stalking your page, viewing your stories to see if thereâd been any indicator that you missed him as badly as he missed you.
and all heâs gotten so far is that you spent friday out to dinner (with him) (it was just a mirror pic of your outfit but an outfit you wore on a date with him) (you love him so bad), you had a girlsâ night on saturday with shoko and utahime (he barely registered they were in the selfie) and sunday was a study sesh you had at the cafe across the college. he had to screenshot and zoom in to ensure there were no signs of living souls in the same booth as you.
he was still in the clear. whew.
and so monday morning falls, and heâs actually rushing to get to class for once (late but as expected). the one of two classes he shares with you. he hopes heâll find you sitting in your habitual seat, not too far up close yet not too far back, and he might pull the fire alarm if he spots anybody next to you.
heâs a man on a missionâ heâs going to talk to you today. he needs to be back in your good graces. there were many things he wanted to yap to you about, many places he thought of taking you over the weekend, many moments he wanted your soft lips back on his and your gentle hand back in his own.
he misses you, damn it.
there you sit, in all your glory, shining so bright in the middle of this depressing ass psychology course in the early hours of the butt fuck morning. he sees you twirling your pen in between your fingers, your cheek leaned into the palm of your handâ and nobody by your side.
if he rushes and trips over his feet momentarily to get to you in time, itâs nobodyâs business but his own (and the girl whoâs backpack laid useless on the floor. hazard much.)
he so much as plops into the seat as he does actually sit in it, and he watches as you jerk in surprise. though, the look of surprise is quickly replaced by aloofness. you feel differentâ not entirely closed off but not as welcoming as you usually are. youâre probably still done with him.
well itâs too damn bad heâs not done with you, âgood morning, princess.â
you blink at him, before nodding your head curtly. âmorning, gojo.â and you turn your focus back onto the professor. just like that, you shut down another conversation.
he doesnât like that, and so he pokes at your side and chews at his strawberry gum. âyou blocked me on everything.â
âi did.â you answer shortly, though your eyes never leave the professor. he cannot be that interesting, who actually gives a fuck about cognitive dissonance?
âseen this new bakery shop down the street.â he tries again. âwanted to take you but that was impossible because somebody blocked me.â
âi mean, you know where i live.â you shrug, writing whatever the fuck the professor had mentioned in your notebook. wait, what? you turn your head to see him gaping at you in confusion, and you smirk at his silence.
âcat got your tongue?â you quip, amused by his stillness. your eyes sparkle mischievously, though your smile isnât entirely full. donât tell him, youâve beenâ âtoo bad itâs not mine, though.â
ohhh, you cheeky brat.
âso. . . you were never really mad at me?â gojo blinks, his mind running miles a second. nothing was adding up, he was positively certain you were cutting ties with him. âthis whole time. you werenât mad about the pussy eating comment?â
âdonât get it twisted,â you raise a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. you lift a finger in the air before pointing at him, âyou,â and then pointing at yourself âand i are done. we can still be cool but iâm not wasting my time with no bitchârespectfully.â
âso you are mad?â he asks again, disregarding the bitch comment. he knows what heâs supposed to sayâ to clarify the situation, to make it known that itâs not like heâs repulsed by the idea of giving headâ but you make it so hard to stay on track when youâre acting defiant.
suguru was rightâ he does love a challenge.
âmad?â you giggle, and gojo leans back in his seat. damn, youâre confusing. stone cold one minute but all giggly the next. itâs cool, heâll figure you out. âi ainât trippinâ babyâ if you donât wanna eat it then donât. another man definitely will.â
huh, âoh?â his eyes narrow just slightly, though the smirk on his lips never falter. he ignores the way his stomach just dropped to his ass at your implicationâ there is no way in hell is he letting another man have you. not when heâs still alive and breathing. âif you think iâm letting that happen, youâve got another thing cominâ.â
âeverything seems to be coming but me,â you bat your lashes, and damn he fell right into that one. you drop your pen down, giving him one last smile before redirecting your focus to the professor before you. âthe real question is what do you plan on doing âbout that?â
you give him no time to respond, and itâs not like he thinks he would be able to, as you begin to pack your belongings into your tote bag. youâre leaving and he barely got to say what heâd been memorizing all weekend. oh well, at least he now knows you havenât entirely cut him off.
if he doesnât knows better, it feels like you want him to chase after you.
god, he thinks heâs in love.
â â
gojo satoru is amazing at everything. there truly isnât something he can do that wonât come out spectacular. heâs gifted, that he knows much, and itâs difficult to stay humble when heâs constantly reminded of so.
âi can easily do this shit.â he mumbles to himself, cerulean eyes narrowing into focus at the bright lit screen of his ipad. his airpods are in, and heâs gonna be completely honestâ the pornstarâs screaming is starting to get on his nerve. however, heâs always been an exceptional student and when itâs time to lock in, itâs time to lock in.
his legs feel as though theyâve fallen asleep in the criss-cross position heâs been sat in on his bed for the past two hours. irrelevant, he decides as he picks at his bottom lip with his fingers. his device is running hot with how long itâs been since it last caught a break, but he had bigger issues to worry about. so, basically all he has to do is spread open her lips and go to town until she squirts? sounds simple enough.
he watches as the guy begins motorboating into the girlâs pussy andâ âdamn, that looks like it hurts.â a grimace creeps onto his face as the guy repeatedly goes ham on swollen red lips. heâs got half a mind telling him that the moans the girlâs letting out are entirely out of agony and not pleasure.
âaaaalrighty,â gojo speaks up, though to himself. ânext video, that shit was ass. pussy hurts just thinkinâ bout it, eugh.â
he finds an amateur video, and the thumbnail seemed intimate enough. after an agonizing ad of âwant a quick break from the ads?â, the video begins. the upper half of the womanâs body is cut out of frame, but sheâs laid onto her side, her backside in view. her top leg lifted just slightly, the man lays on his stomach and spreads them apart further and begins to lick.
he dives his tongue inside her cunt, not too sloppy, and gently works his way in. his thumb is caressing at her puckered forbidden zone, always gently, as his tongue glides up and down her labia.
gojo gulps. the girl makes soft sounds, hand coming down to play her the manâs hair, and he proceeds eat her out skillfully. her back arches, she whines and begs for more, and he never loses control. at some point, the hand that focused on her asshole moves up to grip at her cheeks, thus spreading her pussy lips further. sheâs already wet from a mixture of fluids, and the sound it creates is so damn obscene.
gojo gulps again, and his sweats feel tight.
before his mind can even allow it, heâs thinking of you. he thinks of you on your side, legs spread open for his disposition as he brings you this same pleasure. as he lays himself on his stomach, munching at your pussy in ways thatâll have you squirming all over his bed, squeezing your plush thighs around his head and begging for him to give you more.
he thinks of how good youâd smellâ how good youâd taste. he thinks of how nice you smell whenever you wrap your arms around his neck and he follows suit around your waist. he thinks of how sweet your lips taste when youâre straddling his thighs and slipping your tongue in his mouth.
pheromones are a crazy thing. your scent lingering in his car alone drives him insane. heâs so prone to boners around you, itâs like heâs a dog youâve trained.
and now heâs thinking he wants you in this very bed at this very instance, ipad be damned, pussy spread open so he can feast. so he can relish the sounds you make as you call out his name, enamoured by the way his tongue would flick at your clit and break open that dam of water right onto his face.
âshit.â he chucks his ipad onto the floor, cradling his head into the palms of his hands. how had he not ever wanted to do this before?
â â
he doesnât expect you to pick up. itâs far past two in the morning on a thursday night, and heâs missing you. badly. he misses you and your sweet smile. he misses you and your smart mouth. he misses you and the way your lips move so fluidly against his own, as if they were made for one another.
he really doesnât expect you to pick up.
itâs around the fifth ring that he hears your honeyed voice, âhi.â his eyes widen as he sits up from his bed in a hurry. talk about a damn surprise.
âhey.â he says back lamely, because of course he does. he feels the corner of his lips tugging into a smile and his heart is beating wildly against his rib cage. âdidnât think youâd answer.â
âmhm. so whatâd you call me for?â you sound tired, and he wonders if youâd been sleeping when he called. somehow, the thought makes his stomach churn at the implication you cut off hours of sleep for him.
âjust wanted to hear your voice.â gojo answers as honestly as he can, leaning down to rest his back back into the mattress of his bed. he shuts his eyes and imagines his arm falling asleep underneath your head, using him as a pillow. âbeen missinâ you.â
âyou literally see me every other day at school,â heâs graced with the harmonious sounds of your giggles, and he can already picture the way your shoulders shake as dimples curve into your cheeks. âyâre so fuckinâ clingy.â
he supposes he is, canât even find it in him to disagree. youâve been plaguing his mind since you cut him off (question mark) last week. he wasnât sure what kind of ban you were putting on him, but heâs been tiptoeing around his relationship with you for too long. the absence of your presence in the way he craves is driving him nuts. he misses you, damn it.
a longing sigh rips from his throat, âcanât help that i miss that ass,â he jokes instead because talking about feelings and vulnerability is wrong. âyou still owe me a goodbye kiss, yâknow? just left a poor guy hanginâ, rude.â
âhmm,â you hum lazily and he isnât sure what to expect. heâs just talking out of his ass, wants to restore that playful banter you guys had prior to this whole pussy eating messâ which heâd gladly now get on his knees and rock your fucking world. âlike i said already, you know where i live.â
âyou got one more time to say that before i show up at your doorstep for real,â gojo tests the waters, and swings his legs off his bed. heâs waiting for a sign, confirmation, anything to ensure you were being serious. late night be damned, he will show up to your door and flip your shit right then and there.
âthe fuck i gotta repeat myself for?â you sigh, and gojoâs slipping his shoes on. heâs wasting no more time, he wants you right now. âif you really missed me you would have been come see me. youâre all talk.â
âso when i yell at your doorstep to lemme eat it, donât start lookinâ at me crazyâiâm warning ya.â and with that he hangs up. heâs not leaving any more room for debates, enoughâs enough. and shit, when the fuck had he gotten bricked?
he grabs his keys and slams his door close.
â â
youâre looking at him like he grew an extra head on his shoulders overnight. heâs looking at you like the tee you have on your body decimated his entire bloodline. thereâs a heavy silence between you both, as if either one of you are expecting the other to make the first move.
âyou actually came.â you blink in mild shock, neck craning up to look him dead in the eye. heâs panting heavily, he mightâve ran here the second he could, but how could he not have?
âenough games, baby.â gojo answers instead and takes a step into your apartment. you back up in retaliation, and he takes another close step. you stay still this time. his hands sneak below the hem of your shirt and slide up to your bare waist, grabbing onto the plush flesh. you feel jolts of electricity imbedded into your skin with every lingering touch. âlemme eat it, come on. please?â
âoh?â you cock an eyebrow, raising a hand to press your palm flat against the plane of his chest. you feel his heartbeat thudding wildly. âand here i thought you were too good to stoop as low as giving women head.â
gojo clicks his tongue and tightens his hold on you. âi never said that.â
âyou basically did.â you bite back, tilting your head to the side. you see his nostrils flare a bit, âor does that rule apply with just me?â
âif it did, would i be here at three in the morning begging to eat your pussy?â gojo rolls his eyes. you open your mouth but snap it back shut and gojo decides you conceded. he lifts you from the ground and places you on his shoulder, ignoring your âput me down!â and opts to shut you up with a firm slap on your ass.
your cheeks jiggle from the impact, and his dick twitches in his briefs. as he suspected, youâve got no bottoms onâ just a cute pair of pink lace panties he wants to tear apart with his teeth. animalistic is what you make him.
âso. . . which one is your room?â he finds himself in the corridor, arm wrapped around the back of your knees. you fall limp in his hold, defeatedly as your arm lifts to point at the door at the end of the hall. he smirks and rubs at your booty, âatta girl. look at ya beinâ all obedient and shit.â
âshut up.â you huff, and he would bet a million dollars youâve got that adorable pout on your lips. the one you make whenever you donât get something done the way you planned.
your bedroom is everything he expected from you, fits your personality just about right. butârespectfully, fuck your bedroom. heâs got bigger issues to address, and that can only be done with your panties on the floor and a mouth full of your cunt. his dick is twitching uncontrollably at the thought of it alone.
âif you drop me on this bed, i swear iâm gonna kill you.â tilting your head, you warn him once he stands next to the edge of your bed frame. though a moot point, because if you know gojo as well as you think you do, youâre about to meet your duvets face first.
âmhm, what was that?â cupping a hand behind his ear, he pretends innocence then proceeds to do exactly what you warned him not to do. him and his long ass limbs, manhandling you all over the damn place as if its in his birthright. and no, it does not make your cunt clench, despite your thighs rubbing one against another. âsorry shortie, think i missed what you said.â
when youâre finally able to gain composure, you sit up on your elbows and furrow your brows in the nastiest scowl you can muster. he stands right above you, his frame so large it both annoys and turns you on. âgojo, you stupid fuckingââ
you want to slap the smile off his face. âyeah, yeah.â he cuts you off, before leaning down to hover over you. his arms are pinned at your side, upper body pressing against yours. you feel the weight of his hips pressing into your legs, and so you widen the space. he fits in just as perfectly as youâd imagined he would. the tip of his nose brushes yours, biceps flexing in your peripherals. you feel his breath fanning at your cupidâs bow, warm yet it leaves shivers creeping at your spine.
âthink you owe me somethinâ, princess.â his voice comes out in a low growl, from the depths of his chest. his presence is so dominatingâ his bulge pressed right up against your aching cunt, the feel of his heartbeat right against yours. it all feels dizzying, the scent of his cologne filling up your nostrils and clouding any better sense of judgement.
heâs teasing youâ leans in, brushes his soft lips against yours and watches as you lean forward to capture them but pulls away just in nick of time. he loves every one of your facial expressions, especially that adorable scowl of yours. he canât wait to see the faces you make when youâre in absolute bliss.
he tilts his head just slightly, practically mouthing the words into your parted mouth. and with a low chuckle, he speaks, âif you want it, take it.â
you mightâve folded first, but he kisses you back just as eagerly, lips moulding into one another. you feel him sigh into your mouth, as if youâd relieved him of all stresses weighing on his shoulders. you lift a hand to cup at the back of his neck, fingernails scratching at the undercut at his nape.
gojo shudders beneath your touch, rolling his hips deeper into yours and relishes in the way you moan softly into his mouth. he wants to drink up every single sound you make, wants to discover your bodyâs sensitive spots and maneuver them into making a mess out of you.
your neck soon begins to ache, and almost as if he can read your mind, pushing deeper into you as you fall back onto your bed. he never takes his lips off of yoursâ not when the hold in his hair lowers in favour to grip at his biceps or stroke his back, not even when your legs wrap tightly at his waist. at a particular grind, you moan louder than any other sound youâd made all night, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
âgojo,â you whine into his mouth, fingers clawing at his compression tee. he continues to roll his bulge into your clothed cunt, aiming at that spot that has you arching your back off the bed and into him. he grips a hand tightly at your plush thigh, his hold so hard youâre certain heâll leave bruises. âyou said y-youâd eat it. be a man of your, ngh, word.â
âyeah, thatâs right,â he pulls away finally, a thin string of saliva connecting both your lips. he pecks at your kiss bitten lips, the dazed look in your eyes igniting a fire deep in his gut. âgotta keep my promiseâ canât keep my baby waitinâ too long,â you feel his lips trail from the corner of your lips to the slope of your jaw, âshe gets all cranky anâ pissy.â from the column on your neck to your collarbone, âstarts gettinâ all mean with me.â
âoh my gosh, shut up!â you complain, though your hold on him tightens. you feel the vibrations of his chuckles at your jugular, followed by a deep plunge on his teeth at the thin layer of skin and another agonizingly slow grind against your clit. âfuckinââ shitâ hurry up already!â
âtsk, see what i mean?â gojo tuts, hands sliding down the curves at your torso. you feel his large fingers play with the material of your panties, rolling the lace between forefingers. the contrast of the coolness of his rings against your heated skin adds a strange stimulation to your senses. âso mouthy, âm gonna have to do somethinâ about that.â
âiâm mouthy?â you squawk, watching as he lifts your tee up from your body. he taps wordlessly at your waist and you understand to remove the article of clothing. you chuck the tee across the room, before redirecting your focus on the man peppering wet kisses all over your stomach. it leaves butterflies rattling inside. âyou literally cannot shut the fuck upâ whatâs the hold up? awe, donât tell me you canât walk the talk?â
he pauses for a bit. he doesnât let himself fall bait for your words. youâre just being brattyâ all hot and bothered and canât properly ask for what you need. you donât have to worry, heâs here entirely for your pleasure. he isnât even thinking about the way his cock throbs painfully in his boxers, doesnât even attempt to relieve it at all.
and so, he kneels at the edge of the bed. with two large hands cupping at your hips, he pulls you closer to him and rests your thighs on his shoulders. he watches as your chest rises up and down, and you prop yourself back onto your elbows.
your eyes are misty, your lips swollen and wet, your hair a mess and your neck littered in marks that scream gojo. you already look fucked out and he hadnât done shit. god, he canât wait to stuff his face between your thighs.
âi got you baby,â he drags his index finger right in the center of your cunt. he can both feel and see the material dampen with your arousal, your hips squirming as you chase for more. he licks his lips as he narrows in on the treasure, he swears he hears his stomach growling. âpromise i do. just relax for me, yeah?â
âwhatever.â you mumble, and comply to his order. he calls you a good girl, before stroking at your clit some more. the reactions you give will forever be imprinted in his mind, fleeting touches already granting him the opportunity to hear your delicate voice once more. you may be impatient but gojo is worse, and he decides that he wants to see your cunt now. he pushes your panties to the side, and the sight heâs rewarded with nearlyâ nearly, had him cumming right on two knees.
gojo gulps. âholy shit,â he feels his voice waver in excitement, eyes widened as he stares dead on. your cunt clenches around nothing from the switch of temperature, oozing more of your arousal down to your sheets. your pussy lips are puffy, clit sitting atop so prettily and damn, he wants to hump something.
he isnât sure why but you try to close your thighs together, rude much, though gojo is much stronger. he keeps them spread wide, and shoots you a look. âdo not.â
âtsk.â you click your tongue, looking away. and, oh, are you shy? âstop staring, you fuckinâ weirdo.â
heâs too far enamoured by the slick dribbling from your tiny hole down the crack of your ass. it trickles so tauntingly, that he finds himself nearly jealous. he wishes he could be thereâ oh wait, âjust appreciatinâ my meal before i eat, sue me.â
the pad of his thumb collects your juices before popping it into his mouth. âwow,â he mumbles, more so to himself, at your taste bursting onto his taste buds. itâs so undoubtedly you, a raw and truthful you, and he gives you no warning before diving right in.
âfuckkk,â you throw your head back, hand flying to grab at the nearest thing in your vicinityâ which so happens to be tousled, fluffy hair.
so, first time for everything right? but gojo maneuvers his way into your pussy as if heâd done this before. he starts off with kitten licks, teasing you some more before flattening his tongue and dragging it up and down your lips. he swallows and moans into your cunt, fingers digging deep into the back of your thighs.
heâs practically making out with your pussy. he doesnât neglect any area, not even the clit surprisingly, as he latches his lips to the bundle of nerves and lightly nibbles. now that has your back arching and pushing his head deeper into you. if there was a way to go in life, heâd gladly take this death.
heâs so painfully hard it hurts, unable to control the way his hips grind against the bed frame. your scent is driving him feral, the way you tug on his hair harshly has his balls tightening and the way you cry out his name makes him want to imprint his name inside of you.
âs-satoru!â oh god, youâve done it. you finally said his first name and heâs this close to painting his briefs white in shame. he continues to flick his tongue inside your hole and similar strokes to his humping. âyouâre doinâ sâgooddd baby, shit!â
keep praising him and heâs gonna bust. he lifts himself away from your pussy, eyeing the gooey center almost offensively, âwhy the fuck do you taste so good?â he lands a wad of spit down, as he brings two digits to properly rub his saliva into your essence. the sounds it produces are so wet, itâs damn near filthy. he clicks his tongue, âseriously. âs makinâ me mad almost.â he slaps at your cunt twice, watching how your spray down his wrist.
âyou s-sure this is your first, hnng, time?â you accuse, to the best of your abilities, as you feel him slip a finger in. youâre so lubricated, the slip inside was easy. pushing past that first ring of muscle, heâs pumping in and out of your cunt with precision, curling his digit as if heâs aiming to find a specific area. âyâknow too muchâ mmph, fuckinâ liar.â
when he thrusts into a specific angle, your thighs tremble terribly around his head. he smirks, found it. âwatched a lotta porn.â and he isnât lying, he thinks back to how he studied the arts of cunningulus, and recalls the double combo. he has to try it, so heâs back to sucking and nibbling at your clit while adding an extra finger inside.
âoh my goddd,â you whine, feeling your limbs liquify in heat from every extremity. he pushes your knee further into your chest, and so you grab ahold of both your thighs. he hums approvingly, dragging his free hand along the soft skin of your legs. âdonâtâ donât stop, please donât stop,â
your toes are curled, back off the mattress and the pain in his scalp is shooting straight down to his cock. heâs rutting and rutting into the wooden frame, the flat surface painfully teasing though it does do the job. or maybe he has you to blame.
he feels saliva dripping down his chin, the way his tongue slides into your folds and feels his knuckles in there. his fingers move in scissoring motions, rotating circles, in and outâ all the while repeatedly attacking your golden spot.
you severely underestimated him, and can barely process the orgasm that rips through you when he presses a hand onto your lower belly, ââm cumming, fuck, ngh, donât stopââ and you wail, fingernails clawing intensely into his tresses, torn between pushing him away and pulling him in closer. he decides to make that decision for you, stuffing himself as deep as possible to not miss a single drop, and your thighs clench against his ears.
so, gojo satoru is a shameless man. as you flood into his mouth and onto his face, grinding out your orgasm and using him as nothing but a toy for your own highâ somewhere along the lines, he feels his briefs are sticky. he moans sluttily into your pussy, hips twitching incessantly as his cock shoots loads of nut into his boxers.
it feels like an eternity yet simultaneously a second when youâve come down from your high, body twitching as gojo slows down his movements, his finger pumps gradually lessening in intensity and the kitten licks on your abused clit coming to a halt.
his face is soaked. his skin feels moist and damp, a thick air of humidity beginning to grow in the room, but he genuinely couldnât care less. his eyes are stuck on you, limbs sprawled out limply against your bed, your chest heaving, tiny breaths coming out of your mouth.
he slides out his aching fingers, and pops them back in his mouth, tongue wrapping around his digits so eagerly, basking in your taste once more. absolutely divine,
âchrist, iâd make a nasty pornstar.â
gojo won the poll. . . everybody act surprised (°_°)
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ALPHA! GOJO x F OMEGA! READER
+ synopsis. you live in a world where omega and alpha qualities are medically treated at birth to become dormant later in life. present day, only betas & pseudo-betas exist, pheromones & its effects are left in the distant past, and heats & ruts are reduced to monthly cycles of being slightly hornier than normal, nothing more.
so, what happens when a curse you encounter induces a heat in you far worse than anything recorded in modern times?
+ alternatively. in which even a special grade sorcerer isnât immune to the curse-induced heat of an omega â you, the partner he's pined for over the course of your entire friendship â forcing you and him to go back to your primal roots.
+ cw. forced A/B/O dynamics, lovesick! gojo, slight! geto x reader, sorcerer! reader, dubcon (technically sex pollen), reader is born an omega, gojo and geto are born alphas, gojo's infinity can't block scent for fic purposes, geto doesnât turn au, use of restraints, mating call, mutual pining, it gets playful / lighthearted in the middle, implied 'medical' use of sex toys, dirty thoughts, lordosis, petnames (angel, love), pussy job, constant pov switches towards the end, cunnilingus, ass fingering, piv, cervix kisses, confessions, shared orgasm, creampie, knotting, no beta bye, 3.5k+ words, MDNI
+ masterlists. general â jujutsu kaisen â collab
â„ïž akiâs note. big thank you to raven (@raven-cincaide) for sprinting with me ⥠++ this very late fic is part of my into the omegaverse collab ⥠please show some love to everybodyâs amazing works when you can!
He came as soon as he heard. Plagued by his racing thoughts, Satoru stands still, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he watches you from behind the glass window. Though he appears to be calm, seeing you like this is torture.
âHow long has she been in there?â Suguru puts his hands in his pockets, taking the spot next to Satoru.
âToo long,â he breathes. And itâs only been half a day. His 6 eyes have been agonizingly locked on your form the entire time, piercing blue eyes peering through the glass and into your poor disturbed soul. Youâve been crying non stop ever since they found you. Eyes glossy, pupils blasted, spewing incoherent words, skin damp and hot.
They needed to restrain your arms and legs to be able to perform tests on you, but that didnât stop you from crossing your knees, relying on friction to rub your pussy as best as you can. All this, as your body wriggles beneath the harsh clinic lights. Youâve gone absolutely feral. Your cries are pitched an octave higher than what Satoruâs used to. And as much as he doesnât want to believe it, itâs as if⊠âItâs as if sheâs calling out to someone.â
âTo you, you mean?â Suguru scoffs.
Paper seals secure the walls of your room. Remnants of the curse linger around your body and because of that, theyâve deemed it safer to assume only born-betas are allowed direct contact. For now, at least. Shoko says they donât know if there are aftereffects â meaning, if exposure to a victim could also trigger a rut in an alpha. And now theyâre dealing with pheromones, not just cursed energy, so infinity is out of the question. That means Shoko gets to stay with you, and the two born-alphas are to stay on this side until further notice.Â
Satoru hates it â being separated from you by a wall like this. Not like you werenât already normally separated by one, considering your room in the dorms is right next to his. But he particularly hates how this renders him unable to barge in on you any time he wants.
Right now, he wants to annoy you. He wants to poke fun at you. He wants to pull your strings because he likes it when you get fake-mad. Youâre cute when you do that. Plus, he uses it to his advantage knowing you can never actually stay mad at him for too long â a weakness the two of you share.
âHeard the report got it all wrong.â Suguru pats Satoruâs back. âSpecial grade 1, was it? Quite the leap from semi-grade 1.â Suguru shakes his head, chuckling in disbelief. Heâs never seen his best friend so distraught. But Suguru reassures him, telling him not to worry and reminding him of the fact that, at the very least, âSheâs alive and kicking. Well, kicking too hard for that matter. Those knots are gonna bruise.â
âShe shouldâve called me. Fucking idiot.â Satoru clicks his tongue.
They have brought in experts â historians, even. They have tried every omega medicine known to man. Emergency suppressants that were once obsolete are concocted that same day. Everything shouldâve shown immediate effects. And yet, itâs almost laughable how it all seemed like they were only giving you placebo meds, forcing you to down so many in so little time. Since nothing has worked, Shoko sent them away.
Whatâs worse is, the curse is exorcised. And in the world of Jujutsu Sorcery, killing a curse usually takes all its enchantments with it. So, if the curse is dead and youâre still experiencing the worst heat known to man, they could damn well consider your revert permanent if they donât do something about it quickly.
The two men jolt back upon smelling a very pronounced aroma of burnt cinnamon on Shoko whoâs left the room for the first time in the last 6 hours. Her hair is slightly disheveled, slightly damp from sweat. And the circles around her eyes have grown visibly darker and heavier.
âCanât imagine our forefathers going nuts over that stench.â Suguru lightens the mood, fanning his hand in front of his face. He blinks his tears dry as a result of inhaling a whiff of the strong odor.
âItâs not that bad.â Satoru scrunches his nose as heâs suddenly taken aback, though heâs not particularly repulsed by the scent. If anything, heâs immediately convinced itâs something he doesnât mind living with. âPlus, I heard itâs slightly different for every omega.â
âFinally, some fresh fucking air,â Shoko murmurs as she leans on the glass, head thrown back as she lights up a cigarette. Apparently, she hasnât had one since they brought you in. âWelp, tried everything. Even left her alone with toys to doââ
âHerself?â Suguru teases.
Satoru scratches his throat. âDid it- uhm⊠did it help?â
âNot one bit.â
âMaybe you⊠didnât give her enough time?â Satoru nonchalantly suggests, pouting as he subconsciously takes notes for himself if he ever gets presented with the opportunity.
âI let her at it for an hour.â Shoko huffs out smoke in the direction opposite to the two men. âI even gave her⊠options, you know.â
Satoru mentally kicks himself as his thoughts run wild. He can still see the tip of the pink silicone popping out of one of the trays, girth not so different from his. He hates Shoko for doing a shitty job at concealing it because blood rushes to his cock just by looking at that thing, knowing it had gone inside you. He thinks about what other toys Shoko had you use â thinks about which one was able to make you cum the fastest, which one was your favorite?
Fuck. Now, he has to keep adjusting his stance, marching in place like a damn soldier till he manages to get his half-hard cock into a better position in his pants. Using his hands then and there is not an option for obvious reasons.
âSatoru.â Shokoâs tone becomes more serious. âYou can drag this longer than it needs to be. But you know thereâs only one surefire tried-and-tested-literally-by-millions-way to cure a heat.â She takes a long puff, blowing smoke in between words, embers flickering on the end of her half-done stick. âYou up for it?â
âDonât be stupid.â Of course he is.
Suguru and Shoko shoot each other knowing glances, the former raising an eyebrow as if to say âwatch thisâ. âSatoru, If youâre not gonna do it, I wiââ
âIâll fucking kill you,â Satoru spits, not letting his best friend finish his sentence. The two quickly exchange low fives, chuckling at the expense of their lovesick friend. Satoru turns to Shoko, paying no mind to his friends so blatantly enjoying themselves in the middle of a crisis. âYouâre sure youâve done everything you can?â
âEverything I can, yes. Youâve exhausted all the favors you can ask of me, itâs high time you deal with your own problems.â Shoko prods two fingers onto Satoruâs chest.
âWant her to want it,â Satoru speaks softly.
âAre you blind? Did your fucking 6 eyes stop working?â Shoko looks at Satoru, puzzled, as if she wonders why Satoru isnât seeing what sheâs seeing. âOh, Iâm pretty sure she wants it bad.â
âWant her to want me.â
Shoko rolls her eyes and disposes of her cigarette though itâs a couple more puffs away from when she usually stops. Sheâs at her limit. âWait here.â
Trying to prove a point, she goes to the supply room and comes back with two handkerchiefs â a white one and a blue one. She then pats the white one with the sweat off of Satoruâs nape, and the other with Suguruâs. âPray with me, boys. One of youâs gonna have to return to their roots.â She cracks her neck, preparing to head back in.
The sound of your cries increase and decrease in volume when Shoko opens and closes the door behind her.
âShoko, Shoko, please! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make itââ
Shoko waves the blue handkerchief above your head, grabbing your attention for only a few seconds till youâre back to screaming in agony. She can almost hear Suguru scoffing on the other side. She then takes out the white cloth with Satoruâs scent, and like a moth to a flame, youâre instantly drawn to it. Your breaths have finally steadied. You take quick bouts of whiffs, head craning every which way she drags the piece of cloth.
She leaves you with the handkerchief after letting your arms and legs loose, allowing you to curl up in a ball as you desperately inhale Satoruâs scent. Itâs the first thing that has calmed you in hours. Nonetheless, this relief is temporary. Pretty soon youâll be needing something stronger. Something more potent. Something in its rawest form.
âS-satoru,â you breathe through the handkerchief, staring at the two-way mirror like a faint prayer to the god you know is there. âShoko, please get me Satoru.â Your words are clear as day, and thatâs the first coherent thing youâve said all day.
Shokoâs eyes dart to where sheâs sure Satoru stands. âDo you see it now?â she mouths.
Satoruâs jaw stiffens, stomach now a mangled mess of anticipation and guilt. On the one hand, heâs relieved. Heâs not sure what he wouldâve done if youâd reacted the same way to Suguruâs scent. On the other hand, he knows whatâs going to happen now. Not like he didnât see this coming.
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Though she didnât have to, Shoko chose to make a nest of Satoruâs clothes for you in his own bed. âThought Iâd at least make the effort to help make it romantic, no?â
Except nothing about this is romantic. Jujutsu dorm walls thankfully arenât thin, but thin enough for him to hear your cries from behind his door.
Satoru takes a second to collect himself, getting square with the fact that this isnât how he wanted your first time to go. He can smell you from where he stands, forcibly reminding him for every second he delays that youâre in there, waiting for him.
Heâs played your first time over and over in his head as he fucked his fist â almost every morning in the shower, once or twice in your room when you were out on a mission, and many, many times in the very bed youâre nestled now. Out of the hundreds of scenarios heâs made up of him making love to you in his head, heâs never once pictured this.
His friends have pestered him about this for so long, urging him to take the first step or else Suguru â and on some occasions, Shoko â wonât hesitate to whisk you off your feet. But he tells them he has his reasons for constantly holding off. He says itâs because youâre perfect for him, and so he wanted your first to be perfect â plain and simple. He says it so matter-of-factly, too. But now, to hell with the perfect scenario because as it turns out, itâs mother nature herself who decides to give him one crazy hell of a push to make a move.
Satoru enters his room. Greeted with the raw and unbound fragrance of your heat, his heart pounds in his chest. He coos upon seeing you hugging his pillow, all plump and ready for him. Suddenly, it registers in his head that heâs seeing you naked for the first time, lying in his bed. âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he says more to himself, trying to convince himself that this is real â that youâre real.
ââM sorry, it hurtsâ hurts so bad, Satoru. âM sorry!â Heâs sorry it has to be like this, too. But heâs not so sorry that youâd asked for him.
With dried up tears along your cheeks, and fresh ones in your eyes, your cried out voice croaks, âSatoru, help me please. I need you.â You roll on your belly, propping your forearms as you bury your face in his scent, whining into his pillow, back arching + ass perked up, as you shamelessly stroke your pussy to his face. âN-need you now, please, please, please?â
Fuck.
Even now, it melts his heart seeing you so full of want.
âShh, shh, shh. Iâm here arenât I?â
Satoru doesnât miss the way your hand grips the sheets as you watch him discard his clothes. He sees the absolute delight in your face, the flexing of your belly, the further bend of your back, the quicker strokes of your fingers around your clit. But itâs the sight of your nectar dripping out of you that finally makes him break.
With how hard he is and how much he wants to devour you like crazy, he could easily be mistaken for an alpha in a rut. He swears his chemical makeup has nothing to do with it. He just wants you that bad.
Suddenly, the space between you and him doesnât exist. You moan out loud just by being touched by him. He engulfs you in his arms forcing you to sit up, hot skin against even hotter skin, your back pressed flush against his torso as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. And your slick â god, your honeyed slick â begins to coat his hard cock speared between your legs and along your puffy folds.
Fuck.
âSweet angel.â His eyes roll back as he takes in all of your scent.
His cock twitches between your legs, pre-cum starting to drip off his tip. He feels a tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach as soon as he gets into contact with your slick. Your touch is so fucking electric. One hand wraps around your stomach while the other reaches for your breast, cupping and kneading the soft flesh, feeling your thuds of a heartbeat beneath his palm. You smell so fucking good upclose, your scent keeps hooking and hooking him in, and taking care of you is all he cares about. That's all that matters. Heâs holding you now and yet heâs unable to satiate this mad need to be closer to you. He needs to be closer. He needs to make love to you. Needs to be in youâ
âS-Satoru.â You guide the hand on your breast, intertwining with his fingers, pressing harder, rougher, against your skin. âYou feel so good, Satoru. Please move. N-need more.â
Satoru releases a deep groan in your ear when you bring your knees together, locking his cock between your legs as you begin to grind your pussy on his erection, nectar lubing your every sway.
âE-easy, eaaasy,â Satoruâs voice is low and breathy. He hisses with every roll of your hips, breath hitching as your pussy drags his foreskin back and forth, balls kissing the back of your thighs. Mind hazy with want, he presses his cheek on yours, planting open mouthed and sloppy kisses on the side of your face.
âNot so fast!â Satoru holds your hips in place when you start to pick up the pace, making you whine, âWhaââ
âToo fast, Iâm sorry.â Satoru trails apologetic kisses along your jaw. âNot there- donât want to cum there.â
He apologizes as a tinge of guilt prickles his throat seeing you so utterly vulnerable. Your eyes plead for him to fill you then and there but he needs this moment to last as long as possible, even if it means prolonging your agony.
âS-Satoru, canât wait any longer!â You try to move your hips but theyâre locked in place.Â
âNo.â He says, firmly, and it hurts to tell you that. âNot yet.â Tears well up in your eyes as your chest heaved at the height of your confusion. Your mouth opens, trying to find words, but before you get to complain, he gives you a soft, chaste kiss â your very first one, he realizes â and tells you, âGet down for me.â
And with tears in your eyes, you oblige. He supposes this is the work of the reemergence of your makeup and raging hormones, making you so pliant and submissive, youâre willing to do his bidding even when youâre on the verge of insanity â when, before this, you always had a stubbornness in you heâd always been fond of. But then again, at this very moment, youâre desperate. And youâre desperate for him.
âSatoru, I donât know what youâre up to b-but please, donât take long- oh!â Your protests are quickly replaced with cries as you feel a soft, wet muscle slide across your folds. Heâs always had that habit of not letting you finish. To think itâs something he takes to bed with him makes your stomach coil. âFuck!â
Hot breath fans your folds as he splits your slit open with his tongue, and all you can do is shudder in place, wallowing in the extreme pleasure that dozens of toys werenât able to give you. Youâre practically leaking on his face, honey dripping down his chin, the tip of his nose pressing into your ass.
His tongue squelches with every lick, twisting your core in knots with every line drawn. And then itâs as if Satoruâs lips are sealed around your clit, puckering and sucking on the sensitive bud.
âSatoru, oh god. âToru, so good, âs so fucking good~â Your eyebrows furrow, lips pursing as he relentlessly flicks his tongue on your clit.
âOh!â You scream when a honeyed digit enters your ass, thumb hooking and pressing hard against your g-spot, all while his tongue remains fixated on your clit. âFuck- mmm!â
You canât help but mewl and cuss into your first orgasm â the first one he granted you, that is â wave of pleasure washing across your body as he eats out your high. And while itâs a sensation that gives you a sense of satisfaction, youâre left wanting more. Youâre left needing more.
âPlease fill me- canât wait any longer- please, alpha~â
Oh, now youâve done it.
âSorry, love.â Satoru pulls you back into his chest and cups your cheek, making you look over your shoulder and into his face. âNeither can I.â
âSato- Oh!â Gagged by the feeling of friction in your aching walls, the very first one you had welcomed since your heat, youâre at a loss for words when his cock enters you, bottoming out straight away. Your mouth forms an âoâ and he instinctively closes the gap, savoring your mouth, and with every click and swirl of your tongues, he thinks you are probably the softest, most delicate thing heâs ever tasted.
He knows heâs screwed, tasting you for the first time, knowing heâll never want anything other than you, your lips, your pussy, this feeling ever again.
You feel as if every pump of his cock scratches that stubborn itch thatâs spread across your pussy since your heat. And every satisfying ram of his hips kisses your cervix, bringing you closer and closer to your high, as if this â his cock, and the feeling of his body rocking your own â has been whatâs missing in your life.
âScream for me, angel,â Satoru grumbles against your ear as he feels himself nearing his own climax. Suddenly, his mouth is back on yours, kissing you, with you purring against his lips as he fucks you through your shared high.
âIââ When his pace comes to a full stop, you know whatâs about to come. And he doesnât know what to say. Shokoâs already briefed him on whatâll happen to an alpha who cums in an omega in heat, not that he doesnât know what a knot is. He just doesnât know what to expect. Still, he wants you to take it. Even now, he wants you to want it. But he studies that curious look on your face, and as he scrambles for words, it seems itâs your turn to finally shut him up.
âI love you, Satoru.â
Satoru chuckles. More to himself.
âI love you, too.â Satoru, with breaths uneven, relaxes his forehead against yours. Satoru steadies himself, and pretty soon, you collapse in his arms as his knot locks in your core.
...
"Hey," Satoru breaks the silence. "You know... taking my knot like that means you practically asked me to marry you."
"Shut up."
â
Shoko alternates between looking at you and flipping the pages of the report in her clipboard. It seems that youâre technically back to normal but sheâs got that look in her face as if a couple of words are stuck behind her throat.
âItâs fine. Hit me with it,â you prompt. âWhat is it?â
âWell, youâre now a full-blown omega is what it is,â Shoko says without an ounce of concern in her voice. âBut seeing as youâve got⊠help now,â Shokoâs eyes dart to Satoru whoâs standing in the corner, âthereâs really not much to do about it.â
âIs that so?â You chuckle at the playful tension between Satoru and Shoko.
âYouâre âhelpâ, by the way,â Shoko addresses Satoru.
âA big one, too,â he adds.
âKeep it in your pants.â Shoko puts her clipboard aside and scratches her temple. âStill, itâs insane that this is what finally brought you two together.â
Shokoâs words put a longing, knowing smile to your face. "This silly guy waited too long."
âHey, if thatâs what it took. Who am I to complain?â Satoru shrugs, ego fluffed by the thought that youâre finally his. And the fact that he and you are the only active alpha and omega in the world? How special is that?
pspsps. reblogs and comments are appreciated â„ïž
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Would love to see some content for Simon from Dinner in America or Colin Gray, youâre more than welcome to pick the subject matter, preferably female reader
ïœĄïŸïœ„ àšà§ . i owe you a black eye and two kisses.
âčâ â summary. - oh, how he's missed his girl during his time away.
âčâ â pairing - simon / john q x fem!reader
ⶠc.w. - nsfw freaky deaky time!! hard?dom simon, sub!reader, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP.), p in v, car sex (in a volkswagen beetle...), public sex, STOMACH BULGE!!! facial, throat fucking-ish, degradationâbut also praise, cowgirl position, overstimulation, hair pulling, very cutesy fic... (let me know if i missed anything!)
âčâ â note - back from the dead (laziness) and kicking it!! i hope i did this request justice as i havenât written in so long⊠WHOOPS. its been literally ages since i wrote smut so i apologize if iâm rusty as hell doing this⊠PLEASE FORGIVE ME. anywho⊠LUSTKILLERS IS SO BACK BABY đââïž
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THE night was cold and you couldn't be more bored out of your mind. the windows of your red volkswagen beetle were down, the distinguished smell of the car gas filling the air around you. your leg bounced, the keys that consisted of plenty of keychain accessories clinking against each other, and your eyes traced over the rusty, tall fence that you probably counted all the diamond-shaped holes between each steel bar. how long have you been here? an hour? hour too early?
at the rate of biting at your own cheek unconsciously, there was probably a dent that was left inside your cheek from how much you've bit down on it. turning your palms over was a nightmare; your hands glistening with sweat from anticipation. you wanted to look the best. you wanted everything to be perfect.
you couldn't even remember how he ended up here; maybe you blocked it out. slightly tragic on your end, watching as your boyfriend was cuffed and put into the back of a cop car, the last thing you experienced together was your fingers loosely holding a cigarette for him. that feeling left you empty... and a bit sexually frustrated, due to the fact that he had promised to fuck you real good after his performance.
a masculine silhouette stood at the goddamned fence that you loathed, your eyes shooting up at the whirring sound of the mechanical fence sliding to the right, leaving the figure to leave. you let go of the cigarettes that laid in the cupholder, your slippery hands moving to unlock your car.
with a frustrated yell, you quickly wiped your hands on the seats on your car, restoring the dryness that easily helped you unlock your god forsaken car. you opened the door, ducking under the slight top ledge that you've hit your head on plenty of times. you were giddy like a child receiving their gifts on their birthdayâ squealing as you shut the door behind you and stood in front of the driver's side door, bouncing on the tips of your toes, and a smile spread across your face.
simon had that stupid smirk on his face, scruff all over his face, and his hair slightly grown out from the last time you saw him. he also had the same clothes on from the last time, the green jacket and black pants with the boots. it felt like the first time all over again, and god, that outfit made your pussy throb, and your knees were moments away from bucking and landing onto the dirt ground.
"didn't i tell you to get rid of that goddamn car? looks stupid, the ladybug print and all." simon said gruffly, a slight smirk creeping onto the corners of with lips, his siren-like eyes peering down at you.
you looked up at him with a slight pout and doe eyes, "i think it looks cute." you mumbled in defense. his eyes gleamed with a predatory look on you. cute, he thought. but what left his lips was just a mere scoff, his smirk turning into a smile... which was still somehow intimidating if you think about it.
"looks like a kiddie car, that's what it looks like." he taunted, making you playfully roll your eyes.
you huff, "i'm gonna punch you in the face... leave a black eye while i'm at it." your voice taunting, yet not really sincere. he only chuckled in response, "c'mere." he moved towards you, his lips swinging down to kiss yours, kissing away the pout that now disappeared.
his rough, big hands wandered towards your ass, gripping it with no intent of letting go. simon's kisses were one of a man deprived of lust and yearning, and he wasn't planning to let your breathe for air. his hands roamed around your backside, his feet pushing you back towards the silly-looking car, his right hand pulling at the door handle, swinging the door open.
simon's eyes opened from the kiss, his frustration growing from the lack of the backdoors your car had. he let out a groan, his lips unlatching from yours, his jaw clenching as he softly moved you aside, bringing the drivers seat forward so you two could hop in the back. his pants strained against his bulge, and the whine that left your lips made it even worse.
"give me a moment doll, your car is pissing me off." he grumbled, watching his head as he hopped into the small car, with you behind him, closing the door. he was sitting with his legs spread, you in front of him with little to no space at all, on your knees, which were already feeling rough from the material of the bottom the car.
you and simon made no time to push down your pants, his hands unbuckling the shiny belt that clinked once it unfastened from his waist, and your hands helped slide them down, his thick, long cock springing free, and you could've sworn your eye twitched at the sight. with the way he looked down at you and the non-existent space you left between your face and his cock, the feeling between your thighs released itself like a flood; your thighs pressing together in instinct.
"god, if you don't hurry it up, i might take matters into my own hands." he groaned out, swallowing dryly as his hands gripped at your hair; making you squeak out a quick 'sorry,' and your tongue quickly laid flat against the side of his cock; a hiss escaping simon's pretty lips. "fuck," he groaned.
you worked your way around his cock, your head bobbing up and down, trying your best to keep eye-contact with him as you bobbed. spit drooled down the sides of your mouth; the liquid pooling at the base of his cock, slowly sliding down his strained balls; the sounds of his grunts and low groans filling the small car.
he felt your right hand shift towards your sopping pussy; mewls leaving your lips as you rubbed your clit, heightening your senses, but also making you focus less on working his cock. simon noticed it, his grip on your hair turning into a makeshift lever, the control reeling to him as he started to guide your head up and down, his cock spearing at the back of your throat, hitting past the uvula. the feeling made you gag, spluttering more spit around his cock, the sight being messy as ever. he pulled your head from his cock, your right hand leaving your clit in response, and as your lips left his cock, it making you gasp out in air; your eyes watering from the intense throat-fuck that was definitely going to leave you sore, along with your poor legs that were soon to fall victim to his fucking.
"si, give me a momentâ" you squealed, making simon laugh as he pulled you up onto his lap, laughter leaving from both your lips. "tryna get me put in jail again, doll? fuckin' in front of the prison i just got out of?" he smirked, his forehead touching yours.
"not my fault, siâ oh!" you hum in response, which quickly turned into a gaspâ which finally turned into a moan, his cock knowingly filling your tight walls. his hips piston upwards, his cock hitting the deepest part of your cunt. his hands held at your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock, creating a white, creamy ring around the base.
the car windows immediately fogged up, heat and sweat glistening on both your bodies, the occasional cocky laugh simon let out settled into your ears, making you shiver. your hips worked at a sensual speed, grinding and bouncing, alternating between the two, moans spilling from your lips.
his lips shut your moans up for a bit, before pulling away and murmuring, "so pretty bouncing on my cock, like the slut you are." he smiled against your shoulder, placing a kiss against it as he looked at you, babbling and panting. "feel that?" he whispered, pressing down on the bulge his cock made in your stomach, immediately making you start to crumble.
you looked at him, your hips started to falter and grow slower, your legs tired and your thighs shaking as the pressure built up, waiting to burst out. but you tried to keep your pace going, your hands on his chest as you whimpered.
your lips tried to form a sentence, only letting out broken words. "câcum... i needaâ hmph!" you cry out, feeling the vibrations of simon's chuckle. "can iâ?" you whimpered, moments away from crying in frustration.
his lips captured yours once again, making you come undone. you came around his cock, clenching as your thighs tried to close at the feeling; high-pitched moans leaving your lips as you were sent into a fruitful bliss. "haahâ! t-thank you, si!" you sigh, your hips stuttering, still lazily grinding, praying to god that simon finds his release, or you'd probably lose it.
simon groaned, nearing his release as he fucks up into you, your overstimulated pussy weeping and soaking. "m'gonna cum," he exhaled, and at his wordsâ he came, but he planned to cum on your face, his hands making quickâbut safe work, one shot of cum shooting inside your cunt, and when you blink, you're already on your knees, hot spurts of his warm cum hitting your face, your eyes closing. he let out a hoarse breath, "that was fuckin' tits," he laughed, hunched over. his cock started to soften, his hands making quick work and grabbed the cigarette pack and paper towel that sat inside the cup holder. he ripped a piece of paper towel, wiping your face... decently clean, but it was the effort that counted.
your eyes fluttered open to look at him, a smirk on his face as a lit cigarette hung from his lips, his rough hands cupping your face and stroking his thumb across your fucked-out cheeks. "you're one of a kind, y'know that?" he let out a sigh, fixing your clothes back on you, and pulling you up to straddle him again sharing a kiss, which tasted like cigarettes, but you didn't mind. you never had a problem with him and he never had a problem with you. the world revolved around you both and nobody else. his eyes twinkled at the sight of your eyes, and his face softened.
"ditto." you whispered, smiling.
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YOU BULLY! ~ JJK NSFW SCENARIOS
synopsis: they just canât help but bully such a sweet thing like you <3
cover pic credit: @/tyler19844 on pinterest | border credit: @/cafekitsune
luvers <3: afab!reader, gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, zenâin/fushiguro toji, ryomen sukuna
byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18, minors please do not interact (you will be blocked!) | wc: 4.7k
cw: toxic relationships, p in v sex, pussy smacking (satoru), dacryphilia (satoru, kento) , overstimulation (satoru), edging (satoru), pet names (all luvers <3), slight exhibitionism (suguru), gaslighting (suguru), spanking (kento), power imbalance (kento), size kink (kento, toji), manhandling (kento, toji, sukuna), daddy kink (kento), blowjob (toji), facefucking (toji), brat taming (toji, sukuna), mean toji :(, cervix fucking (sukuna), double dicked âkuna <3
A/N: I went crazy with toru & toji #sorrynotsorry :3
SATORU G. -> THE TEASE đ€
To tease or to torture? For Satoru, thereâs no in between. There can be bliss in being teased to a point of torture, and Satoru loves to see you tumble and fall into a pit of uncharted euphoria that has you ready to start crying from pleasure.
A sly sadist in reality, especially when it comes to a pretty little thing like you who saunters and sways around him so delicately, so tantalizingly, basically begging to be touched and bruised by the all-seeing sorcerer.
But when you cry so sweetly for him to ease up, to stop teasing you, to just fuck your brain stupid, he canât help but tease you just a bit more to drive you to the brink of insanity.
âI havenât even touched you and youâre already this wet?â Satoru snickers, pride lacing his words as he stares down at your drooling pussy thatâs just crying for him. He trails his fingers slowly towards your inner thighs, watching you shiver with anticipation and need.
Youâre huffing in frustration, feebly bucking your hips upwards to make Satoru touch you harder, firmer. If you could, youâd shove his stupidly big hand out of the way so you could hop on his dick and fucking finish the job, but it seemed tonight would not play into your favor.
Your clit was throbbing, borderline aching with want and need, and if you didnât get it soon you swear you were gonna startâ
âAwwâyou cryinâ now, sweet girl? Heh, needy little thing arenât ya,â he chuckles, a condescending smile gracing his face as he gives your pussy a small smackâearning Satoru a pretty squeal from your throat that had your eyes squeezing shut.
He wonât lie, he does feel a tad bit bad when he sees your eyes and nose scrunched up like that. A twinge undeniably forming in his chest, but the twinge in his cock made all that sympathy go out the window. It made him want to smack it again, and again, and again.
He dances his fingers along your pussy, rubbing slow, circular motions to soothe your mound and make you hum in appreciation. His hand becoming more and more slicked from your essence, and fuckâhe really couldnât help himself now.
âLike fuckinâ music to my ears baby,â he growls, giving your pussy three more smacks, effectively making those fat princess tears fall down your cheeks as you grace him with a cry of his name so delicious that it fucking poisons him with thoughts of consuming you.
He brings the hand that smacked your pussy up towards his nose, and you can hear him heave a sighâno, a growlâthat could only be described as primal. Your scent alone has him throwing his head back and fisting his cock in his hand; ooohhh no, itâs far too late for him to return to his playfully pleasant self nowâyouâre fucked.
He grips the base of his shaft tightly while lining his cock up with your entrance, but instead of sheathing inside you fully he only dips his tip in and stillsâfucking. stills.
The annoyed groan that slips past your lips couldnât be helped really. Before you could scold him, you see (and hear) him suck his hand clean of your cum.
Groaning deeply from the taste, he gets lost in the divinity of you and inadvertently thrusts his tip inside you further, making you choke out a cry as he closes his eyes to revel in this beautiful fucking bliss.
âjsâ fuckinâ put it in, âtoruâ you snap, panting and huffing at him out of sheer frustration. You were losing it, getting so fed up from his senseless torture that you start debating on finishing the job yourselfâagain.
He was too pussydrunkâforgoing the moment to forever basque in your cunt. You just needed to slide a hand down there so you could pamper your neglected clit but surely enough, your plans become thwarted by the very person inflicting your demiseâagain.
âIf you donât like my teasing, then why are you moaningâ,â he questions, quickly reaching for your sneaky hands and pins them above your head with a single one of his.
ââwhy are you so wetââ he continues, trailing his other hand down the crevices of your body, paying special attention to your most delicate areas. To make sure you were paying attention to him, he hovers his hand over your pussy again as if he were to spank it, not even caring if his dick would get caught in the crossfire.
ââand why arenât you pushing me away, hm?â he punctuates his argument with a sudden and firm thrust of his cock, fully sheathing you so far down his shaft that you can fucking *taste* him. Youâre seeing white, instantly arching into Satoruâs touch, screaming out a cacophony of different versions of his name. All prior thoughts leave your mind at the sudden intrusion, finally feeling some semblance of friction to push you closer to the edge.
And, yet again, he stills.
He grins wickedly, wanting to see what your next actions are. He sees the gears in your head are shifting and quickly rests his other hand on your tummy, effectively immobilizing you to him. Gojo didnât have to look at you to know that you were about to lose it. Whatâs one more push hm?
âDo you think you deserve my cock?â he says, but the long and drawn out whimper that leaves your lips was enough to tell him youâre about to tumble forward and give in to him. The fat tears falling down your cherry cheeks, drool smeared across your face, the small little grunts and stifled moans you give whenever you try and move your hips to feel more of his cock, everything about you told Satoru how much you wanted him.
But he wanted to hear you say it, and he wasnât moving until he gets his way.
âCâmon sweet girl, tell meâdo you deserve it?â
SUGURU G. -> THE MANIPULATOR đ€
Suguru loves an easy target, and itâs even better knowing how sweet this particular target can beâif he sets the pace right.
He makes it seem as if it were your fault that you were in this predicament. Who falls for these sorts of stints anyways? Itâs like you wanted him to take control of you and make you his little plaything.
It was simple enough to get you cornered, noticing your pretty face in the halls and asking you for a helping hand, lowering those charming eyes to meet your nervous ones.
And while he never seemed like a threat towards his followers who were always so enamored by his handsome features, they were oblivious to the way his eyes held a dangerous desire for something more.
âI know you think about me at night, little one,â suguru states, nonchalantly discarding his long robes and placing them on the coat rack next to his armseat. The halls are quiet, his followers nowhere in sight as the morning sun starts to rise. They were sure to come soon thoughâthey always do.
âIâwhat? I-Iâm sorry?â Youâre shocked, completely caught off guard from the suddenly intrusive question.
âI know you heard me well little one, donât make me repeat it,â he chastises, eyes lowering coolly to reinforce his power and authority. âAfter all, why else would you be here? Roaming around the halls at such an hourïżœïżœso eager to help get me settled in, isnât it?â
âHuh?? N-no!! Getoâsir, itâs not really like tha-â
âOh? Is that so?â heâs quick to interrupt you, taunting over your lack of confidence in your own response. You stammer, choking up on your own words. Truthfully, you couldnât come up with a reason as to your promptnessârough night of sleep? First day jitters?
Who caresâyour decision to show up early has landed you here, in this predicament, facing the man you decided to join and lend your services to. He paid well, offered a high per diem rate, and he was well loved. Barely any jujutsu sorcerer outside of Japan had poor responses towards Suguruâat least the ones youâve heard back fromâso what else were you to expect?
âAre you sayingâ,â he starts, grabbing your hips roughly and pulling you down with him to sit on his lap, his body resting against his classic armseat that oversees his followers. Your back pushed up tightly against his strong chest with firm hands stripping you of your shirt, ââyou didnât want to see me as much as them? â
As if on queue, shuffles of footsteps can be heard grace the temple walls, eager chatting spread like wildfire that gathered outside the doors of Suguruâs common areaâright where the two of you were.
Your heart stills, eyes widening as you try to shuffle out of his hold, but his grip is firmâlike steel plates against your lap and hips. Sneaky fingers linger along the band of your bra and swiftly unclasps it, stripping you of it and throwing it aside. A small shriek escapes your lips, but youâre quick to cover your mouth to conceal your noisesâwouldnât want anyone catching the two of you now, or would you?
âShhh now, Iâll give you what you want. Try to stay quiet, understand?â he whispers, licking the shell of your ear as a hand comes up to grope your breast while the other moves down to your skirt, bunching it up to your waist, revealing your pretty panties to him. A slow, steady trace from hig calloused finger against your clothed cunny has you silently sobbing, quiet little shrills of pleasure escape past your mouth and through your hand, and all it does is rile him up even more, pushing you deeper into his web of lascivious madness, âbehaveâdonât make me gag you.â
You shiver, squeezing your eyes shut and grounding yourself back to sanity by reaching around your head and gripping his hair. A soft groan now comes out from suguru, and he takes your newfound boldness as an opportunity to dip his finger into your depths and tests the watersâand fuck did it feel like fucking heaven.
He was touching literal heaven, flustered beyond belief at how simply sinking you down on his fingers has him feeling like heâs going to fucking burst. The sheer feeling of your tight walls constricting around the girth of his fingers has him bucking his hips up in agony, dreamingâyearning for the feel of your pretty princess cunny wrapped around his hard shaft. He trails his opposite hand along the side of your body, molding his grip to your curve as he molds your pussy to his fingers.
âI wouldâve wanted to fuck you from behind, but then I wouldnât get to see those pretty eyes of yours,â he whispers, suddenly turning your body so that you could face him. You see that heâs still clothed, contrasting your naked skin that glows in the sunlight and shines through the windows. Suguru canât help the growl that leaves his mouth, so desperate and needy, as if he were dying from hungerâa starved beast.
ââm not stopping âtil I make a fuckinâ mess out a ya, and I wonât care if you cry. In factââ he paused, cock straining ridiculously in his pants, impaling you back down on his fingers but this time even fasterâharder. He maneuvers his thumb to meet your clit, rubbing nasty little circles on it, wiggling his pinky throughout your folds to caress your sopping lips so tenderlyâyou think you just might pass out.
ââlet me hear you cry out for me, let my followers hear your screams rattle the fucking halls.â
KENTO N. -> THE SUPERIOR đ€
Itâs hardâbeing a jujutsu sorcerer, that is. Curse, after curse, after damned curse until the sorcerer itself gives in, body and mind.
Thankfully, Kentoâs found a way to relieve that pressure, that tensionâyou, his precious subordinate. A kohai, if you will.
While his methods of stress relief arenât exactly considered ethically sound, he just canât help but preen from how willing and eager his precious little kohai is to please him.
And yet, heâd never admit how fucking hard it gets him to see you take his punishments like the perfect little slut he knows you are, even if you did nothing wrong.
âBend over.â
Silence.
You canât quite pinpoint the exact reason behind his anger, especially since it seemed directed towards youâyou just got here!!
âDid I forget to turn in the last mission report? Was I suppose to meet up with him to close out a mission? Oh crapâI returned his book to him right?!?â your brain wracking up a multitude of different catastrophic events that you almost miss his question again.
âIâm not kidding, sweetheart. Bend. Over.â you hear him repeat himself, but this time his voice lowers an octave. His sharp voice draws your attention back to him, and you take a moment to notice his appearance. Heâs rolling the cuffs of his sleeves up to his forearm, girthy veins bulging along his arms that make him seem so fucking huge it has you internally gasping at the thought of how his cock would deliciously ruin you.
The atmosphere in the room quickly shifts to one that the two of you were always so familiar with, yet too ethical to pursue. While you were only a year or two younger than him, being his subordinateâlet alone a kohaiâmade this affair much more dangerous than need be. But work always came first, especially since Nanami was overseeing your skills to determine if you qualified for individual work.
Guess that goes out the window today.
Before he could repeat himself for a third time, you turn your body around for him and lean across his desk, presenting him your pretty ass that was coveredâa present for him to unwrap.
He makes haste towards you, pulling at his tie and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his dress shirt in the midst of his stride. Once behind you, he pushes a hand down onto the middle of your back and thrusts his hips against your plump rear, making you feel the length of his dick through his pants and your skirt. The thrust of his hips and the pressure on your back has your lower body lurching forward and pulls a nasty arch out of your back, further presenting your ass to your sensei.
He rips your skirt offâreminding himself to purchase a new one for you once heâs finishedâand stares at you beneath him. The tent in his slacks painfully reminding him of how much heâd love to ram right inside your sweet warmth, but heâd get to that part later.
Oh yes, he plans to play with his precious kohai first.
âSo softâŠâ he says, rubbing a gruff hand along the flesh of your cheeks. He presses his thumbs deeply into your ass, as if he were trying to massage themâ*prep* them, for the experience youâre sure to endure, âgonna look so pretty with my handprint decorating it.â
Your heart stutters, butterflies flutter down to your core as you shift your weight from side to side. Slowly, you sway your hips to and fro as Nanami continues to palm at your rearâa dangerous dance certain to make him give in and swoon-
SMACK!!
Or not.
The shriek you let out makes his hips jerk forward, a sudden shockwave of pleasure shooting down kentoâs spine that he canât help but rub his clothed cock against your barely clothed pussy. The flimsy fabric hardly providing any barrier between your cunt and his tip, too fucking wet that it just transfers through.
Another smack fills the air and this time you scream out for him, âsir pleaâAGHH!!â
âThatâs not what you call me here, try again,â he snarls, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he lands another sharp smack to your ass, âaddress me, correctly.â
ângh!! mâsorry d-daddyâACK!!â you choke out a scream, your rear starting to feel as if it were burned by a hot pan or iron. Fat tears stream down your cheeks, and while Kento would be sympathetic and give you a breakâhe was too tripped up on the way you cried out so beautifully just for him.
After all, he can feel the slick of your cunt leak down his clothed shaft, staining his pants with a pool of your essenceâpoor pussy so neglected that sheâs crying for attention.
âI know it hurts, sweetheart, but thatâs what happens when you donât do what I say. I told you I needed those jujutsu books back for that convention.â
TOJI F. -> THE BRUTE đ€
Tojiâs always been the kind of man to just push his way through any given situation. A man of sheer, brute strength, it would be foolish for anyone to try and challenge him.
Yet the little brat in you couldnât help but try and chip away at his ego at any given chance, never allowing him to trample over your tenacity.
It piqued his interest honestly, such a small little lady like you was clearly no match for a big brute like him, so why donât you just give in?
Unfortunately for you, that bratty behavior of yours would be your own personal undoing.
âYou better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.â
Now, while his fighting style may seem aggressive and intrusiveâhell, he can be a fucking animal when he gets into the rhythm of it. But with you? He was the complete antithesis. Collected, observant, even mindful over his physical prowessânever wanting to scare you. The stark difference in demeanor on how he treats you can even be noted by Shiu (he thinks itâs cute).
But lately, youâve seemed to be pushing his limits. Taking bigger risks while on jobs, snapping at him over his own fumbles during missions (and gambles), and now you criticize his recent decision (mistake) which led to the two of you losing the lead that promised a hefty sum of coin. It was a fair guess, an âeducated assumptionâ on his part but still, this would have been a huuuge benefit to the two of you.
âPut my mouâyâknow what?? Iâd like to see you fuckinâ try, old man,â you snap back at him, fuming at your colleagues lack of concern over the failed mission, âwouldnât be surprised if you had a heart attack or something.â
The tension in the room was getting thicker and thicker, blurring between the lines of lust and power as the two of you glare at each other, battling for dominance. There was only so much toji could take before he snaps, and that last smart comment of yours is what sealed the deal for you.
He strides to you with intent clear as day, and your eyes widen before you find yourself being backed into a corner by him. He slams a hand against the wall while his other one comes up to grip your chin roughly, jerking your head upwards to look up at himâforcing your gaze back to meet his raging one. His hand was big enough to grip your jaw and neck, fuck he was huge.
A cynical laugh escapes his lips, the way your eyes light up with fire at his actions made him all the more eager to break you down to his pliant princess, âoh, mâgonna make you fuckinâ eat those words, doll.â
He grasps the nape of your neck and wraps his fingers in your hair, pulling you down to your knees, making you face his angrily covered cock. A small groan escapes your lips at his roughness, but your eyes incite a challengeâis that all ya got?
He shoves his sweats and boxers down, not even bothering to take them all the way offâtoo eager to get his dick wet by his fiery little colleague. He gives you a one over, noting how your once cocky eyes now seem to be a tad bitâŠfearful. He almost feels bad for chuckling at your reaction but then again, you brought this on yourself.
âjsâ gonna stare at it, or does this old man gotta do all the work here?â he grips the base of his cock tightly, heaving it up towards your mouth. He smacks his tip upon your lips, smothering them with his precum.
The raunchy moan that left your mouth was embarrassing, but you canât deny how fucking desirable it made you feel seeing his ferociousness over you. His eagerness, abrasiveness, dominanceâall of these pointed to his clear want and desire for you and you alone.
And while you could be evil and tease him for becoming so needy over âhis dollâ you decide to give in to your lust for him.
Opening your mouth slowly, you allow his tip to dance along your pink tongue. Taking in his taste, you coo and push him in a bit deeper, taking him towards the back of your throat. Pulling back up, you suck his cock inwards and focus your attention towards his tip, effectively making him leak more of his yummy essence into your mouth.
Heâs groaning like a whore, taking his other fist and slamming it down on the wall behind you. Heâs lost itâtruly, lost it. Bulldozing his cock further and further down your throat, loving the way your moans and cries become muffled from how fucking huge his cock is. Youâre barely fitting half in your mouth, poor thing.
âFucking choke on it, my filthy fuckinâ cockslut,â he grunts out, gritting his teeth as he watches you take his cock down your throat again, just to come back up and suckle at his tip. You whine around it, sending vibrations that shoot down to his balls and makes his legs fucking shake, âânghh, just l-like that girl, f-fuck!!â
Heâs growling and fisting your hair tighter, unapologetically fucking his length into your mouth as he chases his release. He feels his knees shake a bit at the way you seem to chase after his cock, fighting to take his cock deeper and suck his fuckinâ soul out of it, âo-oohh fuck, mâgonna fuckinâ cum doll, donât stop.â
Even if you didnât have tojiâs hands guiding your face like a fucking sex doll, there was no way in hell you planned on letting up on his cock now. You wanted to get him to cum, too absorbed at the thought of him. Your own pussy dripping with excitement as you hurriedly await for his orgasm to come.
The groan he lets out as he chases his high is unlike anything youâve ever heard from him. You swore that his voice could move mountains with how deep and gritty it was, making your cunt flutter helplessly. You licked his base as you come back up to his tip again, kissing and slurping around it to send him over the edge.
All toji sees is white, all he feels is heat, all he can think of is you and that damned fucking mouth that has him getting whiplash.
He cums in your mouth, surprised at the sudden force his orgasm had over his body. Heâs shakingâconvulsing, fighting to catch his breath as his hand on the wall supports his weight.
âDonât waste a s-single dropâŠor Iâll have ya go again,â he pants, taking his cock out of your mouth. He lets you catch your breath, kneeling down to your level and gripping your chin to catch your attention, âbut then again, youâd probably like that wouldnât ya, doll?â
SUKUNA R. -> THE DEVIANT đ€
All Sukuna has ever known has been powerâking of curses, the most feared being in jujutsu history, the strongest entity in the worldâtitles that indubitably reinforce his ego and pride.
And yet, none of that matters until he gets you to say it. Until he has you under his grasp. Itâs almost as if your words bring truth to the meaning, making his blood boil from how dependent heâs come to grow onto you.
By his logic, this was all your fault. He needed to get his edge backâwhat better way to do so than to go directly to the source?
âLook at you, stretched and trembling so perfectly around your king,â he trails off with a chuckle, loving at how nimble and pliant youâve become from cuming around his fingers and tongue(s) for literal hours. Regardless of the amount of times your king plays with his pussy, it seems Sukunaâs interest in you would never fadeânot like you wanted it to anyways.
âTell meââ he starts, gripping your chin tightly as he sinks his cock deeper and deeper into your wombâhis other cock leaking furiously on top of your tummy, cum gathering on top of your plush crevices that makes him drool like a fucking dog, ââto whom do you belong to?â
âY-you, my lord!â you pathetically cry out, trying your best to hold your gaze steady with his, but ultimately failing and surrendering to the bliss your king provides you. He growls, sinking a finger in your mouth as he gives you a sharp thrust of his hips. You feel his tip touching your cervixâcockhead poking and prodding along the outline of your womb as he tries to fuck through your cervix and into your guts.
âLook at me, now,â he demands, upper lip raising and letting his canines peak out. Your eyes snap open instantly, only to be met with haunting red ones that were filled with a hunger that youâve never seen within him. The hand that has his finger shoved in your mouth wraps around your chin and neck, smothering your face with your drool, making him twitch in your cunt from the sheer depravity of it all. He leans down to your face, licking a stripe up your cheek to taste your spit and bite your flesh, earning a cute little squeal from you that has him chuckle evilly.
Small hands wrap around his thick wrist as a whimper gets pushed past your throat and flows into Sukunaâs head, dancing in his mind and coaxing him to fuck you wildly. He stills his hips, halting the movement of his cock thatâs pushed deeply into your womb, and the way your heart sank to your sweet cunny knowing damn well that this was only the beginning had your clit throb with excitement. You know he felt your arousal tooâa sadistic, shit eating grin that just so happened to form on Sukunaâs face gave it away.
âso mean âkuna!!â you whine, small hands press against his toned stomach, pathetically trying to push him away as a pout forms on your face. He tisks at you, tapping his index finger on your cheek while keeping his grip firm on your chin.
âMean? Iâve shown you mercy when most would have met their measly fate. I let you see me, feel meâremember your place,â his toneâs laced with venom as he reinforces his point by pistoning his cock with reckless abandon, and while his words may have scared people away from him it only encouraged your need to sink your teeth into his soul and be a part of him undoubtedlyâfolie a deux at its finest.
âand what is it? whatâs m-ahh-my place?â you snap back, continuing to take the brunt of his thrusts as you feel your ass start to sting. Heavy balls swinging against your plump cheeks while his other cock starts to pulse against you and as much as you wanted to deny it, you couldnât help but want to please your lords cock.
You wanted to fucking milk him.
âyour placeââ he starts, letting go of your chin to hoist both thighs onto his shoulders. Slowly, he lowers himself down towards you, effectively pushing you into a mating press that will surely end in you getting knocked up by the curse.
ââis to please meââ sukuna grunts, shifting your body down the bed to further hover over you, as if he were a predator leaning over his fresh kill.
ââto worship meâ,â he shifts his hips closer to yours, his pelvis and thighs showing no remorse to your poor, bruised ass and pussy, ââand to be my good fucking slut.â
With that, he slams his shaft fully inside your cunt; the new position forcing you to feel every inch of him with no escape. His cock curves inwards and pushes against your g-spot, ravaging your defenseless cunny, making you howl like a bitch in heat and squirt on the spot. He belts out a laugh of delight, fiending from the sight of you quite literally losing control of your sanity and giving into your king.
âGonna make you fucking work for itâfucking beg your king for mercy.â
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where are the tooth-rotting fluff fics when you need them đ
#iâm barely able to find any fluff fics#2021 tumblr had it better honestly#THE INFLUX OF FLUFF LIKEEE#i was living laughing loving#watch me read pussy blocked for the 28362847th time bc i canât find anything else atm#  đ  đ ( ariacore )
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MDNI/ 18+
Thinking of Shy Choso
Shy Choso who stumbles over his words when he talks to you. How his cheeks blush, how his stomach gets butterflies. Who is so head over heels for you.
Shy Choso who swears heâs gonna pass out when you smile at him, when you laugh at his jokes. Who isnât used to all these feelings welling up inside him the moment he hears your name.
Shy Choso whoâs the exact opposite in the bedroom. Fucking into your throat while you gag around his cock. Tears brimming on your eyes as he pushes his length even further in. Holding your head in place, with his fist in your hair, forcing you to look him in the eyes. âSuch a good girl, knew you could take mall of me in that pretty throat of yours.â
Shy Choso who feasts on your pussy like itâs a gourmet meal. Who is anything but quiet, slurping your wetness, moaning, fucking his tongue in and out of your hole resulting in wet squelching sounds. Who bullies two fingers into you, scissoring them inside of you while sucking on your clit, til youâre screaming his name as your orgasm racks through you, drenching his chin with your juices. âF-fuck, you taste so good, I wanna stay like this forever.â
Shy Choso who has you ride him, slowly at first, so he can play with your tits, rolling the nipples between his thumb and index finger. Grabbing a hold of your ass and digging his nails in until just the tiniest dots of blood form. Pulling you down into a kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, groaning into your mouth as you suck on his tongue. Biting your lip as he pulls away before gripping your hips and fucking up into you, causing your tongue to loll out of your mouth, and your eyes to roll back. âFucked out already, huh?â
Shy Choso who flips you into a mating press, pounding you like his life depended on it. One hand wrapped around your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure. Grinding his hips in circles so his pubic bone gives your clit stimulation. Bringing his lips to your nipple, nipping at it, swirling his tongue around the bud.
Shy Choso who needs to get you to cum again, so he guides your hand down to your clit, and shoves his fingers into your mouth. Who feels you clamp around him while you cum, his fingers muffling your moans as you twitch around him. Who puts his whole body on top of yours as he finally cums, panting, whining, and moaning. Who wraps his arms around you as his thrusts turn sloppy fucking his semen up into your womb. âK-keep it all inside you.â
Shy Choso who goes right back to being shy the next time he sees you, knowing how much you love how heâs able to switch so effortlessly.
(Ive got a major case of writers block rn, working on another fic and got the plot out of the way but the smut is not coming to my brain. Just wanted to write a quick lil thing tho)
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Rough
Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader
Genre: Smut, 18+
Warnings: Cheolâs hands, fingering, spitting, minor pain kink, pussy slapping, teasing/begging, thick dick cheol, unprotected sex, creampie, minor breeding kink, mating press, soft(ish) dom Cheol, strength kink, heâs wearing a watch and his chain, praise
Length: ~2k
Note: an ode to Cheol's hands, and his c*** i needed a cigarette while looking at pictures of his hands for this fic. everyone rot with me @gyuswhore @wonustars @ourdawnishotterthanourday @seokgyuu
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The lights of the TV illuminate you and your boyfriendïżœïżœïżœs intertwined forms resting on the sofa. Seungcheolâs hands busy themselves, fingers digging into the sore cords of muscle twisted along your legs. He thinks nothing of it, focused on the drama unfolding on screen while you focus on the cool metal of his watch licking just above your knee.
He smiles when you jump, the tickle of his fingers sending bubbling laughter into the space between you.
âWhat?ïżœïżœ He asks, as if he doesn't have all your weak spots committed to memory.
âNothing.â you mumble.
âWant me to stop?â
A shake of your head is the only reply Seungcheol needs before he pins your flailing limbs and goes about his business once again.Â
His hands always feel incredible. Theyâre always warm, always gentle despite what lurks beneath the surface. And theyâre always on you, in some way or another.Â
The roughness of his palm or dig of his fingers are second nature after years of them glued to your body. Whether theyâre holding you close or stroking across your cheek as he wakes you with sweet kisses. Heating the small of your back while he guides you in a crowd, or tangled with your own as he whispers his deepest secrets into the dark late at night. You love every part of him but his hands show you a million different ways he feels the same.
You try not to react as he massages up your thighs, the sinew of muscles seizing before they melt under his careful ministrations.Â
Every sigh through your nose is a tell Seungcheol is well accustomed to; what you like and what you love. Because he knows you like when he focuses on the curve of your quad, or the meat of your calves until theyâre putty.
But you love when he pushes his hand under your oversized shirt and stretches the muscles deeper inside until you vibrate with want.
âYouâre not watching the movie.â He whispers into your ear, nose following the curve of your jaw to the place he knows drives you wild.
âI'm a little distracted right now.â
And just like that the thick fingers stuffed in your cunt freeze before retreating. You canât close your thighs to stop it due to the hand pinning your leg down to his lap with bruising force. But he canât prevent your free leg from kicking in protest as you beg him to stay.
Seungcheol pinches the inside of your thigh until it stings, âStop.â
You know that tone. Itâs the one that warns you if you keep going, you wonât get what you want; what you need. Seungcheol isnât a stingy lover but he likes to play and this is his newest game. If you can play along long enough heâll make it worth your while.
âEyes on the TV.â
With a harsh swallow you turn back to the screen. Once your boyfriend is sure you wonât look away, his hand returns, three fingers stretching you at a snail's pace. When heâs worked them all in, no longer cautious of your initial discomfort, he stops; focused on curling up against that spot heâs always found with embarrassing ease; pressing until your legs shake and you actually do start dripping into his lap. If it wasnât for the fabric of your shirt, he could see everything.
The hand on your thigh joins in, the pad of his finger drawing rough circles of your clit. Itâs fast and it's dirty but you keep pretending to watch the TV while Suengcheol does as he wants. Your mind is so numb you donât even realize heâs pushed away the blanket and ruched your shirt up your hips to leave you bare. Not until you hear him spit and feel it land on your exposed clit framed between his fingers.
âFuck,â you whimper, nails digging into the upholstery. âPlease.â
But heâs not done yet. A swift slap to your pussy sends stars in your eyes and your body ten feet in the air if not for the man forcing you in place.
âJust relax, baby.â
You try. And Seungcheol respects your effort because every muscle he worked into submission over the past ten minutes jumps alive under your skin but you sit still in his lap and take what he gives you like he knows you can.
He kisses your cheek before whispering, âI love you.âÂ
Each word burns into your skin, licks through your blood. He loves you, and you love him and all he wants to do is take care of you. So you try and let him even if it means madness.Â
Seungcheol watches you pretend to watch the movie once again, but your mind focuses on the sound of debauchery echoing between your thighs. If you looked down you know what youâd see. The way your pussy clings to his fingers with every stroke out, how they glisten with your arousal, every squeeze; everything.Â
All the teasing is enough to make your eyes gloss. Especially when he adds a fourth finger and tells you how perfect you are, how you were made for him, and if you cum right now heâll give you his cock but you have to earn it.
You want to feel his lips suck around your clit until you're nothing more than an empty shell but youâll happily settle for the swipes of his fingers. Itâs obscene how wet you are and how loud your ruined cunt is over the blasting speakers.Â
âCâmon pretty girl,â he coos into your ear. âCome for me.â
The coil winds and winds until it snaps. All the edges ripple, the world blurs. Every breath hurts from the punch in your stomach forcing bolts of electricity through your nerves.Â
And Seungcheol doesnât stop. He keeps going until youâre crying. Only to kiss away each tear with praise and soft lips. You barely crack your eyes open, watching his fingers disappear between his lips, sucking away the mess before he gives you a taste on his mouth.
Eyes shut and boneless in his arms, you let him push and pull you just the way he wants. Your bodyâs only protest in the exhaustion Seungcheolâs fucked into you with his hands. But itâs not enough to keep you from taking him again.
It never is.
When the jostling stops, you find him kneeling before you. He hasn't bothered to remove his clothes, or yours. Just forces your shirt over your breasts and his pants down until he's bare. Thick thighs frame an equally thick cock you know like the back of your hand.
If your boyfriend thinks youâre beautiful then he is other worldly in the glow of the LED screen.Â
Hands anchored on the back of your knees, you spread out for his eyes only. Seungcheolâs mouth waters at your wrecked pussy, soaked and swollen from his attention, begging to be split on his cock. The drooling tip of his length taps against your clit, sending you deeper into the spiral, each nudge making your muscles twitch until he uses his thumb to catch on your opening and force himself through the mind numbing clench.
Seungcheol goes slow, pressing forward only a millimeter at a time, barely giving you a taste before he pulls back and starts again. If the way youâre positioned didnât prevent you from rushing him forward than the fist around his cock would as he teases you until you're begging and heâs puffing up with pride at how desperate you are.Â
Just when you think heâs ready to give in, almost flat against one another, he pulls out.
âI sweat to fucking god if you donât fuâckkkkkkk,â
Sheathed to the base in your heat Seungcheol finds paradise, dick twitching with every breath. The rough skin of his palms circle your ankles, spreading them up and out of the way so he can lean forward and give you what you want; your pussy stretched to the brim on his cock while he fucks every last thought out of your head.
âMove.â You mewl, barely human, shaking under his weight.
Settling your legs over his shoulders, he folds you in half, freeing the hands you love so much to do as he pleases. One lands just above your head to keep him from completely crushing you and the other cradles your jaw, thumb brushing across your lower lip before he meets you with a kiss.
His tongue glides against your own, fucking your mouth as his hips curl in time. Every thrust forward forces the air in your lungs up your throat to be swallowed by your boyfriend. He strokes you to life, pinned in place, helpless, glowing.
Seungcheol groans as he fucks you harder. âFuck, you take it so well.â
You're shaking, vibrating from the synapses firing through every inch of your being. Chin dipped, you watch him wreck you, creaming around the base of his length like heâs fucked you for hours rather than minutes.
Youâll come like this, without any pressure on your clit; just the delicious drag of his thick cock in your walls, crushed under his weight and entirely at his mercy. Helpless Seungcheol latches his hand you yours, intertwines your fingers, and cants against like heâs possessed.
Eyes rolled as you go limp, you reach for his face and whimper into his mouth, climbing higher and higher until you hit the ceiling. Your hands are everywhere, anywhere in reach as you fail to ground yourself against the wave of pleasure rolling through your veins. And it all shatters with a whimper of his name.
Heâs perfect and heâs yours and you donât know what you did to earn him but you know you could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve him.
You try to break through the noise. But it just serves to make things worse because the only thing the man on top you likes to see more than you desperate for him is you coming on his cock. The arm above your head collapses, sending all of his weight on you, forcing him deeper into your guts until you can taste him on the back of your tongue. The wet clap of his balls against your ass with each rut forward rockets you into the deep end.Â
âShit, shit, shit.â Seungcheol bites into your jaw. âThatâs it. Thatâs my girl. Fuck, youâre so good. So good.âÂ
Itâs blinding, eyes cinched so tight fireworks float in the darkness; Seungcheolâs moans blending with the rush of blood fleeing your brain. Heâs feral with the satisfaction of your orgasm, how you wail beneath him like your neighbors wonât hear and know you have a man who pleases you in every way imaginable. Like you want everyone to know his name.
âCheol,â you whisper, all breath. So quiet he wouldnât hear you if he wasnât dialed into your every move. âWantâŠâ you pant. âWant youâŠâ
Seungcheol presses as deep as he can before letting go; stuffing you with his cum, grinding into your pussy with every jerk of his cock until it spills around where he splits you and slips down your ass.Â
His eyes never leave yours, watching you take every drop of his affection like you were made to. Like he was the one made to give it to you. Even with your thrashing, you never look away.
A final pathetic noise scratches the inside of your throat when heâs done. Seungcheol wonât pull out but he will pull away, yearning to see the mess between your bodies. Cum and arousal smears your bellies, your thighs, the base of his cock still inside you. Eventually he'll pull you up to wash off and you have no doubt the cushion will be beyond repair.
When heâs had his fill, he collapses into your chest, arms twine around your back as he kisses you with every ounce of devotion he can spare. Until you can feel his love down to the tips of your toes and through every last cell in your body.
And because showing you isnât enough, he tells you again and again while he fills you once more in the comfort of your shared bed.
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SLUT ME OUTđ àŁȘ ÖŽÖ¶ÖžâŸ.
SYNOPSIS: Does fucking your bratty girlfriend into oblivion help her fall asleep even when her sleep shedule is shit? Draken says yes! C/W: fem! afab! Reader, established relationship, aged up characters (20+ years old), brat! reader and brat tamer! Draken, pussy spanking, orgasm denial, p in v, unprotected sex (keep it wrapped), tummy bulging, cervix fucking, reader doesn't have a great sleep schedule/implied insomnia, mentions of social media (tiktok, Instagram, etc.), no prep, Draken has a big dick, rip your pussy, MDNI!!!! W/C: about 3k A/N: this is super self indulgent and has been on my mind for the longest time :,)) I won't lie, this particular fic took me a while to write for some reasons, but I guess not every fic can just flow out of my brain directly into my google docs. Also, not proofread and kinda chaotic (?)
DRAKEN had enough. Heâd toss and turn, unable to get a wink of sleep. Next to him laid, or rather sat, you, staring at the bright display of your phone watching the newest videos of your favorite creators. Youâd scroll, switching between Instagram Reels to Tiktoks to Youtube shorts, trying to get your nightly dose of entertainment before youâd cuddle up to your boyfriend and fall asleep. Insomnia was a bitch and Draken knew that you did your best not to disturb his sleep, but it became glaringly clear that your sleeping habits impacted his. So really, it didnât do much for him when you lowered the volume as much as you could, or the way youâd try and stifle your laughter at a particularly funny Reel. He was wide away at an ungodly hour with you, but unlike you, he had to go to work in six hours.Â
âBabe, you should go to sleep nowâ Draken grumbled as he turned around to face you âPhone-time is overâ Draken reached and grabbed your phone from your grip before turning it off and placing it on his night stand. Once Draken turned back to look at you, the street lanterns barely illuminated the dark bedroom from outside. The blondeâs eyes quickly adapted to the dark, and all he saw was your pouty face glaring daggers at him.
âYou canât just take away my phone like thatâ you scoffed at your boyfriend âYouâre acting like my dad. Iâm a grown woman, and Iâm more than capable of making my own decisionsâ Huffing, you tried to reach over the broad man to get your phone back, eager to return to the story time youâve just watched. But youâll soon come to find out that your boyfriend is not the right man to disobey.Â
Draken caught your hand before you could even touch your phone âOh yeah, a grown woman? You?â He looked at you with his sharp onyx eyes. You saw an all too familiar dangerous spark in his eyes, a spark that challenged you to defy him. Fuck around and find out.
âYes, me. Believe it or not, but Iâm my own personâ you exclaimed, trying to sound as firm as you can. This was dangerous territory, but youâve walked that path numerous times and oh boy, did you want to fuck around and find out. Not that you didnât know what would follow - you were certain about what would follow should you keep being difficult.Â
You pressed your thighs together, clit throbbing at the vicious glare your boyfriend threw at you âWho are you to even think you can boss me around?â That sealed the deal, you concluded from the way Draken leaned in closer to you. His gigantic form blocked out the window, the only source of light. You werenât able to see much, but you didnât have to. Draken was so close to you that you heard his even breathing, smelled the faint smell of the shampoo he used when he went to shower prior to joining you in bed hours ago, but most importantly, you felt him. You felt his rough hands on your thigh underneath the blanket, warm fingers pressing into your soft flesh. But most importantly, you felt his breath fanning against your lips.Â
âYeah, you are your own personâ His deep voice rumbles through the darkness of your shared bedroom, sending a shiver of excitement over your body âBut I think youâre giving yourself way too much credit. You may look like a somewhat reliable, mature person, but youâre a brat through and throughâ
His grip on your thigh grew tighter. A mewl almost escaped your lips, but you didnât dare make a noise. You didnât want him to know that you got off to this, at least not now.
âAnd you know damn well I donât like being disrespected. Iâm not your father, but I am your boyfriend and I wonât tolerate this level of disrespectâ Drakenâs voice rumbled lowly, his grip on your thigh as firm as before âIâm gonna give you one chance to look me in the eye and apologize, bratâ He spat out. The way your boyfriend put so much emphasis on âbratâ made you feel tingles inside your stomach.Â
You leaned closer to him, looked him in the face - even when you couldnât see well in the dark, you still knew where to look - and told him with the sweetest voice âNo. Iâm not gonna apologize for anything. I said what I saidâ You were about to ask for your phone back, hoping that would make him snap but you didnât get the chance to. A yelp left your mouth at the stinging sensation you felt on your thigh. You were no longer able to contain your excitement; a lewd moan left your lips as his palm made impact with your thigh. Draken was on top of you, yanking your legs apart harshly, before your mind could even register it.
âShould have known you were being difficult on purposeâ Your boyfriend grumbled into your ear, his fingers tracing lines over your clothed cunt âCould have just told me you want me to fuck you to sleep. Would have saved me my nervesâ
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Iâm not being difficultâÂ
âLiarâ His fingers slipped past your panties. A sinful moan left your lips as Draken teased your clit, rubbing agonizingly light strokes over your throbbing bud. His fingers barely touched you where you needed him the most. A part of you wanted to drop the bratty act and ask - no, beg -Â him to fuck you, but you already knew that it was far too late to act like a good girl for him. So you committed to the bratty act.Â
âIâm not a liar-â
Gasps and moans left your lips as Draken slapped your clothed pussy, making you unable to finish your protests. The stinging pain aroused you even more. You wanted more of him.Â
"What was that? Didnât catch thatâ Draken grinned wolfishly at your attempts to seem unfazed, but your squirming beneath his calloused hand and the embarrassingly big, wet spot on your panties told him everything he needed to know.
âI said Iâm not a liar-â His hand landed on your pussy again. The hard slap sent a jolt through your body, slick seeped out of your pussy and soiled your favorite pair of panties.Â
âHmmm, apologize for lying to me, and Iâll take off your panties for youâ Drakenâs deep, rich voice rumbled âIf I like your apology, that is. Better start begging if you want them offâÂ
âN-No, I wonât apologizeâ the words stumbled out of your lips, unable to come up with a snarky comment. Your refusal to beg would have to do for now.Â
Another hard slap landed on your pussy once Draken heard your whiney stutter. You mewled at the impact, loving the pleasure you feel from the pain. Your clit throbbed against the fabric of your heavily soiled like a second heartbeat, waiting to be touched again; but as if reading your mind, Draken his assault on your poor pussy. Instead, he roughly yanked your panties off your body, so much so you feared he ripped the fabric. You yelped as he manhandled you, pressed you into the mattress and took your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand.Â
You could feel his bulge pressed against your thigh as he yanked your legs apart, making sure to position himself between your trembling legs. Anticipation washes over you; you felt so excited to feel his fingers stretch you out nicely, preparing you to take his thick cock. Youâre already imagining his long fingers pumping in and out, middle and ring finger setting an unforgiving pace as his thumb would be teasing your clit until youâd cream around his digits.Â
Instead of thrusting in and out of your weeping hole, his fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down. Drakenâs rock hard dick slapped against his toned abs. Your eyes have adjusted to the little light coming from outside, the cheap lantern lights illuminating the best parts of your boyfriend as you moved your head, desperate to catch a glimpse.Â
Veiny, girthy, with a big, angry red tip, leaking precum. Your mouth watered at the sight. Oh, what youâd do to have him down your throatâŠ
You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw Draken give his cock a few, firm pumps before his hand moved back to the base, guiding his leaking tip between your folds. The thought of your boyfriend fucking you without preping you beforehand felt both daunting and arousing to you. Remembering the previous times he took you, you vividly remembered the way his dick would stretch you out uncomfortably despite him eating you out and fingering you beforehand. You could only imagine the damage heâd do if he didnât prep you. So, your bratty act faltered as you opened your mouth, and hoarsely asked âBaby, what are you doing?â
Lust filled, onyx eyes met yours as Draken heard your small protests, a scowl adorned his handsome face âTeaching you a lessonâ He groaned as he teased your folds with his tip âSince you wanted to be a brat about it, Iâm gonna put you back in your place like oneâ Without warning, Draken pushed his bulbous tip inside.Â
Tears shot up in your eyes as you bit back a scream, feeling as if you were being impaled by him. You struggled beneath him, struggled to take him fully while he mercilessly forced himself inside you, and struggled to contain your moans bubbling out of your sealed lips. Despite the stretching, burning pain you felt the deeper Draken pushed himself between your walls, you couldnât deny that you liked it. Your clit throbbed as you got stuffed full of cock, begging to be touched, pinched, slapped.
Sweat collected on Drakenâs forehead. He felt somewhat conflicted about not loosening you up properly, feeling that he might be doing too much this time, but the grip your gummy walls had on him made it impossible for him to pull out. He didnât know if it was either the lack of prep or you loving it that made you so damn tight - almost too tight- for him. Draken was sure of one thing though: he physically couldnât pull out. He lacked the will power for it.
Lost in his own pleasure, your boyfriend glanced at your face. The nagging voice in his head demanded to know if you were doing okay. Below him, you were a shaking mess. A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, lips plump and bruised from you biting them, eyes rolled back in sheer bliss and tummy bulging. If heaven was real, it would face in comparison to your blissed out expression, a sweet combination of pained and aroused.Â
âOh, why so silent, brat?â Draken huffed âWhere did your smart mouth go?â He groaned as he harshly thrusted the last remaining inches inside your weeping cunt, attentively watching your face. You werenât able to hold the nasty, loud moan anymore. You tried to hold onto the pillows for leverage, but Drakenâs tight grip on your wrists didnât falter. Panting, you made eye contact with Draken. His scowl has warped into a cruel grin; he looked down on you like a wolf would look at a wounded sheep, ready to devour it.Â
âYouâre so filthyâ Draken mused, chuckling darkly when you turned your face away in shame. His free hand took hold of the bed frame, an action that caught your attention. You squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating a hard thrust out before heâd plunge right back inside you. But he didnât. Instead, the grip on your wrists grew tighter, making you squeal in pain and look at him, glaring daggers at your boyfriend.Â
âSpeak when youâre spoken to, bratâ Draken growled âThis is your last chance. Beg me for forgiveness, and I might be niceâÂ
And despite his threats, he still saw a flicker of defiance in your eyes. He knew that youâd always be bratty to him, and you knew he knew.Â
âF-Fuck youâ you meekly replied back, your voice faltering and shaky. You knew you were screwed when you saw the dark glint in Drakenâs onyx eyes.Â
Wordlessly, Draken pulled out and rammed back inside. The first thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, the ones that followed after knocked your soul out of your body. Draken didnât hold himself back, the might of his thrusts shook the bed you two shared. The old mattress that you two have been meaning to replace for ages let out loud, squeaky noises with every movement. The thudding, the squeaking, your loud sobs and Drakenâs low groans were a guarantee for getting noise complaints in the morning, but neither of you cared; your brain fuzzy from the painful yet delicious stretch and Draken too focused on the grip your pussy had on his dick.Â
Drakenâs balls smacked against your ass with each merciless thrust, heavy and full with his cum. His tip continuously kissed your cervix, which ended up heightening the pain and pleasure you felt. Feeling overstimulated, you knew you wouldnât last any longer and come soon. While drunk on your pussy, Draken was still able to think somewhat clearly. He felt the way your walls grew tighter around him and heard the frantic moans that escaped your lips.Â
So he stopped right before you could come.Â
You whined desperately once Draken stopped moving, trying to grind your hips against him, to create a friction that could satisfy the overbearing heat you felt in your tummy. Much to your dismay, you werenât able to move a lot with your boyfriend pressing down on you.Â
âStop moving or I will pull outâ Draken warned you sternly. He didnât like having to postpone his own orgasm for the sake of teaching you a lesson, so he hopes he has cracked you down enough to drop your stubborn, bratty attitude.Â
A wince left your lips as you heard Draken, your hips stopping their movements. You looked up at him, teary eyed and frowning at his sudden stop.
âYou didnât actually think Iâd let you cum after all the badmouthing you didâ He scoffed, trying to suppress a grin. Oh, how he loved seeing you so needy. He absolutely loved seeing the real you, the desperate you.Â
Youâd be embarrassed by the way your resolve broke so quickly, but you couldnât think straight anymore. All thoughts in your head revolved around cumming on his cock.Â
âPleaseâ you whimpered out âPlease, I wanna cumâ
âNu-huh. Youâll have to do betterâ Draken rolled his eyes at you âAnd you better be quick. I donât have the whole nightâ
And just like that, the dam broke. Beginnings and pleadings and empty promises bubbled out of your mouth, each word sounding more desperate than the previous. Music to his ears.Â
âI will never disrespect you like that againâ You promised, sobbing as you ran out of anything to make him reconsider âI will always listen to you, I will always be obedientâÂ
Of course, Draken knew that you were throwing everything and saw what stuck; he knew you would go back to your antics as soon as you wake up in the morning. To say he was unimpressed was an understatement.Â
âIâll be good. I-I will fix my sleep scheduleâ you stuttered out, growing antsy at the lack of a reaction. Youâve run out of what to say to him to appease him âYou wanted me to fix it, right?âÂ
Draken could only scoff at you. What a pathetic thing to say âWe both know thatâs a lie. You know I hate liesâ Draken could see the disappointment in your eyes âAnd to top it all off, all of those things youâve said are lies as wellâ
âBut thatâs fine. Iâm gonna make an honest person out of youâ With that, Draken slammed his hips against yours, picking up right where he left off. Screams and cries left your lips as your boyfriend drilled inside you.Â
âIf fucking your brains out every night is what will make you be good, I will do itâ Draken grunted between thrusts. Drakenâs pace was unforgiving, his thrusts angled to hit all the right spots. The sudden switch up on his demeanor left you confused, but who were you to question your boyfriend while heâs balls deep inside you?
Drakenâs hips repeatedly crash against yours, chasing after his orgasm. He was usually so patient and kind with you, making sure youâd cum before him. This time, Draken prioritized his own high. So he fucked you like a dog in heat until he emptied his balls inside you with a groan. He shut his eyes tightly as he fucked his cum into you, trying to extend his orgasm as much as he could.Â
His cum shot inside your womb, filling you up nicely; so much so that the tight knot in your tummy broke. You mewled out his name as you came hard, your legs trembling and your back arched at the aftershocks from your intense orgasm. Your eyes felt heavy, and before you knew it, you passed out from sheer exhaustion. Sleeping soundly, you didnât notice Draken pulling his dick out. He could only imagine the divine view of his cum leaking out of your pulsing pussy if it was brighter inside the bedroom.Â
Despite feeling tired himself, Draken pushed himself off your shared bed and went to the bedroom quietly, making sure you wouldn't wake up. After all, he gave it his all to put you to sleep. He returned -womewhat clean himself- with a wet towel and carefully cleaned you up. Your boyfriend silently watched you sleep, letting the previous events replay in his mind before he laid down and covered the both of you with a blanket. As Draken fell asleep, he couldnât help but feel a sense of triumph swell up in his chest. He finally knew what would get you to fall asleep, and he was very much intending at fucking you to sleep every night.
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PLEASE LIKE I BEGGGGG, make a fic based on sabrina carpenterâs lingerie commercial with skims IT CAN BE ANYTHING JUST DO IT I BEGG
espresso â w.m
you come to pick your girlfriend up from her photoshoot. things get a little out of hand in the changing rooms.
pairing â sub!model!wanda x dom!gf!reader
warnings â just pure filth, minors dni or block, usage of 'bunny' pet name
note â anon your wish is granted... this is me taking a break from writing hiwthi to come up with this short fic inspired by sab⊠i am not immune to the pretty blondes
word count â 1008
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âBaby, - ah! - the makeup artists are gonna be b-back, uhn, anytime,â Wanda gasps breathlessly, as sheâs bent over the counter, as youâre three fingers deep into her sweet pussy from behind.
It was a common occurrence to see you at Wandaâs rehearsals and photoshoots, and today was no different. You had come to the studio to shower your girlfriend in love, affection, and a croissant, but then you had seen her in that lacy, lacy lingerie, and then, and thenâÂ
âFuck,â you growl, gripping fistfuls of Wandaâs pretty hair as she squeals and backs her ass into your crotch. Sheâs porcelain, fine china, and you have your tendencies.
Wanda would swear she tried to keep you off her, especially in this sponsored lingerie, because it was a brand deal, and she was supposed to be good.Â
But you were not good. And she liked you that way.
It was a Sisyphean task, considering just how handsy you were, completely disregarding the cameras and flashing lights when you had your eyes set on your girlfriend.Â
There was a momentâs silence when she locked eyes with you across the room, one behind the camera and one in front, and Wanda had to fight battles to not let start drenching the carpeted floor.
Your gaze was hot, molten, searing across her bare skin wrapped up in lace, and Wanda was a pool of gasoline that fed your will. She whimpered quietly, so quietly, when you licked your lips imperceptibly. She wanted it.
No longer had the photoshoot been paused for lunch break did she follow your retreating figure into the emptied changing room, heart pounding and already damp between her legs. It was no secret, then, what had ensued behind closed doors and cameras.
Wanda watched herself in the mirror through lowered lashes. She was being fucked within an inch of her life, bent over and manhandled.Â
Her mascara was messed up, stained, and the rest of her face was no farther from saving. There were tears pooling in her eyes, from how deliciously rough you were being, and her hair was already a tousled mess, all credits to your insistent tugging.
âI know, bunny, theyâre gonna be back soon, hm?â you tease, voice dripping in caramel and honey. Feels like it, too, with three thick fingers drenched in your girlfriendâs slick, pummeling into that tight little cunt like it was meant to be.
Her hair bows are all undone, strewn across the floor. Wanda looks like the fashion of a tainted angel, crafted by your doing. Her panties are undone by the laces and hanging off the side of the counter.
There was just such power you derived, from having the infamous Wanda Maximoff completely bent over in submission, subservient to your command. You just had control over her, had her wrapped around your finger, and in turn you were obsessed to her pretty self.
âGonna be so good for me, yes bunny?â you pant into her ear, groping at her hefty tits through the lingerie. Sheâs so effortlessly babygirl, all wide eyes and pink lips, shy giggles in your ear when you tease her.
When Wanda fails to answer you in due time, you snap the thigh highs against her thick thighs, and the high-pitched squeal she lets out is worth it enough.
âY-yes!â she cries out, jumping from where you snap the material. âBe good for you, promise.â
You rumble your acquiescence, looking at her reflection through the mirror. Itâs immaculate all the same, glossy eyes and glossier lips. âGood girl,â you murmur into her ear, pressed hot and tight against her ass.
Wanda moans lowly at that, arching her back when your palm meets her ass once more. Itâs already a handprint-red, and you didnât want to think what her managers would say during the photoshoot that would continue later.
They should know who she belonged to.
âFuckinâ princess,â you breathe, trailing open-mouthed kisses across her pretty back. Her lingerie is simply the prettiest thing youâd ever set your eyes on, hugging her figure like it was meant to be.Â
At that, you curl your fingers roughly, and the near-scream Wanda lets out is sure to be heard by someone from outside. She comes suddenly, jet streams and white bursts, squirting all over your hand and dripping down your wrist.Â
She whimpers at the sheer impact of her high, bright doe eyes catching yours. âBunny,â you grunt, ramming your fingers into her pussy, not letting up for a second.Â
âGive me another. Your cute cuntâs good for that, right? Coming for me?â
Upon listening to you, Wanda whines again, blonde locks getting tugged on by your impatient hand. Her eyes are watery, so pretty and angelic, and you a carnal urge washes over you to just take what you wantâ
WIth rough movements, you drag her by the hips and spin her around, setting her onto the counter with her thighs wrapping around your torso. This way, your mouths meet in an inferno of heat and lust, your prodding tongue intruding into her mouth greedily.
Wandaâs dragged out moan of your name gets lost in the squelching sounds of your fingers spreading her pussy open. Youâre even rougher than before, if thatâs possible, and it almost seems like sheâs going to be torn within life and death if you go on further.
The second high comes in short bursts: Wanda writhes in your arms, all hiccups and tears, clutching the lapels of your suit jacket with your overstimulated she is, all your fault, all your fault.
âY/N, please, please, pleaseââ Wanda gasps, pleading your name in a mindless chant, flooding your hand. At this point, youâre pretty sure sheâs dripping onto the fucking floor.
She comes and she comes and she keeps on coming, your hands all over her lingerie-hugged body, your mouth whispering sweet nothings into her ear, elevating her to a redeemed paradise.
That night, in the confines of your shared penthouse, sprawled over a King-sized bed with silk sheets, Wanda pays her due. She keeps you up all night â just like espresso.
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#sabrina carpenter#sabrina carpenter x skims#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff x reader smut#wanda maximoff smut#wanda maximoff x you#marvel smut#wlw smut#gxg smut#x reader#wanda maximoff imagine#sub wanda maximoff#bottom wanda maximoff#top reader#dom reader#espresso#espresso sabrina carpenter
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break up with your boyfriend
Yandere trans!fem cheerleader x fem reader
It was so shittily made but I need to pump out more fics or else my blog will die. Thank you all for 1k followers though! I'll rewrite this in the future maybe
Tw: mentions of blackmailing, nsfw, slight breeding kink, batshit crazy girlfriend,not proofread, another oc mentioned!?đș
đEva saccharine has been your girlfriend since she first started transitioning. You helped her style her hair, do her nails, pick her clothes, find good makeup, anything she needed to feel like the real her. So when freshman year rolled in, it came as no surprise to you she fit right in with the clique.
đOfcourse you had your fears she'd choose them over you but that wasn't the case, because she'd make you eat lunch with them and sit on her lap, not so subtly humping your ass while talking all about cheer practice
đïžboys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be her. She just wanted you, to just be the two baddest bitches on the block. It didn't matter if you were just like her or the complete opposite, she gushed over you. Praising you for being her good girl, her sweet little princess, her obedient pocket pussy-
đbut at this current moment? She was busy bullying your insides, forcing her fat cock into your slippery hole as she held you steady by your waist. Biting and groaning everytime she'd feel you squeeze that certain spot on her dick
"fu-uuckkk.. baby cakes, 'yer squeezin' me so goood.. ah.. hah.. you wouldn't mind if I pumped a few babes into your tight cunny right? Wanna be my baby mama?"
đthat made you squeeze tighter, holding onto the bedsheets for dear life. She had you face down, ass up and damn near breaking your back with how hard she was going. Hearing the normally composed and playful eva turn into a drooling pussy-drunk mess had you feeling butterflies, just going plap play plap-
đïžlet's just say, by the end of it, you couldn't walk for days afterwards. But no amount of hickies and perfume would be able to scare away a rather persistent guy. He was on the football team, star quarterback, rich asshole. sam white. Eva hated his guts, he thinks he can just waltz in and steal her bitch? Not on her watch.
đthis little feud had been going on for a while, and more times than you could count you've been caught in the crossfire. Though it was kinda funny, seeing them screeching insults at eachother and bickering. Eva would sassily flick her blonde hair and grab you by the collar of your neck, Dragging you away while Sam hooted and hollered at your retreating form
đyou never questioned her morbid fascination with anything horror or paranormal related. She was just obsessed with regular girl things. wanting you to help her summon a demon once, but you aren't that stupid, making blood pacts with them could result in very unsavory ending's and you quite cherished your soul and body
đïžEva has more than one account on different social medias, pretending to be multiple different people and Stalking your posts. She'd slide into your dms and flirt, seeing if you'd really cheat on her. She's so happy when you instantly block the account, guess you'll survive not being sent to her basement for another week
đshe has the audacity to grab a frilly pink pen and make you wear clothes that purposely shows off what she wrote. In bright bold lettering, Eva's little cum dump ⥠. Maybe she'll let you bring a jacket, only if you beg her really hard with those big doe eyes she loves. She put a collar and leash on you too
đdon't try breaking up with her, she takes 'they go low, I go lower" to another level. Threatening to post pictures of you in rather compromising positions. When did she record all of this? Who knows. She won't refrain from spreading nasty rumors of you that just force you to come sobbing into her arms, if you try and get comfort from somebody else she won't hesitate to eliminate them. Don't you see? She's the final girl, and you're her love Interest
"I told you not to run pretty baby.. now look what you've done. I gotta fix your mess up~.."
moral of the story: be a loyal loving girlfriend and she'll spoil you rotten with her daddy's black card â„ïž
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carnival
this fic is 100% inspired by this edit from rafesins, please go watch and support it on tiktok!!!
words: 1.7k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, dealer!rafe, reader does coke, blowjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control), kinda sex as payment??
âwhat you want, pretty?â rafe asks, already tugging you towards the back room. âsome white, and then you.â you smirk at him, pulling your lower lip between your teeth.
âyeah?â rafe smiles at you, shutting the bedroom door behind you, usually off limits for those seeking some of his stash, but not for you.Â
âhere baby.â rafe tosses a small baggie at you, filled with white powder. you tap it out onto the back off your hand in a jagged line, but it doesnât matter the presentation as you sniff up the coke, barely able to put the rest of your bag in your purse before it hits you.
âhow much i owe you?â you ask.
âyou should know better than that.â rafe shakes his head. âi donât need your money.â you donât bother to respond, sinking immediately to your knees, glad for the plush rug keeping them from bruising. âjust need your mouth.â rafe undoes his belt, allowing your hands to take over and pull it free from the belt loops.Â
âgood thing im a pro.â you make quick work of rafes pants, tugging them down for him to step out of, knowing the night isnât going to end just from you sucking him off.
you rub your hand over his length, the material of his underwear still blocking you, but heâs already hard, was the second he saw you at the party, knowing you would eventually come to him.
âcmon, pretty.â rafe encourages you, his voice soft but you know its not a request, but rather a command for you to stop teasing.
you pull his underwear down, mouth immediately surrounding his cock before its even all the way down his thighs. rafe lets out a moan, not caring who could possibly hear him.
âthats it.â he groans when you suck lower, being careful not to let your teeth accidentally scrape against his length.
âso good.â you mumble when you pull back to kiss at his tip, licking your tongue over his slit to collect any precum that has leaked, moaning when you taste him on your tongue.
you donât savor it for long before sinking your head again, setting up a fast rhythm, pushing his cock all the way down your throat and then pulling back until just his head is between your lips.
your gag reflex doesnât make an appearance, it hasnât since you first started sucking rafe off for blow, gagging only once when you realized how much bigger he was than anyone youâve had before. youâve never made a mistake since.
rafes moans are like music to your ears, the song pumping from the speakers at the party going on throughout the rest of the house also filling the bedroom.
go, go, go, go
head so good, she a honor roll
sheâll ride that dick like a carnival
i done did the impossible
you pull away to blink up at rafe, unsure if its the influence of the song or the drugs in your system mixing with the alcohol you pregramed. âlet me ride you, rafe.â
âfuck, yeah.â he nods without a second thought.
âcum in my mouth first? i do owe you for the coke.â you want to make sure rafe is down for getting it up twice in one night, but he doesnt use his words to confirm, instead wrapping his hands in your hair and shoving your head back down.
you moan around his cock, knowing how much rafe likes feeling the vibrations as he starts to press his hips forward. you stop your motions up on down, covering your teeth and relaxing your throat.
âfuck yes.â rafe groans, thrusting forward while holding your head still, allowing him to fully shove down your throat.
you place your hands on his thighs to keep yourself stable as he fucks your throat, making you even more excited to get inside of him later, to feel him thrusting up into you while heâs on top.
âclose.â rafe warns, your mouth far too good to last any longer, especially not with the promise of your pussy next.
you glide one hand up his thigh, cupping his balls, and its what sends rafe over the edge, groaning out your name as he cums, releasing into your mouth.Â
you suck him gently through his high before pulling off, opening your mouth to show rafe your cum covered tongue.
âjesus, baby, you deserve all the blow in the world for that head.â you swallow before smiling up at him, âthank you, rafey.â
rafe helps you up, your legs a little numb from kneeling down, but its out of your mind as rafe wraps his arms around your waist, hauling your body against his in a strong kiss.
âget on the bed.â you pull away from rafes mouth. rafe is slow in unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers moving slowly as he watches you grab your purse from the floor, inhaling some more of the white powder before you step out of your heels, revealing your perfectly painted white toenails.
rafe licks his lips as he climbs onto the bed, now completely naked as you stand in front of him, moving slowly to the music as your hands run over your body, dress not hiding anything as it fits you like a second skin.Â
you donât tease rafe for too long before you begin to strip your clothes off, revealing that youâve just got a bra on underneath your dress, having forgone panties like you always do on nights out, not caring if anyone sees your pussy.
you crawl onto the bed, watching rafes cock twitch, already halfway hard again just from watching you get naked for him.
âlove these tits, come here baby.â rafe says, his back propped up by the headboard. you crawl onto his lap, hovering your cunt over his cock to tease him as rafe cups your chest, smirking when you jiggles your boobs in his face.
âyou could do lines off them sometime.â you offer rafe, his eyes lighting up as he looks at you.
âdamn, you really work for your free stash, donât you baby?â he laughs. you know youâre going above and beyond, but its not truly about the free drugs and rafe knows it.
you reach between your bodies as rafes thumbs swipe over your nipples, watching them harden before his eyes as you grasp his cock, only having to give it a few strokes before heâs ready to go again.
âclean?â you ask rafe, hoping you can have him without a condom.
âyeah. pill?â he asks you.
you shake your head and tap the side of your arm. âimplant.â
rafe nods. âiâm taking you raw then.âÂ
âdamn right.â you nod, raising your hips to line up your entrance with his cock, sinking down with a soft moan, having to move slowly with rafes cock stretching your walls.
âoh shit.â rafe groans, his head falling backwards against the headboard. âyoure so fucking tight.â
you make a point to clench around his dick, tightening your pussy even more around him before beginning to move, starting slowly as you move back and forth, rafes hands moving down to hold your waist as your hands press against his abs to give yourself some stability.
you lean in to kiss rafe, needing his mouth back on yours as you begin to bounce faster, thighs straining as you ride him.
rafe moans into your mouth, letting you move however you please, knowing this won't be the last time he has you naked before him, not going to be able to hold back now that he's got a feel of your pussy.
âso big.â you coo out, hips moving from side to side, almost in a dancing motion as you ride, occasionally pressing all the way down to grind your clit into his body. you can feel his abs clenching underneath your palms as rafe gasps and groans, making you smile, realizing how good you're making him feel.
you suddenly pull off, making rafe cry out at the loss, but you quickly turn and line your pussy back up with his cock. you place your hands between his legs on the bed and lower your cunt over his cock, ass now facing rafe.
âoh fuck.â he moans, hands gripping your bum as you begin to bounce it up and down, using every trick you have in your book, loving the way rafe feels inside of you, long and thick.
âlove your dick.â you look over to your shoulder to tell rafe. âwant you to cum in me.â
âkeep going like that baby and im gonna.â rafe warns.Â
you smile and face forward to put all your effort into riding rafe, knowing your ass must be bouncing deliciously from the way he grips and slaps at it while you move.
you gasp when rafe suddenly pushes you forward, falling to your stomach as his body covers yours, chest pressing into your back as he cums, lodging his cock deep inside you to release himself, making you shudder as your pussy pulses around him, milking every last drop.
âoh, fuck.â rafe groans, flopping to the side, his cock slipping easily out of you.
you can't help but giggle at his heavy breathing, his eyes closed as his chest rising up and down.
you shimmy closer, trying to keep your thighs squeezed shut to not leak all over the bed. âthat was so good, rafey. can't believe we hadn't done that before.â
ânever gonna settle for just your mouth now that ive felt that.â rafe laughs out, placing his hand behind your head to bring you in for a kiss. âalthough you do have a hell of a mouth on you.â
âwell you'll have to have both because there's no way im gonna stop sucking you off.â you laugh.
âi think that can be arranged.â rafe smirks, sighing when someone knocks at the door, probably barry needing him to keep selling.
âfind me after the party?â you question, sliding off the bed, knowing you'll need to find a bathroom as soon as you leave the bedroom to clean yourself up.
âof course.â rafe nods, standing up as well and quickly getting redressed before helping you with your dress and heels.
someone knocks again and you go to head for the door, but rafe grabs your hand, slipping another baggie of white powder into it.
âyou've earned it.â he smiles at you.
you grin back, pulling him in for one more kiss before heading out into the chaos.
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Yandere Vampire Men x Chubby!Nun!reader
đ Tw; Stalking, Monster-Fucking, Obsessiveness, Somnophilia, Noncon/dubcon, breeding kink (?), biting(obv), harshy grabbing, blood mentioned, virginity-take, the words 'rotten', implied murdering & religious theme. dead dove. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned.
This is a dark yandere fanfiction. if you dont like it then just block me ;) à§âË
àšà§đ thinking abt yandere!vampire!men who is obsessed with chubby!nun!reader. yandere!vampire!men whos freezing heart is now stuck with you. yandere!vampire!men whos colded heart is melting from fluttering once his eyes meet your plump & round appereance. yandere!vampire!men who eats all the other nuns & peoples who talked down on you. no creature ever should tell you what to do or else he'll rip their jaws off and snatched their ribs open. yandere!vampire!men who wants you to be his spouse, he wants you to be with him forever in the dead life! isnt that sound so spectacular my dear? yandere!vampire!men whos hands likes to touch your big ol thighs while you were sleeping, rubbing them softly up and down. at first it was belly, but the way of where he placed his hands is getting lower as he touch your thighs and later on his hands would touch your pussy and rubbing it softly within his fingers. putting his fingers in the middle of the entrance of your pussy lips. yandere!vampire!men who soon enough is inside you while you're half unconscious. whispering in your ears of how he is your savior and later on you'll get to marry him in the after life in which you just nod while your body is basically served his own. yandere!vampire!men who harshly grabbed your waist and stretch it apart, grabbing it so hard you can really feel his claws makes a pattern of it. it was feeling hurt enough to make you yelp until he start to put his fangs into your neck. pushing through your flesh while the blood slowly came out of the holes where his fangs made. slowing his thrust speed as you felt your body go warm and warm, until your vision start to become more and more blur, when your vision was starting to look white as you passed out at the chruch in the middle of the night where you just handed your virginity over someone or some 'creature' that you dont even know about. as your head and vision slowly and slowly become more unconscious, where you heard the creature muttering "finally, you are mine now."
Those Cold-blooded Vampires Are ;
OBITO UCHIHA, RYOMEN SUKUNA, Geto Suguru, Mahito, Nanami, Sasuke uchiha, VLAD TEPES, Hades, Sae Itoshi, Bachira, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, Mikey, Eren, Jack The Ripper, Kuroo Tetsuro, Semi Eita, Tsukishima Kei, Suna Rintarou, ITTO, Dottore, WRIOTHESLEY, Diluc, Zhongli, Kakashi Hatake, EVERY DIABOLIK LOVERS MEN, Buddha, Johan, Tendou, Oikawa & MALLEUS.
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