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#Iâm NOT getting sick#this is just stress it has to be#and honestly most likely is#this pain is NOT real so if I ignore it it WILL go away#fyi to my stomach#I have to go to work tomorrow so get it together#though ironically Iâm sure thereâs probably some stress or not wanting to go back to work involved#ah the vicious cycle#sometimes I wish I could figure out what Iâm stressed about/whatâs wrong with me emotionally#instead of having to do guesswork and learn about it secondhand from my body#delete later
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chat this tea combo is goated jsyk, if u have tummy aches from eat/ng too much or too long ago (too many hrs have passed since last meal)
đŒ chamomile mint + đlemon ginger tea đ”
(just use one bag of each after boiling your water)
#little fyi i dont sweeten my tea as i prefer that but i find chamomile to have a naturally sweet taste#so it helps w passing the ginger and the mint is good for your stomach#f00d log#f00d rec#you can totally sweeten it w something tho don't feel bad just cause u cant have straight up tea#use milk & sweetener if it doesn't worsen symptoms
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Itâs finally dipping below 70 degrees at night and I picked back up the second Franklin Relic Glove!!! Maybe I can finish knitting it by the time itâs cold enough to wear the pair?
#I have beenâŠSO stressed#my stomach has been a MESS#I have a tension headache running from my temple all the way down through my neck and shoulder into my ribcage#the start of the semester is kicking my ASS my momâs been sick Iâm facing big scary life questions like marriage and babies and stuff#thank you tumblr and fandom for existing#seeing you all post and reblog and like my posts sometimes and comment on my fic#and to get excited about knitting a fandom thing#itâs seriously such a balm for me. itâs always a kind and comfortable place I can go to set things down for a bit#so like. I love you all. fyi.#now back to knitting (and watching tennis)
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everyone pls pray that today is better than yesterday bc yesterday was awful
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Im starting to prefer the idea of Kana being 2 years older than Noriel instead of 1 because it just makes sense for their dynamic and I am This Close to aging her up like fr fr
but the only thing kinda holding me back is that my god Im going to feel so bad for her mom but I think I will do it anyway
#fyi Kanas mom right now is 32 years old and Kana would be 14 if I age her up#you do the math#not that when Kana was 13 it was any better tbh and that is by design I wrote it like that on purpose#but still adding yet another year onto that just makes the pit in my stomach bigger#canischat#thinking about Kanas mom for more than 2 seconds makes me viscerally upset
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#tw vomit#vomited at 3pm today after a nap with lil man#and then my upper stomach and back started hurting#again again#fyi i have not had it checked yet because I am dumb#but will try and remember to call my doctor tomorrow đ€đ»đ#anywho#fast forward to 9pm#and i vomit again#so crazy i needed a shower#i got a really hot one đđŒ#so im all better now thankfully đđ»#but wow#oh#also both time i had literally just taken painkillers đ#only once out of the 3 times did it stay down#ajdhjdjks#i have had it with this day#also#thought it was waaay later lol#lil man was tired and ready for bed at 5.30pm so we have been in bed a while#not bad when you feel shit#soo#goodnight#bells be speaking to herself
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day three of going through every possible health issue after going to a church drunk and insulting god multiple times in it. i can barely think (which is why im not posting anything) but my skin has never been clearer and i look ridiculously good. the conclusion i'm drawing is that god is a petty bitch but the demons are making me stupid hot as a compensation
#fyi i did not insult god loud enough for any other visitors to hear. i was not being disrespectful to people#sorry for blasphemy on main. actually not sorry it's what i do#but also oh my god my stomach my poor stomach#raysidk#cw christianity#cw god
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Someone stop me Iâm going to eat this whole bag of watermelon sour patch kids
#My stomach stopped hurting and Iâm about to ruin that#Theyâre really soft and chewy and fresh đ„ș#Also fyi in the middle of nowhere no ntoficatiosn coem through#Not even sure if this is posting#I am in the void
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Rip Harry Crosby. You wouldâve Loved five hour energyâs
#you gotta switch up the caffeine source you can just drink coffee#you do coffee then an energy drink and then a five hour if youâre really desperate#(this is why my stomach lining is so fucked now fyi because I lived like this for years)#Kelly watches Mota
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in the refrigerator light
summary: you are somehow unprepared to run into Logan while on the quest for a midnight snack... in the house you both live in. wc: 1.9 k a/n: to be fair I did warn you that this would happen. I have a few more ideas kicking around in my head, but feel free to send requests if you have any! this doesn't take place during any particular movie, fyi, but you and Logan are both teaching at the school warnings: fluffy fluff, mutant!reader, empathic powers!reader, soft!Logan
You should have been asleep. Even after choosing to stay on at the school past your education, youâd had a hard time shaking habits of the past. It still felt strange to walk freely into professor only areas, and you were always in bed by 11:00 pm every night. Sneaking down to the kitchen to steal one of the chocolate bars you knew Scott had stashed deep in the back of a cabinet felt wrong, but the siren song was too strong to resist.Â
Youâd been quiet, making sure to avoid the creaky stair (third from the bottom on the right) before shuffling into the kitchen. You rubbed at your eyes as you made your way to the proper cabinet. The only problem being that it was much higher up than you remember. It was times like these that made you wish for a more helpful mutation, like telekinesis or at least a few extra inches of height. You struggled for a few moments, on your tippy toes, stretching your arm as far as you could reach before you gave up. You sighed, raking your hands through your hair and making your peace with the fact that chocolate was not in your future tonight.Â
âScoot over, bub.â You jumped and let out a small shriek, before clasping a hand over your mouth. It was rare that anyone got the drop on you these days, your power more finely tuned and emotions tending to be strong around the manor, but your guard was decidedly down in the place youâd called home for so many years. But Logan was an exception to many rules. HIs hand gently gripped your wrist, pulling you against his chest for a brief moment before moving to stand in front of the cabinet. He reached up into the cabinet, the zip up hoodie he wore pulling up to expose a few inches of his stomach before pulling down a few bars of chocolate with ease. He smiled, the crinkles by his eyes more prominent in the low light of the kitchen. You did your best to appear like you hadnât just been ogling him.Â
âHow did you know-â
âScottâs shit at secrets.â He huffed, rolling his eyes. âYou think heâd learn by now to not be such a loud mouth in a house full of people with enhanced hearingâ.Â
Your laugh was quiet, muffled by your hand in the interest of not waking the others. âWell, in that case, I hope one of those is for me.âÂ
Logan shrugged, eyes full of mirth. âWhatâll you give me for it?âÂ
You blinked, unsure of yourself. You werenât used to this Logan, yet. He was usually gruff and reserved, always reluctant to give into the kids in his history class that were trying to derail the lesson with a joke or two. Heâd been playful a few times in your presence, and it almost always made you worried that the other shoe was about to drop. Seeing him in pajama pants and a soft grey sweatshirt only added to the strangeness situation.Â
For the briefest moment, you considered using your powers. A single touch and you would know exactly how he was feeling. It was a blessing and a curse, to be able to be sure of how others were feeling with a single touch. A god-send on intel gathering or stealthy missions, a terrible temptation at midnight alone in the kitchen of the manor with the man you had harbored a crush on for as long as youâd known him. You make to grab one of the bars out of his hand, but he is too fast for you, quickly lifting them over his head. Your eyes narrowed.Â
Fine, two can play at this game. You roll your shoulders back, drawing up your courage. âDepends what you want for it.âÂ
Logan grinned, dropping his arms and holding the bars behind his back. âWell, what I donât want is to be an accomplice in your quest for cavities. Chuckâd have my head if he found out I had a part to play.â Â
âIâm a big girl, Logan. I can take care of myselfâ You grab for the chocolate, but heâs too quick for you. For a brief moment, the two of you stare at each other, the moment charged. You lunged for the chocolate again, but Logan is already halfway across the kitchen, waving the chocolate around teasingly.Â
âLogan, pleaseâ you laugh, following around the island. He cocked his head to the side, smirk playing at the corner of his lips. You were seconds away from stomping your foot and demanding he hand the chocolate over, when his smirk grew into a grin.Â
âAlright bub,â he made his way around the island, depositing one of the chocolate bars in your hand. âYou know I canât say no to you.âÂ
You did your best to tamp down the butterflies that suddenly made a home in your stomach, but his smile was so gentle and he looked so soft, it was hard not to feel a little lovestruck. You snapped a piece of the bar off, and held it out to him. You dutifully busied yourself with breaking off a piece for yourself, ignoring the way that his affectionate gaze seemed to never leave you.Â
âYouâre not usually up this late,â he says, holding his hand out for another piece. You shrug, dropping another section into his hand.Â
âCouldnât sleep.âÂ
âWelcome to the club.â You knew that Logan had trouble sleeping, he was usually the first one hunched over a cup of coffee in the mornings, steadfastly ignoring inquiries into how he slept.Â
âI, umâ You hesitated. Usually offers of using your powers didnât go well. You took a breath, steadying yourself. The worst he could say was no, right? âI could help with that, if you want.âÂ
Logan reached out, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You could tell your eyes were the size of saucers, but you couldnât find words. After a few moments, Logan took a step back, shaking his head slightly. You blinked owlishly, taking a breath to steady yourself.Â
âThatâs sweet of you, bub. But I wouldnât want to tucker you out.â It was no secret around the house that although you had a less physical mutation, it still took some of your energy. Sensing emotions was as natural as breathing, but influencing them was newer, and took much more focus.Â
You pointedly glanced at the clock over the stove, noting that it was well past any reasonable bedtime, before facing Logan once more. âThat actually sounds really nice.â He mumbled something about not wanting to take advantage of you, but the words died in his throat when your hand found his own. You looked up at him through your lashes, hoping that he would be able to see how earnest you were being. âI donât want to force you, but I want to be asleep more than anything, and I can tell that you are too wound up about something to even begin to fall asleep.âÂ
His thumb stroked over the back of your hand a few times, before he stepped around you and led you out of the kitchen. You expected him to turn towards the living room, where youâd caught him âresting his eyesâ a few times in the middle of the day. Instead, he turned right making sure to skip the creaky stair (third from the bottom on the right) and right up to the door of your room.Â
âA bit presumptuous, no?â You asked, before opening the door and walking through.Â
Logan rolled his eyes, leaning against your doorframe. âI was there the first time you tried this. Figured it was best that no one has to pick you up off the floor.âÂ
You felt your face grow hot, remembering the unmitigated disaster that had occurred the first time Charles suggested that this application of your powers was a possibility. Your chin tilted up, doing your best to project confidence. âWell, itâs been a while since then, Iâve gotten better.âÂ
If the lighting had been better, you would have seen the faintest pink blush coloring his cheeks. âRogueâs in my room.â You couldnât help it, your eyebrows shot up near your hairline. âShe and Bobby got into a fight, she wanted somewhere she would be left alone.â His hands were twisting in the pockets of his sweatshirt as he ducked his head down low.Â
âIs that why you were prowling around the kitchen?â He rolled his eyes, but nodded all the same. âWell, do you wanna stay here tonight?â He looked like he was about to object, but you held your hand up, effectively silencing him. âYouâre doing a favor for Rogue, let me do one for you.âÂ
âThought you were already doinâ me a favor, sweetheart.â He protested, all while moving towards your bed.Â
You perched on the edge of your bed, consciously doing your best to keep your heart rate in check. The students always joked that between Charles and Jeanâs mind reading and Logan being able to hear cheaters hearts speeding up, it wasnât even worth it to try and cheat in class. It hadnât occurred to you that if he could hear your heart fluttering, he could definitely hear the measured deep breaths you were taking to mitigate the issue.Â
You reached for his hand, and he accepted it readily. His palm was shockingly smooth under yours, it must be from his regenerative powers. Your thumb gently ran across his knuckles, still slightly red from the training session heâd had with some of the students earlier in the day. You tugged on his arm slightly, and he lowered himself down onto the bed beside you. âI thought that itâs important to work as a team, sometimes.âÂ
âYou spyinâ on me, bub?â You sheepishly meet his eyes, but find nothing but tenderness waiting for you. âIâll try to forgive you.â He drops a kiss on your knuckles, before motioning for you to lay down. âIâll take the floor.âÂ
You tightened your grip on his hand. If he really wanted to, he could have broken away easily. Instead, he paused, eyebrows raised and waiting for an explanation. âNot much of a favor if your back hurts in the morning from sleeping on the floorâ you shrugged.Â
âOnly if youâre sure-â
âJust get in the damn bed Logan.â He grinned, pulling back the covers and slipping into the bed. You followed shortly after, and slipped your hand back into his. The both of you laid in silence for a few moments, adjusting to your new arrangement. You were nice and toasty warm, able to feel the heat radiating off him under the covers. You were in the middle of working up the courage to actually use your powers, when soft snores began to emanate from the other side of the bed. You chanced a glance towards him only to find his lashes gently fanned out over his cheeks, and his chest rising and falling with his steady breathing.Â
After a few moments, you followed him into dreamland. In the morning, you woke up with his arm firmly around your waist, feeling fully rested for one of the first times in your life. Again, you waited for the awkwardness to come, for your face to flush and your stammer to pick back up, but you were left waiting.
feedback is very much appreciated, as Iâve never written for Logan before! let me know what you think <3
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Ok so someone said Pedro is so husband in Gladiator 2 and I was wondering if you would possibly do a Marcus and pregnant!wife fic?! Please đ€
Restless
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A/N: This was so fun to write and I hope you like it! Just fyi, this is not a part of my series Ubi tu Gaius, ego Gaia.
Summary: Being heavily pregnant makes it hard to sleep.
Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader/you (no y/n)
Tags: Pregnant reader, kisses, a general devoted to his wife
Word count: 1k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60543115
Restless
Since entering the final stages of carrying your child, nights in bed have been restless. You lay awake most of the time, drifting off on your side only to wake up not long after with a foot pressing against your ribs. It is a strange paradox how something so unpleasant can offer you comfort at the same time, serving as a reminder that your baby is healthy and strong. Youâll take watching the sunrise each morning if it means knowing that they are well, even if it means exhaustion from the lack of rest.Â
Tonight is no different. You are yet again caught in the realm of the awake, carefully turning over from side to side as you beg God Somnus to show you mercy and grant you some sleep. However, just as your eyes start to flutter closed, you are startled awake by another swift kick to your insides.Â
âYou are as restless as your father,â you speak quietly and with affection to the life within your belly, pressing your hand over the spot. You glance at Marcus as you say it, already aware of how he is stirring from his slumber because the littlest of things can rouse him. After all, he is a light sleeper, old habits making him as vigilant in bed with you as he is on the battlefield.Â
âAnother night on slumberâs battlefield?â Marcus asks while sleep still clings to him. His voice is rough, rumbling through his chest as he speaks.Â
You nod with a sigh, reaching for your husbandâs hand to guide it to rest on your belly. His voice joining yours has woken up the baby even more, and they seem even more enthusiastic in announcing their presence to their parents, âIt seems like your child is preparing for a campaign of their own. Feel.â
âMy child?â He asks with a fond smile, another jab at his palm making him gently trace patterns across your belly.Â
âDuring nights like these, theyâre your child,â you tease lightheartedly and earn a gentle smile, a twinkle in his eyes.Â
âI suppose thatâs fair,â he chuckles quietly but it is interrupted by another spirited kick. He sucks in a breath, talking quietly as if mostly to himself, âEvery time I do this⊠I still canât believeââ
âNeither can I,â you say dreamily and rest your own hand on top of his. You guide his palm over the curve of your swollen belly, âBut theyâre really in there. Feel this. Hereâs their back and this⊠this must be the foot thatâs keeping me from sleeping.â
Marcusâ calloused palm is warm as it skims across your stomach, feeling its way around to picture the growing bundle inside of you. His eyes are filled with uninhibited wonder, a joy that seems to be more frequent on his face after Goddess Juno granted you this blessing so soon after your union. He shifts on the bed to bend down and kiss where he has just felt a particularly enthusiastic kick.Â
âListen to me, little one,â he murmurs softly against your skin, âYour beautiful mother is doing all the work bringing you into the world and into my arms. The least you could do is grant her some rest.â
âI donât think itâs going to happen. I think theyâve inherited some of your rebellion,â you begin but Marcus looks at your face with feigned outrage. He crawls up to hover over you.Â
âTheir rebellious spirit is directly from you,â he argues with a charming smile, palms flat against the bed on either side of you. In return, you reach up to cup his face and drag him down for a sweet kiss. He smells like olive oil and metal from his armor, proof of him being in the sun all day during todayâs training session. He should be exhausted but he kisses you like he isnât.Â
âThen you should know how to tame them just like you tamed me, General,â you bite back with a mischievous expression, a high-pitched giggle interrupting your attempt at an attitude because Marcus maneuvers you onto your side again, this time facing away from him. He crawls up behind you, scooping his arm underneath you so he can cradle your full belly with both hands.Â
âClose your eyes,â he tells you, splaying his hands on you until the warmth of his touch starts to calm everything in your body and mind, âFocus on your breathing. In and out. Slowly like the tide.â
You can feel the gentle change in the room, both Marcus and the baby falling into sync with you as sleep comes knocking for all three of you. He talks in a quiet whisper even on the verge of slumber, his chest rising and falling against your back while your belly mirrors it, âThatâs it. Youâre safe, my love. My heart, my strength, my guiding light.â
âTell me about our baby,â you murmur softly, eyelids growing heavy until you capitulate and close them.Â
âOur baby,â he begins, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, âWill be as beautiful as their mother. When they laugh itâll be with your laugh, and when they smile, everyone will think of you in an instant. Perhaps, they will be granted the courage of Mars. Or perhaps the wisdom of Minerva, a real strategist.â
His hands continue their slow and gentle pattern over your stomach, lulling you even closer to the edge of sleep. You relax further into his embrace, letting his words wash over you as he continues, âAnd as for me, I hope they will inherit my heart. I hope to pass on my sense of duty and purpose. Theyâll be honorable, stand firm, and protect the ones they love.â
âMarcus,â you say without knowing why.Â
âThey will be loved,â he adds as if it is the most true of all, his forehead resting against the back of your head, âLoved beyond comparison, beyond comprehension. By us and even the Gods themselves, and they will never doubt this. They will find it to be as certain as Sol and Nox ensuring each day and night.âÂ
âI like that,â you smile sleepily, barely awake anymore.Â
âMe too,â you hear him say just before sleep finally claims you, his voice a calming echo that tells you heâs telling the truth.
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Kisses Prompts that sends the readers reeling:
(5th, and 7th onee!! omfg 12th one PLSPLS somebody write and tag mee!)
hesitant kisses, but when they part one whispers "do it again. please."
hands caressing your neck or tracing your jaw as they kiss you nuts
their lips on yours, hot, feverish, partly sucking, teasing with their tongue (OMG-)
heated kisses - their hands on your bare skin, yours in their soft hair, lips nibbling, biting, moaning into yours, while heavily breathing after.
"love, don't hide your face, don't.." hands gently removing yours from your flushed face. "you make me fluster." you say, but they kiss you through those words and mumble against your lips, "you fluster me more, sweetheart."
kisses trailing down your chin, leaving love bites on your neck, chest, and all the shyness in between > < feeling their hot, sloppy wet kisses all over ur body, everywhere and beneath your stomach, and above it. :')
"i don't know how to kiss but let me kiss you, and I'll do it just right." (on my damn knees ffr)
moving to gasp for air, but the other still leans in, eyes closed, lips parted, absolutely wanting more!!! a string of saliva connecting each other's lips!!
hugs after kisses, that lasts several heartbeats long, as they nuzzle their face in your crook. kissing there as well, shyly smiling into it. (fyi im single since birth and haven't experienced ANY OF THESE BEFORE.)
"kiss me again, but- mphh"
cupping your lover's cheek. staring into their eyes with a grin before the kiss, their hands curling around your neck, anticipating it.
"lay down, love and let me do you how you deserve it."
#writer prompts#otp prompts#romance writing#dialogue prompts#imagine your otp#writeblr#writing prompts#urfriendlywriter#types of kisses#kiss meme#smut prompts#smut dialouge prompts#writing inspo#writing inspiration#kisses prompts#kissing prompts#first kiss prompts#how to write a kiss#romantic prompts#soft dialogue prompts#otp dialogue#otp writing#otp things#otp meme#otp ideas#imagine your characters#imagine your ocs#imagine your ship#fake scenarios#TAG ME WHEN YALL WRITE GOT IT??
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mess with gatito, get the stabbito
#i love silly shit that's gonna get me in trouble at the office#fyi the entire thing is the length and breadth of my index finger#i could (won't. could tho) prob stab myself in the stomach and not hit anything but skin and fat#pushed out to the max the blade is 31mm (1.2 inches)
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Pairing : Bangchan x Chubby!Fem!Reader
Warnings : 18+ !! CNC, videotaping, somnophilia, established relationship, reader is under a consented medical induced sleep, daddy kink, using readers hand to jerk off, praise, name calling (princess to whore), breeding kink, not proofread, uhh lmk if I missed anything.
Monaâs notes : In honor of my manâs birthday and my blog turning one year old today, hereâs a fic I put together last minute. Please heed my warnings, this fic may be dark and sensitive to some, I have two other birthday fics for Chan that Iâll post later but just an fyi, one of them is dark and the other is just fluff! I hope you enjoyed this fic, reblogs are appreciated <3
He couldnât sleep, he was counting down the seconds until the clock on the nightstand hit 12am. Bangchan knew as soon as it did, you were his. Your body was his to play with for the day. It was his birthday after all, and you generously gave him the go to do whatever he wanted. This has been a tradition between you two for the past 3 years, not just on his birthday, but yours too.
Every year on your respective birthdays, for 24 hours, the celebrated individual was allowed to have their way with the other. Where ever, when ever, and how ever. And the other couldnât say no. Chan, the cheeky bastard that he was, loves to videotape these activities so he can look back on them and plan for next yearâs to be just as good if not better.
You were under a sleep induced medication so there was no way youâd wake up to his hands stroking your clit, or his dick smearing his cum onto your lips.
So as soon as the clock illuminated the bright red 12am, his hands were on you.
He took his time, he had 24 hours after all, his hand glided over your stomach, gripping your bundles of joy with love and devotion. His sweet pouty lips were laying wet desperate kisses behind your ear, whispering sweet nothings that flew past your unconscious self but were picked up by the camera at the foot of the bed.
The thin silk nightgown you were wearing complimented the dips in your body, with nothing underneath, Chan's hips desperately rubbed against your ass, some of his precum smearing onto your lower back. Another perk that came with sleeping naked.
His hands went from your stomach down to cup your cunt, even in your sleep you were wet. The sweet sounds from your pussy only got louder the longer he played with you, his finger doing tight circles on your clit, dragging his hand lower to your opening, slipping his middle and ring finger in just a bit to hear that sweet squelch before going back to your clit and repeating this action again. âSo wet and perfect for me arenât ya pretty girlâ
He put the same two fingers he used to play with you into his mouth, tasting your delicious essence that only made his dick throb harder, âAnd so fucking tasty, all for daddy right? Yeah, itâs all for meâ
Chan took hold of your wrist, and positioned your hands to wrap around his dick, he tightened your grip on him and mimicked your movements as if you were giving him a handjob. His hips lifted off the bed in a desperate thrust each time you reached his sensitive tip. He has a high stamina but the build up to this special day was enough to have made him cum just a few strokes in. His warm cum oozed down to your hand, basically lathering them like lotion.
Chan laid your cum lathered hand on the bed and sat up on his knees near your head, his dick was still rock hard with his warm cum drilling from his tip which he put to use. He held your head in one hand while the other guided his dick to smear his cum on your lips as if it were lipgloss. âYouâll be tasting me for days princessâ
He could just smell your arousal from up there so he positioned himself to lay flat between your legs, maneuvering your thick thighs around his shoulders so your legs were lying limp on his back.
Your breathing was heavy but still deep asleep, Chan internally praised those pills, you were like a doll he could play with right now, no complaints or sounds.
He was right, your pussy was glistening with arousal, he used his nose to nudge one of your lips apart, he could feel your warmth. Your clit throbbing to be touched and worshiped. Chan licked a big slow stripe from your hole all the way to your clit, swearing and moaning your name as he finally got to taste you.
His head followed with the movements of his tongue, eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt you throb against his mouth. His hips rutted the bed, cock still a bit sensitive from his previous orgasm. Chanâs hands were wrapped around your thigh in a way so he could easily reach down to your pussy to pull your lips apart and get even more access to your clit.
The man became cross eyed as you got nearer to your orgasm, his gaze going from your pussy to your chest that was rising and falling faster, he could feel your muscles tense and just as he expected, his mouth was soon filled with your cum, his own orgasm came a second later, his cum getting on his stomach and the bed.
âThatâs my good girl yea, good job doll,â Chanâs veiny hands were full of your stomach, squeezing you along with his praises. His body shifted upwards, keeping your legs wrapped around his hips as he positioned his dick at your opening âcan you give me one more? Of course you can, youâre just a doll made for me to play with arenât you? My little whoreâ
Chan juiced up his dick with your wetness, and teased you by holding your pussy lips together to squeeze your clit and grind his dick over it repeatedly. You were dripping with remaining cum down to your ass and the bedsheets, slick lewd sounds filling the room along with chans soft groans.
Without using his hands, he lifted his hips closer, his tip nudging itself inside your pussy slowly and he watched as your pussy stretched to welcome him, your warm walls so tight it was basically suffocating him and he wanted more. He bottomed out, your lower bodies pressed against each other as his head was tilted back in bliss.
He pulls out slowly, only leaving the head of his dick inside before pushing himself back in. Chan picked up the pace gradually, mesmerized at the sight of your soft stomach and boobs jiggling with every thrust he delivers.
If you were to be watching through the camera, youâd see his tensed muscular back, his hands feeling up on your thighs and hips. If you were to look lower, youâd see and hear his balls roughly smacking against your ass, cum from earlier stretching thin from your body and his with each thrust.
âFuhckk baby..your pussy feels so goodâ chan was on the verge of crying, he let your legs go and leaned into you to intertwine your hands, his forehead on yours.
â âm gonna fuck my babies into you, nice and full hmm? Would you like that? Yea you wouldâ
He positioned one knee higher beside you to get even deeper inside of you, he could feel the bulge in your stomach each time he thrusted and it drove him crazy but he wanted you to cum first. He reached down with one hand to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.
Chan smiled lazily into your cheek as he felt the tell tale signs of your orgasm approaching. Heâd be lying if he said he didnât let a tear escape his eyes as he felt you cum, even in your sleep you were amazing.
He fucked your through your orgasm, and followed quickly after you, his balls tightened as his thrusts became rigged. He didnât pull out, a part of him wanted to go through with his promise of breeding you and getting you pregnant but he knew youâd kill him if he did it without you conscious.
The squelching sound that came from your pussy when he pulled out sent goosebumps over his body, he watched as his cum flowed out of you, down your ass and onto the sheets.
âOne day Iâll make sure none of it will be wasted princessâ
He kissed all over your face and cleaned you up, wiping away the dried cum from your lips and body. He was excited to see your reaction to the tape later on and film even more. After all, itâs his birthday and he had 24 hours to do whatever he wanted with you, wherever, and whenever.
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Hey I donât know if youâre taking requests but if not just ignore this :) but if so could you write a poly!emt marauders fic where readers sick or somethingâs wrong but she doesnât tell them or anyone until she gets semi seriously hurt
FYI your fics are literally my favorites they are so good Iâve been binging all your marauders fics <33
Thank you gorgeous!
cw: fainting, nausea, mention of skipping a meal
(also note: I used celsius because theyâre british, but for my american homies 39.5 is just over 103 degrees fahrenheit)
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Your day has been hazy. You knew you were off before you even left the house, the lazy sluggishness of sleep not wearing off the way it normally does, but you couldnât afford to pay it any mind. Your work had gotten done slower than usual, frustrating for all the effort you put into it. The thought of lunch made your stomach churn, so you had mint tea during your break instead. The joints in your fingers ached from typing. Even now, sitting on the barstool at your kitchen counter while you try and finish up an assignment that really should have been done hours ago, your back seems stiffer than usual. Your bones hurt.Â
âThatâs far too much onion,â Sirius comments from the stool beside you, leaning across the counter to scrutinize James and Remusâ work in the kitchen.Â
Remus pauses in dumping a cutting board full of chopped onion into the pan on the stove. You see him look at James in your periphery, and even without paying proper attention you know something passes between them. James takes the cutting board from Remus, scraping the remainder of the onion in with a knife.Â
âOverruled,â he decrees.Â
Sirius scoffs, leaning back and crossing his arms. âHave fun kissing me tonight.âÂ
âIâd think if weâre all eating it, weâll be on fairly equal footing in that regard,â Remus points out.Â
âYes, equally foul-smelling. So romantic.âÂ
âAngel,â James says as he starts slicing up bell peppers, âdo you plan on working on that all night?âÂ
âAlmost done,â you murmur, trying to ignore how nauseous the smell of all the food makes you. You squint into the brightness of your laptop, typing as quick as you can think. Which is to say, not impressively fast.Â
Itâs your boyfriendsâ day off, and theyâve decided to celebrate the rare occurrence of none of them being scheduled to work by going to the cinema. James and Remus are making dinner first, but the filmâs in just under two hours. You know youâre sacrificing some time with them now, but itâs only so you can enjoy the main event later. Plus, if you stop working, youâre not sure youâll be able to pick up the momentum to start again. You have a creeping sense that at the first opportunity for rest, youâll lie down and never get up.Â
James says something encouraging, and then the conversation goes on without you. You lock into your laptop screen, fingers pressing down upon the keyboard like an extension of your brain, and gradually the sensation of being outside of yourself, your body moving on autopilot while your mind simply fuzzes over, envelops you. Slowly, the world justâŠslips.Â
An odd sound leaves Sirius as he lunges for you, like an alarm that went off without him telling it to. He catches you but not quite, one hand wrapping around your arm and the other fisting in the material of your shirt, stopping you from tipping over only temporarily. James runs from behind the counter to help. Accompanied by a steady stream of curses from both of his boyfriends, he eases you out of your stool and onto the floor. Youâre already coming to.Â
âIs she okay?â Remus asks from the kitchen, and Sirius hears the sound of the stove flicking off.Â
âSheâs hot,â James says, one hand cushioning your head from the floor while the other feels about your face and neck.Â
The quip comes to Sirius naturallyâas usualâbut heâs in no mood to deliver it. Though he trusts Jamesâ assessment, he touches the backs of his fingers to your forehead anyway, hissing at the heat that meets them. Itâs a wonder he didnât feel it emanating from you in the barstool next to him.Â
âAngel,â Jamesâ voice is a coo, gentleness coming naturally to him whereas Siriusâ panic feels hot and dangerous beneath his skin, âdo you feel alright?âÂ
You hum, though it sounds more like a grunt. âMhm.âÂ
Sirius almost laughs. âCome on,â he says, âbe straight with us.â He works two fingers into your wrist to get your pulse, rubbing his free hand up your arm cajolingly. âYou did just pass out, so we know youâre not fine.âÂ
Remus sets a hand on Siriusâ back as he lowers himself to the ground by your legs. A support for them both.Â
âIâŠâ You blink for a couple of seconds, and they wait, knowing youâre probably still out of it. âI guess I feel a little sick.âÂ
James cracks a smile, though itâs tinged with worry. âA little?â he asks, smoothing down the baby hairs at your temple. âYouâve got a horrid fever.âÂ
You sigh. âI figured.âÂ
âYou figured?â Sirius is aghast. He suddenly has a very clear picture of how your day has gone, and it unnerves him. âHow long have you been feeling like this?âÂ
You look wary, and Remusâ hand runs the length of Siriusâ back quickly as he stands. âAlright, letâs move you somewhere more comfortable, yeah dovey?âÂ
You relax a bit at the affection in his tone, and Sirius feels bad about ever making you miss it. This is something heâs never been able to quell about himself. His love almost always manifests roughly. For the most part, you all know how to interpret it, but when youâre vulnerable like this and he can feel you feeling the gnashing teeth of his worry, Sirius wishes he were gentler.Â
James wonât let you walk yourself the short distance to the couch, lifting you in a bridal carry and setting you down with such carefulness it makes Siriusâ chest ache. Remus goes to get the thermometer. Sirius steals the spot beside your head selfishly. Thankfully, thereâs no lingering timidity in your gaze as he combs his fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your ear and trailing his touch down your neck.Â
âYouâve been feeling unwell for a while,â he says, softer this time, âhavenât you.âÂ
You look more guilty than anything, eyes going big and doe-like. âYeah.â
âWhy didnât you say?â James asks, lifting your legs so he can scooch underneath. He rubs the skin above your knees fondly, a small furrow between his brows.Â
âI just,â you sigh as though disappointed, âwasnât ready.âÂ
âWasnât ready for what?âÂ
âTo be sick.âÂ
The scratchy, delightful sound of Remusâ laugh comes into the room with him. âWell thatâs silly,â he says, reaching over Sirius to settle the thermometer in your ear. âIt doesnât seem to be waiting on you, does it?âÂ
âGuess not,â you mutter. Sirius strokes your jaw with his thumb.Â
When the thermometer goes off, both he and James lean in to see, but Remus forsakes them, bringing it up near his face where he can read it. He hums.Â
âWhat is it?â James asks.Â
âThirty nine point five.âÂ
They all frown. Sirius touches your forehead again, just to be sure. Unfortunately, it seems accurate.Â
âWhat are your symptoms, sweetheart?â Remus asks you, settling on the floor beside Sirius with his knees bent in front of him. âDoes anything hurt?âÂ
âI feel sickâlike nauseous, and sort of achey.â A little notch appears between your brows, and Sirius has the impression that youâre finally letting yourself acknowledge your own misery. His gut twists with sympathy. âMy stomach is starting to hurt, but Iâm not sure if thatâs just because I skipped lunch.âÂ
None of your boyfriends even have to say anything. You look abashed enough by their expressions.Â
âI wasnât feeling well,â you say in a small voice.Â
James breaks easily, taking your hand and bringing it to his mouth for a firm kiss. âCanât believe you went all day feeling this poorly and didnât say anything,â he chides lovingly. âWhat did you think was going to happen, hm?âÂ
âI know, Iâm sorry.â Your gaze flitters about the room, landing on Siriusâ eyes for a fraction of a second before itâs dropping shyly to the couch cushion. âIt was dumb.âÂ
âSo long as you know,â Remus agrees with a brief eye-roll. âIt sounds like the stomach flu, so at least it should be better in a couple of days, but thereâs not much to do other than rest.âÂ
Your face pinches unhappily. âIâm sorry for messing up your big night too,â you say, and you look like youâd curl up in misery if James werenât currently using your legs as a blanket. Siriusâ heart gives a little throb.Â
âDonât be,â James says. âWeâre still with you, arenât we? And if we get sick, too, thatâs just more days off!â
Itâs clearly a joke, but you look extra guilty anyways. Your features tighten in a slight wince. Sirius works a hand between your face and the couch cushion, leaning forward to kiss the space between your brows.Â
âDonât worry about it, darling,â he says. âBetter when we can be with you than when weâre busy helping some other poor sap, yeah?â
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If this request makes you uncomfortable or isnât something you want to write, I apologize and please ignore my request!
Heyy! I was wondering if I could request a satoru x reader x Suguru smut? With like, some bdsm mixed in yk. Tying reader up, satoru is a tease, and likes to make her squirm and ask questions he know she canât answer because Suguru is fucking her throat. But Suguru is mean. Mean and tougher than satoru. He tells satoru to stop being so gentle with you, that not only do you deserve rough treatment but you like it. And satoru listens to him, of course. I just want them to run through me like a trainđ
Also same mean geto anon (again lol) Iâm gonna just sign off w an emoji now :3 -đ
Hi Anon!
This isn't my cup of tea, it's my FUCKING jam!!
Summary: Gojo and Geto had been on a two-week-long mission, which hadn't gone as smoothly as Suguru wanted. He was pent-up and frustrated. So, of course, Gojo called you to warn you it might not be a good idea to come over. You, of course, did not heed his warning. The second you get home, you realize that you were screwed.
Word Count: 3,706
Warnings: BDSM, rough sex, oral sex, so much sex, degradation, teasing, the smuttiest of smut
A/N: Good God, Satoru x Reader x Suguru is my weakness!! I put my whole heart into this. Geto Suguru, teacher AU, is my kryptonite!
Part Two
She Likes it Like That
âY/N babe,â Gojo said in a hushed whisper, âyou probably shouldn't come home tonight.â
You cocked an eyebrow, looking away from the first year's training. âI'm sorry, did you just tell me not to come home. . .to our apartment?â The world âourâ came out like acid.
Gojo sighed overdramatically. âDon't say it like that. I'm trying to save you! Suguru is in such a bad mood.â You listened to him walking around. âI sighed out loud when I noticed the last of my mochi was gone. Fuck you for that, by the way, and do you know what he said to me?â You pinched at the bridge of your nose, waiting for the rant to continue. âHe told me to shut the fuck up! For sighing!â
âWhat did you do to piss him off? Oh, and just an FYI, I bought you more mochi, asshole.â
âOhââ silence, âthank you-Iâm sorry, please don't return it.â
âSatoru! Forget about the mochi. What happened to Sugu?â
The mission your partners were sent on did not go as planned. Their hotel had flooded; it was not like they had time to consider sleeping. The higher-ups sent them to an abandoned mountainside village full of cursed spirits. Poor Suguru had to swallow dozens for nearly two weeks. Gojo had enough; he couldn't stand the pained expression on his face as he gagged the last spirit down. So he decided to Hollow-Purpled the entire village.
The second they got back, the higher-ups scolded the hell out of them. Chastising them, complaining that they didn't do a good enough job. After all their hard work, the time they spent away from home, from you. Those bastards dared to complain about their hard work. It sent Suguru into a terrible mood, one that was bound to end with either a fight or someone getting fucked into the mattress.
One thing about Suguru was that when he was pissy, things felt out of his control. He needed to take control back. Which meant he wanted to have sex. He would be rough, really rough, tying either you or Satoru up, not letting you go until he had calmed down. Or if one of you was fucked too stupid to continue, his eyes focused on the other that wasn't tied up.
âSo please, just stay with Ieiri tonight. I'm going to lock myself in my room. Last time he was this pissed off, the both of us were so sore we couldn't move.â
âUgh, fuckinâ whatever.â This whole situation wasn't fair. You hated how your boyfriends were mistreated.
âYeah, just stay theâoh, hi Suguru.â There was a shuffling in the background. âNo, I wasn't talking shit.â Satoru nervously laughed. âLook, Suguâno, put down the ropeââ
âToru?â Panic for your boyfriend sank into your stomach.
âHey! Wait a secondâSuguââ
Before any other indication of what was happening came through the receiver, the other line cut off. So you quickly yelled to the students you had to leave and took off. By the time you made it, you were breathless from running and realized that in your panic, you left your keys at work.
You picked up the spare key hidden under the doormat. Just as you were about to unlock the door, it flew open. You slowly blinked, looking up at a very irritated Suguru. The man radiated gloom and tension. He was in his sweatpants, and his hair was tied in a messy bun, and, dear God, he looked pent up.
âWhy the fuck are you using the spare key?â
âI-I uhââ
âOoooh~ there she is~!â a hand gently rested against Suguruâs shoulder as Satoru peered down at you from behind your dark-haired boyfriend. âThere's our girl!â
It only took a moment to see that Satoru mirrored Suguruâs frustration and anger. Oh fuck. The key fell from your hand as you took a step back. Suguru was demanding and rough when he was pent up. Satoru, on the other hand, was a tease. He liked pushing you, making you cry. Both of them being in a pissy mood simultaneously, this was a nightmare for you.
âY-You, I thought you were in trouble!â
âOh yeah, no.â Suguruâs soured face slowly twisted into a smirk as Satoru licked his lip. âBut you~?â Suguruâs hand darted out, grabbing you by the front of your shirt, preventing you from moving further back. âYou're royally fucked.â Before you even had a chance to respond, Suguru and Satoru grabbed you, yanking you inside.
âAwe~â Satoru hummed as he trailed his kiss up the bare thighs he lay between. âLook at you~ trying to clamp your thighs shut.â Gojoâs fingers were buried deep inside of you. Finger fucking you to the edge of yet another orgasm he would deny. âBut you can't, can you~? Suguruâs got you all tied to the bed, spread out for us to use you.â A muffled moan escaped you. âHuh? What was that princess? You gotta use your big girl words.â Satoru tilted his head, cupping his free hand around the back of his ear. âOooh! That's right, you can't talk when getting your throat fucked.â
You gagged as Suguru's cock hit the back of your throat. He was quiet, his eyes shut in concentration. He looked so fucking hot, so focused on the feeling of your mouth. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he pulled in and out of your mouth, grunting softly as you hollowed your cheeks. But the more Satoru spoke, the more Suguru knitted his eyebrows.
âI bet you want me to stuff your pussy, too, don't you~? You want to be spit-roasted between your two boyfriends?â Your pussy twitched at his words. âOooh~!! Your cunt just twitched. Is that what our sweet girl wantsââ
âSatoru,â Suguru snarled, âshut the fuck up.â
âWell, excuse the fuck out of me. Y/N likes it when I tease her.â
Suguru tsked, pulling his thick cock out of your mouth. You gasped and coughed, spit and precum coating your chin. Between your pants and the gasps for air, Suguru went to what you thought would be a head pat. Instead, his fingers tangled in your air with a hard yank, pulling you up to look down at Satoru. His face was flushed, cerulean eyes wide as he looked between his two partners.
âLook at the fucking slutty face she's making.â The grip on your hair tightened. âYou think she looks like this because of your pitiful teasing?â A shaky moan escaped you as he tightened his grip harder. âNo, she looks like this because this little slut likes it rough.â
Fuck, you wanted more, to run your hands over Suguruâs arms, to grip his cock, urging him to keep fucking your throat. You were desperate to trap Satoru's head firmly between your thighs, forcing him to kiss and lick your clit. Instead, you weakly tugged at the purple restraints tied to both your wrists and ankles. Suguru had set up the rigging underneath the mattress, making it impossible for you to move. Meaning if you wanted his cock back in your mouth or Satoruâs tongue inside of you, you had to wait for them.
What made it more frustrating was the fact that you were completely bare. Not allowing you to hide the way your body reacted to Suguruâs dirty words. He was telling the truth. And the truth was behind your body's reactions. Gojo could see it in the way your tight entrance clenched around his fingers. He could feel your pussy drip around him, your wetness running down his knuckles. Suguru was right; you did like it; no, like wasn't the right word.
You fucking loved it.
Suguru could see the wheels turning in Satoruâs head as his eyes glittered with lust and excitement. âSatoru~ do you finally see it?~â The way Suguru purred his name had Satoruâs cock throbbing. âYou see why she came home, even though she knew sheâd get fucked?â
âYeah, yeah, she's a fucking slut.â
âYeah, she is.â A sharp tug on your head made you yelp. Suguru grinned, cocking an eyebrow at you. âYou want it rough? Want me to fuck your throat so hard you cry, pretty girl?â
âY-Yes, please.â
Gripping his cock at the base, Suguru slapped his thick meat against your cheek. âThat's a good girl. Now open up.â slowly, you opened your mouth to him. Watching your tongue slip out had his tip angry, throbbing red. âNow,â he smeared the beading precum over your bottom lip, âsay ah~.â
âAhh~â The second that sound left your pretty mouth Suguru shoved his cock in your mouth. Your eyes stung as tears filled your eyes.
Satoruâs fingers had stopped their slow movements inside of you. His mouth was dry as he gulped. Suguru had been rough before, but this was a whole new level. His thick fingers wrapped around your Y/H/C hair, holding your head in place. His hips pull back before slamming forward, his ass clenching with the force of each thrust. Blue eyes slowly trailed over to your face. Your eyes were red, big tears slowly down your cheeks, and your throat was fucked. Satoru swore he could see Suguruâs tip bulging in your slender neck.
This was fucking hot. Suguruâs bare back glittered in the low light of the bedroom, a sheen of sweat beaded over his toned muscles. It was like watching a god fuck a mortal Suguru radiated a dominating power as he watched their girlfriend choke and gag on his cock. Satoruâs cock was so hard it fucking hurt. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his throbbing shaft, jerking it slowly as he leaned down, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs.
The gentle kisses had you sighing contently around Suguruâs cock. Looking over his shoulder, Suguru sighed as he watched Satoru. His pink tongue was stuck out, gently teasing your damp folds. The sensation had you sighing around his dick, and that was not what he needed right this fucking second. Suguru wanted more; he needed it to relieve the tension in his shoulder. But that relief, the release he needed, wouldnât happen, with Satoru teasing you like he loved to do.
âSatoru,â Suguru's voice was rough, âI just told you Y/N likes it rough.â
âUh-huh~â Satoruâs voice was muffled as his face buried in your pussy, making you whine around the cock buried in your mouth.
âYouâre not being rough enough.â Satoru pulled back, making you whine in protest. âOh, Iâm sorry. Do you want to come down here and eat Y/Nâs pussy while I get my dick sucked?â
âNo.â The cocky smile that was beginning to form on Satoruâs face was suddenly gone as Suguru reached his free hand down, wrapping his fingers in soft white hair. âI want you to fucking eat her cunt out like you fucking hate her.â Your eyes rolled back as Satoru was slammed back down into your pussy. The moan that left his mouth vibrated just right against our clit, making you cry out. âAh~ fuck yes.â Your cries vibrated around Suguruâs cock, just the way he wanted. âThatâs it, Satoru, keep it up.â
âMmmmph.â Finally, having a picture of how Suguru wanted him to act, Satoru found himself motivated. Again, it might be because his boyfriend was tugging and pulling at his sensitive hairline. Yeah, that was motivating him. Fuck you like he hated you, he could do that. He was just as pent-up as Suguru was.
Fingers slammed inside your pussy, fucking in and out of your tight hole with a force and speed that had you crying out in pleasure. Your moans felt so fucking good, and the more you opened your mouth to cry, the deeper Suguru fucked your throat. He hit the back over and over again, his hand pressing firmly against Satoruâs head, pushing him harder against your clit. The two of you moaned while your mouths were being used; the sounds of whimpers, squelches, and gagging were like a symphony to Suguruâs ears.
Out of all the ways for him to relieve his stress, this was by far his favorite.
âHahâfuck keep that up, Satoru, bring her right to the edge, then stop. I want her cumming with both of us inside of her. Fucking her so rough she has to call out of work tomorrow and Friday.â The thought of that had you pulling on your restraints. âOooh oh, you like that? You like knowing the two of us will make sure you canât walk or talk tomorrow?â Your muffled moans were quickly molded into gags as Suguru roughly fucked your face. âYeah, you fucking do, you nasty little slut.â
Your mind was spinning as you felt yourself climbing closer and closer to your orgasm. The room was so hot and reeked of sex. It was all you could do not to allow yourself to cum right then and there. Satoru could feel it, the way your little swollen clit throbbed against his tongue, how your walls clamped down on his fingers. He wanted to send you over the edge. He was close to following you as he fucked his hips helplessly into the mattress, wishing it was your wet pussy instead.
One orgasm wouldnât hurt, would it? You had been so good to them, allowing the duo to drag you into the house, strip you in the entryway, and tie you to the bed. Plus, on top of all that, they had left you alone for two weeks. You had to rely on that stupid vibrator Suguru insisted on allowing you to keep. That stupid toy was nothing compared to his tongue. Which was probably why he was bringing you to a mind-blowing orgasm in under three minutes.
Yeah, he was going to let you cum.
Curling his fingers up into your g-spot, Satoru fucked you as fast as his wrist would allow. Suguru instantly knew what was happening. From the way your eyes shut to how loud you were moaning around him, you were seconds away from cumming. If he was in a better mood, he might have allowed it to happen. Unfortunately, he wasnât done with you yet.
âStop.â Suguru scolded, pulling Satoru away from your dripping sex.
Both you and Satoru made disapproving groans as your orgasm slowly faded out of sight. âDoesnât she deserve a treat? Sheâs been so good!â Satoru whined, licking your juices off his lips.
âI agree. Y/N does deserve a reward. But you need to give it to her in the roughest way that you can.â Suguru pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to catch your breath. âLook at it this way. We get to blow off the steam while we make up for making her play with herself for two weeks.â
âHuh?â Those words struck a different chord in Satoru, and his cock twitched.
âY/N, sweetheart, how often would you say you played with yourself when we were gone.â
You swallowed at the air greedily. âI donât know, seven, maybe eight times.â Both your boyfriends shuddered, hearing the hoarseness of your voice.
âAnd out of all of those times, did you cum as hard as you do with us.â
âNot at all. They were all baby orgasms.â
Suguru shut his eyes, nodding his head. âSee, Satoru, not only does our little slut like us rough and demanding, but we have to make up for those eight little orgasms.â When the dark-haired man looked back at Satoru, he saw a flash of white before your scream of shock and please bounced off the walls.
Suguruâs eyes were slightly wide as his brain tried to catch up with what his eyes had just witnessed. What he saw was Satoru balls deep inside of you. His thrusts were sloppy and needy, and fuck you looked as stunned as Suguru. One second you had been empty, pussy craving a cock deep inside of it from the denied orgasm. In the blink of an eye, Satoru was fucking into you more brutal than heâd ever fucked you before.
âI fucking told you, that toy was nothing compared to us.â Satoru snarled against the crook of your neck, digging his teeth into the sensitive skin. âFucking stupid toy, not pleasing my girl.â
âOh myâfuck, holy fuck!â You cried out, mouth wide open. Giving Suguru the perfect opportunity to get back to fucking your throat. The bittersweet taste of pre-cum had your mouth watering. He returned to the brutal pace he was in several minutes again.
âShe needs that Satoru. What if we get sent on another long mission? Sheâs just supposed to suffer?â The thought of that had Suguru tilting his head, bangs falling in front of his eye. âYou know what, I think you might be on to something. If we take her toy away, then weâd have to fuck her even harder the next time we get home.â
Satoruâs teeth sank harder into your neck as the tip of his cock slammed almost too hard into your cervix, making you scream around Suguru. âExactly. Let me use reversal red on it, Y/N, please, baby.â You started to shake your head in a desperate plea to let you keep it. But Suguruâs cock in your throat made it impossible to do so. âWhat was that? Oh, right, you have your mouth full.â His lips moved against your pulse as his fingers dug into your hips. âGuess weâll just have to say the way your clamping down on my cock is a yes in our book.â Your eyes darted up to Suguru, who had bought you the toy, for help.
âMhmm fuck, yeah, Iâm pretty sure she just hummed an âuh-huhâ around my cock.â
You wanted to argue, to fight against this rash decision, but you felt so good it was almost impossible to care. You were screaming around Suguruâs cock. Tears streaming down your face, leaving behind trails of mascara. They were both being so mean and rough. God, it was so fucking good. Who cared about a clit sucker when your throat and pussy were being fucked into next week.
âSheâs close.â Satoru cried out, his balls slapping against your ass. âOh fuck sheâs hugging my cock so tight Iâm going to explode Suguru.â
With blurry eyes, you glanced up at Suguru. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes shut tight. âI know, oh fuck I know, Iâm so close, Satoru, donât fuckinâ stop, make her cum, make her cum so hard.â Both his hands grabbed your face fucking your throat roughly as Satoru cried out, his hand pressing roughly on your clit, rubbing it in fast circles.
That was all that you needed. You cried out, squirting all over Satoruâs crotch, abdomen, and the mattress. Your orgasm set a domino effect between your boyfriends. Suguru followed behind you, his body hunched over you, his hands gently squeezing your head as he filled your mouth full of his thick cum. You weakly tried swallowing all of it, but that was somewhat difficult as Satoru extended your orgasm.
His thumb continues to rub your clit until his face scrunch up, mouth open in a feral growl. Satoru's orgasm hit him like a punch in the gut. He fucked all three of you harder, closer to oblivion. The headboard slamming against the wall as the restraint dug into your wrists was the only thing grounding you to remain on Earth. Satoru didnât let up on the rough thrusts until he felt his cum dripping around his cock onto the bed.
The throbbing pain in the back of your throat, deep inside of your pussy was all the confirmation you needed that your boyfriends had fulfilled their promise. Never in your life had you been fucked so roughly. But it was a pain that you warmly welcomed.
After coming down, Suguru was the first to move gently. The rough hands that had been holding you in a vice gently held you as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth. âLay down.â His gruff, gentle voice whispered as he helped rest you against a pillow.
âOh fuckââ Satoru lifted his head off your shoulder, âI havenât cum that hard in a while.â He was so slow, pulling out of you, grimacing as you cried out. âSorry, fuck Iâm sorry, baby.â
You shut your eyes, listening to Satoru getting out of bed. You could hear water running in the bathroom as gentle fingers began undoing your restraints. âYou did such a good job, Y/N,â Suguru whispered. âSuch a good girl for us.â His praise had you humming happily as he made quick work of the rest of the ropes.
âSuguru, letâs order in, yeah?â
âYeah, that sounds good.â
The next half hour was a blur of warm happiness. Satoru helped wash your body in a bubble bath before Suguru joined you, kneeling next to the tub, lovingly stroking your face and hair. After you were cleaned up, your hair brushed, and pajamas on. You crawled into your bed with fresh sheets and relaxed. Satoru and Suguru fluffed your pillows and brought you a cup of tea for your raw throat. When your dinner arrived, the three of you sat in bed together to eat as a B-grade horror movie played on the television.
After eating, Satoru left to throw out the take-out containers. âMmm, thank you for letting us do all that,â Suguru said as he crawled into bed after his shower. âThat mission, it was rough.â
âIâm always happy to help.â Your voice cracked, making Suguru frown. âStop frowning,â you flicked his forehead. âI like it rough.â
The bed dipped, and Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist. âY/N can handle it. She is dating the two strongest, after all.â Both you and Suguru scoffed, relaxing in the growing silence. âOh, by the way, Y/N.â
âYeah?â You yawned, snuggling into Suguruâs chest as he turned the bedside lamp off.
âDid you bring home my mochi?â
In the dark of the room, you heard a thump and Satoruâs whine before Suguru pulled the three of you closer to him. âSatoru shut the fuck up about the mochi.â
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