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Madam.
Synopsis. Your clan leader husband only wants one thing - an heir.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! JJK men, BRĂEDING, creampĂes, talks of heirs, theyâre REALLY pĂșssydrĂșnk, cĂșmplay, exhibĂtionism (Geto, Gojo), the elders, use of âmaâamâ and âmadamâ, overstĂm, making him shoot BLANKS, matĂng presses, chokĂng, true form Sukuna, dp, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. If this doesnât post Iâm living up to my username.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Madam Zenin
âPlease-â Tojiâs panting out in ragged heavals, teeth sinking into any raw inch of unclaimed skin down the tender column of your neck. âPlease- t-take-â
And he canât even finish his sentence, canât even finish his staggering gasp when his toned hips thwack like he was going painfully out of control.
With a leering groan, his strong arm slams! down to grasp desperately onto the headboard overhead, mouth dipping thoroughly drunkenly to press wet peck after peck onto your lips.Â
âOh- oh-â He thumbs urgently down the side of your bulging folds to coat each and every one of his thick digits in a sheeny gloss of white. Eyes drooping half-shut when heâs popping those sopping wet fingers into his mouth. Tasting. âOh, look at that- sâlike sheâs jusâ begging fâme to hngh- fill her up all over again, ma.â
âT-Tojiââ Your nails claw angry red pathways down his flexing deltoids, in a way that Toji would let only you do. âDonât know if a-anymore will fit-â
âB-but arenât ya gonna give me an ah- heir, madam?ïżœïżœ
With a roughened grunt, heâs jostling your limp legs to lock up even tighter around his neck, the sloppiest mating press heâd even manhandled you into. Baring such a feral grin that makes you realize within your heady mind that neither of you just might be making it out of tonight alive.Â
You donât even know how it started - didnât have a clue. One minute youâre at another stuffy clan gathering, speaking with a few other clan leaders from across the country; and the next, Tojiâs all but dragging you towards the closest bedroom in your estate.Â
Rotund knees slipping and sliding across that ever-growingly sticky pool of seed dawning on the silken blankets.Â
But Toji canât even bring himself to be disgusted, no, he wants more.
âFuck- fuck fuck fuck sâtoo deep- hngh-â
âNo-â he chokes out throatily. âSânot deep enough.â
Shakily, heâs splaying out his greedy fingers about halfway across your stomach, swiping across for that familiar nudge where he can feel his swollen tip glide wet gushes of swelteringly hot precum across your bruised g-spot. Where he was knocking into your very womb-
âThere.â And without any warning, heâs pressing down - hard. Mean mouth dropping softly in awe at those saccharine sweet dredges of his cum drooling down your thighs, drip drip dripping in thick ribbons to paint a creamy ring around his reddened base. âN-now ya have space, dontcha, doll?â
One of his calloused palms slides down to attach to your squirming waist. âDonât- donât run away, maââ And you swear you could hear his rumbling baritone crack ever-so-slightly at the very end of his words. Hips sloppying up the very insides of your thighs with every harsh smack! âHavenât f-filled up this cute cunt all the way yet- ah h-havenât oh- fucked a baby into ya.â
The rounded edges of his digits swirl in such a sultry way around your soppingly wet clit, leaving tiny swats! that make the puddle of cum and your sweet, sweet slick splatter. Â âS-see, so much of it gone to ah- waste. How am I s-sâpposed to show off to those fuckers who my pretty hngh- wife is. The pretty momma of my heirsâ?â
Your bleary eyes snap open, a broken whine on the very edge of your heavy tongue. âS-so this is what sâall about- you were j-â
But his rummaging thrusts are too much. Inch after girthy inch being fed into your drooling pussy, you could feel his voluminous loads of cum sloshing around your gummy walls. Clinging to you so syrupy - and Toji couldnât stop.
He didnât even know if he could cum again, whether it was possible. But fuck, if he wasnât going to try.
Dark brows scrunching together in ecstasy, strands of his soft hair sticking to his sweat-simmered forehead. His body hunches over with such a sensitive gasp, skin burning when heâs feeling his fat, cum-filled balls squeeze. Once. Twice.Â
Driving him mad.
âY-yeah so what-â heâs grumbling out gutturally, and his eyes roll to the very back of his head. âShit, hate those m-meetings. Hate those no-good bastards.â Teeth tugging on your wobbly bottom lip, â-so what if I wanâ show off- to have you so round and- and glowing that they know what I did, ma?â
The thought is enough for him to bark out a drunken bout of laughter. Humorless. Sleazy. Over and over where heâs rummaging at your melty insides. âTheyâll know theyâll know- oh, th-theyâll know how I made ya mine.â Smearing a wet glide of seed down your throbbingly neglected clit. âHow I hngh- f-fucked a baby into ya. How sâme that filled ya up- all me-â
And itâs just about all it takes for you to cum - for him to cum.
But Tojiâs so fucking hypnotized by your heavenly pussy that he barely even realizes at first. Just letting his entire hulking body shudder with a trail of violent shivers, bowing enough to graze that raised scar of his positioned on his lips against yours. Soft. âGonna be the clan momma- hngh- clan ah-â
Scratching back and forth back and forth back and forth- while heâs cumming blanks.
Angry, sobbing divot at the very end of his length shooting out wispy little beads of white. Again. And again.Â
Youâre seeing stars behind your eyes and Toji- Toji might just be seeing heaven. With you right there, his pretty angel.
And he feels your skin underneath his sharpened canines. Biting into the crook of your neck so hard it was like he was out for blood.
âMe-â he giggles. Giggles. Shamelessly bringing forth two rude fingers to pry open your whiny mouth, âMe me me me- every other clanâs gonna see you and- hah- see me-â Punctuated with drippingly wet ruts of his hips, not even thrusts anymore. He didnât have the sanity. And he spits a wad of honeyed saliva right onto your taste-buds, â-because youâre mine, arenât ya, madam?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Madam Nanami
Nanami thinks he might just be drunk - hypnotized - anything and everything thatâs keeping him from paying attention to the important clan meeting currently at hand.
And of course, it was utterly your fault.
âMy loveâŠâ Nanamiâs deepened voice hums lowly in your ear from behind. His thick fingers curl roughly around your waist, holding your shifting hips in place. âWeâre at a meeting.â
Youâre batting your lashes as the haughty elders speaking over each other, sounding so utterly unapologetic when you leer smugly up at your husband. âWhat? Mâjusâ getting-â And he can only suck in a shudderingly sharp gust of air when you grind your ass down even harder on his lap, dragging your sodden panties up to where he was rock-hard. â-comfortable, Ken.â
Over and over. Your puffed-up pussy lips positioned just above his fat, weepy head.
Itâs been like this for too long now. And Nanami could feel his sanity dancing away, he could feel it building up within him. He was going to-
His drunkenly half-lidded eyes veer down at you, and you catch the way that his stern jaw clenches. Gritting through clenched teeth, âYouâre going to be in trouble, maâam.â
âSo what?â
SLAM!
And itâs like Nanami couldnât stand up fast enough, couldnât shove your pretty body down onto the cool mahogany urgently enough. One hand of his long fingers curled around your throat, the other flicking towards the door, âAll of you out. Now.â
Not even bothering to look towards whether or not theyâd scrambled towards the door before your seepingly soaked panties are pulled just enough to the side.Â
He grunts, âPrettyââ
Barely even a split-second later before youâre being stuffed with inch after veined inch of Nanamiâs girthy cock. Heâs letting his head fall backwards, a leering dribble of drool placing down the corner of his lips already, toned hips snapping forwards at the clingy push and pull of your slobbering cunt.Â
And it feel so unfairly good when he sinks in with a few ragged breaths, so unfairly heavenly-
âSpit.â Nanamiâs choking out, mouth falling slack, sculpted front pressed down bruisingly at your back. Keeping you stuck pinned underneath nothing but him and his mercilessly pressurized jackhammers. And you do - saccharine sweet saliva hitting his tongue- âFuck fuck fuck, you feel s-so-â
And the clan leader canât even bring himself to be embarrassed, canât do anything but slur out a staggered mantra of your name over and over when thatâs all it takes for him to cum.Â
Voice lilting up to a pathetic pitch, every wavering gush of seed having his head lolling. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, he heaves.Â
Far from finished.
âCanât- canât believe I-â The back of one of his thumbs comes to dredge up the gleaming white sheen of cum, and heâs going wild with the honeyed taste on his tongue as soon as heâs sucking. âOh, were ya th-this wet throughout the entire ah- meeting, my love?â
You shiver at the way his still-fattened cockhead was nudging you open, the stretch so maddening. Your cunt so tight. âM-maybe-â
Smack!
And itâs like heâs thoroughly drunk on your pussy already when his soft palm splays out across the sting on your ass, gushing out in another sticky ribbon of seed down your g-spot. And another. He couldnât stop- You can feel it swiveling slowly around your elastic walls.Â
Fuck, just your tone makes his hefty balls squeeze, so tight and painful with every stingingly wet thwack! thwack! thwack! against your cunt.
He hauls you upwards like some ragdoll with the vice-like grip around your throat. âTh-thaâs not ïżœïżœïżœnough, darling-â heâs purring, nosing down your neck. âThe m-madamâs gotta use her ngh- big girl words, no?â
You feel those tufts of blond scratch teasingly against the fat of your ass, rummaging the swollen length of his cock down every nook and cranny he could reach - every single one. Thump thump thumping! furiously against all of your tenderized sweetened spots. âCâmon now- tell me. Tell me what ya want so badly.â
âP-please-â Your mouth slacks in awe, âWant you to cum inside- to bre-â
Because Nanami Kento would give his madam anything. Anything.Â
Even if that has him pummeling his achingly hard cock into your even further, deftly covering your mouth with one of his palms. Heâs huffing out in a feverish puff against your ear, âMhm- did s-so well- now let your hngh- husband take care of it now, honey-â Kissing down the side of your forehead, he hikes up one muscular thigh to drivel his cock into you sloppier. Wrenching out loud squelches. â-letâs hear what this p-pretty pussy has to say now- letâs letâs hear-â
He was out of control.Â
Oh, heâs like a broken record, fighting with every shred of will left in his hunched-over body to stop his babbling mouth.
Pressing gentle kiss after kiss all over your face, fingers at your neck tightening. While his hips were rattling off the most mean crashes into your g-spot.Â
âI thinkâsheâs saying-â Nanamiâs dark groan sends shivers down your spine, hissing through his bared canines when your back arches even sluttier. Jostling at the perfect angle for him to pool the trail of milky cum dribbling from your soppingly wet lips onto two pads of his fingers, a glistening gloss all the way down to his wrist. And, this time, heâs plugging the creamy wads back into your overly stuffed cunt. Bullying. Stretching. â-thatâŠâ
Shit, he was going to cum again.Â
You felt too good. And he swears heâs going to marry you all over again.
âWh-what-â youâre crying. Begging. Knees weakening to such an extent that your husband was gladly supporting your full body weight with one big beefy arm wrapped snugly around your waist. â-tell me, K-Ken-â
Ah, he truly was nothing against you.
He rasps in a low whisper against your ear, â-that I wanna make ya a pretty momma, my love.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Madam Geto
âEasy, girl, easyââ Getoâs silken purr made your thighs just quiver, gasps stuttering in your throat. âYou could think of it as jusâ you nâ me.â
And heâs batting his dewy lashes down at you - his wife - shit, just thinking of the word was enough to have his cock twitch animalistically inside the very depths of your snug cunt.Â
Glissading his soft palms underneath your thighs to spread them even shamefully wider, making you keen at the utterly mean way he was folding you into a full nelson - all for them to see through the bedâs half-opaque curtains. The elders. The council. His pearly white teeth sink into your ear lobe, eyes drooping more and more close-lidded with every one of your squelching clenches. âOrâŠwe could give âem a show?â
Ah, truly, this was Getoâs least favorite part of the marriage initiation - being watched on your wedding night. Or, at least, it was.Â
He feels drunk on your pretty pussy already when heâs rutting up in mindless, languid drags of his hefty cock down your velvety walls. Filing up every free inch of space inside your snug cunt with his swollen cock - every free inch.Â
Youâre sputtering out at his ragged pace, squirming down sultry gyrations against his defined hips. âW-wanâ to give them a show, Sugu-â
And oh that was enough to have your all-new husbandâs eyes rolling to the back of his head, to have his humorless bout of laughter ring in your ear. Dangerous. âThe new madamâs gonna be the death of me, g-gorgeous-â
He was already planting pound after pound on all your most tender spots, fucking away like he was addicted to the lewd smack of skin-on-skin. Loud enough to drown out those low mutters from around the bed. About to lose it if he couldnât feel the smoothened drag of your elastic walls massaging down his veins for just a second-
âReally wanna give âem a hngh- sh-show?â Getoâs echoing against your ear, still in utter disbelief at those filthy, filthy words spilling from your sweet mouth. Slender fingers glide across to your puffy clit, pinching. âThen how aboutââ Fucking heaving for air, scrambling to prattle out coherently, â-ya show âem jusâ how the next Geto heir is made.â
His hips are stuttering up at an almost inhuman pace, long locks splaying out into those plush pillows. Shit, the only thing keeping his head still held up was the sight of you down below.
The way your ravaged pussy lips were bulging around his fat girth, struggling to take him entirely even after so long. But swallowing and swallowing so greedily that it made his throat dry, eyes blinking open desperately to catch the way his twitchy balls smacked your drooling cunt.Â
âThe next h-heir?â The words are just now registering, and just about all you can do right now is let your head loll backwards to graze a wet kiss along Getoâs blooming pink lips. âMâgonna make ya a d-daddy?â
Fuck- he rams his hips up thoroughly. Stuffing you full of so many of his staggering, solid inches that youâre being fucked stupid.Â
âYes, maâam.â Geto pants out, and you feel his curvaceous pecs heave up and down with each of his ragged breaths. â-g-gonna let me make you a pretty hah- momma, arenât ya?â Craning his arm around to press onto your womb, smear his palms through every inch of skin he could reach. âLet me f-fill ya up? Have you all hngh round nâ glowing fâme? Pretty- gonna be s-so so prettyââ
God, his voice was so hypnotic.Â
But no one was thrown into a more feverish desperation than Geto himself.
Heâs letting plaster a pussydrunken grin at the stares around your sweat-slicked bodies - some wide, some downturned, all shocked at just how completely he was ruining you.Â
Ruining himself.Â
Because soon enough shaky babbles are wrenching out from his lips, unsteady. Needy. âMakes me wanna m-marry ya I swear-âÂ
Planting his two feet flat on the bouncy mattress to ram his weepy cockhead in rummaging swipes even faster, head whirling at every gushing clench. He leaves teary, overstimulated kisses down the side of your face. â-make you my hngh- wife- my madam. Make you the m-mother of my heir.â
Youâre giggling, barely-lucid yourself. âMâalready your ah- wife, Suguââ
Fuck-
He didnât think those would be the very words to send him over the edge - hell, he didnât think his orgasm would be crashing into him this hard, either. Good, it felt too good.
Because you melty walls mold around him so tightly that Geto whines at how difficult it was for him to be spearheading his fat cock into your gooey insides. So cozy - and then youâre gushing.
Making his overworked, achy mouth fall in awe at the sheer way your dripping cunt was coating him in seeping wet waves of your juices. Glossing him in a translucent sheen - so fucking heavenly that he almost doesnât realize that heâs cumming.Â
Pouring out thick stringy wads of his seed that french kisses the very bottom of your pussy. Thereâs so much of it that Geto can feel his swollen balls jolt, a swirling coat of cum creaming down his shaft.Â
Oozing out slowly, in a way that makes his mouth water, âYouâre rightââ he breathes. So quiet, so broken that it takes a second for your ringing ears to hear him. He chuckles, â-so now mâonly b-behind on givinâ you my ah- heir.â
In a split-second, his powerful reflexes are pinning your back flat against the soft mattress, puffing out all the air out of your lungs with just how greedily he was shoving you. Your legs thrown over his shoulders, sliding at the perspiration, his cock smack! smack! smacking right on your clit.Â
Geto tilts his head towards your initiation audience, grinning. âBetter keep yer heads down while I f-fuck the future mother of my ah- kids. Or Iâll kill ya.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Madam Kamo
âF-fuuuuck-â Choso really canât help the way that his rawly red lips fall slack, he really canât help the way his eyes droop even more pussydrunkenly lower. On his knees. Tongue lolling out to drag roughly across your sopping wet folds. âMight jusâ be addicted, babyââ
Your fingers thread even tighter into this long, sweat-dampened strands of hair. Tugging, pulling - but no amount of force could ever stop Choso Kamo from French-kissing his way to your clit.Â
âCh-Cho you have to be oh-â youâre cut off with a sudden surging moan. Frantically covering your mouth with your free hand when he wraps his lips around your sensitive nub and sucks. â-t-to be quiet. Weâre gonna get caught.â
That tiny inkling of rationality in Chosoâs syrupy mind knows that maybe the chambers of his childhood estate wasnât the best of places to utterly ravage you.Â
Knows that maybe - just maybe - he should tone down those honeyed squelches being reeled from your sopping wet cunt. Push back the rasping ah! ah! ah! resounding at the back of his throat, if he didnât want to be caught by the rest of the Kamo clan.
But oh, you just tasted so good-
âC-canât help it, babyââ the clan leaderâs whining, teary lashes fluttering up at you. Shoving you weakly standing against the wall, pouty mouth twisting into a delirious smile, â-why did you have to g-go nâ act all motherly with hngh- Yuji.â
Shit, those drawling words almost hurt Choso to be able to wrench out. They threw his mind into such a syrupy state, and had his swollen, achy cock twitch with another ribbony ooze of translucent precum. Drip! drip! dripping through his yukata and onto the tatami floor.Â
With a pathetically broken whimper, heâs gripping on tight to the fattened hilt of his shaft. Hissing at the stark coldness against his swelteringly hot length, âShouldnât h-have done that oh- shouldnât have-â
He was addicted.Â
Burying himself in so deep that Choso doesnât even need air right now. Nose meshing against the very top of your drooling pussy lips, chin grinding against you with each trail of his scorching hot tongue back and forth back and forth back and-
âSh-shit, Cho-â youâre gasping, back arching in such a slutty bow. â-that i-is what this is all about?âÂ
It was. But right now he couldnât even think of describing exactly what those tiny, domestic gestures did to him. How itâd awoken such a deep, primal part of himself.Â
So instead, heâs jostling one of your weakening thighs up onto his broad shoulder. Roughly attaching the pads of his fingers onto your wrist, tongue only growing more hypnotically hungry. âLove you-â he spits into your pussy. Wet, sopping wads of spit that connect in delicate strings all the way down to the lower half of his innocently flushed face. â-love you love you, my madam. Love you so-â His noble cheeks hollow around your clit, â-much. Hgnh- love you- what a p-perfect momma youâd make, babyââ
And then suddenly your ears feel like popping when your body wracks with waves of your orgasm. Over and over youâre cumming on Chosoâs pretty face and heâs loving it.
Guiding both of your trembly hands onto his head, he makes you drag your slobbering cunt all down his features - using him.
Wrist aching with just how fast he was swirling his thick thumb around his rotund head, up and down up and down.
âYeah- yeah-â his words are hoarse little whines. Eyes half-lidded shut at the gushing waves of your saturated slick, heâs blowing sloppy kisses around your winking hole. âUse me- use me. A-anything for you, baby- please- sâmore babyâ my wife-âÂ
It practically hurts to pull away.
And your dripping pussy is left with the final vibrations of Chosoâs disappointed moan- before heâs surging up unsteadily onto two feet.Â
One of his massive palms resting greedily underneath the globes of your ass, hoisting you up to kiss the very edges of your swollen folds with his fat cockhead. Gliding across a see-through glisten of precum before heâs cumming.
âFuck.âÂ
âShhh, q-quiet, baby-â
Choso wrangles his fingers deftly around his thickened base, biting down hard on his lower lip when he squeezes out dripping wet load after load onto into your sloppy entrance. Fucking his hand ever-so-slightly to just milk out more and more, âC-can I put it inside, baby? Please, baby?â His babbling mouth drags against your own, not even capable of managing a kiss right now. â-wanna fill you up nâ make you allll mine, yâknow? Wanna- please.â
You let out a honeyed giggle, smoothing down the big fat tears thatâd started to roll their way down Chosoâs eyes. âOf course, you can. No n-need to be shy, Cho.â
And youâre barely even finishing your sentence, the words only halfway registering Chosoâs hazy brain before heâs plugging you full of his circular girth. âG-god jusâ being inside sâmaking me hngh cum again.â Streaming out whatever dredges are left of his cum-filled balls. âPlease- give me an heir- please- a lil baby-â
Itâs trailing down the end of your puffy slit, and Choso canât help but gasp a sharp inhale when heâs pooling the milky dribble on his fingers. âD-do you think this got you p-pregnant, baby?â
âMaybeâŠâ youâre humming in that smug tone that does anything but wonders for his sanity. âMight hafta hah- try it out again jusâ to make sure, donât you think, Mr. Clan leader?â
Thereâs a sudden clack! as heâs dropping to his knees, barely even giving you a second to realize anything before Chosoâs ravenous mouth was heated on your messy cunt once more.Â
Dragging his tongue across the milky outer layer, so filthy. Every pearlescent bead pooling on his tongue - and he just spits it back sloppily onto your cunt. Depraved.Â
âB-be quiet fâme, babyââ heâs hushing you in a drunken soothe. âGotta make space.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Madam of Curses
âKunaâŠâ Your babbles are music to the kingâs ears, and he can feel his sleazy grin plastered all over his face already. â-I-I wantâŠâ
Smack!
âNow, what have I told ya, brat?â The sharpened lengths of his black fingernails brush up on your plump clit. Sukunaâs rumbling warning blooms such delicious clenches of your gummy walls around his jostling cocks, forcing him to hold back a moan, âIf ya want somethinâ, donât stutter.â
Well, Ryomen Sukuna would give you the moon if you so much as glanced at it with want - stutter or not. But times like this made his swollen tips twitch to tease those irritated mewls out of you.
Youâre stubbornly wrapping your trembly arms around his hulking shoulders, just barely able to wrap around his muscles. Glassy eyes narrowing, âI want a baby, Kuna-â
Fuck, you might just have broken him. Youâve finally defeated the strongest sorcerer in history. Because those very words spilling from your pretty lips have his chest heaving with a deep inhale, his entire body bowing when his angry cocks gush excitedly inside of you. Smearing your melty walls with wave after dangerous wave of his steaming hot precum.
âWh-what?â heâs hissing through clenched canines, devilish red eyes honing in on you as if you were his next meal. Hauling your body all the way down those silken sheets, until heâs spearheading his rotund tips right into your cervix. âDonât talk outta ya pussy, woman.â
âB-but itâs true-â youâre sobbing at this point. Batting your lashes at him in a way that he knew you were pulling out your dirtiest tricks. â-dontcha hngh- want an heir, baby?â
Heir.
Oh, fuck. Heir.Â
Just the word has Sukunaâs head throwing backwards, snarling growls ripping from his strangled throat when his hefty balls clench in excitement. Just the word enough to get him to cum, but no-
âNo.â His hot breath blankets your face, and before youâre able to bare him with that glossy pout of yours, Sukuna sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. Pulling. âI want two.â
And itâs like something snaps.
Because in an instant, heâs flipping the two of you over, until your snug cunt was filled to the brim with both matchingly hefty cocks. Sliding down, down, down. Sukunaâs creeping one of his large hands to your thighs, nudging them even more shamefully open.
Heâs gifting the curve of your ass with a stinging swat, grinning, âIf ya wanâ my heirs s-so badly then ride me for it, brat.â
And fuck, Sukuna underestimated how sheerly eager youâd be, shuffling your hand precariously onto his bulging pecs. Bouncing up and down on the rock-hard upright curve of his cocks like you were addicted to it.
God, he could feel those hoarse whimpers bubbling up into his throat. He could feel the way his heavy lids were fluttering shut every time your velvety walls constricted tightly around his girths, swirling around in wet gyrations.Â
And he finds it in himself to laugh - laugh, âOh- oh god, I shoulda done this hngh- sooner. Soo much sooner-â Running those pinkish strands hastily out of his eyesight to drink you in even better, âWoulda b-been able to see what a cockdrunk slut the madam of curses becomes fâme, isnât that right?â
All you can do is nod pathetically, and heâs gesturing his head much the same way in a half-mocking sense. Simpering, âMhmâ really wanâ me to fuck- fill you right up-â Running down one of his palms across your abdomen, â-here, right? Want to get p-pregnant on my cocks, brat? Should jusâ said so sooner-â
Sukuna canât stop now. He doesnât even know when it started but right now that slurring nonsense was tumbling out of his slack-jawed mouth faster than he could register it.Â
Rutting his hips up like an animal to plant pound after pound into your already battered insides, rummaging around his fat cocks.Â
One of his mean thumbs comes up to massage over that inflationary little bump where he could feel himself spearheading into your g-spot and your cervix. At the same time. âJusâ like this, heh- j-jusâ like this but yer gonna be ngh- so much rounder, s-so much-â And one of his globular divots weep a stream of milky precum. So close. â-fuller. Gonna give me t-two, huh? Two brats- a girl and a boy.â
Milking himself for all that heâs worth, itâs impossible not to get absolutely hypnotized by the sultry grinds of your hips.
Itâs all that he can think about right now.
Sukuna feels his tongue loll out - both of them, much larger one veering from that slit on his stomach to drag sloppy stripes up the areas of your puffed up clit. Rolling over the very peak, âNgh- gonna have y-your pretty eyes nâ my hair. My strength and fuuuuck- so tight- your smile.â His eyes clench droopingly closed, glaring up at you lovingly. âIsnât that right, my queen?â
And when you cum, itâs with those same eyes on you - and when he does, shit, theyâre rolling to the back of his head.
Decadently royal bed creaking with protest at the aggressive crushes of your sweat-sheened bodies. Sukuna couldnât get enough when one of his angrily rugged cocks cums, the swirling slosh of his warm seed spurring the other to burst just as much.
âSh-shit-â youâre gasping, toes curling with the explosion of bliss. Peak after peak being fucked out when your shaky knees firm to ride Sukuna out of his mind. âSo much- too much- fuck fuck fuck-â
Heâs stirring your insides until youâre overspilling, flashes of white-hot pleasure melding with the steady stream of Sukunaâs voluminous cum seeping from your wet slit.Â
So much of it that he really canât help but swipe his larger tongue easily across the absolute mess of a puddle. And you swear you hear his voice crack, âHeh, guess ya r-really were talking outta ya ngh- pussy, huh, woman?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Madam Gojo
âLet them see-â Gojoâs panting, fingers so jittery where heâs pushing your trembly leg apart. Abs rippling and aching with just how long heâs been wracking his fatigued body. Heâs kissing hungrily at your lips, âLet them- let them see- fuck I donât care donât-â
And Gojo canât even bear to think about finishing his sentence before heâs being hit with another vicious clench of his sensitive balls. Heaving out another burst of stars behind his eyes. He throws his head back, teeth grit when his angry cockhead spazzes with another dry orgasm.Â
Youâre blinking back the tears in your eyes, reaching up and arm to wipe away his own. âS-sâokay, Toru- weâve been at this for hngh- hours.â
âNo-â Gojo gasps, snowy brows knitting together furiously. And heâs shaking his head like heâs trying to wash away any thoughts of stopping. Because Gojo Satoru didnât want to stop. Didnât know if he could stop.Â
His bleary eyes focus on the circle of elders standing stock-still at the very end of the traditional tatami room, heads bowed so low that they touched the floor.Â
âIâve got s-somethinâ to prove-â And another one of his harsh French-kisses into your very bruised cervix sends a gush of his stringy cum glossing down your inner thighs. Slipping and smearing everywhere when Gojo messily dances his fingers up to roll over your puffed-up clit. â-got to show âem. T-talking about fuck- my wife nâ my h-heir. Gonna show them-â
And youâve never seen him this furious, blazing eyes driving down your body. Seeping into every one of his lewd movements when heâs drilling his swollen cock into your dripping cunt even more riotously.Â
No care or concern for the marks heâs sure to leave for the next week at least - his curvaceous balls on your ass, your ankles on his shoulders, fingers everywhere and anywhere on any bit of skin that his ravenous self could reach.
Gojo couldnât get enough.
Your pussy lips like velvet, swallowing him up inch by solid inch so greedily despite however long itâs been by now. An hour? Two hours? Five? Fuck, he doesnât even know right now. Doesnât care.Â
Doesnât care what those shuffling elders have to think, either.
Canât even imagine thinking about anything but stuffing your tight channel overly full, eyeing down with his hazy gaze at the way that makes his seed salivate out of you. He twists his deft fingers on your clit, itâs enough for your teeth to just sink into the tender junction at his throat.Â
And it makes him cum.
Sensitively. Depravedly.Â
Over and over in dry grinds of his hips, while his overstimulated head wrenches out nothing but wispy little beads of pearling white.Â
âA-again?â youâre gasping. Eyes blowing wide and resting on Gojoâs fucked-out face - oh how pretty the clan leader looked. With his innocently rosy blush, and eyes drooping so low itâs like they were almost shut, mouth pecking syrupy glides across yours. âDid you just ah- c-cum again, Toru?â
He shutters his head into your throat, darting out his tongue to run down that rapidly thumping pulse of yours. âYes, madam. Your pretty pussyâs got me s-so fuck- hooked. Canât s-stop-â
But he wanted to cum again. Properly, this time.
To fill you up over and over, adding another layer to the sloppy skin of creamy white that already stuck to your cunt. He was going to make those old gossips pay for having your name in their filthy mouths, for implying that their leader doesnât fuck you properly if you havenât had an heir by now.Â
He was simply going to show it to them.
âNeed- ah- need you to cum fâme a-again, sweetheart-â Gojoâs babbling out the words, but his greedy eyes are locked on the sinful sight of your cunt, instead. âC-can you do that? Can the future m-mother of my kids do that?â It pains him to be slurring these out over your pretty keens, and heâs swiping a finger over and over on your clit as a tiny apology. âCâmon now, n-need to give me an mmpf- heir, right?â
You nod, hips arching up to make you feel like such a slut. âW-want it so badlyââ
âI know, honey, I knowââ his words come out in raw whimpers, cupping your face with his free hand to connect your foreheads together. âWhich is wh-why youâve gotta shit- cum, right? They say you donât get p-pregnant if the hah- mother doesnât cum, hm? Câmon baby, gimme an heir- please, please, please let me breed you f-full-â
Itâs just about all the garbled mess heâs able to get out of his mouth before Gojoâs reeling you headfirst towards your nth orgasm of the night. Waves of pleasure making you convulse underneath him, forcing his big beefy arms to wrap around your waist to get you to stop moving-
âShit-â heâs gasping, eyes blowing almost comically wide. âMâcumming, sweetheart- mâcumming again- fuck fuck fuck- canât stop, canât h-hold back.â
His drool-worthy back muscles flex when Gojoâs bending all the way down to snap you in half. And you feel his heavy hanging balls twitch once. Twice. Before flooding your tight pussy with thick, smearing loads of cum, glissading down your thighs.
Spurts of it splatter down your slit, all the way to Gojoâs wrist when heâs circling your throbbing clit to wring you even harder through your high.
âTh-there we- there we go-â heâs shuddering, bursts of his hefty gulps of cum swirling around all of your sweetened spots. Stretching out your taut walls to their limits with how much he was inflating you from the insides. And it takes everything in Gojo to stray his eyes away from his wife - from his madam. Everything in him to focus on the crowd of silent elders, âSo- sâthat ânough of an heir for you or do I hafta make another one?â
A/N. Also hugging my babygirls in the US of A extra tight tonight <3
Plagiarism not authorized.
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đ what my dreams are made of | time and time again, eddie has seen you cry over guys that arenât even worth your time; so, when he catches you crying once more, he decides itâs the last time â and he will show you that youâre exactly what his dreams are made of.
â ïž 3.6k words, fem!reader, reader has a pussy, bestfriend!eddie, friends to lovers, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, kinda dom!eddie, passionate eating out, chubby!coded reader (no extreme graphic depictions but certainly alluded), bullying, some triggering themes, self-doubt that eddie smothers out, 1 thigh pinch, eddie cums in his pants (i was sick while writing this please forgive me if itâs not the best)
đ i am genuinely so, so sorry for how long this took to get out bby! i always do my best to prioritize comfort reqs, as thatâs my purpose for even taking reqs and really writing in the first place, and i wish i could have gotten this out much sooner. i hope this can bring you some comfort sweetheart, you are so so beautiful!! <33
you were so fucking stupid.
so stupid for being so naive. for ever allowing yourself to entertain the fantasy that the christian grosso could ever be attracted to you.
after all, the students of hawkins high dubbed you âthe elephant amongst tigersâ for a reason.
angry tears slipped down your face as you threw your bag to the floor, uncaring of the loud thump it provoked. your mother was downstairs and likely heard it, and sheâd probably even ascend the stairs and try to rib you for information â but you couldnât find the energy to care.
you couldnât find the energy to feel anything aside from angry sadness. and if your mom did come check on you, youâd simply tell her youâre feeling sick. yeah, that would work.
with a huff you plopped down on the edge of your bed, upsetting the stuffies strewn along the headboard. you gave them an apologetic wince.
your mind kept replaying the lunchroom disaster. christianâs mocking, mean smirk as he held up a dress two times too small for you was branded into your eyelids.
âoooh, iâm sorry. i thought this was your size. looks like we canât make it to the dance after all. iâm so sorry.â
fresh tears burst from your eyes and you choked down a sob. it was so mean, so humiliating, so evil⊠you didnât understand what youâd ever done to deserve something like that. was simply existing enough of a crime to warrant that kind of punishment?
a soft knock reached your ears. you sucked in a shuddery inhale. you were wondering when sheâd amble up to your door.
âiâm fine, mom.â you croaked out. âi just feel sick. please donât come in.â
you really didnât want her to see the fat, ugly tears running down your cheeks. didnât want her to see how blotched your makeup was, especially not when you had spent a literal hour perfecting it in front of your mirror.
so. fucking. stupid.
your door creaked open and you nearly gasped at the familiar clunk of heavy boots across your planked floor. you snapped your head up to find eddie standing just through your doorway, chocolate eyes rounded and soft.
âyou okay?â he asked quietly, soothingly, and your heart sunk.
he knew about what happened. he hadnât been in the lunchroom at the time, but you knew it would reach him; it was all the student body could talk about.
you opened your mouth to reject his sympathy; but what came out was a strangled sob, and eddie was rushing to your side immediately.
warm, thick arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you into eddieâs equally warm body. your head was guided to his collarbone, so close to his neck that you could smell his sharp cologne; a familiar, cozy, thick woodsy scent.
heâd been wearing the same aroma since eighth grade, and it never failed to bring you a sense of tranquility and stability. comfort. safety.
you broke.
âeddie.â you choked out, digging your cheek into his chest and slipping your arm around his middle. he was warm; so, so warm. just like always.
âshh, itâs okay.â eddie soothed, ringed hand running through your hair. âitâs okay, sweets.â
your shoulders shook harder as you spilled gallons of salty tears into his shirt â his iron maiden shirt, if you werenât mistaken.
you barely noticed the way he was rocking your body with his softly, or the weight of his chin hooked atop your head, but you were painfully aware of how good his hand felt skimming through your hair, and how comfortable the weight of it was.
âi-i donât understand.â you gasped out between heaves. âi donât k-know w-what i did.â
âyou didnât do anything.â eddie stated, voice firm yet gentle. âyou didnât do anything, angel. theyâre just assholes.â
you werenât sure how long you spent wrapped within eddieâs embrace; his strong arms holding you, soft voice shushing you, gentle hand caressing you â but at some point, your sobs had faded to mere sniffles.
you finally felt secure enough to pry yourself out of his embrace; eddie loosened his hold, but his arm remained over your shoulder â an anchor, should you need the support.
âiâm so tired of it, eddie.â you whispered, voice wet and croaky from all the crying. âiâm so tired of being ugly.â
your heart was breaking into a million pieces, yet also somehow felt as if it was too big to fit comfortably in your chest. every beat was painful, tightly wrapped in a ribbon of sadness.
eddie sucked in air through his teeth and muttered something under his breath; you werenât quite able to catch it, so you nudged him with your elbow.
âi didnât hear you, eds. what did you say?â
eddieâs eyes snapped up to yours, and you felt your heart skip in your chest. they were soft, yet had a hard edge to them, one that you couldnât place.
âi said youâre not ugly.â eddie pushed out, anger detectable in his voice, but you knew it wasnât aimed at you. eddie always became incensed when things like this happened.
âthat prick just took things too far.â eddie seethed, drawing a ringed hand through his hair. âway too far.â
you swallowed thickly and nodded mutely, though you didnât know if you fully agreed with eddie. after all, if things werenât supposed to be this way, then why were they? itâs because everything, every single word and insult, that everyone threw at you was true.
âit wouldnât happen if i wasnât soââ
âdonât you fucking dare.â eddie snapped, cutting you off abruptly and shocking you into silence. heâd never taken that kind of tone with you. as if realizing this himself, eddie sucked in a deep breath and started again, much more softly.
âdonât say some shit about how you deserve it, or that itâs somehow your fault. itâs not. you know itâs not.â
fresh tears gathered in your eyes, and you had to look away from eddie quickly so as to not alert him to the swelling.
âbut i was stupid. i let myself think he was genuine.â you countered back, wanting â no, needing â eddie to understand that in some way, this was your fault. that was the easiest way to explain it. that it was the only way that it made sense.
âstop that.â eddie ordered, fingers squeezing your shoulder. âyou arenât stupid.â
âeddie, i am.â you exploded, propelling yourself up from the bed and effectively launching eddieâs arm off of your shoulders. you began to pace as you rambled, âiâm stupid to think anyone would want me, let alone christian grosso, and i let myself get tricked into thinking that my crush actually liked me backââ
âi want you.â
the world seemed to screech to a halt right on its axis. eddie hadnât said the words very loud â as a matter of fact, his statement was barely more than a whisper â and yet, it seemed to reverberate around your room like the boom of a bass speaker.
slowly, you turned your head to train your eyes on him. you searched his face, looking for some sort of deception, lie, fib â anything.
but all you found was pained sincerity.
âwhat?â you pressed, throat tight and tongue nearly tied. had you heard him right? were you having some sort of fever dream?
eddie sighed deeply and linked his hands together between his knees.
âi said âi want you.â i have for a long time, actually.â
eddieâs words didnât sound bored, or disingenuous, but they sounded almost⊠resigned. as if knew what little effect theyâd have on you. twice. heâd said twice. yet you still couldnât wrap your head around it.
âyou â you⊠want me?â you parroted back, gesturing to yourself with a finger.
eddie nodded.
âare you sure?â you pressed.
eddie nodded again, more emphatically this time.
your heart was trembling in your chest â eddie actually wanted you? you? eddie, who was handsome, funny, charming, sweet, and completely and utterly unavailable due to his status as your best friend, wanted you?
no. this couldnât be right. there must be some sort of mistake.
âbut, how do youââ
âoh, jesus h. christ.â eddie suddenly bursted, pushing himself up from the bed and stomping towards you. you barely had any time to react before his hands grasped your elbows and he pulled you forward, and electricity shot through your entire body when he leaned down to press his lips firmly to yours.
the kiss was chaste, more of just a hugging of lips, but thatâs how it was intended â eddie was getting a point across, and as hard as it was for you to truly believe it, you could feel it within that kiss.
the truth that eddie munson, your best friend of almost a decade, wanted you.
and that very best friend was kissing you. and it felt amazing.
your hands, as inexperienced as they were, traveled up to grip his shoulders, and you took the first step in deepening the kiss by clumsily lapping your lips over his.
eddie groaned and responded with a similar action; except, his movements were much more fluid and smooth, likely from years of experience in the field.
you hated the way that made jealousy burn in your gut.
eddieâs hands fell from your elbows to come to rest on your hips, where he gripped rather roughly. a sound similar to a moan slipped from his mouth and into yours, the sensation sending heat flooding straight to your gut.
âfuck, you have no idea how much iâve wanted to do this.â eddie panted, kneading his fingers into your hips. âjust grab these beautiful fucking hips of yours.â
your stomach swooped and your skin flushed beneath his words; you felt slightly self conscious of the portion of body eddie was grabbing, but eddie seemed to fall absolutely feral over it.
his lips remained hooked to yours as he stumbled backwards, pulling you with him. you followed blindly along with him, loathe to break the hot, wet embrace between the two of you, and nearly gasped when eddie fell flat to the bed and pulled you down with him.
âeddie!â you exclaimed softly into his mouth when you realized youâd landed on top of him, but when you tried to scramble off, eddie wrapped his arms around your midsection.
âdonât even think about it.â eddie murmured, voice little more than a growl, âstay on top of me, pretty girl.â
you whimpered low in your throat, the sound swallowed by eddieâs fiery lips, and you couldnât stop yourself from wiggling in his hold. you didnât feel comfortable like this, not in this positionâ
eddie rolled his hips up and completely cut off your train of thought; poking into your tummy was something hard, something hard and located between eddieâs legs.
âfeel that, angel? feel what youâre doinâ to me?â eddie growled, rolling his hips in lazy thrusts. that heat in your gut intensified, and you couldnât help it when the smallest whimper fell from your lips.
âgod, you sound so fuckinâ pretty.â eddie groaned, hands smoothing down your body until they found purchase on your ass. he squeezed the flesh in his fingers and used the leverage to rock your body into his.
âwanted you for so goddamn long, i almost canât hold myself back.â
eddieâs kiss was feverish now â not clumsy, but passionate and wet. his lips moved against yours as if he was trying to make up for years of neglect in one kiss, and his tongue and teeth scraped against your lips at intermittent points. your brain felt completely frozen, unsure of how to even match his pace.
âuse your tongue, sweetheart.â eddie guided, as if reading your mind. âuse your tongue like i am.â
you doubted you could use your tongue the same way eddie could use his, but you wanted to try. slipping your tongue against his felt strange, slimy, but not uncomfortable â and he tasted minty, like peppermint, so it wasnât gross like you thought it would be.
you were certain your movements were clumsy, but they pulled satisfied groans from eddie regardless. his hips bucked up against you faster and his breathing turned shallow.
âfuck, good girl.â eddie moaned, sliding a hand up your back to tangle in your hair. he pushed you impossibly closer to him and deepened the kiss.
your entire body was buzzing, heated from the inside out, and there was a tingle between your legs. a warm, wet tingle.
âeddie,â you mewled into his mouth, hips shifting on their own, as if they were searching for something. âi feel weird.â
âi know, angel. just hold on.â eddie uttered, hips still careening into yours, hard-on grinding against you through the clothes. what was this weird pull in your stomach?
eddieâs lips remained against yours for a few more seconds, all the while you wiggled, whimpered and mewled into him, until he finally relented and pulled away.
âlay on your back, babygirl. iâm gonna show you something.â eddie prompted, voice deep gravel, eyes swallowed by black.
you swallowed when something kicked in your gut, and the moment eddie released his hold on you you scrambled off of him and fell on your back beside him. eddie was quick to mirror your actions, but rather than lying down, he crawled to the end of the bed and situated himself by your legs.
âopen.â he demanded softly, and for the first time since his lips touched yours, you felt legitimate hesitance. you stared at him almost blankly, body quivering subtly in your skin. eddie arched a brow at you and fuck, that was pretty hot.
âangel, spread your legs.â eddie murmured, fingers coming up to caress the bare skin of your thigh. his voice was a rumble, enticing and sweet, but somehow comforting... like you didn't have to be afraid of obeying.
with a shaky breath you finally assented and spread your thighs open, snapping your eyes shut when eddie sucked in a sharp breath.
"fuck, look at these panties. so cute." you nearly jumped from your skin when eddie slid a finger up your mound, a sort of electric feeling throbbing through your hips when his fingertip scraped against your clit.
"they're nearly soaked through, baby." eddie cooed, continuing the stroking motions, pulling small moans and pants from your lips. âdid you get this worked up just from kissing me?â
for some reason you couldnât place, you nodded your head â it was as if you had no real control of some of your motor functions, like part of you was in some sort of trance.
âmmm, sweet baby.â eddie whispered darkly. âyou have no idea what i could do to you.â
as if to punctuate his point, eddie pressed his finger to your clothed clit and rubbed, and fuck, it felt so good.
youâd touched yourself before, but never had it felt this intense. the moans that slipped from your mouth were purely lewd and near foreign.
âe-eddie, whatâsâ?â
âshhh, angel. donât question anything. just feel.â eddie murmured, effectively silencing your inquiries. eddie continued to rub your clit, picking up pace as your moans grew in volume, as your hips bucked into his hand.
it felt good, so incredibly good, but the pleasure seemed muted â the friction not enough to build you up to that wonderful precipice.
âeddieââ
âyeah, baby, i know. youâre ready fâmore.â eddie teased, and even with your eyes closed, you knew he was smirking. your breathing was labored, you felt desperate, it was hotâ
ââm gonâa take care of you, baby.â eddie soothed. âgonâa show you how beautiful you are.â eddie slid his hands up your thighs and dipped them beneath your skirt, fingers grasping the lace of your panties and tugging. you followed the unspoken command and lifted your hips, allowing him to slip you free of the garment.
any prior hesitation you felt had been forcefully shoved out by lust.
cold air blew against your pussy the moment it was no longer shielded, and you gasped at the sensation. you didnât really have the time to complain about it, however, because before you could it was swallowed by heat once more.
wet heat.
your eyes popped open and you glanced down to find eddieâs head nestled between your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you as he dragged his tongue over your aching clit. he did so slowly, torturously, as if he was merely giving you a taste of what he could truly do.
you opened your mouth but all that fell out was a wanton moan. this was something completely out of your experience, something youâd only thought about fleetingly.
eddie groaned into your cunt when your clit throbbed under his tongue, and he dipped the wet muscle down to prod at your slit before slipping it back up. he was lapping at you like a dog, tongue everywhere, as if he wanted to brand the memory of your shape against it.
âeddie,â you whined, hips shaking against him. eddie let out a strange sound as he gripped at your thighs and squeezed, head shaking side to side subtly and sending shocks up your body from the new sensation.
âfuck, taste so good,â eddie whimpered into you, the sound high and needy. âcanâ get ânough.â
you gasped and cinched your eyes shut, that tension ramping up in your gut and pulling your muscles tight. it felt so fucking good, you were going to go insane.
âmm-mm, no.â eddie suddenly growled and pinched your thigh. you jumped from the pain and snapped your eyes down to him. âfuckinâ look at me, angel. i wanâa see your face when you cum.â
despite the strong urge to look away and the undercurrent of embarrassment beneath your skin, you simply couldnât tear your eyes away from eddieâs. satisfied with obtaining your full focus, eddie went right back to devouring you.
his tongue was demonic against your cunt, lapping at your folds and flattening across your clit. soft groans and growls fell from his lips as he munched, hands leaving finger shaped bruises on your thighs from how hard he was gripping them.
how it could feel so damn good, you didnât know. youâd heard talk, yeah, but so many girls had also said that theyâd never cum from head before⊠you just assumed youâd be the same.
but with the way eddie was working your cunt with his lips and tongue, you were realizing youâd be the exception.
âfuck, shit,â you whispered, eyes locked with eddieâs, staring into twin abysses. his own hips rocked into the mattress as his tongue traced over your clit, stimulating himself against your bed. and that just seemed to make it hotter.
âiâm so close.â you murmured, reverently, rendered breathless from the pleasure eddie was shoving into your system. his eyes darkened even more, if that were possible, and his movements became much more feverish. one hand slipped from your thigh and you gasped when you felt a fingertip prod at your entrance.
âeddie,â you warned, anxiety settling in your stomach. even you hadnât put anything in there; what if it hurt?
âtrust me, angel. i wonât hurt you.â eddie murmured against your cunt, tracing his finger up and down your slit. you swallowed, still hesitant, but you trusted eddie â so you nodded.
eddie groaned low in his throat and focused his tongue against your clit, assaulting it with fast flicks. his finger slipped into your entrance with nearly no resistance, and you gasped when he curled it up against something.
âthere it is,â eddie cooed, pumping his finger inside you languidly. âthereâs that sweet spot, baby.â
you had no idea what he was talking about â but fuck if it didnât feel so fucking good. your fingers twisted into the blanket beneath you, lips swollen and wet, throat nearly sore from all the moaning.
eddie fucked his finger into you at a near brutal speed, hitting that spot over and over, and you could feel it building â powerful and intense, nearly rupturing your stomach from how tense your muscles were. you couldnât help the way you thrusted your hips against his face, against his tongue, shoving his finger deeper inside you.
chasing it. that euphoric high.
âfuck yeah, shit. câmon angel, bust in my fuckinâ mouth.â eddie growled, and that was it â one final jab to that spot, one more flick of his tongue, and you were absolutely losing it.
your thighs and hips quaked as that coil finally snapped, fluid gushing around eddieâs finger and undoubtedly soaking the bed, walls fluttering and clit throbbing under his tongue.
âfuck, fuck, fuckââ you chanted, eyes rolling back as your muscles continued to tense and release. eddie lapped his tongue around his finger, groaning at your sweet taste.
your orgasm was slow to recede, the aftershocks still wracking your body when eddie slipped his finger out and rose to his knees â if your vision wasnât so fuzzy you would have noticed the prominent wet spot covering the front of his jeans.
exhaustion crawled into your limbs with frightening speed, your muscles almost like jelly, and when eddie flopped down at your side and gathered you into his arms you were little help with it.
âdo you believe me now, angel?â eddie murmured, and all you could do was nod sleepily. the edges of your vision was turning black, sleep well on its way to claiming you.
âgood. donât you ever forget it.â was the last thing you heard before you fell to the abyss, warm, satisfied, and comfortable.
completely and utterly loved.
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@skullrockbi i hope you don't mind that i wrote a little thing this idea literally haunted me in my dreams and became my paralysis demon (affectionate)
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Steve didn't even want to go to Vegas. He got dragged along because he's technically an executive-to-be and this whole trip is some networking/ass-kissing venture to secure that executive position. He doesn't know what the point is when his mother owns the company, but here he is.
Worst of all, this trip was scheduled for the summer. In Las Vegas. A literal desert.
Steve isn't some newbie when it comes to Vegas; he's got some family out here that he used to visit every summer. In fact, he'd rather be awkwardly catching up with them right now than standing in front of the Bellagio fountain surrounded by...friends...he guesses.
Honestly, he'd trade just about anything to be back home right now, sprawled across his couch with Robin and a box of pizza.
"Let's visit the Venetian next," Jackson says, grinning as he watches a pair of girls walking by. His eyes linger on their asses, and Steve elbows him roughly.
"Is the casino good?" Eric asks, tugging at the collar of his polo to air out some of the heat.
A breeze pushes by, ruffling Steve's hair in the wind. He huffs, running his fingers through it as the fountain begins its water show. A chorus of oohs and ahhs and camera noises start around them as a cool mist lands on the back of Steve's neck.
"Does it matter? A casino's a casino," Phineas replies.
It does, in fact, matter. Steve bites his tongue, holding back the urge to explain that some casinos are better than others. He's not going to gamble anyway. He's just going to watch the others spend their money and try not to cringe when they jokingly ask him to lend them more from his endless supply.
"Great, Venetia--"
Jackson is cut off by some guy shoving him and Eric aside. The guy completely ignores the offended noises and shouts, coming to a stop right in front of Steve.
He's wearing leather pants and a slightly cropped shirt for some band that sounds vaguely familiar from Robin's ramblings about up-and-coming musicians. Chunky rings decorate his fingers, and Steve tries very hard to not get distracted by them. His hair is wild but utterly defeated by the dry heat of Las Vegas and a subpar shower routine.
Steve opens his mouth to ask what the guy wants when he drops to one knee, staring up at Steve like he's some kind of deity sent from above. "Will you marry me?" he asks.
His voice is rough, like he spends most of his time screaming. Maybe he does, considering the band shirt. A few feet away, Steve can see three other guys in similar outfits sporting the pained grimaces of second-hand embarrassment.
"Are you drunk?" Steve asks.
"On love."
Ignoring the mocking laughter from around them, Steve finds himself inexplicably saying, "You don't even have a ring."
The guy blinks, curses, and quickly yanks one of his rings off. He holds it up with a grin, his cheeks slightly flushed as he asks, "How about now, big boy?"
The ring is shaped like a bat with rubies for eyes and diamonds for fangs. It's so ridiculous that Steve finds it endearing. The guy is being genuine, and that combined with the nickname makes his cheeks warm.
"You don't know my name," Steve says. "I don't know yours."
"Eddie Munson, but I'm not attached to Munson if that's an issue."
Steve can't help laughing, pushing his fingers through his hair again. He watches Eddie's eyes track the movement, his lips slightly parted as though he's breathless from something so innocuous.
He's about to introduce himself and tell Eddie to stand up already (that can't be good for his knees), when Phineas nudges him. "Steve, man, knock it off. You aren't gay," he says, his lip curling in slight disgust at the word.
Steve feels something in him snap, some tight hold on his control just giving up. He has a sudden realization: he hates his job, he hates his coworkers, and he hates who he is around them. He's just never done anything about it.
On the other hand, he finds himself utterly enamored by Eddie's clearly impulsive audacity to approach some random guy on the street and ask for his hand in marriage.
He ignores Phineas and looks back at Eddie. "Why?" he asks.
A hopeful smile tugs at Eddie's lips, and he starts to fidget with the bat ring. "Honestly, you're gorgeous. I've literally never seen anyone as pretty as you, sweetheart," he says.
"Can we have a chuppah? And break a glass?"
"I'd marry you in a vat of tapioca pudding, Stevie."
Steve snorts and reaches out, tugging on Eddie's arm to pull him up from the ground. "Let's just stick to the chuppah and glass," he says.
"Wait, is that a yes?"
"Well, it's not official until you put the ring on," he says, offering Eddie his left hand.
With a shell-shocked awe like he didn't think this would actually work, Eddie slides the ring onto Steve's finger. It's an odd, unexpected weight, but Steve likes it.
Corroded Coffin are celebrating an album release in Vegas. Eddie gets bored of the VIP area at the club & wanders The Strip. Standing at the Bellagio fountain is the most beautiful man heâs ever seen. Eddie pushes past some douchey looking dudes in business casual to reach him.
Eddie falls to one knee. âWill you marry me?â Steve who is bored with his business man life and hates his friends takes one look at this random proposing man with wild hair and leather pants and says âYes.â
#robin screams at him for getting married without her later btw#they had plans dammit#they were gonna get married for the tax benefits how dare he abandon her like that#they have a second wedding later and let her officiate so she forgives them#my writing#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#jewish steve harrington#i am once again pushing my jewish steve agenda#eddie munson#rockstar eddie munson
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Million Dollar Baby | FUTUREPROOF
prologue
summary: you're in la, and it's time to get this show on the road.
pairing: f!rockstar!reader x country star!joel
ratings/warnings: 18+, MDNI. one minor drug reference. reader has hair and can swim.
wc: 3.3k
an: this is an edited repost of the original prologue! i've jiggled some stuff around to do with joel - he's now a gravelly voiced, universally adored country superstar.
if you've read before, it's up to you if you read again. see you soon anyhoo! <3
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The sunlight is warm, the breeze is mellow, and the bedsheets smell like home.Â
Soft, so soft, cool against your warm limbs - every nudge of smooth linen cocooning your body against the waves of wakefulness. You stretch your legs - muscles loosening, mind empty - then your toes, and bury your face back into the pillow with a quiet grunt.Â
Everything feels achy today. Just fatigued - cooped up on planes, huddled in the studio, hunched over a notebook in what Jack has fondly dubbed your âshrimp positionâ. But this feels good. Spreading your legs to starfish beneath the covers, breathing in the scent of your own shampoo, before shooting your arms to the headboard and pressing your palms against it. Sinew relaxes a little more, spine crackling.Â
One eye winked open finds the room washed in gold, sheer curtains fluttering in the floor to ceiling windows, just obscuring the crest of the hills beyond the pool.Â
You close your eyes again, breathing in deeply. Your tongue tastes sour, ashy - the only blot on the morning; a reminder of last night. The whirlwind of faces and places youâd been swept through by Eimear after leaving the studio, blurred into one soundscape while you were dreaming.Â
You following her - a satin palm curled around your forearm, the gloss of her braids. Have you metâŠ. Completely sober, brain ringing in your skull from ironing out kinks on the record, youâd made your excuses and escaped as quickly as possible from the glitteringly dark bar back to the house. Closed your eyes against the buzz of the Uberâs window, dragged yourself to the sofa, and shared a joint with Adie before hauling yourself to bed.
Thereâs a clench in your gut, a rumble. You groan, hunger creeping in, bubbling in your throat. You swing a hand away from the headboard, scrabbling about on the nightstand for your phone, squinting at the screen over the duvet.Â
No missed calls. No urgent texts.
But at some point in your slumber, youâd snoozed your alarm.
You drop your face into the pillow again, mouthing a fuck into the cotton. Plans of eating at the cafĂ© in the next neighbourhood over eviscerated by a fuzzier head. Again.Â
You throw the covers off your legs, rubbing roughly at your face, and stand with a yawn. Pick up the pants and t-shirt youâd discarded on the floor last night, sling them over the chair in the corner of the room, and then move to retrieve your bikini from the balcony beyond the curtains.
A fine day out. Still warmer than youâre used to summer being, sun hot on your face even this early, but the view - the view. Spoiled by the label, high up enough to be away from the bustle, but close enough to watch the lights and the smog and the constant glimmer of dreams.Â
You step back into the bedroom to tug and tie the swimsuit on before swinging open the door. The landing is quiet, empty. The same as you pad down to the kitchen.Â
Everything is white, and where itâs not white, itâs glass and natural wood. Itâs beautiful, itâs serene, and - as Eimear had said when you first arrived - very rock and roll.Â
The wide, clean kitchen, marble-topped island stretched all the way across the space. Perfect for hosting. The sunken living room and its floating hearth. The rugs and the throws, the cushions, the potted plants, fading smell of incense. The bifold doors thrown back so you can step straight out to the patio and then the pool - sparkling, rippling in the morning sunlight.Â
The doors Adie obviously hadnât closed last night. The bottle of champagne heâd left open on the side.Â
You give it a sniff as you walk past, deciding it isnât worth it as you step towards the fridge instead. You pour a glass of orange juice and poke around for something else, grabbing a tub of mango youâd picked up yesterday. Croissants from the bread bin on the counter, then your sunglasses from where they sit next to the flowers Nick had sent you.Â
The patio is hot underfoot, and you all but skip your way to one of the loungers set up by the edge of the pool, clutching your breakfast. You slide your sunglasses onto the bridge of your nose, settling cross-legged on the pale cushions. Orange juice cradled between your thighs, croissant and mango in front of you.Â
Nick Walton, Hollywoodâs newly heralded genius. Youâd thought heâd be wanky at first - obnoxious, loud, demanding - but the man who had introduced himself to you months ago, who had joined you in the studio over the last week, was quiet, kind. A crooked smile, an asinine sense of humour. Ready and generous with praise and votes of confidence, gentle direction offered when needed. Heâd been a dream to work with, so much so that the whole band had been quick to tell him theyâd love to work together again - if he wanted to. And he did.
You savour the earthy sweetness in your mouth, rip a corner off the croissant.Â
It was exciting. Being privy to such a project, being sent rough cuts and signing new NDAs. It had been something to do on the road - a distraction from the venues you were playing every night, a challenge to fit to a brief. Something you, as a band, had never really done before. Working not just to convey a message, a feeling, but a place. A story beyond what you knew.
You lick the mango juice from your fingers, your wrist, swipe the crumbs from your lap. Finish your orange juice in great gulps, enjoying the coolness, the tartness. You wanted Nick to be confident heâd made the right choice. Confident that you respected his work, appreciated it, wanted to uplift it.Â
The extravagant florals that had arrived before Eimear had whisked you away last night confirmed that. The only thing left now was to lay down the last of the vocals and earn the seal of approval from Joel Miller - co-producer, man of the moment.Â
So squeaky fucking clean you wonder whether the air around him sparkles.
You stand from the sunbed, reaching up, wiggling your fingers at the sky, before swooping low to touch your toes. Almost. You fold your sunglasses up next to your glass, leaving them to tiptoe around the edge of the pool. Moving to stand at the top of the tiled steps, up to your ankles in the water. Cool, cool, cool. The LA skyline stretched out ahead of you - concrete jungle sprawled under clear blue sky.Â
Joel Miller somewhere out there, getting ready to share his thoughts on the track. A big deal. Critically acclaimed albums, AMAs, BMAs and Grammy Awards, nominations up the wazoo. Something lurches in your stomach, a familiar that has tread with you since the beginning. The doubt, the worry. The almost overwhelming expectation to disappoint.Â
Maybe he wonât like you. Maybe heâs never liked your music. Maybe heâll wear sunglasses the entire time and wonât speak.
Donât be childish. You take a step deeper into the pool.Â
Maybe he wonât.
Maybe heâll be everything people say he is. Unfailingly polite, sweet. Humorous, if prone to a little grump now and again. Maybe heâs heard a few songs on the radio.
You take a step deeper.
Maybe heâll be taller than you think. You know heâs handsome. Broad, strong. Greying curls, deep, sad eyes, full mouth and scruffy beard. Voice like smoked velvet on his tracks for Red Sky, cradling you through the mixer. Not that you ever thought about him and that voice when youâd crash in your hotel room at the end of a night. Not his gravelly tone, or his hands. His thick fingers on his guitar, nor the bulge that strained in videos against his low slung belt -Â
You crouch, arms joined over your head. Feet anchored, pressure forced down as your legs extend and lift, arcing towards the water.Â
The dive sweeps the remnants of sleep, worries, thoughts of Joel Miller away. The water fills the conches of your ears, softening sound. You close your eyes, lost to the peace of the dark. Coolness slips past, greases joints, holds you gently. You kick and pull until your lungs strain, pushing one foot off the floor to pop back up to the surface, wiping chlorine from your eyes, your lips.Â
You look back over the city, treading water, before turning to face the house. Much bigger than it needs to be - but pretty and green. There are plants everywhere - trees and flowers, grass to your right. Sweet honeysuckle on the breeze, musk of heated tarmac.Â
You tip your head back, and your body follows. Sound muffled again, you blink your eyes open to look up into the blue. Endless. You search for birds, letting it calm you - how small you really are. How, no matter how many people gather in crowds, there are more who simply couldnât give less of a fuck about who you are.Â
It doesnât matter if Joel Miller is one of them.Â
You swim a few leisurely laps before pulling yourself out and wrapping a discarded towel around your shoulders, drying off just enough to come back inside the house. Youâre brewing coffee when Adie emerges - freshly showered, shirt only buttoned halfway, sunglasses on.
You smirk at him, and he flips you off, wincing as he takes a seat at the island. He rests his head in his hands.
âMorning, rockstar,â you beam, pouring the drink into mugs, and he grunts in response.Â
You scrub a rough hand over his buzzcut, and he grumbles out a low âFuck off,â voice low and raspy.
You snicker, placing a steaming cup beneath his hanging head. Heâs always suffered the worst with hangovers, unaided by the five years he has on the rest of you.Â
âCome on, dude,â you grin, sliding onto the seat next to him, rivulets of pool water trickling down your back. âYouâve gotta look sprightly. Youâre seeing George today, right?â
âHeâs seen me worse,â he grumbles, taking a sip. He pulls his sunglasses down his nose just enough to give you a once over. âArenât you seeing Nick?â
You nod, blowing steam away from your cup.
âAnd Joel.â
âJoel,â Adie repeats, like heâs rolling the name around his mouth. âStill want to do disgusting things to him?â
You pull a face, knocking his shoulder, and he clutches his stomach with a groan.
âEw, Adie.â
âDonât move me,â he gasps, âIâm not at my best.â
âYeah, no shit,â you snipe, eyeing him over your coffee. He glances back at you once heâs taken a couple of deep breaths.
âWell? Do you?â
You wrinkle your nose at him.
âObviously, asshole.â
He shrugs, a slow smile stretching his mouth as he curls himself over the counter. You giggle, an embarrassed little sound, and he snorts into his coffee, choking, spraying it over the marble and your arm. You howl at him - Oh, gross, dude - and then youâre cackling together, something like excitement finally rising in your gut. This is your best friend, this is the dream, even ten years in. And this is part of the cycle - tour, crash, doubt, do it again. You swipe your hand down your arm, holding it out to wipe on his shirt. He catches your wrist before you can, twisting so the silk is as far away from you as possible.
âAbsolutely not,â he says, grappling with you, âIf I have to go upstairs to change, I will literally never make it back down.â
You give up easily, knocking your forehead against his shoulder, still giggling. He smells like Adie. He smells like home.
âYou, on the other hand,â he continues, pushing your head back roughly with his palm, âCould definitely do with a shower. If only for the one and only Mr Mi-â
You flick his ear, and he crows at you -
âBastard! Iâll find some other wanker to sing!â
- as you take off, dancing around the island, edging towards the stairs.
You put your hands on your hips, tongue in cheek.
âI knew you never liked me - yâknow, you were always much more made for the attention -â
âShut the fuck uuup,â he groans, rolling his eyes, âI love you forever, kisses, kisses, whatever the fuck. Shower,â he says, levelling a finger at you.
You bite your lip against your smile.
âWill you be gone when Iâm ready?â
He nods, making to cross himself. You snort again.
âGod willing.â
âAlright. Have fun. Give George my love. Make sure Camâs got nothing in his teeth.â
He smiles, all mischief, all genuine affection.
âWill do, bud. You too. Knock âem dead.â
You blow him a kiss as you begin to ascend the steps, and he feigns a swing to bat it away.
âSave them for Joel!â
You flash him the finger, and his cackle is the answer to your ringing -
âFuck you, Gilman!â
Her voice is sweet, gentle down the phone. It makes his chest tighten a little, nails dig into his palms. I miss you.
âDad, youâll be fine,â Sarah sighs, breath of air shooting through the line. If he closes his eyes, he can see her smile. Knowing, placating. Hundreds of miles away, back in Texas for college. Sick of LA ever since they moved here.
Sometimes, Joel reckons she had the right idea.
âYouâve worked with way more... intimidating people. And from what Nickâs said, she seems really nice.â
He grunts, swiping a hand across his face, scratching at his beard. Sheâs right.
âI know. Jusâ want it to go well. Jusâ hope she likes it all, so Iâm not gonâ be sittinâ there feelin' like -â
âDad,â she groans, âChill out. You're a pro. It wouldn't have gotten this far if it was bad, Nick or someone would have said something. All you've gotta do is sing your part and say you thought their stuff was great, then get a selfie for Ellie. And thatâs all you need to do. Anything else is a bonus.â
Joel casts a glance over at Ellie - all limbs sat at the kitchen counter, munching on cereal, earbuds in.Â
âOkay. Alright.â
Thereâs quiet for a moment, and he cringes at how well she can read him.
âSure?â She checks. He clears his throat, nodding.
âYeah. Itâll be fine.â
He can hear her smile again.
âIt will. Right, I gotta go. Call me later, I want all the details.â
He chuckles, kneading his forehead.
âI will. I love you, baby girl.â
âLove you too, Dad.â
The line cuts, three beeps, and he turns his attention back to Ellie. Takes a moment to watch her head bopping, her foot tapping, before waving an arm around until she takes an earbud out.
âReady to go, kiddo?â
She swallows comically, giving him a thumbs up before leaping off her seat, crossing the kitchen to deposit her bowl in the sink.Â
âYup. Are you driving?â She asks, crossing back over to the foyer, eyeing the keys in the blue dish by the door.
âSure am,â he grins, taking her bowl from the sink and stacking it in the dishwasher. She rolls her eyes, jamming a foot into a shoe. âPrecious cargo.â
âJoel,â she groans, standing, âI am seventeen years old -â
âAh,â he chuckles, clapping her on the back, opening the front door. âStill my kid. Letâs go.â
Sheâs watching him.Â
He can see how her eyes keep flicking his way in his periphery, her smirk from the passenger seat as he taps his thumbs on the steering wheel, chewing his cheek.
âAre you nervous?âÂ
His eyes find hers, crinkled with a smile, warmth hidden behind the mirth. A depth of understanding that goes beyond her years.
He shrugs.
âIs it obvious?â
She looks out the windscreen, avoiding his eye, but he can still see the downwards tip of her mouth as she tries to hide her amusement.
âNo.â
He grinds his jaw, feeling the beginnings of a flush crawl up his neck.
âYou know,â Ellie says, turning to face him again, âSheâs supposed to be really cool. Nice. They all are, even if you donât meet the whole band. Forget about anything else you mightâve heard. And - sheâs just a person. Like you. And dude, this is literally your job.â
A single eyebrow climbs up his forehead.
âYou heard that, huh?â
This time, she does smile.
âRelax,â she says, âAnd if you screw it up, at least get that selfie for me.â
He chuckles, eyes scanning back out over the road. Traffic, people, lights turning red to green.
âIâll do my best.â
He doesnât want to tell her how he stayed up late last night watching your interviews. Doesnât want her to know how he watched the Wired Autocomplete video three times - because youâre funny. Smart and sharp, and private. He appreciates that. Knows you must have worked hard to reach a point where others have so many questions.Â
Doesnât want her to know how he then went on to watch live performances, songs recorded in front of thousands of people. Wishing heâd paid better attention when sheâd shown him before. Covers sung in live lounges, radio appearances - one by Sabrina Carpenter thatâs been everywhere lately, another by fucking Chris Stapleton, before finding his favourite. Just you, strumming a guitar - something rare in all the other footage heâd watched. Lover, You Should've Come Over.
How heâd then tapped out your name on Instagram, scrolling back through weeks of posts. Photoshoots, festivals, tour, magazine covers. Stumbled across edits, something Sarah had taught him about. Videos, compilations of you that made his face heat with shame, his heart beat faster. Heâd thought he was above it all - within the same stratosphere, unaffected by such things. But heâd been proven wrong. Taken in by your voice, your words. How you looked in that dress, the sliver of stomach exposed on stage. Your doe eyes in the dark of a bathtub, a shoot for Vanity Fair.
Heâs really realised, perhaps for the first time, that Ellie is right. Ellie, whoâd had your posters up in her room until a year ago. Ellie, who Sarah had taken to your gig at the Staples Center. Ellie, whoâd been playing your music - loud - ever since sheâd first found it. Music which, he knows now, also loves.
You are cool - so fucking cool, so fucking beautiful. Accomplished, respected, talented. And now heâs noticed the colour of your eyes, the curve of your lips, the ease with which you perform. The way you move, how electric you are.
And he feels so out of his depth.
He pulls up just down the street from her school, slow halt of tires on tarmac, watching the throng of students cross the road. A jumble of bags moving along the sidewalk, and when they part, he watches Ellie grin as Dina looks up from her phone to wave at the two of them.Â
His daughter grabs the backpack by her feet before leaning over to kiss his cheek. He tries to smile.
âYouâve got this,â she whispers, a gentle hand on his arm. She smiles back as she pops open the door and scooches out. âRemember, selfie - and if Vic is there, tell her Iâm single -â
âIâm right here,â Dina laughs from over her shoulder, giving Ellie a playful shove. Joel chuckles, returning her yelled Morning, Mr Miller. Ellie shrugs.
âOkay, tell her nothing. I just think sheâs cool,â she winks, closing the door with a soft thud before throwing an arm around her girlfriend, chatting away to her as they disappear into the crowd of teenagers.Â
Joel waits until he can no longer see them before checking his flush in the rearview mirror. When heâs satisfied he looks close to normal, not nervous, he takes a deep breath and pulls off.Â
Thereâs someone he has to meet.
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I can't keep doing this to myself...
My brain spit out an idea at me that I don't want to lose so you get to suffer with me under the weight of this idea until I have the time space energy ADHD hyperfocus to start on it.
This is not edited. Goal is to get the thought out of my head, not to make it perfect.
So imagine for me if you will that in some version of the stories for whatever reason I can bullshit into making sense Simon is selected to undergo a new and experimental form of trauma therapy. Used she/her here but when I write it pronouns will be you/yours
He hates it but orders are orders and after losing Johnny (his best mate, his lover, the other half of his soul) he would do just about anything to crawl from under the weight of the grief and guilt. Accepting the assignment means being put under sedation regularly for anywhere from six months to a year. During the sedation your active mind will remian awake and will begin to interact with a simulation that will help deal with the traumas exisiting in his body and mind.
Simon, not 100% on board, accepts the assignment but when he wakes up in some of his worst memorires ignores the woman following him from scene to scene, offering help. Every time he cowers as a child she offers a hand. Each time he bites back the fear flooding his system on a battlefield she offers to take the bullet instead.
For months he ignores her, trying to defeat his demons on his own. This was his mind and his body dammit, he could do this.
She stops offering help but doesn't leave. Trailing behind him in his memories Simon always finds flowers strewn in his footsteps. He never bothered to learn her name. When her laughter starts to haunt his dreams he watches her instead of his memories.
Whoever had programed this simulation had taken great care in creating a realistic interaction point. She makes ugly faces before she sneezes in the barns he has hid in, always complains about hayfever. Her ring finger on her right had been broken before, he can tell from the slight bend between the second and third knuckle. Every time he entered the simulation she wore something different, sometimes tugging on pants as if they wouldn't stay up.
"What should I call you?"
"Mmm?" She looks up from a book she had pulled down from a shelf in a dilapidated kitchen. "Oh, I'm not real so you can call me whatever you want."
He stared at her, frustrations mounting.
"Back to the silent treatment? Okay, this recipe looks actually really yummy," she turns to look back to the book.
Simon stalks up and snatches it from her hands. There is actually handwritten recipes. For some reason this makes Simon's rage double. How? How could this be real? He never opened a book in this kitchen. All that happened here was patching his wounds while waiting for exfil.
Their pattern continues like that until his brain finally spits out Johnny's death. He had been so, so careful to never let that memory come up. When it does Simon is so blindsided that when she offers to help he finally accepts.
Not knowing what to expect from this interaction did not prevent Simon from being surprised at how she handled it. She started to hum as she froze the memory, touching and moving pieces and people until everything had rewound a few moments.
"You have to sit it in, this pain. Talk to him. Tell him everything you didn't get a chance to. The longer you can sit in the agony the sooner it will find peace." She takes him by the hand and pulls him to his love.
Simon cries, like the young boy who needed safety and only found hate or indifference. Through blubbering sobs he tells Johnny every word he regretted hording. When Johnny hugs him back, mouth moving and voice saying things Simon had only dreamed of he found a semblenece of peace.
When his heartrate returns to normal and the only proof this interaction happened is the hollow space in his chest where Johnny will continue to exist his compaion steps back from Johnny, appearing as if from the dust.
"I think that is enough today. You did good." Turning on her heel she walks away, disappearing into the folds between memories.
Simon had never seen her leave before, he always ended the sessions before she had a chance.
He lets her help then, this nameless woman. They conquer every memory and the vaguest notions of memories that bother him. This intensive work paired with his weekly therapy leaves his with the skills to deal with the nightmares, the PTSD, and the trauma that still manifests from time to time.
Can one fall in love with a figment of imagintion? Simon thinks he might have. The final session he confesses, brushing his lips against hers as she sobs.
"But I'm not real. Simon, you can't love me I'm not real."
"Johnny's not real either anymore. I still love him. I'll keep you in my bones next to him, both of you keeping me safe."
She runs then, between memories and fears until she disappears and ends the sesion.
Simon, upon requesting more sessions, is informed that he has completed the program and all his care is being turned over to the non-intensive team that his therapist is a part of. Oh she shouldn't have argued with him or cut off their sessions. Now he knows she is real, the woman the knocked around his brain and fought back the demons for him.
Now all he had to do? Find her.
For anything I am currently working on check out my masterlist. This is getting dropped into my drabbles for later.
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CHAPTER ONE : MIST
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as you step off the train, a cool autumn breeze sweeps past you, lifting the soft flowy sleeves of your top. the train ride from your new aparemnt to work was only about a half an hour, and now you stood down the road from the used bookstore. the streets are quieter than you're used toâand the light of early morning filters through the trees, casting shadows on the pavement.
you countined to walk down the sidewalk, only a few cars passing you on the slow road. as you apprach the bookstore, you stop. it was older, a hand painted sign that had seemingly start to chip away over the years. the wooden exteriorâweathered by seasons of sun and rain, gave off a sense of warmth and welcoming.
the doors were glass, you peeked inside. you saw nanami at the front coutnerâhis focus fixed on a stack of papers he was carefully sorting through. you looked to the right, seeing a younger boy around your age with striking pink hair that caught the light in an almost unreal way. he was on a ladder, sorting through books on the higher shelf.
you walked in, a small bell hanging above the door letting out a small ring. nanami looked up, giving you a small smile before speaking.
"ah, y/n, there you are! right on time."
"goodmorning."
you looked around the store, it was cozyâolder looking books lining the walls. a few movie postersâclassic films with faded edges, and framed photographs adorned the other walls. the lighting was warm, the store being lit by natural lighting and a few lamps across the floor. the cash register where nanami was standing was wooden, there was even a type-writer on the counter and a few trienkets.
your gaze drifted to the pink haired boy you had saw in the window earlier. he was lost in the rhythm of whatever song was playing in his headphones, his head bobbing to the beat. he was wearing baggy jeans that were swallowing his sneakers and a red oversized hoodie. he seemed completely absorbed in his own world as he restocked books. you wonder why he choose to dye his hair pink but you on't want to stare, so you just look back at nanami.
"yuji."
nanami spoke, bringing his glasses up with his finger. he looked but also tiredâwearing an oversized-ish collared sweater and khaki pants. defintly more mature then shoko, even though she mentioned he was in the year before her in school.
the pink-haired boy, yuji, dosen't reply, you assume he can't hear over his music and you wonder how safe it is for him to be on a ladder while not being able to hear. nanami groans and clears his throught twice.
"yuji!"
he says, much loader this time, almost even startling you. yuji finally looks backâmoving his headphones down to his neck. he looks over to nanami, then to you, and you think you see his eyes widen a bit when he glances at you.
"yo, you must be the new employee!"
he jumps down from the ladder, you make another mental note of something that is proably not very safe that he's doing and he runs over to where you're standing in front of the cash register. you open your mouth to begin to speak, but nanami instead introduces you.
"this is y/n l/n, she's moved here all the way from the city and she'll be working with you."
he smiles a bit to bright for your liking and moves his hand forward to shake yours. you're caught off guard by the gesture, hesitating for a moment, then reach out to shake his hand, and he grips yours firmly.
"im yuji itadori, nice to meet you!"
"nice to meet you."
"yuji, can you show her the ropes please? i have to make a few calls about the next shipment."
nanami spoke, heading into a door which you assumed was his office. for a moment, you were confused as to why he would leave the register unattendedâbut it was only 8:30 in the morning, there probably won't be many costumers.
"sure thing nanamin!"
yuji replied cheerfully as he made his way to the back corner of the store. you followed behind him, trying hard not to be annoyed by how effortlessly upbeat he seemed.
"so, all we have to do is unload these boxes of used books. it's pretty easyâbut i'll show you how, 'kay?"
you nodded in response, mentally cursing yourself for forgetting your headphonesânow you'd actually have to talk to him.
he picked up a book on the top of the box, his fingers brushing off the dust with a quick sweep.
"there will be a tiny sticker on the spine that says the genre, look at that and find the section for it! pretty easy, huh?"
"sounds fine."
you replied in a monotone voice. you looked around the store once agian, seeing a small handwritten sign next to the diffrent sections. you decided that you liked the charm of the storeâmost if not all of the furniture and decorations being vintage.
"its nice right? i love it here. i've been going here for ages even though i don't read a lot, been trying to get nanami to sell comics for like ever but he says that they're not real books."
you watched Yuji as he spoke, pulling a few books from the box. as you observed him, you couldn't help but wonder about the dynamic between him and nanamiâthey clearly knew each other well, probably for quite some time. you decided that you probably needed to start conversation with him.
"so you like comics?"
he sparked up, as he grabbed a few books also. "yeah! my favorites spiderman...but you can probably tell from my hoodie."
you glanced back to his hoodie and then up to his smiling face. it was sort of...cute, but you quickly pushed that thought away. no way.
"i liked across the spiderverse, the animation was niceâi've always loved animated films."
you replied, placing a book in a shelf as you spoke. a hint of annoyance stirred within youâwhy did you have to find something in common with him? after all, you werenât here to make friends.
"you like movies, what's your favorites? i love movies."
"i like studio ghibli stuff, anything tim burton, human earthwo-"
"you like human earthworm! those are my all time favorites."
you turned around as he spoke, his face lighting up in excitment. You nodded, feeling a slight spark of excitement yourself. turns out, you had more in common with him than you thought.
"hold on, wait."
he quickly ran over to the register, rummaging through the drawrs untill he grabbed what seemed to be a peice of paper and a pen. he clumsly scribbled something down before rushing back to you.
"here's my number, please text me after work! i've never met anyone here that likes the same movies as me."
you hesitated for a moment. you'd never had anyone seem to eager to be your friend before, it made you slightly...happy. and you thought he seemed not to bad to be friends with.
"alright."
you took the slip of paper from him and slipped it into your pant pocket.
the rest of your shift went supprisnly well, you spent the day restocking books while yuji chatted with you intermittently. nanami came back and seemed pleased the two of you were getting along. as costumers started coming in, the pace went by fast, and before you knew it, the day had flown by.
once you were back home, you sank onto the couch and pulled out your phone, carefully typing in yuji's number.
notes / extras :
yuji's backstory will be reveled in later chapters :3
the store is very vintage, nanami got all the furnite from antique shops and thrifting (he probably thrifts his clothes for the most part aswell)
yuji LOVES spiderman
yn is a bit scary at first...yuji was 100% nervous around her untill she started talking about things they have in common
yn reminds nanami of his younger self
a/n : chapter one !!! i love writing this sm already guys, yuji & nanami are so fun to write! you guys are in for a wild ride w/ the yuji and yn backstory lore drop coming soon hehe, also not proofread shh
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á°á© Distance á°á©
Plot: A glimpse into a day in the life of Gianna (OC) when her man is on the road.
Warning: Mature language & over-the-phone smut!
It's 2pm and, since I had a heavy breakfast, I'm currently making a fruit bowl for lunch.
Josh always makes me these when he's home and not on the road, so I decided to make it to kinda bring me some comfort with him being gone.
For context, it's WrestleMania weekend, and he has a match tomorrow for the first night, as well as tonight for SmackDown, so he's been on the road a little extra lately.
Despite how proud I am of him, since a match against his twin brother has always been a dream for them both, it doesn't make me miss him any less.
As I finish chopping some pineapple, I throw the scraps away and hear my phone ding, signaling that I got a text message.
I wash my hands, tap on the screen, and smile as I read.
Joshua đ€: Hi baby
My Lady â„ïž: Hi lovebug <3
Joshua đ€: How'd you sleep?
My Lady â„ïž: Okay. Not nearly as good as I do when you're here.
Joshua đ€: I know baby. Me too. But we'll be back together soon okay?
My Lady â„ïž: Okay đ„Čđ«¶đœ
Joshua đ€: I miss you lots mama â€ïž
My Lady â„ïž: I miss you more đ€
Joshua đ€: Impossible
My Lady â„ïž: Shh it's possible
Joshua đ€: Hmm yeah? Prove it.
Smirking and raising an eyebrow, I send him some videos and pictures I took last night in my brand new lingerie.
I leave the audio on, which is filled with moans and me whimpering his name.
He'll definitely enjoy these.
My Lady â„ïž: [Attachment: 2 videos, 3 images]
Joshua đ€: Holy fuck
My Lady â„ïž: I win đ
Joshua đ€: Damn right you do ma đźâđš
Joshua đ€: When did you get that set?
My Lady â„ïž: Yesterday at the mall. Do you like it?
Joshua đ€: I love it baby. You look so sexy. I can't wait to see it on you in person when I get home.
My Lady â„ïž: Thank you baby đ„č
Joshua đ€: [Attachment: 1 image]
Joshua đ€: Look what you do to me đ
I'm practically drooling at the sight of his boner very visible in his black sweatpants.
I bite my lip before replying.
My Lady â„ïž: Ugh I need that inside me right about now đ©
Joshua đ€: Mmm soon enough baby â€ïž
My Lady â„ïž: I miss you so much :(
Joshua đ€: I miss you too beautiful. And I love you. More than anything. đ«¶đœ
My Lady â„ïž: I love you too <3
Joshua đ€: Alright I have a promo with Jon in a few so I gotta go fix this new issue I have in my pants. I'll call you later, okay?
My Lady â„ïž: LOL sounds good baby. I'll be watching. đ€
Joshua đ€: I know you will babygirl â€ïž
You loved "I know you will babygirl â€ïž"
Ugh this man drives me crazy.
I set my phone down and continue making my fruit bowl.
Once I'm finished, I take everything out to the backyard and sit at the table.
I unlock my phone and open the kickoff show YouTube stream to my man's entrance music.
He's dressed in a blue YEET crop top, matching glasses, black sweatpants, white air forces, his silver Cuban link chain, and fan bracelets.
I pop a piece of watermelon in my mouth and smile, as he comes out onto the stage and the crowd goes wild.
He's so over with the crowd it's crazy.
I'm so happy for and proud of him. <3
A few minutes have gone by and the promo is coming to a close.
"Tomorrow night," he begins. "Jimmy and Jey. Tomorrow night we stand on business. Man, tomorrow night, you boutta catch this yeet-down."
The crowd follows up his quote with a "YEET!"
"And if you want Jimmy Uso to catch this yeet-down," he continues. "Then lemme hear you say YEET!"
The crowd, once again, answers him with "YEET!" and cheers as his music plays.
I smile and clap my hands, feeling extra proud of him.
I love Jon like a brother, but I just know my man has this match in the bag.
I decide to shoot him a quick little text:
Me: You killed that shit baby. So proud of you! đ„čđ€
I finish up my fruit and, as I'm washing out the bowl, my phone rings. I smile when I see it's from my best friend and Josh's sister in law, Trinity.
G: Hey Trin!
T: Hey babygirl! How are you?
G: I'm good! Just finished watching the guys' promo. You?
T: Ugh me too girl. I'm nervous but, no matter who comes out on top, they're gonna kill it tomorrow.
I smile, nodding in agreement.
G: Agreed! So what's up with you?
T: Not much, girl. I actually called to invite you over. I'm feeling pretty lonely without Jon here and I'd imagine you're feeling the same way about Josh.
I let out a deep sigh.
G: Girl you have no idea.
She giggles.
T: Come over then! We can go in the pool, take some cute pictures, and spend some time together. That way we can keep them off our minds for a bit.
I smile and dry off the bowl.
G: Sounds like a plan girlfriend. I'll be over in about an hour or so.
She squeals and claps her hands.
T: Period! I'll see you soon babe!
We say our goodbyes and I head upstairs to shower and get ready.
I decide on a simple yellow cheeky bikini, throw a tube top and denim shorts over it, then head out.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
I've been over at Trin's for a few hours now.
Our reason for hanging out has been quite the success: while I still miss Josh a ton, she's been keeping my mind off of it.
We decided to order in our favorite Chinese takeout and tune into SmackDown.
Specifically, Josh and his little brother Joseph aka Solo Sikoaâs match.
As my man is about to pin him, Jon comes running in from beside the ring, stopping the count.
I sigh and take a bite of my sesame chicken as Trin sucks her teeth. "He's so messy and for what?"
I shake my head letting out a soft giggle. "Girl that's your man. You're allowed to support him, I'll be okay."
She playfully shoves my arm and we share a laugh, before the crowd's cheering gets our attention and we turn back to the TV.
The camera pans to Cody Rhodes and Seth Rollins running out to the ring.
Eventually, they make it and fight off Jon and Solo, saving my man.
A soft smile appears on my face as Josh climbs to the top rope and delivers an Uso Splash to his twin.
"Girl," Trin says breathlessly, before taking a sip from her wine glass. "This rivalry got me all the way fucked up."
I nod in agreement. "Amen to that. Hopefully after tomorrow they can just hug it out and make up."
She nods and we share a laugh, then proceed to watch the rest of the show.
After another few hours of watching our favorite romcoms, eating, and sharing laughs, it's past midnight and I decide to head home.
"Alright boo," Trin says, leaning against my window once I'm in my car safely. "Drive safely and please text me once you get home."
"I will," I reply, and we share yet another hug through the window. "I love you."
"I love you too babygirl," she exclaims.
We say our goodbyes and I head off.
About 15 minutes into driving, my phone rings and reveals that Josh is FaceTiming me.
I smile, connect my phone to bluetooth, prop it up so that he can see me, and answer.
His gorgeous face pops up on my screen.
He seems to be laid in his hotel room bed, with his arm propped behind his head.
G: "Hi lovebug."
J: "Hey babygirl. Where you headed at this time of night?"
G: "Home. I was at Trin's place for a while. We had a pool day and watched the show together."
J: "Aw that sounds nice."
I smile while stopping at a red light and lift up my arms to stretch, yawning in the process.
He smiles, just sitting there watching me.
J: "Tired mama?"
G: "Exhausted. I can't wait to take a shower and sleep."
He lets out a chuckle.
J: "I bet. I wish I was there to help you relax."
G: "Me too baby. I miss you."
J: "I miss you more ma. But I'll be home before you know it."
I nod, giving him a soft smile and turning onto our block.
Soon enough, I park my car in our driveway and head into the house, locking the door behind me.
I shoot Trin a text while still on the phone with Josh:
Gigi đ: Hey sis. I just made it home. đ€
Trin đ„°đ«¶đœ: Good to hear girl. It was so good seeing you today. â€ïž
Gigi đ: Same here. Love you! đ«¶đœ
Trin đ„°đ«¶đœ: Love you too! Sleep well. đ„°
You loved âLove you too! Sleep well. đ„°â
I smile and close my tabs, going back to the FaceTime with my man.
Assuming he's getting ready for a shower, he peels his shirt off, revealing his gorgeously toned torso and perfectly caramel colored tattooed skin.
Fuck I miss that body so badly.
He must've caught me lacking, because he smirks and raises an eyebrow.
J: "You like what you see, baby?"
I bite my lip, nodding.
G: "You know I do. I miss having that body all to myself every night."
J: "Who says you can't?"
I raise an eyebrow, clearly confused, before he continues.
** tiny smut warning! **
J: "Get those clothes off and lay down for me, mama."
I bite my lip and stare at the screen for a second as he sexily pulls down his sweats and boxers, allowing his dick to spring free.
I prop up my phone so that he can see me and slowly peel off my clothes as well.
He begins to get hard and strokes himself at the sight of my now naked body.
J: "Fuck baby. Your body...the things it does to me...you're so dangerous."
I sit on my knees and massage my breasts, sticking out my tongue and allowing my saliva to drip onto them.
J: "Good girl baby. Play with those tits for daddy. You know just what I like."
After a few minutes of this, we move onto my lower half.
"F-fuck daddy! Just like that!" I moan, my head thrown back, pumping my fingers in and out of my hole.
Josh moans along with me, stroking his now wet hand from the base to the tip of his dreamy dick, never taking his eyes off of me.
J: "I want you to cum for daddy. Let go. Can you do that for me?"
"U-uh huh," I reply, my fingers still at work, except now they're making rapid circles on my clit.
J: "Use your words for daddy, baby."
"Y-yes daddy!" I utter out in between moans, slowly but surely reaching my climax.
J: âGood girl.â
Just seconds later, I feel a pit in my stomach.
âD-daddy! Iâm so fucking close!â I practically scream.
J: âCum for daddy, baby. Gimme that shit.â
My body jerks as warm, white liquid pours out of me and onto the bed.
J: "Pick up your phone baby. Daddy wants to watch all that cum spill out of your pretty lil pussy."
I do as he says and, soon enough, I've made a huge mess all over our sheets.
And as if on cue, he hits his climax as well.
** smut over! **
"Fuck," I whisper breathlessly, laying back and panting like a nut job.
I can hear deep breaths coming through his side of the phone as well.
J: "You did so well for me baby. And once I get home, it's gonna be even sweeter."
I nod, my mouth still hanging open.
He chuckles and cleans up his mess, as I quickly change our sheets and get ready for my shower.
"I'm gonna get in the shower and hop in bed," I exclaim, my voice just above a whisper. "I'll call you in the morning?"
He nods. "Sounds good, mama. Go get some rest. I love you."
I give him a soft smile. "I love you too, baby. Good night."
We say our goodbyes and he even kisses me through the phone, causing me to giggle before we hang up.
I toss my phone aside and head into the bathroom.
I take a steaming hot everything shower, do my nighttime skin care, brush my teeth, all of that.
Once finished, I climb into bed and tuck myself under the covers.
I reach over and grab one of Josh's pillows from his side of the bed and snuggle it.
It smells heavenly - just like him.
The scent brings me automatic comfort, and within minutes, I drift off to sleep.
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This is literally pornographic what the fuck
#I am going insane. I need to suck him silly and lick him all over my GOD#his mouth is so pink and the smeared makeup ohhhh my god#he was just open mouth panting in the ring????#do you think this is what it'd look like when someone gives him head#also incredible angle for any armpit perverts#the veins in his arms I'm gonna start biting things#GCW#Danhausen
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⧠âșËł cw. fem! reader. husband nanami, whiney nanami, brÄeding, cowgirl, mdni. adding to this
riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose. focusing his weight purely on his rocking chair, the continuous creaks sing as youâre rutting back and forth. âs- sweetheart,â he slurs in a dreamy tune, a baritone-like rasp falling on his words. one hand of his grips toward your waist, tracing a thumb against the pretty curvature of your torso. whining yourself, you lean in toward his neck to bury your face near the crook, but he makes you collapse back. âno, no. donât hide from me, wanna see those eyes,â and as gentle, mahogany irises meet your own, he groans. âgood girl, my good girl. jusâ keep lookinâ at me, yeah.â
âkennnn,â you whimper, the repetitive dragging of your hips scratching a bittersweet carnal itch near the insides of your brain. his body heat was scorching hot, you thought you were gonna melt. the insatiable skin slapping against skin makes you deliriously numb, you want more. with your loose jaw hanging itself open, droopingâyou lean in to lick a stripe up his neck. âfuck, âs good. mhm,â and each time you slam back and forth against him, he kisses his teeth. nanamiâs sweating profusely, he barely even notices though because his entire attentionâs focused on you. his pretty girl. although, the moment you start to dip your hips in a deep circular rotation, he tosses his head back.
âfuckinâ s- shittt,â he swears, and even his curses sounded so blissful . . sinful. for the first time in forever, nanami whines. the palm of his hand then closes in on your ass to give it a good firm squeeze. with fawn strands covering his eyes, he starts to shake. with his hefty chest heaving and a needy tone pouring from his voice, his gaze meets yours once more. âmarry me, m- marry me, i need you to be my wife, please.â
an eyebrow of yours quirk upward at his words as a smile pierces its way against your spit-slicked lips. you throw your arms over his broad shoulders before giving him a sweet reply.
âhm?â and your hips had him going insaneâthe tempo, it was just right. not too fast nor too slow. the centers of your jittery knees bury itself into the sides of the chair before you whisper into his ear. âdid you forget, baby? âm already your wife.â
nanami moans, your voice was enough to make him spasm right then and thereâyou sounded so sweet but your insides felt even sweeter.
your sloppy cunt grips against him tight like a vice, simply clinging onto him for dear life. within each pull and bounce against his lap, your walls were so gummy and goopy. it was just tantalizing. you were nothing but a tease and he only craved for more as each second passes.
taking in every inch of his thick cock, you hold back a noise yourself. digging the edges of your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress an incoming squeal, you kiss his neck â it was slow, you create a soft trail of butterflies with your lips. marking his neck with your own wings that press against your mouth.
âhah, oh . . are we?â he responds, panting. with a hand still glued to your hip like itâs made of adhesive, his eyes meets his ring finger. you and him were definitely still married. he groans, feeling a lump in his throat equivalent to the size of a saucer. âah, forgive me sweetheart. âm sorry, y- your hips are just so..â
he doesnât even bother trying to finish his trembling sentence before his cock kisses up against your g-spot once more. not just an ordinary kiss though, a french kiss.
itâs sloppy, passionate, and exquisitely thorough.
tangled fingers of yours claw at his cerulean blue dress collar. with cobwebs and cobwebs of slick saliva sloshing against each mouth â he huffs, shivering from your hands to roam further down his work shirt he wore. nanami was sexily slouched back, two thighs spread open for you with a single leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.
oh, he was close. his base sags and hangs as youâre rutting against him quicker and quicker. with a nice amount of fingers scraping through his hair and toying your fingertips with his scalp, you dip your tongue further into his mouth. âm- my love,â he purrs, and you donât think youâve ever heard him so whiney. his voice was melodic at most, each breaking syllable making the throbbing between your legs intensify. âdonât stop, pleaseâi love you, i love you.â
âi love you too âken,â you babble, feeling the elastic stretch curve and pull through your walls.
your lips part and you moan before feeling him hold your waist tight. nanami groans against your ear and itâs so low that it was almost a mere growl. it could have easily been mistaken as a growl with the raspiness in his voice. with your knees continuing to plow deeper into the chair, bouncing back and forth, he spanks you, again, and again, and again.
nanamiâs about to come, you know once his prettily blown irises roll wayyy back until heâs seeing white and his thin brows curl into a proper furrow.
each sloppy bounce against his lap punctuates so good that heâs barely able to hold his moans back by now. you had him hooked. his faint poking dimples press together as he tries to speak, but instead of words, another dragging whine escapes. leaning up against his ear, your warm breath tickles his lobe. âcâmon, kento. cum in me, âs okay. make a mess in me, baby.â
âf- fuck, keep talk to me just like that, sweetheart ân i might,â he replies back in a shaky tone, feeling a chill reside up his spine.
your cuntâs addictive warmth was preparing to milk him for all that heâs worth. as he clenches down on his jaw for the umpteenth time, his grip against your waist tightens. âugh, âs gonna be so much. so much for you, my sweet l- love,â and as heâs rambling, a thick load abruptly shoots into your core, dribbling into your womb. itâs hot, and when it rains it pours. nanami swallows thickly, the same lump that lived in his throat was now forming into a ball. your hips steadily slow down and you glance down to see the lewd mess emitting deeply into you. itâs so muchâitâs velvety, creamy ropes of cum that quickly fill you up to the very top. as his tip spits such sloppy amounts of seed into your starved cunt, he bites his lip. âoh, âs still cominâ out. forgive me, âm givinâ you all of me, princess.â
with a soft smile, you kiss near the crevice of his mouth where a tiny crinkle caresses and marinates against his soft features. âdonât apologize for being dirty, ken. âs okay.â and his face softens at your words. nanami feels his body shudder with heat from how gentle you were with him.
youâre clinging onto him dry and heâs still pumping you full of ridiculous inchesâfeaturing his beloved, syrupy textured cum. itâs a whopping amount that he could barely process how much heâs gifted to you until he actually looks down. the moment chest deflates, the sensitive crown head of his cock gives your sweetest spot its final chaste kiss. satisfied with being filled to the very brim, you donât get off just yet. instead, you remain there, gently brushing your hips forward.
âm- marry me,â he repeats, his voice cracking.
nanami hears the squelches and spurts your own pussy makes from the residue of cum spewing from the undersides of your legs. âah,â and he grips your chin, attempting to kiss you but his lips instead reach toward your chin. you worn him out, heâs barely even reaching your mouth and itâs cute. nanamiâs got hooded half lidded eyes and a pried open mouth. heâs almost drooling for you, thatâs how whipped you had him. âbe my wife, i need you.â
kissing his cheek, you smile at his current pussy drunken state. taking a mental image to savor this moment forever, a thumb brushes its way against his tender cheek. âi'm your wife already, silly,â and his eyes dramatically roll back in rapture again. nanamiâs releases always last long, and heâs still getting over it. his dick twitches from the sound of your voice, and he wanted more of his sweet sweet wife. the feeling of your sopping walls squeezing him for every ounce of cum heâs got makes him grunt. it feels so good that itâs almost heavenly. itâs warm and insanely sticky â oozing in ropey wads from your hole before trickling all near his lap. âall yours, ken.â
âall m- mine,â he repeats breathlessly, gently grabbing your wrist up to his mouth.
with a sheepish exhale leaving his lips, a free hand slithers its way toward your tummy. sighing deeply, nanami makes direct eye contact. âmy love,â he repeats for a final time, and you gasp once he suddenly pulls out.
pouting for a second at feeling empty, he makes you lie flat on your back. nanamiâs got a feral look in his eyes, broad shoulders raising up and down and messy unkempt strands all in his face, he wants one thing tonight and itâs you.
as he spreads your quavering legs open with a single hand, he then creeps two fingers toward your stuffed cunt to smear his cum near your entrance. âsince weâre already married, let me g- give you a baby, sweetheart. youâd be such a good m- mommy.â
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Warning: Gojo has really bad breeding/pregnancy kink
You have an inkling that Gojo Satoru is trying to get you pregnant.
You weren't sure at first, but the subtle clues began to add up. The way he insisted on being close to you during your most fertile days, his knowing smiles whenever you mentioned the future, and the way he would tenderly ask about your health and if you were taking any medications. And then of course, the fucking.
He is absolutely relentless. He reels his hips back just enough so his fat tip barely leaves your warm cunny, the anticipation building as you brace yourself. In an instant, he slams them forward, hard and fast right into your cervix. It's like he is trying to bring you and himself to the edge as fast as possible. And what you don't know is that he is, and after that, he will start all over again.
At the start he is able to keep his composure. But as he thrusts deeper, Jesus, when he feels, like, really fucking feels how warm and tight your pussy is, he starts to crumble like sand. Seeing you beneath him, your eyes glassy with tears from the intensity, your lower lip trembling as soft moans escape you, stirs something primal within him. It makes his body kick into auto-pilot as his head fills with thoughts only on filling you.
"F-feel so good baby," Gojo will groan into your ear as he rolls his hips into you. "S-shit I cant-" he gasps when you squeeze his length, your pussy squeezing him in a vice grip. That's when the babbling starts.
His mind is too hazy with euphoria to actually realize what he is saying but once he starts he can't stop; "Gonna cum in you baby, gonna cum in you and make you a mommy yeah?" He groans and throws his head back, sweat dripping now his neck, Adams's apple bobbing and mouth open as he pants for air.
"Come on answer me baby" He's not a whining man but here he is stumbling over his words like a school boy because of how good he feels right now. "Tell me how good you feel, tell me how you wanna be a mommy, how you wanna have my babies"
You know you should say no. You really do, but you just cant stop yourslef. "I do, I do I do" you babble, the words strung out on your lips from how good he is fucking you. Each of his thrusts sends electric shocks through your veins, the delicious friction of his cock setting your nerves alight. He fills you completely, stretching you to a blissful fullness that borders on too much, yet exactly what you crave. The way he moves within you, deep and relentless, drives you to the edge of sanity. His intensity, the raw power behind each movement, makes you feel cherished and claimed all at once. The euphoria builds, each stroke stoking the fire within you, each moment of fullness punctuated by a hunger for more. The collision of his dick against your cervix has you seeing colors. His motions are fluid due to how wet you are and his pelvis rubs against your sensitive clit so so so perfectly, driving you closer near the edge.
He moans at your words. God you were so perfect, you were going to be the perfect mother he can practically see it now; your cute belly bump, your tits round and plump with milk. He thinks that you would have to pry him off your nipple because god once he gets a test of you he won't be able to stop. Everything feels so good, he is practically seeing colors, oh god he is close he is so close-
"Fuck!" Gojo's hip stutter and his grip tightened significantly, a loud moan of your name slipping from his lips as his own orgasm washed over him, coming so hard he sees white. As the warm, sticky liquid fills your cunt, a surge of intense pleasure washes over you. The sensation is both overwhelming and deeply satisfying, and enough to bring you over the edge. Your pussy spasms from the pleasure and a white ring of cum forms around his dick from how tight the fit is.The warmth spreads, a comforting yet exhilarating feeling that envelopes your senses, leaving you awash in a blissful glow.
Maybe a baby with Gojo wouldn't be so bad.
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â âđđ â â đđđđđđđđ. your older boyfriend, satoru, shows you just how much he adores you in his private office <3
tags. older bf!gojo satoru x virgin!female reader. age gap (reader early 20âs, satoru early 30âs). smut, pwp. fÄ«ngering. multiple ĆrgĂ sms; overstimulation. mention of corruption kink. dry hĆ«mping. nicknames âprincess, baby, beautifulâ. pls ignore any grammar errors xx
âheh, donât look at me. look at yourself, princess,â satoru chuckles, easily noticing how your head is tilted in attempt to watch him as he gets you off. youâre sitting on his thighs with your legs spread, shamelessly allowing him to finger you in his office.
your shaky eyes dart down to your dripping cuntâclearly seeing how itâs got a mind of its own. itâs squeezing satoruâs long fingers as he moves them in the speed of light. your limbs are shaking by the amount of pleasure youâre receiving.
âthe-the door,â you hiccup. you hadnât locked the door behind you when you walked into satoruâs office. you definitely wouldnât want any of his colleagues to walk in on you. though, that didnât seem to worry your boyfriend. all heâs focusing on at the moment is your perfect pussy taking in his middle and ring finger.
satoruâs glossy lips are parted and covered in spit. he has to lick up the drool from the corner of his mouth so it wouldnât dirty your opened blouse. heâs quite literally salivating at the sight and feeling of your warm cunt. . .
âthe others âre busy, they wonât come in as long as you keep your pretty voice down,â satoru promises you in a smooth tone, blue eyes wide with fascination as he stares down at your pussy.
heâs always imagined what itâd be like to be inside of you. what it would feel like to hold you in his arms and make love to you without holding himself backâ to show you a world you have yet to discover.
satoru wants to be the first one to do that, though heâll wait until youâre ready. for now, heâs completely satisfied with just a taste of heaven.
âfuck, baby, sheâs beautiful,â satoru praises your delicate pussy. your wet folds continue to make way for more of his fingers, spreading as he tries to enter a third digit into your poor, clingy hole. you whine as you feel satoru prepare you by rubbing your clit repeatedly with his thumbâtrying to make you as wet for him as you possibly could be.
you shake your head, âcanât take more, âtoru.â it genuinely feels like youâre being stretched out. three fingers are going to take you out. ânuh-uh,â satoru mocks you before telling you to look at him. the moment you do, his lips envelop yours in a lustful yet comforting kiss. you moan into his mouth and he does the same back, eyebrows furrowing because of how good it feels to suck on your tongue.
his fingers donât stop. the third slides in and you jolt back against satoruâs chest. âshh, shh, i got you,â the older man attempts to calm you down. he stops fingering you for a second so you could adjust to the stretch. youâre tightâhe can feel his erect cock twitching in his pants, begging to replace his fingers. he canât, not yet.
satoru cusses under his breath once he feels your ass rub against the bulge in his uniformâs pants. youâre killing him and you donât even realise it because youâre too focused on his fingers fucking your cunt. shlick shlick shlick â youâre dripping wet.
âiâm gonna cum,â you whisper through a soft gasp. it would be your third orgasm. youâre sensitive and your pussy feels like itâs on fire. your lower abdomen is tingling and aching. youâre going to inevitably squirt all over his chair, again.
satoru bites his lip as he hears you announce how close you are. his long fingers are already soaked with your juices, coating them with a sticky layer that he cannot wait to taste. âdo it, baby. wanna see you cum,â your boyfriend coos.
satoru loves the way your hips circle back to him, rubbing against his groin. youâre driving him insane without even knowing it. he curls his fingers inside you, thumb still circling your clit for extra stimulation. youâre being driven to the edge of insanity.
he bucks his hips a little each time you involuntarily move in his lap. âtoruuu, fnnh, so close,â youâre not only moaning because of the fingers inside of you, but also because of the hard bulge rubbing against and between your ass cheeks.
satoru knows your voice can easily carry over to the next room. youâre usually loud when you finish on his fingers. he takes his free hand and pushes your head back against his shoulder, his index and middle finger sliding into your mouth to silence you.
your whimpers are muffled as you automatically start sucking on his digits. satoru kisses your ear and jawline, whispering small words of praise against your skin because of your obedience. âkeep it down for me, beautiful. yâre already doing so well.â
your eyes roll back as your saliva dribbles down his left hand. the wet trail runs down his veiny arm thatâs exposed to your view. you love it when satoru pushes the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbowsâit reminds you of why everyone fawns over him. itâs hot.
youâre trying to hold out, not wanting to cum. you wish to stay like this, with satoruâs fingers deep in your cunt and mouth, his bulge grinding against the fat of your ass.
the white-haired man instantly notices this and chuckles to himself; youâre fighting a losing battle. he increases the pace, his wrist working over time so his fingers could reach those sweet spots in your velvety walls. he decides to rile you up some more;
âshiit, just imagine that âts my cock stretching your pretty cunt out,â satoru grins against your ear. he knows youâre weak for dirty talk. you have never felt what itâs like to be stuffed full of a dick, and thus the imagination adds to the raunchiness of it all.
you shiver and let out a small moan escape your mouth before you continue to suck on satoruâs fingers. all this time youâve settled for make out sessions, grinding and oral pleasure. youâre needy for more than that.
satoru knows what buttons to push. he knows how to make you melt and give in to him and his words. he bites your earlobe after letting his tongue lick the skin, âall filled up to the brim. youâd like that, huh?â
you barely managed to stifle a loud whine at that. your eyes widen and your pussy spasms around his fingers. you know itâs not long before youâre going to cream all over satoruâs hand.
sweat trickles down your forehead.
âyes, yes, yes!â you moan repeatedly, voice muffled by the fingers in your mouth. you can hear your boyfriend grunt into your ear after seeing how enthusiastically youâre responding. heâs totally getting off to youâre desperation.
satoru wants to cum so bad. he wants to shoot ropes of his cum in the pussy heâs prepping to one day take his dick.
you see black spots in your vision because of how hard the climax hits you. your breath hitches and you grip onto the armrests of the chair for support. a spray of clear and watery juices covers satoruâs entire hand and bits of his armâevidence of just how much you enjoyed your little session with him.
the older man pats your tummy and rubs it, comforting you as the aftershocks of your climax hit. he pulls his fingers out of your messy cunt and brings them up to his glossy lips, thoroughly licking every drop off. his dick pulses in his pants at the delicious taste.
youâre panting as you try to get your thighs to stop shaking. youâre out of energy, drained. all that you hear replaying in your mind is satoruâs dirty talk. you donât know if you can handle his dick if youâre already overwhelmed by the way he skilfully uses his fingers.
as if sensing your thoughts, your boyfriend smirks and hugs your body tightly to his chest.
âcanât give it tâ ya now,â satoru whispers and pouts, teasing you as if to turn you on again. he takes his wet fingers out of your mouth and presses his lips against yours as a promise, âbut one day i will, yeah? one day iâll fuck ya so good youâll only know my name.â
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MONSTA!
Synopsis. Mama, youâre in love with a criminal monster!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, werĂ©wolf!Toji, rĂșts, bĂting, ghostface!Choso, slight knĂfeplay, breĂ©ding, creampĂes, knots, true form!Sukuna, dp, smĂĄcking, NĂEDY boys, vampĂres, turning, clan leader!Gojo, cĂșlt leader!Geto, exhĂbitionism (Geto), mentions of having kĂds, PĂSSYDRUNK, squĂrting, bĂłdy worshĂp, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 5.9k (whoops)
A/N. First post of kĂnktoberrrr, hope yâall have a lovely month <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - FULL MOON FULL YOU!
âBabyââ Tojiâs raspy baritone vibrates throughout your squirming body, all the way down to where he was unapologetically stuffing you gapingly full. Heâs pressing hot kisses along your face, your neck. Everywhere and anywhere. âBaby.â
Youâre never seen him this needy. This unable to hold back.Â
And suddenly youâre finding yourself flipped over to straddle his strong hips, the bed creaking strenuously when he jabs up all greedy inches stretching your overfilled pussy open.Â
Thereâs nowhere to run - nowhere to hide from Toji and the way heâs simply dragging you down with five of his thick digits wrapped snugly around your throat. âMy baby.â
Truly, he was always so mean to you whenever it was a full moon.Â
So determined to make sure you end up just as round and glowing as you are in his wettest of dreams.Â
Youâre gasping, âWh-what do you-â
âWhoopsâ He titters, sucking lewdly on your glossy pout, âDid I say that out loud? But, I mean- really silly girl-â Toji bares his elongated canines at your drunken look of shock. Feral. Depraved. â-what else did ya expect coming to a werewolf in rut?â
Drool trickles down the corner of his mouth when the vicious curve of his fat tip draws relentless glides across your g-spot, mapping you from the inside out. Bouncing you precariously on top of him while he fucked up relentlessly over and over-
âAh!â youâre yelping when Toji bites down harshly on the tender crook of your neck. Hard enough to draw blood, your hips stuttering down in a lewd thwack! onto his sharper ones.
âF-fuckââ the sharp nails on your fingers just dig into his skin, and it makes him grin. âRight there- hah- right there- need you to cum in me again, Toji-â
âYeah?â he croons from below, quirking up a dark brow. âThink you can handle it- I mean just look.â Thereâs a low, sultry growl coming from the very depths of his broad chest when Tojiâs pulling out ever-so-slightly. His vice-likehold around your neck tightens even more, breath puffing in raggedly hot pants against your cheek. âLook at this.â
And, fuck, you canât look away.Â
Tojiâs gripping the red, angry base of his cock, giving the peak of your puffed-up clit a stinging smack! smack! smack! with the very tip of his weep, rotund head.Â
And your overspilling pussy just clenches to coat his throbbing cock in such a milky gloss of cum and saturated slick, dredging down to form a creamy ring at the very bottom of his thick hilt. âYeahhh- think you can handle it, heh.â
As soon as heâs bullying his length back in-between your sopping wet pussy lips, Toji just throws his head back, darkened eyes rolling to the back of his head.
His mouth just waters, heavy cum-filled balls squeezing so painfully, all the blood in his writhing body flowing into a thick knot at his base. And he has to hold himself back from marking down your neck once again.Â
âFuck- fuck yeah thaâs what mâtalking- a-about.â His words are slurring now, heaving. Youâve taken him fully before - but he always grew so massive during this time - all the air knocks out of your lungs at how sinfully he stretched you wide open. âGonna give ya a baby- gonna- ah- gonna make you such a pretty momma.â
And maybe it was because of the rut - maybe you were just that cockdrunk already - but Tojiâs rough handling on your hips were veering into bruising territory. Leaving neat little fingernail patterns along your skin, making use of each and every bit of inhuman strength he had to hammer with such pressurized pummels into your poor pussy.
âOh-â your jaw slacks open when his sloppy hips jerk you to and fro. Itâs like his girth was just molding your plush walls to his size. The calloused curve of his thumb dances upwards to roll over your clit, âFeels so- hngh! So good Tojiâ oh my god-â
âYa think god can hear ya right now, baby?â heâs leering, jutting his engorged dick upwards until it leaves a messy puddle of his swelteringly hot cum at your thighs, âTell me how much you hah- want it.â
Each word is just spat at you, and your breathy little whimpers and moans mumble out into his cushiony pecs. âWant it s-so-â
Thereâs another mean smack against your sensitive clit. âNuh uh. No stutterinââ
âTojiâ!â Big fat tears are streaming down your eyes, ones he lolls his tongue out to catch. Groaning at the slightly salty taste, âWant it so- hah- so bad. Wanâ you to get me pregnant- ngh!â
Such a deep growl is hissed against your kiss-bitten lips, and itâs all it takes before Tojiâs breath hitches - rough - and he cums all over again.Â
He barely even slows down, grunting out the hoarse mantra of your name. âOh fuck-â Tojiâs feet plant firmly on the silken sheets, arching his back in a tantalizing curve upwards. Achy cock pushing and pushing until heâs managing to squeeze that fattened knot at the very base of his cock through that first ring of muscle. And then heâs shooting such thick spurts of cum all the way into the very back of your pussy, coating your channel in drippingly wet coats of white. âYeah- fuck- Take it all- mâgonna make you a- ohhh-âÂ
As if on cue, his teeth find their way back over where your pulse was thundering rapidly. Marking. Claiming. So filthy that it takes only a few more of his hurried, sloppy swivels before youâre cumming as well.Â
Youâre breathing out shallowly, smoothing out one of your palms over where you could feel the excess of his seed oozing down slowly along your womb.Â
âOh- donât do that- f-fuck-â Toji was the one stuttering now, his unsteady hips trying desperately to get back that sultry push and pull from before. Difficult with his knot, he was cockwarming you so thoroughly now, all of his solid inches plugging you full - making sure you take his seed the way he wanted to. And it was killing him.Â
âWhen this thing goes down-â He drags you by the throat to crash your lips against his. Free hand patting at your stomach, â-ya better know mâbreedinâ ya once more. Until I physically canât.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - BloodLUST
âHngh- K-Ken-â your syrupy, slurred-out moans sounds so pretty in Nanamiâs ears. So greedy just like the way your drippingly wet cunt calls to him, making such a primal part of himself rear its dark little head. âIt feels so- hahâ good-â
âDoes it now, my love?â Nanamiâs intertwining his fingers with yours, gifting a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. His knees spread apart your trembly legs even further, fucking you harder and harder into the cushiony pillows.
God, the mating press he had you viciously folded into felt so torturously good. Exactly his favorite position to have you in - to spear his thick cock into you like an animal. Jostling out your insides until you were stretched tautly around his swelteringly hot cock, stuffed with so many of his solid inches that you could barely speak.Â
Yeah, times like this, Nanami was so entranced by your cunt that his pussydrunk self lets his control slip - just a little bit. He could bare his gentle, fawny eyes with something dangerous. Something that had you gulping, nervous gaze flickering down to his sharply glistening fangs.
âKen-â youâre pulling him closer by his favorite speckled tie - barely even bothering to change out of his work before he caught a whiff of your bubbly sweet scent. Before he just had to have you. Hot breath sending goosebumps down his spine, âI wanâ you to bite me-â
Slam!
Just the thought of that has him heaving his hand down onto the rickety headboard, jaw clenched. Gritting out, âDonât- fuck, donât say things youâre not s-sure about.â
And all he gets is your protesting pout, thighs squeezing even tighter around his broad shoulders. Easily swallowing up every inch after inch that slammed so recklessly into your cunt, clingy ropes of precum seeping out of those bare edges.Â
âBut I am sure.â Your sweet coo makes him just throw his head back, and he can only pant and pant while youâre bringing up a tender hand up to cup his cheeks. Thumbing just barely over the pointed curl of his canines, âIâm sure I want you to f-fuck bite- me-â
Itâs like heâs trying to fuck that little plea out of you. Dragging you down those damply silken sheets with one of his big beefy arms. The other smushing your cheeks together, âThaâs jusâ this needy pussy talkinâ, darling.â
âBut Ken donât you wanna be with m-â
âHush, now.â heâs dragging a slick thumb over the gaping opening of your pretty pussy, eyeing down in wonder at just how much you seemed to clench at this conversation. Your already drenchingly wet channel sputtering out wave after sloppy wave of squelches each time he buried himself to his blond hilt. âOf course- I wish to only be with you for sâlong as youâll have me.â All the way until Nanami was sure heâd leave the lingering convulses of your pussy clamping around nothing, until your eyes were drooping shut, and those pretty whines were all that smart mouth of yours could get out. âBut dontcha think sâbetter to be human? Better than- this-â
Each of his pressurized plunges have the bed creaking protestingly - absolutely no match, and it was a wonder that you hadnât broken bones. Yet.Â
But you knew that Nanami Kento would never hurt you.
Itâs what has you dragging him in for a deep kiss, letting him moan harmonically into your mouth. âMâsure.â Drawling out before he could get a second word in, youâre threading your fingers through his undercut, tugging just slightly enough that his breath hitches in a fully deep gasp. âPlease- I wanna be with you Ken-â Heâs turning to kiss the golden band of your recent engagement ring, slow and lingering. â-forever.â
Nanami just swallows, âAs you wish, my love.â
And then heâs biting you - and then youâre cumming. Only, you donât know which one comes first.
Just that suddenly your fiancĂ©âs surging his hulking body forwards, crushing you under the heavy weight he canât hold back. Glinting fangs sinking deep into your booming pulse with a raspy groan, you see white - cumming and cumming so hard that all you can do is drag your nails down his muscled back.Â
âOh-â Nanami gasps out, heaving - as if heâd just run a marathon. Heâs holding you so sweetly, but fucking you as roughly as your semi-human body would allow. He only parts with your neck for a split-second, before running his hot tongue over and over in long, languid stripes. Drinking you in. Greedy. âYâtaste so sweet- fuck, always smelt so good but- ahhh fuck you taste so- so perfect.â
Itâs only a matter of a few sloppy thrusts into your gooey heaven, him just dragging out your high by knocking feverishly into each of your practiced sweets spots. And with a final, slurping lick - Nanamiâs cumming.
SNAP!
His thrumming dick flagging once. Twice. Before gushing out in such wet strands of seed, a creamy mess which fills you from the inside out. Only then is Nanami pulling away, letting you see him in all his utterly fucked-out glory - neat hair askew, high cheekbones blushing, mouth snapping with strands of saliva and your blood. It trickles down the twitching corner of his mouth, smearing lewdly when he rests his face atop your jiggling tits.Â
His entire body is shaking. Sensitive. Fuck, heâs almost wondering why he didnât do this sooner.
âGonna be mine now.â he utters, guttural and deep from within his panting chest. Shallow. Needy. Jerking forwards in addictive little ruts, his furious cock was still beading out pearlescent ribbons of cum. Overfilling you to the brim. It was stretching out your insides full, dredging down each of your sopping wet wall with each fucked out rut. âMine.â
Nanami takes his hand off of the now-demolished headboard, intertwining his thick fingers with yours. Kissing that metallic band, âForever.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Mr. Leader
âSuch a naughty girl ya are.â Geto simpers in that dangerously soft tone of his, two of his long, slender fingers draw a sultry circle around the very rim of your sloppily stuffed hole. Just coating it in a glossy sheen of his own cum from earlier tonight, heâs holding it up at the stony-faced crowd on the platform below you two. âWonât you agree?â
And you can only scrunch your eyes shut in embarrassment at the ripples of whispers - agreement, no doubt, itâs not like anyone had the courage to test your cult leader boyfriendâs patience. Except for you.
âS-Sugu-â you whine. âDonâ hafta be so mean about it-â
You regret the words as soon as theyâre tumbling out of your mouth, because thatâs all it takes for Geto to unapologetically circle his pretty fingers around the column of your neck. Hauling your pliant self up to straddle his bulgingly angry cock for everyone to see.Â
âWhat was that?â he whispers, lips curling up into a grin. And at your lack of an answer, heâs moving - rocking back and forth in such a slow, purposeful pace. Fingers tightening, âWould you care to repeat that, gorgeous?â
âN-no- ah!â you shake your head, entire body wracking with shudder at the feeling of the absolute mess he was making inside you. Sloshing all over the place, down your trembly thighs, pooling onto the associationâs platform. Your hands are jittery once they grab onto his velvety robes, âDidnât- hngh- didnât mean it, SuguâŠâÂ
A pout teases its way onto Getoâs face, and with no remorse heâs bending your back into the sluttiest arch for him. Showing off the way those puffy pussy lips of yours were struggling so sinfully around his thick girth, barely being able to accommodate each of the greedy inches you were swallowing so quickly.
âWhat do you think?â he groans, and you realize with a jolt that heâs not talking to you now. Taunting fingers scissor open your overfilled cunt even more, just having you gapingly held open, âShould I go easy on her?â
Geto doesnât wait for an answer, instead heâs leveraging that powerful hold around your throat to just drag you down every inch of his thick, throbbing cock. Biting down on his lower lip at the way your gummy walls were so clingy.Â
Youâre whining an audible ah! ah! ah! at each of his hefty clashes against your g-spot - it echoes all throughout the stage and makes Geto laugh. Laugh.
âThey might tell me to go easy-â heâs whispering against your ear, biting down smugly on your jaw. Youâre trapped - so utterly helpless in his grasp and fuck do you want it so bad. â-but I donât know if my girl deserves it.â
Each word of his drips straight to your velvety cunt, clenching in such a lewd pulse that Geto almost considered teasing you about how hard it was to fuck into you just the way he wanted.Â
Your sweaty palms cup his face, bringing your lips crashing against his in such a messy, messy kiss. âPlease- Hngh- I want it- wanna cum, Sugu. Wanna have you cum in m- mmpfâ!â
Heâs cutting you off with a harsh suck on your delirious tongue, and another pressurized thrust right into the very depths of your sloppy pussy. Youâre all but bawling when he stutters up even harder at his sloppy pace - just rawly bucking up into you, making you take each sweltering kiss his thick head places along your plush walls.Â
âWant want want-.â Geto hisses against your lips, gnawing down in warning against them. âAll want- Iâve been fuckinâ you for hours now nâ youâre still s-so hah- demanding, gorgeous.âÂ
His slyly dripping undertone makes you rut your drenched cunt even harder down onto his smackingly sharp pelvis. Another spreading swipe against your sloppily full cunt reveals more of his potent seed dripping out, a sight that makes his mouth water. âEven after Iâve given you so hah- much, still want more, huh?â
And all you can do is nod half-drunkenly, âWant it.â And he has to admire how well you take his bullying thrusts. âWant it, please, Sugu?â
âWell-â that attractively authoritative tone of his voice makes you even more embarrassingly soaked. Planting a slidingly wet kiss against your lips, he raises his voice. âWhaddaya say? Think sheâs learned her lesson enough to cum?â
Somewhere in the distance, you think you hear a low âyes.â But you canât look over your shoulder - not with his steady, vice-like grip still blocking most of your airway. No, but you can just feel the moment when Getoâs bulbously swollen tip just twitches against your cervix, when his smacking balls clench. So hard, so tight.
And the only warning you get - âCum then, naughty girl.â
Within a few more messy strikes to your g-spot, you do - and itâs all over Getoâs pounding cock, your snug pussy is just gushing all over his crushing hips. Light-headed, vision tinging with black, your nails claw furious red patterns down his wrist at your throat.
âFuuuuck- yeah, milk yourself. Fuck yourself down on my cock while you cum.â Geto breathes out, voice lilting a few octaves higher than usual. His widened dark eyes lay locked on where your cunt was still coating him in all your slick juices, honeyed and syrupy down into a puddle. âSquirtinâ all over my cock i-in front of- hah- all these people? Ya really are something else, gorgeous.â
Slack-jawed, his glassy gaze only droops in disbelief at the sight of those dredges of cum and your juices dripping down the sopping wet ends of your slit. The way it slipped and slided between you two to make such a glossy mess. âWastinâ it, too.âÂ
And you canât do anything but gasp when his fingers dig even further around your throat, talking - not you. âNow, do I hafta teach her a lesson about wastinâ?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âLookinâ at his t-t-t-FACE!â
âBaby-â
â...â
âBaby, please.â Chosoâs gasping, his rounded Adamâs apple bobbing precariously at where you held his pretty little knife deftly to his neck. And despite that, it was the last thing on his mind. âPlease- jusâ want ya to fuckinâ move-â
You have to hold back your drunken giggles when heâs practically knocking off his ghostface mask in haste, hurrying to grab a handful of your ass. Squeezing. Kneading. Dragging you downwards to feed inch by fucking inch of his needy cock into your glistening cunt. âMove those pretty hips fâme, why dontcha?â
âHmmmâŠâ youâre dragging out in that honeyed tone of yours. And it makes the dangerous man just huff so poutily in a way you wished you could kiss away - if only that mask wasnât in the way, that is. You tug on a soft raven strand of his hair peeking out, âOnly if you take that mask off.â
And that makes him keen. It makes him sob.Â
It makes him bury his face into the crook of your sweat-sheened neck, easing another riotous half-thrust up into your silken smooth pussy, youâre practically cockwarming him now. âB-but-â Choso whimpers - whimpers.Â
One that cracks so lewdly at the end when your cunt gives a clingy squeeze, massaging down the ridges and veins decorating his fat cock. The feeling makes him throw his head back, lips glistening with fucked-out drool.Â
Heâs trying oh-so-desperately to swivel his achy cock even deeper inside you, hips jutting upwards to rummage your insides tentatively. The very bulbous tip of his cock swirling your insides so deliciously.Â
âPlease-â
âTake it off.â
Such a pretty cry wrenches out of Chosoâs mouth when your glossed lips press a chaste peck onto his mask, accompanied by such a slutty arch of your hip downwards. Snug cunt milking him with just an ounce of what he was begging for. Just a taste. âPlease- please please plase- fine- fuck! You win! Just please-â And youâre barely even given the time to react before heâs snatching back the knife in your hands. Cutting off his mask in an easy motion. â-fuck me!â
And oh was this ghostfaced intruder so pretty - his dark, dewy eyes filled to the brim with pussydrunk tears, lids drooping down slowly when he feels himself twitch. Hair disheveled and damp, there was such an innocently rosy blush all over his cheeks.Â
With wobbly, ravaged lips, he pleads, âPlease. Fuck me, baby. Use me.â
And you just canât help but slam your stuttering hips so sloppily down onto his, feeling the echoing smack! of his tight balls sting against your ass. Just two seconds of your riding him has him whining, his greedy hands didnât know where to be now - at your poor, neglected clit, or maybe guiding your tantalizingly perky nipples to his mouth, maybe even letting you take back his prized knife.Â
âOh-â your mouth crashes messily into his. Hypnotic. Each push and pull of your tongues is accompanied by your sopping wet pussy coating him in another wave after wave of syrupy slick. It leaves him speechless. âSuch a pretty, pretty boy. What a hah- shame you wear that mask.â
His head was so fucked. Just that little compliment makes him throb, hauling you down even further to feel his syrupy sweet precum sloshing around your gummy walls. The angry rounded divot on his fat head jostling inside you to bang right into your poor g-spot. It just felt so good.
âYou- you think Iâm hngh- pretty?â Heâs batting his long lashes up at you, and you feel his strong arms tighten around the small of your waist. Your hardened nipples scratch so tantalizingly against the fabric of his thick black cloak. âYou really- really think Iâm-â
Each word is heaved out in-between such sloppy thrusts, and the way youâre sucking him up so needily - so heavenly makes him moan. And you couldâve sworn you felt his achy shaft grow two sizes larger, contorting your elastic walls.
Sucking on your tongue between his pretty lips, âYouâre so- fuuuck- didnât know it could feel this good. Ngh- please- more- want more-â
âSo greedyââ you teasing, eyeing down at the way that only makes his blush grow darker. But that doesnât stop him - no, the very thought of stopping isnât anywhere on Chosoâs mind.Â
In fact, heâs only shuddering out a few sloppy thrusts into your gummy cunt before taking your sensitive clit between two fingers. Rolling his thumb gingerly, he mewls through lingering kisses. âDoes it feel good, baby?â And oh he canât take his eyes off of you, rutting upwards to chase after the lewd squelch! squelch! squelch! from down below. âYouâre ah- t-taking me so ngh, well. Fuck-â Head just throwing back at the mere sight of your puffy folds stretching out widely around his girth, bulging when he unapologetically bullies every inch of him. âPlease- tell me it feels good.â
Your grip just sears across his scalp when you tangle your fingers through his soft strands, baring his entirely pussydrunk face. His fucked-out grin, the way each bouncing pace of your hips had it growing wider and wider, eyes rolling to the back of his head. So pretty.
âMhm, so good, Choââ you moan, your fully stuffed cunt flutters at just how shamelessly that makes him throb. Letting you hover his knife just barely up, up, up his heaving chest, nipping lightly at Chosoâs pale neck. âMakes me so hah- h-happy when youâre behaving fâme. Like youâre my good boy.â
Heâs nodding before youâre even finishing the sentence, one hand tightening at your waist. Bruisingly so. The other drawing insistent, messy little circles, âMhm, mâyour good boyâ always gonna be- hngh-â It drags from his throat guttural and raw. Leaning up to kiss such a sloppy kiss against your lips, âNâ I wanna fuck you like I am, baby.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Demon time?
âTch-â Youâre gulping when the towering demon in front of you quirks up his brow sharply. Admonishingly. Crossing all four of his arms over his muscled chest while you sat all pretty and fucked-out on his manspread lap. âHow are ya gonna summon the king of curses nâ not even be able to take both his dicks, brat?â
Heâs rolling his eyes at youâre protesting little whines, shifting done further on his decadent throne to have his fat cockspearheading even deeper.Â
Smack! All five of his thick fingers burn brandingly into the fat of your ass, the very motion makes you jump, your trembly legs tightening around his toned waist.Â
âNow now, I didnât say to jusâ act all cute nâ cockdrunk, did I?â His rough hands push apart your legs even more, another third hand is slotting into the hot core between your legs. And Sukuna smiles at the way youâre so soppingly wet, squeezing your puffed-up folds even further apart to swallow his twin girths. âAll I want is for you to- take- it-â
Oh, right now you couldnât speak. Couldnât even breathe with the way it felt like Sukuna was stretching out your insides so sinfully. Your pussy being stuffed to her poor limits, both of his hefty cocks bully their greedy way inside you.Â
âO-ohââ youâre whining so sweetly in his ear when one of his fat, bulbous tips press up into your g-spot. Slow. Still. But not for long - because that large, ravenous tongue split across Sukunaâs abs open wide to slurp at your pulsing clit. Depraved. âKuna- oh my god it f-feels so good- hngh-â
âKuna?â he seethes. Each of his stacked cocks find their way knocking at your womb, marking you where no human had before - exactly how he liked it. âYou dare call the king of curses âKunaâ brat?â
Tearily, you look up into his glowingly red eyes, âMâ-mâsorry, Sukuna- didnât think-â
But any and all answer is purposefully being fucked out of your now thoroughly hazy brain. Heâs grabbing at your hips to plunge into your drippingly wet channel, brandishing that tongue on his stomach to roll harshly over your clit. Circling the very tip over and over the sensitive nub - all while he simply lounged on his royal throne.Â
âDidnât tell ya to not call me that, did I?â Sukuna scoffs, and if you were in any better state of mind you couldâve sworn that there was a light tinge of red tainting the very tips of his ears. âTch- now donât you fuckinâ look at me with those pretty eyes-â Heâs giving your ass another clingy smack! Having you bouncing up and down easily along both of his impressive girth. âIf ya wanna be fucked by a demon so bad then be fucked, woman.â
And shit- you could already feel the way his sharp hipbones dug into your ass, the resounding thwack! thwack! thwack! of his heavy, twitching balls echoing across the dimly-lit throne room youâd been thrust into.Â
âPlease- Kunaïżœïżœâ your arms make their limp way around his neck. And the slight change in angle has him assaulting into the line of your cervix, fucking two girthy divots into the spongy bottom. You crane upwards to kiss him in a way that makes him smile at how you struggle. âMâgonna feel ya for the next week, hngh- sâso much better than any humanââ
Smack!
âWhat a naughty little minx ya are.â he jeers, but you could feel the way his throbbing cocks weep happily at your admission. Flooding your cunt with splatters of heated precum, slobbering out of you with each of his animalistic rams. âReally underestimated you, little human- hah! Nâ look at you now, about to cum all because of a big bad demon. Arenât ya embarrassed?âÂ
You couldnât shake your delirious head ânoâ fast enough, and not wasting a momentâs time Sukunaâs planting such a deep kiss on your pouty lips. âWell then, arenât you an interesting one, huh? Begging for the kingâs cock.â
âMhmââ youâre mewling, gliding your drooling pussy easily down his bulging cock. âWanâ you- wanna cum- wanna- hah-â
Youâre gifted with another one of his mean slaps, âMake up ya damn mind, brat. So greedy.â
But he doesnât stop - doesnât even think of it, actually. Because Ryomen Sukuna would never admit it but fuck, were you so perfect like this. So gorgeous. So very his.Â
Youâre already so full of him that you could almost spot the massive outlines of where he was steadily attacking your sweet spots. Draw a line across where he ended, rotund heads marking their way inside.
That he canât help but increase that strikingly sloppy staccato of his, fucking you repeatedly stupid. He just lunges forwards to have you riding both his monster cocks and his tongue, the stimulation of it making him bite his lower lip.Â
âOh- yeahââ It takes every embarrassed fiber of his being to stop from rolling his eyes to the back of his head. The fourth of his beefy hands coming up to tweak your hardened nipples, tugging and teasing - just barely treading with his long nails. âCum all over my cocks then if ya- hngh- if ya like it that much.â His feral hips snap! up even harder, leaving you with a final, unforgettable smack! âCum for me, my queen.â
âFuck- mâcumming-â youâre whining not even a split-second later. Head thrown back, your hips stutter down frantically to meet his, over and over- you canât stop. He canât stop. âMâcumming mâcumming- fuck fuck fuck, Kuna-â
Two of his engulfing arms wrap around you, pinning you to his cushiony pecs. Heâs wrenching out each white-hot spark of pleasure, making your toes curl at every clash against the bullseye of your g-spot, every blissful lick to your clit. He groans throatily, smug grin simpering in place, âYeah- heh, best believe mâkeepinâ you after this.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Madam.
Thereâs such a saccharine sweet whine leaving Gojoâs pouty mouth, fingers twitching wildly where they were pinning you down onto the cushiony pillows. âF-fuck- stop- hah, stop squeezinâ me like that or mâgonna cum early on our wedding- night-â
You can only jitter your hips back into his even further, knees aching from holding you up for so long now. Just a few hours ago youâd been wedded to the infamous head of the Gojo clan and now - well, now he was well and fully intent on proving to everyone in this estate exactly why youâd make the perfect madam.
âToruââ youâre mewling, looking over your trembly shoulder to spy upwards at him. Fuck, the elders would faint if they saw how utterly defiled he was right now.Â
His strong arms twitchy and flexing with each hammering thrust, the weight of his muscled thigh hiked up to pummel at the very bottom of your spongy pussy. You felt so soft, so soppingly wet inside with sloshes of his seed from before coating him with each passing second.Â
âHeh.â Gojo hovers forwards to pat at your tummy, cutely bloated with all of his throbbingly thick inches. âAll stuffed full of me- isnât that right, wifey?â
âY-yes.âÂ
âNuh uh, louder, sweetheart.â he cuts off your babbling. âWanâ everyone in this godforsaken house to hear.â
The bed creaks in sinful synchrony with your sappy whines, and the lingering smack! of his hips against yours, achy cum-filled balls sticking to your thighs. Shit, he saw stars behind his eyes with each clingy pull out of your tight pussy - and it drove him mad.Â
âI-Â I want-â
âLouder.â
âFuck- yes!â Itâs just about all you can get out before heâs crashing his pussydrunken-grin against yours in a messy clash of a kiss. Tongue lolling out to suck on yours, glassy eyes drooping just barely shut. You moan, âI want you to cum inside me again- Now. Gimme an hngh- heir.â
Oh.Â
Oh fuck, that did it.Â
âYou want an heir?â he breathes, and itâs about several octaves higher than normal. Raspy. Reverant. âAn heir- fuck!â Suckling softly on your neck, âSâmy pretty wife wants an heir, huh?â
The very thought makes him giddier than it shouldâve, and oh heâs choking back guttural whimpers. The sensitive divot at the very end of his swollen cock emitting steamingly hot wisps of milky white precum already.Â
âMhmââ youâre nodding, keening at the hefty weight of his muscled body pressing down into yours. Rippling abs rubbing up and down against your back at each jaggedly sloppy thrust, itâs like heâs just hauling you further and further up the decadent mattress. Batting your tearful lashes. âWant it so bad- Wontcha breed me, Toru? Fill me up?â
At this, one of his massive arms comes down to press hard at your womb. And fuck he was practically squeezing you dry, letting the thickly hot dredges of his cascade down your thighs.Â
âOhhhh yes. Look at that.â heâs groaning, the curving head of his fat cock bumping into those various ridges of your sweet spots inside. âAlready so full of me and you hngh- w-want more? The new madam is getting bossy, hm?â
God, you felt so good that youâre scrambling towards those plushy expensive covers. Stammering out, feeling so delirious and stupid on his massive cock. âS-so what? What if I jusâ wanâ make you a daddy?â
Heâs kissing oh-so-gently against your spit-glossed pout, acting for all the world as if his vigorous cadence isnât just rendering you half-speechless. âNothing wrong- ah- nothing wrong at all, in fact.â
That squelching staccato from down below was so loud now that you were sure it would be heard. But Gojo didnât care - the last thing on his mind in fact. Gojoâs driving even more vigorously to kiss your g-spot with more of his precum. âIn fact- I just hope that every one of those fuckers know it.â
And perhaps tomorrow, none of those usually-sneering elders will look you in the eye, and all of the housestaff will blush when they see your state - but right now, all youâre doing is cumming.Â
âT-Toruâ!â youâre screaming out, letting him grab both your wrists from behind you to drill himself even more solidly. Heâs letting all the sloppy mess from before pool down onto the sheets, a lewd puddle that makes him slip nâ slide even deeper inside. âMâcumming- fuck fuck fuck- mâcumming ah-â
And Gojo only flashing you a leering smirk, hoisting you upwards to fuck you through each and every one of those crashing waves of pleasure, those jolts of electricity that have you twitchy so perfectly around his considerably large girth. âHeh- I already know, sweetheart. Can feel ya- hngh- trynna milk me- fuck. This pussyâs too- hah- good-â
His smug smile is dipping away from his pretty face, sweat perspiring like crazy across his lolling forehead. And before long, Gojoâs crying out your name like a broken mantra. Rough hands coming to pin you up against his hard muscled front, just pumping you full of every single one of his sticky ribbons of cum.Â
Itâs so hot, so potent, barrelling into your gummy walls and making you so soaked inside. His body shakes on top of yours, and youâre flinching at the soft pitter patter of his big, fat tears of sensitivity.
âOh- my wife- my wife my wife-â he bites his bottom lip raw, head thrown back, throat shot. Cumming and cumming until he couldnât anymore. Until his sensitive length was weeping nothing more than milky wisps of precum, blanks, even. Pulling out ever-so-slightly, he watches the sheer volume of seed slobber from between your syrupy sweet folds, squelch squelch squelch so loud it rings across his ears.Â
Satoru catches your lips in such a gentle, gentle kiss, âAgain. I donât think the entire estate knows theyâre having an heir soon, yet.â
A/N. Hnghgh vampire Nanami - also I headcanon that the elders got the Gojo Estate soundproofed after that.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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babydaddy!toji would never admit that he got jealous when you were around guys your age. heâd never get insecure, no, but he felt a deep pang of jealously in his chest. like he prayed that he had been born later so he could be more similar to you. your relationship with him was complicated. you were dating on and off but finally just settled as friends with benefits (who took care of a ridiculously cute baby together).
your parents often asked you why you dated a guy who was less than a decade away from being your father. your friends did the same too, not seeing the appeal in being with a âbroke old manâ. you never understood why toji just scoffed and looked away. it was out of character since heâd usually just cuss people out.
babydaddy!toji who let his jealousy show a little too much when you ran into an old high school friend of yours while you were out shopping. toji had to piss and you were waiting outside when he came up to you. shit, you didnât even recognize him at first and the conversation was merely small talk but when toji came out, he had his arm around your waist, his hands coming down a little too low.
âthis is your uh.. boyfriend, yeah?â, you friend asked, his eyes immediately going to the hand on your waist. most people just assumed you were single again.
âyou could say that..â, you sheepishly replied, trying to swat tojiâs hand away.
âtsk whyâre you acting like i didnât just dick you down and you didnât carry my baby, ma? course youâre mineâ, toji scoffed, looking away.
your eyes dart from your friendâs to his and it finally clicked. he was jealous. with a small smile, you excused yourself and tugged on the hem of tojiâs shirt, signaling him to walk out to his car. the walk there was filled with short protests from him and silence from you. of course, he didnât mean it, he loved this kind of attention from you. as you got to his car you rummaged through his pants pocket to grab his keysânot being shy to graze his dickâand unlocked the car.
babydaddy!toji whoâd never admit he was jealous, even when you two were making out in the middle of a mall parking lot with your hand on his crotch.
âadmit it, you stillâah, you still love me and you were jealousâ
âcourse i fuckin love youâfuck yeah,keep your hand thereâweâre long over, ma. didnât you say we were just friends with benefits?â
âyouâre avoiding the question, tojiâ
he had his hands all over you at this point, tugging at your shirt but you pulled away and furrowed your eyebrows.
âadmit that you were jealous, old pervâ
âfuckâfine. i was jealous. i hate seeing you with men younger than me. makes me feel old. happy now, doll?â, he leaned in again, grabbing your face as you kissed back with a smirk.
âyeah, iâm elatedâ, you grinned, trailing your hand up to play with his dark happy trail and dipping it in his sweatpants.
âdonât be a fuckin brat, ma. mâgonna give you a second snotty little shit if you keep this upâ, toji growled, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone
âyeah?â, you smirked, tangling your fingers in his hair as you guided him down, âkeep that promise and maybe weâll get marriedâ
babydaddy!toji who was definitely going to take you in the backseat for hours. fuck driving home.
babydaddy!toji who nearly died at the spot from the news of you being pregnant not with just one baby, but twins. you ended the year with a ring and a freshly painted nursery.
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being simon's riley barracks bunny, belonging only to your lieutenant, mean bastard to everyone, but not you, he can't treat the docile sweetheart that warms his bed poorly, not after he turned you from a proper soldier to just his personal, cum dump.
you naively believe that not a single soul knows about your unstable relationships, that you wear sucked kisses and bite marks on your skin under layers of clothes, speckling your skin from the curve of your neck and down from between your thighs, not to even talk about the leaking, creamy mess in your cotton panties.
but everyone knows, memorized your moans by the way they turn pitchy when simon spreads your dangling legs and presses your knees on either side of your head, dark irises of his eyes blown with pooling hunger, every snap of his wide hips makes the fat girth of his twitching cock slide in your tight pussy with obscene squelch, stretching your snug, pulsing gummy walls.
they know how you sound when he get's particularly rough, fucking into your from behind, headboard of the bed rattling against the wall with each sobbing whimper of yours, babbling mindlessly for simon to not stop, that you feel his cock so deep, and he growls like a beast, chest rumbling behind your dewy, arched back, as his calloused hands palm at the globs of your ass.
simon makes sure every noise is heard, the rapid, ringing slaps that sting on your skin, the way he pants a sultry commands for you to obey for, each of them emphasized by your sweet, syrupy whine, gasping slurred âyes, sirâ that only spur him on, until your brain doesn't turn in complete mush, eyes glassy as you sob with each jab of his bulbous, leaking tip against your spongy spot.
no one ever brings up your relationship without looking at the fact that simon never hides it, dragging you with him like an adorable pet, holding you on his lap, or sending you away in a loud enough whisper to warm his bed in his chambers before he arrives, and when anyone sees your absolutely nude picture on his cracked, phone home screen, they don't open their mouth.
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Ë àŁȘ Ű â ăâ BABY MOMMA. featuring k. nanami.
â» thereâs nothing nanami wants more in the world than to make you a mommy, and give you his beautiful kids.
tags : breeding kink, creampie, mommy kink (if you squint), messy sex, pet names, feral nanami, marathon sex, lactation + pregnancy (fantasized), ovulation cycle // wc. 0.9k
authorâs note : sorry this oneâs a lil late, iâve been busy with theme changes and real life is throwing a million and one hurdles at me and i just canât keep up đ you can't tell me that nanami wouldn't be a massive family man, so here i have him completely desperate to start a family with you and give you his babies. notes and reblogs are always appreciated, and check out my masterlist for non-event based works <3 !!
this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.
itâs been hours. hours since nanami even proposed the idea of trying for kids, and now, itâs all he can fucking think about.Â
itâs all you can think about too, given the fact that heâs fucked you out of your mind, legs numb from being in missionary for as long as you remember with nanami plunging in and out of you, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix with every single thrust.Â
itâs repetitive. itâs addicting.Â
âhah- kento, canât take no moreâŠâ your voice is a sheepish babble, nails digging into his back as tears stream down your face. â âs too much, ken, pleaseââ
nanami grunts in your ear, hips never ceasing movement as he ruts into you. âgâna have to, sweetheart. this oneâs gotta take.â
he said that about the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that⊠and fuck, you canât keep up with how many times heâs said it because heâs been going at it for so long with only one goal in mind.Â
heâs gonna give you kids. heâs gonna make you a mommy, and youâre gonna raise his kids with him as his wife.Â
itâs all heâs ever wanted. itâs all heâs ever dreamed of, and when he watches you lounge around the house wearing nothing but a bra and his oversized dress shirt and a wedding ring fit snugly on your finger, he really canât stop himself from imagining what you would look like with a swollen tummy, breasts spilling out of that same bra.Â
âgâna give you my kids babyâŠâ heâs rambling half out of his ass, his brain scrambled by pure need. âgonna make my girl a mommy. youâre gonna be a great mommy, aren't you?â
heâs brought up the topic before. it was never anything serious, just asking you what you would prefer and never really thinking of his own volition. you had always agreed with him wholeheartedly, and it would somehow lead to the two of you cooing over baby clothes and strollers but never anything more.Â
nanami is fucking sick of it. heâs sick of fawning over the idea and not doing anything about it. sure, youâve made love a couple of times, but it never held any true intent, focusing on the pure need to give each other pleasure.Â
well, now, nanami needs more than pleasure. he needs to see you with that swollen tummy and those massive leaky tits, and thereâs only one way to do that; fucking you within an inch of your life and cumming in your cunt until it finally takes.Â
âkentoââ you seemingly havenât gotten bored of it yet, despite having been at it for over two hours. your back still arches with every bump to your cervix, nails still raking down his back as his sweaty chest squashes your own. âthis oneâs gonna take, promise.â
âi canât be sure of that,â he states matter-of-factly. âalthough your tracker says youâre ovulating, we canât just trust that once or twice will be enough.â is he sure of this fact? no, but he is sure that you feel too damn good to stop, even though heâs already finished inside of you enough times to guarantee your pregnancy ten times over.Â
you just look so beautiful beneath him. you wear the radiance of sex extremely well, eyes fogged over and mouth hanging open as your steamy pants echo in his ear. youâre borderline intoxicating, and thatâs why nanami canât stop, even though he knows you need him to before you pass out.Â
âlook at me, angel. i wanna see you.â you weakly turn your cheek away from the pillow and look up at him, lips stained a gorgeous red and swollen from his kisses. âyouâre gonna be such a pretty momma.â
your eyelids flutter and your back arches weakly as you cum again for the final time, garbled moans of nanamiâs name flooding from your throat. despite the longevity of your session, your cunt still manages to squeeze around him impossibly, and nanami groans deeply, arms sliding around your hips as you pulls you forward to meet his thrusts.Â
âkentoooâŠâ
âi know, baby, i know.â the sheets are soiled with your sweat and his, and the tight clampdown of your walls propels him to cum one final time, hips flush against your twitching clit as he pumps you full.Â
you both stay like that for a beat, nanami folded over your twitching body before he finally pulls out slowly, and when he does, the sight heâs met with is so incredibly dirty that he can barely believe he was the one to reduce you to such a mess. âoh, angelâŠâ
copious amounts of his release flood from your cunt, leaving a translucent pool on your sheets. whilst he absolutely loves the sight and wishes to brand it on the forefront of his brain, nanamiâs goal is still clear as day.Â
he leans down and kisses your overstimulated clit, fingers dancing around your twitchy hole and gathering up his release before pushing it back inside with a curl of his fingers that makes you want to scream.Â
âcanât waste any, my dear, or it might not take, remember?â when he looks up at you from in between your trembling thighs, the look on his face is nothing short of depraved, blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks stained red with excitement.Â
âcanât wait to see my girl become a mommy.â
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Chained
He's been hungry for too long, starving for your touch and smell and taste. But he can't have you - not today. He is too wild and uncontrollable. He could hurt you so badly from the sheer force of his need. The rut is boiling his blood. That's why he's chained.
"Stay away!" His breath is hoarse. "Stay... away."
But it's so hard to look at him like this. He is drooling and panting, and you can see his cock throbbing. He is slowly transforming and his knot is red and heavy, glistening from sweat.
You know how dangerous he is. He could rip you with those claws and long fingers as if you're a paper tissue. His body is huge, warm, pulsating. You lick your lips feeling your core getting moist. You rub your thighs.
His eyes bulge. "Are you..." He can smell you. He can smell your arousal and your adrenaline heating up your body. "Are you insane?"
"Calm down. You will stay tied down. I will just... help you let off steam."
You kneel in front of him, push his thighs apart to admire his big throbbing cock with ease. It's almost purple, ready to explode, moist from precum. The veins that decorate the shaft are pulsating from hot blood rushing through them. It looks so... delicious. And the knot at the base... It's so big and firm and smooth.
You take it in your hand and hungrily look upward. His mouth is open, sweat dripping from his brow, eyes lustful and hopeful. He wants to say something, but he can't. He just stares at you, at your mouth.
You kiss his knot, gently, rubbing your lips against his cock's skin, not breaking eye contact. He swallows hard and carefully watches as you plant pecks along his shaft to his glans. Once you lick his tip, the chains rattle from his arms trying to move, and he grunts. "Nnnng... this is not... helping."
You giggle. Poor guy. Well, he deserves a little treat. You open your mouth and take his whole glans into it. It's so big that you almost can't breathe. But you've been practicing. He sighs a deep sigh, lifting his head upwards with eyes closed, enjoying your touch. His teeth are getting sharper and longer. They are so beautiful, you think to yourself.
You push your hand down your panties and into your wetness, thoroughly dampening each and every finger. You lift your hand up, offering your lewdness. He immediately snaps his head downward, his nostrils wide, chains shaking and ringing, and slurps your fingers into his mouth. You both moan, tasting each others arousals.
He licks your fingers like they are popsicles, collecting every drop of your juices and groans as you start sucking his glans, jacking him off with your other hand. He's too big for you to put him completely down your throat. You need practice - a lot more practice - to swallow his cock entirely. But, for now, this will do. And he's not complaining.
As you pump him, now with both hands, and suck him off, his chains shake, moving in rhythm with bobbing of your head like an instrument. He growls, moans and pants, and you know he won't last long. With a howl, he orgasms into your mouth and you let some of his seed down your throat, but you let the rest spray you, covering your face, neck and chest with thick cum.
He jerks his hips once, twice, and as soon as he empties his balls all over your skin, he looks at you.
"Oh my." He smiles, breathless. "You did such a good job."
"Did I?" You beam licking his seed off your upper lip.
"Mmhm... But guess what?" His grin becomes even wider. Alarmingly so. "My chains broke."
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