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[64sue]

fuckin helllllll I'm not okey 😮‍💨😮‍💨🫁

[sweetpascal]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 — 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱

pairing: perv!stepdad!joel x fem!reader

summary: only one more day remains in the week before your mom returns home. your feelings for joel have deepened, and he's aware of it; it's evident to him. he's tempted to maintain his distance, yet he can't deny that you've become the most captivating presence in his life.

warnings: MINORS DNI. DUB-CON. NON-CON. big age gap [18/52], pussy inspection, fingering, forced squirting, pussy pronouns, joel "just the tip" miller turns into joel "i'll make it fit" miller, TW: light vaginal bleeding, belly bulging, reader is considered petite in height and body type, two (2) pussy spanks, missionaryyyy, choking, finger sucking, dacryphilia, joel is a dirty nasty old man okay, he's a meanie, phone sex (again, joel is REALLY fucking nasty), dirty nicknames (daddy's whore, daddy's bitch), this is all in joel's pov

wc: 7.6k

notes: this series literally would have been HALTED for a while if it weren't for @taeslarityy helping me with brainstorming and constructing how i should continue this chapter. cause pookies, i was stumped. i had no motivation for this series--until yasi and her lovely fucking brain gave me a kick in the ass and got me back up again 🥹🛐 also, i'm genuinely so disappointed in this chapter. it's been such a long wait and halfway through writing, i've deleted it so many times. and even now, i'm so unhappy with the outcome cause i feel like i just rushed through it and forced myself to finish it :(( but hey, one more chapter left. 🩷

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As Joel wakes up in the morning, he senses immediately that something is amiss. He sits up with a hoarse grunt, feeling his lower back muscles pinch and pull. Rubbing his eyes to clear the blurriness, he notices an absence of warmth. The night before, he recalls carrying you to the bedroom, the very one he has shared with your mom for years. He remembers laying down, letting your trembling body curl into his, and gently hushing you to sleep. Now, he's greeted by the cold, empty space in the bed where you slept, mocking him with its emptiness.

In an instant, a surge of panic and fury overwhelmed him, fueled by the thought that you had left without telling him again. The doors unlocked, his car taken, driven wherever your little heart desires. The house's silence confirmed his suspicions of your departure. However, as he swung his legs off the bed, he halted, spotting the small figure curled up on the floor, mere feet from where he lay.

Joel's breath catches in his throat as he approaches, seeing your small form turned away from him. The gentle rise and fall of your shoulders assure him you're still breathing, alleviating his fear that something terrible had occurred. Yet, he can't help but wonder what prompted you to shift away from him to the ground while he was asleep. Were you scared of him? Did you witness or overhear the incident with your friend? Joel kneels down and places a tender hand on your shoulder.

"Baby?" he whispers, careful not to startle you. "Come on, honey, time to wake up." He gives your shoulder a firmer shake, chuckling softly as you respond with a sleepy murmur.

As you begin to wake up, the only sensations are the ache in your neck from the awkward position and an intense coldness. You chose to leave Joel's warmth after coming to the realization that you didn't deserve the comfort and coziness of sharing a bed with him. Joel had taught you not comfort and warmth, but pleasure and pain. You didn't want to start the day being a bad girl for him.

"The hell you doin' on the floor, baby?" Joel couldn't help but laugh when you spring up, nearly cracking your head against his chin. "Hey, hey, easy." The sternness in his voice had you calming down.

A moment of silence enveloped you, allowing full consciousness to take hold. With a soft whimper, you nestled closer to Joel, your nose comfortably tucking in just beneath his jawline, feeling the steady rhythm of his pulse against your skin. He pulls you onto his lap and leans back against the bed, comfortably stretching out his legs to hold you closer to his chest.

"You want to tell me why you were on the floor?" he asks quietly, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you squirm in his hold, desperate to feel some of his warmth.

Joel feels you shrug under his hands. "I dunno," you say so softly that he has to strain his good ear to hear you properly. "I didn't want you to wake up and see me next to you. And... I didn't want to be a bad girl by staying in your bed. I-I think on the floor is better for me."

Joel is caught off guard by the response; it's not what he anticipated. He thought you would be fearful of him and would seek to keep a distance, yet remain within reach. As you look up at him, a slight widening of his eyes occurs, your lashes fluttering and the innocent smile on your lips hinting that if heart-shaped pupils were real, they'd appear in your eyes every time you looked at Joel. He doubts how much longer he can ignore this feeling before it inevitably consumes him. It's gnawing at his insides, twisting and pulling with force. It's a familiar sinking sensation, one he's experienced too often. But now, as you gaze at him with a doe-eyed look on your innocent face, Joel realizes he's in too deep. He's got you hooked, which was his intention, but now you're too hooked. He's searching for an escape. He needs a way out. The voice in his head is screaming, growing louder, louder, LOUDER.

Get out, Joel. Get out. Get the fuck out. Run. Don't get too close. Don't let her fall too deep. Run. Run. Run. Make it hurt. Ruin in. Ruin her. Make her hurt. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out.

"Daddy?"

The sound of a soft voice causes his eyes to fly open, not recalling the moment they had closed. The voice fades away, leaving silence behind. He senses your presence; your skin, your weight, your gentle breath against his neck. You are all he perceives. Yet, this incites anger within him. The sensation is overpowering, his skin grows warm as the walls seem to draw nearer. Joel's breath quickens. Disregarding the concern on your face, he chooses to shut his eyes once more, withdrawing his hands from you to form tight fists.

"Daddy?"

Once more, it's your voice, yet softer and fainter. Joel's jaw tightens, and he grinds his teeth while your voice sears through his ear canal, coiling throughout his brain and delving deeper into the membrane. He tries to steady his breathing, but flashes of your body, bruised and battered, eyes fearful with tears, pussy leaking all over his cock show up behind his closed eyes like a slideshow, and it's as though he was suddenly injected with a drug directly into his veins. His breath steadies and his hands relax. Joel's eyes open to a half-lidded gaze, emotionless as he stares back. He understands the necessary actions; it's for the best. He won't let himself become entangled in any feelings you may harbor towards him.

That's not who he is, nor who he will ever become.

It has been exactly sixteen hours, thirty-two minutes, and forty-eight seconds since the last time Joel has kissed your lips. His body is aching to feel their plush softness and subtle sweetness. To feel them wrapped around his thick cock, tightening all around and swallowing down his cum. To feel them pressed into his neck as you struggle to keep in your little whimpers of sinned pleasure as you fall apart on his fingers. Joel can feel the monster within him, howling and screeching to be released.

He can't.

He won't.

Joel confronts the intricate desires he diligently avoided. Their abrupt emergence, without a moment for him to brace himself, leaves him feeling disarrayed and distant from the man he strived to become. The facade he maintained for years has dissipated. Gone is Joel Miller; the husband, stepfather, boss, and big brother. Now, there was Joel Miller; pervert, predator, stepfather that creeps on his wife's daughter, violator. All the things he has desperately tried to hide away, he now became.

The haunting is relentless, day after day. Living in the same house as the person who evokes such darkness is excruciating. He feels akin to a caged animal, circling endlessly, biding time for an opening to pounce on any unsuspecting individual. Joel is convinced that the only escape from this torment is to confront it head-on. He knows. He also knows it's sick and disgusting, but it excites him unlike anything else. He enables it.

Joel watches from afar, conscious of the negative impact his behavior has had on you today. He notices your fidgeting and the way you quiet down when his glare falls upon you. Your averted gaze and pouted lips communicate all he needs to understand. This experience is as torturous for you as it is for him. Nonetheless, the voice persists, refusing to be silenced. This withdrawal seems to only fuel its anger, making it more aggressive and deafening. It's pushing Joel to the brink of madness.

You had to have known what you're doing to him. Joel firmly believes that you're being a fucking tease on purpose, wearing your soft sleep shorts and paper-thin camisole tank top. When you bend down, Joel could see how your shorts tighten around the shape of your ass and pussy lips, giving him a tasteful view of camel toe, and if he looks any closer, he could possibly see a wet spot on the fabric. He knows what you're doing, whether you know it yourself or not. It's like your body calls out to him, begging to be defiled, begging to be touched by his perverted hands. Whether you know it or not, you need him as much as he needs you.

The house is enveloped in silence. Joel has not uttered a single word for several hours. The quiet has persisted from morning until late afternoon. Nursing a beer, he attempts to divert his mind and avoid being overwhelmed by thoughts of you, his stepdaughter. The task was proven to be the most difficult he's ever had to endure considering the fact that you took a seat beside Joel on the couch and now, you won't stop fucking moving.

It would be a minute of stillness. Then, you would huff and shuffle in your seat, bare thighs brushing against Joel's jean-clad thigh. It was clockwork. Every time he tilted his head back to take a gulp of his beer, your movements jostled his side. With each sip, he grunted and nudged you roughly with his elbow, trying to push you away, yet you edged closer after each shove.

"Enough," Joel grunts for the umpteenth time, opting to use his hand this time to shove you away, albeit harder than the rest. "Sit your ass over there and give me some fuckin' space."

He notices your trembling lips and the tears brimming in your eyes. With a deep sigh, he pinches the bridge of his nose. All he desired was to savor a beer in the afternoon without your tears for every mistake he made, yet he realizes it was a situation he brought upon himself. Evidently, he has managed to reduce you to a state of dependency. Now, it was time to break you down even further until you can no longer cry, only accept your fate.

"Alright," he sighs once more, taking a sip of his beer before turning to you. "What's goin' on? Hm? Why is so goddamn important that you have to be glued at side?" Joel didn't intend to come off as harsh, but his nerves were ablaze, everything was humming, his clothes felt constricting, and the thought of your mother lingered in his mind, an unsettling presence.

He notices you curled up, knees drawn to your chest and arms encircling them. Resting your chin on your knees, you cast him a nervous glance. Joel lifts his eyebrows and gestures with his hand, urging you to speak. He understands that your attachment to him isn't your doing; it's precisely what he desired. Yet, he can't deny the thrill he gets from your reliance on him. Knowing that he's the one you yearn for fills him with a smug satisfaction, inflating his ego immensely.

A young, pretty little thing like yourself eager to please a dirty old man like him.

Clearing your throat in the softest way possible, you tell him, "I've been getting that feeling again... down there. And it won't go away no matter how many times I try to think about something else. I need your help to make it go away, Daddy. Please, help me." The last sentence comes out as a whisper, almost like a secret you're trying to keep for yourself, but Joel heard every word.

Looking at you right now, his sleezy eyes swallow every inch. His fingers twitch on his lap as his hand tightens around the neck of the beer bottle. There's a warmth stirring in his gut. His jaw tensed and clenches as he tries to fight off the sexually violent images of you in his mind.

With the way you're staring at him, Joel knows what has to be done.

That's where he has you now, laid out on his and your mom's shared bed, bare naked and trembling, silky thighs spread wide open with your hands under the crook of your knees to keep them that way. Joel is kneeling between them, clad in only his jeans, his shirt long gone. He's staring down at you like a feral wolf waiting for the perfect moment to attack the pathetic bunny cowering in a tree stump. His mouth waters as he thinks about sinking his teeth into your flesh and drinking your sweet blood. His hands tremble as they start to stroke along your inner thigh, savoring the way you tremble under his fingertips.

"She's just drooling for me, ain't she?" Though the question was rhetorical, you still nod. Joel grins and lets out a deep chuckle before biting down on his bottom lip as his thumbs get closer to your sweet pussy.

He knows he's teasing at this point. The little flutters your pussy gives him tells him all that he needs to know. He only wonders how far he'd have to go for you to finally crack and lose composure. A pearly drop of slick slowly pools out of your hole and slides down to your other tight-ringed hole. Joel catches it with his thumb and gently swipes it up to your clit before pulling his thumb away, a string of arousal connecting from the fingertip to your clit. He sees you glancing down at it as he shows it off to you with a sadistic grin on his face.

"You see that?" he whispers, his plush lips parting as he continues swiping through your slick, subtle wet noises colliding with the sounds of your heavy breathing. "So messy down here, honey girl."

Joel's dick thickens underneath the two layers he wears on his bottom half. The throbbing is constant, his heavy balls pulsing in time with his heartbeat. He's surprised the button of his jeans hasn't popped open. With one hand, he unbuttons and slides down the zipper agonizingly slow. Your eyes are on his hands the entire time. Joel lets out a quiet laugh when his hardness forces the zipper to slide down the rest of the way on its own.

With his cock comfortably breathing, both hands are now back on your inner thighs, thumbs still close to the lips of your pussy. With gentle movements, he uses his thumbs to spread apart your lips to get a better look of your sopping hole. Pearly strings connecting from one lip to the other, your pretty labia spreading open like a blooming flower, your swollen clit throbbing for attention. Joel is in awe and falls into a hypnotized state the more he stares at your fully exposed pussy. His fingers are curious as they stroke along your lips, further dampening the light dusting of hair that keeps your mound warm and protected.

Joel eagerly listens to every little noise you make. His movements are torturous, and he knows he's being mean by not giving you what you asked for. The little trembles of your thighs and your weak moans when his fingers purposely avoid your aching clit. His lips part and he can feel drool at the corners. Licking it away, Joel continues to trace your pussy lips with his thumbs, further observing the clenching and unclenching of your non-stop dripping hole.

"Fuck," he hissed under his breath, fingers catching the slick repeatedly to avoid it wasting onto the bedsheets. In a louder voice, he says in a smug tone, "She jus' won't stop leakin' everywhere."

Joel's mind is reeling the more he inspects your dripping pussy. He can practically taste you on his tongue. A husky, low growl escapes from his chest before he could stop it. He can hear that voice again, feel those claws sinking into his shoulders from behind. The rattling of the cage gets louder and more violent. Joel's eyes shut as fast as his hands left your body as he tries to shut out that dark voice coaxing him to do more damage. He lets out another low growl and shakes his head to himself.

"Daddy?" he hears your sweet whimper fill his ears. "Make it go away."

Joel wants to make it go away. He wants to make everything go away. He needs to or else this feeling won't stop. It'll only get stronger and stronger the more time passes. He knows what has to be done. Then, silence. He opens his eyes, his breathing heavy and labored. The two of you make eye contact, and Joel feels like his heart is about to burst through his chest from how hard and fast it's beating.

Without another word, his middle finger slowly sinks inside your pussy, your tightness sucking him deeper. There's a steady trembling in your thighs as you fight to shut them. Joel's thumb strokes your swollen clit in firm, tight circles. He crooks his finger and lays his free hand across your mound and applies pressure, pinning you between his palm and the mattress.

"What..."

He knows what you're about to ask, but he doesn't let the question slip from your lips before he's fucking his middle finger in and out of your pussy while simultaneously curling his finger against your spongy pleasure spot, all the while pressing down above your mound and rubbing your clit. The wet sloshing of your wetness being spread all around his finger, palm, and your thighs is an embarrassing noise that has you covering your face. For some reason, that pisses Joel off.

"Look at me!" He practically yells and yanks his finger out of your pussy to land a hearty smack directly over your clit. The loud smack has you yelping and squeezing your thighs together as you yanked your hands away from your face to look at Joel with a pained expression.

He shoves your thighs open with brutal force and shoves his middle and ring fingers inside your pussy this time, the tightness increasing from the sudden intrusion. You let out a louder yelp and reach down to grab his arm with both hands, but Joel slaps them away like he would an annoying mosquito. He moves his hand with vigor, fucking his fingers up against that one spot that makes you leak and shake. There's an abundance of wetness that splatters all over your inner thighs and on Joel's palm. His tongue tingles to clean up your sticky mess.

"Goddamn, you're so fuckin' wet, babydoll," he groans filthily, forcing himself to look between your legs. His calloused fingers are shoved so deep inside your pussy, the same ones that have been inside your mother numerous times. Joel is a disgusting man for the satisfaction he feels, knowing that these are the same fingers that have made your mom cum. And now, he's going to make you, his stepdaughter, cum on them in the same way.

Joel presses down onto your pelvis as he keeps the heel of his palm against your clit to apply delicious pressure. He moves his hand up and down rather than forward and back. He can feel his fingers stabbing at the ribbed spongy spot repeatedly, the wet sloshing growing louder the faster he does it. Your moans are garbled and stuttering from his unrelenting pace.

"That's it, babydoll," he grunts quietly, biting down on his bottom lips as he fights to slide in a third finger. If he's going to open up that pussy any further, it's going to be around his cock.

"Stop, stop, stop," you squealed and kicked your legs, trying desperately to pull your body away from his fingers. "I have to pee!"

Joel goes harder and faster, his palm practically slapping against your clit in time with his fingers. The final moan you let out was demonic, of some sort. It didn't sound like it was coming out of a teenage girl, but more from a deranged older woman. Then, a stream of wetness splashes out and splatters all across Joel's forearm and onto the bed sheets. It was fucking never-ending. Your pussy keeps sucking in his fingers, fluttering all around his knuckles. He pulls his fingers out and lands another smack onto your pussy, paying extra attention to your needy clit.

He knows what he has to do. He knows what has to be done.

He rests heavily on top of your body, one forearm planted on the bed beside your head as the other moves between your bodies to lower his jeans and his boxers, not quite shaking them completely off. You're still trying to catch your breath, not exactly understanding what it was that just happened, what it was that you just felt, and why it felt so good. Joel can see it in your eyes, the unspoken questions on the tip of your tongue. He hushes you softly, his lips just a hair away from yours.

"Daddy's goin' to do the tip again, okay? Just the tip, babydoll, I promise," his voice is quiet and soft, his breath tickling your lips like a kiss from the wind.

He doesn't care enough to hear your response or to see if you want to do this or not, but he's already pressing his tip against your sticky hole and pushing inside. Joel's hoarse grunt was muffled as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his big, heavy body sagging further onto yours. His hips slowly move forward and forward and back, fucking his mushroomed tip in and out of your eager hole.

"Oh, my God," your sweet little whimpers whispered in his ear as Joel's hips continued their steady pace. "Too...much." Your voice is clouded with a tinge of pain as he fucks an inch deeper, and then two inches deeper. "Daddy... Daddy, s-slow down!"

Joel's mental state is clouded with depraved lust, pleasure, and ecstasy. His cock sinks deeper. His vision is cloudy, and your voice sounds far away as your pussy sucks him in. He finds himself shutting you up by slapping a big hand over your mouth and pressing some of his weight down onto it. Joel's head lifts up, and he's inches from your face. Your eyes are wide and filled with tears, one hand grabbing onto his shoulder as the other desperately grabs onto his forearm.

"You can take some more," he breathes heavily, his beer-laced breath causing your eyes to flutter shut as you fight to pull away from his face, but Joel clamps his hand down tighter against your mouth, pinning your head down onto his pillow and constricting your movements.

The figurative crate in the recesses of his mind is rattling violently, the voice inside escalating, almost yelling for Joel to let go and inflict pain. This is the necessary action. It's a now or never situation. His skin turns scorching, almost too hot to touch. Every sense is inundated by your presence. Time has run out. The voice is reverberating in Joel's mind, fully taking control.

The chains are gone. The beast has awoken. He is free.

A small scream against Joel's palm has him breaking free from the darkness that has taken over. He's sure he looks feral right now. The widening of your eyes showcases terror. Joel glances down and notices that his cock is now halfway inside your pussy. He doesn't remember sliding his hips deeper into yours. He feels how tight you've gotten, your pussy almost begging for him to not go any further.

"Look at that," he mumbles to himself, pulling his cock two inches out and seeing the tiniest smear of blood around the thick base. "Seems like this little pussy can't all of me, huh?" Joel leans back down, laughing right in your face as he pushes his cock back inside. You're kicking at the back of his thighs with the heels of your feet now, trying to shake your head at him, but he tightens his hand once again. "Don't worry, honey girl," he grunts breathlessly. "Daddy will make it fit."

And with that, Joel reels his hips back and slams the last few inches into your pussy, hearing with glee as your breath gets caught in your throat and your eyes cross and roll into the back of your head. The rhythmic push and pull of your cunt tightening around his cock had his heavy balls throbbing as heat builds stronger in the pit of his stomach.

Joel groans huskily, lowering his heavy body onto your own and slowly moving his hips forward and back, pulling out shallowly and pressing in deep. He makes sure you feel every single inch.

"Feel how deep I am in your tummy, babydoll?" he breathes heavily, his tongue thick in his mouth as his throat suddenly feels dry. Joel can feel his senses slipping as he loses control. He's been waiting for this day for months, and now that he finally has it, he doesn't want to let it go. This whole power dynamic went straight to his head, further inflating his already massive ego. Feeling your virgin cunt being deflowered around his cock was unlike anything he's ever felt.

Your eyes are blurry with thick tears that roll down your cheeks and slide along Joel's fingers. He pulls out again, slowly pushes back in, and repeats the process until the light smearing of blood disappears. He gruffly hushes you and pulls his hand away to shove two thick fingers into your mouth.

"Attagirl," he mumbles to himself as he obscenely pushes down on your tongue to widen your mouth. "Show me what that tongue can do." He slides his fingers forward and back along the pink muscle, mimicking the motions of his hips. He goes as far as to shove his fingers towards your uvula to make you gag. Drool slides down the corners of your lips as strings of spit crudely connect from your tongue to Joel's fingers.

He grins wolfishly. Oh, this is going to be fun. To have you under his body, cunt squeezing and choking his cock, knowing that you will forever live with the moment of your disgusting stepdad taking your virginity. Joel doesn't give a flying fuck on how this is going to affect any future relationships you might have with another man. Right here, right now, you belong to Joel. You know it, he knows it. Within the walls of the bedroom he shares with your mom, you belong to him whether you liked it or not. He's going to take, take, take, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Joel lifts the bottom of his shirt to watch the hypnotizing sight of your swollen pussy repeatedly sucking him in. Virgin blood was now replaced with that sticky slick he grew to love over the last few days. The sopping wet sounds of his hips smacking into yours, your stickiness covering his thick, dark pubic hair and happy trail. Joel looks up to watch your face as he starts to really fuck you. With one hand still trapped between your lips, he uses those fingers to hook behind your bottom teeth and force your head down as his other hand cups the back of your head to grab your hair in a fist. Yanking your head down, you're forced to watch his girthy cock violate your pussy for the first time.

"You fuckin' see that?" Joel pants heavily, his own lips parted to let out a few strained grunts. "See how your little pussy sucks me right in? You see that shit, right?" He sounds too cocky for his own good, but he has every right to be. Your mom was never wet enough or tight enough for him. Having her daughter nearly drowning his dick and choking the life out of it was an accomplishment he'll proudly wear like a medal of honor.

"Daddy," you called out to him, but a garbled, drooly mess came out from his fingers still hooked behind your bottom teeth. "Aaahhgghh!!" The next moan was practically punched out of you once Joel started to put some weight into his next few thrusts.

"Thaaaat's it," he has the audacity to laugh at the sudden reaction he pulled from your trembling body. "She's feelin' it now, ain't she?"

More tears spilled down your cheeks, and Joel's depraved sense of self forced him to swipe his spit covered fingers across the wetness to shove back into your mouth, forcing you to taste your tears on your tongue. The tiny moan you tried to hide wasn't ignored. Joel knows you want to let loose and enjoy what he's giving you, but he remembers what's going to happen if you enjoy it too. He can at least make it hurt just for a little, right?

Pulling his hands completely away from your head and face, Joel places them into the crook of your knees to force them to your chest, further spreading you open and giving him more room to work with. Joel doesn't bother to double check if the positioning is comfortable before he's driving his hips so fast and deep against yours, not even giving you time to breathe between each violent thrust. His head tilts back, his grin widening as he hears your pained yelps, feeling your hand desperately grabbing onto his forearms and scratching your nails down his skin, no doubt leaving deep marks.

"This is what a man's dick feels like," he grunts ferociously like a wild beast. "Quit your fuckin' whining and take this dick. Fuckin' take it. Take it. Take it." Joel's fucking you like a madman now, balls so heavy and filled with cum, smacking against your lightly bruised ass cheeks. Your wetness is splattering all over his jeans and your inner thighs. He glances at your face and sees the expression you wear--eyes rolled back and mouth open to let out ungodly noises.

Fuck, you're really enjoying this. No matter what Joel does, you're going to like whatever he does either way. He's tainted you. He deflowered you and rotted you inside and out. You're no longer that sweet, innocent girl he helped his wife raise. No longer did you have that girl-next-door personality. You were his little experiment, his naive toy to play with when he got bored of your mom and needed something new and young. He's in too deep, literally and figuratively. Your dripping wet pussy tightening around his girth has Joel coming back down to reality.

"Jo-oel! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!!" Your little squeals were music to his ears. The noises his cock was forcing out of you were ones you tried to keep hidden, but the pleasure was too intense to keep quiet about. "Right there!! Ri-ight... there!!"

Then, a shrill ringtone fills the room. Joel's back pocket is vibrating, and his hips freeze as if he were being held in a stickup. With his cock still so very deep inside, he glances down and sees a visible bulge in your stomach. He can faintly map out the shape of his mushroomed tip. He pulls out and pushes in again, completely hypnotized with the sight of your belly bulging from his massive cock. You seem transfixed on it as well, your own lips parted in wonder and eyes wide in awe. The phone rings again. Joel hisses a curse under his breath and reaches into his back pocket.

"It's your mom," he gruffly tells you and leans in close to point a finger in your face. "Not a single sound, you hear me?" His heart is pounding as if he ran a marathon. He's nervous, there's no lie there. Thankfully it's not a face call, but still. Joel can't shake the feeling away as he swipes his thumb to answer the call.

"I called you twice. Why didn't you answer the first time?"

Joel rolls his eyes immediately and tries to steady his breathing. Of course, no hi, hello, nothing. She had to go straight into getting on his case about not answering fast enough. His patience was wearing thin. He had half a mind to lay his cards out on the table and tell her he was too busy fucking her daughter to care.

"I was takin' care of a little problem I was havin', honey." Joel lets out a strained moan when your pussy clenches around him accidentally. He shoots you daggers, his glare burning into your skin as you hastily cover your mouth with both hands when he retaliates by shoving his dick so deep into you, it causes the stomach bulge to return.

"Oh, yeah? Well, what if I was dealing with the same problem?"

Her voice dropped into a sultry tone, and Joel's eyes rolled once again before he glanced down between your bodies. He uses his free hand to splay across your mound to rest his thumb against your swollen clit. He traces faint circles around the pearl, relishing the twitch in your thighs and your labored breathing.

"Yeah? You wanna do it together while I still have time?" Joel's hips start fucking into you again, slow and deep, just how you like it. He almost sounds bored when he talks to your mom, but his eyes are wild and filled with want as he stares at your wanton expressions.

"I miss your dick, Joely. Ugh. I need it."

Her moans turned Joel off, especially with that stupid fucking nickname she always called him. The sound of your shaky breathing and warm, wet, tight cunt soaking him brought him back to the present. He can block out your mom's voice and focus on what he's providing you. With one hand keeping the phone pressed to his ear, his other hand bats your hands away from your mouth and instead possessively holds onto your throat as he starts fucking you with rhythm.

"You jus' like this dick too much, don't you? Can't fuckin' live without it," he's making eye contact with you as he talks to your mom. He makes sure that you know he's talking directly to you. With his big hand firmly holding onto your throat, he can feel your skin becoming warmer as the eye contact causes you to fluster.

You nod as best as you can, his hand tightening around your throat to cut off any sounds you were about to make within a few seconds. The steady thwack of his hips against yours could be mistaken for his fist around his own cock to your mom. Joel makes sure to not sound suspicious in the way he's talking. Though he's speaking more to you, he doesn't want to use any of the words reserved for you to be used on your mom. Having her figure out what's been going for the week that she's been gone is not what Joel needs right now. What he needs is to fuck you stupid, doesn't matter if your mom is cockblocking him in the process.

"That's right, honey," he mumbles into the receiver, but loud enough for you to still catch on to his slurred words. He tosses you a wink, pressing his fingers deeper into your throat as he fucks you faster. "Takin' this fuckin' dick so good, huh? Only thing you're good for is takin' this fuckin' dick." He growls the last two words, your moans garbled and incoherent and strained from the pressure around your throat.

Joel takes the hint to release your throat and allow you to get a few gulps of air once he realized you were on the verge of passing out. He shoves his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, forcing you to lick along his gold wedding band. Joel puts the phone on speaker and lays it beside your head on the pillow. He puts a finger to his lips and carefully maneuvers your legs onto his shoulders. There's really nothing like half-assed phone sex with his unassuming wife while he fucks her teenage daughter on the other line.

How stupid of both of them, being hassled by the same man for entirely different reasons. Joel is a disgusting, sick man. But God, if it doesn't make his dick rock hard right now. He knows he can't be stopped, and that's the fun part of all of this. No matter how hard anybody tries, Joel is going to keep doing this over, and over, and over again.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me again, baby. Ugh! I need it."

Joel looks deep into your eyes as he grinds nice and slow into your leaking cunt, your swollen clit crushed against his pubic hair with his balls pressed firmly between your ass cheeks. In a husky voice, all while maintaining eye contact, he tells your mom into the phone, "I'll fuck you nice and good, honey. I'll fuck you so good, I'll ruin every other man for you."

And with that, he gives you a kiss that was all tongue, teeth, and spit, all the while your mom's exaggerated moans were ignored. She's talking, but neither of you are paying attention. Joel is so focused on devouring your entire mouth with his that he doesn't register your mom calling his name until you're frantically tapping his arm to get his attention back onto the phone.

"I said, do you miss my pussy, Joely?"

"You know I do, honey," he answers almost robotically as he refocuses his attention back on kissing you sloppily. He pulls away from a brief moment to roll his hips deep into yours, swallowing down your squeaky moans with his lips. Your mom is talking again, but Joel doesn't bother to respond. Instead, he lifts himself onto his hands and starts fucking you vigorously.

Hips smacking into hips and wet, sloppy noises fill the room. You're trying your hardest to contain your moans and not cum so suddenly, Joel can see and feel that. He's grunting heavily, his entire lower half smeared and covered in your sticky slick. For such a virgin, you sure do get wetter than the local neighborhood whore that Joel has numerously encountered many years back. There's a saying that goes: Virgin pussy is the best pussy, any man will agree. And Joel stands by that statement as he feels it from his own stepdaughter. It's an ego boost to feel something so warm and tight get so incredibly wet for him, and only him.

"Fuuuuuck, I can hear how wet this pussy is for me," Joel says loud enough for your mom to hear, though he directs it towards you. The pinch of your eyebrows and the rolling back of your eyes tells him more than what you can say aloud.

"Fuck, Joely, I'm gonna cum!"

Joel is fucking into you harder than you can comprehend what's happening. He smacks a hand over your mouth to muffle your little punched out moans. He grunts and growls like an animal, sweat trickling down his spine, further staining his shirt. His heart races at the speed of a cheetah. He feels like the most powerful man as he watches you start to fall apart under him.

"Cum for me," he breathes out, the warmth in his gut getting stronger as he rubs your clit with a shaky thumb. "Fuckin' cum all over my dick like a good fuckin' whore, huh? Are you Daddy's whore? Tell me... aagghhh!!... Tell me you're Daddy's fuckin' bitch."

"Uuhhh, Joel?"

He reaches over to hang up and toss his phone onto the floor with a clatter before leaning completely onto your body, folding you into a pretzel and fucking you with violence. You let out a piercing wail as he fucks the air out of you. Your nails pinch his skin, no doubt drawing blood. Joel's grunting in your face, warming your already heated skin with his beer breath. Tears roll down your temples as you hold onto him for dear life.

"I-I... hhnnggh..." You can hardly speak, let alone open your eyes to tell him exactly what you want to say. "Daddy... I-I... I lo-ove you!"

Joel is taken aback, letting out a surprised moan when your cunt rhythmically contracts around his cock as you cum, and you keep cumming. It doesn't fucking stop. Your pussy is so wound tight around him that Joel couldn't pull out if he wanted to. Squeaky little moans and shaky cries, you hold onto him tighter as your pussy relaxes.

His cock still lodged inside your swollen cunt, Joel observes you in silence. Your words are still echoing in his ears. His cock is nearly soft as it rests comfortably within your ribbed, fleshy walls. Love. Love. Love. You love him. You love him. And it has to be in the same way girlfriends love their boyfriends and wives love their husbands, which isn't the relationship the two of you have.

Joel pulls out before he realizes what exactly he's doing. He hastily tucks himself back into his ruined boxers and zips up his equally ruined jeans. He tossed you your clothes without giving you a single glance.

"Clean yourself up and get dressed. We need to talk," he gruffly says and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him for a dramatic effect.

He paces in the hallway, both hands running through his hair frantically as he tries to figure out what the fuck just happened. That dark, evil voice in the back of his mind returns. It's creeping in slowly, and soon, it overcomes him, drowning him in its darkness.

Look at what you did, Joel. Look at what happened. Love is involved, the one thing you were afraid of happening. Make it hurt. Cause more pain. Do something, NOW.

He's sitting on the couch by the time you come down the stairs, a subtle limp in your step from the rough fucking he gave you just minutes prior. Your clothes are disheveled, and your shirt is on backwards. You're twiddling your fingers and looking down at the ground like a guilty kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Joel's elbows are pressed into his knees with his hands cupped over his mouth in thought. His mind is racing, his thoughts screaming and hollering. For the first time in a long time, he doesn't know what to do.

"Daddy?"

Your gentle voice fills his ears, and he has to force himself to shut his eyes to avoid looking in your direction. He feels the warmth of your presence sitting beside him on the couch. Fuck, he can even smell the thick scent of your pussy, and he wonders if you even cleaned yourself up like he done told you to do. There's a tick in his jaw the more silent he stays. He feels like the first word he utters is going to make him explode.

"Joel?" you whisper meekly, tenderly grabbing onto his tense bicep and flinching when he suddenly jumps up to his feet.

Joel's arm burns from your touch. He doesn't know what to do with himself. He paces back and forth like a tweaker at a gas station, itching to get their hands on some drugs or alcohol. Joel knows that he's royally fucked. He never meant for you to get feelings for him. He thought he was doing the opposite with the way he's been acting with you.

"You stupid fuckin' girl," he barks out a cruel laugh and wipes a hand down his mouth as he shoots around to stare at you with a new fire in his furious eyes. "You don't know what love is, you hear me? You do not know what love is and you sure as hell ain't goin' to get it from me."

He can see his words shoot at you like bullets. The sag in your shoulders and the crestfallen expression you wear on your face was a clear indicator that what he said truly hurt you.

"Excuse me?" your question comes out soft and broken. "You... You don't love me?"

Make it hurt. Ruin it. MAKE IT HURT, JOEL.

"No, I don't," he speaks lowly. "You're real fuckin' dumb to think otherwise, sweetheart. You think all the things I've done to you were from a place of love? Huh? What, you think I really cared about those little feelings you had? News flash, you're just a kid. I ain't your boyfriend, and I sure as hell ain't gonna be a husband for you. I mean, you really think another man will want you after I've already had my fun with your body, hm?"

Joel knew it was a low blow, but he needed to go in for the kill. The way you're looking at him drastically changed into a look of pure hatred and venom. Hot tears spill down your cheeks as he watches you take in his harsh wordss

"I hate you," you wept quietly. "I-I hate you, Joel Miller. You... You bad, bad man."

He leans over with his hands planted on his knees as he slouches to your height. He gives you a mocking pout. "No, sweetheart, you don't hate me. If you hated me, you wouldn't have let me slide my dick inside that pussy of yours and take what was meant to be for a boy your age. Ain't that the truth, hm? No, instead, you let your ol' stepdaddy work his way into your empty little head and make you think that you're really worth somethin'."

He can see in that moment your heart breaking. He stands up straight again, looking down at you with disdain and shakes his head, tsking as he does so. You don't bother to look at him as he fixes your hair over your shoulder. He smiles a little at the flinch you give. When he roughly grabs your jaw in his hand and yanks your head up to look at him, he leans in real close again.

"I still own this pussy whether you like it or not."

And with that, Joel Miller has completely ruined your heart.

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[hitomisuzuya]

Waking up to Scara fucking you🛐🛐🛐🛐

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Consensual Somnophilia. Fingering. Creampie.

😳Omg yes, please. I am doing pretty okay since my dental surgery. I am still quite sore, so I got really self indulgent with this.

Scaramouche sat down on the bed, looking down at your sleeping form. You looked so sweet, and delicate. So vulnerable and defenseless. It sent him reeling that you trusted him enough to fall asleep around him.

You deserved nothing less than to fucked full of his cum.

He ran his fingers through your hair, trailing them down your body. You shivered, stirring a little in your sleep as his fingertips brushed over your nipples. How kind of you to sleep only in your panties. You'd provided him with such a tempting view to look over at while he worked.

His hand dropped down to cup your cunt outside of your panties. He rubbed his fingers on your clit, rapidly dampening the fabric of your panties. You sighed softly, unconsciously twitching your hips into his fingers.

You were always so responsive to him, even while you slept. Scaramouche gave your clit a few appreciative rubs before hooking his fingers through your panties to carefully take them off.

He spread the folds of your cunt, gathering your slick on his fingers before pushing them inside. This keened a louder sigh from you, followed by another when he scissored your walls apart to hook them into your sweet spot.

As much as he wanted to stuff you full of his cock right then and there, he knew he had to prepare you. You were in such a relaxed, deep sleep that he didn't want to hurt you in a sudden fit of greed.

To further stimulate you, he fondled and pinched one of your nipples as he slowly pumped two fingers in and out of you. When your slick was coating his wrist and his fingers squelching in and out of you, drawing the sweetest sleepy mewls from your pretty mouth, he knew you were ready for his cock.

"Is my pretty girl feeling good?" Scaramouche cooed softly, spreading your legs. He pumped his hand on his hard, leaking cock before lining it up with your entrance. His thumb rubbed slow circles on your swollen clit as he pushed his cock inside you.

He hissed through his teeth in pleasure, your walls always stretched apart perfectly to accommodate him, like your cunt was made for his cock. You moaned softly in your sleep, the head of his cock nudging into your sweet spot.

Scaramouche snapped his hips a little harder with each thrust, pinching and rubbing your clit when your walls started to clamp around his cock. He smirked when your eyes suddenly snapped open, a knee jerk response to the intense pleasure curling inside of you.

You gasped, rolling your hips up into his thrusts. "Shh, relax and take all of my cock like the good girl you always are for me," He leaned down to lick and nip at your lips before swallowing your moans with a kiss.

Your cheeks flushed. You always loved when Scaramouche called you a good girl. It always made your walls clamp tighter around his cock. It always made you cling to him in the way that he needed.

He bent one of your legs up towards your chest to fuck himself deeper into you, caressing your cheek as he moaned huskily into your mouth.

Scaramouche only pulled away from your lips for a few moments to let you breathe before stealing them right back up again. He still drove his cock into your sweet spot after you squirted, crying out in pleasure muffled into his mouth.

The most delicious moan for his lips to swallow was the one you let out when his cock throbbed cum inside of you, seeping from your drooling hole and down your cunt. He always took such great care to fill you full.

[crimsonbubble]

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, oral, overstimulation, sex toys, face sitting, mentions of squirting, inappropriate use of sento/powers, temperature play *not proofread, just pure horny

[the horny got to me,, can you also tell who my favs are🛐🛐🛐]

kinktober masterlist

MINORS DNI!!

Johnny is a clit kisser. A pussy eating menace. You will not be able to push him away from you. He’ll happily drown himself in you if you let him. An avid enjoyer of face sitting. He has a nice nose, so you can sit on it if you want to. His face and lap are your personal thrones, sit where you want. He'd have a full-blown make-out session with your pussy, it's insane. But seriously he lives to eat you out. Always makes you cum at least twice with his mouth and fingers. Also loves to press a bullet vibrator to your clit while he tongue fucks you. And everyone's a squirter if you try hard enough.

Kenshi seems like one to be impartial to giving or receiving oral. If you offer him head, he'll happily let you blow him. If you want head, he'll kneel before you. Anyway, this is about you. I'd say he wants eye contact but given his current situation, I'll refrain from it. Has used Sento's ancestral guidance to aid him tho. As long as he can feel your eyes on him, then he'll give you the most toe-curling head. Once fucked you with the handle of Sento while his mouth worked on your clit. He doesn't want to admit how much he liked to use the ancestral sword on you.

Bi-Han makes great use of his powers. Pressing a cold tongue against your clit, sucking the nub into his mouth. Cold hands are pinning your hips down to the bed when you attempt to squirm away from him. Grinding the pad of his thumb into your clit while he fucks you open on his tongue. Can't help but laugh as you struggle against him.

Kuai Liang struggles to maintain his composure as he lapped at your slit. His restraint is wavering as you writhe and twitch under his ministrations. His body is radiating more heat than needed, leaving you sweaty and out of breath. His hands feel like they're going to burn you, the pain coming off in waves. Kuai would press a hand flat against your stomach, keeping your hips on the bed while his other hand held your thigh up. He'll leave nail marks on your skin before he dares to use his powers on you but sometimes he loses himself in you a little too quickly.

Tomas wants you to sit on his face more than anything. Don’t worry about if he can breathe, just sit on his face. He gets really handsy. Like he’s moving from your thighs to your hips, to your waist, to your ass and up to your chest. Loves to grab any and every part of you because he loves how you shudder and squirm under his touch.

Syzoth has an interesting tongue. Thin and forked, perfect to wrap around your sweet clit and flick over the sensitive bud as he pulls orgasms out of you. If you really want it, let him fuck you with his tongue. He'll hit every sweet spot that he can while grinding his nose into your clit. Savors the taste of you on his tongue for as long as you'll let him. He'll lick, suck and bite your thighs as he does so.

Raiden is pretty straightforward but that doesn’t mean that he doesn't like to spark things up a little. Toys with your clit using his thumb and sends you little shocks here and there. While Johnny is a teasing and arrogant clit kisser, Raiden is a kinder and more loving clit kisser. Holds you down by your hips or by pressing his hands flat against your stomach. Enjoys eye contact so he can see how your face contorts in pleasure.

Lui Kang is much stronger than you, so it’s easy for him to take over once you start getting tired. So when the speed of your grinds against his tongue slows down, he immediately takes hold of your hips and moves you himself. He devotes all his time to focusing on your pleasure, he wants to see you lose yourself before he even considers giving himself some relief.

[mellowwillowy]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐞 ♥

⤷ Synopsis: You should never eat what a mafia ringleader had for you, but your husband accepted it nonetheless. What could go wrong with a box of chocolate?

⤷ warnings — Aphrodisiac Sex, GN Reader, general yandere warnings

⤷ Ask: Well well smut fics??😏, reader accidentally eating a chocolate that has aphrodisiac in it and literally aching for yulian, so...ofc yulian helped reader♿🛐,make readers leg suffer,thank you!

"'s hot inside me... dear..." You whined at your husband as you grind your crotch against his hand, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as his eyes watched the sweat forming on your forehead dripped down.

His fingers slightly grazed your clothed sex on its own before his lip hungrily devoured yours as he caged you on the wall– tongue feeling the insides of your mouth while whining at how your tongue tangled with his, a fight for dominance.

"Dear... fuck- don't... don't tease- me!"

He was trying his best to withhold himself, to not accidentally make you unable to stand again after hours of forcing orgasms upon orgasms on you. The aphrodisiac, that damned chocolate that Kaspar bought for him! He didn't expect you to be the one who ate it at all!

"Try this pal', bet your spouse will fall head over heel on you."

It was supposed to be him who ate it right? Or did he mean you instead? Either way, you eating without him noticing it earlier was already a problem. He really didn't want to screw up again, but the sight of you being so needy, it's driving him nuts.

"Fuck- alright, what else can I do?"

Yulian was a man of etiquettes and seeing him hissed with curses was a rare sight alas pleasing. He started by loosening the tie to his shirt as his hand slipped into your underwear, fingers working skillfully while feeling your needy sex.

"O-oh! The-there!"

You couldn't even form a proper word anymore, just by him touching you directly, a wet patch formed on the fabric that clothed your crotch. Tonight will be a wild ride, you thought to yourself. Yulian carried you with both his arms, striding toward your shared bedroom.

There, he placed you gently on the bed before undressing you, allowing you to finally breathe- free from the suffocating clothes that prevented you from rubbing your skin against him. As though unable to bottle his arousal anymore, Yulian hastily undressed but his lip never left yours, always connected with you in one way or another.

Did he perhaps get the aphrodisiac effect from the kiss you two shared? Just why was his mind so clouded with you? His cock ached for attention but he knew better, he had to make your thighs choke him tight as he made you moan like a bitch in heat.

He hoped the men he stationed around you were smart enough to leave before he slammed their heads hard onto the concrete wall, permanently damaging their hearing. No one gets to hear you like this except him and he will ensure it.

Finger sinking into your hole, assisted by the fluid you produced as a lube- he explored your insides in excitement, he knew exactly where to go in order to feel that one spot that never fails to make you raise your hip and grind against his curled fingers.

"There there, good. Feeling good?"

You nodded, evident by how tears pooled in your eyes, it was too much but addicting nonetheless. Was it the aphrodisiac or had it always been him who made you squirm like this?

"More," You whined out, "I want more of you~ need you to feel me inside out~!" Had it not been for the aphrodisiac, you wouldn't have begged this pathetically. You should thank it for not making you bury your face into the pillow and ass up for him to take for granted!

Yulian swallowed the lump inside his throat before gently caressing your face with his other hand, the other still curling inside of you, "My dearest," he said while peppering your face with kisses, "shouldn't say something like that."

Just before the cold could hit your body, his words made the heat inside you burn even more.

"Is it not natural for me to perform that duty? This is a husband's duty."

Head practically buried in your sex, making you jolt from the sudden intrusion. Yulian is a man of word and you bet your whole fortune that tonight will be the night when your thighs will shake from all the orgasms that he forced his way into you.

"I don't think my dearest can get even a wink of sleep tonight, yeah?"

Sleep would be nothing but a luxury of being away from this man's never-ending stamina. You could picture it, all the poses the two of you would be using tonight. Even better, you saw it.

You saw Yulian unwrapped the chocolate that you ate. It was his client's gift so what harm could come from eating it? And yet it had you shaking in arousal, needy of your husband's touch and kisses. Now that he had eaten it, would it have the same reaction on him as well?

"Hmm," Yulian licked his fingers clean before staring back at you, "now we both feel the same, be it pain or pleasure, I am dying to feel what you are feeling dear."

Yulian is a man of words. Can you imagine how much pain he was in just to feel how you were tortured repeatedly until the two of you reunited?

"Now," Yulian lined his mouth back to your sex, "enough talking and more action now, shall we?" He offered his hand for you to hold, linking the two of you as a form of solace even amidst lust.

"Want you to gush your sweet nectar all over me."

He started to feel your sex with his tongue, hand working diligently, "Want you to shake in pleasure until you can't stand," he starts rutting his cock against the bedsheet, did the aphrodisiac finally take effect?

"Want you to take me really well after these."

And you won the bet. You, folded into a mating press position. You, face buried into the pillow with your ass clapping against his pelvic bone. You, pressed against the wall while your legs circled his waist. You, in a classic yet loving missionary, watching how drop-dead gorgeous your husband was, his emerald orbs never failed to drown you in love with him.

And so were your eyes to him. Your tongue lolled out, eyes crossed out while sweat glistened the two of you. It was damp despite the cold air that surrounded you.

And yet the two of you wished this could somehow just last for eternity.

Never mind about giving Kaspar an earful, he'd just shrug it off for making the two of you share yet another lustful yet passionate night.

"I love you, dear."

[fartfather]

Audience of One pt.3

Satoru x fem!reader x Suguru

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Word count: 6.5k

Series Summary: When Suguru first walked in on you and Satoru having sex, it was an accident. But he couldn't say the same about every time after that. He's under the impression that this habit of his is a secret. But you and Satoru have known this whole time and didn't plan on letting Suguru know anytime soon.

pt.3 Info: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, PiV sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, threesome/throuple, cuck Gojo, hair pulling, morning sex, squirting, praise/degradation kink, spanking, begging, pet names (princess, baby, love, etc), established relationship w Gojo, aftercare, basically 90% porn 10% fluff, Gojo teaching Geto how to fuck you, Geto is no longer shy

pt.1 pt.2 pt.4

˚₊ · »-♡→ I know I said I'd post pt.3 yesterday, but I panicked and rewrote like half of it (oops lol). BUT- I'm much happier w this version 🛐

Also not sure if this would be a good place to end?? or if more parts would be wanted ¿ I would be more than happy to turn this into a series and I even have a pt.4 in the works, but I also don't want this to feel dragged on yk. Please lmk your thoughts because I am incapable of making my own decisions (ノ ° 益 °) ノ

Early hours of the morning came, and the first one awake was Geto. He looked down at you and his breath caught in his throat.

You looked so peaceful.

So angelic.

He couldn't help but press a soft kiss to your forehead.

His mind wandered to last night and he smiled. Everything was perfect. The feeling of your bare body was warm and inviting, and having you pressed against him sent sparks down his spine. Geto had never felt this way before.

He could get used to this.

"Hey," a sleepy voice whispered from beside him, startling him out of his trance.

Geto turned to see a very disheveled Gojo looking at him through half closed eyes, "Hey,"

Gojo’s attention shifted to your resting figure, still curled up against Geto's chest. He couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face.

"She's really out," he whispered with a small chuckle.

"Yeah," Geto replied, "we wore her out."

"Damn right we did," Gojo smiled proudly, "I'd like to see how long it takes to wear her out next time," Geto's eyebrows raised at the mention of a 'next time.'

Seeing the surprised expression, Gojo smiled and reached over, and landed a playful punch on Geto's shoulder, "I meant it when I said you're welcome anytime- In fact, I was thinking, would you want to do this again? Not just the sex, I mean, I that part too, but like, all of it. Hanging out and stuff," he clarified, a hint of embarrassment in his voice, “It just seems like there’s good chemistry between us,” he added trying to explain his reasoning with a gesture that circled the three of you.

Geto thought for a moment, contemplating his answer.

Last night was the best night of his life. And he didn't want it to end. He wanted to be able to feel your warmth against him again and again. To be able to see your beauty, and to experience all the joy and happiness that came along with it.

The events of last night unlocked something deep within him. His desires had surpassed mere lust, and turned into something more. Something deeper.

Something genuine.

And with that revelation, Geto decided to take a leap of faith. "I'd like that," he replied, a bit of nervous enthusiasm coming out in his tone.

Smirking, Gojo nodded and moved to brush stray pieces of hair out of your sleeping face. "Great. Well, I guess we'll have to have a real conversation about this once she's up," he nodded down at you, "but for now, we should probably get some more sleep."

"Yeah," Geto nodded, a smile creeping onto his lips.

With that, the two men fell back into a comfortable slumber, their arms gently wrapped around you.

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A few hours later your eyes began to flutter open, thick with blurriness from the heavy sleep you were just in.

Once your vision cleared, you were met with the sight of Gojo's sleeping figure beside you. His hair was a mess, sticking out in every direction. The sunlight was peeking through the curtains, casting a glow on his bare skin.

Turning to your left, Geto lay fast asleep. His features were relaxed, and his mouth hung slightly open. You couldn't help but admire his beauty.

You couldn't believe how lucky you were. Laying between these gods that walked among men.

You didn't want this moment to end.

Lifting yourself slightly to yawn and stretch, you accidentally hit Geto in the face, waking him. "Oops- I’m so sorry!" you giggled and flashed him an apologetic smile.

"It’s okay, beautiful," seemingly unphased by your elbow making contact his forehead, he smiled, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek, “Good morning,”

The gesture was unexpectedly warm and sweet. Not that Geto had never been sweet to you before, but this just felt… different. Like it carried a new weight behind it.

You smiled and leaned into the kiss, "Morning," you murmured back, your voice still laced with sleep.

Geto's heart skipped a beat at the sight of your smile. He just couldn’t get over the warmth you radiated.

You felt a hand slide up your side and rest on your waist. "And what about me?" Gojo pouted.

Turning to face him you placed a soft kiss on his lips and mumbled into it, "Hello, baby," He hummed in satisfaction and scooted in closer, not wanting to leave even the slightest gap between you.

“How did you sleep?” Geto asked while massaging your neck that was tense after the events of last night.

"Mmm, so good," you replied, letting out a small sigh as the tension left your shoulders. You could practically feel the aches melting and your muscles turning to malleable putty under his touch.

"I'm glad," he smiled, continuing to rub his thumb into the knots of your skin.

"And you?" You asked, turning to look at him.

"Wonderfully," he smiled, his hands not stopping their massage. You couldn't help the way your cheeks heated up from this simple interaction.

God, his man was truly a treasure.

Gojo watched the interaction and felt a warmth spread through his chest. He liked seeing that you brought out Geto's soft side, and he knew that you enjoyed it too. The three of you stayed like that for a few minutes, silently enjoying each other's company.

Then, Gojo let out a dramatic sigh, and broke the silence.

"Hey, so," he started, looking between you and his friend, "Suguru and I talked earlier," Your brow furrowed at the tone in his voice. He sounded nervous.

Perking up, you raised a brow at him, "Oh?" You questioned.

"Mhm, we had a very productive conversation," Gojo continued, "while you were asleep," he clarified, "and, we think that, well, we- um, the three of us should hang out. Like, outside of sex. Or during. Or after. I mean- not like a requirement, just an option, if you're comfortable," he rambled.

You blinked.

Your face twisted with confusion as you tried to process his words. "Toru, what are you talking about?" you questioned, needing clarification.

"I want to date you too," Geto cut to the chase, his voice surprisingly steady and confident, "you would be with both of us. At the same time."

You stared at him.

Your brain was blank.

You breathed out a surprised, "Oh," The thought of it was interesting and foreign, though, not unwelcome.

"Only if you're comfortable with it," Gojo quickly added, "we know it's a bit... unconventional."

"A bit?" you asked sarcastically with a small laugh.

Gojo laughed and nodded, "Okay, a lot," he admitted, "but, we talked, and we agree. We want this," he said, motioning between the three of you, "Geto has clearly developed something for you, and vice versa. And I figured what better solution than adding Suguru to our relationship?"

You sat in silence for a few moments, mulling over the situation.

"It wouldn't be weird to you?" you asked Gojo with a concerned expression, "sharing me with your best friend?"

"Not if it's Suguru," he replied without hesitation, "we know each other well, and I trust him with my life. Plus- if it was, I would have never been able to enjoy the sight of my best friend eating out the woman I love, right?" he added with a teasing smirk, referencing the events of last night.

Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, "Satoru!" you scolded.

Gojo laughed and pulled you in for a quick kiss. "It's true," he whispered against your lips.

Turning to Geto, you gave him a questioning glance, "And you're okay with this?" you asked, wanting to make sure he was certain.

"Yes," he answered without a moment of hesitation.

"You would really want this?" you questioned, "It wouldn't be weird for you?"

Geto let out a chuckle, "I wouldn't be offering if it was weird for me. I'm not going to lie, it's a little unconventional," he stated, "but, I would love the chance to be with you- even if it's not the traditional way," his confession caused a wave of butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

You thought for some time. The two men waited patiently, knowing that you would need a few minutes to process everything.

Assessments of the situation swirled in your mind. You loved Gojo and the life you had with him. And you wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize it. But they both seemed so certain. They said they trusted each other, and if that was the case then why shouldn't you?

And on top of that, you couldn’t deny how Geto made you feel. Last night was clearly more than a one time deal. It was deeper than just sex, it was intimate. The way he touched you and admired you all night had chills running down your spine from just thinking about it.

The more you thought about it, the more appealing the idea became.

Being able to be with both of them was a dream come true. They were both kind, generous, and made you feel like the most precious thing in the world.

"If you aren't comfortable with this-" Gojo began, but was quickly cut off.

"I want to," you said quietly, "but what if something goes wrong?"

Gojo and Geto exchanged a quick look and burst out laughing.

That was certainly not the response you were expecting when airing your worries. "What's so funny?!" You asked, a bit irritated that they were laughing at your valid concerns.

"Baby," Gojo chuckled, "have you not seen the shit we've been through together? We'll be fine.”

Crossing your arms in defense you Looked between the two of them, "But still- What if you guys get jealous, or something goes wrong and we stop talking, or- or-"

Pressing a finger to your lips, Gojo silenced your anxious ramblings, "Shh, baby," he whispered sweetly with a reassuring smile, "We've got each other's backs. Plus, I'll kick Suguru's ass if he makes you upset," he joked.

Geto laughed and nodded, "I'd do the same," he added, causing a small giggle to slip past your lips.

You gave them an unsure smile, "I know you say that nothing will happen, but what if something does?" you countered, looking between them for an answer.

Gojo took your hands in his and looked you dead in the eyes. "Nothing will go wrong," he said, his voice now serious and full of promise.

"I'll make sure of it," he stated, a fire in his eyes, "Suguru will too."

A heavy sigh escaped your lips and you turned to Geto with a silent question in your eyes. "I'm not gonna let either of us fuck this up," he affirmed, reading the concern behind your gaze.

"We want to make this work," Gojo added, "And besides, do you really think I would put the best pussy of my life at risk?" He squeezed your side, making you let out a giggle.

You gave him a playful shove, "Shut up, idiot,"

"It's true!" He laughed and caught your wrist, pulling you in and placing a kiss on your temple.

"He's right though," Geto smirked, "last night was the best experience of my life. And that’s saying a lot considering I didn’t even fuck you."

Your cheeks heated and you let out a flustered laugh, "So you're in this for the sex, is that what I'm hearing?" you teased, poking Geto in the ribs.

He caught your hand and pulled it to his lips, planting a kiss on your knuckles. "No, sweet girl, its more than that." he said, looking down at you with a tender smile, "I'm in this for you- you know that."

The way his tone softened and his eyes gleamed was enough to make you melt.

And without wasting another moment you looked between the two men and nodded, "I'm in," you stated confidently, "if the two of you are."

Both their faces lit up at your confirmation, and the smile on their faces was bright enough to blind a person.

"Hell yeah!" Gojo cheered and wrapped his arms around you, "we're gonna make this work," he said, placing kisses all over your face. Geto smiled and joined, littering kisses down your neck.

And just like that all previous worries were melted away from the tingles that rippled across your skin after each new kiss. You giggled and melted into both sets of arms that caressed and embraced you gently.

Slowly, their sweet kisses began to get more rough. More hungry.

The way their hands roamed your body and their lips nipped at your flesh sent a spark of excitement through you.

"You're gonna be all ours, aren't you, princess?" Gojo purred into your ear.

A small whimper slipped past your lips as his breath fanned your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "Mhm," you hummed, your eyes becoming heavy with lust.

Geto's fingers traced your collarbones, moving further down and stopping just above your breast.

"And I'm gonna take such good care of you, give you everything you want," Geto promised, "you're mine too now."

His possessive words sent a jolt of heat straight to your cunt and you arched into his touch.

"Yours," you mumbled, too drunk off their affection to register what was being said.

They both let out satisfied hums.

Gojo's hands slid down your body, his fingertips grazing your nipples, before resting on your waist. "Our perfect girl," Gojo murmured and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, "you're so beautiful."

Geto's fingers dipped down into your cleavage, squeezing your breasts gently, and his lips found yours. "So obedient," he mumbled into the kiss.

You whimpered against his lips. The feeling of their hands all over your body and their praises filling your ears was intoxicating.

"Mm, fuck," Gojo groaned, grinding his erection on your ass.

Gasping into the kiss, your eyes widened and turned to him "Satoru," you whined.

"Shh, Princess," he shushed, his hands gripping your waist, "be a good girl and keep kissing Suguru while I play with you,"

Your breath hitched, but you nodded and turned back to Geto, who was looking at you with a dark lust in his eyes. And instantly, Geto's warm lips were back on yours. They felt soft and plump, like velvet pillows, and you couldn't help but melt into the sensation.

"Good girl," Gojo praised, his hands moving further down your body.

You whimpered when his hands came into contact with the bare skin of your thighs, his touch sending chills through your body.

Gojo leaned down and planted a kiss on your shoulder, then continued peppering kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, "We're gonna keep you nice and happy, baby," Gojo promised, the vertebration of the words on your neck tickling you lightly.

Your mind was blank. All you could do was moan and let them explore your body. Geto's tongue was slowly swirling around your own. His movements were slow and gentle, taking the time to savor the feeling.

Rocking into Geto's thigh, you chased the pressure, hoping it would satiate the throbbing in your cunt.

Geto's grip tightened on your tits and he pulled back slightly, just enough to break the kiss and allow a string of spit to hang between your mouths. "This desperate already?" he smirked, his thumbs rubbing circles into the hard buds of your nipples.

"Always," Gojo smirked, "she's such a needy little slut,"

You whined and rolled your hips, the need between your thighs growing more apparent with every passing moment.

Geto's eyes flicked down to your mouth, which was parted and breathing heavier, then back up to your eyes. The sight made his cock twitch, and his gaze darkened, "Fuck, that's so hot," Geto groaned, his dick already hard. His hands moved downward to your hips, gripping to hold you still, "Be patient for us, princess."

Gojo continued his kisses along the length of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin, sending goosebumps up your arms. "She loves hearing us praise her," Gojo smirked, "she's always so desperate for any sort of validation. Drives her wild,"

The truth in his words made you whine and looked at Geto, who was staring down at you with lust-filled eyes. "Is that so?" He asked, his hands moving to cup your face.

"Yes," you breathed, leaning into his touch.

His attention turned back to Gojo, "And does she like to be degraded too?" He asked, curious, but already knew the answer.

Gojo opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off from a whimper that escaped your lips. You bit your lip, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you avoided their eye contact.

A mischievous smirk formed on Geto's lips, "Oh?" He tilted your chin up and looked down at you, "Look at me," he demanded.

You did as instructed, your heart skipping a beat when you met his gaze.

"Tell me," he began, his thumb running over your bottom lip, "do you like being treated like a little slut?"

His question caused a rush of heat to run through your body. You could hear the blood rushing in your ears, and you could swear that your arousal was now dripping onto the sheets beneath you.

Gojo couldn't help the chuckle that slipped past his lips. Your obvious reaction to Geto's words was adorable.

"I'll take that as a yes," Geto smirked, his eyes not leaving yours as he pushed his thumb past your lips. "Although, I guess I shouldn't expect anything more from the dirty slut who would let me watch her boyfriend fuck her for months."

The humiliation that coursed through you was overwhelming, and yet, you felt more aroused than ever before. You closed your eyes and took Geto's thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digit and letting out a moan.

You were helpless to the words coming from Geto's mouth, and there was nothing you wanted more than to be completely submissive to him. It was clear to them that this new way that Geto spoke to you was making you dizzy with lust.

"Oh, you like how Suguru is talking to you right now, don’t you, princess?" Gojo smirked, watching your reactions, "He's always so polite, so gentle with you. It's a nice change, huh? Seeing him be a little mean."

You nodded and moaned around Geto's thumb, which was still resting on your tongue.

Gojo was right, you did enjoy the new change. The way Geto looked down at you with a dark glint in his eyes, his usually sweet and caring demeanor nowhere to be seen, was driving you crazy. You wanted nothing more than to be dominated by him.

To be completely and utterly destroyed by him.

"What do you think, princess? Should we have Suguru fuck you? Let him see what a dirty, slutty, cum dump, you are firsthand?" Gojo cooed, his hands roaming up and down your thighs.

You whined, and Geto withdrew his thumb, a string of saliva still connecting it to your lips. "Is that what you want?"

”Please," you begged with an embarrassing urgency, "please, please, please, let him fuck me." you turned to Gojo, who was already beginning to stroke his cock with his free hand.

"Please," you repeated, looking up at Geto with a pleading expression, "I need it, please."

"Oh, you need it, do you?" Geto cooed, "Such a pathetic little slut, begging for my cock, and you don't even know how good I can fuck you," he teased, looking down at you with a patronizing smirk.

You whimpered and looked up at him, desperation clear on your face, "Show me," you begged, "please, show me how good you can fuck me."

The corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk, "Well, since you're asking so nicely," he said, "Get on your back. Now." His demanding voice took you by surprise and you immediately followed his instructions.

You untangled your legs from his and laid back, looking up at him with wide, innocent, eyes.

"Good girl," Gojo praised, sitting beside you. He pushed your legs apart and dipped his fingers between your folds. He rubbed his hand sloppily, for his pleasure only, the goal being to collect your juices. Then, he brought it to his dick, using it to help his jerk off.

"So wet," he said, pumping his dick with your slick.

"Toru," you pleaded, arching into his touch that was no longer there.

"Shh, just sit back and let me watch Suguru fuck you, princess," Gojo soothed, his thumb running circles around his slit, mixing your wetness with his pre-cum.

The room felt like it was spinning around you, and the only thing grounding you was getting touched in the place you needed it most.

Geto positioned himself between your legs and placed his cock on your clit. You could feel the hot, throbbing, length rest on your sensitive bud and it made you shudder.

Geto's hand gripped your thigh and he spread you wider, taking in the sight before him. "God, I'm never going to get tired of that view," Geto sighed.

"Just wait until you're in her," Gojo smirked, admiring your glistening slick rub onto Geto's shaft.

He let out a hum and slid his cock between your folds, coating his dick in your wetness. You moaned, your breath hitching as the head brushed against your entrance.

Seeing how needy you were getting, Gojo moved his free hand down and spread your lips, exposing your dripping hole for Geto's viewing.

"So pretty," Geto praised, his tip prodding at your entrance.

You were soaking wet and more than ready for him, and when he slowly pushed in, a loud groan ripped through his throat as he inched deeper into your warmth.

"Oh, god, so tight," he praised, his hips pausing halfway to give you time to adjust, "so perfect."

Your hands balled into fists and you moaned loudly, the feeling of him filling you up was so overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

"Isn't she?" Gojo asked, leaning in to press kisses against your neck, "you're perfect, aren't you? The perfect little fuck toy for us, and us only- Say it."

As he continued to slowly slide in, Geto kept his eyes trained on yours, not wanting to miss a second of your reactions.

Heat rose to your cheeks under his gaze, embarrassment evident in your expression. "I- I'm," you stuttered, a small whine slipping past your lips before you could get the words out.

"Use your words," Geto commanded through clenched teeth, his grip on your thighs tightening as your cunt pulsed around him.

You whimpered and nodded, trying to collect yourself. "I- I'm a perfect fuck toy," you choked out, a mixture of craving and shame washing over you, "yours- just for the two of you,"

"Fuck- Yes, you are," Geto praised, bottoming out and giving you a few moments to adjust. You whined and clenched around him, feeling fuller than ever before.

After your muscles relaxed, you rocked lightly against Geto's cock, to show you were ready for him. Though, just that small movement had you seeing stars as his tip hit your g-spot.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream and your nails dug into the sheets, gripping tightly.

"Oh, did I find it already?" he asked patronizingly, his voice laced with sarcasm, "You must be so sensitive," You could do nothing but whimper and nod, not being able to form words.

"Fuck, do that again," Geto demanded.

You followed his instructions and rocked against him, moaning at the sensation. "Holy shit," Geto gasped, his eyes rolling back as you squeezed his cock.

Gojo watched with wide eyes, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he watched the scene unfold before him. "How does she feel?" Gojo asked with a chuckle. He already knew the answer.

Geto moaned, slowly starting to roll his hips, "Fucking heavenly," You felt a wave of satisfaction wash over you, knowing that Geto was enjoying your pussy just as much as you enjoyed his dick.

"So warm and tight," he added, picking up his pace, "I could fuck her all day,"

"Please," you whimpered, "fuck me all day,"

A satisfied smile crossed Geto's face, and without a word, he started to thrust into you at a steady pace. You gasped, feeling his cock fill you up with each push. Your walls tightened around him, trying to pull him deeper.

"Fuck," Geto groaned, "Such a greedy fucking pussy, doesn't want to let me go."

You whimpered and wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. His hands grabbed onto your waist and his fingers dug into the plush flesh. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and your moans and whimpers grew louder and louder.

"Mm, look at her," Gojo cooed, "she's so fucking desperate."

"Mhm" you breathed out nodding and looking up at Geto, who was watching your every move. He looked absolutely breathtaking. His hair was a mess, his face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with desire. The sight of him looking down at you like that made your heartbeat quicken.

"You love having my cock buried deep inside of you, don't you?" he asked.

You nodded vigorously, unable to form any words, but the way your hips met his every thrust and the sounds that came out of you told him all he needed to know.

"Oh?" Geto smirked, "You need more? Fucking impatient little slut- You need me to fuck you harder?"

"Yes, please, please, please," you begged, your head falling back against the pillow.

"Such a good girl," he praised, his hand moving to rest on your lower stomach, "such a polite little whore for my cock."

He pushed lightly onto your abdomen while fucking deep into you. The pressure from his hand was foreign and had you squirming and whimpering, biting your lip to hold in your cries of pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, there! There!" You screamed, "Please, don't stop!"

Geto smirked and leaned forward, "Look at me," he demanded, his voice firm.

Your eyes shot open, not even realizing they had been closed. You stared up at him and his lust filled eyes, a look you had never seen before on his face. The sight made you instantly moan and your eyes began to roll back involuntarily.

"Keep your eyes on me," he commanded, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust.

Your jaw fell slack, and a strangled moan slipped past your lips as pleasure coursed through your veins. "S- sorry," you stuttered.

Gojo groaned and his fist picked up pace, jerking his dick in tandem with Geto's movements. "It's okay, baby, you're doing so good," he whispered, leaning forward and brushing the hair out of your face, "so good for us."

Geto's pace continued and the heat in the pit of your stomach began to build dangerously fast. "Fuck, Sugu- I- I-" you stuttered, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

"You're so close already, aren't you?" He cooed, his eyes not leaving yours.

You nodded, and a loud whine slipped past your lips as Geto's hips started to pick up speed. "Fuck," he groaned, "fuck, you're squeezing me so good, baby,"

"Gonna- Gonna cum," you managed to say through heavy breaths and muffled moans.

In response, the hand on your stomach pushed slightly deeper, and that's what threw you over the edge. The pressure had your toes curling and your back arching upwards followed by a strangled scream on your lips as you came hard.

Your vision went white, and a ringing filled your ears.

"Oh, fuck," Gojo groaned, watching your legs shake and your face display your ecstasy.

"Shit," Geto groaned, "keep cumming for me, baby, just like that- fuck!"

Gojo smirked and leaned back, admiring his two lovers. "God, the two of you are so fucking hot," he said, his hand working furiously to match the pace that Geto was now setting.

You could barely register what he said, too overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure crashing through your body. The warmth from deep in your core had overflowed, somehow finding its release- and soaking everything around you in the process.

Geto moaned loudly and looked down at your pussy, Gojo eyes followed, widening and jaw dropping.

"Holy shit," Gojo breathed out, "She's squirting," he said in awe, "fuck- I didn't even know she could do that."

Your juices were flowing freely, coating Geto's cock, balls, and the bed beneath you in a thick layer. It was as if a flood gate had opened and your arousal was pouring out of you.

"Oh, god, oh, god," Geto repeated, "you're squirting on my cock," he groaned and picked up his pace, fucking you through your orgasm, "so good, fuck- So fucking perfect."

Your mind was blank, all you could do was babble and moan, letting Geto fuck you as you rode out the last waves of your orgasm.

"Fuck," Geto growled, his hips began to stutter. "Go on, Suguru," Gojo urged, nearing his own climax, "cum in her."

Geto looked down at you, the glazed over expression on your face was enough to send him over the edge. With a final thrust he bottomed out and painted your walls with his seed, the sensation pulling a long moan from both of your lips.

You could feel his warmth spill into you, filling you up and coating your walls, and causing a brain numbing tingle to run up your spine.

Gojo wasn't far behind, his own cum coating his hand and abdomen. He pumped his shaft as the last few drops landed on his stomach. "Holy shit," he breathed out, leaning back and letting the orgasm wash over him.

"Fuck," Geto groaned, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. Both of you were completely spent, not even bothering to move or say a word. The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing and racing heartbeats.

You could feel Geto's warm breath against your skin as he took a few deep breaths. You brought a hand up and gently ran it through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

The gesture was simple, but it made his heart melt, grounding him from the high he just experienced.

"That was fucking hot," Gojo praised, "You're both so fucking sexy. I loved seeing you two together."

"So good, my beautiful, perfect, angel," he continued, placing kisses on your forehead and cheek, "you did so well,"

You turned to him and smiled lazily, enjoying the praise. Geto looked up and admired your blissed out expression. "You look so pretty like this, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "so gorgeous."

You leaned into his touch and hummed, your eyes fluttering, half lidded in tranquility.

Gojo chuckled and placed a kiss on your temple, "Don't get too comfortable, princess, we still need to clean up."

"I'm not leaving this bed," you mumbled, closing your eyes completely and nuzzling into the pillow.

"You're so spoiled," he chuckled and turned to his friend, "Help me out here, man."

"Sorry, baby," Geto apologized, kissing your nose, "he's right, we need to get you cleaned up," You groaned and nodded, accepting defeat. Geto slowly pulled out and stood up.

"Come here, my sweet, precious, girl," Gojo said, lifting you off the bed, bridal style, "Let's go take care of you."

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "M'kay," you replied, resting your head on his chest. Gojo carried you into the bathroom, and Geto followed closely behind. He sat you down on the toilet and you leaned against the wall, closing your eyes.

Once Geto entered, he turned on the bath faucet and waited for the water to warm.

"Do you wanna use a bath bomb, princess?" Gojo offered, reaching into the cabinet under the sink. "Ooh yes, please," you nodded opening your eyes with a tired smile on your lips.

A bright grin spread across Gojo's face from seeing you perk up, "Okay!" He exclaimed, grabbing one of your favorites and tossing it into the bath.

The sweet smell of citrus quickly filled the air, and the sight of the bubble bath and colorful fizzies had you feeling relaxed like never before.

Geto shut the water off and walked over to you. He knelt down and cupped your cheek, his thumb running over the soft skin. "How are you feeling, sweet girl?" He asked, a small smile on his lips.

You hummed and leaned into his touch, "Amazing," you replied.

He chuckled and kissed your forehead, "Good."

After all of the residue made its way out of you, you cleaned up and Gojo lifted you into the bath. He settled in behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you back to his chest.

"Is the temperature okay, princess?" Geto asked, sitting in the opposite side of the tub.

You hummed, closing your eyes and resting your head on Gojo's chest. "Perfect,"

"Good, we want you to be comfortable," Geto said, smiling.

"Thank you," you mumbled, snuggling into Gojo's chest.

It was a little crammed and you guys probably should have showered beforehand, but in that moment it was perfect and everything you could ever need.

The three of you had become comfortable and content.

As if that's how things had always been

Gojo was playing with the bubbles and making shapes with them on top of your head, while Geto was helping to wash the sweat off of your skin, his fingertips running gently along the curves of your body.

It felt so normal and domestic, and that's exactly what you had always wanted.

"So, how does this feel?" Gojo asked, reaching behind him to grab a loofah, "Is it weird? Being the meat in a Gojo and Geto sandwich?"

You choked on your breath and your eyes shot open, "Ew! It wasn't weird until you said that! Gross," you said, giggling and shaking your head.

"Yeah, Satoru, why'd you have to word it like that?" Geto asked, chuckling and chastising his friend.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that. It was funny!" Gojo laughed, running the loofah across your back, "Now answer the question."

"No, it doesn't feel weird," you replied, a smile on your lips, "I mean, yeah, we haven't done a lot yet, but I'm happy, and I like being with both of you."

"Yeah," Gojo agreed, "it's different, obviously, but, I'm glad it's the three of us. I love the dynamic, it feels like... home. Like the three of us were always meant to be together. Me and my two favorite people!" He threw his arms around your neck, his hands falling just above your chest.

You looked at Geto and he had the most genuine, loving smile on his face. "I couldn't agree more," he said, reaching out to take your hand in his. His hand was warm and comforting, and the way his thumb was rubbing circles into the skin had a warm tingle running up your arm.

Gojo was right, it did feel like home.

A warm, safe, comforting, home.

It was a strange situation, one that you never would have imagined yourself in. But at the same time you knew that the three of you would be able to make it work.

The three of you stayed in the bath for a little while longer, laughing, teasing, and joking, and eventually Gojo and Geto switched places. When the water began to get cold and the bubbles began to disappear, Gojo lifted you out of the bath and brought you back to the bed.

He gently laid you down and dried you off, pressing kisses all over your skin.

Geto emerged from the bathroom and watched the two of you. He could see how much Gojo cared for you, and how you trusted and loved him. It was a sight that made his heart flutter and he could only hope to have that deep of a connection with you one day.

"You're so cute," Gojo cooed, placing the towel over your head and rubbing it gently.

"Toru," you whined, the feeling tickling your scalp, "you're going to make my hair frizzy!"

"Shhh, let me enjoy this," he chuckled, moving the towel and planting a kiss on your forehead, "I love taking care of you, and seeing you so relaxed. Plus, I think your hair is adorable no matter what, and I know Sugu does too,"

Turning to Geto in the doorway, you pouted and tilted your head to Gojo, "Help me out here," you pleaded.

Geto couldn't help but smile. "He's right, sweet girl," he chuckled, walking towards the bed, "I think your hair is gorgeous no matter what," He pulled you into his chest for an embrace, but then scruffled your hair, catching you off guard.

"Hey!" You yelped, pulling away from him and trying to flatten your hair, "not you too!"

They both let out a laugh. "Sorry, baby," Geto apologized, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on the crown of your head.

"Traitor," you mumbled, earning a chuckle from Gojo and Geto.

"I'm gonna get dressed, I'll be right back," Geto said, reluctantly pulling away from the scene, "then, how about I make us a late breakfast?" You nodded and gave him a small smile.

"I knew there was a good reason to keep you around," Gojo teased, earning a slap on the shoulder from Geto before he walked off, "Ouch! Hey!"

Laughing you shook your head at Gojo's dramatic performance of pretending to be hurt by rubbing his shoulder, "I'm so wounded," he joked, flopping onto the bed beside you, "you're gonna have to kiss it better," he winked with a smirk.

"Maybe later," you giggled, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Fine, fine," he scoffed, rolling his eyes and sitting up.

He smiled as he jumped off the bed and threw on a pair of sweatpants, "Come on, baby," he said, holding a hand out for you, "I'll pick out an outfit for you." You happily accepted and followed him over to your dresser, ready to start your day.

[bettymylove]

i would love to request a Mattheo x reader x Enzo where reader is a hufflepuff and one day she goes back to her dorm and both the guys (her boyfriends) are there waiting for her to you know🤭 because it's been so long and they are needy doms🛐

ready

pairing: mattheo x reader x enzo

warnings: smut, 18+ mdni

a/n: my first enzo fic ahhh

Mattheo's leg bounced as he tried to focus on anything else other than his hard cock. Enzo was not in much of a different situation, both of them were eagerly waiting for you.

The door opened and both your boyfriends immediately stood up stalking towards you, your book bag was thrown on the floor by Enzo, "You don't need that right now baby." He looked down at you and you smiled.

Mattheo's hand immediately grabbed your throat, pushing you towards the door. You choked slightly when he pushed harder and you loved the feeling, "harder- please Matty harder" you begged him while your fingers locked themselves in Enzo's curls while he sucked on marks just below your jaw.

Mattheo let go and you whined at the loss of contact. Enzo picked you up so that your ass was right in his face and he did not waste a moment in slapping it.

"Do you have any idea how long we've waiting for you?" You chuckled a bit at how clingy they were being, pouncing at you as soon as you entered the room.

Your hand traveled to Enzo's bulge, pressing down to apply just tge right amount of pressure. Mattheo pulled you back into him by pulling your hair, tilting your hair so that he could kiss you.

Mattheo's mouth met with yours quite aggressively while Enzo's hand was travelling to your boobs, grabbing and flicking on what he could get his hands on.

You moaned in Mattheo's mouth and he pulled you even closer. Finally breaking the kiss, you got down on your knees, unzipping both of their pants and freeing their cocks.

You hands traveled up and down their cocks looking at them seductively through your lashes. "You better get your mouth on my cock, or I'll force it down." Mattheo retorted.

Your tongue met his cock with kitten licks while your thumb stroked the head of Enzo's cock. Both of them let out groans that made you even more drenched than before.

After gagging on both their cocks and your tomgue turning white, your top was disregarded, along with the skirt you had on.

Enzo's hand immediately met your cunt, fingers already delving inside while Mattheo was sucking your neck. "Come for me baby."

And so you did, your face met the matress soon after with your ass up high in the air. Mattheo's cock fir inside you with ease as if it was a mold made just for him. His thrusts started getting faster and your face was pushed harder in the matress.

When Mattheo was just about to cum, his body left yours and it was replaced by Enzo's while Mattheo stroked himself. All three of you came down together from the high.

After a while you sat yourself on Mattheo's lap kissing his neck. "Hope you're bothe ready for round two."

[merakiui]

I just can't keep the thought of wrapping my legs around a mer-eel waist⬆️↗️➡️↘️⬇️↙️⬅️↖️↕️↔️↪️⤴️⤵️🔃🔄

Like just think about it, with their prehensile dicks and everything 🛐🛐🛐 Or maybe even... a Naga Jamil waist🤌🤌🤌🤸‍♀️🛌👩‍🦽👩‍🦽‍➡️👩‍🦽👩‍🦽‍➡️👩‍🦽👩‍🦽‍➡️

Ngl the stealth sex would be going wild with that yk🤠🤠🤲🤝👐🙏🫦

AAAAA OMG…….. being an eel mer as well,,,, it’s like that one meme of that person who found two snails (or maybe it was two insects??) wrapped around each other and they found out that those snails were actually mating. T_T that same concept but with you and Floyd or Jade. Being wrapped around him and an unknowing diver finds the two of you curled up close and thinks it’s just the mer eel version of innocent cuddling. Really, it’s just him fucking you full of eggs. :)

Or with a naga Jamil… the way he could have you coiled in his tail, warming both of his cocks, while you take every egg he gives you… all while any onlookers are oblivious to what’s actually happening.

The same with Azul!!!! Maybe it looks like an octopus who’s caught his prey, but the reality is that he’s just fucking you hehe. Aaaa maybe this same concept with Azul and the human he’s grown infatuated with. Everyone on the beach just thinks the octo-mer is being overly curious, but they don’t know the tentacles are inching closer and closer to the space between your thighs, crawling beneath your swimsuit. >:)

[ghettogirly]

how would a yandere/obsessive armando, where he wants the reader for himself and will do whatever it takes to have her, (she falls little by little for him) 🔥💗

P.S., I love youuuuu 🌷✨💗🛐

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𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍:

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄!𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑.

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-> synopsis: how would armando be as a yandere?

-> theme: dark + obsessive themes.

-> format: headcanon.

-> warning: use of the n-word, armando is the real abuser, mention of abusive relationships, mention of domestic violence, verbal abuse, do not read if unstable relationships trigger you!

-> authors note: sorry for no post yesterday guys, i haven’t been well! i wanted to do this as a headcanon rather than a particular one shot. hope you enjoy, love you too!! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

💿 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 - 𝐊𝐄𝐇𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈

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[🕷️] 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

-> initially, he saw you arguing with your man outside late at night. he was getting all up in your face while you was there angrily-crying.

-> he was calling you all sorts of names, “bitch ass nigga” , “hoe”, any name you can think of, he said it.

-> armando was just watching from his car as he was pulled up on the street, leaving this clients house.

-> so when he saw a beautiful girl like you being berated by someone who’s supposed to love and protect you, it’s safe to say he was enraged.

-> the way your clothing accentuated your every curve, the curls bouncing on your shoulders and your full two-toned lips perfecting your face.

-> safe to say he was pissed with your boyfriend, who wouldn’t even appreciate what he had in front of him.

-> he didn’t intervene that night, wanting to just observe and see the dynamics before he did anything drastic.

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[🕷️] 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

-> weirdly enough, you would spot this man every time you went shopping.

-> he was just in his own world, getting food and snacks, until one day you saw him pick up a bouquets of flowers

-> a hint of annoyance took over your face as you reminisced on the relationship you had with your boyfriend, whoever has this gorgeous man as their partner was lucky.

-> and i mean real lucky.

-> it was time for you to pay for your shopping and you was £20 short. Sighing, you was ready to just leave it all there and walk out as you picked up the wrong purse from your house.

-> “i’m so sor-“

-> “i’ll pay for it.”

-> it was the same handsome male you saw before, now offering to pay for all your food shopping. His hair was cleanly cut and his beard freshly groomed, he slightly smirked at you while handing you his card to tap onto the card machine.

-> “are you sure-“

-> “just use it amor.”

-> that was the day your heart warmed up for him a little more.

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[🕷️] 𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

-> you spotted him at more places.

-> in the park, local corner shop, town centre, even the gym.

-> was you confused? yes.

-> did you care? no.

-> every time he saw you, he always checked up on you. Asking how you are, how work is, how is home life.

-> he even asked you out, which was a surprise, considering you thought he had a girlfriend.

-> “those flowers?? oh those were for my mom,” he reassured, slightly laughing.

-> “oh!!”

-> nevertheless, you had to reject him because you was still with that useless man. To which he did not understand.

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[🕷️] 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

-> that wasn’t until your “boyfriend” put his hands on you was when you snapped back into reality and realised how abusive he was towards you.

-> even if you didn’t snap back into reality, armando would make sure you would. “¡No puedes seguir soportando este abuso!”

-> he was right. why was you still with him?

-> armando was there every time you was hurt, taking care of you, showing his love for you.

-> so you finally got the courage to stand up to him and leave him, with armando by your side. Your boyfriend obviously did not take it well, screaming and throwing things but he did not touch you, not wanting to take his chances with the muscular male that was beside you.

-> it was over.

-> While you went to the car to load up your things, armando suggested to wait in the house to collect the last of your belongings so your ex did not try anything.

-> "Aquí está lo último del dinero. Lo hiciste bien".

-> Your ex nodded and walked upstairs.

-> Walking out of the house, Armando met you in the car. “Everything okay?”

-> “Never better. Él nunca te volverá a hacer daño.”

-> placing a big kiss on his lips, you smiled. never even batting an eyelash to the though of Armando, your saviour, was the reason for your ex’s abuse.

-> just in order, to push you to the edge in order for you to become vulnerable and love him.

-> after all, it was pretty easy to convince your ex boyfriend. A couple thousand of pounds makes everyone happy, right?

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[🕷️] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

“¡No puedes seguir soportando este abuse!”: you can’t keep taking this abuse!

"Aquí está lo último del dinero. Lo hiciste bien". : Here is the last of the money. You did well.

Él nunca te volverá a hacer daño.” : He will never hurt you again.

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[🕷️] 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @shurisgf @milliumizoomi @deadpool15 @5tarlan7 @thedarkworldofhananerea @tyneshaaa @wizewhispers @armandosbabymama @sarcasticbitchsblog @dyttomori @amplifiedmoan @azaleeia

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐..?

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Dudeeee love your writing omggggg 🤰🤰🤰🛐🛐🛐

Just wondering if you could do Law reacting to the reader saying 'put a baby in me' during sex. Like imagine him just losing it 😩😩😩

OBSESSED with this bye. I'm in a Law phase and this sent me to the MOON.

Come on, Daddy.

Pairing: Law x afab!Reader

TW: Unprotected sex, Creampies, Breeding, Pet Names, Oral sex (f receiving), doggy style, missionary, do not try this at home kids!

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Today was your anniversary. Yours and Law’s second official anniversary, to be specific. This was actually the first anniversary of yours that you have actually celebrated… at this time last year you hadn’t exactly told the rest of the crew… wanting to keep it to yourselves for as long as possible. A captain having an intimate relationship with a crew mate? It seemed a bit taboo. But eventually, after being discovered having a *ahem* private moment with your captain by Penguin, it was revealed to the rest of the crew that yes, you and Law were indeed a “thing.” 

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You still tried to keep it private as much as you could, no PDA or anything else that might make the crew uncomfortable. But during many nights of drinking, your fellow crew mates couldn’t help but tease you about your status with the captain. 

“I’d love to get out of kitchen duty tomorrow, but I guess I can’t since I’m not Captain’s Favorite” Shachi would yell out looking directly at you. You roll your eyes. 

“Mine is next week, dickhead. I don’t get out of anything.” You snip back at him without looking up from your News Coo.

“Yeah but you could! I don’t know why you never use it to your advantage! One blowie and you could skip mopping floors for a week! He’s so whipped for you.”Shachi crossed his arms and slunk back in his chair. 

“You guys suck, sorry you have big crushes on your captain or whatever.” You stand up and leave the conversation, having had enough stupidity and enough beer for the evening. 

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Now that your relationship is public, Law had no issue telling the crew to make themselves scarce for the day while he treated you on your anniversary. He made sure the Polar Tang was in range of an inhabited island just in time for this day so he could take you out for a meal and some fresh air. 

You spent the afternoon in your room getting dolled up for your hot date with the doctor. You took a long bath, shaving and washing your hair, then spritzing your neck and wrists with a warm-smelling vanilla spiced perfume. You knew this was Law’s favorite on you. Remembering that fact, you bent forward and sprayed the perfume on the inside of your ankles and smirked to yourself. You curled your hair into soft waves and applied your makeup before slipping a silk black dress over your head. You slid on your black heels and took a look in the mirror. The black dress flattered your body and the thin fabric barely shielded your nipples from sight. 

“Not bad.” You smile at yourself and do a little twirl in your mirror. 

You grab your purse and head out to the deck to meet your boyfriend. You open the door to the deck and see Law chatting and laughing with his crew mates. He was also dressed to the nines, dress slacks as apposed to his usual denim. Of course, he still had his hat on. God forbid he forego that damn hat. 

“Wow, don’t hurt ‘em Captain!” Penguin teased Law about his cleaned up appearance. They all chuckled but as soon as they spotted you, their laughter ceased and they eyed your gorgeous visage. 

“Oh sweets, you look…” Law spoke as he started walking towards you. “Absolutely delicious…” His eyes did a quick once over of your figure before he smirked at your face. You blushed. 

“Well… shall we, haha?” You giggled nervously having all the eyes of the crew on you, wanting to hurry on to your date. 

Law chuckled at your nervousness. “Let’s shall.” Law wrapped his arm around your waist and led you down the gangplank to shore the island. 

You eased at his silly response, he was in a good mood today. He was free from work, and has his whole time and attention to give to you… and not to mention how fucking sexy you look for him tonight. 

He held your hip closely as you strolled down the town’s streets. You couldn’t help but revel in this fantasy of being a normal couple. Not a pirate life, but a domestic one. No more battles with other warlords or the government, no more fast paced escape plans, no more fighting to make a name in the New World… What if? This island seemed nice… what if you just stayed here? You had plenty enough for a house. You could stay here and be a real couple, pop out a couple of kids, be a real family. 

You shook yourself out of your daydream as Law stopped in front of you to open the door to the restaurant. He let you pass before him and you both entered and got a table. He ordered you both a bottle of wine immediately, so you could begin to celebrate as soon as possible. After you got your wine he grabbed his glass and raised it. 

“To the best two years of my life. I love you, y/n.” He used his spare hand to stroke your hand on top of the white tablecloth. 

“I love you too, Law.” You clinked your glass with his and made a loud “mmm” as the expensive wine hit your tongue. You both made quick work of the wine and were enjoying your dinner while making conversations that you wouldn’t have around your crew. 

“No no, I swear, like he’s SUCH a little weirdo-“ You laughed out as you took another sip of wine before dessert. “He like was next to me and our hands were tied and all he had to say was ‘is there food here?’ Like? Who thinks of that at a time like that?” Law let out a deep laugh with his head back. 

“Straw Hat is a weird dude, I can tell you that… Hold on, the waiter has been taking too long, I’ll go see what that’s all about.” Law said as he rose from his seat. 

“Oh honey, it’s fine, we aren’t in a rush.” You cooed at him, enjoying your evening regardless of how long dessert took to come out from the kitchen. 

“Listen, y/n, that dress? I can’t look at it much more without ripping it off you, I kind of am in a rush.” 

You blushed as he went to go find the waiter. You took another big sip of wine. 

“Excuse me miss…” You felt a tap on your shoulder. It was a very elderly woman with a cane, coming to inquire something of you. 

“Yes ma’am, can I help you?” You politely answer. 

“How long have you and your husband been together?” She inquired further. 

“Oh um… Oh he and I… we aren’t- we aren’t married, actually! Just um… seeing each other!” You stutter out. The old lady smiles down at you. 

“Well, you certainly will be! I was seated behind you, and I saw the way he looks at you. It’s been almost a century since I’ve seen anyone look like that! You’re soulmates, dear, I can tell. I bless you both in your future!” 

“T-thank you, I um… I love him very much…” You didn’t know what to say. The old lady warmly taps your shoulder. 

“I know you do, dear.” She heads to the exit slowly and you can’t help but smile. It was obvious to strangers how close you bond was, you couldn’t wait to get him home and feel him even closer. Law tracks down your dessert and you enjoy it with each other over the dregs of your second bottle of wine. 

“Excuse me, Mr Trafalgar, Sir, I would just like to let you know, your bill has been taken care of.” The waiter said as he approached your table. 

“What? We aren’t a charity case, what are you talking about?” Law is incredibly confused. 

“Was it… was it an old lady?” You chirp up at the waiter. 

“It was, she didn’t leave her name.”

“Well if she comes back again… tell her thank you. Come on, love.” You prompt your boyfriend and he gets up from his seat to pull out your chair. 

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“What was that about?” Law asked you while swinging your hands together in a tipsy manner as you walked back to the ship together. 

“Honestly? I have no idea!” You laughed while trying to keep balance on your heels on the cobblestone sidewalk. “Some ancient broad came over and said she could tell you were in love with me, and walked away!” You giggled again. 

“Oh really?!” Law suddenly picks you up underneath your butt and hoists you up against his chest. He spins you around in a circle before lowering you to kiss you softly on the lips. “How would anyone get the idea that I’m completely in love with you.” He laughs. 

“Baby… come on, let’s get back to the ship.” You giggled while grabbing his hand again to pull him quickly back to the Polar Tang. You laughed like school kids as you jogged towards the ship. 

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Your back hit the cold metal wall of Law’s captains quarters on the sub. Law was pushing you up against it by holding your thighs, attacking your exposed collarbone with sucks and bites. 

“Law, please…” You moan out as he man handles your body against the wall. 

“My pretty girl wants more? Of course she does…” He slurs out as he bites the crux of your neck. “Gonna make you scream tonight, baby…” 

With this, he throws your body onto his unmade bed. He hovers over you as he shimmies your dress over your head, revealing your fully nude body to him. 

“No panties tonight, huh? You must have been expecting to get fucked… dirty girl…” Law slides his hand up your torso to pinch at your nipple, eliciting a whine from your lips. “Tell me baby, did you want to get fucked tonight?” He switches his hand to your other nipple. 

“Yes! Yes I wanted you to fuck me so badly, Law!” You desperately keen into his touch. He chuckles menacingly. “Hold these. I’m hungry again.” He grans your hands and pushes them to grab the backs of your thighs, holding them up and spread for him as he gazes at your dripping sex. “Mmm… smells so sweet, pretty girl.” Law leans forward and inhales your scent. “Gotta taste it…” 

Law dives in and flicks his tongue on your clit. You moan and fist one of your hands in his black hair, making his hat slightly off center.  He moves your hand back to your thigh. 

“Need you to keep ‘em spread for me. Just take it.” He slurped again at your clit and your back arches in pleasure. 

His spit combined with your arousal was starting to drip down to your ass and the feeling turned you on further. Law ate your sensitive little pussy with a fervor you’ve only ever experienced with him, he got off on seeing you melt under his tongue. 

After several more minutes of working your clit expertly, you feel that familiar tensing in your lower body begin to heighten. 

“Baby I’m gonna- fuck!” You cry out as you let the feeling take over your body. 

“There it is! Yes, so good my sweet girl! So pretty when you cum like that.” Law slobbers out as he enthusiastically slurps down your release. 

After coming down from your orgasm, you feel Law’s presence leave your bed. He was stripping his body of his fancy slacks and dress shirt. His hat went last. 

“Turn over, sweets.” Law lovingly strokes the outside of your thighs as you shakily get on all fours for him. He starts rubbing his leaking cock against your sopping folds, so engorged and sensitive from your orgasm. “Can you take it, baby? For me?” He dips his fat cock head in and out of your leaking hole slowly and teasingly. 

“YES LAW! Please put it in! I need it! Please…” You arch your back, trying desperately to get him to push fully into you. 

“Anything for you…” And with that, Law plunges himself into your warm hole. You both moan and clench your fists, yours around the sheets and his around the flesh of your ass. He was hitting the most important spot inside of you as he languidly pulled out and pushed back in. 

“Aaah… Law… Love you… So much…” You manage to get out as your head is sideways against the pillow in front of you. 

“Love you sweets… so much… FUCK, this pussy is so perfect… can’t believe it’s all mine…” Law growls out at you. He slaps your right ass cheek, hard. You gush out more arousal onto his shaft and balls. 

“YES daddy! It’s yours! It’s yours!” You cry out, drunk on the pleasure he was giving you. 

Law cocks his head at you as he slows his hips. You had never called him that before. He had no idea how badly it would turn him on… He continued fucking into you at a fast past, groaning every time you could clench around him. 

“Daddy! Please! Put a fucking baby in me! Please, daddy!” You called out to him, lust completely taking over your brain. You wanted to feel him claim you, making you his forever indisputably. You felt his thrusts stop. His hands still on your hips, you worry you’ve made some sort of mistake. Suddenly, you feel his strong arms flip you onto your back. A hand reaches gently, but quickly for your throat. 

“What did you say, pretty girl? I didn’t hear it.” Lawn tightens his grip on your throat while he teases his cock at your entrance. You needed to feel him inside you again so badly, you buck your hips towards his throbbing member. 

“Want you… want you to fuck a baby into me, Law…” You choke out. “Get me…” You thrust your hips up again in need. “Pregnant… Please?”

Law groaned as he watched your pathetic, needy body, trying to push his cock into your hole yourself. 

“Do you mean that, y/n? Want me to cum in you and fill you up until you’re good and stuffed? Want me to make you big and pregnant?” He teases you by swiping his cock against your swollen clit. 

“Want it so bad!” You crane your neck up to catch his lips in a kiss, but he was too far, you were a desperate little bitch for him. 

“Oh sweets… I’m going to make sure you won’t leave his bed without my baby in you…” His eyes darkened and he thrust his cock deep inside you without warning. 

“AAAHH! Law!” You shriek out, your body coming alive again and working its way to another orgasm. 

“Gonna- fuck! Gonna fuck you so full baby…” Law brings his right hand to his lips and spits a fat gob onto his fingers before bringing them down to rub at your clit. The combination of his thick cock spearing you open and his deft touch on your most sensitive bit, you feel yourself being hurtled towards another end. 

“Law, I’m gonna- ah! Cum! Want you to cum inside! Please! Want your baby, PLEASE!” You scream out as your walls clamp and spasm all over Law’s shaft. You whine and squirm all over him as he doesn’t slow down his thrusts. 

“Good girl cumming like that baby, Daddy is so proud of you. You’re gonna take this whole load, right baby? You wanna make sure Daddy gets you good and knocked up, right?” He stutters his hips. 

“Yes!” You squeak out as you feel him pump his seed deep inside of you, kissing your cervix gently. 

Law groans and collapses on top of you. You both catch your breath and he rolls off your torso to lay at your side. You curl into his chest and nuzzle your nose into the sparse chest hair in between his tattoo. 

“Happy Anniversary, sweets.” Law chuckles as he strokes your hair. 

“Mm…. Happy Anniversary, Honey.” You kiss his chest. 

“You know… we can’t have a baby until you marry me first…” He frees one of his arms and grabs a ring box from his slacks pocket by the nightstand.

“You’re kidding…” In your post coital bliss, you could barely believe you were getting a ring. 

“No baby… I’m so serious…” Law kisses your lips as he slid the diamond onto your finger. “I wanted to ask you at dinner but that lady threw me off. Will you marry me, y/n?” 

You look down at the ring on your finger and use both hands to grab Law’s face and push it into yours. “yes, yes! Of course, yes! I’ll marry you, Law!”

Law kisses you and pushes you onto your back again. “So.. Now that we’re engaged… how should we celebrate?”

xx

[hw4-l1z]

I need a fic of boypussy Hyunjin getting fingered before being g bred

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Boypussy hyun supremacy 🛐

Sub!bp!hyunjin x Dom!m!reader

Cw: dacryphilia// use of the word slut// boypussy// fingering// breeding//

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Holding him against you so close, both laying on your sides facing eachother as your fingers work themselves into his soft pussy. Sloppily making out as he moans and whines into your mouth. His walls are squeezing around you digits everytime you brush against his g-spot. Pushing him onto his back as you kneel beside him, speeding up your fingers and curling them up slightly.

His pussy feeling so sensitive as he feels every little bit, gripping your wrists as his back arches up. You slid another hand down his torso and begin to move your fingers in circles around his clit softly. His hips begin to squirm around as he's chasing for more friction. Biting his plush lips with his eyes all dazed out, he looks fucking delicious, completely fucked out already.

His pussy is basically dripping, his liquids costing your fingers perfectly as the sound of your fingers inside him sound so wet. He begins begging for your cock, whining about how much he needs it and how much he wants you to fill him up. Not long after until you have him folded in half and slamming your cock into him. His pussy is swallowing you whole.

He looks so gorgeous and slutty right now. His hairs a mess on the pillow, a few tears have made there way down his face and his eyes going cross-eyed. His cheeks and shoulders turning red as he can't help but tense slightly at how intense the feeling of your cock pounding into him is. It's not long until he's shaking and moaning through his orgasm, creaming around your cock.

You fuck him through his orgasm, chasing your own high. He's begging you again to fill him up, he wants to feel your cum shooting into him and feel as it leaks out of him. You grip the sheets as you feel you cock begin to twitch signalling your orgasm. Eventually you cum with a growl, your cock spurting your warm load into his pussy, filling him to the brim as he moans at the sensation. Grinding your cock into him as you ride it out, his pussy leaking a mixture of both your cum out of his wet hole slowly.

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[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 5: PREGNANCY Kyoraku Shunsui 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @the-witch-of-one-piece ➡ Hello my beautiful soul sister!!! Ahh I’m so excited for this kinktober! I raced into your inbox trying to calm down my feral kink coming out of me 😂😂 if it’s okay to request Shunsui with a fem reader for day 5 pregnancy! This man would be the best soon to be daddy 🥺💜🛐 thank you so much my beautiful soul sister!!! TE AMO MUCHO !!!!!!! ➡ también te amo mucho my soul sister! 💖 tw: mdni. pregnancy kink. reader IS pregnant. nipple play. semi public sex. humping. vag sex. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The outcome of so many nights of passion showed beautiful in your body. The little bump growing strong and healthy, your anatomy changing, your mood somethings swinging.

You were preparing yourself, and the house, for the new life that would be there in some months. And while you did, the general captain of the Gotei 13 couldn’t help but praise you.

Sitting comfortably in the garden of the Shunsui manor, the soon to be dad enjoys a sip of his beloved sake. While you, comfortably enjoy gardening under a soft spring breeze. It was calmer than ever before, after all that had happened with the invasion none of you had time to be at peace for a long time.

“You are a goddess, my love” Kyoraku chimes, leaving the cup on a little table next to him.

“Shut up, you! I am getting fat, look…” you joke, you love more than anyone how beautiful your belly looks.

Shunsui stands up, sighing. He can’t let a queen think that way of herself. Walking a few steps towards you, he takes his hat in between his hands and bends over to where you are.

“I am not trying to be rude, so I will ask you to please excuse my language… but fat is how I get down there when I see you, miss” he murmurs, acting innocent despite saying such thing.

You leave the little gardening tool in your hand to look at him with your mouth open.

“Kyoraku Shunsui, would you mind watching your mouth in front of your baby?” you scold him, sweetly, while acting incensed at his words and caressing your belly.

He takes his hat to his naked chest in signs of being sorry, but all of a sudden he snatches in arms as if you where less heavy than a feather.

“Honey- what? What are you doing?!” you protest, while safe resting in his embrace.

“Listen here, the eyes you just gave me… you being pregnant, everything about you… ugh- believe me that the baby won’t tell for now” he says, walking calmly to the wooden swing you have in your garden.

Shunsui sits back, with you still in his arms. Despite your pregnancy he is way bigger than you in every sense.

He grunts and comfortably sits you over his lap. “Com’ere” he purrs, opening your yukata with absolutely no worries.

You are silent, but with a huge smirk on your face. You know what’s next and you want it so bad…

Shunsui seems to be gloating at how full your breasts are looking; pregnancy is making your body an experience he doesn’t want to miss; he wants to love you in every single stage of yourself.

“Allow me, before this belongs to someone else ~” he scoffs, while his hands cups one of your breasts and takes it to his lips.

You moan instantly after he plants the first kiss over your hard nipples. Everything has been feeling a lot more sensitive.

He sucks, slowly. He nibbles, kindly. He doesn’t want to hurt her precious wife nor coming baby.

Your back curls as he keeps playing, changing from breast to breast and sometimes burying his head in between them. His huge hand, lies on your warm back flesh, holding you for you to lie as comfortably as you please while he gives you pleasure.

You can’t help but begin to move back and forth, humping on his hardening crotch. You can feel his growth hitting against your core and in both cases getting wetter and needier. The motions of the swing also accompany yours, edging you two a state very close to climax.

“I…” you whine, urging your husband to fuck you. “Already? But what if I hurt you…?” he asks, knowing too well he won’t. Kyoraku Shunsui enjoys your begging for his dick. He wants you to plead to be penetrated and pleased.

Panting, reaching his lips with yours, needy… “please, fuck me… do it…”

“How do you ask properly, doll?” he asks back, already lifting your hip enough for his hakama pants to slide down.

You swallow. You have always called him “daddy” and now, it won’t be the exception; this time Shunsui deserves more than ever to be called that way.   

“Daddy, fuck me… please ~” you purr, letting your yukata to fall to the ground to show him in full display your beautiful “mommy” body.

He smirks, pleased. His hands first reach for your swollen belly, up and down and around your waist.

“Now, if I may… let daddy fuck you the way you deserve my sweet, beautiful mommy” “Nghh… deeper… go- deeper, daddy!” ~

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[myslutwritings]

Hey, hope you’re doing well!<3 :)

I love your headcanons on the uppermoon demons!! (I start doing laps around my room and cartwheeling every time you post🛐) I have a request on the upper moons x their female s/o during her time of the month (esp when she has very bad period cramps 🥲 like literally feels like you’re getting stabbed in the lower abdomen, back pain, nausea etc.,etc.)

You can write either mainly SFW hcs or mix it up with NSFW hcs, I don’t mind, just happy to get the request written tbh😭

(Also, if you don’t feel comfortable writing for such a topic, that’s okay! :) thank you for taking the time to read my request though! Hope you have a good day/night!<3)

TYSM🫶🫶 i’ll definitely be doing this! (and fyi yes i am completely writing for this kind of thing! it’s completely normal!)

➤ Uppermoons taking care of you on your time of the month

➤ Headcanons (not proof read)

Uppermoons x F!reader (modern AU)

Including: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza + Hantengu Clones!

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warnings: mostly sfw but with some semi-nsfw

Muzan Kibutsuji

He l literally just arrives home to find you curled up on the bed. You look like you’re in agony and immediately he presumes someone hurt you.

That’s all until you tell him that your body is just experiencing horrendous cramps due to being on your period.

Muzan isn’t a dumbass so he’s familiar with what a period is.

So he obviously isn’t repulsed by you or anything!

You don’t even have to tell him fully because he caught the whiff of your blood prior. Which is another reason he thought someone hurt you at first.

As we know, not the best at giving affection but he’ll take care of you (if you’re lucky)

But whenever you’re on your period you receive sooo much affection from him and it always catches you off guard because you never EVER witness him like this.

Muzan lowkey loves how clingy you get as well. Feeds off it when you rely on him. It’s his confidence boost.

Cuddles with you (on occasion) and will give you free massages without you having to ask.

Isn’t the most vocal but he will whisper words of affirmation in your ear. It sends chills down your spine whenever he does.

You don’t even have to tell him where your cramps are because he immediately knows and takes care of it for you!

Is unexpectedly good at holding back his hunger for your blood. Muzan Isn’t too fond of your blood in the first place because he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way. (surprisingly. considering he’s the demon king n all)

Kokushibo

Then again, like Muzan he assumes you’re hurt until you inform him that you’re just having agonizing cramps.

Kokushibo absolutely despises witnessing you in any form of pain so without saying a word you’re quickly embraced by him.

Will take care of you all day and all night until you’re finally off your period.

Has to fight back the urge to taste your blood💀

If you have to postpone sexy times then he is understanding! As long as you’re comfortable. He’s happy just taking care of you like this.

Is a bit shocked by how needy you become though.

It’s sorta cute in his six eyes how humans get like this.

he’ll also love love LOVE how you’ll rely on him.. (but ofc he doesn’t express it)

Being overly vocal isn’t his nature but he’ll do his best to comfort you with his words as well if you’re in extreme pain.

Gently massages your cramps, buys you a heating pad and everything or he’ll even bathe you. Bro is such a gentleman tbh<33

I’m conclusion, he is always prepared. He’ll happily buy you a bunch of sweets if you have a habit of earthy candy while you’re on your cycle. Always prepared with pads too.

Douma

Douma isn’t really too fond of how lazy you become whenever you’re on your period!

You’re usually up and about so what’s changed?

At first he doesn’t notice until he smells the faint scent of fresh blood.

It’s embarrassing really because at first you didn’t tell him. But Douma isn’t an idiot so he immediately knows and teases you when you confess you were too shy to tell him.

Douma absolutely adores taking care of you and he literally is on his knees for you no matter what so anything you need he can definitely provide it! He’s obsessed with giving. He’s almost too giving.

I feel like he would just naturally have sweets in his house so he’ll just give them all to you.

Will bathe you and cook for you and gives you very intimate massages.

Tells you how you smell extra good whenever you’re on your period.

You punched him in the stomach for that.

Buttttt.. if you’re the one to not wanna engage in sexual acts when you’re on your cycle he will throw a fit if you have to postpone sexy times with him. i

He wants to taste you badly. Especially when you’re bleeding from there yk (he’s so downbad it’s unreal)

On the other end, he’s still satisfied though because you become way more clingy! Usually, he’s the one who’s clingy, so it’s like the roles are reversed.

Douma also finds it amusing whenever you’re withering in pain because of your cramps. He gets off by how extra vulnerable you get. (He’s such a sadist, i swear)

Douma lends you extra cuddles but you proceed to complain about how cold he is. You want to be warm and comfortable and be just isn’t helping with us naturally cold body temperature.

Throws a tantrum if you don’t wanna cuddle. Will beg you until you say yes. He doesn’t care and thinks you’ll feel better if you let him hold you (He is fucking delusional and doesn’t understand that he’s only making it worst)

Akaza

You know him, you love him.

You bet your ass this man is gonna be head over heels for you and treat you like his queen no matter what.

Akaza immediately knows what’s up when he comes across you lying on the couch clearly in pain.

Carries you to the bedroom and gives you a heating pad and just lies down next to you while stroking your hair. Telling you about his day because he knows his words comfort you!

You don’t even have to tell him because he knows what makes you feel better when you’re on your time of the month!

Buys you all the necessities you need! He naturally just knows by heart what to get.

Even buys you the correct pads/tampons too, gets you your favorite candy as well, or anything else you like!

Suchhhhh a fucking gentleman!!

The two of you share lots of fluffy moments together!

Whenever you’re experiencing extreme nausea he will make you something healthy to eat and lend you a cold drink. Will deadass spoon feed you all romantically

He’s super overprotective and loves to take care of you. ALWAYS.

We know Akaza doesn’t eat women so he’s easily able to fight back the urge to taste your blood. He couldn’t care less about that.

Is super understanding and accepting of you don’t want to engage in sexual acts while you’re on your period. He would much rather take care of you! But if you did want to have sex he wouldn’t complain.

Akaza probably wouldn’t be into eating you out while you’re on your period because as we know he doesn’t eat women.

Hantengu Clones

Sekido

You’d probably expect him to be mad but he actually isn’t which is a huge surprise.

He is only mad at the fact you’re in pain.

Only anger is his nature but he’ll drop it for once in order to care for you.

Not the best at it, imma admit.

If he needs to buy you pads he’ll probably get lost in the store. It takes him like an hour to find the correct ones for you because all this feminine stuff is confusing on his end.

But surprise, surprise, he returns back with everything you need despite him taking awhile.

Complains to you about it afterwards and how infuriating it was to find pad/tampons for you.

He’s being over dramatic so you just laugh it off and thank him.

Well, at least you’re happy so that’s good enough.

Doesn’t really like cuddling but if it’ll help you he’ll do it for your sake.

Karaku

Another amazing care taker.

Cooks for you, gives you baths, buys whatever feminine products you require even tho he gets a lil confused..

But at the same time he gets really fucking aroused.

Doesn’t care if you’re bleeding, that makes it even better.

But if you aren’t the type to wanna fuck he’ll understand. But he’s bummed out about it though.

Lots and lots of cuddles for you!

Teases you when you’re in pain (then again, sadist)

But afterwards he’ll feel a tad-bit guilty and just cuddle you until you fall asleep in his arms.

Karaku is surprisingly warm so you don’t need a heating pad when he literally already is one.

Aizetsu

“Are you okay, love?” Aizetsu notices you’re in extreme agony and becomes worried as his eyes laid on your fetal position in bed.

Cue caretaker Aizetsu!!

Seeing you in such pain makes him so upset and even more depressed than before.

Is immediately doing EVERYTHING for you.

Even if this affection causes him to grow exhausted If it means the pain will go away for you then he’ll do it in a heartbeat!

Would never tease you either:( that’s so mean.

Bro gets a little flustered sometimes whenever he has to buy those feminine products for you.

He isn’t experienced with taking care of someone while on their period because he isn’t too sure on what exactly to do.

But as soon as you tell him what to do he’s doing it all in a heartbeat! Is surprisingly a fast learner so he goes into the habit of taking care of you without you having to ask anymore whenever you’re on that time of the month.

He even knows before you know when you’re on your period because he can smell your blood.

Urogi

Right off the bat asks why he smells blood.

You just tell him you’re on your time of the month and then he laughs and just cuddles you.

Is absolute SHIT when it comes to taking care of you though.

He can’t really give you massages because of his talons..

But you get a lot of cuddles though which is a relief!

Buys you painkillers or heating pads.

Goes into he feminine product section of the store and takes a picture of it and asks “What size pussy you wear, mamas?”

You hate him sometimes.

Instead of what you actually need which is the correct tampons and pads he comes back with marshmallows

MARSHMALLOWS

And because you’re more fired up when you’re on your time of the month you literally almost kill him.

He’s sleeping on the couch tonight.

AHHH! i’m so so so sorry for not posting! i’ve been trying to find a new job and life has been a pain in the ass. But i started this last night and was finally able to finish! I hope you like it. My requests are still open so i’m still taking them! It just might take me awhile to finish them.

[hitomisuzuya]

Can I PLEASE have some more Yan! Kunikuzushi? Preferably smut but no specific ideas, just more Yandere Kuni 🧎🏻🧎🏻🛐

Yandere! Kunikuzushi (Scaramouche) x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Biting/Marking. Bondage. Blindfold. Scaramouche peeks through occasionally.

I am going back to giving my inbox attention now. I am always surprised when my Yandere stuff hits so well.

Kunikuzushi was trembling with urgency above you. His elegant fingers pumped in and out of your creamy cunt, his tongue prodded at a fold of inflamed skin in his mouth. Your eyes were covered, and your wrists tied above your head to the headboard purely for selfish reasons.

He craved to see you completely relying on him. Needed to see you struggle to reach out for him, to grip his wrist while he fucked his fingers inside you, reach to press to mouth down onto your neck while you cried about how good his fingers were making you feel.

Tears burned in your eyes behind the blindfold, your walls clenching tight around Kunikuzushi's fingers as he nudged them over and over again into your sweet spot. Teeth sucking and biting at your neck, occasionally grinding against an already forming or existing bruises sending shivers of pleasure right to your throbbing clit.

"Everyone has to see," He mumbled against your neck like a mantra, "everyone needs to know you belong to me," You cried out as he sped up the pace of his fingers. That was a sure sign that he was ready to move onto another spot on your body.

"K-Kuni!" Your cry of his name sounds so sweet to him, your thrashes of pleasure made his cock strain harder in his shorts.

Kunikuzushi is always reeling that he was making you feel this good, forcing you to feel every stretch and rub of his relentless fingers. He scissored his fingers, firmly curling them into your sweet spot. He is chasing the ecstasy of single minded obsession.

You.

The fold of skin left his mouth with a wet pop, the squelching noise coming from your pussy abating as he withdrew his fingers. He sat back, allowing you catch your breath as he admired his work. Admire the canvas that belonged to him, the bruises forming dark and possessive on your pretty skin. Admire how defenseless and weak you look tied up for him.

Kunikuzushi licked his fingers, his eyes darting over your body. He was making his decisions carefully. The places that people could see were the most important. There could be no doubt you belonged to him.

Next to your throat was looking too unmarked for his liking. This was also for the good of everyone around you, though he really didn't give a shit if anyone added to the already existing body count. Kunikuzushi was going to be more damned than he already felt if anyone got in his way.

It would be a cold day in hell before anyone could even think of taking you away from him. However, you of course would never know that "disappearances" were because of him. People thought he was a monster already. So what if they suspected him of something that was true.

He wouldn't lie to you if you flat out asked him if it was true. He knew your loyalty to him was so deeply rooted that you wouldn't leave him.

It was time to get back to work, and spiral you further into the grips of pleasure. Pleasure that only he could provide for you.

"You are mine," He plunged his fingers back into your messy pussy, groaning from how instantly your juices soaked onto his wrist. "You are all mine," His mouth found the desired spot next to your throat.

Your throat was the golden area for him to mark. Anyone with half a brain could recognize it is the most dominant, intimate place to mark.

Your whole body twitched with pleasure, sensory deprivation making you feel twice as sensitive. Kunikuzushi rutted his aching cock against your thigh. How precious you look rocking your hips up into his fingers, straining at the rope around your wrist as you tilted your head to the side to give him better access to your throat.

"Kuni! Kuni, I'm going to cum!" You managed to moan between broken cries and whimpers of pleasure. Your eyes squeezed tight shut behind the blindfold. "Please don't stop!" Your walls squeezed tight around his fingers, your orgasm threatening to break apart in dizzying proportions.

Kunikuzushi laughed shakily hearing your cries of pure ecstasy. The ball joint on his thumb allowed him to circle your clit with it while he fingered you. He growled against your throat.

The blindfold over your eyes concealed the twisted, devoted smirk that spread across his face. Why not push you further to your limits? "Beg for it," He simply said, adding a third finger.

[luminique]

is clingy Lighter one of your thoughts? Bc god- imagine him being the little spoon, all curled up and nuzzling in your neck akdhxvedidbwysvsfs-

pepper his face with kisses and cuddle him omfg-❤️✨😭🛐

(Currently saving up to pull for him after having extra pulls after getting Burnice)

i mention cuddling with lighter quite often but in terms of clingy, i definitely think that he can be in private.

a little self indulgent here but i believe lighter to be the kind who’d question you when you’re getting up from the cuddles. whether it’s to make breakfast, get dressed, go run an errand or just use the restroom, he would hold you a little tighter to try and stop you from getting up.

all you can do is just accept your fate. it’s like when a cat lays on top of you and now you can’t move until it gets off. i mean, you wouldn’t say no to him, right? he’s breathing in your scent and feeling your skin against his, he makes it seem like it’s the first time you both have cuddled each other. if both of you end up falling asleep cuddling, you will both definitely end up waking up cuddling.

when it comes to kisses, he loves every kind as long as it’s from you. long and messy kisses, short and sweet kisses, he will always ask for more. kisses and cuddling is like the perfect duo to him, he believes that nothing could be better than that.