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A Horror Mario x reader idea:Love Confession
Plot:Horror Mario somehow falls in love with the reader after pulling them into his game. First they get to know a bit about each other, giving him the opportunity to confess his love to you (and ofc the reader would accept it, and then they kiss)
A Surprised Love Confession
(Horror Mario x Reader)
Hey there! Thanks for the ask!
Love the classic love confession. You canât go anything wrong with it. Also just want to say something before anyone reads this. I might not be uploading for a while (probably a week at most). Iâm currently travelling for my birthday which is coming up soon. So I would prefer to spend most of my time with things like friends and family. Sorry for those who put in their request Iâll still try to do them when I have the free time. I also might leave inbox open just to warn you it might take a while to do your request if youâre planning on sending it. Anyways besides that, hope you enjoy. ~Blaze/Dawn
Pronouns: Not Mentioned
Warning: â ď¸Kidnapping + Slight Spoilers For The Plot Of Mario Madness Modâ ď¸
Requested: Yes/No
Characters: Horror Mario
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Credits: Art originally by Mario Madness Crew (Edited By Me) + Banner by lillymads0 on Pinterest
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- Honestly Iâm just going to say it your and Horror Marioâs relationship is kind of like enemies to lovers or at least something similar. I mean it does make some sort of sense. You literally got kidnapped by him because you decided to play his game and he thought he could just drag you in. You never thought you or him would fall in love with each other considering the situation you got put in. Some cocky fucker who just wants to get revenge on one person and decides to bring you into this mess.
- For some reason Horror Mario found himself interested in you. Like sure he kind of hated that you acted like what you did around him, totally forgetting the fact that heâs the reason you're like this. But at the same time he really likes it. Most people would be scared of him but you werenât. He likes a challenge. So even though you were kind of resistant. He decided to see how close he could get towards you because why not. Not like you have a choice as far as you could tell it was just you and him.
- So thatâs when it all started. He tried his hardest to get you to be closer towards him. Honestly Iâd like to think heâs kind of desperate to at least be friends with you. Not in an outright âI need to be friends with youâ heâs not that desperate but at the same time heâs been alone for how many years thanks to daddy dearest. You can probably imagine how lonely it would get. He found himself chatting a lot with you again not really having much of an option. You found yourself listening to them mostly out of obligation but actually finding interest in the things he tells you.
- Not going to lie, you actually felt bad for him. Especially when he eventually told you how he got into this whole mess. Obviously it doesnât really excuse what he did to you but you decided to give him a chance. Everytime the two of you were just hanging out he would tell you all the things he did both before and after he got trapped in the cartridge. You couldnât help but get more dragged into his stories. Oddly enough his voice is kind of soothing in a way. The way he was just casually talking like he had the uttermost trust in you. In return you decided to tell him things about yourself. Horror Mario found himself smiling every time he heard you tell little things about yourself. Like what you liked, what you didnât like etc.
- He couldnât help but notice himself growing more attracted to you. He found himself unable to stop thinking about you. Even when he isnât around you. He doesnât even realize how much he thinks about you until he has a realization that he is before trying to distract himself to not think about you. But it doesnât work. It has never worked. In fact the more he hangs around you. The worst he becomes. At this point heâs beginning to catch on that maybe he has a crush on you.
- At first he tried his absolute hardest to deny his love for you. Admittedly it was a little bit out of stubbornness. For starters heâs kind of stubborn even though he can say that he enjoys being around you he has some trouble saying he loves you. Honestly he doesnât want to bother both you and himself with these emotions. Was he a little doubtful that you felt the same? A little. Deep down. So in response to that he starts acting slightly differently than what he usually does around you.
- Iâd like to think it would be kind of obvious when he has a crush on you or not. As I said in my previous point he kind of starts to act differently around you. To him, if he stops being around you as much or tells you things and vice versa this whole lovey dovey thing heâs feeling would go away. But it only makes his feelings more obvious. You could tell something was wrong. He was being a little too quiet around you. Trying to avoid you the best he could even though there was practically unlimited space. He does feel a bit bad about what heâs doing. However, this was the first thing he came to make his feelings for you go away.
- Despite his change in behaviour you wanted to get to the bottom of this so one day before he had a chance to get away you managed to grab onto him and convince him to talk with you which admittedly made him nervous but he didnât let you know:
+ âIs everything going alright with you, Horror Mario?â You asked unintentionally, having an accusatory tone but still showing concern. âOf course everything is alright, what do you take me for [Name]â he said trying to sound teasing while also trying to convince you nothing was wrong but you couldnât be convinced that easily. You knew him well enough to know if something was at least bothering him and you can easily tell here âare you sure about that? You're acting differentlyâ you replied back which made Horror Mario raise an eyebrow. âAm I? How so?â He said trying to keep a smile on his face but it was clear that what you said affected him in some sort of way âyouâve been avoiding me like Iâm the damn plague. Did I do anything to upset you?â âNo you havenât. You know nothing that you do can upset meâ he said trying to assure you âthen did something else happen? Whatâs bothering you? You can tell me you know?â You said offering him the assurance in return. Admittedly this kind of put him on the spot. He sighed to himself and said âyou promise you wonât judgeâ to which you shook your head no wondering what he had to say.
+ Thatâs when he said âI think I love you [Name]â. Hearing those come out of his mouth you could t help but stare in surprise âyou what?â You questioned wanting to know if you heard him correctly âwellâŚnot I think, I am in love with you.â Yeah you definitely heard him correctly. Again just like in my first point you never expected him to love you. Friends sure but lovers? Now that you remember you could tell he genuinely started enjoying being around you shouldâve taken that as some sort of sign but you guess you didnât. But now that he has you actually felt happy in a way that he has. âYou do?â You asked to which he let out a slight chuckle out of embarrassment âyeah I guess I do.â He said before adding on âhonestly Iâm not sure how you feel about it but Iâd figure you should have the decency of at least knowingâŚdo you?â He asked surprisingly, actually nervous but he tried his best to keep cool. He didnât know if you would say yes or not. If you did then obviously it was great but if you didnât then it wouldâve made this very awkward considering your situation. Then as he began to question your answer you decided to give him a quick kiss on the lips causing him to freeze in place âdoes that answer your question?â You teasingly causing a slightly blush to form on his cheeks as he looks away ââŚguess it doesâ he said before bring you into a hug causing a smile on yours with a slight one on his âdo it againâ he said and with no hesitation you gave him another kiss as the two just stood there in each others arms while enjoying the fact that the two of you are officially dating.
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Iâm in control
Cooper Adams x fem reader
Working at an arena definitely had its benefits. Getting free concert tickets and discounts for family members. Your employers prepare you for the arrival of the famous serial killer the Butcher but you have no idea how close he actually is.
Warnings! Light thigh riding! Fingering! Finger sucking! Age gap! Reader is mid twenties and heâs in his mid forties! Requested by anon! W.C 1.3k
Yall I saw this movie and Iâm obsessed with him. Sorry not sorry. Be gentle this is my first fic with him and I think maybe the first one with this character.
âDonât forget I wonât be able to take you home until everyone is gone and everything is cleaned up!â You call after your younger sister. Her recent graduation of high school rewarded her a up close and personal experience at this concert. She waves off your reminder as you roll your eyes and stand around the VIP area.
You didnât mention to her that today was supposed to be the arrest of the serial killer The Butcher. It gave you shivers to hear about his crimes during your staff meetings. Preparation for any sort of confrontation brought tension to your shoulders all day as you worked. This job supported you in nursing school and gave you access to concerts. It was a win win.
You sighed and watched people walk by. Every male was to be stopped and questioned by the police. It was dull if you were being honest. It was going to be a while before you were able to leave so you decided to kill some time in a private room.
You blinked in surprise when you opened the door to see a man already in there. He was tall, really tall and muscular. Wearing a sweater, yellow jacket and jeans. You had seen him briefly earlier with a teenage girl, assuming it was his daughter. He was roughly in his forties you guessed. Handsome. Very handsome. Enough to give you awkward pause before you cleared your throat.
âExcuse me, sir. This is for employees only. Can I help you with something?â You tried to keep your voice steady as he loosened a huff of laughter.
âAh, Iâm sorry I know Iâm not allowed to be back here. But I have to be honest. The police are making me nervous. My daughter she was really looking forward to this concert and Iâm just worried for her safety.â
His tone seemed genuine but there was a darkness in his brown eyes that made you feel alert. You nodded slowly as he took a step forward with a gentle smile. âSoâŚhave they caught him yet?â
Your pulse quickens and you part your lips to answer but the stranger chuckles again.
âDonât tell me you donât know whatâs going on, sugar. I know theyâve given every employee the rundown of the big scary Butcher. And I can tell youâre justâŚaching to tell someone what you know.â When he said the word, âaching.â He glanced down at your legs.
âSir, I-i really donât-â He clicked his tongue, resting both hands on either side of your head, you could smell his cologne from his close proximity as he pressed you against the door.
âNo need for formalities, sweetheart. I just want you to answer one question.â
You were afraid andâŚaroused as he leaned down and whispered in your ear. âHow can I avoid the police?â
Your body trembled when he brushed his lips against the shell of your ear. What the fuck was happening? You gasped as the strangerâs large hand moved down and cupped your waist.
âI-I donât know-you canât avoid them-â You stutter as he shakes his head, nudging his thick thigh in between your legs. His size was massive as he was holding you up.
âI donât think thatâs true. The tension in your body tells me youâre lying. Iâm good at spotting liars, baby.â You whimper as he encourages you to rub your covered cunt on his knee.
âReally, sir I donât know. Iâm not a manager or anything. Iâm just a normal worker and we were told to just be careful and use the code word.â You pleaded as he sets both hands on your hips, guiding them to move harder and higher on his thigh. âNo, no, thereâs nothing normal about you. You know something. Youâre smart and youâre going to tell me.â His voice indicated no room for argument and you were too distracted by the coiling in your stomach to argue.
âYouâd have to be with the singer. She has to-âYou moaned as he finally slipped his hand inside your pants, pushing aside your underwear with a nod. His fingers grazed your clit and you whined as he gave your pussy a smack.
âShe has to what? Use your words, baby doll. I know you can do it.â
All common sense left your brain as he worked in two fingers inside you, curling them deep as you panted and leaned your head back. You had no idea what was happening, who this guy was or why he wanted to know. But you lost yourself and whined.
âShe has to tell them youâre with her. She has her own security so-youâll be clear-oh god.â You squealed as he gripped your chin, continuing to fuck you with his fingers as he forced you to look him in the eye.
âVery good. Iâve hadâŚa long day. And I just canât waste any more time with the fucking police.â He whispered, hovering over your mouth.
Your climax was nearing as he shoved his fingers impossibly deeper, almost painfully but he balanced it by massaging your clit with his thumb. Your eyes watered as he wrapped the hand holding your chin around your throat.
That sent you over the edge as you came all over his fingers. Your entire body heated as you moaned and dug into his shoulders as he fingered you through it.
Slowly, you came down from your high and breathed heavily as he slowly pulled out his hand. The stranger brought his soaked fingers to your mouth, shoving them in as he forced you to suck them clean. Your eyes were wide and teary as you stared at his dark smile.
âThank you so much for your help. Itâs nice to see employees taking their job seriously.â He smoothed his hair back as you shook. He removed his fingers and gently side stepped you.
He opened the door and you inhaled while blinking away any left over shock. âWait! You didnât even tell me your name!â
The man stopped and turned around. Horror chilled your blood as he gave you a wink and started walking away. You knew in that moment exactly who you just helped.
The Butcher.
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Malcolm Gallant x m!reader
Warnings: smut- anal (m!receiving), cockwarming, nipple play, breeding kink?, aftercare
You wake up from the soft rays of sunlight, your dick still nestled deep in Malcolm's ass from last night.
Malcom stirs awake, his arms tightening around you as he slowly wakes up. He blinks his eyes open, looking at you with a sleepy smile.
"Morning..." He murmurs, his voice still hoarse with sleep. "You're still inside me..."
You smirk and tenderly kiss his lips. "Indeed I am."
His face lights up with a mischievous grin. He wiggles his hips, gently milking your morning wood with his inner muscles. "Well then... perhaps we should take advantage of that.." He leans in to kiss you again, more passionately this time.
You moan into the kiss and harshly smack Malcolm's ass that's recovering from being whipped last night. He hisses at the sudden impact, his hips bucking forward. The motion causes his inner muscles to tighten around you, drawing a low moan from both of you. "More..." He breathes, his voice barely a whisper.
You smile and lean back against the headboard. "Ride me" you purr, making no effort.
Malcolm's grin widens, and he pushes himself up, his hands gripping your shoulders. He slowly starts to rise and fall, his hips rolling in a slow, sensuous rhythm. He locks eyes with you, his gaze intense and passionate. "Like this?"
"Just like that" you groan and watch as Malcolm's ass continuously and greedily swallows your cock.
His pace increases slightly, his breath hitching as he rides you. His eyes never leave yours, his expression a mix of pleasure and adoration. "Fuck, I love the way you fill me up..." He gasps, his inner muscles clenching around you.
You smirk and bring one of your hands to your boyfriend's nipples, pinching them roughly and tweaking the buds. He lets out a high-pitched whimper, his back arching as you manipulate his sensitive nipples. His rhythm becomes erratic, his inner muscles fluttering around your cock.
"Ah! Fuck, yes! Don't stop!" He cries out, his face contorting in pleasure.
You then roughly grab Malcolm's throat and start thrusting up into him, chasing your orgasm. His eyes widen as you take control, your thrusts powerful and demanding. He wraps his arms around your neck, holding on tightly as you pound into him. "Yes! Yes! Like that!" He screams, his own orgasm approaching rapidly. "Fill me up! Breed my ass!"
Hot, steaming cum fills Malcolm's hole and you groan. Your boyfriend throws his head back, his own release washing over him as he feels your warm seed filling his ass. He collapses against you, panting and spent. "That's so... warm..." He mumbles, nuzzling into your neck.
You smirk and open the nightstand, pulling out a butt plug. You quickly pull out of Malcolm's ass before inserting the plug, not allowing any of your cum to escape him.
Malcolm's eyes flutter open, and he watches you with a soft smile.
"You're so bossy..." He murmurs, his voice still dreamy with satisfaction. "I love it..."
You just look at Malcolm with amusement and cuddle him. He snuggles up to you, his head resting on your chest. He idly traces patterns on your skin with his fingertips. "Mmm... best way to wake up..." He hums contentedly, a satisfied grin on his face.
Look at that fine ass
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SIN Chapter 8
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Notes: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11
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I watched her body hit the pavement and how it scraped her face.
Was she dead?
I started to shake and backed away. My eyes trailed to her attacker, who made no movements.
âOmarâŚ?â I stumbled back a few steps but managed to keep my balance.
âHoly fuck dude⌠whatâŚ. What have you doneâŚ?â I suppressed a scream.
He only stood there, gently caressing the head of the baseball bat. It was stained with glistening scarlet-coloured blood. Although his demeanour seemed calm, his hands were shaking. I felt the urge to comfort him, but I managed to bury that and let another emotion surface. Fear.
I opened my mouth but stopped when he opened his.
âYou have to go.â Omar's eyes left the bat and made eye contact with me.
âWhat!? Omar, please tell me what's going on-!â
My eyes went back to Vanessa's corps lying face down. How I was keeping my composure was beyond my knowledge.
âHe'll catch you, anyway, he's just giving you a head startâŚâ Omar was just rambling to himself at this point.
I stumbled on my words, trying to find more questions, but nothing came to mind. However, suddenly, the sky turned a deep red. The roads were silent and no birds sang. There was, on the other hand, a loud ticking noise. It echoed just like a grandfather clock and was coming from up above. Yet, when I looked up, nothing was there.
I looked back at Omar, who had bloodshot eyes.
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I didn't waste any more time and booked it for the streets. What the fuck was going on? This must be a dream⌠or a nightmare.
I ran through the streets, stopping to catch my breath only when I was at a safe distance from Omar. The ticking seems to be following me.
My eyes scan every corner and store, hoping I'd find somewhere⌠The Church! Of course, whatever ungodly shit is going on, it wouldn't enter God's home⌠right?
I ran toward the church and didn't hesitate to open the doors. Thankfully, Father Pierre left it unlocked (which was weird on his part). I hastily pushed back all thoughts I had about this place, I had no idea when the clock would run out of time and I didn't want to be out in the open when it did.
I carefully closed the doors behind me. The church was dark without the lit candles. Thankfully, the stained-glass windows were emitting a red hue in certain parts, so I wasn't completely blind.
My eyes spotted the confessional, a big brown box meant to confess your sins. It was perfect to hide in! Hopefully, it could lock from the inside. I approached the confessional, and it smelled⌠oddly nice. As if someone had lit a bunch of scented candles in this area.
I opened it and⌠well⌠why am I still surprised?
Father Pierre's body was squeezed into the cramped confessional. His jaw was dislocated and barely hanging on, and his eyes were bulging out. A Febreze spray bottle was embedded into his left shoulder. The Febreze spray had a small cut in the middle and its liquid was all over the walls. It must have sprayed all over due to the pressure. Whatever remaining liquid was left was dripping down Father Pierre's body.
I quickly closed the confessional⌠out of the question that I was hiding in there.
I looked around, there really weren't many places to hide where it wouldn't be out in the open or obvious. I could hide behind the altar butâŚ
Suddenly, the clock stopped ticking and loud bells rang.
Oh⌠oh noâŚ
I scrambled to the altar and hid behind it. My hand gripped my mouth as I tried to steady my breathing.
The bells soon stopped, and my ears were filled with an eerie silence.
All of a sudden, from far away, I could hear rapid⌠and I mean rapid footsteps. It reminded me of the audio I had listened to way back of SCP-096, minus the screaming.
The footsteps were running and tearing through houses and stores. It wouldn't be long till he reached the church.
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Something tells me I'm not making it out aliveâŚ
My thoughts were ripped away when the two doors were swung open, and I stopped breathing.
Literally.
The footsteps were much quieter and calmer, almost like I had already been found. He approached the confessional and forced it open. Something fell with a thud, which I can only imagine it being Father Pierre's body. He kicked the body away, so he could look into the confessional.
Without moving, I looked at where the confessional would be if the altar wasn't blocking my view. I felt tears well up as I stifled a scream. The way he had kicked the body would make it seem as if he was taunting me. Father Pierre's head was only visible, and his eyes were shot open, looking straight at me.
He started to move around again, and I was too scared to keep looking. I could tell he was getting closer and closer to the altar. Very soon he would find me.
I held my breath when the footsteps stopped in front of the altar. As I tried to calm down, my ears started to pick up the breathing coming from above me. I took a chance and looked up.
My breath hitched as I saw Marcus staring down at me. His bangs weren't covering his eyes anymore and oh godâŚ
They were big and glowing red⌠his pupils were so small they were practically not there. His smile was deranged and stretched over half his face, causing wrinkles. I swear if he didn't have teeth, he would be drooling.
He did NOT look human⌠and I wasn't about to stick around and find out if he was or not.
I stood up and tried to run, however, Marcus swiftly grabbed the back of my hood and swung me back down. Since the altar was positioned a few steps higher, I was sent tumbling down the 3 steps. I landed next to Father Pierre's body, and I subdued the urge to vomit.
Before I could get back up, Marcus sat down on my waist and successfully restricted my movements⌠or maybe it was the undying fear and his piercing gaze that immobilized me.
âMarcusâŚ?â My voice was more of a strangled cry than a whisper.
Was he going to kill me? Leave my body mangled in this godforsaken church?
His face got closer to mine ⌠this is it. I closed my eyes and imagined all the brutal scenarios he would do to me.
However, a rough pair of lips met mine.
He was kissing me�
I didn't dare pull away or open my eyes.
Though, I could feel his hands feel my body. Thankfully, he did not attempt to remove any of my clothes.
He pulled away, still maintaining eye contact, and wiped his mouth.
âWhat's going on, Marcus?â He sat up, but I didn't make any movements, remaining as still as ever.
He let out a chuckle and touched his lips.
âIt's been a while since I kissed you.â He smiled in a not so friendly way.
To my knowledge ⌠we had never kissed.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â I snapped out of my trance and managed to sit up. I scooted backwards until my back hit the confessional.
He cleared his throat before clearing his bangs from his face. Once again revealing his unnerving eyes.
âAre⌠are your eyes realâŚ?â I murmured while he stood up and towered over me.
âI'm all real, babe.â His smile contorted into some kind of Cheshire grin.
Sensing my confusion, he continued.
âAllow me to offer you an explanation for the thousandth time.â
What?
âSometime in the 1700s ⌠I believe I had fallen for a mere peasant.â There was a small silence as he expected me to put things together.
âYou.â He winked.
âHowever, I was a king! No way a king could marry a peasant like yourself. So, I had thought out a plan where we would be lovers in secret, oh it seemed like such a perfect planâŚâ He smiled as if he was recalling old memories.
âSadly, you had contracted smallpox and had died before I could even get a taste of youâŚâ
I narrowed my eyes in disgust.
âSo, I sought out someone to help me, and low and behold, I had found a witch. She had promised me a spell in exchange for protection, cause, you know, we had all those witch trials going on. Anyway, she had performed a spell that would grant me the power of reincarnation. So, naturally, I had brought you back⌠but⌠you weren't so accepting of me⌠at that time, retaliation against a king was punishable by deathâŚ-â
âSo you killed me?â I raised an eyebrow.
âNo, no! I mean, not this time. It was more like a witness situation. Anyway, reincarnation wasn't enough, so I went back to the witch. Now with the ability to manipulate time, I advance time a bit, so I could reincarnate you into a prince! However⌠people weren't so accepting of our⌠relationship. So, they had you burnt, I had escaped in time though, thankfully.â He paused a bit. âI⌠well, that just makes me sound like an asshole, but I swear I escaped for a good cause. I went back to the witch, and this is where it gets frustrating⌠she wasn't so willing to help me. She said that I should let you rest, but we are meant to be! I tried to explain it to her, but she just wouldn't get it!â Marcus groaned in frustration.
âSo, naturally, I had to kill her and steal her books. It took a while, but I managed to master spells and transform myself into a new being.â He sighed but composed himself. âI didn't always look like this but messing with time and power can really change someoneâŚha.â He chuckled.
âNow, with this new power, I could reset everyone and make you forget everything. Like starting a fresh new page. You ⌠ha⌠still weren't accepting, so I had to reset the world a couple of thousand times. Don't worry, though, I was nice enough to include some of your friends!â
âOmar, Judy, and VanessaâŚ?â I whispered.
âYeah, but they weren't so ⌠cooperative. I mean, witnessing such rips in time can take a toll on humans.â Marcus snickered and covered his mouth.
I couldn't believe itâŚ.
âMake no mistake, I have done this all for you, for us.â I couldn't tell if he was insane or actually thinking he was doing the right thing.
âWhat aboutâŚâ My eyes trailed to Father Pierre's body, which was lying next to me.
âOh. Well⌠when there are witches, there's always bound to be a church. If I remember correctly, I think that old witch said something about a saviour⌠or someone supposed to âsaveâ you. As I said, though, it can really take a toll on someone when you witness things you aren't supposed to see.â
Marcus bent down and lightly caressed my cheek. He pressed me against the confessional, and I fought back, thinking the worst. This angered him, since his hands went to my neck, and he slammed my head on the wooden board of the confessional. My vision began to be hazy, and It started to go dark.
The last thing I saw was the statue of Mother Mary looking down on me.
â・â§ËĘ đśđŠ¸đ ÉËâ§ď˝Ąâ
I woke up feeling dazed and groggy. My head hurt, but I didn't feel any bumps on it. The room I was in felt familiar⌠oh yeah⌠this is Marcus's bedroom.
Since I can still remember everything that happened, it means he hasn't âresetâ me yet.
However⌠in case he does⌠I'll need to have something that'll trigger my memory.
Something that could fit in my pocket without going undetected. I felt my pockets and didn't feel my phone⌠so a picture was out of the question.
Maybe⌠a note?
I scanned the room and found his desk.
I scurried quietly towards it. It was riddled with scribbled papers and odd shapes. I'm also pretty sure I saw a pentagram in one of the piles.
I rummaged through them and the drawers. The best I could find or that hadn't had anything scribbled on was a post-it note.
I can't write much, but I'll have to write something significantâŚ
[Reader's choice â You have a maximum of 25 words.]
I finished writing and crumbled the Post-it into my pocket. What are the odds that I'll wake up with the same pants?
Unlikely, but worth a try.
I looked toward the bedroom door, should I try sprinting out?
âŚ
The house was abnormally quiet⌠Is he even home?
As soon as that thought slipped into my mind, two hands gripped my shoulder.
I quickly spun around and came face to face with Marcus⌠how did he come up from behind me?
He looked really on edge, as if he expected something to happen. He was fidgeting with the drawstrings of my hoodie.
I felt really uncomfortable.
âUhm⌠can I go to the bathroomâŚ?â
He didn't say anything, but he did let go of my hoodie, something told me that he wouldn't be letting me go that easily.
I traversed the hall and into the bathroom. I didn't need to go, but I felt like I needed privacy. Was he always behind me? Did he see the note I put in my pocket?
I locked the door and relaxed. My eyes fell to the drawers underneath the sink. Maybe there could be something sharp, preferably scissors, that could help me fight him??
I went through them and the best I could find was a nail clipper.
It should've been obvious that I wouldn't find scissors, I mean, have you seen his hair?
All of a sudden, a light bulb went through my head. I slowly turned towards the window I saw the last time I was here. (Chapter 5)
I got closer to the window.
Was I really going to do it?
I reached for its handle.
Am I really going to risk it?
It's unlocked.
Is it worth it?
I swung the window open, ignoring the blaring alarm, and jumped out. I landed on the grass but felt a crack behind me. If my foot wasn't broken, it was definitely sprained.
However, the adrenaline ignored the pain and allowed me to continue running⌠well, the best I could.
I limped into the forest, it was sombre and I couldn't see anything.
âGOD FUCKâŚâ I screamed as something metal clamped down on my still-operational foot.
A bear trap.
The thing is, there aren't any bears around these partsâŚ
I crawled my way deeper into the forest. My whimpers and sobs followed me.
Suddenly, I heard leaves crunching behind me and a cold hand grabbed my hair.
I choked out a sob as I looked at Marcus.
His red eyes burned through mine.
âI had thought this time would be different.â He said point-blank.
I couldn't manage anything out.
He put my head back onto the wet grass. He reached for his bat and held it over his head.
âNow stay still.â He said before bringing it down.
And then suddenlyâŚ
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Son of Godfield: The Curse of Mondays Book Cover
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After killing a Sonic.exe Entity and defeating the infamous Devil Mario after failing to collect the Power Star and got arrested from a failed assassination/revenge attempt, Y/n L/n aka The Son of Godfield has now caught the attention of both EXE Entities from both the Mario and Sonic Universes.
They planned to either try to kill the Demi-Cat-God for either avenging the fallen EXE Entities or make peace with the Son of Godfield and be friends with him instead.
Not to mention that a certain Entity that resides in the Infamous Virtual Boy that has some plans for the Demi-Cat-God as well as a couple of EXE Entities from both worlds when he attempts to capture them for unknown reasons.
Looks like the Son of Godfield is going to show these EXE Entities from both the Mario and Sonic Universes how it feels to hate Mondays as much as he and his godfather, Godfield do.
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SARCASTIC FRINGEHEAD THEMED PRESSURE OC!
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Please check out our lovely author Ghost's Hongjoong slasher smut written for Halloween and Kinktober! đŞ
Happy Halloween - Stay Safe đ
You're Mine
Pairing: Ghostface!Hongjoong x Female Reader, Brief Seonghwa x Reader, Brief San x Reader.
Summary: Hongjoong was in love with you and heâd kill to have a chance with you.Â
WC: 2.4K
AU: Non-Idol! Hongjoong, brief College! AU
Genre: Horror, Smut
Warning(s): Smut! MDNI; use of Knives/knife kink, Mask Kink, Degradation and Praise, Yandere!Hongjoong, name calling, unprotected sex (yes, just as scary, wrap it!), pet names (baby, doll), name calling, swearing, talks of crime scenes/bodies - no graphic descriptions
A/N: Happy Halloween, Loves! I couldn't think of a better way to finish the season than with captain himself. Thank you to my beta readers @bunnliix and @potatomountain for helping me out here!
Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society
Tag List: @bethelighthalazia @a---shura @kpop---scenarios @autieofthevalley @rems-writing @skzdust (send me an ask if you'd like to be added!)
Kinktober & Flufftober Masterlist
The wind picked up as you walked through the neighborhood, Halloween was only a few days away and you could definitely tell.Â
The carved pumpkins on everyone's doorsteps, the goofy inflatables and plastic props sticking out of lawns, and the multicolored leaves on the ground that crunch under your feet as you walk down the street. You were on the way to your friend's house as you were bringing supplies for a party that was meant to happen at his apartment over the weekend.Â
Knocking on his door, you didnât get a response, you opted to shoot him a text.
âHey loser, you said you were home, where are you?â you sent the message to him not long after the door swings open and heâs drying off his hair.
 âSorry, I had to take a shower - I just got back from the gym and I was uh.. pretty gross,â he admits to you. You roll your eyes and brush past him sitting the bags on his kitchen island.Â
âOf everyone,â you paused looking up at your friend, âWhy did you opt to host the party Joong?â You chuckle as he approaches you. âYou don't really seem like the type to go to parties, plus we need some decorations, Man!âÂ
He laughs as he tosses the towel to the side âI donât go to parties, plus this is just a few people - iâll manage,â he smirks as he leans against the counter.Â
It was Friday night, all of your friends pile into Hongjoongâs apartment, some of the guys had started to to drink and make unholy liquor concoctions as you try to set up the snacks for the night and just as the last attendee comes in Hongjoong walks out of his room pulling a shirt over his head.
âWait, Whereâs Seonghwa?â one of the others perked up.Â
âHeâs usually never late,â you add, looking defeated, you had been hoping to catch him here because in the days leading up to the party the two of you had been exchanging flirtatious glances and witty comments. Maybe youâd even get lucky when no one was looking.Â
âMaybe he got caught up at work or something,â Hongjoong shrugs, not paying too much mind to the situation as he flops down on the couch setting up the movies for the night. âScream marathon anyone?â He looks over at the group of his friends.Â
âI donât really do scary movies, JoongâŚ,â you say softly, before he has the chance to respond, San smiles at you.Â
âYou can cling on to me as you need to, Iâll protect you,â he says confidently with a smirk.Â
Hongjoong could feel his blood boil, who did these guys think they were? You were his and he wasn't going to fight anyone for you, but on the outside he remained expressionless, huffing out a response he turned back to the TV pressing play on the movie. Â
After a few drinks, you settled back into Sanâs touch, his broad shoulders providing a comfortable back board to rest against. Across the room, Hongjoong settles into his spot on the sofa as he steals glances at you and San, his blood presure rising with each passing moment he sighs to himself, âWho gives a fuck about these movies,â he mutters under his breath as he gets up to go pour himself yet another drink.Â
Heâd had an alternative to his party, getting you all to himself. Heâd spent months pinning over you, doing anything he could to get you close to him, so when your sights got set on Seonghwa he felt betrayed, crushed, and even used. Hongjoong knew there was only one solution, after all - Seonghwa was the campus nerd, who would really miss him if that meant Hongjoong had what he wanted, no, needed. You.Â
San excuses himself so he can get some fresh air and attempt to sober up, he makes his way outside. Just as San slips out of the back door Hongjoong follows him.Â
âOh hey man, i did-,â San doesnât get the chance to finish his sentence Hongjoong swings, punching San in his face. âWhat the fuck man?!â he yells out covering his noseÂ
âListen here bastard,â Hongjoong grits out âAnyone who flirts with Y/N⌠they go missingâ Hongjoong locks eyes with the younger man. âWhy do you think Seonghwa isnât here?â He smiles wickedly, âSheâs mine.â
Itâd been about 45 minutes, San nowhere in sight, and now that you think about it - Where did Hongjoong go? Your eyelids were growing heavy so you tried to pay no mind to it until you heard Wooyoung gasp as he reached to pause the movie.Â
âFucking, Seonghwaâs dead?!â He screeches out looking at his phone. You immediately shot up off the couch as silence fell over the friend group as they all focused their attention on him, he tapped on the news article.
âThe victim was found this afternoon near his college dorm, police later identifying him as Park Seong-Hwa, a 26 year old college student, the police have not pinpointed a suspect at this time, all that was left behind at the crime scene was a note saying âDonât blame the movies.â Investigators believe the suspect could be a âcopycatâ killer of the popular character âGhostfaceâ from the Scream franchise, More updates as they are released.â
âI⌠Iâm gonna step outside,â you whisper, you needed a mental breather, this was a lot to take in so you picked up your drink, making your way out to the back yard. Just as you step off to the side of the house you hear rustling, Looking up you first see Sanâs white t shirt, now stained your eyes naturally following the figure leaned over him which caused you to freeze, it was the man youâd just read about - a man dressed as ghostface, holding a knife and you couldnât bring yourself to scream.Â
âWhat's the matter y/n?.. You look like youâve seen a Ghost.â the masked figure lulls back at you.Â
âH-Hongjoong?.. Is that.. No, no no no,â you stammer out backing up from him but before you have the option to run he reaches out, grabbing you by shirt, pulling you to him, you stare back at him - rather the mesh covering his eyes - as your breathing picks up.Â
âDonât you dare scream, understand me?â he tuts at you. All you can seem to do is nod at him.Â
Behind his mask all he can do is smirk âThis is your fault baby, If you hadnât been such a shameless slut, your friends would still be alive wouldnât they?â He laughs spinning you around so your back now faces him as he brings the blood covered kitchen knife up to your throat, causing you to swallow thickly. âY/n.. Youâre gonna get your ass back in that house and pretend like you saw nothing, and maybe if for a change youâre a good girl..,â he coos, âYouâll get to live, yeah?â you nod softly.
You walk back into the house, by this point you realize everyone left, after getting the unsettling news regarding Seonghwa it puts a damper on the evening's festivities. You look around the living room noticing the absence of your friends, you breathe out a sigh of relief, slumping over the back of the couch as tears fall down your face, you are terrified and upset. You couldnât help it, through your sobs you fail to notice the door opening behind you.
âWhat's the matter baby?â He coos at you, causing you to jump.Â
âJoong pleaseâŚThis isnât you.. Is it the stupid fucking movies?â you hiss at him.Â
He smiles wickedly at you, âBaby..,â he walks up to you, holding onto your hips firmly, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. âThose movies didnât create me, they only gave me more creative ideas,â he smirks.Â
You stare back at him, Sanâs blood now dried on his face, now serving as a lingering memory of him. Hongjoong sees this, taking the tip of the knife, gently bringing your attention back to him, careful not to break skin.Â
âEyes on me, baby,â he smirks, âHe doesnt matter anymore, youâre mine - understood?â He can smell the fear as your tear-filled eyes stare back, the words caught in your throat.Â
âO-okay..,â you squeak out.Â
A sadistic smile spreads across his face as he lets you go, causing you to fall back onto the couch. âYou know baby, you look so pretty like thisâŚ,â His knife runs down your clothed body, stopping at the top of your pants.Â
âYou look terrified but youâre probably so fucking wet..,â he chuckles out, and you couldnât lie to yourself, this was a new side of him and you werenât sure what it was but everytime his knife ghosted your skin, you felt yourself clench around nothing.Â
âHongjoong⌠Why.. what did they do..,â you choke out, maintaining eye contact with his masked face.Â
âThey got too close to what was rightfully mine,â He says sternly âand I canât share you baby,â he smirks as one hand grips your waist as the other finds the button to your jeansÂ
âWon't you be mine, Doll?â his face leans closer to yours, âyouâll never have to worry again,â he coos in your ear as you feel the button pop on your pants. âBecause anyone who gets near you.. Iâll make them disappear.â he spits as his hand finds the wet spot on your underwear. âSeems I'm right⌠shameless fucking whoreâŚâ he snarls.Â
Your body seemingly betrays you as you moan out, arching into his touch, âH-Hongjoong, What are you doing?â You look up at the masked man. You get no response and he hurriedly removes your jeans, tossing them to the side.Â
âThis entire time youâve been sitting here, putting on a show for me, when in reality you like this..,â His knife grazes your clothed pussy causing a shiver to run down your spine.Â
âJoongie⌠please,â you squirm under his gaze.Â
âA pussy so pretty I should mark my initials on it.. Let everyone know you belong only to me,â He punctuated as he used his blade to cut through the thin material of your underwear, eliciting a gasp from you as your underwear fell to the side leaving you exposed, his words only fueling your desire more.Â
Hongjoong drops to his knees in front of you removing the now useless fabric as he presses soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, making you squirm. He gives no warning before he latches onto your sensitive nub, causing you to arch into him immediately. He works his tongue expertly as you writhe beneath him, his arms coming up to wrap around your thighs in an attempt to make you stay still.
âJ-Joong - ah fuck - feels so good,â you breathe out as your hand tangles in his hair. He smirks against your dripping cunt.Â
âThatâs it Doll, lose yourself in meâŚ,â he lulls out as he slips two fingers into you as he scissors you open with his fingers, you feel a heat building in your stomach, and he can tell by the way you flutter around his fingers. His tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring you closer and closer and just as that band in your stomach is about to snap you feel him pull his fingers out and release your cunt with a soft pop.
âFu-Fuck, Joong! No!â you whine out at him.Â
âShh⌠Iâd never leave my baby unsatisfiedâŚ,â he chuckles at you, standing back up he pulls you up to eye level with him. âThere you areâŚ,â he coos, resting a hand on your cheek before it moves to find purchase in your hair, his grip tightening to an almost painful level as he uses his grip to pull you with him as he sits down on the couch, dragging you down to straddle his lap.Â
âThis is better, hmm?â His voice sounds almost condescending as he rolls his hips against yours as you whimper. âHongjoongâŚpl-please.âÂ
âOh doll⌠I know you can do better than that.â you can hear the way his voice is coated in pleasure.Â
âPlease, I need you so bad.. I donât know how much longer I can take this,â you plead with the man, as he grabs the mask he left on the table behind you, slipping it on.
He smirks, making quick work of his pants as he pulls out his aching cock, shuddering at the friction. âF-fuck doll, you donât know what youâve done to me.â he huffs out as he thrust into you causing you both to moan out, you sit there allowing both of you to gather yourselves. You start to rock your hips back and forth as small whimpers leave your mouth, driving him insane. He reached back around, grabbing at your hair and yanking it forcing your head back as a low moan escaped you. He looked up at you with hungry eyes, watching the faces you made. âThat's my doll, look at you, making such pretty noises for me - ah- not gonna last like this,â he cries out, his hand sneaks between your bodies, finding your clit, rubbing it in small circles causing you to cry out.Â
âThatâs it doll⌠Iâve got you,â He coos as his thrust picks up speed to match his fingers as that band in your belly starts to form again. âShow me how much you love what I do to you, how much I have done for youâŚ,â he growls at you, causing that band to snap, you cry out his name as you clench around him. At the same time his release coats your velvet walls as he throws his head back, he holds you in place as you both ride out your highs together.Â
As the fog in your brain clears, you look back at the masked man, you reach up, slowly taking it off him. Heâs already staring back at you which causes you to flinch slightly, causing him to smile. He reaches up, moving strands of hair out of your face.Â
âNo one else makes me feel this way,â he says softly, âyou could rip my heart out of my chest and Iâd still adore you,â you stare back at him, the Hongjoong you knew slipping back into your grasp. You reached up to caress his face, smiling softly.
âI wanna hear you say it,â he asks, barely above a whisper.
âIâm yours..,â you respond softly
âYouâre mine.â
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â A LOVE TRIANGLE GONE RIGHT ?! REPORTING FROM THE SET OF THE HIT SHOW JUJUTSU KAISEN ! â
⧠pairing: actors!satoru gojo and suguru geto x actor!reader
⧠summary: rumors swirl about a love triangle between you and your two heart throb co-stars on the set of jujutsu kaisen. except in this case, you and your two co-stars are happily dating. but what happens when you get casted in a movie where they want you to have a PR relationship with your co-star? especially when your boyfriends find out who it isâ
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, a lot of smut, no curses, modern au, jjk is a tv show, actor au, yes the actors and characters have the same names lol, reader is dating both of them, funny interview hijinxs, this is kind a lot of crack, jealous! gojo + geto, sukuna is here lmao, innuendos, oral (f + m), fingering (f! receiving), handjob (m! receiving), semi-exhibitionism, face sitting (f! receiving), multiple positions, multiple orgasms, sex (p in v), double penetration, creampie, multiple rounds, swearing, fanart by @ / _3aem
⧠wc: 17,900
âReporters say the love triangle between the actors Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto and their co-star has become even more shrouded in mystery than the show itself!â an influencer reports on your social media of gchoice that morning, nearly vibrating from assumedly her three espressos, âthe stars of Jujutsu Kaisen, the fantasy horror drama series written by Gege Akutami have been embroiled in dating scandals over the last few weeksââ your phoneâs notifications cut the audio from the video for a moment until you switch it to silent, âafter being spotted leaving Suguru Getoâs loft just two nights ago, she was then seen having a lunch rendezvous with Satoru GojoââÂ
You lock your phone, rubbing your temples, as the device nearly had an aneurysm from your social media notifications â buzzing itself off your dining room table and into an early death. Your agent was going to have a field day with this, and the main event is going to be your murder.Â
âWhat are they saying about us now?â Suguru sighs, as he emerges out of the shower in only a towel wrapped around his waist, steam rolling out of the bathroom, as you offer him a coffee, his fingers brushing yours as he takes a sip, âmy agent is demanding I call himâ and Iâd like to know what weâve done now before he kills me,â he says, though he continues to sip his coffee nonchalantly, unbefuddled by the thought of his death.Â
âOi oi, calm down, shouldnât you be more upset at the reporters than me?â Satoru comes from the bedroom, âNanamin, just take care of it. Tell them weâre just friends if they ask you â do me a favor and pay off the reporter who got a picture of us kissingââ and you nearly snort at the thought of Nanami Kento doing any sort of favor for Satoru.Â
âYou let him kiss you?â Suguru raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips, as your cheeks burn, rolling your eyes.Â
âNot so much âletâ as he just kissed me without a second thought,â you shake your head, drinking your coffee as Satoru continues to bicker with Nanami, âI told him I thought I saw paparazzi butââÂ
âSatoru is do first, ask questions never,â Suguru sighs, but still the smirk remains, as he leans closer to you, his large palm against the back of your chair, âyou never let me kiss you in public,âÂ
And youâre resisting the urge to bite your lip, âYou know better â look at what Satoruâs done nowââÂ
âAnd was it worth it, Princess?â Your mind wanders to the kiss â Satoruâs hand against the nape of your neck, his lips sliding against yours, the faint taste of the strawberry cake he had for dessert lingering on his tongue and now yours, and the sticky heat that settled over your body from the too humid night air and his warmth leeching onto your skin, and the eyes watching his need for you made it all the moreâ
âMaybe,â you mumble, choosing to sip at your drink as Satoru cut off your conversation with his own.Â
âJust deal with it, Nanami, thatâs why I hired you after all, huh?â He earns a swear from Nanami for the claim that he âhiredâ him in any way whatsoever, and then his lips curl. âNo they arenât here with meââ the bespectacled man shouts from the other line, âeh? What do you mean I look and sound like a man who only lies?â And then heâs hanging up, running a hand through his hair, a pout on his lips, âI was supposed to wake up to the two of you, not Nanamiâs tirade,â he groans, as he makes his way over to you, only to wrap his arms around you from behind.Â
âWell, it is your fault, Satoru,â Suguru smirks over the rim of his cup, âsomeone couldnât keep their hands to themselvesââÂ
âJealous, Suguru?â he replies, as he presses a kiss to your neck, âjealous that our princess is much more affectionate with me,âÂ
Suguru cuts you off, âmore like she babies you,â and Satoruâs face sours into a scowl, âif she had stayed at my apartment for the week, this wouldnât haveââÂ
âAnd then they would have seen me coming to your place, and what good would that do?âÂ
âGuysââ you try to speak, but youâre cut off again.Â
Suguru tilts his head with a small grin, âAre you lonely? Why donât you find someonââÂ
âStop, guys,â you couldnât take this bickering this early in the morning, though you had grown used to it, âwe have bigger problems to deal with than your egos,â you sigh, rising from Satoruâs grip even as he pouts, âwe have to be more careful,âÂ
âBut how? Weâve already cut down our appearances together for behind the scenes and even stopped going out for dinner or dates,â Satoru pouts, running a hand through his hair, ânext thing youâll want to break up,âÂ
âThatâs not gonna happen,â you flick Satoru on the forehead, âbut we have to do something, otherwise our agents will have us murdered,âÂ
âAnd Nanami will join them for sport,â Suguru adds, and you snort, finally finishing your drink, before he walks over to you, fingers under your chin, âso whatâs your idea, sweetheart?âÂ
âJust take a break for a few weeks until the public finds something else to fixate on,â you sigh, âwhile the episodes air, all weâre going to get is more attention,âÂ
âWe could just take a trip,â Satoru offers, âI own a private islandââÂ
âOf course you do,â Suguru says, and Satoru only chuckles.Â
âBeing envious doesnât become you, Suguru,â the snow haired actor clicks his tongue at him, before heâs pulling you into his arms, âwe could go for a few days, get away from all the noise,âÂ
âItâs a good idea, but youâre forgetting one thing, Satoru,â Suguru tilts his head, âwonât they notice if we all go on vacation at the same time?âÂ
âPlus we have interviews to do in the coming week,â you remind Satoru, and heâs sighing, burying his face in the crook of your neck, âbut maybe we can go after?âÂ
âUnless you get that role,â Satoru mumbles against your skin, pressing sweet kisses to the nape of your neck, âhave you heard anything yet?âÂ
You shake your head, a sigh stuck in your throat, âItâs a long shot. This is such a big role and itâs for the lead,â and Suguru is finding his way to you, warm fingers cupping your cheek.Â
âThey would be lucky to have you â do you know how many people say you were their favorite character? They were ready to fight me and Satoru for you,â he adds with a chuckle, lips ghosting over the swell of your cheek, âI think they would beat us with sheer numbers,âÂ
âNah, Iâd win,â Satoru says, and you snort, rolling your eyes, âbut heâs right princess, how crazy would they have to be not to cast you?âÂ
âThereâs so many other talented people up for the roleââÂ
âThereâs always going to be someone else,â Suguru cuts you off gently, as his fingers find yours, lacing with yours so perfectly you wondered if itâs what they were made for, âbut that doesnât mean youâre any less valuable or incredible,âÂ
âAnd youâre already far more talented than you give yourself credit for,â Satoru adds, âbut when do you get the role, inevitably,â Suguru smirks at him, âwhen would shooting begin?âÂ
âProbably just after our press wraps for season two,â you lean into their touch, âthey still havenât casted the two leads, but apparently both are down to the final audition,â and youâre pressing nosing Satoruâs cheek, before pressing a chaste kiss to Suguruâs nose, âand thatâs why weâll have to cool it for the next few weeks, ok?âÂ
But you donât â or rather they donât.Â
âWho is Satoru GojoâsâŚâ Satoru rips off the tape off the cardboard printout of Googled questions, âfavorite actor to work with?âÂ
âWe all know the answer to that,â Suguru replies with a sigh, his eyes sliding to you, and you roll your own.Â
âLook whoâs talking â these two are obsessed with each other,â and Satoru has a shit eating grin, sitting back and watching the two of you argue, âthe two of you are soulmates â and Iâm not talking about your characters,â
âDonât go there,â Suguru scoffs, and you tilt your head, lips curling, as your gaze meets his.Â
âAre you begging?â and you canât help the way your tone bites back, falling far over the line of playful teasing and into blatant flirting, and you can only hope the camera plays off the dark glint in Suguruâs gaze as he smirks as teasing rather than what you know it is â lustful.Â
âYouâre both wrong anyway,â Satoru cuts in, âobviously my favorite actor to work with is Megumi!âÂ
And you and Suguru both snort, words falling from your lips in unison, âPoor Megumi,âÂ
âEhhh? What do you mean by that?â And Satoru smacks you both playfully with the piece of cardboard an intern probably painfully put together before tossing it away.Â
âWhat happened to Suguru GetoâŚ.â in Jujutsu Kaisen?â Suguru reads.Â
âDead,â you and Satoru answer in unison, and Suguru raises an eyebrow.Â
âYou both are a walking spoiler,â and you gape at Suguru.Â
âThey asked, and heâs the spoiler warning â he read ahead and told me that his characterââ and Suguru covers your mouth, looking the camera dead in the eye.Â
âYouâre welcomeâow!â And he pulls his hand away, âdid you just bite me?âÂ
âYou werenât complaining last night,â Satoru says, earning a whack to the face with the cardboard printout from Suguru, âwhen you tried to steal her snacksââÂ
And you werenât really helping either.Â
âDo you think of yourself as a heartthrob?*â You ask Satoru, hooked up to a lie detector, the polygraph examiner studying the results closely, as Suguru didnât bother biting back his smile.Â
âWell, I wouldnât say Iâm notââÂ
âItâs a yes or no question, Satoru,â you cut him off as he sighs dramatically, running a hand through his snowy locks.Â
âThen Iâll have to say yes,â and heâs winking at the camera, and youâre snorting, looking at the lie detector reader.Â
âItâs the truth,â he says simply and the examiner nods, and you scoff, as Satoru only pouts at you.Â
âHave you ever,â Suguru lets a chuckle escape his lips, âlook at fan accounts for yourself? I can answer this one, yes he does, Iâve watched him do itââÂ
Satoru scoffs, doubling down, âcan you blame me? My fans do such wonderful editsââÂ
âAnd inflate your ego to a catastrophic sizeââ and Satoru is reaching across the table to cover your mouth.Â
âBe careful she bites,â Suguru warns, leaning back in his chair, as you grin against Satoruâs hand, and he shrugs, lips curling.Â
âDonât worry, I like it,âÂ
The examiner nods, âthatâs the truth.âÂ
âWeâll start out tame,â you say, as you look at the list of thirst tweets in front of you and choosing one of the moreâŚhinged ones, âSuguru Geto, I would let you kill me like the monkey I am, and Iâd thank you for it,â and you show the tweet, âmonkey emoji covering their face,âÂ
âThatâs a tame one?â Suguru covers half his face with his hand, much like the emoji, âwhat the **** are the wild ones?â And you open your mouth to reply and he cuts you off, âI donât want to know,âÂ
âSweetheart, Iâll read one for you next,â and Satoru scans his list, and he clears his throat, holding out his hand to you, your name on his lips, âthe only way I could die happy ever is if I suffocated when you sat on my face,âÂ
And heat climbs your face at his words, a single chuckle giving way to full laughter, â***, thatâs a lot of pressure to put on meââÂ
âAnd on them,â Satoru adds, and youâre glaring at him only to dissolve into giggles, âI can't blame them. It wouldnât be a bad way to go,âÂ
âItâs my turn,â Suguru scans the list and grimaces, âI donât want to read this,â and then he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs, âIâd let Satoru Gojo **** me, spit in my mouth, and make my daddy issues worse, and Iâd thank him for it, respectfully,âÂ
And youâre doubled over in laughter by the time he gets to the end of his monotone reading, while Satoru only grins at the camera, leaning against the table, as he pulls his sunglasses on only to tilt them down his nose.Â
âIâm available.âÂ
No, this press junket did not help at all.Â
âFuck,â you grumble, propping yourself on your elbow, your knuckles pressed to your lips, âhow are we still trending? Aren't there other things to talk about?âÂ
âStop checking it, itâs only making you crazy,â Suguru sighs, collapsing next to you on the couch, his hand thrown over the top of the couch, before it slips down behind you, warm palm resting on your hip, âthereâs nothing you can do,âÂ
âMy agent said sheâs definitely going to get news on whether I got the part tomorrow â and tomorrow is when the last episode of the season is airing, and whenââÂ
âThe scene with Kenjaku at the end, I know,â Suguru presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, âthink I could pull off stitches?â He drags a finger across his forehead teasingly.Â
âIf youâre asking for a lobotomy, I always wanted to try doing one,â Satoru walks in from the shower, hair still damp, as he squeezes on your other side, âPrincess, you can be my nurse, hm?âÂ
âDid you already have one?â Suguru bites back, and Satoru doesnât reply, burying his face in the crook of your neck, âsheâs still worried about tomorrow,âÂ
âDonât you know thereâs no such thing as bad publicity?â Satoru presses a sweet kiss to your neck.Â
âNot when theyâre speculating if Iâm dating or cheating on one or both of you,â you shake your head, âwhat if the director thinks Iâm a liability?âÂ
âIf the director thinks youâre a liability after seeing your work and meeting you, then heâs clearly blind,âÂ
You flick his sunglasses down, âcan you say that four eyes?âÂ
âDonât you mean six eyes?â Satoru sticks his tongue out at him, and Suguruâs fingers find yours, laced hands against your thigh, âwhatever happens, happens â you know your worth,âÂ
âAnd your worth is far too high for you â only I could afford it,â he wiggled his eyebrows, and you shove Satoru, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you against him, his lips grazing the soft skin behind your ear, âhow much?âÂ
âFor you? A billion dollars,â and his lips find yours in a kiss, lazy but warm, heat from his touch spreading like a flames carried by the wind.Â
âThat all? What a bargain,â Satoru pulls a breath away, his lips curled in a grin, only for Suguruâs fingers to cup your chin and make you turn around.Â
Deep purple irises you grew lost in, his thumb dragging down your kiss bitten lips, âand for our princess?â He hums, lips grazing yours teasingly, âa steal,âÂ
âWell, you both stole my heart so you might as well have the rest,â and Suguruâs lips finally find yours in a real kiss, deep and full, until your mind is filled with nothing but him â and Satoru, whose lips ghost over your shoulder and collarbone and hands slip under your shirt, warm palms against your far too heated skin, âfuckââ youâre sighing, melting agaisnt them, âSugu, Toru,â youâre whining already, drawing smirks to both of their lips.Â
âLet us take care of you, sweetheart,â Satoru whispers, lips finding your earlobe and sucking at the sensitive skin, and Suguru pulls away from your kiss for a moment, a string of spit connecting your lips.Â
âWeâll get your mind off things, Princess,â and his fingers tease the waistband of your shorts, âall night long.âÂ
And they do, they keep their promise â the three of you falling into bed in a jumble of limbs, and you forget until the next morning.Â
And in the morningâyou get the call, âokay, thank you,â you hang up, still between mussed sheets and arms wrapped around your waist, âI got it!âÂ
âHeh, I knew you would,â Satoru mumbles, burying his face in your side, âIâm so proud of you, baby,âÂ
âHm? Proud of her for what?â Suguru murmurs, half asleep, black locks strewn around his head like a halo.Â
âI got the role, Sugu,â you lean down and kiss his nose, and heâs grinning wide, fingers winding into the back of your head to pull into a kiss, âyouâre looking at the leading actor of a movie,âÂ
âYouâre going to be in demand now, Princess,â Suguru says, dragging a thumb down your lips, âwill you still make time for us?âÂ
âOf course, always â youâll visit me on set right?â
âYou sure, sweetheart? Maybe youâll be too busy for us,â Satoru leans up and presses a kiss on your neck.Â
âMaybe for you,â and heâs pouting, and you lean down to kiss his pout away, and then you get an email, âoh itâs the casting sheet for the other roles,â you scan the list, âoh,âÂ
ââOh?ââ Suguru raises an eyebrow.Â
âThe male lead, heâs someone we know,â you sigh, rubbing your temples, âand Iâm already getting a headache,âÂ
Satoru furrows his brow, as the two of them lean over your shoulders to look â Satoru scowling and Suguru glaring at your screen, as they say his name at the same time â as if summoning him from the underworld.Â
âSukuna?âÂ
Ryomen Sukuna was both famous and infamous in the industry â famous for his portrayals of villains and antiheroes alike, ability to make you despise the enemy to the point of near or blatant admiration, and his skill of stepping into each role and taking it as his own. And he lives in infamy for, well, what happens between takes of the camera.Â
âLook any longer and Iâll have you thrown off set, brat,â Sukuna says, without a glance at you, newspaper in hand as if he was pulled from thirty years ago, his phone seemingly laying discarded on a nearby. The P.A.s nearby cower a few feet away, trying to look preoccupied, as their terror has fully set in of this man.Â
Or should you say monster?
âI see the stick up your ass makes you as pleasant as ever,â you mutter, and you donât see that it earns you a smirk from him, his dark gaze takes over you, earning a glare from you, ânow whoâs staring?âÂ
He leans against the arm of his chair, âI was just noticing how lovely the view is without those two pests hanging on your every word,â and youâre rolling your eyes.Â
âJealous?âÂ
âOf your little throuple? No,â he smirks, rising from his chair, hands sliding into his pockets as he brushes by you, âbecause unlike those two,â he pauses, voice dropping to a whisper, âI know how to satisfy a woman on my own,âÂ
And you grit your teeth, holding your tongue â your relationship with Satoru and Suguru was a badly kept secret on the set or Jujutsu Kaisen, but it never was a problem â until now.Â
You follow behind him, heading to the directorâs trailer for your meeting before rehearsals began.Â
âYou want us to what?âÂ
âWe spoke to your agents, and they agreed with us that it would be good publicity for the two of you to pretend to be a couple during the filming and leading up to production,â the director leans back in his seat, âit shouldnât be a problem â the two of you have worked together before right?âÂ
You canât hide your aghast expression in time, not before Sukuna glances at your face and sees the horror, and it puts a rare grin on his lips, âIâm in, whatâs a little more acting?âÂ
Youâre swallowing thickly, eyes flitting over Sukunaâs smug grin so fast you only hoped your gaze was sharp enough to cut, âCan I please speak to you privately?âÂ
And Sukuna gets up from the edge of the table he leaned against, flashing you a wry grin, âsee you out there, sweetheart,â and you wished you could rip out his heart and show him how very sweet you were â but you bite your tongue, waiting for the door to swing shut, âIââÂ
âDo you know part of the reason we choose you over the other actor vying for your role?â The director cuts you off, arms crossed over his chest, and you shut your mouth, shaking your head, âJujutsu Kaisen has done tremendously this season â one of the most viewed shows across the world and do you know part of the reason?â and again you shake your head, âyour P.R. stunts with Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto,âÂ
You knit your brow together â not your talent, your work, or art â but your boyfriends? âYour ability to have chemistry with the both of them have enticed the public and the number of times youâve trended alone this seasonââÂ
Your fingers curl into fists, âWith all due respectââÂ
âIf you do this, the film will be a hit â i see you two already, thereâs chemistryââÂ
You scoff, âmore like a fucking bomb,â you mutter, running your fingers through your hair, âbottom line, do I have a choice?âÂ
âYou do,â he says, arms crossed, âbut so do I,â fuck, you grit your teeth.Â
You emerge from the office, Sukuna waiting right outside, leaning against the wall right beside the doors, âyou fucking make this difficultââÂ
âAnd youâll do what, brat?â his face twists with his frown, as he leans over, lumbering over you, âwhat do you think you could do to me?â And heâs clicking his tongue, the condescension rolling off of it, âdirector told us to play nice, so be nice,â his lips curl, âbut I like you mean too,âÂ
He stalks off and youâre scrubbing a hand down your face. You were so fucking screwed.Â
âYou what?â Satoruâs mouth gaped at you, twisted in pure disgust, while Suguru only stared at you, as expressionless as Satoru was expressive, âand you agreed?âÂ
âShe didnât have a choice, SatoruââÂ
âThatâs because the bastard didnât give her a choice,â Satoruâs face twists again, this time in anger, brow furrowed, but lips in a sharp smile, âso why donât we not give him a choice either?â Satoru is pulling his phone out.Â
âWhat are you doingâdonâtââÂ
âOne call, and Iâll have this guy firing SukunaââÂ
âAnd there goes any actors or directors who will want to work for me if these guys go off, and you know they will,â you shake your head, âIâve run this â itâs either I do the movie or I donât,âÂ
Suguru frowns, hands in his pockets, âWhat do you want to do?âÂ
Your face in your hands, âI donât want to drop the movie because of this, I canâtââÂ
âThen you do it,â Satoru rubs the back of his head, and Suguru tilts his head at him, âand after you become the biggest star out there, Iâll take care of that director and Sukuna,âÂ
You and Suguru both snort, âWell that was verging on heartfelt,â Suguru shakes his head, âbut heâs right, you canât let two bullies kick you off your movie, you earned this role â and when you act circles around everyone else, youâll have carried it too,âÂ
You wrap your arms around both of them, âHowâd I get so lucky?â You murmur, and Satoruâs nose brushes against yours before meeting your lips, while Suguru kisses wet kisses against your neck, âencouragement and threats of violence,â and Satoru only grins, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your lips.Â
âAnytime, sweetheart,â and Suguru rolls his eyes, before his arm slips around your waist.Â
âAnd he really means anytime, last time you talked to Toji, he pouted for two hours,â Satoru glared at Suguru, while you laughed, pulling the snowy haired actor close.Â
âItâs so cute when youâre jealous, Toru,â you kiss his chin, eyes sliding to Suguru, âbut youâre terrifying,âÂ
âWhat are you talking about?â And Satoru chuckles, tilting his head.Â
âYou mentioned me during Toji? You nearly yanked our princess away from him,â and Suguru furrows his brow, lips a thin line, âmaybe we should drop by during rehearsals,âÂ
You scoff, âYeah that sounds like a terrible idea,â and Suguruâs arms are wrapping around you, âSuguââÂ
âIf we canât spend as much time together, then we better make this time count, isnât that right, Satoru?âÂ
âYouâre right,â and Satoruâs hands slide under your baggy t-shirt, âbetter use all the time we have,â and as they lead you to the bedroom, your limbs entangled, you knew you werenât sleeping that night.Â
But you didnât know that would be the last time youâd be sleeping with them at all for the next month.Â
âYou have to cut down the time you spend with anyone else â especially other men,â your agent told you, âthat goes for Gojo and Geto too,âÂ
âWhy is this role controlling everything in my real life too?â you mutter under your breath, âwhy does it matter we wonât get caughtââÂ
âLike all the other times you didnât get caught?â and your words leave you abandoned as no articulate response comes to mind, âitâs for a couple months. You can have them visit on set, you can still see them once a month, but not every day,âÂ
âBut whyââÂ
âOnce a month reduces your chance of being seen with them exponentially over the next few months. Just deal with it. After this, you wonât have to put up with bullshit,â she hangs up, as you stare at your phone screen, squeezing it at the sight of Satoru and Suguruâs good luck texts â and why did it feel like you still always would have to keep putting up with bullshit?Â
âBetter not fucking cry. We have to pretend to fall in love in ten minutes â I would rather not be looking at something ugly this early,â Sukuna cuts into your thoughts, hands in his pockets, as he sips his coffee.Â
Exhibit A.Â
âWeâre not shooting for an hour,â you were on set after getting ready, waiting for the weather to clear up for the shoot, and he gives a gruff chuckle
âNot that shoot.âÂ
âLooks like Sukuna not only has taken over Itadoriâs body, but also the heart of one of Jujutsu Kaisenâs fan favorites,â you groan, earbud slipping out for a moment, just like your life was slipping, âthe actress and co-star were spotted getting cozy off set before shooting had even begun for the day,âÂ
Oh what the fuck.Â
You toss your phone away before falling back in bed, far too empty without Satoru and Suguru, only their pillows to keep you company as you twisted in the sheets. You had passed off your social media to your agent to handle â it was bad enough when you were caught in a love triangle with Satoru and Suguru, but now Sukuna? You can only imagine what people would say about you.Â
And you didnât need to see it to do that.Â
But that wasnât important. It was your day off, you turned over in bed, burying your face against your boyfriends pillows â nothing a nap couldnât fix.Â
Knock. Knock. Knock.Â
Or maybe not. You slide from the arms of sleep reluctantly, already missing the warmth of the covers as the cold air hits your skin. Youâre rubbing your eyes as you check who it is before opening it.Â
âSatoru? What are youââ and his arms are around you in a moment, your breath catching, âToruââÂ
âYou see what theyâre saying online?â His gaze is stoic, lips a thin line.Â
âWe canâtââ and heâs shutting the door before locking it, before heâs had you pressed against the wood, the grain dragging against your skin.Â
âThey said you two make the perfect couple,â he cups your chin, his breath warming your lips, âeven more than me or Suguruââ his hand slides against the swell of your hip, âa walk, a coffee? Was that all?âÂ
Your brow knits together âOf course, you know I would neverââ and his lips ghost over the juncture of your neck and shoulder, nosing at the soft skin of your neck, âToruââ you bite your bottom lip.Â
âI know you wouldnât, sweetheart, I know,â he says softly, âbut I have to make sure he knows that,â his teeth grazes over your soft skin, âknows that youâre mine,â and his teeth digs into your soft flesh, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips, pain melting into pleasure, as your head lolls back against the door.Â
âToru, no I have rehearsals in a week,â you whine, but that just makes him soothe the blooming love bite with his tongue, âToruââÂ
âDo you really want me to stop now, sweetheart?â heâs pulling your mouth open with his thumb, âyour face says you donât,â and his large palm slides down your body and into your shorts, the wet squelch and the brush of his fingers through the drenched fabric, âand your pretty cunt seems to agree,âÂ
âToru,â youâre biting your lip, âfuck, youâre impossible,â and his mouth travels lower, as his other hand slides up under your shirt, squeezing your chest.Â
âYouâre the one who slept without anything under your clothes,â he murmurs in your ear, lips sliding against your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin there, âyouâre so wet already, hear that? Did you touch yourself thinking of us? Want us to fuck you that bad after a week?â his lips ghost over your jaw.Â
âFuck, you talk so much,â youâre pouting, thighs pressing together, but heâs pushing them apart, âwhy are you teasing me so much?âÂ
And he pauses, ocean blues stormy instead of the tranquil skies youâre used to, âSukuna touched you. He got to hold you,â heâs pouting now, âthat privilege is for us, and he got to so easily,âÂ
âI didnât want him to,â and heâs nuzzling your neck.Â
âLet me erase his touch,â and heâs lifting you with the practiced ease he always had.Â
âWhereâs Suguruââ and you yelp as he playfully tosses you on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head with one hand, a grin as he watches you bounce.Â
âHeâll be here later,â and heâs kissing up your body, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts to pull them down, half lidded eyes with deep lust finding yours, âfor now, youâre all mine.âÂ
âI-I canât,â youâre whimpering, your hands clutching at Satoruâs back, fingernails digging crescents into his perfect skin, only hoping he doesnât have a shirtless shoot tomorrow, but you barely can register that with three of his fingers in your pussy, âToru,âÂ
How many times had you orgasmed? Six or seven at least â it was nearly second nature at this point. Satoru knew what spots to touch, where to press, how to move to have you writhing underneath him in a moment. Heâs knuckle deep, spreading your walls as his thumb toys with your clit, drawing another moan from your lips. Your release soaked his fingers and sheets underneath, his fingers surely wrinkled from their time spent inside your walls.Â
And by his smirk against the swell of your breast, he knew it.Â
âYes you can baby, I know you have one more fâme,â and youâre already so close, but you have been â itâs been a repeated coil winding and snapping over and over, and youâre nearly to tears, back arching as he plunges his fingers somehow deeper, âknow this pretty pussy too well, look at the way youâre sucking me in,â your insides flutter around his digits again, the tips dragging against your walls, âpractically begging me to fuck you more, sweetheart,âÂ
âIâll say,â and your eyes barely can flit up to meet Suguruâs wry smile, corners of his lips curled, âI see youâre as impatient as ever, Satoru â started without me,â and heâs tugging his shirt over his head, âbut at least youâve gotten her ready for me,âÂ
âSuguââ and Satoru adds a fourth finger, stuffed full with him, drawing a gasp from your lips.Â
âDonât want you to say Suguruâs name when Iâm the one pleasuring you,â Sstoru clicks his tongue, âwanna hear you moan my name, sweetheart, when I make you cum,âÂ
âYouâll have plenty of chances to moan my name,â you make a whining noise in the back of your throat, pleasure felt as if it had burned out your nerves, but it still was able to overload them, the throbbing in your cunt a telltale sign, âyou gânna cum, pretty? Use your words for me?âÂ
âGânna cumângh, Toru,â you feel that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach, your walls wring his fingers as you cum, hard, your head thrown back against the pillow. And the squelch of your cunt rings in your ears, as he finger fucks you through your orgasm.Â
âFuck, sheâs so pretty everytime she falls apart for us,â Suguru groans, as Satoru leans over to kiss you, âso good for us, Princess,â you only moan in reply, lost in the pleasure that still floods your body, as Satoru pulls his fingers from you.Â
And your eyes catch a glimpse of Satoru licking his fingers clean, one by one, âStill the sweetest thing Iâve ever had,âÂ
âDonât hog her, Satoru,â Suguru is pulling Satoru away, settling between your thighs, âyou both made such a mess,â and you gasp, as his lithe fingers brush against your still too sensitive folds, spreading them only for your juices to slip out, âIâm always stuck cleaning up, but in this case,â he drags the flat of his tongue up your needy cunt, a moan falling from your lips, as your fingers fisted in his black locks, âI donât mind at all.âÂ
But that night wasnât the end of it â no, not by far.Â
It wasnât enough for them to ravish you, now they have to show up on set â their schedules lining up just perfect to see your rehearsals (though you think their schedules had some help from using the words âcontagiousâ and âsicklyâ). However the only thing they were seemingly sick with was jealousy â especially so as you sat with Sukuna, going over lines for the next scene.Â
You rubbed at your neck, feeling lucky that the marks they left had faded, but they still had begged you to show up to the shoot.Â
âWe wonât make you uncomfortable,â Satoru pouted, nuzzling your side, as you snort.Â
âJust like you said you wouldnât leave hickies on me?â You scoff, and suguru buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing sweet kisses along the marks Satoru left.Â
âShe has a point,â Suguru murmurs, but Satoru only pouts, âbut I would like to be on set so that freak doesnât try anything,â and you run your fingers through Satoruâs snowy locks, while leaning into Suguruâs touch, âhe has a reputation of making moves on all his co-stars,âÂ
âSo? Itâs not like Iâll let him,â and Satoruâs gotten you pinned to the bed, your hands trying to break free but you canât.Â
âItâs not a matter of letting him, itâs matter of him trying to do something you donât want,â and your brows knit together, as Satoru presses a soft kiss to your forehead.Â
âThereâll be other peopleââÂ
âOther people who may very well look the other way, for someone like Ryomen Sukuna,â Suguru sighs, words almost whispered against your ear, âyou know thatâs how this business can be,â and it was â it could be. The Jujutsu Kaisen set was a rare exception, but this movie â the directorâs words still ringing in your ears â it was different.Â
âLet us just make sure youâre safe, make sure youâre okay, and then weâll go.âÂ
And thatâs how you ended up with their states boring into the back of your head.Â
âYou bringing a pair of guard dogs with you everywhere now?â Sukuna spares a glance at your boyfriends, who were relegated to stand near your trailer â Satoru stood, arms crossed over his white t-shirt, a black jacket thrown over it, his blue eyes narrowed in frustration, as if his crossed arms were the only things holding him back from throttling Sukuna. While Suguru leaned against your trailer, scrolling on his phone in his dark navy button up, stealing glances at the two of you, his eyes narrowed and lips a thin line, âdonât know if they are ready to rip you apart or me,âÂ
You bite your tongue, wanting to say they had already ripped you apart last night, but you only shook your head, âThey insisted on coming today, I donât know why,âÂ
He grunts in reply, âItâs bad timing on your end, brat,â and your eyes snap to his, and he tilts his head, leaning against his hand, âyou didnât hear? The director wants us to film our big kiss at the end of the movie,â
Your blood runs cold, âSince when?âÂ
âSince you were late to our morning meeting, assuredly because of those two,â he jerks his head in the direction of Satoru and Suguru, before giving them both a wide grin, âthey donât know do they?â Your silence is all the answer Sukuna needs to give a rare laugh, âoh this will be entertaining, brat, and I thought acting with you would be boring.âÂ
Oh, youâre fucking screwed.Â
âCut!â The director called for the billionth time, and you were about ready to wring his neck, and you were not the only one â if looks could kill, Satoru and Suguru would have had the director skewered a million times over by now. Unfortunately for them, looks did not kill, âwe need more passion,âÂ
And youâre biting back a groan, as Sukuna smirks, leaning over to whisper, âdonât look so disappointed, I see the two idiots havenât taught you to kiss,âÂ
âMore like the partner I have doesnât make kissing him appealing,â you bite back, running a hand through your hair as you spoke to the intimacy coordinator again, but your eyes keep sliding over to Satoru and Suguru, âfuck,â how were you supposed to do this with them staring you down?Â
âLetâs try it again,â you both get in place for the shot, the clap of the clapperboard, as Sukunaâs fingers brushed against your cheek again. You stepped into the role, letting yourself be consumed with the passion of your character, channeling what you felt for your own loves.Â
And finally your lips met his â you felt nothing, only the pressure of lips meeting one another, but you tried to show emotion, fingers clutching at his shirt in desperation, the small gasps and sighs parting your lips between kisses, and the way your hand then slid up to rest at the nape of his neck.Â
âI love you, more than anything,â you murmur against his lips, nose brushing against his, âmore than anyone. You canât go. Not without me,âÂ
âWhat choice do I have?â Sukuna mutters back, his arm coiling around your waist, âitâs too dangerous for you to come along,âÂ
âWho said you get to make my decisions for me?â your lips curl, âand who says I canât buy my own ticket to come with you?â And heâs shaking his head, âlisten,â your fingers cup his cheek, âdonât think, just let it happen,â and youâre leaning even closer, breath warming his lips, his breath hitching.Â
âCut!â And youâre trying to pull away, but Sukuna holds you there, leaning forward, making you flinch, only to whisper in your ear.Â
âSorry, just wanted to give them more of a show,â and he lets go, lips curled in a wide grin, âlooks like we have a break now, so have fun, but not too much,â he laughs, as the director beckons him over.Â
You glance at Satoru and Suguru â oh fuck.Â
âSuguâuumphââ Suguru barely let you get a step inside the trailer before he pinned you to the metal door, his hands dragged over your sides.
âHold still, Princess, I have to overwrite every place he touched you,â his fingers trace over your cheeks, lips grazing your jaw, his thumb dragged over your lips, before catching on your tongue, âdid you brush your tongue against his â run it over the seam of his lips before slipping it inside? Flick it over like you do? Did you enjoy kissing him, sweetheart?â
âOf course I didnâtââ and Satoruâs taking the opportunity to kiss you, teeth dragging over your bottom lip.Â
âCourse she didnât, but Iâm sure he did,â Satoruâs fingers traced over your jaw, âenjoyed our sweetsâ even sweeter lips, didnât he?â And Satoru kisses down your jaw, while Suguru is sinking down to his knees, large palms sliding up and hiking up your dress, âshould leave some marks to remind him who you belong to,â his teeth dig into the soft of your flesh.Â
âToru! No, I still have to finish the shoot â the makeup artistsââ you whine, but god, it feels so good, as his tongue flicks against his teeth marks, âfuck,âÂ
âBe careful, someone will hear you, Princess,â Suguru murmurs, soft kisses to your inner thighs, âhear how good youâll feel,â his teeth sink into your thigh, nipping and sucking, âand how good weâre both making you feel,âÂ
âSugu, ah, Iâfuck,â and Satoru is eagerly swallowing your moans with his lips, taking the chance to slip his tongue in, while Suguru noses at the soft of your thigh.Â
âSheâs already dripping, how are you so pretty here, Princess?â And he doesnât give you a chance to reply, not that you could with Satoruâs tongue down your throat, as his lips press a kiss to your messy folds, nose bumping against your puffy clit, âtastes even better,â he moans, sound reverberating against your sensitive cunt.Â
âOh that wonât do at all, weâve barely started,â Satoru tsks all the while tugging your sleeves down to reveal your bare chest underneath the dress barely on your body at this point, crumpled fabric pushed up and down into the middle by them, âno bra, Princess? For us or for the camera?âÂ
âFor you,â you manage between moans, Suguruâs tongue tracing teasing circles around your clit, âalways for youââ the word trails off into a moan, as Suguru meanly sucks on the sensitive nub, ângh, fuckââ your knees are buckling, quaking as if your bones were made of rubber, a gasp pulled from your lips, when Satoruâs lips press a teasing kiss to your already erect nipple, while he toys with the other between his forefinger and thumb, pinching and pulling. And he switches, welcoming the other with a graze of his teeth and the flick of his tongue.Â
The sounds of the lewd squelch of Suguruâs mouth against your dripping cunt filled your ears, volts from his touch reaching every inch of you, âso wet fâme, pretty, you like thinking someone could hear us fucking you?â Suguru mutters, his lips pulling away for a moment, as his long fingers spread your folds for him â every inch of you exposed, âfuck, youâve dripped all over the floor of the trailer, Princess,âÂ
âAll that just from Suguruâs mouth?â Satoru smirks, dragging a finger down your puffy lips, while his other hand gropes at your breast, âimagine how sopping youâll be when we fuck you,âÂ
And youâre whining, as Suguru teases your entrance with a finger, âYou fuckersââ you yelp as Suguru picks you up with ease and tosses you into the nearby bed â a request you had made so you could nap between scenes or during times you werenât needed on set â not that you had gotten to use it, until now.Â
Satoruâs pulling the dress up and over your head, tossing the garment away, both of their gazes dragging over your exposed skin. Satoru flips you onto your stomach, and you hear the creak of the bed behind you and you know Suguru repositioned himself between your thighs.Â
âOn your knees, pretty,â Suguruâs hands are lifting your legs, his fingers already teasing your sopping hole again, and heâs bracing an arm around your thighs, âsuch a good girl,â and his fingertips breach you only to pull away, even as your walls try to beckon him inside.Â
âFuck,â youâre groaning, needy cunt begging for release, you needed it, needed it so bad.Â
âSuch a filthy mouth,â Satoru clicks his tongue, as he undoes the buckle of his belt, tugging his boxers and pants down to free his weeping erection. And god, his cock is so pretty â long and pink, with beads of pearly precum dripping from the slit, lovely veins running up and down his length, âhow âbout I put it to use sweetheart?âÂ
And the tip brushes against your face, smearing against your lips, before you part your lips and let his dick slap against your tongue, before letting it part your pretty lips. The tip of your tongue traces his slit, tasting his pre, as you sucked and licked along his length, until his sweet grunts slipped from his lips. And fuck, you know he would feel so good inside you, long cock reaching the places he always did and that you never could.Â
But it was hard for you to stay focused when Suguru bas two thick fingers buried in your right cunt, dragging against your walls, moaning around Satoruâs length. And it feels almost too good, as if youâd melt between them, burning from their touches. And youâd still always ask for more.Â
Satoruâs fingers dig into your locks, as he moans, âFuck, sâgood for me, baby,â his hips buck against your mouth, his hair sticking to his forehead, sticky with sweat, ânot gonna last much longer, Suguru,âÂ
And Suguru pulled out his fingers, licking them clean, his face still sticky with your cum, as you whine at the absence, âsheâs not either, but I think she needs something more,â and you feel his cockhead drag against your folds, and youâre whining, ânot gonna put it inside baby, too much of a mess, and canât do too much, can we?â And you feel his lips curl in a smirk, âafter all, your boyfriend out there might mind,â heâs pressing your thighs together, beginning to rock forward, sending you deeper onto Satoruâs cock, making him hiss.Â
âFuck, take it, sweetheart,â his fingers tilting your head up slightly to find your eyes glazed over in pleasure, puffy lips with saliva and precum dripping from the corners, and it only makes him want to fuck your throat, âgonna go back on set like this? All messy from your âside pieces?ââÂ
âFuck, she twitched hard when you said that,â Suguru is fucking between your thighs, his hard cock rubbing against your dripping slit again and again, delicious friction sending you closer and closer, âfuck, gânna cum for me sweet girl?âÂ
And youâre moaning around Satoru, and his tip brushes against your throat with one particularly hard thrust from Suguru, and thatâs it.Â
Satoruâs moaning your name, unable to hold back, as he cums in your mouth, his hot load pouring down your throat, dick twitching as it continues to spurt as he rocks his hips into you. Suguru pinches and rubs your clit hard, rocking his leaking cock into you, and you cum, walls fluttering around nothing, as you soak him in your release.Â
The moans of their names on your lips send Suguru tumbling over too, as he pulls back and pumps, before cumming all over your back with his thick seed.Â
Youâre pulling yourself off Satoru, with a wet pop, cum and spit trickling down your lips, as your tongue flicks out to clean it off. And Satoru groans, as he lays down and settles beside you, âdonât make me fuck you right here,âÂ
And Suguru helps you turn on your side, legs still shaking from your orgasm, as he slips up behind you, his softening cock pressed against you, pressing sweet kisses to your sweat soaked skin.Â
âThink anyone heard us?â you mumble, burying your face in the crook of Satoruâs neck, and their chuckles rumble against you, making you shiver.Â
Suguru answers, âNo, if someone did, they would have comeââÂ
Thereâs a harsh knock on the door, followed by the call of your name, âThe directorâs calling you to set,â it was your agentâs voice, âso I suggest all three of you clean up and come out.âÂ
Well, fuck.Â
âHow has shooting the film been so far?âÂ
âItâs been wonderful. Itâs so different from filming a television series, and Iâve loved learning the nuances of film and how itâs made,â you say, sitting in the worlds most uncomfortable chair behind Sukuna, who managed to look interestedly disinterested.Â
âSpeaking of which, you two have worked together before, right?âÂ
âWe have,â Sukuna replies before you have a chance to answer, âthe two of us havenât had many scenes together before, so being able to finally act together isâŚfate,âÂ
You force yourself to give a wry smile, âI forget heâs such a romantic, when he isnât too busy calling me a brat,â the words slip out and youâre instantly regretting your words â fuck, fuck, fuck. You really just said Ryomen Sukuna called you brat â in an interview that will air on TV but also live on the internet.Â
âA brat huh?â The interviewer chuckled awkwardly, âis she a bit of a diva on set?âÂ
âOh and off,â Sukunaâs grin grows all the more wide, leaning against his hand and stealing a glance at you, âbut I know how to tame her,â and you self consciously tug at your high neck sweater, the bites Satoru and Suguru well concealed â and youâd never have him pass it off as his own.Â
Oh, you would kill him. If not for the fact that you had dug your own grave, and he only did you the favor of pushing you in and burying you. No the only funeral was your own.Â
âHow bad?â You ask your agent on the way home, earbuds in your ear as you sit in the back of the car, partition up as the driver makes their way to your home.Â
âHow bad? You mean how great! Weâre getting so much traffic on that interview. People keep talking about you and Sukuna. Youâre trending again,â and that was the last thing you wanted to hear and the first thing she wanted to tell you.Â
Why the fuck did you want to be an actor again?Â
âWhat are they saying about me?âÂ
âThereâs some negative stuff about both of you, but thatâs expected â mostly people surprisingly, uh, like you better with Sukuna than Gojo or GetoââÂ
âWhat? Why?â God, fuck the publicâs want for an older man.Â
âI donât know. You guys have this chemistry in interviews. The way you guys banter it feels so personal and electric I guess?â Her voice almost makes it sounds like she agreed.
âAre you saying that or the fans?â The only thing electric about your conversation with Sukuna was the feeling of rage running through your veins faster than a million volts.Â
âI donât know. Iâm sure itâs mostly fangirls of Gojo and Geto who are relieved they arenât taken,â she adds, your silence seemingly scaring her, âyou should look on the bright side, people are really excited for the movie, and after what happened in your trailerâŚthe directorâs happy too,â you see a text from Satoru and Suguru.Â
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Bangs Baby: when are you coming home?Â
Six Eyed Dork: weâre already making dinner.Â
And you scrub a hand down your face, never having such irritation over the prospect of dinner, âTell that to my makeup artist,â because you know youâll be littered with marks by the end of this.Â
âWeâre adding a sex scene,â and you nearly spit out your drink that morning, sitting at the round table with the director, several staff members, and an extremely unfazed Sukuna.Â
âWhat?â you say, trying hold your tongue, that was only writhing under your hold to say something much, much worse, âthatâs not anywhere in the script or the source material,âÂ
âIt was my suggestion,â Sukuna lifts his hand casually, before pressing his hand to his chin, painted black nails gleaming in the dim light of the early morning, âthe characters felt lacking,âÂ
Then play your role better. Thatâs what you wanted to say. But instead you ask, âhow so?âÂ
And Sukuna glances at the director, who clears his throat, eyes shifting from him to you, âWe thought it would be better to build more intimacy between the characters. Add a certain level ofââÂ
âRaunchiness?â you scoff.Â
âTasteful raunchiness,â Sukuna corrects, doing nothing to suppress his smirk, âif you donât want to, Iâm sure we can make due with the stunt doubleââÂ
Fucker. He could have his pick of any movie â he was a pillar of the industry, but you had to be stuck with him. And stuck with the director following his every, irritating whim.Â
You grit your teeth, âwhen are we shooting it?â And Sukuna grins wider, leaning back in his chair.Â
âAbout thatââÂ
âYouâre going where?â You resisted the urge to rub at your temples, as you pack your things, Satoruâs pout filling the majority of the screen.Â
âYou heard me. Weâre filming in Canada,â with a flight that left the next day, you barely had time to pack, much less talk. Fuck, you donât have a thing for the cold, but you were told that coats and thermals would be provided â or at least they better be, âIâll be gone for a couple weeks,â you say, wondering if the sounds of you packing would be enough to drown out or enough sweaters would somehow soften the blow.Â
âWeeks?â Suguru repeats, taking the phone from Satoru, âsweetheart, you had said filming would be over soon enough â you said a month of filming in Japanâ,â and you sigh, it seems like you had been doing a lot of that lately.Â
The throbbing in your head only got worse â the long shoots and lack of sleep weighing on your body like iron weights around your neck, âI know, love, but the director wanted to add more scenes,â you swallow the lump in your throat, âthereâs one more thing,â and Satoru is pushing into view of the camera as well, a click of Suguruâs as he shoots a glare at him, âthe director decided to addâŚan intimate scene to the film,âÂ
Silence, but Suguru speaks first, âAnd that wasnât in the script before?â And you shake your head.Â
Satoru gives a bitter laugh, âSuch bullshit. They planned it and got you to invest yourself in the movieââ he cuts himself off, âsweetheart, I want to have a word with the director,â
âNo, Toru, it wonât help,â you run your fingers through your hair, trying to keep your tone level, âit just wonât. It will just make me look like I have to rely on my boyfriends for protection,âÂ
âIt still isnât right, what they are doing to you is exploitative,â Suguru cuts in, âadding a sex scene last minute after you already spent weeks filmingââÂ
âYou donât think I know that?â you say quietly, âwhat am I supposed to do? Quit? Let you guys run to the director to protect me? Great, either way, my career would be over,â the words slip out far more cutting than you want, but this has been a knife youâve honed against stones thrown at you, and you were tired of being the one to take the blows.Â
Satoru furrows his brow, âWhat are we supposed to do? Watch you get taken advantage of?â
âNo, but donât talk down to me like I donât understand whatâs happening,â you snap, âthese weeks Iâve had to deal with fucking Sukuna and these shoots, while balancing your feelings too and Iâm tired of it. Iâm just done,â you shake your head, willing your voice not to break, âIâll text you both when I board and land, ok?â
âSweetheartââÂ
âBabyââÂ
âBye,â and you hang up, eyes burning not just from your lack of sleep but now everything else too. You didnât know what to do. You couldnât see them. You couldnât quit the movie. You couldnât fix this. You couldnât do anything â you glanced at your suitcase â except keep going.Â
âYou look like hell,â you donât bother looking at Sukuna when he speaks, and out of all the seats, how did you end up next to him? Either you had the absolute worst luck in the world â or bad luck had a little help from your agents and the director.Â
âYou look like youâd knowâbeen to your kingdom lately?â youâre placing your suitcase away when a flight attendant rushes over to do it for you, and you thank them, before rifling through your bag for your headphones. Noise canceling headphones that were going to be your best friend as long as you were stuck with him.Â
âWhy visit a kingdom when my queen is here?â Your eye twitches, and you only wish that planes worked the same as ships when it came to jurisdiction. And if so, you would have tossed him into the high seas without a second though. You could start over â no extradition on Satoruâs island.Â
You glanced at your phone â no reply to your text about getting on the second flight. And they had both barely responded to your other texts about boarding and landing. Maybe it was your fault. You had blown up at them, and ignored all their calls and texts all day, until they finally stopped (even Satoru had given up sending you selfies of him crying). You switched it into airplane mode and locked it, tucking it away into your bag, before taking your seat and buckling your seatbelt.Â
âTrouble in paradise?â And you scowl, pulling out your headphones, âcâmon you can tell me about your other boyfriends â I know Iâm your favorite,âÂ
âDo you ever shut up?â You put your headphones on, your eyes growing heavy as the plane begins to prepare for take off. You choose a playlist, and start to fall asleep. The only good thing about this flight was you could finally get some sleep.Â
And maybe your life wouldnât be hell when you woke up.Â
âI already got us a private jet,â Satoru walks into Suguruâs place, suitcase in hand, as he tugs his mask off, âwe can be in Canada by tomorrowâwe just need to packââÂ
âWhat are you talking about?â Suguru looks up from his phone, âhave you even thought this through, dumbass? She barely wants us coming over because of paparazzi, you think if someone sees us in Canada with her that they will write it off as a coincidence?âÂ
âIf weâre careful, it wonât come to that,â he sets down his things, âyou heard her, Suguru, she said sheâs done,âÂ
âSheâs just tired and frustrated,â Suguru sighs, tossing his phone aside, âwe havenât exactly made this any easier on her either,âÂ
âI know, which is why we should go make it up to her,â Satoru sighed, âI can tell by her texts that sheâs upset â itâs all periods and short one word responses. Yâknow thatâs bad,â heâs pulling out his phone to show Suguru your texts â and Suguru ignored the several sad selfies Satoru had sent, before handing it back.Â
âAnd we should make her more upset by doing the one thing she told us not to do?â Suguru shakes his head, âweâre better off waiting for her to calm down and come to usââ and Satoru stares at his phone, âwhat is it? Did she text?âÂ
âNo, worse,â he shows Suguru a news article â ARE THINGS HEATING UP ON AND OFF SET? SUKUNA SPOTTED WITH HIS COSTAR GETTING COZY ON PLANES AND IN THE AIRPORT. Â
And below were images of you and him asleep, fingers interlaced on the plane, and a picture of him with his arm around your waist walking through the airport.Â
Suguruâs eyes narrow, âDo you want risk losing her, Suguru?â And he knows itâs a bad idea, he knows it may only make things worse, but â he looks at the pictures of you and Sukuna again â losing you would be far worse.Â
âWhenâs the flight?âÂ
CLICK!Â
You stir at the sound, as you hear it again and again, shifting in your sleep. Fuck, what was that noise? Everythingâs heavy, thoughts swimming through thick syrup as it tries to break to the surface and into consciousness. Another click makes you grasp at your headphones with one hand, the other caught on something, but you feel nothing but your neck and shirt. And finally, your eyes fly open just to find a camera lens in front of your face, and something holding your hand.Â
Or rather someone.Â
âWhat theââÂ
âFinally woke up? How was your coma?â and the photographers are shooed away, as you pull your fingers free only for him to drop your hand, wiping your hand on the seat, âI didnât do anything but hold it,â he shrugs, âprobablyââÂ
You scowl, âmy headphones?â He holds them up, and you gape at him, âthey fell off. Youâre quite the restless sleeper,â and you snatch them back.Â
âThey fell off or you took them off for that photo op,â you snap, glancing at him, âsince when did I give my permission to be photographed while sleeping?âÂ
âWhen you decided to go into this business,â he replies drily, dry as his skin was from holding his hand, âare you that naive? Can anyone keep anything from anyone without paying them off one way or another? Iâm pretty sure thatâs how your little throuple does it,âÂ
And you couldnât deny it â the paparazzi more than ever was a toll or a tool â a toll to pay when you wanted word to stay quiet, and a tool when you wanted things to blow up. And Satoru had been paying them off since the three of you had started this â insisting that his connection gave him discounts, but it was more likely to blow his fatherâs money.Â
âSo what was that photo op about?â The plane is slowly descending now, your ears popping, as you spare a glance outside, and he only scoffs, as if to ask if you were that stupid?Â
âTo announce our arrival.âÂ
âWhy are there so many security guards and people?â you mutter, tugging at your mask, as you hurry through the airport with what felt like a military and police escort of men around you.Â
âTo create a scene, generate interest,â Sukuna seemed uninterested as he strolled along the airport, raising an eyebrow, ânot used to this? The adoring fans,â and you spare a glance at the crowds, taking pictures more than even looking at your actual faces.Â
âThis is adoring?â and then the security guards begin to stumble as the crowd grows a rowdy, as people push through to get through their gates, others try to duck between the security guards to get closer. A security guard knocks against you, nearly sending you tumbling, âwhatââÂ
And a wrist grabs you and pulls you hard, as the security guard tumbles to the ground, another arm around your waist. He steadies you, as you sigh, glancing to find Sukuna.Â
âBe careful,â you blink â wow was he actually a niceâ and then he nearly shoved you away, âdonât need you getting injured and messing up my movie,â he strides off, and you watch dumbstruck, as you watch his back recede until bodyguards check on you and urge you along.Â
You canât believe you thought even for a second that Ryomen Sukuna was nice.Â
And now you had to spend the entirety of tomorrow kissing up to him â literally.Â
Fucking ass.Â
âYou canât seduce me into letting you go,â Sukuna smiled, one hand on your hip and the other resting against the wall, pinning you against the headboard of the bed, âjust because I let you win tonightââÂ
âThen Iâve won the battle,â you reply, fingers toying with a lock of his hair, twirling it around your finger, before dragging a finger down his cheek, âitâs only a matter of time until I win the war,âÂ
He chuckles, hand cupping your chin, âsuch a brat, how did I ever fall for you?â And you only lean close, brushing your lips against his chin, delighting in the way his body shivered, âfuckââÂ
âYou love it,â and heâs gotten you pinned to the bed in a moment with one hand, the other large palm sliding up your body, dragging your shirt along with itâÂ
âCUT!âÂ
You both sigh, glancing at the director as you both untangle yourselves â how many times did that make? Twelve? Fourteen?Â
âI think weâll be dead before he gets it right,â Sukuna mutters under his breath, as a P.A. brings him a towel to dab at his skin.Â
âWeâre calling it for the day,â the director announced, hair askew from the number of times he had pulled at it, âweâll resume tomorrow, first thing,â there was almost an audible groan from the crew as everyone packed up for the day.Â
After all that, youâre making your way to your hotel room when someone stops you, youâre trying to brush past them absentmindedly, but his voice stops you dead in your tracks.Â
âCanât run from us that easy, sweetheart,â and your head snaps up, finding Satoru in front of you, and youâre speechless, no words finding their way to your lips, before the hotel room next to yours opens up.Â
âPrincess, in here, before anyone sees,â and Satoruâs hand tries to find yours, but you ignore it, walking into the room, not speaking until the door clicks behind Satoru.Â
âWhat the fuck are you guys doing here?â and you waver when you see Satoruâs sad gaze and Suguruâs tight frown, and you sigh, evening out your tone, âsorry, I shouldnât have snapped â what are you guys doing here? I told you itâs riskyââÂ
âWe didnât want to leave things the way they were, I couldnât. Not like that,â Satoru shakes his head, âwe needed to see you, baby, I couldnâtââ he breaks off.Â
Suguru speaks in his stead, âWe couldnât fathom that was the last time we spoke,âÂ
Your brows knit together, âWhy would you thinkââ and youâre sighing, scrubbing a hand down your face as your words ring in your own ears, and you know where their minds had went â fuck, âI would never ever break up with you two,â youâre stepping forward, âyouâre idiots, but youâre mine,â and their arms are slipping around you in an instant, âI just got frustrated with everything, it wasnât just you guys â the movie, Sukuna, long shoots, lack of sleep, and not seeing you twoââÂ
âWe should be the ones whoâre sorry,â Satoru mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck, âwe made it all about us and didnât see that you needed us,âÂ
âWeâre never going to make that mistake again, Princess,â Suguru presses a soft kiss to your neck, and you sigh, stress melting under touch with the ease of a lit candle wick melts wax, âweâre sorry for being so selfish,âÂ
âYeah, Suguruâs sorryââ and that earns Satoru a sharp elbow from said actor, âand Iâm sorry too. We didnât mean to add more stress. Youâre already dealing with so much. We should have been there for you, sweetheart,â he finds your lips in a sweet kiss that has you sighing, âwe trust you â itâs justââ
âHim, I know, but I hate him,â you say, and Suguru chuckles, fingers turning your head towards him, pressing his forehead agaisnt yours, âseriously, everything weâve done is just for the movie or for publicity,â Suguru kisses you, teeth teasingly running along his bottom lip.Â
âYou seemed pretty cozy with him in those pictures,â Satoru presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, and you blink.Â
âWhat pictures?â and then it occurs to you, âon the plane? They framed thoseââ and Satoruâs cutting you off with another kiss, âToruââ and Suguru nuzzles the nape of your neck, âSuguââÂ
âJust let us take care of you tonight,â Suguru murmurs, lazy fingers drawing circles on your hips, âbeen too long since weâve seen you, Princess,âÂ
In a moment they have you on your back on the bed, Satoruâs eyes gleaming with need, their hands slipping up your body, âIâm yours,â you murmur, âboth of yours.âÂ
And thatâs all they needed to hear.Â
âToru, Iâm trying to make us breakfast,â you chuckle, half laughing, half exasperated, as he nearly engulfs you in a hug from behind, his face buried in the crook of your neck.Â
âSo? Iâm not in the way,â Satoru mumbles, sighing as he kisses the skin behind your ear, âright, Suguru?âÂ
âYouâre hindering the process, Toru,â youâre trying to flip pancakes for said boyfriend as he traces constellations of kisses against your shoulder and neck, âright Sugu?âÂ
âNow, now, play nice you two,â Suguru replies drily, glancing at the two of you from the couch, âcanât blame us for missing you, sweetheart,âÂ
âYâknow how many months I had to go without being able to cuddle you,â Satoruâs pouting against your skin now, âI have to make up for all that lost time,âÂ
Shooting had finally ended three months ago â after a month and half spent in Canada, you flew back to Japan. Satoru and Suguru had taken up residence in a hotel room next door (under fake names of course) for about a week before flying back because of work. Satoru had tried to convince you to let him fly back and forth, but for the sake of the environment (and your sanity), you sent them both home.Â
And still, they both were acting as if you had been away for several years, not months.Â
âDoes it have to be now?â And Satoru nods, grinning, and you relent, âwell, this is much better than having dinner with Sukuna,âÂ
âThereâs a name we havenât heard in a while,â Suguru raises an eyebrow, as he strolls into the kitchen, hands in his pockets.Â
âThankfully,â Satoru adds, brow wrinkled, âwhat does he want?âÂ
âJust a dinner to celebrate the end of production,â you sigh, as you step past Satoru to grab a plate for the pancakes, âthe movie is going to have its premiere in a few months, so itâs also to plan ahead for that,âÂ
âDid they announce a date yet?â Suguru asks, leaning against the counter on the other side of you, beginning to prepare coffee.Â
âNot yet, but it should be sometime this coming summer,â and youâre flipping pancake after pancake for the three of you, a stack forming, until youâre finally done. You catch the two of them shsring a look, until Satoru asks:Â
âCan you get us tickets to the premiere?âÂ
âOf course Iâm inviting the entire JJK cast,â you smiled, leaning over to press a kiss to Suguruâs cheek, âwhy would you two be any different?â
âAnd what about us two?â Satoru hums, as he shuts off the stove for you, daring less than an inch away from your lips, âDo we get the VIP treatment?â
âUh-huh,â you bite back a laugh.Â
âDoes the VIP package include you?â Suguru murmurs, a smirk against your ear, catching your earlobe between his teeth,Â
âOf course,â you murmur, as Suguruâs arms wrap around your waist, lips brushing against your pulse, âonce weâre away from cameras and phones and press,âÂ
âAll access?â Suguru murmurs, large palms slipping under your shirt, making you shiver from their cool touch, and you roll your eyes, as Satoru presses a kiss to your forehead.Â
âAll access.âÂ
âI donât understand why we had to get ready together,â you grumble, assistants gather around you, one adjusting your gown, another fixing your makeup, and a third trying to tame your hair, âwe could have just been picked up and taken to the venue together,âÂ
The two of you had been ushered into these adjoining hotel rooms bright and early â much too early for you to even be awake, much less have to deal with Sukuna. The only consolation was while you were getting your makeup and clothes on, you didnât have to see him.Â
âSomeone might have seen us,â Sukuna replies, letting the assistant put his watch on, âor your throuple would undoubtedly get in the way,â you shoot a glare at him.Â
âCan you not call us that? They have names,â and Sukuna scoffs, fingers running over his charcoal suit coat to ensure there wasnât even a single crease, the cut of his lapels sharp as knives.Â
âLike I care to remember them, brat,â and you raise an eyebrow.Â
âDo you even know my name?â he bears no reaction, but the corner of his lips twitch, âyou donât even fucââÂ
âAre we all ready?â Your agent enters the hotel room with the director, âwe should start heading to the venue,â and Sukuna brushed past you, and out the door, his entourage following behind him.Â
And you sighed, you were surely ready â ready to put this movie and Sukuna far behind you.Â
But of course he wasnât behind you, so much so that he was beside you. Plastered to your side for the press to eat up, his arm slithered around your waist, as you both made your way down the carpeted premiere.Â
You had been to a premiere for both seasons of Jujutsu Kaisen â but never like this. The camera flashes were blinding, the sounds of the crowd deafening, and the walk down the carpet amongst all these others was disorienting. You were almost grateful for Sukunaâs gruff and short temper, he kept most interviews on the carpet from dragging too long,Â
You finally make your way inside and Sukuna parts from your side a moment without a word, beckoned off by someone or another. And it feels like too much. The day, the long hours, the carpet â all of it bears down on you at once, and you feel as if someone sucked the air from your lungs, using it to fill this hall with the smallest remnants of oxygen.Â
Fuck, you grasped tightly to your clutch, you were going to pass out if you didnât go somewhere, somewhere else with less goddamn people, but where?Â
And you only take a stumbling step forward, before an arm is around your waist again, and a different voice murmurs in the opposite side, âLost without us, sweetheart?â Suguruâs voice steadies you, keeps you from slipping deeper away from them, while Satoruâs touch grounds you.Â
âLetâs get her somewhere private, hm? Does that sound okay, Princess?â And youâre nodding; as the two of them discreetly usher you away, you barely can keep your eyes open, still feeling your breath lodged in your throat, choking on the very thing that was supposed to keep you alive. It doesnât feel okay until youâre sitting on a bed, holding your head.Â
You feel the bed divut in as they both sit on either side of you, and their bodies brush against yours as if to ask for permission; and youâre leaning against their touch, until they engulf you in it.Â
And this was what you needed.Â
You donât think about premieres, ruining your makeup, tripping, cameras, or anything else â just both of them and you.Â
âAre you okay, baby?â Suguru murmurs softly, and youâre nodding, âdid you get overwhelmed?â And you nod again, and he sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, âI really wish you could have come with us,âÂ
âI told ya we should have just taken her with us anyway,â you know Satoruâs face is scrunched up in worry, âthe movieâs out anyway,âÂ
âNot like I didnât agree â I just told you she would never agree,â Suguru muttered, most assuredly rolling his eyes, âplus, we said we wouldnât do that to her again,âÂ
âCan you guys not talk like Iâm not here?â and they instantly refocus on you, as you bury your head in the crook of Suguruâs neck, while Satoru does the same to you, pressing butterfly kisses to your skin, as Suguru carefully carded through your locks. And you just sat like that for a while, until you grew calmer by the second and finally lift your head, âsorry,â
âWhat do you have to be sorry for?â Satoru furrowed his brow, âyou didnât drool all over Suguruâs suit did you?â and you elbow him lightly in the ribs.Â
âDonât worry, I wouldnât mind anyway, Iâm used to you drooling on me one way or another,â and now you glare at Suguru, âyouâre the one apologizing for no real reason,âÂ
âThere is a reason,â you sigh, shaking your head, âwe should be out there enjoying the party, but instead, weâreââÂ
âAll alone, with the two most important people to us?â Satoru tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, âif anything, this was exactly the VIP treatment I was looking for, just us alone, in a room together?â Satoruâs tilting your head if only to press kisses up the side of your neck, nosing your pulse.Â
âHeâs right, princess, we only came here for you â no one else, weâre so proud of you,â Suguru murmurs, his hand finding its way onto your thigh, âand all we want is to see you happy,âÂ
Happy? When had been the last time you had been happy in the last few months? It had been far too long since it had been consistent â but the two people that ran consistently through every up, far too little downs? Satoru and Suguru. It had been so hard â and now it was almost over. Only a few more interviews and public appearances, and you would be done with Sukuna.
But you didnât want to think about Sukuna now â you wanted them. More than ever.Â
Your lips find Suguruâs first, lips sliding against his â a hesitation for a millisecond, before heâs melting into it, his tongue dragging against the seam of your lips, before youâre pulling away, soft pants filling the silence, until a warm hand is turning your head, and Satoru kisses you next, needy and persistent, as he always was, his fingers threaded in your hair, grazing against the nape of your neck. But Suguru doesnât waste time, a hand sneaking up the silt of your dress, dragging against your pantyhose, snapping the skintight, translucent fabric against your skin.Â
You part from Satoru for a moment, a string of spit connecting your lips to his, and you see the lipstick smeared on both their lips â you can only imagine what little you have left is painting more than just your lips at this point.Â
âIf we donât stop right now, donât know if I can, baby,â Satoru murmurs, guiding your palm to his already hard erection, âitâs risky,âÂ
âIt is, someone could catch us,â Suguru is still drawing tempting circles on your upper thigh, his nose brushes against yours as he presses his forehead against yours, âWhat do you want to do?âÂ
And you knew the right thing to do would be to fix your faces and return to the party, act as if this hadnât happened, as the three of you suffer through an evening without each other â until you get home far too late and far too tired to fall asleep beside them. That was the right thing, the sensible thing.Â
But your need for them both was hardly sensible. It wasnât sensible when the three of you had gotten drunk multiple nights after shooting together â Satoru only drinking a shot each time at your and Suguruâs insistence to get far too plastered too quickly. It wasnât sensible when the two asked you who the better kisser was â your character the envy of every fangirl as you got to kiss the two âstrongestâ sorcerers â and then when you cheekily replied you werenât sure, they didnât hesitate to kiss you then and there, one after another â and you realized you never wanted to stop (and the three you never did that night). It wasnât sensible to hook up again a few nights later, heading back to Satoruâs place to hang out, only for the three of you end up in bed together yet again â a habit formed, but that you couldnât quit. And it surely wasnât sensible when the three of you had started to date â it was far from it, in a business like this. But you did it anyway â because it was them.Â
It was always them.Â
You rise to your feet, facing them a moment, before turning your back to them, looking over your shoulder at them, âWell? Youâre going to have to help me get out of this dress because Iâm not letting you two ruin it.âÂ
And they share a look, before their lips curl into grins, as they reply.Â
âYes, maâam.âÂ
âOf course, baby.âÂ
âSuguru noââ and he snaps the fabric of your pantyhose against you making you whimper, âI told you notââÂ
âTo ruin your dress, you said nothing about your pantyhose,â his nails digging crescents into your lovely thighs, âand you should worry more about Satoru,âÂ
Satoruâs lips were nearly glued to your neck, tongue dragging up the side, until he pulled away to scowl at Suguru, âEh? Why me?â
Suguru shrugs, âwho left all those marks all over her neck last time?âÂ
âYou left marks over her thighs,â
âJealous?âÂ
âNo, but I think you are that everyone saw mine, but no one saw yours,â and Suguru scoffs,Â
âMy marks arenât for anyone else but me,â and his fingers tear at the fabric of your pantyhose, as you whine, lips curling as your skin is freed, âand if anyone else was seeing them, well,â his thumb drags across the swell of your far too wet cunt, drawing a pretty gasp from your lips, âIâd have to punish her wouldnât I?â He kisses the skin exposed between the patchwork tears, making you whimper, âmake her cum over and over, until she begs me to stop, show everyone how I fuck her well,âÂ
âNot as well as I do,â Satoru replies, âisnât that right, Princess?âÂ
âIâm not answering that,â you scoff â you knew nothing good came from getting between their fights, except maybe getting between their bodies.Â
âThen maybe weâll have to remind you,â Suguruâs hands drag over your legs again, tugging off the shreds of your pantyhose off, âgive you our dicks over and over until you tell us which oneâs better,âÂ
âSounds good to me, yeah?â Satoru leans down to kiss the valley of your breasts, before his fingers follow, finding the front latch with a grin, âplanned for this sweetheart? And I thought I was the one who wanted this the most,â and he undoes the clasp with practiced ease, your chest exposed to his touch, nipples pebbling under the cool air.Â
âYou still are,â Suguru replies, as he nips at your thigh, eyes flicking down to Satoruâs obvious erection straining against the fabric of his slacks, âready to burst just from looking at her chest, bet you wouldnât last a minute getting her off,âÂ
âOh yeah? Then letâs see who lasts longer,â Satoru undoes and tosses his shirt with ease, his deep blue suit coat long discarded, before he pulls you up into a sitting position while he lies back, and then lifts you with ease onto the middle of his bare chest, âyou in her mouth or me eating her out,âÂ
âToruââ you squealed, as you squirmed, your already embarrassingly wet panties clinging to your dripping cunt, slick against his skin, but he holds your hips steady with large hands, âI canât â Iâll crush youââÂ
âRide my face, baby,â Satoru smiles up at you, that same smile you could never say no to â the one that made your stomach tie itself in knots, âwanna watch you cum all over my face, wanna walk around covered with your slick mââÂ
âFuckââ you cover your face, cheeks burning, âstop,âÂ
âAlready embarrassed? Thatâs not good, Princess,â Suguru clicks his tongue, as gentle but teasing fingers pry your hands off your face, âcanât have that, we barely started,âÂ
âPlease, baby?â Satoru pouts, and you canât resist â a small nod, and his thousand watt smile almost makes it worth it, âtake your seat on your throne, Princess,â you snort, almost.Â
You gingerly shift yourself over him, still hovering as you hesitate. You whimper as he inhaled, a shudder leaving his body, âhow is it possible for you smell so fucking good?â And you hear the distinct sound of him unbuckling his belt and the zipper of his pants, and you knew he was already palming at his length.Â
Yet still, insecurity creeps up your body from his gaze, as he gazes up at your messy folds âAre you sure I wonât suffocateââ and he leans up to drag his tongue up your clothed cunt, nose bumping against your puffy clit, ângh, Toru,â his name comes out far too needy for your taste, knees already beginning to buckle, quivering when he tugs at your drenched panties to snap them against your glistening folds, âfuckââ and heâs pulling the thin fabric aside, his warm breath sending ribbons of heat up your body, nearly shuddering from anticipation alone, and itâs nothing compared to when he pulls you down to seat you fully on his face.Â
âFuck,â your body folds forward, and you barely catch yourself, as Satoruâs needy tongue drags over the length of your dripping cunt, âToru, oh my god â- fuck,â
You barely register the creak of the bed, and the rustle of clothes or the click of the belt, âThatâs the idea after all, princess,â Suguru knelt before you, his pretty cock aching for you and an inch in front of you â he was thicker than Satoru, lovely veins that you wanted nothing more than to trace, and pretty beads of pre-cum dripping from his slit, âare you going to be a good girl andââ he hisses when your lips part to suckle at his tip,tongue flicking over his slit, before you let his cock part your lips again.Â
But Satoru wasnât one to be ignored â his tongue circling your clit faster, as his hands rest on your ass, squeezing, before slapping his hand down against the sensitive flesh, sending you forward onto Suguruâs cock.Â
Suguru grunts, fingers threading into your strands, nails digging into your scalp, âsâfucking good for me, princess. Such a good cockeater,â his fingers cup your chin, forcing your gaze higher, eyes blown out in pleasure, boobs bouncing with the way you rocked against Satoruâs face and Suguruâs shallow thrusts, the heavy weight of his dick on your tongue.Â
And Suguru canât resist â palming at your breasts because youâre so pretty when you whine, as he pinches your erect nipples before rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. You moan around Suguruâs length, your hands grasping at his hips, sloppily sucking him off, as Satoru grinds his face against your cunt.Â
The wet squelch of your pussy rings in your ears, greedily lapping at your juices like a man wanting to drown, diving deeper and deeper to depths unknown. And when his thumbs reach up to part your hole further apart, youâre nearly choking on Suguruâs dick, as Satoruâs tongue slips into your entrance.Â
You whine when he teasingly pulls away, pressing sweet kisses to your clit, âGonna fuck you right, sweetheart â make sure you canât remember anything tonight except the feel of my tongue inside you, that is, until I fuck you open,â and heâs burying you back, moaning at the feeling of your juices slipping off the side of his face, âgotta open wide for you baby â gotta swallow this whole cunt, yeah?âÂ
And you would have moaned if you hadnât had your mouth full of Suguruâs dick, nearly beginning to choke on it when he began to lazily thrust into your mouth, a shiver down his spine as he looks at you drooling around his length, sloppily tracing his veins, a graze of his teeth against the sensitive skin, and a hiss parts his lips, âcareful there,â and he gives a particularly hard thrust, âdonât want me to fuck this throat do you?â and your moan makes a mean smirk curl his lips, âor maybe you do,âÂ
Fuck, you were getting close â and so was Suguru by the way his hips began to buck into your mouth, and Satoru for that matter â the wet sounds of his fisting his cock along with the messy moans against your cunt sending more pleasure up and down your spine. And fuck, his bucking against his hand was making the bed shake â and god, youâd reach behind you and jack him off if you werenât holding onto Suguru for dear life.Â
âThatâs it, sweetheart, swallow my cock, fuck, gânna cum soon,â Suguruâs balls slap against your face as he begins to fuck your mouth in earnest, âToru looks heâs about ready to burst too, gonna clean up our cocks before we fuck you, pretty?âÂ
âFuck, she nearly clamped down on my mouth from that,â Satoru says, thoroughly muffled from your heat pressed tight to his mouth, his tongue then returning to fuck you, as you ride his face to find your release, unable to think about anything else but cumming, âcum on my face, baby,â and when Satoru sucks around your clit, a sharp palm bearing down on your ass again, youâre cumming, grinding and riding out your high on his face, as he welcomes your release with an open mouth. The wet sounds of his slurping and sucking, as your juices roll off both sides of his face and stain the mattress underneath him.
And then youâre eagerly sucking at Suguruâs cock, swallowing around him as he fucks your face, âgânna cum, are you gonna let me cum alone â are you going to help Satoru cum too?â and heâs helping you reach back, leaning back with you so his cock never parts your pretty lips, and right as your fingers brush against Satoruâs cock, squeezing around the base, you hollow out your cheeks, letting Suguruâs tip brush your throat.Â
They both groan your name as they cum, thick spurts of Suguruâs release down your throat, while Satoru cums all over his stomach and your hand. They slowly still their movements, Suguru slowly pulling his cock from your mouth, strings like a spiderweb of cum and your spit connecting your lips to his dick, and Satoru helps you off his face, eyes shut as your legs are still shaking from the way he ate you out still, as they lay you down on the bed.Â
Your eyes flutter open to find Satoru licking his face clean, still glossy with your release and his spit, âFuck, sweetheart, how do you taste so good?â he murmurs almost reverently, a grin on his lips, âIâll have to sit on my face more often,â and youâre rolling your eyes.Â
âI donât know if Iâll be sitting on my throne very often, you weirdo,â you chuckle softly, far too breathlessly, and you turn to Suguru to find him leaning on his elbow, gaze still dark.Â
âWell, you do have two thrones after all,â Suguru leans down to find your lips in a kiss, tasting himself on your lips, a soft moan pulled from your lips, âyouâll have to use the other at one point or another,âÂ
âJealous?â you echo Satoru, and Suguru has you pulled into his lap in a moment, your back pressed flush to his chest, his cock already far too hard, far too quickly, and your head falls back as he drags the tip over your still sensitive folds, âa-ah, Sugu, IââÂ
âThe only thing Iâm jealous about is that the only thing thatâs been in this pretty pussy tonight has been Satoruâs tongue,â and heâs tilting your head down, to watch your cunt rub against his length, a whine leaving your throat that you barely recognize as your own, âthink we should fix that, shouldnât we?âÂ
âRoom for another over there?â Satoru adds, drawing closer, his length in hand, as he lazily pumps it to full mast, and you whimper at the sight of him, âour princess is so needy, she needs two of us to fill her, yeah?âÂ
And Suguru takes the opportunity to spread your folds with his hand, and sink his length into you, your head falling back into his shoulder, as a pornographic moans parts your lips, and Suguru is shushing you all the same, as he works himself into you inch by inch, âDonât want anything to think weâre filming a different kind of movie in here, hm?âÂ
âImagine the headlines then,â Satoru hums, as he teases your clit with his cock, âmovie star found cheating on her co star â one dick just wasnât enough â she needs two,âÂ
âCan they blame her?â Suguruâs finally inside you fully, his stretch far too delicious, shorting out your nerves with the pleasure â and you swear your cunt was making a mold of his cock, complete with every lovely vein, pretty curve, and each inch, âthis pussy deserves the best after all,âÂ
âSâfull,â youâre a mess, walls already fluttering around Suguru, practically begging him to begin moving, while welcoming Satoru in with folds that only craved his cock, âso big,â you whine.Â
âMmhmm, I know, baby,â Satoruâs tilting up your chin, lips curled in a grin, âSuguruâs almost too much for me â how are you going to fit me too?â and you whimper, shaking your head, âyou still want me?â and you nod far too eagerly, and he chuckles, âwell, you heard our princess, Suguru, mind giving me a hand?âÂ
And you furrow your brow, unsure, until you feel Suguruâs hands reach around to your front and spreads your pussy lips wider for Satoru, making your cunt clamp down on him, âfuck, she just got tighter,â but Satoru takes it in stride, gathering some of your juices on his fingers to further lube himself up.Â
âNo matter how much we fuck her like this, sheâs always so tight for us,â Satoruâs pressing his tip to your spread entrance, and you whimper, âmaybe tonight,â his fingers tilt your chin upwards, âweâll finally fuck her to remember our shapes,âÂ
And he guides his cock into you, and Suguru braces your body against his as your back arches, as both of their lengths stretch you open â like they said, no matter how many times they did this, you never quite got used to it.Â
But this pleasure? You were far too used to â they had ruined you for anyone else, because no matter what, no man could please you like either of them, much less both of them.Â
âSâfull, fuck, I-I canâtââ your walls are squeezing them hard, dicks rubbing together, drawing deep groans from both of them.Â
âDonât have to break our dicks off to get us to fuck you all the time, baby,â Satoru mutters, panting, as he lifts your leg, hooking one around his hip, âalready gonna fuck you stupid anytime you want,âÂ
âShit, Iâm not gonna last that long, Satoru,â Suguru says through gritted teeth, pressing heated kisses to your neck, âgonna start moving, sweetheart,â and youâre nodding, as they both begin to fuck you in tandem. Suguru thrusted upwards steadily, forcing you to ride him, allowing his dick to sink into sweeter depths, pleasure ripping up your spine, while Satoru fucked into you at a rough pace, hands gripping your thighs as he did. Both of their movements drove the other deeper into you, reaching depths you didnât think were possible.Â
âF-fuck, Sugu, Toru,â youâre babbling, lost in the thick haze of pleasure, dripping over your skin like hot molasses, slow but burning all the same, as your walls fluttered around both of them, âsâgood, I canâtââ tears burning at your eyes, as your hands brace themselves on Satoruâs shoulders.Â
âThatâs it, such a good girl, been thinking about you spread out on me like this since the moment I saw you,â Suguru grunts, rutting into you faster, âcouldnât wait to rip off this dress to fuck you right â didnât think youâd let us so soon,â and you swear their cocks were kissing your cervix at this point, and surely youâd look down and see a bulge in your stomach from how deep they were.Â
âPretty girl takes us so well, no one compares to you, sweetheart,â Satoru sighs, watching the way his cock sunk into you again and again, âyouâre ours, just ours,âÂ
âIâm close, sâclose, gânnaââ pleasure built like a coil in your stomach, ready to snap, and they were only more than happy to pull you apart, as long as they were the only one to put you back together.Â
And Satoru rubs at your clit, a moan on his lips, âCum for us princess,â and you do, toes curling as you cum hard with their names on your lips, clamping down around both of their cocks. Low moans of your name leave their lips as they fuck you through your orgasm, hips stuttering when they slowed, âgânna cum,âÂ
âWhereââ Suguru chokes out, and youâre leaning into Suguru, while your arms wrap around Satoruâs neck, pulling him close.Â
âInside, please, give me your cum,â And they both moan, slowing until they notch themselves deep as they both cum, thick releases painting your walls, continuing to fuck their cum deeper inside, ângh, fuck,â And Suguru finds your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, as Satoru digs his teeth into your neck, no protest coming to your mind, only just a want for more, more, more.Â
And they slow, creak of the mattress and the pants stilling into silence, as you lean back against Suguru, Satoruâs face buried in the crook of your shoulder as the three of you bask in the afterglow.Â
And finally, Satoru slowly pulls himself from you, groaning as he watches the evidence of the double creampie they gave you drips from inside you, âFuck, sweetheart, we filled you up,âÂ
âA shame to waste it,â Suguru murmurs, as he pulls his softening erection from inside you, âshould we plug her up, make her keep our cum inside her for the rest of the night?â and youâre biting back a moan, but Satoru doesnât miss the way your lower lips twitch.Â
âOh, she likes that,â Satoru grins, cupping your face to find your lips in a languid kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue that teases teasingly over the seam of your lips, âor maybe we should fuck her again and give her more until it drips down her thighs all night, hm?âÂ
And the moment is fraught with tension, as the two of them lean in again to kiss you, before the door bursts open, making all three of you freeze.Â
Fuck (and not in the good way).Â
âOi, what the fuck,â the three of you glance over, as Satoru and Suguru hurriedly covered you up with Suguruâs nearby discarded jacket, âyou fucking idiotsââÂ
âLook whoâs talking,â Satoru scoffs, âfuck off,âÂ
âI would say the same to you, but you already did,â Sukuna shakes his head, âall night youâve been gone, and you canât be bothered to keep track of the time?â and your brow knits together, âitâs nearly time for the fuckingââ
âQuestion and answer, with the press,â the warmth of their embraces erased in a moment by the news, a bucket of ice water spilled over your head, âfuck,â youâre trying to scramble to get up, âfuck, fuck, fuck, I canât out there like thisââÂ
âNo fuck you canât,â Sukuna scoffs, and Suguru glares at him, as he helps you into your dress, while Satoru stands with his jacket as a partition.
âStop talking if youâre not going to help,â and youâre lucky the dress doesnât require six people to get into, and you had chosen something relatively simple, with a fucking string corset you were beginning to regret as Suguru tried to retie it as best he could, âfuck, why was this dress so easy to take off?â But he finally gets it, as you open the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror.Â
âMy makeup, my hair â I can fix it, but not the way it was before,â youâre covering your face, how was your career over before you barely started? âFuck, what do I doââÂ
âItâs simple,â Satoru sighs, âas much as I hate to suggest this, and I probably will go gouge my eyes outââÂ
You sigh, âToruââÂ
âI have an idea,â Satoruâs eyes slide to Sukuna, disgust evident in his face, until he glances back at you, âbut weâll need his help,âÂ
âDonât worry, I donât know your name either,â Satoruâs head snaps back to Sukuna.Â
âYou donât knowââÂ
Sukuna smirks, âWhatâs the plan?âÂ
Satoruâs expression sours, as he scratches the back of his head, âWellâŚâÂ
âYou surprised me, brat,â Sukuna says, as he holds your arm, as the two of you make your way back into the ballroom, and youâre adjusting your dress, still far too self conscious â as if everyone could see what you did â even though that was the plan.Â
âThat I agreed to this?â you murmur.Â
âNo, that you bit me that hard,â he rubbed the mark you left on his neck, as your cheeks burn, âdidnât expect a tiny thing like you to be able to bite that well,âÂ
âWell, I had to make it look real,â you look away, but look back when youâre about to reach the doors of the ballroom, âfuck, everyone is going to look at us, arenât they?âÂ
âLet them enjoy the show,â an arm slides around your waist, âyou know they will.âÂ
~~~
Itâs only been a few weeks since the film premiered, and itâs already far surpassed some of the top grossing films this year. A lot of the buzz generated from the film has been around rumors surrounding the relationship between the two lead co-starsâtheir tumultuous relationship seems to have come to an endâ
And you tune out the video for a moment, scrolling into the comments to see what people are saying:Â
sukunasthirdleg69: damn can i get on him next? đ
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gegesnumber1hater: wonder if she got back with gojo or geto again? đ¤ Iâd like to see that groupchat pop off.Â
gogecutestprincess replied to gegesnumber1hater: no way she lost her chance with gojo and geto đ¤ they deserve betterâŚlike each other
You chuckled, at least the news of you and Sukuna had spread as planned. You had enough of the coverage of the premiere with the zoomed in images of your clothes and the marks on both of your bodies. But finally it was done â but how long would it be until you slipped up with Satoru or Suguru and the rumors would begin again?Â
âWhat are you thinking about so much? Aside from me,â Satoru collapses on the couch beside you, hair still damp from the shower, arm slipping around your waist, as he leans over your shoulder, âwhat are they saying now?âÂ
âJust more rumors â some are wondering if we got back together,âÂ
âHow could they ever think we let you go?â Suguru presses a kiss to the top of your head, before sitting beside you.Â
âI still hate that they think the marks I left are from Sukuna,â Satoru mumbles, as you flip through the comments, burying his face further into the crook of your neck, âhow could they not realize it was my hard work that put those marks there?âÂ
âBecause itâs so distinct,â you snort, and heâs pouting as you press a kiss to his cheek, ânot everyone has your sharp eyes, Toru,âÂ
âAnd yet you saved every picture they got of her,â Suguru smirks, and Satoru glares at him, âbut I did too,âÂ
âWhat are we going to do when they start talking about us again?â Satoru tilts his head at your question.Â
âLet them,â Satoru leans back on the couch, fingers toying with a strand of your hair, âand if you really donât like it, we can pay them off,âÂ
âAnd if I donât want to pay them off?â Both of them furrow their brows, âwhat if I want them to know?â You add, chewing on your lip, âabout us?âÂ
âYou want to?â Suguruâs gaze softens, âbut more than us, it could impact your career,âÂ
âIt already had,â you scoff, when had it not recently? If it was going to be like this, you would at least like to be in control of the narrative, âeveryone is always talking about us, well,â your lips curl into a grin, why donât we give them something to talk about?âÂ
âAnd what would that be?â Satoru hums.Â
You lock your phone screen, âWhen does shooting and press start for season three of jjk?âÂ
~~~~
A few months laterâŚ.
âA successful film, several offers to be in other blockbusters, and now youâre back shooting season three of Jujutsu Kaisen,â the interviewer leans back, shaking her head, as she fans herself with her interview cards, âI think we were lucky to get an interview with you now! Although it isnât in person this time,âÂ
âWell, you canât forget your roots,â and you couldnât â this was the first show that had requested you for an interview all those years ago when season one of Jujutsu Kaisen was airing, even if you had relegate them to a video interview, âit feels like this year has been that in many ways,âÂ
âOh? How is that?â and your lips curl.Â
âLast year with my first feature film and everything else, it felt like starting over â starting from scratch with something so new that I barely recognized myself at some point,â your hands clasped in your lap, âthis year, after the film gained so much traction, and going back to film the show that made my career, it just feels like coming home â especially to the cast,âÂ
âSpeaking of the cast, are you going to see more behind the scenes with Gojo and Geto?â she grins, âso many of your videos with those two went viral â are we going to see more of the three of you messing around?âÂ
And you canât help the smile on your lips, âOh definitely you will be seeing more of that,â youâre tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and the lights glint off a set of two rings on your finger, diamonds glinting as if begging for notice, and you hear a small gasp.Â
âIs thatââ and you freeze a moment, before your smile grows wider, and the interviewer squeals, âAre you married?âÂ
âGuilty,âÂ
The interviewer grins harder than you are â and youâre not quite sure if sheâs more thrilled at the news or of getting this exclusive, âWhoâs the lucky man?âÂ
And you open your mouth, when the camera goes out of focus for a moment, only for it to come back into focus with Satoru and Suguru leaning into the frame of the camera, their arms around your sides. And Satoru lowers his sunglasses with a smirk.Â
âWho said itâs just one?âÂ
⧠a/n: ahh this was super fun to write just because of how much crack it was hahah, i hope you guys enjoyed <3
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đđđđđ đ¨đŤ đđđđđ[đđŤ]!! | t. fushiguro + s. ryĹmen
đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: Next time, look around the area before you say you find a serial killer attractive. Because youâre about to see what mess your words will have you end up in â and your clothes all torn up.
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: serial killers! Toji + Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! - age gap (the reader is in their early 20s) - porn with plot - oral (f! + m! receiving) - threesome - double penetration; anal (first time) & vaginal - restricted movement (hands tied up) - face-sitting - cowgirl dp positions - gun + knife play - choking - spanking - unprotected sex - overstimulation - degradation (brat, broad, slut, whore) - pet names (baby, dollface, good girl, pet, princess) - blackmail/threats - the reader is in an established relationship w/ Nanami - mentions of blood, tears, spit, and drool.
đđ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 6.6k (told you, porn with plot, lol)
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđđŹ: uhhhh happy Friday the 13th, everybody???? blame @ramonathinks for this idea (jk, don't, she's so amazing, ty for pushing me into this, mona bear ⥠and tysm for beta reading; your thoughts mean the world). Haven't done a fic in two months sooooo go easy on me!! Not proofread, so I'll fix stuff l8rrrr
âNo.â
âOh, come on, Y/n! Just answer the question!â
âYouâre so fucking sick, you know that!?â You glare at your friend, who slumps on the booth chair with a heavy sigh.Â
A slight breeze tickles your skin through your comfortable sweatshirts as the leaves on the trees slowly change to autumnal colors, and Halloween decor is already adorning every house and every yard. It was a warm and sunny afternoon on this pleasant Friday. Usually, youâd be cozied up in your apartment enjoying yourself, probably catching up on some horror flicks you missed last year.Â
But alas, that was not the case. Because youâre a college student. As October has finally rolled around, only one thing prevents you from enjoying this beautiful season â midterms. The thought of it is enough to pull you into a pool of dread. Every day has been one whirlwind after another. Yet, on the bright side, all you have now is one last exam to worry about, and youâll finally be able to rest this weekend. So here you are, at the diner with your best friend, Shoko Ieiri, completing your papers while eating off your plates to satiate the stress. For the most part, things were going smoothly.
Until the news anchor on the television at the bar relays an announcementâŚÂ
ââŚOnce again, everyone, please be on the lookout for these two killers on the loose. Three weeks ago, the two recently escaped from their cells, killed three guards, and are still at large. There have been accounts around the state that reported recent sightings of either or both criminals, the recent one being in this county 27 hours ago. So, please, stay safe. The killers are identified to beâŚâ
And Shoko, being the curious person she is, asks you a question that stops your fingers from typing on your laptop: âDo you find those killers hot?âÂ
Thatâs how you two end up where you are now, groaning at the brunetteâs persistence in getting your approval to find two criminals â murderers, even! â attractive.Â
âHey, Y/n, I know you hear me.â Shoko snaps their fingers at you while you try to get the assignment done. âJust answer the question: donât you think those guys are hot.â
âWe didnât come all this way for you to talk about your hybristophilia fantasies.â Facing the Word document, you remind your friend why youâre here in the first place. âJust get back to writing; I wanna finish this and get home.â Thereâs nothing said afterward for a few seconds, thinking she has finally given up.
However, âFirst of all,â your eyes close to conceal them rolling behind the lids. âIâm not into hybristophilia; I just know a hot guy when I see one. Second, look at their mugshots. Like, damn, youâve ever seen anyone so intimidatingly good-looking before? Come on, have a look!â
âYouâre such a weirdo,â the click-clacking of your fingertips tapping your keyboard fills the rest of your answer.Â
Still, she persists. âY/n, look at the phoooone~â
No words, only tapping keys.
âY/n?â
The keys become louder.Â
âPretty, pretty, pleaseeeee~?âÂ
Louder.
âY/n!!â
A fist bangs on the booth table as the other closes the laptop shut, sending another glare to the person across from you who holds the phone up. Youâve had it at this point, so you say with a steady breath, âIf I look at the dumb mugshots and answer your dumb question, will your dumbass leave me alone and finish your work?â The brunette only puts the phone on the table and slides it your way, giving you big doe eyes and whimpers like a hurt puppy. You sigh with your nostrils as you snatch the phone up, your gaze stationed on the images presented.
The image displayed two mugshots: on the left was a man with raven hair and a scar on the left of his lip. Intense, forest-green orbs contrast the black strands that cover his forehead. The mugshot letter board below him is labeled as "Toji Fushiguro." The one on the right is another man with spiky salmon-colored hair pushed upfront with prominent black tattoos decorating his nose, cheeks, and forehead. The board named him as âSukuna RyĹmen.â
You look at the pictures intently, examining the menâs features at your discretion. It didnât occur to you how long you were gawking at the mugshots until you peered from the phone to see Shoko give you the biggest shit-eating grin. Shaking your head, you chew the inside of your cheek before responding.
ââŚ.Well,â you cough. ââŚtheyâre not terrible looking at all. They areâŚ..hot.â
âTold you!â Shoko slams the table with high enthusiasm, earning another sigh from you as she snatches the phone back. âWould you fuck them?â
You almost popped a vein. What the fuckââis wrong with you!?âÂ
âItâs just a question, geez.â She holds her hands up defensively. âOr is that too lewd and raunchy to ask the partner of the trusting, charismatic âGolden Boyâ SGA president, Kento Nanami?â
You choke on your spit before you can say anything, and your cheeks dial in warmth. âS-Shut up! Donât bring my love life into whatever deviant horny thoughts youâre thinking!â
âIâm sorry, Iâm boreeeeeeed. I donât wanna do this paper, ugh.â The brunette whines and bangs their forehead on the table surface; your eyes roll for the fifteenth time in the past three hours. ââŚMaybe I should get some dick after this.â
âFor fuckâs sake, Iâm going to use the restroom.âÂ
You exit the dining booth when they give you a muffled response of anguish, straightening yourself and heading for the back of the diner. As you walked away, you noticed a pair of hooded figures sitting at the booth behind you. Realization kicks in, and you groan internally. Oh, God, they probably heard what we were talking about! But what caught your mind next was that one of them had a black mark on the bridge of their nose. Huh, what an odd tattooâŚ
After using the toilet, you wash your hands at the sink, but your mind is still fixated on that weird tattoo. Who would get such a thing on their face? Wouldnât that hurt? I wonder if thatâs the only tattâ And then It clicked, you quickly turn off the faucet and dry your hands, exit the rest restroom, and run to your booth. Shoko was begrudgingly typing away on their laptop until she saw you return in a hurry.Â
âHey, you okay?â She asks you, but you arenât looking at them. Your face contoured to a confused expression as you stared at the booth behind the one you were sitting in, now empty.Â
âDidâŚ..The two people who sat behind us, did you see them?âÂ
âHmm? No, I didnât. Mustâve left while my head was on the table.â
âUh huhâŚâ you say nothing more as you slowly sit back in front of your laptop. Your mind is now clouded with confusing thoughts, questioning your experience up until now. It could be a coincidence, quite far out at that. Regardless, you couldâve sworn you saw that tattoo on the Sukuna guy that Shoko showed you. It was such an uncommon decor, especially since you just saw it on the face of a criminal. Not to mention, the news anchor earlier stated that those two killers were in this exact countyâŚ
Needless to say, you didnât touch your keyboard for about twenty minutes. Your mind was too wrapped up elsewhere to think clearly about your school assignment, and your body harbored a disturbing chill worse than the soft autumn winds.
âââ ââ
ââ
â âââ
ââŚSo, why are you researching about the loose killers again?â
âHm? Oh,â you stop typing on the laptop to attend to the phone call youâre on. Exiting your bedroom, you walk to the living room. âNo reason, I was just curious. I saw something about them on the news at the diner with Shoko.â
The person on the other side of the line hums. âYou should be careful about stuff like that.â
âYeah, I know, Kenty,â you open the sliding door to your balcony and close it behind you before taking a seat on the cream-colored swing chair.
âIâm very serious, Y/n.â It was none other than Kento Nanami who was speaking with you. The trustworthy âGolden Boyâ of your class year, the circumspect president of the Student Government Association⌠your loving and attentive boyfriend.
"I know you are."
"And those guys aren't just any usual criminals. They're notorious killers who barge into people's homes at night to steal valuable things. Maybe even kill their victims in their sleep if they have the time. So, be very careful, okay? Canât trust these streets at night, especially now with those guys on the run. So, donât go anywhere alone, always have your pepper spray on you, and be sure everything is locked â doors, windows, everything.â
A deep sigh leaves your lips. âYeah, I double-checked all the locks once I got inside.âÂ
No one says a word; the rustling of the trees and the beeping of cars from the traffic at the light substitute this awkward silence. Until Nanami says, ââŚ.You scared?â
You donât answer immediately, your mind flashing back to the bewildering encounter at the diner earlier today. Those two hooded men, one with a black tattoo on his face. It felt too surreal to feel like a coincidence, yet it wasnât too far out of your mind to think as such. The timing was strange, with the news reporter and your conversation with Shoko. The thought of two murderers nonchalantly being in the same space as you rub you off in the worst way imaginable. ââŚKinda, yeah. A bit spooked.â
âYou want me to come up there and spend the night?â
âNo, no! You donât have to do that,â you hurriedly decline his proposal. âI know youâre busy with homework and student government stuff. I wouldnât want you moving around so much; Iâd feel bad.â
You hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone, and your heart swoons at the sound. âDonât feel bad; you could never be a burden to me, especially when your safety is my top priority.â Another skip of the beat; itâll never fail to amaze you how sweet he is with his words.
âThank you, Kenty. But still, I know youâve got a lot on your hands. You donât have to see me right this moment. Besides, isnât Haibara supposedly dragging you to some party at Getoâs?â Nanami is silent for a few seconds before he groans; a smile creeps up on your face at his reaction.
âUnfortunately, yes. I have to leave to pick him up, and then we can goâŚBut I can cancel and come oââ
âAbsolutely not.â Youâre quick to interject. âYouâve been so high and on edge with your exams. This is the first party after midterm week. And I can bet my left toe that Gojo â cause you know heâll be there if Geto is â will be upset you couldnât make it.â
ââŚâŚ.Which one?â
âExcuse me?â
âYou have five toes on your left foot, so which oneââ
âKento.â He chuckles once more for your ears to hear at the use of his real name. âHave fun, okay?â
Nanami hums. âIâll try. Iâll come by your place Sunday. Sounds good?â
âPerfect. Take some pics for me. Love you!â
Your boyfriend bids you farewell before ending the call, already missing his voice. A yawn creeps out from you, a sign that you are indeed fatigued and need rest. Leaving the balcony, you close the door and do a final check at your door. Confirmed that itâs locked and secured, you turn off the living room lights and head back to your bedroom to get some shut-eye.Â
You shut off and close your laptop on your desk before turning off the lights. Then, you lift the comforter and finally enter the chilly embrace of your bedsheets. Usually, youâd scroll on your phone for a little bit until you get drowsy enough to fall asleep. Yet â it could be because of the exam you were doing at the diner â you felt way more exhausted than usual and wanted to sleep right away. And you did just that: closed your eyes, listened to the calming rhythm of your breaths, and soon drifted into an anticipated slumber.
âŚ.Three Hours LaterâŚ.
The next time you open your eyes, youâre not in the room you left yourself in â let alone the bed.Â
Instead, you find yourself somewhere cold and dark. Your bed is nowhere in sight, just a lone chair facing you. There are no windows, no desks, just you and this chair with a sole overhead light that almost blinds you when you slowly get up.Â
The change of scenery throws you off as one thought after another picks up the pace of confusion. Where am I? What is this place? This has to be a sick dream of mineâŚWait a minute. You look down to find your pajamas are shriveled and torn up, pieces of the material scattered all over where youâre lying on the cold floor. Also, what the fuck!? You canât seem to move your hands and feet, noticing that thereâs some rope restricting your limbs from moving freely from one another. No matter how hard you try, squirming does little to no help, yet it confirms that this is not a dream.
What the absolute fuck is going on right now!? It was an appropriate question for this perplexing situation, not knowing where to pick up from to start picking clues as to why youâre here. Better yet, who brought you here?
âAh, look whoâs awake.â
You turn to the sound of a door opening and closing; the direction it came from makes it hard to register the distance of whoever was speaking to you. However, that doesnât matter because you can hear footsteps approaching you and a figure stepping into the light. And when the face finally comes to your field of vision, your blood shifts into an immediate icy cold.
Standing to you by the chair was a man in a tight black shirt that exhibited his muscular arms and physique way too perfectly, harboring dark and baggy pants. But those werenât the features that had your breath hitch. No, no. The man before you had raven hair with the length stopped to his ears and strands that covered his brows. They did not even try concealing the striking green eyes that looked straight at you. And the familiar scar at the right of his lip put everything together for you â the mugshot that Shoko showed me, the inmate that escaped prisonâŚ!
Toji Fushiguro, in the flesh, takes a seat on the chair with his legs spread while putting on black gloves. He notices your look of realization and smirks; you donât like how his scar is rooted up with the motion. âYâre a pretty heavy sleeper, ya know that. But I guess that made bringing you here a lilâ simple.âÂ
A tiny bit of confidence prompts you to speak with the man. âWheâWhere am I?â
âCâmon now, little girl,â your stomach churns when he scoffs at you. He brings up a hand to help him as he cracks his neck. God, why is he so jacked!!? âYâre supposed to be smart, right? You know thatâs the wrong question to ask me.âÂ
Okay then, think, Y/n, think⌠ââŚWhy did you kidnap me? Is it for money? Because I donât have muchââ The palm of Tojiâs hand faces you to halt you from speaking more, making your nervousness dwell even further.Â
âFor one, you should really consider locking your balcony door when yâre done using it.â There are not enough words to describe the mental facepalm you gave yourself. âIf we wanted to run yâr pockets, we woulda done so earlier.â He casually admits to you. âBut thatâs not why we brought ya here, so heâll explain it to ya.â
He? Wait, wait, we??
The other mugshot hits you like a flash before you hear the door open and close again. Of course, Toji isnât the only one on the run right now. There was another guy with salmon-colored hair and tattoos. The other figure, now wearing a black tank tee and ripped black jeans, came from behind Toji. Your stomach drops to the floor when your eyes land on the prominent black tattoo on his nose â now seeing that he has way more on his face, shoulders, arms, and wrists. The scene from the diner replays until your brain canât keep up. It was him, no doubt about it.
âWell, well. Did the sleeping beauty finally get their rest?â Sukuna RyĹmen, looks just as [if not more] dangerous as Toji. He stuffs his hand into the back of his jeans pocket. âListen here, Iâll be asking you some questions, and I expect nothing but honest answers. Got that?âÂ
You donât know what possessed you to ask the question. You being scared shitless right now shouldâve prevented you from doing so. And yet, you ask, âAnd if I donât?â
It happened way too fast; your eyes couldnât even process it happening. But one moment, the salmon-haired criminal was standing in front of you beside Toji. The next, you feel someone crouched behind you with the cold feeling of something barely piercing your skin. Your eyes widen, and you donât dare move a single hair. Toji shakes his head at you, the smirk on his face still present. Now you can guess who had fun cutting up your PJs.
âI donât think you wanna know the answer to that question.â He says it so close to your ear that you couldâve nearly fainted. Sukuna then moves the knife to scrape the side of your neck. âAnd donât you ever think youâre in a position to ask me questions. Use that college brain of yours, brat.âÂ
You gulp â a risky move when you have a sharp object to your neck â and nod. Satisfied, the pink-haired man removes the knife from your proximity and stands right up. âAt least you follow things quickly.â He says while walking back to where he stood prior. âNow, question one: do you know a kid named Kento Nanami?âÂ
The mention of your boyfriendâs name hits you like whiplash. Kento? What do they want with him!?
ââŚYes, I do.â
âGood. Next question,â You chew the inside of your lip before he asks you the following. âWhere does he live?â
Your body almost shuts down when he says the final word. No. No, no, no! Absolutely not! âI canât tell you that.â
âTch, just when you were doinâ so good.â Sukuna sucks his teeth. âAnd why the hell not?â
âBecause I donât want you hurting him.â
He barks a laugh. âYou donât even know what weâll do to him! Damn, talk about a loyal dog.âÂ
The insult sparked a flame in you. It was a small one, but a flame nonetheless. âWhy the hell do you want to know anyway? Itâs not like he knows you anyâHrckk!â
âWhat the hell did I say about you asking questions, huh.â A hurried hand meets your throat, black nails digging into your skin as his grip gets unbearably tight. You attempt to keep a stern face despite choking for some air, but youâd be lying that the pain wasnât getting to your head.
âAlright, Kuna, let âem go.â You almost forgot about Toji sitting on the chair until he spoke up. With a displeased click of the tongue, Sukuna releases you and throws you to the cold, hard floor. âFor your information, princess, that kid does know us.â
Youâre coughing up a storm, but you still listen. Your eyes are watery, and your throat pulses. âHicâŚAck, whatâWhat are you talking about?â
Toji continues. âThat little friend of yârs is the reason why we were behind bars for three years. Fuckinâ kid saw us break into a house in his neighborhood and called the cops on us. For the longest time, weâve thought about getting out of those damn cells and coming back to rip that lilâ fucker limb from limb. Maybe ransack his whole home and then some.âÂ
âAnd now that we are out here,â Sukuna chimes in. âWe plan on doing just that. We were sitting right behind you at the diner and heard the brown-haired chick say his name, meaning he had to be around this county. And when he heard that fucking square had a little girlfriend, who better to introduce ourselves and point us the way than you.âÂ
So much information hits you all at once that youâre not given enough time to process it properly. Nanami called the cops on these guys? Where was that piece of information on the phone call!!? Three years ago, it mustâve happened before the start of freshman year. And then thereâs the matter of these murders trying to kill him â the love of your life!Â
You immediately try to weigh your options: you could give them a fake address, but that would lead them back to you and have you killed instead. And Nanami doesnât live at home right now; heâs on campus with you and everyone else. So, sharing these two his home address will just have his family killed in his place! Oh, you wouldnât handle that guilt; you just couldnât!!
âSo, whatâll it be, little girl?â Tojiâs voice snaps you from your rampant thoughts. âYou can be a cute girlfriend and be loyal, and weâll just kill you right here, right now. Or, you give us an address, weâll put you back to sleep, and youâll never see from us ever again.âÂ
Those two options were far from what you wanted to do. You would never want to jeopardize your poor boyfriendâs life and those around him for being a model citizen, especially for these assholes! There had to be a way, something you could do!
âPlease, donât hurt him!â The ropes on your hands and feet have you shuffle to look at the two men from the dirty ground. âHe didnât do anything wrong. Please just spare him!â
âNo-can-do, brat.â Sukuna comes down to your level once more, yanking your shirt â or whateverâs left of it, your bra practically out for the whole world to see â to lift your upper body. âNothing to ease a vengeful spirit than taking care of the problem, right? So do us a favor, will ya.âÂ
Tears are fighting your control to fall, your body trembling. Youâre scared, so so frightened. But most of all, youâll do what you can to make sure your âgolden boyâ stands tall for you. âPlease, Iâll do anything! Anything you want, Iâll do it! So, please!!âÂ
Sukuna opens his mouth to bite back, but no words come out. Actually, his expression resorts back to a neutral tone. He then turns to Toji, who looks at him with a quirked brow. Thereâs nothing but silence between the two, a silent conversation between the two killers that you have no choice but to stay quiet for. And you jerk when the two focus back on you. Sukuna then finally says something.
âAnything, huh?â Itâs the worst when he sneers at you. Such a devious man.Â
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âTch. Fucking brat.â Sukuna sucks his teeth before he snatches your chin with a rough vigor, forcing your teary eyes to face him. And it doesnât help that you now have a gun pointed at your temple. âThis is your warning. You better do this right, or youâll be the first to get a gift with your boyfriendâs head all minced up. Now, use that mouth. Properly.â
Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think youâd end up here. You stood on your knees and hands on the concrete floor, your mouth occupied with Sukunaâs cock, propelling your face to and fro to meet the base. Why the handgun to your head? According to the salmon-haired man, he said: âTry to fight, run, or bite our dicks off, then this whole mag is getting emptied.â So, youâre literally giving the fellatio of your life. And judging by the grunts coming from Sukuna, it seems youâre doing a decent job keeping him going.Â
As for the other one, Toji, his hands grabbing onto your asscheeks from beneath should answer that. âCâmon, baby, sit on my face. I donât biteâŚâ you can tell he has the biggest grin on his face saying that, has you hesitant to follow orders. Regardless, you gently sway your ass down to sit on his face. But impatience gets the best of him before he pulls you down himself, his nose abruptly hitting your clitoris. You jolt despite his hands keeping you on him, forced to feel his tongue and mouth indulging on your wet folds.
So there you sit, bare and nude, for the men to use you as they see fit. Whatever piece of your clothes were torn off you to be fully exposed for them. This is what you choose to do for the sake of your boyfriend: giving yourself off for the night.Â
Oh, if Shoko could see you now. Sucking off one of the exact murderers you two were talking about at the diner while the other eats you out? You know youâll never hear the end of it from her if â by some miracle â she finds out! And youâll hold onto that miracle for as long as you can.Â
ââŚFuuuck, hnngh! Itâs been a minute since I had my dick on something tight,â Sukuna comments while putting his free hand on your head. His thrusts increase to have your tongue bathe the underside of his dick, and he sighs at you choking when the tip suddenly hits your uvula. âHeh, thatâs right. Keep those tears coming, petâŚYou seem to be enjoying yourself there, Fushiguro. This broad taste that fucking goodâOhhh shit, fucking shitâŚâ
You can feel Tojiâs lips curve into a smile from down under, he gives your labia and clit a slow and antagonizing lick before responding to his partner in crime. âMmmm, man. Itâs been a while since I had to do this. Crazy how this princess got with a square like that kid. Wonder if he makes âem feel good like this.â And then he returns to your clit to give it a harsh suck.Â
Your body continues to be used like a toy. Your jaw loosens to oblige Sukunaâs girth thatâs currently hitting the back of your throat every time your lips meet the pubes of his pelvis. His ruts dial-up, and you ball your fists with the constant oral abuse on your face. Drool runs down your chin with every shove of his length, practically choking you with his dick. And the commotion between your leaking vulva and Toji doesnât go unnoticed either; motherfukerâs tongue is relentless, making sure every crevice and part of your pussy is familiar with him. And the sounds of him slurping your essence are so lewd, so erotic for your ears that you think theyâre bound to explode on you.Â
ââAhhh, damn, Iâm gonna cum,â Oh, God. Your eyes open to look at Sukunaâs expression, nothing but pure enjoyment looking at your pitiful look. âYouâre cute looking all pathetic taking my cock like this, whoreâMmmph!! Shiiiit, keep your head like that.â He grabs your head as his thrusts speed up to an irregular pace, your throat and face becoming numb. Your whimpers are muffled, and tears streak down your cheeks. His groans of pleasure fill the room, and before you know it, his load is released down to the depths of your throat. Youâre stuck taking it, mewling on the shaft still in your mouth until heâs finished.Â
He removes you when he is, his cock slathered in your saliva and still rock hard. You gawk at it, amazed that you could fit it in your mouth. And you hate to admit this, but it has you wondering what Tojiâs is like.Â
Speaking of, with a foggy mind, you peer down to see Toji finally done eating your cunt out. âYa taste good, you know that.â He licks his lips provocately with a smile. You open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off. âYou ready frâ me now?â He cocks his chin up, and you turn to see what heâs talking about, only to be met with the pinkish-red tip of his sprung erect cock. If you didnât think youâd be able to have Sukunaâs in your mouth, youâre going to need a dietyâs grace to see what you can do with Tojiâs. âHeh, think Iâm too big frâ you? How the hell is Kento handling a piece like you?â
âSâShut up, stop bringing him up!â You shout at him, tired of being reminded of the love of your life whom youâre betraying right now. All for his sake, but stillâŚ
He chuckles at your reaction. âLittle girl got spark, huh. Fine then, be a doll and put it in yourself.âÂ
Cold sweat slides from your brow. Me? Iâve gotta put that shit in on my own!? But you have to. You know you do. So, with anxiousness pooling in your stomach, you bring your ass up and use your hand to align his cock to your wet cunt.Â
It takes a lot of mental motivation for you to continue, but slowly and surely, you push the folds of your cunt onto his glans. The pain you experience makes it excruciating to bear, but with steady breaths, you push the tip in with every exhale. And when it finally enters your vulva, a gasp erupts from your puffy lips and a hiss from the man with the scarred lip. âMmmm, slow down, baby, slow it downâŚâ That was probably the only words heâs ever said that you could trust, so you anchor your ass down, taking in every inch of his length with his hands guiding your ass down. When you reach the base, you give yourself a few seconds to adjust to his girth within your velvety walls. âFuck, ya feel so nice and tight, princess.â
âIs that so?â Sukuna walks from behind. âCanât wait for me to have a go.â You couldnât even comprehend the meaning of that sentence because the salmon-haired one kicked your back. You are now mounted on Toji completely, the two of you facing each other while Sukuna crouches behind your ass. âGet ready, Iâm putting it in.â
âHuh?â Wait, both at the same time!? âHoâHold on, Iâve never done it in my ass befââ
âDoesnât sound like a problem to me; guess Iâll be the first then,â he shuts down your argument and then bends down to use his fingers and spit to ease your asshole. It feels so gross and repulsive that you could puke right now. Not that it would matter to Sukuna because heâs already set on doing it â his fore and middle finger pushing in and out of your anus. When he feels youâve loosened up, heâll remove his digits and substitute them with his cock.Â
And he doesnât warn you either, fucking bastard; he nudges his dick in his own countdown with no regard to how youâre feeling. Gripping onto the raven-haired manâs black shirt, Sukunaâs cock puts you through pain worth traumatizing, evoking screams that scratch your throat until he gets the whole thing in your ass. Nanami would never put you through this much pain. Never!
âAww, yâre making the pretty girl cry,â Toji teases condescendingly, chuckling at the sight of you burying your head in his chest to shield the embarrassment.Â
Sukuna hums while grinding his hips to your ass, a tiny bit of blood painting his shaft. âHmph, good, makes my enjoyment worthwhile. Now,â you shriek with the sudden snap of his hips to your ass. âLetâs get this show started.â
When Sukuna moves, Toji follows right after, and youâre left to fend for yourself in this unsteady tempo from both your holes. You start seeing stars from the unusual stimulation, and your mind and vision become so blurry that it hurts to think. Hell, it hurts to try and concentrate on one dick at a time! One is currently scraping the wells of your walls in a way that your slit clenches around him, while the other churns your insides from the back that almost takes your breath away. More drool and tears seep into the black shirt you use to disguise yourself from them. This shit is already humiliating as is!
âCâmon now, baby. Show me that pretty face of yârs.â Of course, Toji uses one hand to nudge your head to look at him. Your face is such a wet and hot mess, the sweat on your body making you sticky. The attempt to make sentences is beyond you, relying on moans and choked sobs to express your disorganized emotions. âThere ya are. Good fuckinâ girl.â
Toji then takes your plump lips with his, his hand snaking to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. It was one thing letting them use your cunt and ass as they see fit; now, they dare to kiss you in a time like this. Oh, this is the absolute worst! How can you speak to Nanami ever again after this!? These lips are now sullied by the lips and cock of other men. You canât ever go back and say that you were his, and itâs because of these assholes!!
âŚAnd whatâs worse, you were starting to find enjoyment in what you were doing, sinking into Tojiâs kiss and moaning into his scarred lips.
âHaahhâŚMmmphâŚDamn, this slut is so fucking tight.â Sukuna watches your back glisten in the light while your ass quaked under his unstable momentum. He sneers before slapping your asscheek, resulting in a rushed moan and a twitch from your pussy. Toji breaks the kiss. âHey, keep doing that. Think they like it.âÂ
With devilish glee, the tattooed other doesnât hold back. He gives you another smack to the ass, and more loud purrs and shrieks fill the space between you three. Fast ruts to your soaping slit and ass coincide with the strikes to your butt, catching you off guard and leaving a stinging sensation every time.Â
Itâs apparent now that your hips start to move on their own, riding out your own high while preparing for your orgasm thatâs climbing up. And the raven-haired man notices as he puts your hand on your aching buttcheeks. âGoin somewhere, dollface?âÂ
Oh, for fuckâs sake, let me come already!! ââAhhnn, ooohhhh!! Iâm about to cummmâIâm gonna breakâEeyahhh!!!
âThat so?â You want to wipe that smirk off his stupid, dumb, handsome face. âThen go ahead and get dirty, princess. Ring us up.â
Your arousal staggers up when both of their thrusts fall into a unity, the tender spots of your gummy walls from your ass and cunt being hit and abused prompt more ecstatic moans and your head pounding with every jab. Almost there, almost! Please, please, I want it!! And you are finally given what you want; your release crashes into you in a hard swoop, the shocks crawling up your body while your holes contract around both menâs cocks. Your brain falls into an erotic trance; you only care about the euphoric sensations tingling around your body. Dizziness overtakes you, and your head descends back on Tojiâs chest.
âHmph, you really a pathetic pet.â Sukuna grinds his pelvis into your sensitive ass. The aftershocks from your release still make your body react to their movements. âChasing for your own orgasm, huh. We outta fuck that selfishness right out of you, damn bratâŚâ
You donât say anything â more like you donât have the energy to. Your ass and chasm are too stuffed to keep your mind active, and your eyelids feel too heavy to keep up. It probably was from all that crying and screaming. All you want to do is go back to sleep in your bed at your cozy apartment. But that must be asking for too much. Just please end this nightmareâŚ
KentyâŚPlease forgive me, Iâm so sorryâŚ.
âââ ââ
ââ
â âââ
You canât remember how sleep found you that night. But your eyes open to the ray of sunshine that peaks through the binds of your bedroom. Wait, my bedroom!?
You shoot up from your bed, the soft comforter and sheets peeling off your skin, and the cool air from the air conditioning welcomes you back to your personal space. Everything untouched, everything where itâs supposed to be â where youâre supposed to be.
A deep breath is the first thing you do when you wake up, following a long exhale. Was I dreaming? You wouldâve accepted that delusion had you not looked down to realize that your figure was covered with one of your oversized shirts, remembering that your old pajamas were cut and torn up. Flashes of last night return to haunt you, and shivers travel down your spine from realizing what transpired at those ungodly hours. You quickly check your sheets for any stains â Thank God, none. Funny how a pair of serial killing assholes have the decency to clean up your body.Â
And then a sudden feeling of dread crawls up after hearing your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You hurry to check the screen to find out it was a text message from Nanami. Itâs a Saturday, 9 a.m. Heâd usually be sleeping in until noon. Curious, you unlock your phone to check what your boyfriend is texting you about.
Recent Message from: ⥠my bby nanamiii âĄ
Hey, Y/n. Hope you slept well and everythingâs okay. Iâm coming from Getoâs place after picking up Haibara, who is going through the worst hangover right now. He said he wants to see you and that you make the best meals for his hangovers. I donât want to intrude if youâre not up for guests, so please tell me so I can take him somewhere else. But otherwise, weâll be there at around 30-45 mins. Letâs just relax this weekend, okay?
Reading the text as you fall in love with him all over again. After what youâve gone through, knowing that heâs safe and sound from any trouble, all you want right now is to be around him and hold him close. To be with him and forget about everything thatâs happened.Â
You send a heartwarming reply saying youâll be waiting for the two of them. Then, you remove yourself from the bed and stretch out your fatigued muscles. Ugh, I should probably shower before Nananmi gets hereâŚ
However, before you lift your shirt and head for the bathroom, you notice a glass of water and a bag full of pills. HuhâŚI definitely didnât have that there when I went to sleep before I was taken. And next to the glass was a folded piece of paper. Curiosity got the best of you this morning as you picked up the material to read its contents.Â
And this is where you knew your life was changing, for better or worse. Your legs give out, making you fall to your knees with a shaky breath, the hairs of your body standing, and your heart on the verge of leaping out of your mouth. What you read crushed your whole being, leaving you cold in this world â worse than the autumn breeze.
Yo, thanks for the great time last night. Keep that up, and your pretty boytoy will keep standing. Hereâs water and birth control, and keep that bag safe. Wouldnât wanna end up losing it for the next time we fuck you dumb. See ya later, pet.
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i want to see feral lando. dom lando. choking and degrading and rough lando. maybe a bad race, maybe flirting with another driver. weeknd vibes lando. rough rough rough lando.
heat.
ln x fem!reader - 4k celebration
in which lando fucks you until the sun comes up :)
i am. feral. there are no words to describe how unhinged i am over this, this is super self indulgent and i cannot thank you enough anon hehe - lemme know what yâall think ily! <3
songs to set the mood: earned it by the weeknd, novacane by frank ocean, heaven angel by the driver era
warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, pwp with a bit of plot, choking, crying, swearing, overstimulation, neck? riding? (hehe), degradation, a slap or two, soft dom!lando, also not so soft dom!lando (he switches up a bit), just feral unhinged vibes
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foreglow:
the glow of light appearing in the sky preceding sunrise
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the sunrise casts a tangerine foreglow over your bodies, the bed, everything the light can touch.
landoâs slumped against the headboard and youâre sprawled over his lap, legs hooked over his, with his hand working between your thighs.
itâs been hours. heâs had you spread out for him, countless positions and locations utilised. you were paying for your behaviour over the race weekend, but really, it was all his fault.
heâd been too cocky, looked too good, the australian air getting to his head. youâd been glowering at him since youâd arrived in the land down under, watching in erotically charged horror as he paraded around looking, to put it simply, slutty. tight shorts, arms out, neck on display for all to see. his fucking neck. god, it looked so thick, flexing every time he turned to smirk at you. the heat rendered you delirious, and so did he.
and you couldnât even think about that fucking daddy bracelet heâd been sporting.
you decided you needed payback, in the form of some carefully constructed, harmless flirting with everyone from the mechanics to the guys on the pit wall old enough to be your father. but lo and behold, it worked, and thatâs how you found yourself in this position.
the position in question?
being fucked every which way lando deemed fit until the sun came up.
âyou learnt your lesson yet, baby?â lando grunts into your ear, pinching your clit between his fingers.
your thighs are soaked, shaking uncontrollably, and your head has lulled back against his shoulder. youâre breathing heavily, your back flush against his front and heâs restless. youâve lost count of the number of orgasms youâve been pushed to.
âlan.â you breathe, eyes fixated on the bracelet adorning his wrist. the kitschy trinket sends liquid fire down your spine and you spasm as he continues to swirl his calloused thumb over your clit.
âthatâs not an answer.â he tuts, slipping his fingers through your slit until heâs circling your weeping entrance. youâre coated with slick, some of it his from where heâd fucked you up against the wall a good few hours ago. âhave you,â he kisses your shoulder, trailing his fingers that were digging into your hip up your belly. âlearnt your lesson?â his teeth sink into your flesh at the same time he pinches your nipple.
you gasp out a cry of his name, slurring incomprehensibly, âyes, yes, âm sorry, iâm so sorry.â you sob. his chest rumbles cruelly with laughter and youâre hurtling towards another release, the overstimulation making it easy for him to get you off.
âthatâs all you needed to say, honey.â lando coos condescendingly.
as if heâs rewarding you for owning up, two of his fingers sink into your entrance, sliding deep. the sound of your wetness sends your eyes rolling back as he scissors his digits in and out of you, speeding them up into a delicious grind. youâre a mess in seconds, slumped into him as close as can be. kisses over your neck soothe you and you feel the wet rush of your release approaching quicker than you can comprehend it. you gush all over his fingers, dripping down his wrist, coating that annoying fucking bracelet.
âthere you go, baby. so good for me.â he whispers, slowing his thrusts. âcan you turn over for me? want you to look at me.â
you pant as you wriggle around in his arms until youâre straddling his lap. you can feel yourself dripping on him, his thick length sliding between your folds. the exhaustion renders you languid, ready to let him do just about whatever he wants to you next.
lando cups your breast, stroking gently over your nipple while he runs his tongue all over his long fingers. he loves to make you watch, torturing you until youâre needy for another release.
âyou think you can do a few more for me?â lando smirks, bringing the fingers that heâd just licked clean to your other breast, fiddling with your other nipple. he has you rolling your hips against him, inadvertently chasing another high already. he loves it, revels in how he can reduce you to this, so desperate that youâre grinding down on his cock, a wet mess in his lap, all for him.
âyeah, lan.â you nod profusely, your tired eyes locked with his. the early morning sun hits them enticingly, making them sparkle green in the warm light. he looks disgustingly gorgeous like this, soft and yours, resting against the headboard, curls spilling over his forehead and into his eyes. if you didnât know that he was mulling over a million twisted ideas in his brain that involved resorting you to tears of pleasure, youâd think he looked adorable.
âgood.â he grins. ânot even nearly done with you.â he looks evil; your thighs clench around his hips.
without moving you off of his lap, he uses his strength to slide down the bed until he lays flat. he beckons you to crawl up his body, and you find the strength to wriggle over him, thighs resting on either side of his neck when he stops you.
âyou gonna slide your pretty little cunt over my neck?â lando asks, wrapping his huge hands around your thighs. you gulp, staring down at him dumbfounded. âdonât look at me like iâm crazy, baby. you think i donât see you staring at it with that special little look in your eyes?â he teases. âget to fucking work, iâm not gonna ask again.â
hesitantly, you lower yourself against his his skin, flaming red with embarrassment and lust. you canât lie and pretend that you arenât utterly enticed by this, that you arenât leaking down your thighs at the prospect of sliding your pussy along his tanned, flexed flesh. the adventurousness of the escapade makes your legs tremble, nerves eating you alive, but itâs all worth it when you feel that first glide.
you curse out, loud and breathy, the new sensation creating lewd sounds between you. heâs obsessed, staring up at you in mischievous awe as you rock your hips backwards and forwards. you tangle one hand in his hair, tugging hard in sheer desperation, while the other hand balances you against the headboard so you donât crush him. he guides your hips like he wants to die like this, suffocated by you and everything you have to offer him.
âoh my fucking god.â you choke out a moan, jaw hanging agape as you continue to slide against him. every time you move forwards, you feel the delectable prickle of his trimmed facial hair scratching against your inner thighs and your eyes squeeze shut each time, pure pleasure bubbling in the pit of your belly.
âyou have no idea how fucking good you look.â lando rasps, digging his fingertips into the meat of your thighs. youâre so tense, teetering on the very edge. the strength he possesses, his composure while youâre sitting on his fucking neck makes you throb.
you gaze down at him, feral, and it does something to him, because heâs yanking you up onto his parted lips, burying his face as far as it will go. you yelp, collapsing into the headboard as he holds you down on his tongue, lapping up your mess.
âcan taste us.â he mumbles into the flesh of your cunt, barely audible, but you hear it and it makes you shiver. you black out as your orgasm hits, your ears ringing as bliss courses through your limp body like a delicious electric shock. your nerves are shot when he rolls you onto your back.
âfucking heaven.â lando groans, crawling over you as he licks his lips.
heâs invigorated by the taste of you, how spent you are, and how itâs all his fault. you canât string a sentence together, but youâre grabbing at his toned body like youâre begging silently for more, anything. he needs to drive into you, fill up up, make you remember that your little games will always lead back to this, the reminder that youâre his.
âyou sensitive, honey?â he growls, hand sliding between your legs while his necklace rests in the valley between your breasts. you whimper at the sensation, overloaded, nodding. you both know you need more; he needs more. âtough.â
lando practically folds you in half when he fucks into you, giving you no solace in adjusting to him. he ruts into you hard, fast, unrelenting as he sinks deeper and deeper with every thrust.
âyouâre gonna behave from now on. you donât need to make me jealous for me to fuck you.â he grunts. his slaps your hip, the harsh snap leaving a sting that has you convulsing. âthis is what you deserve isnât it? whoring yourself out because you were a wet mess for me all weekend.â
you whine his name, sobs wracking your body. he feels utterly divine hammering into you like life itself depends on it. youâve lost track of where he stops and you begin, stars behind your eyes that turn into butterflies festering in your belly. youâre so full, flushed beneath him, gushing every time he opens his dirty fucking mouth.
âcrying for me, love?â he mocks, lowering himself to get even closer to you, his tongue finding your tears tracks and licking the salty residue away until youâre shuddering.
âplease, lando, please, told you iâm sorry.â you plead, begging for something undisclosed, but itâs okay, because he knows exactly what to do with you.
âbe fucking quiet.â lando coos once more, sickeningly unsympathetic.
but you canât help it, whimpering out his name, begging for some form of relief, or mercy, or for him to just fuck you impossibly harder. how can you be quiet when heâs tearing you so perfectly apart?
lando doesnât like being disobeyed, so when you continue to sob, loud and lewdly, his hand finds itâs way to the base of your throat. your jaw goes slack, wheezing at the intense rush you get when he squeezes slowly, and you canât help but let go.
âfucking- lando!â you writhe.
âi know, baby, i know.â he shushes you, hooking your leg even higher so that he can bury himself as deep as possible.
you spasm hard, impossibly tight around him and he stutters, collapsing you both hard into the mattress. you hold him so, so tight as he cums, shooting into you. you can feel him leaking out of you already, white hot, and laying there in a heap of sweat and adoration. he breathes a laugh, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
âare you okay, honey?â he whispers, kissing your collarbone.
âjust peachy. a bit knackered.â you giggle, tangling your fingers into his damp curls.
âso, you liked the bracelet then?â he teases, nose bumping against your cheek as he raises his wrist to your eye line.
âi think it needs a clean.â you wrinkle your nose, thinking about what the beads had been exposed to over the last few hours.
âletâs shower, hm? then we can watch the sunrise.â lando suggests, sitting you up slowly.
âyouâre gonna need to carry me.â your legs are still quivering.
âanything for you.â he says, hand over his heart.
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45 minutes later, the sun is sitting pretty, high in the sky.
7:26am, the clock reads. the melbourne skyline glimmers hot with the rise of a new day.
youâre snuggled into his side, wet hair cooling the heat of damp skin. your eyes flutter, barely fighting the urgent need to sleep.
âyou have no idea how much i love you.â lando caresses your stringy locks, pushing the hair from your eyes.
your bare bodies mould together, basking in the orange of the dawn.
âlove you.â you mutter, brushing your lips against his chest in an open mouthed kiss. âpromise iâll start behaving.â you snicker.
âbut baby, you know i love it when youâre bad.â
âokay, iâll remember that⌠daddy.â you retort, a teasing lilt to your tone.
he ignores the way his blood rushes south, too conscious of your exhausted body - and his own - to climb on top of you and fuck you until the sun sets once more.
âget some sleep.â he whispers through gritted teeth.
you sink into sleep while he watches over you. the view from the hotel room is gorgeous, breathtaking, but why would he give it even a millisecond of his attention when he has you?
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head? empty.
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The Doll House | M.List & Intro
doll!enha (hyung line) x fem!reader warnings: smut (mdni), dolls, mentions of possession and demons, specific warnings on individual chapters synopsis: when you're strapped for cash and an opportunity arises to help you out, you're stuck in a mansion with 4 human-like dolls who do anything but sit still. taglist: closed!! a/n: hi! so this was actually inspired by this ask and originally i was thinking of making it a long one-shot but then i was like, what if each hyung line member got their own chapter? so here we are! below is an introduction into the fic so make sure you read it before going into the chapters! they should be released every 1-2 weeks but i still have to write them so it's tbd right now.
warnings: fluff, smut (mdni), subby!jake, oral (m. rec), slight throat fucking, whimpering and whining, pet names (baby doll, pup), begging.
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synopsis: it's your first week at your new job and you make a shocking revelation that puts your world in a spin and lets you experience something you never knew was possible
warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (f.rec), fingering, dom!hoon (i didn't mean this, it just happened), begging but not really, horror elements obvs
wc: 8.9k
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synopsis: once you find out the dolls' secret, you're on the hunt to find out how they became this way. in the library you stumble across something and you're left alone with park sunghoon who promises to keep your rendezvous with jaeyun a secret from their owner, but not without something in return
warnings: smut (mdni), soft dom!jay, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m.rec), punishment, pussy slapping, begging, slight choking, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, princess), mentions of fire and other supernatural elements, anything else lmk!
wc: 10.3k
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synopsis: your friend comes to visit you in the mansion after a month but her harsh words towards the dolls brings out a protective side, and jongseong lets you in on some secrets about the house and how they came to be.
warnings: smut (mdni), pure filth, dom!hee, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m&f. rec), clit biting, throat fucking, cock worshipping, doggy, spanking, squirting, slight degradation and choking, pet names (baby), supernatural elements, religious themes (heaven/hell), anything else lmk!
wc: 16.8k
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synopsis: with only 2 weeks left, you have formed a bond with each of the dolls, well, all of them except heeseung. as you snoop around his room to find out more about him, he gives you all the answers you're looking for and opens your eyes to a world you never knew was possible.
warnings: smut (mdni), threesome, unprotected sex, cream pie, eiffel tower, oral (m&f.rec), deep throating, doggy, soft dom!hoon/sub!jake, hoon&jae don't get it on but there is one kiss, cum plugging, nipple play, angst, mentions of heaven/hell, not a lot of jongseong (sorry jay lovers!)
wc: 22k
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synopsis: you and jaeyun return to the house that started it all, however you didn't realise the impact that leaving would have on the demon you left behind, leaving you with a choice to make, and both involve visiting heeseung's room just one more time.
warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (f.rec), fingering, pussy slapping, overstimulation, !dark content! murder, possession, blood, manipulation, lots of mentions to hell, soul selling.
wc: 14.3k
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synopsis: once heeseung sells you an offer you can't refuse, it's up to you to reap what you sow. sooyeol's return and revelations put your world in wonder as you contemplate the implications of your greed and who you truly are.
Drabbles:
jakehoon finding out y/n sold her soul
soonyeol almost finding out about the offer
heeseung giving y/n flowers
heeseung kills for you
cuddles and cockwarming w jakehoon
âHow long for how much?âÂ
"Two months, 5k, just cleaning some woman's house," Mia responds, placing the newspaper in front of you with a dramatic flourish, the ad circled in pink glitter pen.
Taking the paper from her, you wrinkle your brow and examine the advertisement with scepticism and intrigue, "Isn't it strange that she's advertising in the newspaper? Who even reads these anymore?" Upon closer inspection, you sneer and return it to Mia, your fingertips leaving light smudges on the paper, "And she didn't even put her name, just 'Ms. Kim'."
This whole situation feels odd. What employer doesnât post an ad on the internet like a normal person?Â
"She's probably ancient, Y/N. Old folks aren't exactly tech-savvy," Mia offers, attempting to rationalise the oddity.
Despite your reservations, the need for employment weighs heavily. Losing your job last month has left little time for finding a new one, and the bills certainly haven't stopped coming. ÂŁ5000 for two months' work is an enticing offer, especially considering your previous job paid a fraction of that for an entire month's work.
You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you contemplate the offer. The uncertainty gnaws at you, but the allure of some financial stability is hard to ignore. Mia watches you, her expression a mixture of concern and anticipation as she awaits you to make up your mind. She could use the money too, giving her some extra cash to pay for her birthday trip in a couple of months.
"You know what?" you finally say, breaking the heavy silence that hangs between you. "Let's give it a shot. It's just two months, right? And we could really use the money."
Mia's face lights up with a grin, her enthusiasm infectious, "That's the spirit! Besides, how bad could it be? It's just cleaning."
You nod in agreement, though a lingering sense of unease tugs at the edges of your mind like a persistent itch you can't scratch. Pushing it aside, you focus on the prospect of income and the relief it would bring.
"Alright then," you say, mustering up a smile despite the nagging doubts that linger in the back of your mind. "Let's do it. But if anything feels off, we bail, deal?"
Mia nods enthusiastically, already dialling Ms. Kimâs number on her phone, her eagerness palpable as she eagerly anticipates the adventure that lies ahead.
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The drive to Ms. Kim's house feels never-ending, with each mile leaving the city behind and the surroundings blurring into an everlasting blur of trees and road. You check the satnav, hoping for a break from the monotony, only to see that, tragically, it still shows an hour left on the journey.
The scenery outside appears stuck in time, with the trees going past in a repeated rhythm that does little to break the spell of boredom. You peek at Mia, who sits next to you in the driver's seat, her expression conveying a similar mix of frustration and resignation.
The radio drones on in the background, a pitiful attempt to break the quiet that hangs thick in the air. You reach over and fumble with the dial, hoping to find a distraction, but each station either plays static or music you've heard a thousand times before.
âYou seriously need to get a better car, Y/N. I told you we should have taken mine,â she snips at you, the journey clearly getting to her. You had run out of conversation in the first hour, discussing your non-existent love life and jobs that you have applied for. Since nothing was going on in your life, there wasnât much to talk about.
âWe said we would take mine so she would feel pity and give us more money,â you grumble, sinking into your seat in protest. If this woman has enough money to spend on random girls cleaning her house, she could have some more to throw at you as charity; youâll take anything at this point.
The drive continues until finally, you pull up to Ms. Kimâs house. But calling it a house feels like a gross understatement; it's a mansion, a sprawling castle that looms larger than life before you.Â
A long gravel path stretches out before you, leading up to the imposing sand-coloured building. The mansion seems to bask in its own magnificence, the rustic feel and unkept garden only add a sense of eeriness to your wonder.
You exchange a glance with Mia, both of you momentarily speechless. This is not what you expected when you answered the ad in the newspaper. You expected it to be big, obviously, she wasn't going to give out 5k for a studio apartment, but this is on another level of anything you could have imagined.
Mia locks the car door, unsure whether to approach the large double doors. She outstretches her hand for you to take, seeking your comfort as she takes the first steps. You both look like youâre back in your first year of high school, scared that as soon as you step foot in the place, it will swallow you whole.
âWeâre supposed to clean this every day?â you ask in disbelief.
Shaking her head, Mia tries to convey a sense of confidence in her voice yet it fails, âSurely not, the travel alone is too much for someone to do every day.â
With hesitant steps, you both make your way to the entrance, your finger reaching out to press the doorbell which rings a faint familiar tune, one youâve heard plenty yet could never place the name. For a moment, there is only silence, and you begin to wonder if anyone is home. But then, with a creak that seems to reverberate through the very foundations of the mansion, the door slowly swings open, revealing a dimly lit interior shrouded in shadow.
A woman stands in front of you, her elegant clothes and neatly styled hair give her the appearance of a 90s supermodel. She doesn't resemble the idea you had of Ms. Kim. "Y/N and Mia?" she inquires, her voice smooth and melodious, a twinkle of delight in her eyes as she tilts her head with a smile.
You share a puzzled look with Mia. This woman could not possibly be Ms. Kim. For starters, she seems way too young to be the owner of this castle; she had to be just slightly older than yourself and you can barely afford to buy a loaf of bread. The advertisement plainly said that Ms. Kim was looking for help, hinting that she was an elderly homeowner in need of assistance. Second, the decision to advertise in a newspaper rather than somewhere like Indeed does not fit the image of a 20-something.
Your mind races with questions, but before you can express your reservations, the woman motions for you to follow her into the mansion. With a shared look, you and Mia exchange a silent agreement, remembering that you promised to bail as soon as anything got weird.Â
As you cross the threshold, the heavy wooden door slams behind you with a bang and you follow the mystery woman deeper into the mansion's maze halls, you can't help but feel like there's more to this situation than meets the eye.
âMy name is Kim Soonyeol, Ms. Kim is probably how you know me. I am so happy you answered my ad so promptly! I was scared no one would answer it,â she explains.
Walking through the large hallways, you notice one thing that seems to be a prominent feature.
Dolls.Â
Lots and lots of creepy, old-timey porcelain dolls. They line the shelves, perched on antique furniture, and seem to stare at you with unblinking eyes as you pass by. Their features are fixed, ranging from serene to sinister, each contributing to the feeling of discomfort in the air.
Mia's grip on your hand tightens, and you can feel the tension radiating from her as she whispers, "Do you think they all have cameras in their eyes?" Her words send a chill down your spine, and you can't help but entertain the unsettling thought.
The woman leading you through the mansion seems unbothered by the presence of the dolls, her demeanour calm and composed as she gestures for you to follow. But you can't shake the feeling that there's something deeply wrong about this place.
"I am going away on some business for 2 months," she begins, her voice echoing through the cavernous halls, "and I need you to clean this entire house from top to bottom as well as a few...other errands."
Her words hang in the air, and for a moment, the only sound is the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance. Soonyeol is ominous in her explanations, not delving any further into these âerrandsâ. It's strange to you, why canât her house stay stagnant for a month or two?
âThere are a lot of rooms, Ms. Kim,â you comment, hoping she might open up and explain anything about this castle and why the fuck it is filled to the brim with porcelain dolls. Itâs not exactly a young personâs hobby to collect these things - unless theyâre haunted, then you know you need to take a sharp turn for the exit.
She smiles fondly, âYes, each bedroom is designated to a precious doll of mine,â she offers as an explanation but fails to give any clarity.
âShe is fucking crazy,â your friend whispers to you, her hand now gripping your arm as she walks slightly behind you, letting you take the lead in case of danger.Â
As Soonyeol gestures towards a room at the end of the corridor, she announces, "And this is your room. I've made sure I at least cleaned this before I left," punctuating her statement with a chuckle. With a flourish, she opens the door, revealing a space that dwarfs your flat and the corner shop it sits above.
But your confusion quickly turns to apprehension as Soonyeol's words sink in. "Wait, what do you mean 'our room'?" you interject, trying to mask the rising unease in your voice. "Isn't this just a cleaning job?"
Soonyeol's expression shifts, her eyes widening with a hint of anger as she leans back and places a hand on her chest. "Wasn't I clear in the ad that you would be housesitting?" she retorts, her tone laced with irritation. "I cannot leave my babies here on their own. They can't fend for themselves."
A chill runs down your spine as her words sink in.,"Babies?" you repeat, your mind reeling at the implications of her statement, "What do you mean by that?"
But before you can press for answers, Soonyeol is already ushering you and Mia out of the guest bedroom and into another part of the mansion. As you step into the dining room, you're met with a sight that you can't quite put into words.
Four figures sit at the dining table, their faces with different expressions and their bodies unmoving. At first glance, they appear to be ordinary people, but then it hits you like a bolt of lightning - they're not real. They're dolls, human-like dolls arranged as if they were waiting for a meal that would never come.
A shiver runs down your spine as you exchange a horrified glance with Mia. The realisation sinks in like a stone in the pit of your stomach - this woman is not just eccentric, she's fucking unhinged. And as you stand in that surreal dining room, surrounded by figures that seem to stare back at you with empty eyes, you can't help but feel a creeping sense of dread settle over you like a suffocating fog.
Despite Miaâs step back, you move forward, looking at them in detail. They are exquisitely done, each of them with their own unique features and life-like skin. You knew dolls like this existed but not to this level of detail. They must be worth thousands of pounds, easily in the double digits.
âIf you cannot stay then I will have to look for someone else,â she starts to dismiss you much to Miaâs relief; she is already mentally back in the car and screeching out.Â
As Soonyeol's words hang in the air, the weight of her ultimatum settling heavily on your shoulders, Mia visibly relaxes, relief evident in her demeanour. She's already mentally back in the car, ready to screech out of this bizarre situation.
But your attention is drawn to one particular doll seated at the dining table. His eyes, although lifeless, seem to pull you in with an inexplicable allure. He's striking, meticulously detailed with dark cherry-red hair, wide lips, and a figure that exudes an almost ethereal charm, even in his simple white t-shirt. His eyes, though small, are framed by long lashes that only add to his beauty.
Before you realise what you're doing, your mouth begins to speak, surprising both you and Mia. "I can stay, sure," you hear yourself say, the words tumbling out with a sense of inevitability.
"What?" Mia's incredulous voice snaps you back to reality, her eyes wide with disbelief as she pleads with you to reconsider, "You can't up and move your life for 2 months!" she warns in a hushed tone, her concern palpable.
âI donât exactly have anything to go back to,â you shrug, knowing that all that awaits you back in the city is unopened bills and mouldy cheese. Mia has much more to lose, a job and boyfriend arenât exactly something you can just upchuck.
"You go home, and I'll do it," you suggest, a plan forming in your mind as you speak, "You can visit on your days off and help me out. I'll make sure you get half the money."
Mia doesn't look entirely convinced, but the thought of such a large sum of money for minimal work seems to appeal to her pragmatic side, "Will you be okay?" she asks, genuine concern etched into her features.
You consider the question carefully, a strange sense of reassurance emanating from the dolls behind you, despite their unsettling presence, "I will be. If anything happens, I'll come straight home," you assure her, your voice steadier than you feel.
Reluctantly, Mia agrees, nodding her head as she steps to the side to speak with Soonyeol and gather more information about the job. Left alone with the dolls, you can't help but steal one last glance at the cherry-red-haired figure that caught your eye earlier. But something is different this time - the smirk on his lips and the narrowed gaze in his eyes seem almost... knowing.Â
Was he doing that before?
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AGED UP AGED UP BRO NO PEDOS
Denki kaminari x fem!reader
You accidentally send Denki a photo of your tits instead of homework, you didnât expect him to send his dick back
mdi
a/n okay so this is inspired by a post I saw, I forgot the name of the blog but if someone knows can you put the name in the comments? Inspired by this text message thing where you accidentally send mha boys nudes
warning: swearing ,nudes, oral m and f, boobie sucking, fingering đđ
ALL CREDS GOING TO THE INSPIRED CREATOR
You groan and slam your head onto the table in frustration. This homework was impossible; no matter how many times you went over it, the answers just wouldnât come. The jumble of equations and theories seemed to mock you from the pages of your textbook.
Grumbling, you pulled out your phone, feeling a mix of desperation and determination. You opened your chats and scrolled to Bakugoâs name. He was one of the smartest kids in class, and despite his rough exterior, you knew he could help.
*name*: bakugo can you help me with this homework?
explosion tits: no figure it out yourself dumbass
*name*: this is why you get no bitches
explosion tits: kys.
You scoffed in annoyance. Whatâs up his ass recently? you wondered, fidgeting with your phone. The dorms were unusually quiet, with most of the students away at various hero training sessions. Only you and three other kids were left behind, making the place feel almost deserted.
Scrolling through your contacts, you realized your options for homework help were limited. You could message Mineta, but the thought of dealing with his inappropriate responses made your skin crawl. He'd likely send you an unsolicited picture of his 1cm shriveled-up cock instead of any actual help with homework.
That left Denki. While he wasnât the brightest, he was at least not as creepy as Mineta. You sighed and opened a chat with Denki, typing out a message.
*name* hey does this look right to you? [image]
free charger đ : WOAH HELLO TO YOU TOO
*name* Tf you on about?
Free charger đ: [image]
your face turned bright pink as you opened the picture, that was Denkis dick. You always expected him to have a small dick but clearly not. you looked back down at your phone to type
*name* DENKI WHAT THE FUCK
free chargerđ: WHATT YOU SENT ME TITTIES I SENT YOU MY DICK I THOUGHT WE WERE TRADING NUDES
you stare at your screen in complete horror, what does he mean you sent titties? You checked the photo you sent and there it was, the nudes you had saved for dudes you were talking toâŚ. But you had accidentally sent them to the 2nd dude youâd never want to send nudes to, first being mineta.
The sound of fast stomps echoed down the hall, and you assumed it was Bakugo chasing Izuku or Kirishima. Then, you remembered that both Izuku and Kirishima were out doing hero training. So who was stomping down the hallway if not bakugo?
The door bursted open, it was a very panicked kaminari âIM SORRY LETS FORGET ABOUY THISâ he said as he snatched your phone âHEY!â You yelped, trying to grab your phone back âIM DELETING THE PHOTOS HOLD ON!â He screamed, bakugos yelling could be heard in the distance âSHUT IT.â His gruff voice exclaimed. You watched kaminari try to delete the photos, a panicked look on his face; while you watched him do this you looked him up and down, noticing the obvious bulge in his pants
he didnât have time to jerk off between you sending the photos and him bursting into your room? Your face turning pinker at the idea of his dick, he wasnât exactly small and he had a very pretty dick⌠the familiar warmth went straight for your lower bellyâŚ
kaminari was muttering quick apologies, trying as quickly as he could to delete the photos âimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryâ âDenki!â âIâm trying to not be such a creep and i basically just ruined it allâ â Denki!â âDONE! What?â He looked up at you âitâs fine, we all make mistakesâ you tried to calm him down but to be honest it was more yourself from your own flustered moment âWHAT FRIENDS SEND EACH OTHER NUDES?â He acted bewildered, throwing his hands âuh⌠friends with benefits?â You shrugged as you thought about it.
Denkis jaw dropped as he once again yelled âARE WE FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS? IVE NEVER EVEN SEEN YOUR BOO- oh wait yes I haveâ he calmed down at the thought, his eyebrows furrowing before his face proceeding to get a lot pinker. The hardness between his legs became a lot worse. âNOT THE POINT!â He said as he gently threw your phone into your lap, but you seemed preoccupied; Your eyes going between his eyes and his dick.
Denki stood face to face with you, trying to figure out where your line of sight was. Denki soon realised why your face was so pink and it wasnât because you had just seen his dick on camera or because you accidentally shown him your titties âare you.. are you looking at my dick?!â he seemed so surprised, not a bad surprised with how Pervy he was but just⌠surprised. âOH SHIT SORRY! H-HOW ABOUT YOU JUST L-LEAVE AND WE NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN YEAH?â You tried to push Denki out of your dorm, letting out a nervous laugh.
Denki saw an opportunity and he was going to take it? He suddenly resisted against your push and grabbed your hands to take them off his back âhey UhmâŚâ he starts âwell you do have very pretty tittiesâ he smirks and leans down to you, your whole face turning a much pinker shade âw-wha?â You stammered, trying to reach up and push Denki out âwhat? You do!â He chuckled and took a step forward âDenki what are you doing?â You crossed your arms against your chest, unknowingly giving him a better view of your tits. Denki grins and looks down at them âhey! Now youâre just showing them off.â He sneakily shut the door behind him.
âI-i wasnât showing them off!â The feeling of arousal became worse and worse, you began to realise he was probably trying to see if youâll let him see or even touch your boobs âwhat are you doing..?â You asked as you stepped back, Denki stepping forward âPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEMME SEE âEM.â The blonde begged, clasping his hands together as he could feel his pants get even tighter. âI wonât hurt you I promise! I wonât even tell anyone!â He kept begging, even going as far as getting on his knees.
You thought about it for a moment, your face going pink. âI mean.. as long as this stays between usâŚâ you mumbled, looking away to hide your obvious pink face. Denkis eyes lit up but then he tried to look more serious about it, not wanting to assault you obviously. You slowly sat down âAND NO HARD GRABBING! Iâm not in the mood for sore boobsâ you stuck your finger out at him, laying down some ground rules so you two were on the same page âdeal! Wait I can grab them?â His face lit up again âi suppose yeah⌠BUT DONT HURT ME.â You reminded him of the rule âIâll be gentle! Iâll be very gentle with youâ he raised his hands to show that he was being honest. You got yourself in a more comfortable position on the bed as you pulled your shirt off, chucking it to the other side of the room. While you didnât notice it, Denki was is absolute awe to see a girl in her bra at all.
âMkay calm downâ you giggled as tried to wake him from his trance, he shook his head to pull himself together. Denki slowly sat next to you on the plush mattress of your bed, he wanted to make himself comfortable for this. Why was he panicking so much?! You reached behind yourself and unclasped your bra, chucking it on the floor too before laying down on your back. Denki was again in complete awe, now he had a pretty girl laying down next to him with her tits out, this day could not get any better for Denki.
âAre you sure I can touch âemâ he mumbled, obviously wanting confirmation he was actually allowed to touch you. âYeah go on thenâ you smiled sweetly up at him, that made his brain overheat. Denkis hand reached out and slowly caressed over your left boob, paying extra attention to the sensitive bud on you. You let out a whimper and his face lit up, a new found confidence going him ability to keep going, his other hand reached out to caress your right tit. He soon found a way to hover over you as he squeezed and gently play with your tits. Denki chuckled in awe, he couldnât believe he out of all people was making you feel this good. Atleast he assumed you felt good because of the whimpers you let out.
Denki looked up at you and slowly lowered his head to suck on your right nipple. You let out a whine and gripped his hair, grabbing a fistful. He giggles against your boob and waves his tongue over the sensitive bud âshitâŚâhe whispered as he popped off your boob and leaned down to suck on the other one, fondling the one he just had in his mouth. You arched your back a little and let out a coo, running your fingers through his golden blonde locks. The blonde soon popped off your other boob, fondling both with his warm hands. He smirked smugly as he admired your body, he lowered his head again to kiss the valley between each breast before lowering his kisses down your belly as he listened to your sweet noises
âshit your actually really pretty, not like because I just sucked your tits itâs because your like actually pretty!â He sat up to admire you, you blushed and gripped the bedsheets âhmmph.â You pouted âdamn someoneâs got a attitudeâ Denki muttered as he went back to kissing your boobs and tummy, you slowly snaked your hand into his hair again and let out a series of whimpers with each kiss and suck. Denki grumbled when he realised that he didnât have any condoms, looks like a blow job will do fine.
âCan I uh.. take your shorts off?â He asked, trying to atleast make you comfortable âitâs okay if you donât wanna! Itâs completely up to you princessâ Denki grins up at you âyeah.. itâs fineâ you sat up on your elbows to look down at him, his face was flushed and his eyes sparkled with arousal. Denki placed his fingers under your waistband and pulled your shorts down âshit were going commando today?â His eyebrows raised as his pupils grew, he used his big hands to pull your thighs apart âoh my god your so wet..â Denki mumbled, he had a genuine idea on how to eat a girl out from the pornos he watched but other than that he didnât know how to pleasure you!
âyou gotta let me eat you outâ he looked up at you, Pupils blown and all. You let out a surprised whimper, then slowly nodded. âWith your words princess with your wordsâ he tapped your thigh with his finger, you gulped and looked down at your pussy âyeah.. sure you can eat me out..â you mumbled bashfully, Denki grinned and pulled your hips towards his face. Licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, you let out a moan and gripped the bedsheets ânghhâ your back arched off the mattress. Denki began to eat you out like a starved man, shoving his tongue inside and tongue fucking you before sucking on your clit, he pulled back with a pop and stuck his two fingers into his mouth to use as lube even though you were slick enough from your own juices and his spit for his two fingers to slide right in.
slowly Denki slid his fingers inside of you, stretching your walls out deliciously. You let out a desperate whine as he began to pump his thick fingers deeper and deeper, hr leaned back down to tongue at your clit. You sat up and gripped at his hair, he grunted against your clit. Causing a vibration against your core âtâmuch! Iâm gonna.. Iâm gonna..â you whined as the grip on his hair got tighter âholy shit am I about to make a girl cum?â He thought in his mind as he began to pump his fingers faster, making you release more and more moans. eventually you let out one last squeal before cumming hard on his fingers, you panted tiredly and looked down at his hand. Denki slowly pulled his fingers out, slick and cum glistening his fingers. Denki slowly stuck his fingers in his mouth and tasted you on his digits âshit.. pussy tastes goodâ he mumbled âhuh?!â You gasped âcalm down!â He chuckles and sat up, leaning his body over you âwould you please suck me off? Iâm actually really hard and itâs starting to hurt like a lotâ he said with a sigh, enjoying the thought of you chocking on his dick.
you gulped and looked down between his legs, the bulge looked painful. âYeah.. that looks like it hurts.â You nodded as you sat up straight, now completely naked infront of him. Denki grinned and sat down on the mattress, pulling his shorts and boxer briefs off his hips. Releasing his cock from the constraints of his pants , the poor thing was so hard that he even had precum dripping down the length of his dick:((
you sat down on the floor between his legs, your face blushing. Denki ran his hands through his hair, an attempt to calm his nerves. âYou know Iâve never had a blow job beforeâ he chuckles nervously as he watches you spit into your hand, you look up at him âIâve never been eaten out before this so itâs fineâ you told him, teaching over and beginning to stroke his lengthy cock. He let out a groan, your hand was so much better then his own fist. You leaned forward and licked the side; base to tip, giving the tip a couple swirls of the tongue. He groaned âshit are you sure youâve never done this before?!â He said with a groan âmhm..â you hummed against the tip, causing a vibration that made him moan. Denki grabbed a fist full of your hair and pushed your head down on his cock. âNghh fuck! That feels too good⌠Iâll probably cum quickâŚâ he groaned as he used his hand to help you suck it, face fucking you.
you could feel the tip of his length going down your throat, tears welling up in your eyes. You gripped his thighs tightly so you had something to hold onto âshit Iâm gonna fucking.. cumâ he grunted as he began to face fuck you a little faster, he pushed your face all the way down his cock before letting out spurts of hot cum âsoo fucking goodâŚâ he mumbled, letting your head go so you could breath. You pulled your face off his cock and slowly swallowed all of it, opening your mouth so he could see you swallows all of his seed âthatâs hotâŚâ he smirked and rubbed your cheek, and all of this came from doing homework
SHIT YOUR HOMEWORK.
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I WANT TO HEAR YOU SCREAMMM!
summary: whatever you do, do not fuck mr.ghostface!
tags: ghostface!geto x fem!reader, naoya mention .., set in the 90s and inspired by fear street!!, smut, Ĺral sex (m and f receiving), knife play, slightly mask kink, humiliation kink, exhibitionism kinda, death, mentions of blood, etc, mdni
w.c: around 3.6k (sorry I got carried away âŚ)
a/n: THANK U GUYS FOR 1.6K WAAAATTTT WE GOIN UPPPPP YEASSS
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you lean against the register, bored out of your mind as you scribble distorted faces on your companyâs notepad. working a night shift sucksâespecially a closing shift. you huff as the intercom blasts the latest rock song, a weak attempt to liven up the dead atmosphere. lately, the cd shop has been busy with customers buying vinyls, posters, and movies. ugh, it was so annoying having to scan the newest movie, scream. the line was always so long it nearly wrapped around the whole building!
you glance out the glass front doors, scanning the empty, dark streets, genuinely debating whether you should close two hours early since no one is coming. your attention shifts as you hear the bell ring, indicating a customer entering.
ugh.
your smile drops when you see naoya, your annoying coworker who flirts with you in the weirdest ways. heâs always condescending and putting you down until you found out from another coworker that heâs actually attracted to you. he walks toward you, standing in front of the register as if he were a customer. you honestly forgot he was still here after he said he would take a âfive-minuteâ break an hour ago.
âyou donât get paid to draw, now do you?â he says, leaning over to grab the notebook. you let him take it, but he rips the page clean, crumpling it in his fist. gosh, you hated when he acted like the manager. âanyways, Iâm clocking out! must suck having to stay for another⌠two hours!â he laughs, glancing at the clock above. he giggles as he walks behind the counter into the bright red font âemployees onlyâ room, leaving you scoffing in annoyance. you waste time fixing the decorations on the register as every minute drags by.
ring!
your heart stops when you hear the company phone ringing. who the hell calls at this hour? you pick up the corded telephone and force yourself into a professional tone.
âthank you for calling cursed tracks, how may I help you?â you say, lazily watching over the store. thereâs a long pause, and your brows furrow. is this a prank call?
âhelloââ
âwhatâs your favorite scary movie?â
you burst out laughing, doubling over at the blatant prank call. thereâs no way. itâs beyond cringey that you would be a victim of ghostfaceâs evil scheme. tears roll down your cheeks as you hang up the phone, your laughter still ringing in your ears. but then, you stumble backward, colliding with something solidâno, someone. your laughter halts as you slowly turn your head, gulping hard as your eyes drop in horror. screaming in genuine fear, you see him: ghostface, knife in hand, just like in the movies.
you stumble back into the counter, panic rising as you cry out, cornered in the booth. he drops his hand and bursts into laughter, and your brows furrow in confusion. he lifts his hand to remove the haunting mask, and embarrassment floods over you.
seriously.
ânaoya, that wasnât funny,â you snap, shoving him away as he continues to laugh uncontrollably. âyouâ you shouldâve seen your face! I wish I recorded thisâ we wouldâve been stars!â he wheezes, still amused as you find none of this funny. he continues to mimic your reaction, and you bite your lip to keep from lunging at him.
âstop wearing display costumes, asshole! youâre gonna get us in trouble,â you scold, turning away as he playfully bonks your head with the fake plastic knife. irritation washes over you.
âjeez, naoyaâ just leave already, youâre ruining my alone time,â you say coldly, clearly annoyed by his antics. you hear his footsteps retreating to the employee room, allowing you to calm down from his stupid joke.
you lean against the counter once again, watching over the store in boredom, your eyes feeling heavy as each minute passes. maybe you should really quit- youâre not getting paid enough for this. you roll your eyes at the ruckus coming from the room behind youânayoaâs making way too much noise.
bastard, you mentally insult him.
you close your eyes to rest them, feeling exhausted from the long shift when you suddenly sense someone standing behind you. your eyes shoot open, and your heart drops again as you turn around to see nayoa in that damn ghostface costume.
âvery fuckinâ funny, naoya,â you scoff, trying to ignore him, but he doesnât move. heâs breathing heavily under the mask, staying still as if waiting for your reaction. you turn to yell at him, but the words choke in your throat. your eyes drop to the knife heâs gripping in his hand, and it looks too realâdripping with what looks like blood. your breathing quickens as you glance at the fake plastic knife that naoya left on the counter, your eyes twitching in disbelief.
âo-okay, naoya, youâre scaring me.â
âdarling, whoâs naoya?â the male voice says, distorted through the maskâs speaker. tears rush to your eyes as you see blood seeping from under the employee room door.
you step back, your back hitting the counter, trapping you just like before when nayoa scared you. the male steps closer, tears spilling down your cheeks as fear overwhelms you; you canât call out for naoyaâheâs fucking dead!
without thinking, you attempt to jump over the counter, but before you can touch the ground, you feel yourself being yanked back by strong hands. you squeal at how fast he moves, pinning you against the wall with one hand holding you in place and the other gripping the sharp, bloody knife to your throat. your eyes widen, the blade too close to your artery. if you looked up at the popcorn ceiling. youâd see the end of itâyour life flashing before your eyes.
âoh pretty, you were just acting like a big girl,â geto coos, his voice soft yet terrifying. the grip on the knife loosens slightly as he pulls back his head, and your eyes remain shut, fear washing over you.
âyâr sooo fuckinâ nasty, huh,â geto comments, and your brows furrow as you stare at the creepy face behind the mask. he chuckles, and you follow his gaze downâoh fuck. you wish your body wasnât reacting on its own! youâre grinding your hips against his knee placed between your thighs, your rhythm so subtle you didnât even realize.
âletâs test how nasty you really get.â
those were the last words that echoed in your head as he had you behind the counter, knees grinding against the freezing floor, your jaw aching from the relentless thrusts. his thick cock slammed into your mouth with brutal forceâso deep that you swore you could feel him in your chest, the bulge in your throat visible as he used you mercilessly. both of his hands gripped your head with brutal force, his long fingers tangling in your curly locks as he fucked your face like a filthy fucktoy. his groans, muffled by the infamous ghostface mask, sent shivers down your spine, the hollow black eyes staring soullessly at you as he threw his head back in ecstasy. the obscene sounds of wet gags and sloppy suction filled the store, the mess overwhelmingâdrool and spit spilled uncontrollably from your mouth, coating his shaft and dripping down your chin, soaking into the front of your work shirt.
your nose repeatedly slammed against his crotch, the rough patch of his pubes tickling against your skin, making you tear up even more. the strain in your jaw was unbearable, his fat cock stretching you wide, each thrust so forceful you thought your jaw might snap. but you kept your grip on his jeans, fingers digging into the fabric as your throat was pounded raw. his heavy black boot was wedged between your legs, you couldnât stop grinding on him. each roll of your hips against his boot sent delicious friction through your core, and you were drenched, your panties soaked through your pants, sticking to your swollen folds. the slick sounds of your cunt rubbing against his boot mixed with the wet slurps coming from your mouth, each grind making you moan pathetically around his cock.
getoâs head dropped down to watch, eyes behind the hollow mask taking in the sight of youâa filthy, drooling mess on your knees with his cock buried so deep down your throat that a bulge swelled in your neck. drool poured from your lips in thick strings, and your hips moved desperately against his foot, grinding on him like you couldnât help yourself. but he didnât let you keep going. his movements stopped abruptly, and with a harsh yank, he pulled your head back off his cock, making you gag and cough, gasping for air. the sound of your desperate choking echoed through the store as strings of spit connected your swollen lips to his twitching tip, your eyes wide with lust and tears. the sight of you, completely ruined in your leggings, face soaked and pussy grinding against his boot, only made him harder, his cock throbbing in front of your face.
âyou jusâ canât help it, can you?â geto growls, his voice thick with cruel amusement as he grinds his boot harder into your cunt, your soaked panties doing nothing to dull the friction. the pressure sends jolts of filthy pleasure up your spine, making you cry out pathetically, your body writhing against him. his grin stretches behind the ghostface mask, those empty black eyes staring down at you, drinking in your desperation.
in a single, brutal motion, he rips you off the ground and slams you onto the counter, CDs clattering to the floor around you. your legs fly up, bent and spread wide, exposing you to him completely. his eyes rake over your body like youâre nothing more than prey. with a harsh tug, he rips your pants off, tossing them carelessly behind him. the moment his gaze lands on the soaked crotch of your panties, your clit twitches in response, your cunt clenching involuntarily, knowing whatâs about to come. the fabric is practically see through now, drenched in fear and filthy arousal, and it only makes his smirk widen behind the mask.
your eyes are glossy, chest heaving as your legs stay bent up, thighs trembling with anticipation. you should be terrified, and you areâbut the heat pulsing through your core is undeniable. the sight of him towering over you with that eerie mask, black eyes hollow and unfeeling, does something sick to you.
without warning, geto pulls a another knife from behind him, the blade gleaming dangerously in the store light. you gulp hard, a whimper escaping your lips as he waves it inches from your face, the cold steel sending a wave of fear coursing through you, but it only makes your cunt throb harder.
âdonât move,â he whispers darkly, dragging the tip of the knife down your neck, making your skin break out in goosebumps. the blade hovers over your chest, your nipples hardening as he traces your curves. he presses just enough to remind you of its sharpness, enough to let you know he could cut deep at any second. the threat lingers in the air, the thrill of it making your thighs tremble.
he doesnât hesitate when he reaches your shirt. with a quick flick of his wrist, you hear the rippppp of fabric as the blade slices your work button-up clean open, exposing your bare chest. the sharpness of the knife cutting through the material like paper sends a shiver of fear and arousal down your spine.
âcheap shit,â he sneers, but the way your nipples perk in the cool air has his cock straining even harder. his hand moves lower, the tip of the blade dragging dangerously over your trembling stomach, inching closer and closer to your cunt.
you gasp when he finally reaches your panties, the cold metal resting against the swollen lips of your pussy. âyâknow. . .â he trails off, voice thick with lust as he presses the flat of the blade against your clothed clit, the cold, sharp edge making you jerk involuntarily. ânever had someone so . . .desperate in their final moments.â
itâs humiliating how your clit twitches at the contact, how your cunt clenches around nothing, soaked and aching for him. he notices, of course, the way your hips twitch toward the blade, and the wetness thatâs already beginning to drip down your thighs.
âfuckinâ embarrassing,â he mutters, but his voice is laced with something darkerâheâs getting off on this, on how soaked you are for him. the knife slides lower, grazing your inner thigh, just shy of cutting you, the scrape of the blade against your skin sending shivers through your body. you can feel your pulse in your clit, each drag of the cold steel only making you wetter, more desperate.
âthis turning you on, baby?â he asks, his voice low and mocking. you canât even respond, too lost in the filthy heat coursing through you.
with a quick flick of his wrist, the knife slices through your panties, the sharp blade cold against your slick folds. you gasp, your pussy finally exposed, clit twitching as the cool air hits your drenched core. the knife grazes your swollen lips, barely a whisper of pressure, but itâs enough to make you moan, your cunt clenching desperately.
he hums in approval, staring down at your glistening pussy, the wetness dripping from your folds, thighs trembling as you lie there helplessly. getoâs exposed cock twitches painfully at the sight, his eyes narrowing behind the mask as he drinks in how ruined you already are.
âfuckkk,â he mumbles, voice thick with lust. he lets the knife trail up, dragging it over your clit just enough to make you gasp, the cold edge sending waves of agonizing pleasure through you.
youâre fighting the urge to touch yourself, legs trembling with need, but heâs dragging it out, watching you suffer, savoring every filthy, desperate moan that spills from your lips. your cunt clenches again, dripping, aching for more, but all he does is graze the blade over your sensitive skin, keeping you on the edge, waiting for him to finally take whatâs his.
without a second thought, geto rips off the ghostface mask, revealing his face in all its sinful glory. his long black hair cascades down his back, a few loose strands framing his face just right, giving him that perfect, messy look. your heart nearly stops at the sightâthose silver piercings in his lower lip glint under the lights of the CD store. fuck. your breath catches as you realize just how devastatingly hot he is, a man who could ruin you in every sense of the word.
âf-fuck, mr. ghostface. . .youâre so fucking hot,â you moan, your cunt clenching involuntarily at the sight of him. he smirks, catching your reaction instantly, bringing the blade right back to your dripping cunt, but now itâs differentânow you can see every twitch of that gorgeous smirk, every glint in his wicked eyes. nothing is processing in your mind at this point. youâre too far gone, body shaking as he holds all the power over you. he could do anything right now, and youâd let him.
geto leans in, inhaling deeply, letting your scent drive him mad before diving headfirst between your thighs. his lips find your cunt with no warning, devouring you like a fucking beast. his tongue plunges into your soaked hole with reckless abandon, the wet, obscene sounds echoing through the empty store. your back arches violently against the counter, the cold glass windows around the store only barrier between you and the outside world. if anyone walked by and caught sight of thisâfuck, youâd be fired in an instant. but the thrill of that thought only makes the heat in your core burn hotter.
your body reacts before your mind can catch up, hands flying to tangle in his thick, soft hair, yanking him closer. he groans deep, the sound vibrating through your clit as you pull his head in tighter. mr. ghostface loves his hair being pulledâcheck! you think, feeling the way his body reacts to your grip, only making him devour you more ruthlessly.
his nose nudges your clit, adding to the torment as his tongue relentlessly works your insides, the metal ball of his tongue piercing sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. itâs so nasty, so fucking loud as he slurps up your juices, the slick sound echoing around the store. you canât believe your body is making this much of a mess, slick dripping down your thighs, pooling on the counter beneath you. youâre losing it, completely undone by how heâs devouring you.
getoâs tongue is merciless, and just when you think it canât get any better, he brings two thick fingers to your entrance, thrusting them in deep. the stretch makes your head spin, his digits spreading you open wide as his tongue continues to work your cunt. he groans low in his throat, the vibrations sending another wave of ecstasy through your core. the sensation of his tongue, his piercing, and his fingers all working together has you seeing stars, your walls clenching around him uncontrollably.
âfuck, look at you,â he growls against your cunt, his voice muffled but still dripping with arrogance as his fingers curl inside you, finding your sweet spot instantly. your eyes roll back, legs shaking uncontrollably as the tension in your belly coils tighter. your grip on his head tightens, forcing him further into you, needing more, more of that perfect, filthy mouth. his lips close around your swollen clit, biting at it just enough to drive you insane, while his fingers pound into you relentlessly.
you catch a glimpse of his face between your thighs, his half-lidded eyes fluttering shut as a moan slips past his pierced lips, his tongue flicking out to lick your slick from the corner of his mouth like he canât get enough. heâs completely lost in you, ruthlessly making out with your cunt, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. the sight alone nearly pushes you over the edge, your body trembling violently as you feel your orgasm building, heat burning in your stomach, your cunt clenching around his thick fingers.
âlisten to how talkative she is,â geto sneers, a wicked smirk stretching across his face. without hesitation, his free hand grabs the storeâs telephone, fingers working quickly to connect it to the intercom. before you can process what heâs doing, he presses the microphone right up against your drenched, sloppy cunt.
your eyes go wide in horror as the filthy, wet sloshing of your pussy echoes through the entire store. the slick, obscene sounds of your cunt squelching and dripping around his thick fingers fill the air, amplified by the speakers. every thrust makes it squirt, the embarrassing symphony of your slick coating his fingers making your stomach drop with humiliation. youâre completely exposed, the sound of your bodyâs desperate reactions bouncing off the store walls, reminding you just how nasty this is.
the wet slaps, the relentless gushing of your cunt, and the squelching noises leave you utterly mortified. Itâs so loud, so filthy that if anyone were to walk by, theyâd hear everythingâand know exactly what a mess youâre making for him. every slick, nasty sound screams your shame, broadcasting to the entire store that youâre getting off to a literal serial killer!
âlook at you,â geto chuckles darkly, his voice dripping with arrogance. âso fucking nasty for me. all this for a killer? huh? you like knowing what a filthy slut you are?â
geto throws the telephone, letting it dangle by the cord, before roughly flipping you onto your stomach. your feet barely touch the ground as your chest presses into the counter- bent over, giving you a full view of the empty store. his eyes darken as he takes in your position, biting his lip at the sight of your ass wiggling back, grinding against his hard cock. you canât help but plead, your voice breathy and desperate.
âplease, mr. ghostface, youâve been sucha tease,â you whine, turning your head to watch him as he toys with his lip piercing, eyes fixed on you like heâs weighing his options. before you can beg again, he makes his choiceâsliding his fat, mushroom tip past your dripping entrance. the stretch of his tip slightly burning but- oh it felt so good. your body jerks forward with the slow, agonizing thrust, his thick crownhead teasing innn and outttt of your needy, aching walls. you cry out, wantingâno, needingâmore.
desperation overtakes you, and you try to fuck yourself back onto him, but his hand comes down hard, swatting your ass. the sharp sting only makes your pussy clench harder, and you hear him tut in disbelief at how filthy youâve become for him. âunbelievable how youâre this horny,â he sneers, gripping your hips tighter as if to hold you still.
âif youâre a virgin, just sayâahh,â you taunt- gasping loudly when his fingers wrap around the back of your neck, his grip firm as he pulls you flush against his broad chest. his thick tip remains lodged inside your cunt, teasing you with how little heâs giving, yet how desperately you crave more.
he leans in close, his breath hot on your ear. âiâd love to stay and prove your point,â he purrs, eyes flicking to the front of the store, where the bright blue and red lights of approaching police cars flash in the distance. your mind is too foggy, too consumed with lust to understand what heâs hinting at. âbut baby, your little coworkerâthe one you never bat your pretty lashes at,â he continues, his tone darkening as his grip tightens around your neck, turning your head toward the âemployeeâs onlyâ door.
thatâs when you see itâthe large, dark puddle of blood seeping from under the door, your coworkerâs lifeless body hidden from view.
âi-i donât care, i wanâ you,â you plead, tears stinging your eyes as your walls grip his girthy tip, trying to coax more from him. geto chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. he turns your head back toward the front of the store, where the police cars are getting closer. his hand slips away from your neck, leaving you trembling as he cruelly pulls his cock from your addicting cunt, leaving you empty and desperate as he swiftly tucked it back in his pants.
tears spill from your eyes as you feel him slipping away, denying you what you need. âheâs the one that ruined our fun,â geto says, his voice soft but menacing. âand sadlyâŚâ his words trail off, and you freeze as you feel the cold tip of a sharp blade pressing against your neck. you gulp hard, heart pounding as the reality of the situation sets in.
ââm really sorry, baby, but i canât have you snitching to the police, can i?â he whispers, and with a swift motion, the blade slices cleanly across your throat. blood trickles down in a warm line, your breath catching in your chest as your body collapses to the floor. the cold tiles beneath you feel distant as your vision blurs, the last thing you see is geto standing above you, pouting as he watches the life drain from your body.
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Sukuna
Pairing: Trueform!Sukuna x f!Reader
Summary: Your deity calls you to his presence to worship him.
Warnings: MDNI, Smut, two-dick sukuna, bit of a size kink, spitting, oral sex (m. receiving), handjob, biting, gagging, vaginal sex, squirting, creampie
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âMy lord.â You get on your knees, bowing your head in the presence of the deity. You were called to his presence, and you feel as if your heart is about to beat out of your chest while youâre in his presence. It feels as if his eyes burn into your skin when his gaze falls on you.
Thereâs a smirk on his face as he looks down arrogantly at you. Arrogance has always been a trait that youâve looked down upon men, but Sukuna does not fit in with men. Heâs anything but a man. Heâs a God, a being worthy of praise and worship.
âIâve been waiting for you.â His deep voice makes your breath catch up in your chest. You hear the amusement in his voice, which brings out a worry from deep within you. Youâve caught glimpses of the deity, a swift motion from him could snap you in half. âRise.â
You get off your knees, keeping your head lowered. You respect himâ You fear him. You were always taught that you couldnât respect someone without fearing them first, and Sukuna has your utmost respect. Youâve heard the horror stories about him, the fear that heâs caused. The fear that he still causes today; itâs the reason why you stand before him, out of fear and⌠oddly enough, admiration.
âLift up your head.â He says, and while youâre confused, you donât hesitate in doing so. Not following his orders in a manner of seconds could result in much worse. Your eyes slightly widen at the clear sight of him, heâs everything youâve imagined and more. Heâs smirking at you, and you wonder why he suddenly shows interest in you. âTell me your story.â
âMy lord, itâs nothing interesting.â You answer, and your face grows hot as you bite your tongue. You know immediately thatâs the wrong answer, yet you canât bring yourself to immediately apologize. The smirk fades away as a frown overtakes his face.
âI didnât ask. I gave you an order and you must follow it. Do you not know the rules of this place?â He doesnât raise his voice like youâve heard before.Â
Sukuna has seen you around, and itâs fair to say that heâs taken a liking to you. You look so soft and so sweet standing to the other servants he keeps around, but itâs not just that⌠Itâs something else about you. He canât quite put his finger on it.
âI apologize, my lord.â You bow down your head, and when you lift it up, a sigh leaves your lips. He grows impatient, but he knows youâre about to speak, therefore he gives you a couple of seconds to speak. âYou wreaked havoc in my old villageâ
âOut of fear? Is that it?â He sounds disappointed with the answer. He expected more⌠Yet when he looks at you, thereâs this certain spark in your eye, making him lay his head on his fist as a smirk overtakes his face again. Thatâs not all.
âNot just that, lord. But admiration.â You confess. Admiration⌠Itâs odd to come from you. As pretty as a flower, yet you admire a monsterâ Though he prefers the word God. âI was married to this man and well⌠You took care of that problem.â
âForced marriage?â He questions and you shake your head. Itâll sound like a sob story which makes you hesitant to speak up, but you know you canât shake your head and not give more details.
âWe were in love, until we got married and he decided that he didnât like me all that much.â You share, and he grows even more interested. âHe had several problems between women and drinking, bringing shame upon my name. But then you came along, my lord.â
âCome here.â He orders, and you walk over to him. Once in front of him, your heart races even faster. Your legs feel weak, and you feel like you might pass out right in front of him. Heâs even bigger than you imagined. His top right hand grabs your neck, and you almost cry out of fear, but unexpectedly, the hand goes under your chin, and tilts your head up. âDid you bear children?â
âI was unable to fulfill that task, my lord.â You tell him, too ashamed to admit that itâs the reason why your late husband lost all interest in you. Thatâs all he needs to know, that was the root of your problem. One swift look at you, and he knows youâre not the reason of it, but rather your late husbandâs fruitless seed.
âArenât you a wicked woman? Worshiping the monster that killed your husband.â He fights back on smiling. He likes that. He finds some sick and twisted pleasure from it. Truthfully, itâs not the worst thing that Sukuna has smiled about. Maybe itâs the worst thing that has made him aroused though.
âI donât view you as a monster, my lord.â You respond, and he cocks his eyebrow. âYouâre a God. No monster could ever compare to you.â
âHmm⌠Youâre right.â A guttural laugh comes from him. You begin to feel proud at the fact that youâve made him laugh. He begins to like you more and more by the second.
He licks his lips, looking you up and down. There was a reason he saved you and took you in as a servant. He called you in for a reason, he was going to fuck you even if he found you boring, but luckily for him, youâre even better than what he imagined. He orders, âWorship me like a God then.â
âIâll do anything you need me to do, my lord.â You respond, and you watch him undo his robes. You expected this the moment you were called by Uraume to show up before him. Either this, or your demise. Youâve heard rumors that Sukuna has taken many loversâ Partners is the most appropriate word, either way, you didnât expect him to lay his eyes on you.Â
âDo what you must.â He tells you, your eyes landing on the two dicks that stack up on each other. You shouldnât be shocked, but your eyes canât help but linger on it. Youâre curious, yet excited.Â
Youâre not sure how to proceed at first so you do what youâve usually done. You spit in your hand before your lips meet his, and Sukuna is taken back by it. Do you not know where your mouth is supposed to go orâŚ? Your tongue moves past his lips and enters his mouth, pressing against his while your hand wraps around his top cock.Â
Your hand begins to stroke his cock while your tongue wanders around his mouth. When you pull away, you get on your knees to put his bottom dick in your mouth. Your tongue circles around the tip, getting his precum on your tongue. You look up at the man, the expressions on his face telling you that heâs particularly sensitive. You kiss the tip of his cock before taking in as much as you can in your mouth.Â
Sukuna grabs the hand that strokes his cock, and guides it, setting a pace thatâs more pleasing for him. He notices just how small you are compared to him, and it fucking drives him wild. Your free hand cups his heavy balls before you begin to massage them. He grabs the back of your head, pulling your mouth away from his bottom dick.
âTop one needs attention too, bitch.â He tells you, and you switch. Your mouth wraps around his top dick while you begin to jerk off the bottom one. Itâs a bit overwhelming since itâs so much for you, but youâre enjoying the experience.Â
Youâre looking up at him, reading his every expression. He looks at you as if you were inferior, someone thatâs barely even worthy of his consideration. Itâs because you areâ Though you canât read the fact that Sukuna is fighting back from making any noise.Â
Sukuna groans as you attempt to take more in your mouth. Itâs not all, but itâs enough to bring tears to your eyes from gagging. Sukuna chuckles when he sees the tears that stream down your face as you try your best to bring him the most pleasure you can. What youâre doing is doing wonders, but not for the reason you think. One of his hands goes to the back of your head, and he forces your head to stay. Your eyes look the prettiest when they cry because of him.
âDoing a better job than I expected.â Sukuna says, letting go of your head. You take your mouth off his cock, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his shaft. You begin to jerk both of his cocks off while you lean up to try and kiss him, but his thumb presses down on your bottom lip before telling you, âOpen up.â
You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out which allows him to bring his lips together and spit in your mouth. Itâs a gift from him to you, one that you gladly accept. He orders you to swallow, and you do so without a problem. Youâre a blind follower to his word.Â
Youâre about to focus on his cocks again, but he forces you up. He wants more. Something different. He rips the cloth that covers you to pieces, and before you can even properly process it, Sukuna has you sitting on his lap. You squeeze your thighs together, a sudden shyness taking over you. As quickly as you shut them is as fast as he spreads them apart, âToo late for you to be shy now, woman.â
Two of his long fingers run through your slick folds, gathering your wetness. He isnât all that surprised that youâre already wet, youâre about to be fucked by your God, of course youâre excited. Your slick goes down to your asshole and he begins to tease it. He wants to bury both of his cocks within you, but he knows that itâll take a little more adjusting. He isnât completely ruthless, and sometimes has compassion for things he cares aboutâ Not that he cares about you, but he doesnât want to hurt you either.
Sukunaâs tongue glides from your shoulder to your neck, his bottom set of arms lifting you up. The tip of his cock runs through your folds, and he bites down on your neck when he pushes his cock inside of you. You loudly moan as he fills you up.Â
âIs it too much for you? I think you can handle it for your God.â Sukuna says, not giving you a moment to adjust before he begins to bounce you on his cock. He isnât the type to give out praises, but fuck, you feel so fucking good around him. Almost like a fucking virgin.Â
Your nails dig into the supple flesh of his arms, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his cock hits every right spot. Youâre meant to be pleasing him, yet heâs making you feel euphoric. Heâs so generous with you, you donât remember the last time someone made you feel this good.
âOh, fuckâ Sukuna!â You yell out, and he doesnât recall ever giving you permission to use his name. But itâs pretty when it rolls off your tongue so heâll allow it to happen just this once. Perhaps if it was someone else the situation would be different, but heâll be generous with you this one time.Â
Two fingers enter your mouth with the sole purpose of shutting you up. His mouth goes to your ear and he scolds you, âDonât ever fucking use my name without my fucking permission, stupid bitch.â
He bites down your earlobe gently. Heâs too much for you to handle. He moves you with his bottom set of arms, one arm has the hand that gags you, and his final arm goes down, two fingers beginning to play with your clit. You didnât think that sex with a deity would be so⌠Youâre practically out of the world. You feel as if youâve ascended to heaven.
Sukuna takes his fingers out of your mouth, moving the hand down to stroke the cock thatâs being left out. Being nice comes at a cost to his pleasure, and itâs fair to say that the selfish man doubts heâll be doing it again.Â
Your walls begin to tighten around him, your climax quickly approaching. You have never felt so fucking good before, especially not with a man. You know Sukuna canât be considered a man though.Â
âFuckâ Iâm gonnaââ You begin, and before you can even finish your sentence, you squirt all over him. Sukuna canât help but chuckle, smacking your cunt as you release the liquid all over him. Thatâs certainly a first for him, although itâs not surprising since in sex he always cares about receiving and never about giving.Â
You keep holding on to him, your sharp nails nearly digging blood from his skin. Heâs grunting, his release near. You feel so fucking good around him, better than he expected. He canât help but tell you, âNext time, Iâm putting both of them in.â
The thought is driving you wild, yet youâre already excited even when he isnât done with you yet. Sukuna loudly groans when he reaches his climax, cum shooting out both of his cocks. He fills your cunt up, while some of his cum goes to waste in the air. Heâll make sure that heâll completely stuff you next time though.
Sukuna keeps his cock buried inside of you, catching his unregulated breath. He speaks into your ear, âLook at me, being nice to a little bitch and not completely stuffing her. Next time youâll have to handle both.â
âIâm sorry, lord.â You respond, and he laughs.
âYou did a good job.â He canât help but compliment you since he hasnât felt this good in a while, and youâre over the moon with his praise.Â
âThank you.â You reply, fighting back the big smile that threatens to come on your face. Sukuna takes his cock out, and he chuckles as he sees that your clothes are shredded to pieces. âI have toââ
âIâll call a servant for a new robe for you. Nobody can see you naked but me.â He interrupts you. His hand goes under your chin and he tilts your head to look at every side of your face, âDonât want anyone to look at my wife naked.â
âHuh?â Your eyes widen, caught off guard with his words.
âIâve decided that youâre going to be my wife.â
#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna#sukuna ryomen#jujutsu kaisen sukuna#jjk sukuna#sukuna smut#jujutsu sukuna#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n
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ââ (đŚ)đđĽđđđ ! ft. mingyu
⧠synopsis; you like to scare your fuckbuddy as much as you like to hide your feelings from him. â first fic of lola's spooktober
⧠pairings; fuckbuddy! mingyu x fem! reader ⧠genre; smut, fluff, humor, fwbs to lovers ⧠w.c; 3.7k+ ⧠warnings; mentions of blood (not involved in smut and not too gory), mentions of food, brat taming, spanking, unprotected sex, MINGYU IN A CROP TOP, oral (m. & f. receiving), (s)creaming (duh), rough sex, creampie, reader can be picked up, jealousy, they're both emotionally constipated, i'm sorry to all emilys lmao, reader is TERRIFIED of feelings (that's the horror) ⧠a/n; oh my god, one fic is finished. 12 more to go đ hope you guys like this lmao
ring, ring. ring, ring.
mingyu casts a glance towards the telephone, still continuing to chop up the vegetables.
âfuck!â mingyu yelps, quickly retrieving his left hand from the cutting board. a drop of blood trickles down his hand from the fresh cut. he mutters another curse and runs some water on his hand.
ring, ring.
with a roll of his eyes, he turns off the tap and moves to pick up the call. âhello?â he mutters, observing his wound.
he frowns into the receiver when the line stays silent. he sucks on the cut, more preoccupied with it than whoever the caller was. he waits a couple of seconds before hanging up.
a pair of hands push his back, causing him to turn around. he screams, finding a figure clad in a black robe and a mask with a knife. he crouches and covers himself, trembling with fear. as if that'd prevent him from getting murdered.
you grow soft, immediately regretting your decision to prank him. you take off the mask, and discard it along with the knife. you stretch your hand to touch him, to let him know that it's just you.
and now, you're pinned to the countertop, hands tied behind. the cold tile digs into your back and you watch as mingyu's face contorts from anger to confusion to relief and finally disappointment.
laughter pours from your lips, filling the walls of his apartment. the gentle hum of the heater mixes with the light pitter-patter of the raindrops on the window panes. yellow leaves sway through the wind, fluttering through the sky.
summer fades into autumn, settling for a melancholic disposition instead of the cheery spirit. your relationship with mingyu also changes along with the seasons.
though you agreed for a no-strings-attached relationship, it was impossible to control your feelings. falling in love with mingyu was inevitable and maybe it was obvious too. but who would give up any chance to fuck the kim mingyu?
âgod, you suck!â
he pouts, and frees your arms from his grip. his annoyed expression only prompts you to laugh more. he rolls his eyes but there's a smile on his lips. you place your hands on his waistâoh.
your fingers graze the bare skin of his abdomen, and you ogle him with a smirk. he adorns a white crop top with a pair of blue sweatpants. your eyes snap to his but he averts them. a shy smile graces his lips, a telltale sign that he's blushing.
you lean and whisper into his ears, âand you love it.â
he scoffs and you push him away but not before you pinch his waist. a yelp erupts from his throat and you jog away from him before he could return the favor.
the mask and the knife catch your eyes, prompting you to put them away somewhere else. and obviously, you make a show of bending over, knowing that he's watching. it doesn't take much to rile mingyu. a pair of low-hanging gray sweats and a short crop top is enough.
âyou really wore that?â you see him take out his first aid box and he flashes you a glance before sorting through the box. âin this weather?â
âshit, what happened?â you ask, approaching him with worry as he peels a band aid. you click your tongue, observing the wound on his right forefinger. you help him stick the band aid, and scold him for his carelessness.
âdon't dodge the question.â
âi'm not dodging shit,â
âyou are.â
âtalk to the hand!â you show him your hand and walk away, placing the mask and the fake knife in a safer place. you hear a scoff from his side and wiggle your butt in response.
âwhere'd you even get that?â his breath hits your neck and you freeze at the proximity. when the fuck did he even follow you?
âwh-what?â you muffle a gasp when he presses his boner against your ass. blood rushes to your cunt, and it throbs with need. soon, he's pressing his entire body weight on yours. he rests his head on your shoulders and his hands wander to the graze the skin of your stomach. goosebumps erupt all over your skin.
âi asked, where did you get that?â his tone sends a shiver down your spine, right to your core. âdid you already go dumb?â he sneaks his hand past your sweats, toying with the waistband of your panties.
âbet you're wet too.â a low chuckle emits from him when you squeeze your thighs, affirming him.
âfrom the-the store next to our usual video store.â you whisper, voice barely audible. he hums, pulling away from you. your back feels cold, and you want to pull him back and glue yourself to him.
he turns you around in his embrace and grabs the mask. he slips it on, and tilts his head at you. you watch him do so, paralyzed in your place. next, he takes hold of the fake knife. a gasp leaves your lips when he snaps into two and discards it with a nonchalant shrug.
he takes off the mask, and tosses it somewhere. you see a sliver of what is lurking behind his brown irises. and it makes you throb all the harder. your arousal drips down, sticking to your panties. heat licks your skin when he eyes you, as if you're a piece of meat, waiting to be devoured.
he snaps the waistband of your sweats and you flinch. âbrat.â he hisses through his teeth, right into your ear. he nibbles on your earlobe, and sniffs you like a hound dog.
he pulls away from you, setting his dark eyes on your wide ones. your panties stick to your core like second skin. the cool tile of the counter is soothing against your sweltering skin. mingyu's scent invites you in, making your head dizzy.
he steps back again and you rush to fill the gap between you and him. a condescending chuckle resonates from his chest as he grabs hold of your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin. he leans down, sniffing your neck once again. this time, he traces your skin with his teeth.
the sensation makes goosebumps erupt all over your skin. then, he sinks his teeth in. sharp canines dig into your jugular, right into your vein. he doesn't release you, continuing to mark you his. and when the blood flows back to your heart, it will be poisoned with his essence and your heart will beat to the rhythm of his name.
once he's satisfied, he licks the mark. a proud smirk tugs at his lip as he observes his work. he meets your eyes, worried by your silence. but your glazed eyes and parted lips reassure him.
for the first time tonight, his lips meets yours. they're soft, warm and the taste of his chapstick greets your tongue when you lick his lips. he lets you in. your tongue glides over his in a warm, wet kiss.
hooking your arm around his neck, you pull him in closer. your right leg rides up, resting on his hips. his hand hooks beneath your other leg and he swiftly lifts you. you gasp into his mouth and he takes advantage of it, deepening the kiss.
mingyu is invasive. in the best way possible.
he loves exploring the crooks and nooks of your body. his curious hands and wide eyes flusters you always. his tongue traces the ridges of your teeth and the veins underneath your tongue. he plops you on the couch and moves to get rid of his crop top.
sweat glistens on his exposed abdomen. you're tempted to run your tongue on his abs, rake your nails on them and leave the prettiest marks on him. soon, the cloth falls on the ground, leaving mingyu in his half naked glory.
as much as you wish to kiss his abs and pecs, you know he wouldn't allow it. and you don't even want to consider the possibility of a punishment. though, it lights your skin aflame with excitement, you want to get this over with and get him inside you already.
he cards his hand through his hair and licks his lips, gazing down at you with his deep, dark eyes. your pussy throbs when you notice the huge bulge in his pants. you almost let out an embarrassing moan but you bite your lips, containing yourself.
mingyu is quick, tugging both your pants and underwear down in one go. but he does something you did not expect.
âbut-but i didn't do anything!â you squeal as he bends you over his lap. his thick thighs are spread on the couch and youâre over his lap with your ass up. mingyu's large hand kneads your ass, preparing you for your âpunishment.â
âmingyu, i didn't do shit. leavââ
a loud smack echoes through the walls of his apartment followed by a quick cry. you snatch a pillow from the couch and bite it to quieten your moans and cries.
âyou don't want me to show skin in public but you can slut yourself out to everyone? huh?â
another spank. this time to your other cheek. you release the pillow frantically to give him an answer. but he shuts you down, âdid i give permission to talk?â
you muffle your cries with the pillow again as he continues to spank you. you hate that you get so wet when he spanks you. and you also hate that he knows how much it turns you on. mingyu spreads your ass, fingers brushing your core to tease you.
you shiver as he ghosts his thumb over your core, whimpering like a bitch in heat. âoh fuck,â his deep timbre voice reaches you along with the wet noises of his fingers burying inside your pussy.
he pulls out, observing his slick-coated fingers. âgod, you're so fucking wet.â
you moan into the pillow and turn your head to see him licking his fingers clean. you mistake his momentary distraction as the end of your punishment. you wiggle under his grip, trying to free yourself when he delivers another slap to your ass.
âdon't remember telling that you can move.â he hisses, self-restraint dissolving as the time passes. he takes deep breaths, trying to control himself. trying not to split you open right then and there.
it's a lost cause though. all it takes is one look at your sopping cunt for him to break. he swiftly moves, settling you on the couch before he kneels on the floor. mingyu doesn't say anything, diving right away into your cunt.
he holds your legs apart, devouring you like a starved man. the sounds of his tongue meeting your cunt fills your ears, bringing you the utmost pleasure. he doesn't care to be neat and tidy. your arousal drips down his chin as he coats your pussy with his saliva.
his nose brushes against your clit, pleasuring you. he sucks and slurps at your hole, like a dog thirsting for water. he gives your cunt a few long licks before he occupies himself with your clit. his soft lips wrap around your clit, sucking it with fervor.
it overwhelms you and drives you to the edge. your legs tremble under his hold. though you know what's gonna happen, you stay wishful and moan. â'm gonna cum!â
mingyu can turn anything into a punishment. you regret saying the words when he stops and pulls away. he looks divine, you think. with your arousal coating his lips and chin, hair messed up and falling in front of his eyes. and of course, his eyes that hold an ancient hunger and lust.
you watch as he leans down and presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. soon after, his teeth sinks in. a breathy moan leaves you. the pressure of his teeth on your skin heightens your pleasure. he pulls away when he's satisfied and licks the mark.
âmm, i wanna cum, gyu.â your voice trembles as he ascends upon you. his brown eyes seem to have changed a shade darker and they swirl with an emotion that you can't pinpoint. but it's enough to send shivers down your spine.
âbad girls don't get to cum, remember?â terror settles in your bones, listening to his deep octave voice.
âbut-but, mingyuââ before you finish your sentence, he throws you over his shoulders, landing a slap to your ass in the process. you yelp but let him have his way.
he moves to his bedroom, turning on the lights with one hand before he tosses you on the bed. he removes your top and does the same with his pants and boxers. he roughly manhandles you and it makes your cunt all wet and soppy again. he flips you on your fours and mounts on top of you.Â
his warm chest presses against your back. you feel his heart beat on your back and yours beat in sync with his, a melody of aching and yearning. you've grown to love this position with mingyu. it's intimate but still gives you privacy to hide your feelings. it stops you from gutting yourself and giving him your beating heart.
you think if you were ever to rip your heart out and give it to him, it'd still beat. as long as he holds it, it will beat.
his cock grazes your inner thigh and you arch your back, making it easier for him. his tip grazes your clit as he positions himself. you grow needier as the seconds pass, wanting nothing but for him to fill you and spliâ âshit, condom.â
âjustâjust fuck me!â
he doesn't listen, moving to grab a condom from his night table. he knows you like it raw, and that he's the only person to have fucked you raw too. exactly why he's wearing a condomâto punish you.
he tears the packet open with his teeth and pulls the condom out. mingyu pulls you to the edge of the bed, silently asking you to slip the condom on him. you oblige but with a pout and sad eyes.
you spit on his cock and rub it all over his length. pumping his cock a few times, you kiss the tip. the taste of his precum on your lips makes you forget what you were supposed to. instead, you wrap your lips around his tip, and suck him off.
âfuck,â he groans, losing himself in the warmth of your mouth. but he snaps out of it quickly, and pulls your lips off him. âdid i ask you to do that?â
your pretty eyes staring up at him, makes it harder for him to hold his composure. your eyes are glossy and yearning swirls within your irises. your lips are swollen, coated with his precum and your spit.
a small smile decorates his lips when you pout and roll the condom on him. there's it again, the weird feeling in his chest. he presses his lips into a thin line, hiding his smile when your eyes dart to his face.
mingyu doesn't waste time and flips you over. you're bent over the edge of the bed, the soft duvet is cold against your burning skin. he uses one of his hands to pin your arms behind your back. the other guides his cock into your cunt.
it isn't a tough task to enter you, considering how wet your cunt is. he easily slides in, your gummy walls giving him a warm hug. you mewl and squirm as his length stretches you out. he takes a deep breath, trying to contain himself.
his other hand holds your hips, holding you down when he starts thrusting. he fucks you like an animal, hips meeting yours in a brutal pace. his balls hit your clit with every thrust, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.
he lets go of your hands to grip you better. he stops for a moment, angling himself better. then he snaps his hips. your hands fly to grip the duvet as a string of curses fall from your lips. the new angle lets him graze your sweet spot and it renders your body trembling with pleasure.
your mind blanks, any rational thought leaves you as mingyu abuses your hole. his tip kisses your insides with a fervor you've grown familiar with. your arousal drips down your trembling thighs and you grip the sheet tighter.
broken moans rumble from your throat. and they only get louder with each of his thrusts. the neighbors would surely knock on the door, complaining about the noise but you can't find it in yourself to care. especially when they think that you're his girlfriend, it sets you aflame. the prospect of being considered âhisâ seems both horrifying and relieving.
something in you snaps and you push him off you. you turn to face a confused mingyu and push him on the bed. you take off his condom and discard it before mounting his figure. he falls back when you push him lightly.
you straddle his hips, holding yourself up slightly to take him inside you. you guide his cock inside you. it spills with precum and twitches in your hold. he moans, feeling your warm walls envelop his cock without the rubber. you move slowly at first, then pick up your pace.
pretty moans spill from your lips. his cock is buried deep inside you as you ride him. you grind your hip on his, chasing some friction on your little nub. adrenaline pumps through your blood, and a lust haze takes over your mind.
you start bouncing on his cock, riding him with all the strength you've got. his hands grips your hip, nail-shaped imprints forming on it under pressure. you love and treasure all forms of marks he leaves on you. the hickeys, the handprints, the nail marks. even the ones he leaves on your soul, your heart and mind.
âoh, mingyu.â you whisper, mouth wide open as you suck in sharp breaths. you grind down on him, spreading the sticky mess of your slick over him. he groans in response, sitting up to help you move.
he makes you ride him, using his strength to maneuver your hips. his lips attach to one of your nipples, tongue flicking on the bud in a calculated move. then he sucks fervently, heightening your pleasure. you move your hips with more enthusiasm at that.
you don't think that there's any part of you that mingyu hasn't touched and set it aflame. heat licks your skin with his every movement. and you only wish for this to never end. you pull him closer and closer, till it isn't physically possible.
he switches to your other bud, soft lips wrapping around the sensitive nub. he wets the hardened nipple, swirling his tongue around it and biting it ever-so-lightly to provide you just the right amount of pleasure.
mingyu knows you. inside out. he knows where, how and when to touch you. he knows what breakfast you like, your comfort movies, your favorite season, the reason why you don't like emily from down the street (technically, making him dislike her too).
but it seems he's oblivious to your feelings. or maybe you've done a really good job at hiding them. because the other day, mingyu asked who was your favorite person, and you blurted out âyou.â to your relief (and dismay), he laughed it off. you were glad hearts couldn't speak, because if they did, yours would scream his name with every beat.
you slow down your movements, overwhelmed by the sudden surge of your feelings. you tap on his shoulders, letting him take control. he lays you down on the bed, hands on either side of your head as he positions himself.
to your surprise, he moves slowly. the stroke of his hip knocks the breath out of your lungs. the thrust is so soft, it brings tears to your eyes. he continues the same damned pace while holding eye contact with you.
you want to scream at him, push him away, and run out of his apartment. what a horror is it to be looked at tenderly? to be held gently, as if you were porcelain?
warmth pools in your stomach and your breathing turns rapid. so does mingyu's. he twitches inside you, and you clench around him. it makes him gasp for breath, and you give him yours by pulling him in for a kiss. if he looks at you any longer, you might just cease to exist.
it seems that today is a horrifying day to you. even his lips are gentle on you. they lack the usual fervor, the animalistic nature. like his kisses were a warning that he might devour you open. but mingyu never expected you to lay yourself in front of him, asking him to rip you open with your arms held out.
the bed creaks gently, affirming you that this is real. yes, this is happening. no, you aren't dreaming of it.
another twitch, a clench and two moans in unison. mingyu cums inside you, painting your walls with white fluids. he continues to thrust, and the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. it snaps, and you climax with an intensity that leaves you trembling in his embrace.Â
he collapses next to you on the bed and turns to lie on his back. his chest heaves, trying to suck in all the oxygen available. you do the same while staring at the ceiling along with him.
the clock ticks, and the pitter-patter of rain continues. the gentle hum of the heater is audible again. everything is back to normal and you'll pretend as if you didn't almost spill your heart to mingyu and carry on with life. a routine you've grown used to.
a sigh leaves your chest and you sit up, moving to get dressed. but mingyu pulls you back, entangling his limbs with yours. he rests his head on your chest and breathes in your scent. he looks peaceful in your arms.
but you aren't. the alarms in your mind are blaring and red lights flashing. a breach in the system, a break in the routine. you bring a hesitant hand to his head and caress his hair. your hand trembles and you card your fingers through his hair once. twice, thrice. till your heartbeat goes back to normal and your hand isn't trembling anymore.
unbeknownst to you, mingyu was panicking on his own. he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing or feeling. in a drunk-daze, he cuddled you. only realising his mistake when he felt you freeze under him. but you play with his hair and draw shapes on his skin. he smiles and snuggles into you, while his heart palpitates.
after a few minutes of silence, he hears you say, âi'm hungry.â
then mingyu realises that he was cooking before you jump scared him and he âpunishedâ you in return. he turns sulky immediately and moves off you.
âwell, i was cooking before you scared me and jumped my bones.â he climbs off the bed, giving you the perfect view of his ass. you move quickly and slap his ass before jogging to the door. âi jumped your bones? i'm sorry you were the one who was jealous of me showing my slutty waist.â
âjealous?â he scoffs under his breath. he retrieves his pants and boxers quickly and wears them. the sound of your giggles and footsteps make him smile and he chases after you.
he sees your naked figure analyze his crop top in the living room. you slip it on and turn towards him with a smirk. âyou're still naked in it.â he tells in a matter-of-fact voice.
âit covers my tits,â
âi can see your ass.â he deadpans and you bend over, wiggling your butt at him. he rolls his eyes and moves to the kitchen. you follow him with a smile on your face and mirth in your eyes.
the ghost face mask catches your attention and you take it. an idea suddenly pops in your mind. your body grows hot again and your heat throbs. turning around, you find mingyu standing right behind you. he turns you again and bends you over the counter.
you think he's going to fuck you again but instead feel a damp cloth on your cunt. you hiss and he apologizes, pressing the cloth softly to clean you up. one of his hands caresses your ass, and he leans down to kiss the swollen muscle.
what the fuck?
mingyu discards the cloth and turns the stove on, returning back to cooking as if nothing happened. as if nothing changed.
you feel it in the air. there isn't just lust between you anymore along with the acts of friendship. there's something else, something more tender and lighter. it's in the forefront of your brain but you don't want to acknowledge it now.
so you dart your eyes all over his apartment, trying to find any changes in the layout you have memorized in your head. you look at the kitchen cabins.
nice cabins, you think, observing them more closely. then you see it. the cabins are coloured in a familiar shade of brown. the shade of brown you'd recognize anywhere. because shades of brown remind you of him always, like wisps of love.
love. you take a deep breath and fidget with the top. you look down at it, trying to distract yourself. but of course, life will play out the way it wants to. you see the imprinted number â10â staring back at you.
âmingyu?â he hums in response.
and you can't help the smile that adorns your face. âdid you buy this because i told you it was my favorite look on johhny depp?â
youâre pleading in your head for him to tell âyesâ or maybe, âyes, i'm jealous of everyone you fancy. i'm jealous of everyone who has touched you before this. i want to erase all of them from your mind. i want you to remember only me. yes, yes, yes! i love you..â
he looks back at you, a streak of vulnerability in his face. he doesn't tell you anything, not a single word or a syllable. he lowers the flame and turns around to face you fully.
a few moments of silence pass. then he speaks up.
âhave i ever .. told you?â his brown eyes look at you pleadingly and you do the same. you understand his silence, his breaths, his heartbeat. as if you know a language only you both speak.
âthat you're my favorite person?â
you move and stretch your arms towards him. he does the same. you kiss him, he kisses you. you share your breath with him and he shares his warmth with you.
the gentle hum of the heater mixes with the light pitter-patter of the raindrops on the window panes. yellow leaves sway through the wind, fluttering through the sky. only now you realise that they're singing the melody of a love song to which the leaves dance with mirth.Â
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đŞ Slasher đŞ Choose Your Own Ending
pairing: DARK horror movie villain!bucky barnes x female reader
summary: somehow, you end up in your favorite old horror movie, and you decide to take the opportunity to fulfill one of your fantasiesâyou're gonna fuck the villain, bucky barnes.
warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), dark themes and elements, typical horror movie violence (blood, murder, some gruesome descriptions), smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampie, unsafe sadist/masochist dynamic (reader is into it but there are no safe words), dry humping, knife kink, size kink, chase kink, oral sex (m receiving), rough sex, rough body play, light spanking, choking, breath play, bratting/brat taming (reader is slightly unhinged), dirty talk, degradation kink, praise kink, boot riding, dacryphilia, pet names (cottontail, baby), reader passes out during sex, possessive behavior
word count: 13.3k total (11.6k with only the dark ending; 11.9k with only the fluffy ending)
a/n: i really didn't know if i'd be able to finish this fic in time for the end of my Slasher Summer challenge because it's probably one of the most ambitious fics i've ever attempted. it's loosely inspired by the movie The Final Girls (highly recommend) but i couldn't decide how i wanted it to end, so y'all get TWO ENDINGS!! both are included here, with additional warnings down below. i worked really hard on this, so i really hope y'all enjoy!!! đ
The last thing you remembered was the feel of fuzzy static on your tongue, fizzling through your arms and legs and making you feel like every nerve ending in your body was buzzing to life. You had a vague memory of licking something you probably shouldnât have, but then your ears popped and you felt solid ground beneath your feet.
Staticky silence was suddenly replaced by shrill screams of excitement and the mechanical whirring of carnival rides. The rich scents of funnel cakes and popcorn and cotton candy filled your nose, making your mouth water with the desire to eat your weight in fried food.
Blinking your eyes openânot remembering when youâd closed themâyou were met with the entrance to the Bakersfield Fun Fair. The big banner declaring the name of the carnival sparked a hazy recognition deep in your mind, but when you looked around, you didnât quite recognize where you were, and you had no memory of how youâd gotten there.Â
Still, something about the fairground, with its ticket booth and carnival rides and all kinds of stalls selling food or touting games to play for prizes, felt familiar. Like youâd seen it in a dream, or when you were a child the memory was a distant thing.Â
Muggy summer air brushed against your skin with a soft breeze that helped to alleviate the worst of the heat, the air holding a hint of chill as the sun set on the distant horizon. It cast everything you could see, which was mainly just the carnival and the grassy field being used for a parking lot, in a golden glow.Â
Finally, it occurred to you to look down at yourself, finding that you were wearing cutoff jean shorts and a plain tank topâneither of which you recognized.Â
The confusion youâd held at bay suddenly overwhelmed you, making you feel as dizzy as if youâd just ridden the tilt-a-whirl, which you somehow knew was nestled somewhere in the fairgrounds. Your stomach lurched as your mind tried to make sense of where you were and how youâd gotten there. You closed your eyes and tried to think.Â
As you concentrated, memories began to surface in your mind, like you were dragging them up from the depths of a deep, murky lake.Â
It wasnât summer. It was fall, you remembered, and just moments before youâd been curled up on the worn, aged rug in your grandmotherâs basement. You were housesitting for her while she was on a cruise.Â
You remembered closing your laptop, heaving a huge sigh of relief at finishing work for the day, then going down into the basement. Youâd spent countless hours there as a teenager watching movies on the big, boxy TV set, the kind where you could feel the static if you put your hand against the screen. Your favorite movies to watch were the horror onesâŚ
That was it!Â
That was why Bakersfield and the carnival seemed so familiar. Bakersfield was the small town terrorized by the ruthless villain in your favorite horror movie, Slasher, and the final actâs killing spree took place at the townâs annual end of summer carnival. The Bakersfield Fun Fair.
And the villain was Bucky Barnes, a psychotic killer with a sadistic sense of humor and piercing blue eyes.Â
Youâd had a crush on him when youâd first watched Slasher as a teenager, and your attraction to him remained even well into your adult years. Youâd decided to put the movie on because youâd been lonely at your grandmotherâs, figuring a night with your favorite horror movie slasher would be the closest thing to a date you could get.
Once you remembered that, the rest of it came back to you. Youâd been curled up on the rug in front of the TV, and your favorite scene had come on. It was the one where Bucky is cleaning a bullet wound in his shoulderâgiven to him by the movieâs mean girl, right before he brutally stabs her in the headâand he had his shirt off, showing the broad expanse of his muscled chest.
It hadnât been your finest moment, but you were lonely and you got it into your head to lick the screen of the TV over Buckyâs bare chest. And then, that was it. That was all you rememberedâand the feeling of static on your tongue.
Opening your eyes, you looked up at the banner again. You blinked. And blinked again. Then you pinched yourself. You didnât wake up.Â
The sign still read Bakersfield Fun Fair. ButâŚthat was impossible.
Your jaw went slack as you looked aroundâreally looked at your surroundings.
In the time that youâd spent figuring out where you were, the sun had dipped behind the tops of the trees in the forest beyond the fairground, turning the sky pink and orange, fading into a deep cerulean. There was a ferris wheel in the distance, and the canopy top of a carousel off to the side.Â
There were lines of stalls stretching in both directions beyond the entrance to the fair, some with ring toss games and others with milk bottles to be knocked over. Other stalls were selling all kinds of junk food, from cotton candy to candy apples.Â
Everything looked and sounded and smelled real. You could practically taste the funnel cake on your tongue, and feel the powered sugar-covered fried dough melting in your mouth. You could clearly see the faces of all the people milling around the fair, kids breaking off with hands clasped tight around their tickets as they went running down the various rows of stalls.Â
And the closer you looked, the more realized everything was dated. The clothes, the rides, the toy prizes. Everything looked like it was from the early 90s, when Slasher was made. Even your own clothes and the tennis shoes on your feet looked like they were out of the 90s.Â
It was bizarre, and yet, it didnât feel like a dream. But it had to be a dream. Right?
Spinning around in a circle, you decided that had to be the case. It was the only thing that made sense. Itâs not like you couldâve been transported into the world of your favorite horror movie. Stuff like that didnât happen; it broke all rules of physics and other science stuff you didnât understand.
Deciding to just roll with it and enjoy your dream, you shrugged off your confusion and headed into the Bakersfield Fun Fair. While you meandered down one of the lines of stalls, you wondered if youâd see any of the characters from the movie. You wondered if youâd see Bucky.Â
You almost tripped over the grass beneath your feet at the thought, your heart speeding up in your chest and beating excitedly against your rib cage as you considered the possibility of actually meeting your biggest horror movie crush.Â
But your mind didnât stop there. Oh no. You were the girl whoâd decided to lick an old, staticky TV because it was the closest you thought youâd ever get to licking Buckyâs bare chest.Â
Naturally, your mind took the thought of meeting him much further and you thought about fulfilling one of your most cherished fantasies. If you were in the world of Slasher, you wanted to fuck Bucky Barnes.Â
Before youâd ended up at the Bakersfield Fun Fair, in some ultra-realistic dream, the closest you couldâve gotten was finding a guy who looked like Bucky Barnes and try to convince him to wear the Slasher mask while chasing you through the woods.Â
But youâd found yourself in the world of your favorite horror movieâwhether by way of your subconscious dreaming about it, or some breakdown of the space-time continuumâand you had the chance to fuck the actual Bucky Barnes. Giddy excitement flooded through you, and you began skipping down the line of carnival stalls, trying to remember what exactly happens in the final act of Slasher.
It probably shouldâve worried you how unconcerned you were with the possibility that Bucky could kill you before you even got started trying to convince him to fuck you. But it was your dream, so what was the worst that could happen? If he killed you, youâd just wake up horny and dissatisfied, right? Then, youâd have to take care of yourself, which wasnât any different to any other day of your life.
Nah, you were almost entirely certain you were in a dream, and because it was your dream, you wouldnât have too much trouble getting Bucky to fuck you. You just had to find himâŚ
As if right on cue, screams erupted from the opposite end of the fairground, and it sparked your memory. The action at the end of Slasher ramps up when Bucky storms the Bakersfield Fun Fair and the final girl, along with the remainder of her friends, try to set a trap for him.Â
Trying to hid your giddy grin, you raced through the fairground, heading in the direction of the screams. Since youâd remembered the beginning of the end of the movie, you couldnât help but think about what else happens. Bucky carves through the final girlâs friends one by one in various, gruesome ways on the carnival rides at the fair. Then, the final girl eventually traps him by crushing his arm in the gears of the carousel.Â
Bucky doesnât die, of course. He comes back in the sequel, Slasher II, and sports a metal arm that glimmers in the moonlight while he stalks the final girl around Bakersfield all over again. Itâs not nearly as good as the first movie, but Bucky is still very hot, and you watched the sequel nearly as many times as the original when you were a teenager.
You were so distracted by thoughts of Buckyâs prosthetic arm, and what it would feel like to have his metal hand wrapped around your throat while he fucked you, that you didnât realize you were suddenly alone in the fairground, and youâd made it to the Tunnel of Love ride.Â
It was then that you spotted the macabre scene of the final girlâs best friendâyou couldnât remember the characterâs name, it was something boring like Johnâwith his heart ripped out of his chest and held in his limp, dead hands. His lifeless eyes stared unseeingly ahead, looking almost like a movie prop, but so, so much more real.
This particular kill was one of Slasherâs most controversial, you remembered. Half the cult fandom argued it was too on the nose, since the movie heavily implied John was in love with the movieâs final girl and never found the courage to tell her. The other half of the fandom enjoyed the tragic romance of it.Â
Personally, you didnât care much about the kills or the drama between the final girl and the other characters. You really only watched Slasher for Bucky, and only cared about the creativity of the murders when he looked particularly hot doing them.Â
Your mind whirled as you stared at Johnâs dead body, your brain focusing on the Slasher message boards youâd trawled well into your college years, rather than trying to make sense of the horrible sight in front of you. It really, really looked like real blood soaking his clothesâand you could even smell the coppery tang of it in the air.
Instinctively, you took a step back, the grass of the fairground soft beneath your feet. The sun had slipped fully behind the trees of the forest beyond the fairground, casting long, ominous shadows over the scene. Your heart beat harder in your chest, and you took another step back, as if putting room between you and the horrific sight in front of you would somehow make it easier to reconcile.
You took one more step backward and bumped into something solid, something that you knew deep in your bones shouldnât be there.
The smell of blood was stronger suddenly, mixing with an earthy, spicy scent that didnât make sense for the carnival fairground. Holding your breath, you slowly looked over your shoulder and were met with the sight of a black leather-clad chest.Â
Already, you knew it was him. But you dragged your eyes up and sucked in a gasp when you met the piercing blue gaze of Bucky Barnes.
His eyes were filled with a cold hatred that was so visceral, it made your stomach twist in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. Inexplicably, warmth bloomed low in your core, unfurling and reacting to the villainâs presence. Finally, you were face to face with your biggest horror movie crush, and you couldnât help but take a moment to take all of him in.
Bucky Barnes was even bigger and more intimidating than he seemed on your TV screen, and he was more handsome too. His eyes were an electric blue, the color so bright, it seemed like it glowed from within. And his chin-length brown hair fell on either side of his face, highlighting the strong line of his brow and the intensity of his gaze.
The villainâs mouth and nose were covered by the hard plastic mask that matched the utilitarian leather jacket and combat pants he wore with thick, heavy boots. There were straps on the leather jacket that spanned his broad shoulders, and a utility belt around his trim waist where he secured the various knives and weapons he used throughout the movie.
Looking up at his face again, you realized Bucky was so much taller than you expected, standing behind you like a mountain of cold hatred, radiating danger and menace. Unfortunately for you, that only made the heat simmering in your belly burn hotter until you were squeezing your thighs together against the ache building there.Â
You knew your bodyâs reaction to the psychotic murderer was foolish, to say the least, but there was something about the dangerous man that made your heart beat harder, and made you want to spread your legs for him.Â
Glancing down to Buckyâs hand, you saw the big butcherâs knife dangling from his fingers. He hadnât raised it yet, and when you looked back into his eyes, the villain seemed to be watching you closely, as if wondering how you were going to react to him.Â
The longer you went without screaming or running away from him, the more his brows lowered over his eyes. He began to look perplexed.
That was fine, you could work with perplexed.
Carefully, as if dealing with an animal you didnât want to spook, you turned around and set your hands gently on Buckyâs massive chest, your fingertips toying idly with the leather straps on his jacket. Holding his gaze with your own, you slid your hands up to his shoulders and pushed yourself up onto you tiptoes so you could twine your arms around his neck, as if he were your boyfriend and you were welcoming him home.
âHi,â you murmured, your voice coming out breathy as your heart beat wildly in your chest. You fluttered your lashes at Bucky, figuring that if you didnât treat him like a threat, he wouldnât be. And so far, it was working.
The horror villain didnât seem inclined to respond to your shy greeting, so you pressed yourself close to him, enjoying the feel of his hard body against your soft one. Arching your spine, you pushed your tits up in your tank top, as if offering them to him.Â
You were gratified when Buckyâs gaze dropped to your lightly heaving chest, and felt his empty hand twitch against your bare thigh, like he wanted to touch you but was holding himself back. Not that you needed him to touch you to know he was enjoying the feel of you against him.
Buckyâs bulge was already digging into your lower stomach, and you suspected heâd already been hard before youâd pressed against him. But still, you were gratified when, every time you shifted against him, he twitched in his pants, his cock eagerly responding to you.Â
The interest of Buckyâs cock had a smile spreading across your face, making you look like the cat who got the cream as you tipped your head back and grinned shamelessly up at the horror movie villain.
âIs that a knife in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?â you purred, rocking your body against Buckyâs bulge and pressing your chest more tightly to his leather jacket. You were practically rubbing on him like a cat in heat, but you couldnât stop yourself. It felt too good to feel his solid, sturdy form against you.
As you shifted closer, you could feel the tackiness of blood on your arms and chest, and when you glanced down, you saw that some had stuck to you from Buckyâs jacket. It was odd to see the blood on your skin, but it felt like another reminder of what you were doingâand, especially, who you were doing it with.Â
Fire was blazing through your veins as you cast your hooded eyes on Buckyâs face, your mouth going soft as you met his piercing gaze. There was a cold flame in the depths of his blue eyes, one youâd never seen in all the times youâd watched Slasher, and it filled you with pride to realize Bucky liked having you pressed against him.Â
In response to your question, which youâd almost forgotten in the seconds after it passed your lips, Bucky huffed a laugh behind his mask. Then his hands were on your ass, and he was grabbing your soft flesh with an unyielding grip. He hiked you up higher against his chest, using his inhuman strength, and your legs fell open instinctively, so his thick bulge dug into the juncture of your thighs.Â
A wanton moan fell from your lips, your head falling back as you rocked your hips in tiny circles, grinding on Buckyâs hard cock through your clothes. You could feel the flat steel of his knife pressed to the back of your thigh, and your core pulsed at the weaponâs proximity to your most sensitive place, but you didnât have any worry he was going to use it on youânot when he was staring at you with such a greedy look in his eyes.
Bucky growled out, âDumb slut,â as his fingers dug into your ass through your jean shorts, but you were too distracted by humping against the mountain of a man, pleasure swirling through your body and filling your head with cotton candy nothing.Â
All that mattered was grinding against Buckyâs bulge, and the fact that you were finallyâfinallyâgetting to live out your darkest fantasies of fucking the horror movie villain.
âYâknow, I always wondered if killing made your cock hard,â you murmured breathlessly, catching Buckyâs eye and giving him a cheeky grin. âGuess I have my answer now.â You dragged the seam of your shorts up the thick length of Buckyâs cock, drawing a growl from him, your smile spreading wider. âUnless you just have a soft spot for dumb sluts like me,â you said, giggling at your own joke and batting your lashes at him.
Bucky shook his head at you, but not like he was disagreeing with youâmore like he was already exasperated with your antics.Â
âI thought I already killed this townâs biggest slut,â Bucky ground out, and though you couldnât see his mouth or jaw, you somehow knew he was grinding his teeth. His fingers dug harder into your ass, his grip nearly punishing as you squirmed against him.Â
You found an angle that had your clit rubbing against the tip of Buckyâs cock through your clothes and you let your head fall back, a filthy moan spilling from your lips. The obscene sound rose toward the darkening sky above the fairgrounds, loud against the silence that had fallen over the deserted carnival.
When you managed to get control of your tongue again, and pick up the thread of your conversation, you shot Bucky another grin.
âIâm not from Bakersfield,â you purred, pulling yourself closer to Buckyâs face, until your lips were nearly brushing against the hard plastic of his mask. You could feel his breath, hot and heavy, gusting through the slots on the front, making you shiver. Your expression settled into one of fake seriousness as you stared him in the eye. âAnd you have no idea how much of a slut I can be.â
A growl rumbled in Buckyâs chest, and his blue eyes narrowed on you, like a predator deciding on its prey.Â
âIs that a challenge or an invitation, little cottontail?â
He slapped your ass with the flat of his knife, an obvious instruction to keep humping against him.Â
As you followed the order, you choked out a one word answer, âBoth!â Then bit your lip against a moan, hiding your delight at the nicknameâand your surprise that Bucky would call you anything so sweet.Â
But you didnât seem to be grinding against him hard enough, because he dragged the sharp edge of his knife over the backs of your thighs, just beneath the curve of your ass. He didnât press hard enough to break skin, but you could feel the threat in the gesture.
You lost the battle against trembling in the big, horror movie villainâs arms, and whimpered, rocking against him harder as a single tear leaked down your cheek. Pleasure was pulsing through your body, hard and fast, the same rhythm in which your heart beat in your chest.
Bucky rumbled a sound of pleasure, his blue eyes going molten as he watched the tear track down your face. He seemed to have forgotten your conversation entirely, more focused on your smaller body humping against his larger one.
You had long since soaked through your panties, and you could feel your arousal leaking through your shorts, coating your inner thighs in your wetness. But dry humping with Bucky wasnât what you had in mind when youâd fantasized about the horror movie villain through most of your adult years. You needed more, and you had just the ideaâa fantasy youâd long wanted to fulfill. With Bucky Barnes especially.
âI know youâre sort of busy, killing and all that,â you huffed, your body straining to keep rocking against his thick length with the speed he desired. âBut I was wondering if you might want to take a break and play a game with me?â Your voice was hopelessly breathless and breathlessly hopeful, the pleading in your tone blatant as your words pitched higher with your question.Â
Buckyâs brows lowered in confusion. âWhat kind of game?â came his rumbling, distorted voice from behind his mask.
With a flash of a smirk, you shifted one hand to his shoulder, where you remembered the bullet wound would be beneath his jacket. You could feel the slight raise of the bandages beneath the leather, and you dug your thumb into the spot. You were rewarded by a vicious growl and Buckyâs hands falling away from your ass, the cold steel of his knife disappearing from your skin.
Hopping down, you danced a few feet away from the now-enraged psychopathic killer, making sure you were beyond the reach of his long arms, including the length of his knife before you stopped. Something in your core tightened with excitement when Buckyâs cold, blue eyes focused entirely on you. Even the sight of him shaking out his arm seemed somehow threatening.Â
You could see the dark stain of deep red blood in the black leather of his jacket, and couldnât help but grin. Youâd unleashed the darkest side of him, and you couldnât be more giddy.
You knew Bucky had been holding back on you while youâd been in his arms. But you didnât want to fuck a horror movie villain because you wanted some harmless dry humping. You wanted him to wreck you. You wanted him to hunt you down and make you his.
âThe game is this,â you began, skipping back a few steps when Bucky lunged for youâthough you noticed he reached for you with his free hand, rather than his knife, which you took as a good sign and grinned wider. âIf you catch me, you can fuck me.â You held his gaze, your smile turning a little feral as you watched the seething villain. âAs hard and as rough as you want.â
Your final words made Bucky pause, like a predator going still right before launching itself at its prey. His electric blue eyes shone brighter, reflecting the neon lights of the carnival as they fall across his handsome face.Â
You could feel the energy in him shift, and even though you couldnât see his mouth, you somehow knew he was grinning. You suspected it was even more feral than your own smile. Â
âYou really are the dumbest fucking slut, little cottontail,â Bucky growled, equal parts humor and menace in his tone, sending a delicious shiver skating down your spine. He took a step forward, his eyes sharp as they watched you skip backward, staying out of reach of his hand and his knife. âYou better not let me catch you, baby, because if I do, Iâm going to make you scream bloody murder as I split you open with my cock.â
The grin on your face was so wide it was beginning to make your cheeks hurt, but you couldnât wipe it away even if youâd tried. Your entire body was buzzing with anticipation, adrenaline already pumping through your veins as you prepared to run. But you couldnât help yourself, you had to taunt Bucky just a little more. If you were only going to get one chance to fuck your horror movie villain crush, you were going to make it count.
âBet you say that to all the girlsâbet none of them can scream like me,â you sassed, bouncing on the balls of your feet and scampering back a few more steps when Bucky took another menacing step forward, his big, heavy boot crunching the grass beneath him.Â
You laughed at his scowling face, the sound loud and wild in the quiet that had fallen over the fairgrounds. Even the music of the carousel had gone silent. But you couldnât hold your tongue. You loved the look of danger on Buckyâs face too much.
âYou gotta catch me first, Mr. Slasher, then weâll see if you can make me scream.â
With that parting challenge, you gave Bucky one last cheeky, impertinent smile, and the you turned and took off.Â
Sprinting off into the Bakersfield Fun Fair, you didnât dare look behind you, knowing instinctively that Bucky would be close on your heels. Your mind raced as you tried to form some kind of plan, since you hadnât thought this far ahead.Â
Of course, you had every intention of letting Bucky catch you, but you didnât want to make it too easy for him. Besides, youâd always wanted to be chased by the hot horror movie villain, then overpowered and taken by the brutal man, so you wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself as well.
As you turned a corner and began running down a row of carnival rides and games on the edge of the fairground, you spotted the funhouse in front of you. Grinning wildly, you pushed to run a little harder and launched yourself up the metal stairs leading into the funhouse.
There was a spinning barrel right away, and you clambered through it, the silence inside the funhouse swallowing you up as you plunged into the depths of the structure. Hauling yourself up a flight of stairs, you stumbled to a stop when you found that the interior of the funhouse was a maze of mirrors.
Your heart was practically beating out of your chest as you began moving through the maze, your hands outstretched to feel your way between the mirrors. Too soon, you heard Buckyâs heavy footsteps on the metal stairs leading up to the level with the maze and you tried to scurry faster, but you kept bumping into mirrors thinking they were a clear path forward.
A deep, dark chuckle echoed through the stuffy room in the funhouse, the sound distorted through Buckyâs mask, making him truly sound like a horror movie villain.Â
The sound of his laugh sent a shiver racing down your spine, your heart rate picking up as you heard his heavy boots begin walking through the maze. It seemed like he was moving much faster than you and you tried to pick up your pace.
âWhen I get my hands on you, little cottontail,â Bucky began, his menacing voice filtering to you easily, sounding like he was right behind you. âYouâre going to regret being such a dumb slutâIâm going to destroy your tight holes with my cock and ruin you until youâre all mine.â
âDonât threaten me with a good time!â you called over your shoulder, just before barreling into another mirror with a defeated, âoof,â as you tried to escape the maze.Â
Huffing in frustration, you turned and went down another path, your panicked breaths so loud in your ears, you couldnât hear Buckyâs footsteps anymore. You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, but your lungs protested, your pounding heart making you feel the blood pumping through your veins with every step you took.
âIf youâre a good slut, maybe I wonât kill you,â Bucky rumbled, his voice definitely closer than it should be, and you whipped around, looking for the source. But he was no where in sight. âMaybe Iâll keep youâchain you up in my basement, and use your body like the fuck hole you were meant to be.â
You tried to ignore the way your pussy quivered at Buckyâs threat, your body wanting him to do exactly that. But you pushed on, though you were having a harder and harder time remembering why you didnât want him to catch you. Your panties were soaked and your hole was aching to be filled. And Bucky seemed more than willing to fuck you until you were nothing more than the dumb slut he accused you of being.
Rounding a corner, you gasped loudly as the massive form of Bucky Barnes loomed in front of you, his blue eyes immediately finding yours and making you feel like prey trapped by a much larger predator.Â
Spinning on the ball of your foot, you turned and tried to escape in the other direction, only to run head first into Buckyâs chest. His arms closed around you, and you belatedly realized the Bucky youâd seen had been a reflection in one of the mirrors. He wasted no time, squeezing you so tight to his body that you cried out, his strength forcing the air from your lungs. You were caught.
âI win, little cottontail,â Bucky sneered, crushing you harder to his chest while you struggled to breathe, your ribs feeling like they were on the verge of snapping.
Then, suddenly, he let you go and you slumped to your knees, your legs giving out as you fell to the metal floor of the funhouse. Your head was spinning from the lack of air and you focused on pulling as much oxygen into your lungs as possible, the adrenaline in your body making you feel your heartbeat in your temples.Â
While you were distracted, Bucky quickly worked his pants open and before you knew what was happening, his thick, heavy cock fell on your face with a lewd slapping sound. You flinched. But then Buckyâs musky scent filled your nose, and you relaxed. Warmth spread through your body as your mind went fuzzy for an entirely different reason than lack of oxygen.Â
Your mouth fell open instinctively, your head tipping back to press your lips to his girth, and you felt more wetness dripping from your slit between your thighs.Â
Bucky chuckled at your obvious submission, but still used the flat tip of his knife to tip your face back further, until it was practically horizontal. He worked his hips languidly, sliding his cock over your face, precum dripping onto your skin and making a mess of your cheeks and forehead.
âOpen your mouth wider, dumb slut,â Bucky growled, his eyes glittering in the dim funhouse as he stared down at you.Â
When you did as he ordered, sticking your tongue out for good measure, the tip playing with his balls, the horror villain made a pleased sound deep in his chest. You had the distinct impression he was smiling again, and you almost dared to ask him to take off the mask, but decided against it. Part of the fun of fucking Bucky Barnes was him keeping the mask on.Â
âGood girl,â Bucky purred, petting your head with his free hand. He dragged his hips back and pushed the leaking head of his dick into your mouth. âNow, suck.â
The metal flooring of the funhouse dug painfully into your knees, but you pushed the pain from your mind as you focused entirely on Buckyâs cock. Wrapping your lips around the head, you sucked gently, the taste of his precum bursting on your tongue. Your chest warmed with pride when he groaned in pleasure.
Youâd intended to take your timeâwanting to savor Buckyâs cock and learn every inch of the thick, veiny length before making him come in your mouth. But it seemed your horror movie crush didnât have the patience for that. You supposed you shouldnât be surprised. You did make him chase you.Â
âIs that all ya got, little cottontail?â Bucky growled, using the hand on your head to push you down roughly on his cock, making you gag, your hands flailing against his hard thighs. âI thought you were some kind of slutâthought youâd be throating my cock the second you got your lips around it.âÂ
Tears poured down your cheeks as he pushed deeper with a grunt, your fingers curling into fists against his thighs as you tried to open for him. Buckyâs cock forcing its way into your throat stung a little, and you worked to relax your muscles, but they kept squeezing tight, preventing his hard length from sliding all the way in.
Finally, Bucky pulled his cock free from your mouth and you gasped for breath, a hand massaging your throat, the inside feeling raw already. But Bucky didnât seem to care.Â
He bent down over you, grabbing your face in his free hand and using the sharp end of his knife to wipe the tears from your face.Â
âI thought you wanted this, baby,â he rumbled, his tone mocking and patronizing, a laugh in his distorted voice that made you think he was grinning and enjoying your struggle more than he was trying to let on. âYou said I could fuck you as hard and rough as I want.â He paused to tsk at you. âYou canât even take my cock without gaggingâsome slut you are.â
Embarrassment and no small amount of humiliation flooded through you, making you pout. OK so maybe you were more of a slut in theory than in practice, but you did want this. And youâd been trying. Couldnât he see that?
Crossing your arms over your chest, you glared up at Bucky, your lips still pursed in a pout.Â
âYour cock is too big,â you huffed, a hint of a whine in your voice. âLet me try again.â
Bucky laughed, the sound cold and mean, though that only made your pussy drip even more for him. He patted your cheek patronizingly with his knife before fixing you with a hard look.
âYou either take my whole cock in your dumb slut mouth, little cottontail,â he growled, a threat in his tone. âOr Iâll make you take it, ya hear me?â
The menace in his deep voice sent a shiver racing down your spine, settling heavily between your thighs until you had to squeeze them together against the ache in your core. You nodded your understanding. âYes, sir,â you murmured.Â
âGood girl,â came Buckyâs rumbling, terrifying voice. Then he stood up and shoved his cock into your mouth again, so suddenly that all you could do was make a muffled, surprised noise and take it.Â
You bobbed on the hard, thick length of Buckyâs cock, stretching your lips until the edges stung, forcing his girth deep into your mouth. You gagged when the tip pressed against the back of your throat, but you tried to ignore your bodyâs response and work past it. No matter how hard you tried, though, you couldnât get his dick all the way inside your mouth.
After a few minutes of letting you try and watching you fail, Bucky let out an impatient growl before muttering, âLooks like you need me to make you take my cock, baby.â Both his hands grabbed your head and he tilted it back, so your gaze met his. âJust remember, if youâd been a better slut, you wouldnât have made me do this.â
Your eyes widened, tears leaking out the corners as he moved you into the new position he wanted, with your back to one of the mirrors, your head trapped between the hard surface and his cock. Your fingers fisted in the fabric of his pants near his knees, but you didnât protest, just stared up at your horror movie villain, anticipation zipping through your body.
âDonât worry, little cottontail,â Bucky rumbled, and you could tell he was smiling again, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a telltale way. âThis wonât hurt nearly as much as if Iâd slit your throatâbut itâll probably last longer than it wouldâve taken you to bleed out.â
At that ominous comment, your pussy clenched, even more wetness dripping from your pussy and soaking your shorts. You clenched your thighs together, but that was the only part of your body you could move other than your arms. You were helpless to Buckyâs brutality, and you loved it. If his cock wasnât already buried in your mouth, you wouldâve urged him on.
Wasting no more time, Bucky shoved his dick deep into your mouth, pushing past the squeezing muscles in your throat, groaning when you choked and gagged on his thick cock. Your jaw ached and your throat felt raw, but you accepted it, you welcomed it. Buckyâs roughness was only making your pussy wetter, and you couldnât wait until you could feel him sinking into your tight, wet hole.
Still, you couldnât quite control your bodyâs reaction to the intrusion in your throat. Your throat spasmed and you let out a strangled little sound of desperation as it got harder to breathe. You arms flailed and your body tried to escape, only to bang against the mirror behind you. The fact that you were trapped, really trapped, made more tears leak from your eyes.Â
âThatâs it, baby, cry for me while youâre choking on my cock,â Bucky rumbled, holding your head in his hands as he stared down at you, kneeling for him, your throat bulging with his cock. His eyes sparkled like he enjoyed the sight far too much. âYour dumb slut tears are making me harder.âÂ
You felt his cock throb in your throat as proof, but then he was pulling back, only for his hips to snap forward, burying his hard length in your throat all over again. More tears poured down your face, your throat closing on a sob that wrenched a deep, pleasured groan from Bucky.
âFuck, thatâs itâtake it, slut, you might be crying, but you fucking love it, donât you, little cottontail?â Bucky rumbled, breathless laughter in his tone. âYou love letting me use your mouth like my own personal fuck toy, bet your pussyâs dripping onto the floor, making a mess of your thighs like âm gonna make a mess of your face, huh?â
You couldnât help it, you moaned around Buckyâs cock, his words stoking the blazing fire of your arousal. It didnât help matters that he was rightâyour thighs, your shorts and your panties were a mess, all soaked with your desire.Â
Bucky grunted when he felt you moan around his hardness, his hips snapping against your face harder as he pounded into your mouth. His hands held your head in a punishing grip, his cock ramming deep into your throat while the back of your skull was pressed against the mirror behind you.
A whine worked its way up your throat as you squirmed, your pussy pulsing with the need to be filled, to be rubbed, to get some kind of attention. One of your hands fell between your thighs and you rocked against it, your clit rubbing against the seam of your shorts until you were moaning and sobbing around Buckyâs cock.
Suddenly he stopped. âWhatâre you doinâ down there, little cottontail?â he rasped, ducking his head to the side so he could see around his cock and your face. When he caught you with your hand between your thighs, he laughed, his glittering blue eyes finding yours. âOh, I seeâthe dumb little slutâs dripping hole needs some attention, huh?âÂ
Bucky shifted, using his booted foot to kick your thighs apart on the metal floor of the funhouse. Then he shoved his boot between your legs, and jerked his head like he expected you to sit on it.
âYou need something to hump against, donât you, baby?â he asked, his tone mocking. âWell, go âhead. Ride my fucking boot, little cottontail.â His voice was dark and deep, the sound of it making you shiver. But you couldnât pretend you didnât want to follow his order, so you lowered yourself down onto his boot.
The moment your aching core dragged over the laces of Buckyâs boot, you let out a low, filthy moan, the sound muffled by his cock in your mouth. It was exactly the kind of friction you wanted, your clit and messy slit rubbing against the seam of your shorts and the roughness of his laces. Pleasure bloomed, hot and heady, and swirled through your body, overwhelming your mind.
Above you, Bucky groaned, shoving deeper into your throat until your nose was pressed into the thick thatch of hair at the base of his cock and his balls were nestled up against your chin. Spit and precum and tears were leaking down your face, making a mess of your jaw and chin, dripping down to your tits while Bucky watched you with hooded eyes.
âDo that again, baby,â Bucky grunted, holding your head down on his hardness. âMoan like a dumb fucking slut on my cock while I ruin your throat.âÂ
It took little effort to moan again as pleasure and pain swirled through your body, your hips working on Buckyâs boot, grinding your slick cunt against the stiff leather through your panties and shorts. Your clit rubbed over the laces, your mind filling with clouds of bliss as you sank into the feeling of your pussy grinding against Buckyâs boot and his cock fucking your throat.
Bucky was grunting and groaning loudly, his sounds of pleasure a reward for how good your slutty mouth was making him feel. He pounded into your face, his balls slapping against your chin, seeking his release while you humped against his boot, intent on finding your own pleasure while he used you.Â
You were both lost entirely in each other, too focused on seeking pleasure to notice someone else had entered the funhouse. Buckyâs eyes were only for you, and you were staring up too intently into his face, watching pleasure make his eyes go hazy to pay attention to your surroundingsâwhich was the only reason one of the final girlâs friends was able to sneak up on the two of you.
âGet away from her, you monster!â The girlâs shriek was followed closely by the splintering sound of a wooden bat as she swung it at Bucky, and the thing shattering apart against his back. Her face, twisted in fury and determination, quickly shifted to surprise and panic.
For his part, Bucky merely grunted, barely lurching forward as he shoved his cock impossibly deeper in your throat while he bore the attack. But then he was moving quicker than your pleasure-drunk eyes could fully process, your body only aware that he was pulling back until only the tip of him remained on your tongue. Growling furiously, Bucky turned and used his knife to slash the girlâs throat.
You vaguely recognized the girl as one of the characters in Slasher who gets killed at the carnival in the third act, though you couldnât remember which ride Bucky kills her on. Maybe it was the funhouseâthat would explain how she found the two of you.
In that moment, you didnât much care. Youâd been busy with Bucky and you were more than a little annoyed at the interruption. Your body was buzzing with your unslaked need, and you felt horny and frustrated as you turned your attention back to the horror villain above you.
But Buckyâs focus was entirely on the other girl, who was grabbing her throat uselessly, trying to stem the gush of blood as she stumbled into a mirror, leaving a bloody handprint behind. Buckyâs eyes were gleaming as he savored the sight of the dying girl, the corners of his eyes crinkling like he was grinning.
His cock was still in your mouth, but just barely, and the longer he watched the other girl die, the more a pout grew on your lips.Â
After a few long moments of the girlâs death dragging on, youâd had enough. This was your fantasy come to life, and if Bucky wasnât going to pay attention to you and get you off, then you were going to make him.Â
Carefully, you extracted yourself from between Bucky and the mirror youâd been pressed against, your pout only growing when his stiff cock slipped from your lips and he didnât even notice. Quickly, you crawled around the corner and once you were out of sight, you hopped up to your feet so you could move faster.
Your legs felt weak from your earlier running and kneeling on the hard, metal floorânot to mention how close youâd been to coming on Buckyâs boot. But you urged them to work as you moved as quietly as you could through the rest of the maze.
You were already almost to the exit when Bucky finally noticed youâd escaped. His angry roar of, âCOTTONTAIL!â echoed off the mirrors and metal walls inside the funhouse. But his rage only made you snicker. It was his own fault, after all.
âYou shoulda tied me down or paid more attention to me if you didnât want me getting away, Mr. Slasher,â you called over your shoulder, taunting him as you darted around the final corner in the mirror maze, finding your way out. You clambered through the rest of the funhouse, Buckyâs stomping footsteps reverberating around you and making your heart beat faster with fear and excitement.
You slid down the slide that worked as the exit from the funhouse and as soon as your feet hit the grass of the fairground, you sprinted off again. Wracking your brain, you tried to think about where else Bucky kills the final girlâs friends in the final act of Slasher. All you could remember was the ending, with the carousel.
You turned a corner, running in the opposite direction of the carousel and that area of the carnival, not wanting the final girl or anymore of her friends interrupting you once Bucky caught you again.
Sooner than you expected, a leather-clad chest slammed into your back and, within the next breath, you hit the grassy ground as Bucky tackled you. One of his hands wrapped around the front of your throat, his fingers digging into the sides of your neck while he pressed his face into the side of yours.
Even through his hard plastic mask, you could feel his breath on your skin, his hot, heavy breaths gusting past your cheek as he panted like a rabid dog.Â
âI win again, baby,â Bucky growled, his voice even more threatening thanks to the fury in it. He clearly didnât appreciate that youâd made him chase you again, and the coldness in his tone promised that while you might find pleasure in what he was about to do to you, you were also going to feel no small amount of pain.Â
âAnd you can be sure I wonât make the same mistake twice,â he went on, resting more of his weight on your back until you were pinned to the ground beneath him, your body struggling to catch your breath as he crushed your lungs. âNow that I have you, youâre never getting away from me againâyouâre mine, little cottontail.â
Your heart panged in your chest, and it took you a second to realize the feeling was yearning. Because that was the heart of it, wasnât it? You wanted someone to see you at your brattiest, with your darkest desires all laid outâand even seeing your soul bared for them, you wanted them to want to keep you. Part of you wanted to roll over and open your legs for Bucky, tell him you were his forever. But that wasnât really in your nature.
Instead, you huffed a belated laugh, squirming beneath Bucky and fighting against his considerable strength even though you knew it was no good. You werenât going anywhere, and you loved it.
âIâll believe it when I see it, Mr. Slasher,â you taunted, bucking your hips hard. You felt Buckyâs big body jostle just a little and, sensing a glimmer of freedom, you fought harder.Â
Then cold steel replaced Buckyâs hand at your throat and you went still. Despite the fact that heâd used the knife mere moments ago to kill someone else, you were almost certain he wasnât going to do the same to you. Well, pretty certain.
Besides, you were still convinced you were in a dream and dying would only wake you up. But with Buckyâs knife pressed to your neck, you didnât exactly want to test your theory.
The horror movie villain chuckled, his chest rumbling against your spine and his breath ghosting over your cheek.Â
âThatâs the first smart thing youâve done all night, little cottontail,â he murmured, his voice so dark and deep, it made you shiver.Â
He dug the steel of his knife into your throat, using his other hand to guide you up onto your hands and knees. Buckyâs big body was curled over yours, his hand reaching beneath you to grope your tits while he groaned against the side of your face.Â
âSuch soft tits, baby,â he grunted as his fingers kneaded your flesh through your tank top. Then his hand was diving under the fabric to pinch your nipples, making you cry out and arch your back. âYeah, thatâs it, ya dumb slut, let me hear how much you like having a monster like me playing with your tits.â
You whimpered when he pinched your nipple hard and shook your breast, the sting of pain and pleasure consuming your mind and making you grind back against his thick cock, which heâd tucked back into his pants. An impatient whine tumbled from your lips and it was on the tip of your tongue to beg Bucky to fuck you, but it seemed he was just as eager to get on with it.
Skimming his hand down your body, Bucky found the button of your shorts and quickly undid them. He sat up on his knees, dragging you with him and keeping his knife at your throat.Â
He shoved your shorts and panties down roughly past your ass to your thighs, then dipped his hand between your legs. A loud groan rumbled in his chest when he realized how wet you were.Â
âFuck, you really are a slut, arenât you, baby?â he taunted in a mocking tone, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice. His fingers slipped between your drenched folds and all you could do to answer him was moan as he teased your pussy. âIâm gonna fill up this slick cunt, little cottontail,â he rumbled in your ear, a promise ringing in his words. âIâm gonna destroy your tight hole until youâre nothing more than my dumb, cock-drunk slut.â
Between Buckyâs fingers playing with your pussy and his words wreaking havoc on your pleasure-soaked mind, you were desperate for him to follow through on his promise.Â
Suddenly, youâd had enough of the game youâd been playing with Bucky and you wanted him to finallyâfinallyâfuck you.
âPlease, Bucky, please, please, fuck me,â you sobbed, tears leaking from your eyes and down your cheeks as you rocked your ass against his hard cock. âPlease, god, I need itâI need you.â
For a moment, Bucky was silent and unmoving. Then he was shoving you forward into the grass so you were back on your hands and knees. His knife just barely grazed the side of your neck as you fell forward, and you whimpered at the light sting of it.
The next thing you knew, Buckyâs cock was slapping against your bare ass, and he was lining himself up with your soaked, fluttering pussy. Your fingers dug into the grass, preparing yourself to hold on for dear life.
âRemember, little cottontail, you said I could fuck you as hard and rough as I want,â Bucky rumbled, sliding his cock between your legs, coating his thick length in your desire. âIf itâs too much for you, you can scream all you want, but Iâm not stopping until Iâve filled your cunt with all the come in my balls.â
You could hear the laughter in Buckyâs voice, but didnât have time to respond to his words because in the next second, he shoved himself all the way inside you with one thrust.
Buckyâs thick, hard cock slammed deep into your tight pussy, and a scream wrenched free from your lips, making your already raw throat hurt even more. But it was the delicious kind of pain that mixed perfectly with the feeling of Bucky filling you up for the first time.Â
His girth was bigger than anyone or any toy youâd taken before, and it felt like you were being split apart, your insides rearranging to make room for his huge cock. It was only because you were so wet that it didnât really hurt, but the sting of the stretch was enough to send your mind reeling, your thoughts scattering until the only thing that mattered was Buckyâs cock inside you and his body behind you.
Bucky made a noise that was half groan, half growlâsounding entirely feral behind his mask as his hands dug into your hips. You could feel him still holding his knife, but the steel wasnât pressed against your skin so you didnât give it much thought.
âGod, thatâs a tight fucking cunt ya got here, cottontail,â he rasped, pulling back and slamming forward so hard, your arms shook and you nearly collapsed face first into the grass. âFeel like you were fucking made for me, babyâmade to be my fuck hole, made to take my cock.â
True to his word, the horror movie villain rutted into you hard, paying no mind to your pleasure, just taking his own. But that was exactly how you liked it, and you couldnât help the litany of desperate moans and whimpers that tumbled past your lips.Â
Before long, your arms gave out and your cheek pressed to the grass, which was cool against your face. The position made your back arch and your ass stick up in the air. Bucky made a pleased sound, slapping your ass in a gesture that almost felt like praise.
âYeah, take it like a slut, baby,â he growled, pounding into you harderâhard enough you could feel your ass and hips and thighs ripple with the force of his thrusts. âThis is how dumb sluts are meant to be fucked.â
You whined at the searing pleasure of Buckyâs cock hammering into your cunt, and you arched your back further, giving him easier access to drive even deeper into you from behind. Your reward was another hard slap on your assâthat time with the cold flat steel of Buckyâs knife. You squealed, then moaned as the sharp sting devolved into even more pleasure.
Bucky laughed, the sound wild and dark. Then he curled his body over yours, dropping the knife in the grass so he could grab wrap one of his hands around your throat while the other groped your tits.Â
âYouâre mine, little cottontail,â he growled in your ear. âI own your body now, and youâre going to be my personal fuck toy for the rest of your life.â He rutted into you, hard and rough, his hips slapping against your ass mixing with the sounds of your wet pussy being fucked. âIâm gonna chain you up in my basement, and youâre gonna be my basement slutâmy little cottontailâforever.â
It was impossible to nod, and impossible to speak, with how tightly Bucky had you pinned beneath him while he fucked you. So you wrapped a hand around his wrist, not pulling him away, but squeezing hard enough that you could feel his pulse thrumming beneath your thumb. You clung to him, telling him wordlessly that you were submitting to him, tears gathering in your lashes as pleasure overwhelmed you.
âFuck,â Bucky grunted, pounding you hard and fast, the hard plastic of his mask digging into the side of your face. âCry for me, cottontail, you know it makes me harder.âÂ
His fingers dug into the sides of your throat while his other hand tortured your nipples, tugging and pinching them, until your tears began leaking from your eyes. Bucky ducked forward, nuzzling your tear-stained cheek through his mask, groaning as he hit a spot inside of you that made your whole body clench and your mouth drop open in a soundless scream.
âI can feel your cunt choking my cock, baby,â Bucky rumbled in your ear. âYou really love everything Iâm doing to you, donât you, dumb slut?â His hips pressed against your ass and he started grinding his cock deep in your core, the tip brushing against that spot inside you that made you see stars.
âYes, yes, Bucky, yes,â you sobbed, your words breathless and soft and only able to escape because heâd loosened his hold on your throat slightly. But then he tightened his fingers again and you made a desperate little gasping sound.
Bucky laughed, the sound evil and mocking, and your cunt pulsed again. He refocused on fucking you, pounding into you and chasing his own pleasure. You tried to scream, the pleasure nearly mind-blowing, but his hand on your throat made sure you could only make the barest of noises.
âYouâre gonna come on my cock, little cottontail,â Bucky rumbled, his hard plastic mask chafing against your sensitive cheek. âYouâre gonna come and show me that youâre mine, that you accept your new lifeâand me as your master.â
Your fingers squeezed his wrist again in understanding, and then you couldnât think anymore. Buckyâs cock was pounding into your pussy hard enough to almost hurt, pleasure pulsing through your body as he plucked and played with your tits. Your head was going fuzzy from a lack of air, but that just made everything else feel better and more.
When Buckyâs hand abandoned your tits to slip between your thighs, it only took a few strokes of his fingers against your clit to set you off. At the same moment, Buckyâs hand loosened around your throat, and oxygen flooded your lungs as you came on his cock.Â
It was almost an out-of-body experience, coming on the thick length of your horror movie villain crush, your mind going entirely blank as your body tried to process all the pleasure and sensation flooding through it. A loud, piercing scream sounded in your ears and it took a second to realize it was spilling from your own lips.Â
Buckyâs hand tightened around your throat again, tighter than before, cutting off the sound of your pleasure while he grunted and groaned above you. He was rutting into you as your walls squeezed his cock, taking his pleasure as he prolonged yours.
Blackness was starting to creep into the edges of your vision when he finally roared loudly, his cock throbbing inside you as he spilled his come deep in your pussy. His fingers dug into the sides of your throat harder, choking you through his orgasm as your body fluttered with the last waves of your release.Â
The last thing you heard was Bucky muttering, âGood girl, take my come, little cottontail,â as he pumped you full of his thick, sticky seed. Then, there was nothing but comforting darkness, and you sank into it, feeling satisfied and happy as you passed out in the arms of your horror movie villainâŚ
Now, the choice is yours, dear reader. Do you want to stay with Bucky Barnes and live in the world of Slasher? If so, read on for the dark ending! Or do you want to wake up and meet someone a little less psychotic? If so, skip down to the fluffy ending!
Slasher - Dark Ending
dark ending additional warnings: dubcon, somnophilia, slightly painful sex, basement wife-ing, references to Bucky's arm amputation, Bucky is even more psychotic
You were woken by your body jostling against concrete, an aching mix of pleasure and pain radiating between your thighs. The slick sounds of fucking met your ears and, belatedly, you realized you were impaled on a cock, the thickness of it stretching your tight hole to its limit.Â
Your inner thighs felt chafed and your back hurt from the position you were contorted in, your shoulders propped up against a cinderblock wall while you were folded in half at the waist, a heavy body pinning your legs to your chest while they fucked you. You were naked and a little cold, but the body against you was warm.
Blinking your eyes open, you were met with the sight of Buckyâs handsome face contorted with pleasure as he fucked you. There was a new glimmer in the depths of his blue eyesâsomething wild and feral and more than a little frightening. His mouth spread into a savage grin when he saw you were awake.
âThereâs my little cottontail,â he rumbled before ducking down and kissing your cheek in a gesture that wouldâve been sweet if not for his stubble roughing over your sensitive skin. You whimpered softly at the abrading feeling, your pussy pulsing despite your exhaustion.
When he pulled back, the sound of chains rattling above you finally caught your attention and you looked up, finding your wrists shackled above your head and bolted into the wall of the basement. Dim morning light was filtering in through windows set high in the walls, and you couldnât make out much beyond the shadow of the stairs leading up to the first floor.
Before you could gather you wits enough to ask a question, or wade through your confusion to figure out what question you should even ask, Bucky slammed deep inside you, wringing a weak moan from you. It was only then that you realized heâd been taking it easy on you while you were asleep, but since you were awake, he started fucking you harder. Pleasure, pain and bewilderment warred with the tiredness of just waking up as you tried to think.Â
Your eyes slid closed while you tried to block out Bucky and your surroundings. You needed to figure out why you werenât in your grandmotherâs basement, having woken up from the dream youâd been sure you were having.
But Bucky didnât like that. His weight settled more heavily on top of you, making your hips ache in protest, and grabbed your face roughly in his hand.Â
âLook at me, cottontail,â he rumbled, shaking your head until your eyes fluttered open again.
Tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes and your mouth worked, trying to find the words for how you felt. Youâd wanted thisâwanted someone like Bucky who saw who you really were and still wanted to keep you. But now that you were actually chained up in his basement, you wondered if maybe youâd jumped in the deep end without being able to swim.Â
âDonât look so confused, baby,â Bucky growled in a patronizingly sweet tone, thumbing your tears from your cheeks and making you flinch as the salt of them irritated your skin. âI told you I was never letting you goâyou knew this was going to happen.â He was grinding his cock deep into your well-used cunt, the pleasure almost painful. âNow that youâre chained up in my basement, you have no hope of ever escaping from me again.â
The head of his cock battered against your cervix and you cried out, your head thumping against the cinderblock wall behind you. The pain mixed with the pleasure of thick length rubbing against your sensitive inner walls until your mind was spinning.Â
You just couldnât wrap your head around it. You really hadnât known this was going to happen. Youâd thought you were dreaming and were going to wake up after youâd fucked Bucky Barnes, but apparently that wasnât the case. Apparently youâd really somehow been transported into the world of Slasher.
âThank me for keeping you, little cottontail,â Bucky growled, wringing another pleasured whimper from you as he kept grinding his cock into you. âAfter all, it wasnât easy getting you here after that bitch crushed my arm.â His voice was dripping venom and he rocked his hips harder, forcing tears from your eyes as his cock battered your cervix.
It was only then that you understood why so much of Buckyâs weight was resting on you while his hand held your face. Darting your eyes to Buckyâs shoulder, there was a thick, bloody bandage wrapped around the place where he mustâve amputated his arm after the final girl had crushed it in the carousel gears.Â
Your stomach rolled at the sight, empathy for Bucky surging through you. It really couldnât have been easy getting you back to his house when he was injured like that.Â
But before you could follow the order heâd given you, Bucky yanked your face back to look at him. He ducked closer, so all you could see were his eyes, wild and psychotic, boring into your own.
âThank your master for keeping you!â he growled harshly.
Your heart panged, and you rushed to do as he said. âTh-thank you for keeping me, Bucky,â you cried, tears streaming down your face, your voice filled with genuine gratitude. âThank you, master!âÂ
The anger leeched out of Bucky at your words and your tears, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you.Â
âGood girl,â he purred, nuzzling your cheek in reward and kissing your jaw with his soft lips. âMy good, dumb slutâyouâre going to make such a good basement wife for me.â
A small, confused noise squeaked out of you and Bucky pulled back, a grin on his face. He nodded up toward your hands and you twisted them in your shackles, finding shiny, silver metal glinting off your left ring finger. You sucked in a gasp, feeling speechless as your mind failed to process another shocking revelation in so little time.
âYour dream is coming true, baby,â Bucky rumbled, licking the tears from your cheeks, taking your silence as understanding and submission. âYouâre going to be my own personal fuck holeâmy pretty little dumb slutâfor the rest of your life.â
Bucky canted his hips, grinding his cock into the depths of your pussy while the base of him rubbed against your clit and the pleasure that had been winding tighter in your core suddenly snapped. You came with a loud, sobbing scream, your head thrown back against the wall of the basement as tears cascaded down your cheeks while you succumbed to the pleasure, your cunt greedily squeezing Buckyâs cock.
A small part of you wanted to black out again, hoping youâd wake up back in your grandmotherâs basement, unsure if you had what it took to be the full-time fuck toy of your favorite horror movie villain. But somehow you knew that wouldnât happen.
Whatever had transported you into the world of Slasher seemed to be a one-way ticket, and youâd made your choices. The fact that you were at the mercy of Bucky Barnes was no oneâs fault but your own.
And yet, you couldnât bring yourself to regret anything youâd done. After all, youâd gotten exactly what you wantedâyou got to fuck Bucky Barnes. And if you had your way, youâd fuck Bucky Barnes every day until you died. Which was good, since that seemed to be exactly what he had planned for you.
Just then, Bucky grunted, his cock twitching inside you and he slammed deep, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a messy kiss while he came, coating your insides with his seed. His lips were hard and demanding, but you werenât some wilting flowerâyou nipped his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.Â
Buckyâs cock throbbed inside you as he chuckled, kissing you again, the taste of his blood bursting on your tongue as you devoured each other.Â
When he pulled away and collapsed on top of you, a satisfied smile curved your lips. You glanced up at the ring on your finger again, thinking it wouldnât be so bad to be Bucky Barnesâ basement wife.Â
Slasher - Fluffy Ending
fluffy ending additional warnings: talk about past roleplay, some potentially risky decisions on reader's part, that's really it
You awoke with a start, the loud, chiming sound of the doorbell echoing through your grandmotherâs house and dragging you back to reality from the depths of your dream. A faint soreness permeated your body, and you frowned, the memory of your dream clinging to the edges of your mind. Â
Groggily, you opened your eyes to find you were curled up on the familiar rug in the basement of your grandmotherâs house, and you suspected the hard floor was likely the cause of your soreness. Still, you felt a faint tingling all over, the remnants of pleasure from your dream and you smiled as you stretched languidly, easing most of the aches in your limbs.
The doorbell chimed again, and you dragged yourself up, wiping drool from your cheek as you pulled your cardigan tighter around yourself and climbed the stairs up to the first floor. On your way to the door, you checked the time, finding it was nearly midnight, and wondered who was stopping by so late. All your relatives and all your grandmotherâs friends would be asleep.
Flicking on the porch light, you opened the front door, but the left the screen door latched when you found a strange man standing there. The frigid autuman night air wrapped around you, and you crossed your arms over your chest to stave off a shiver.Â
âHey Mrsââ The man had been standing with his back to you, facing the street, and swung around when he heard the door open. But he paused when he saw you, his greeting cutting off as if heâd been expecting someone else.Â
A distant corner of your brain pointed out that of course he was expecting someone elseâyou were answering the door at your grandmotherâs house.
But you couldnât pay attention to your mindâs logic because you were silently freaking out. The man looked almost exactly like Bucky Barnes.Â
He had the same sparkling blue eyes, though there wasnât any of the cold hatred that haunted your favorite horror movie villain. And his mouth was curved into a charming smile, which you knew for certain youâd never see on the version of Bucky from Slasher. The manâs hair was also shorter, and the stubble on his jaw was a little less scruffy, like heâd shaved that morning and it had grown out since then. The style really worked for him.Â
He was somehow even more attractive than Bucky Barnes. You didnât know how that was possible, but apparently it was.Â
The man shifted on his feet, running a hand through his hair, looking a little abashed.Â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to disturb ya,â he said, a slight Brooklyn accent in his voice. âSometimes I borrow some ground coffee from the lady who lives here when Iâve run out.â He shot you a sheepish smile and shrugged. âAnd Iâve run out.â
âOh,â you said, a little dumbly. âYou must be talking about my grandmother.â Your surprise over the manâs resemblance to Bucky was wearing off, and you found that his smile was infectious. He had a charm to him that made you want to tell him more than you should, which mustâve been why you found yourself saying, âSheâs on a cruise, and Iâm watching her house.â
It mightâve been a mistake to tell a strange man that much, but instead of doing anything to make you second-guess yourself, he just smacked a hand against his forehead. The gesture was so endearing, you couldnât help but laugh, warming to him even more.Â
âYouâre right! She told me about that.â He paused for a moment, his gaze raking over your faceâhopefully not finding any traces of drool on your chinâand his eyes softened. âSorry again to bother you, your granâs normally up watching one of those late shows, I hope I didnât wake you.â
You snorted to yourself. Of course your grandmother was known for staying up later than you. But you didnât want the man to feel bad. It wasnât like he woke you up before you came on dream Buckyâs cock.Â
âNo, no, itâs fine,â you said, shaking your head and smiling softly to let him know it really was fine. Again, you had the urge to say more to him than you normally would to a stranger. So, before you could hold your tongue, you blurted, âDo you know you look exactly like the villain from this old horror movie?âÂ
Even in the dim yellow light of the porch, you could see the manâs cheeks turn pink while he scrubbed a hand over his jaw. But he was hiding a smile behind his palm and when he caught your eye, there was humor in the depths of his gaze.
âYeah, I get that sometimes,â he said, his voice suddenly lower. âBucky Barnes from Slasher, right?âÂ
You nodded, almost mesmerized as you stared into his eyes. âI had the biggest crush on him,â you admitted, because apparently the filter between your brain and mouth had been left on the rug in your grandmotherâs basement. But the man only chuckled, the light flush fading from his face.
âDid you now?â he asked, his eyes shimmering with humor as he looked at your face, his gaze raking over the curve of your lips. He shifted closer to the door and a shiver skated down your spine at the way he loomed over you. âYâknow, my friends have called me Bucky ever since we watched that movie one summer when were idiot kids.â
âY-your nameâs Bucky?â you asked, excitement making your voice come out like a whisper.Â
The man looked to the side and chuckled, the sound low and rich and making you want to giggle ridiculously and kick your feet. When his gaze found yours again, his eyes were sparkling with playfulness and something more; his mouth was curved into a devastatingly charming grin.
âNo, my name is James Barnes, but pretty much everyone calls me Bucky.â He watched you absorb this information, shifting even closer to the door until you could feel the warmth of him seeping through the screen. âWould you like to call me Bucky, pretty girl?â he asked, his voice pitching so low and deep, you could feel it between your thighs.
Your shoulders trembled as you shivered, nodding eagerly as you whispered, âYes, please.â
Bucky rumbled a pleased sound, and his hand raised toward the screen, like he was reaching for you. But then he paused, as if catching himself. Huffing a laugh, he drew his hand back and wiped it down his face, seemingly forcing himself to straighten and take a step back.Â
You almost whined in protest, but caught yourself at the last second, biting your lip against a frown as he moved away. You hadnât realized how close the two of you had drifted to each other through the door until he was pulling away. You understood it was probably weird, the way you were acting with each other considering you just met, but the chemistry between you was palpable, and you desperately wanted to explore it as soon as possible.
âI probably shouldnât tell you this, but I have the mask,â Bucky confessed, breaking you free from your thoughts.Â
You were glad for it, because he was giving you another loaded look and you felt your belly swoop, butterflies taking flight as he smiled at you. It took a second to process his words, and when you did, you couldnât help the impish grin that spread across your face. You gestured for him to go on.
âI bought it for a girl I was seeing who said she wanted to roleplay,â he went on, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans and looking off to the side again, like he knew he wasnât supposed to be telling this to a girl he just met, but couldnât help himself. âBut I think I scared her off.â He turned his penetrating gaze back to you, pinning you in place while you held your breath. âYou donât strike me as the kind of girl who scares easily.â
You snorted again and tossed your head. That was an understatement, if your dream was any indication of your desiresâwhich it was. You gave the man called Bucky a cheeky smile. âNo, Iâm definitely not,â you told him, a hint of a challenge in your tone.
For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other. Then, you made a slightly reckless decision. Your hand reached for the latch of the screen door and pushed it open, all while holding his gaze.Â
âWhy donât you come in and get that coffee you needed,â you offered, hoping your instincts about Bucky were right, and he would turn out to be exactly the kind of man you wanted in your life. Besides, you told yourself, your grandmother liked him well enough to lend him some coffeeâand you trusted her judgement so he must be a decent guy. âAnd you can tell me what about your roleplay frightened off that girl.â
Buckyâs smile spread into a full-on grin, and he eagerly grabbed the door, opening it wider while he stepped forward. When you didnât move back right away and instead allowed him to step into your personal space, his gaze dropped to your mouth, his eyes darkening and the corners of his mouth twitching in another smile.
âDeal,â he rumbled. âSo long as you tell me more about this crush of yours.â
The memories of your dream flitted through your mind, feeling more real than any dream youâd ever had before, and you found you couldnât wait to tell Bucky about it. The man in front of you was warmer and kinder than the one youâd met in your dreams, but you had a feeling he had a dark side that liked to come out to playâjust like you.Â
âDeal.â After you said the word, you felt as if something truly special was beginning and your heart raced with excitement as you stared up into Buckyâs handsome face. Both of you were grinning like idiots.
Finally taking a step back, you welcomed Bucky into your grandmotherâs house, knowing deep in your bones that you were going to be in each otherâs lives for a very long timeâpossibly even forever. And you couldnât help but think that having this Bucky Barnes was even better than dreaming about your horror movie villain crush. After all, at least he was real.
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