#i did not want to ever touch that shit again

[muffinpink02]

Battle Wounds

This is for the anons that wanted a smutty story after seeing Alexia's recent and very sexy outbursts. This little fruit and this little fruit's ideas got this going. 

This also goes out to the anon/writer who suggested for me to write blurbs/headcanons to help with my writer's block. After you messaged me it gave me a bit of a kick and helped me out a lot. Thank you so much, you’re a gem and a star and very cute human. Another thank you to my girly @lucyandalexiafan for reading this and all my other shit I force you to read.

Word count - 2,398 Smut 18 - Soft smut, cunnilingus

You flinched when you saw her body hit the floor. 

But you couldn't stop the smile when you witnessed the anger in her eyes. 

An angry Alexia was a hot Alexia. You saw the look in her face, the way her frown lines deepened as she started to shout something to the offending player. 

You felt the heat in your stomach stir when you saw the vein bulge out on her neck and her finger wagging furiously as she spat quick Catalan. But the heat halted when you saw the way the blondes' eyes casted over to you. She was in pain. 

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Alexia opened the door to your flat, letting you in first as she always did.

You both sat down on the bench near the entry to remove your shoes, but you stopped when you heard Alexia groan.

“You okay, baby?” 

“Sí, just a little stiff.” The blonde's face was hidden from her damp showered hair but you could tell from her tone she was trying to hide the pain.

“You sure?” 

“Sí, it will pass.” She assured you, though you weren't completely convinced, but knowing Alexia you dropped it, for now.

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You sat on your bed scrolling through your phone, Alexia caught your eye as she walked into your bedroom. You watched her as she attempted to bend down to grab something from the bottom drawer, and just like you predicted she stopped mid bend, her face winced, letting out a small whine.

“Ale, are you okay?” You asked concerned as you turned off your phone.

“Sí, baby. I’m fine, I just moved too quickly.” She tried to put on a smile to hide her obvious pain.

You didn't believe her and you were over her shitty acting skills.

“Ale, come on. Stop lying. Is it your hip? Your rib? You thigh? Where does it hurt? Let me see.” You got up from your bed, stalking over to your girlfriend. 

“No, it's fine. Don’t worry, amor.”

“Don’t make me ask again, Ale.” You raised your eyebrow, not allowing any room for argument.

“Fine! It's my hip and my thigh, it hurts a little.” The blonde rolled her eyes, lifting up her top to let you see the damage. 

You frowned when you saw the usually tanned skin painted with an angry looking bruise. 

“Shit. That looks painful.” You gently lopped your fingers into the band of Alexia's pj shorts, pulling them lower. The deep purple bruising travelled down from the side of hip to the top of her thigh.

“It's not that painful.” Alexia muttered.

You bent down to your knees, taking a closer look at the bruise. You completely missed the way Alexias breath hitched as you innocently got into a position she usually saw you in for a whole different reason. 

“Are you sure? I keep seeing you flinch when you bend.” You looked up at the blonde whose eyes were fixed on you.

Alexia suddenly felt her cheeks blush seeing you on your knees. She mentally slapped herself for her inappropriate thoughts when all you were doing was checking if she was okay, but she couldn't help it. Her mind went from the pain in her thigh to the start of a small throb between her legs. 

You ever so gently ran your fingers at the edge of the deep purple patch, within seconds of you touching the girl you felt the tiny goosebumps on her skin prickle under your touch.

“I-I guess it hurts a little.” She whispered.

That's when you noticed the dilation in her pupils, the quick flex of her fingers and the rasp in her tone. 

She was turned on. You had been turned on since you saw the vein pump in her throat. 

Alexia was never one to shy away from asking for what she wanted, but right now her ego seemed to be a little bruised. You noticed it when the final whistle blew, you could see she felt vulnerable, and even a little embarrassed at herself for her outburst on the pitch. 

And you wanted to be the one to take it all away, the pain, the anger, and the unnecessary wall she had when it came to her being hurt, physically or mentally.

So, you knew what she wanted, but you had to coax it out of her a little more. 

“My poor baby. Do you think you'll be okay for training?” You stroked your fingers along her skin.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe, but it's a bit of a struggle.”

“Yeah, I can imagine. It must be hard to move.” 

The blonde nodded, suddenly feeling sorry for herself. “Sí, it hurts to walk.”

My god this girl was easy.

You tutted. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” You gently pressed your lips on the outside of her bruise, careful to not actually touch it. You pulled her shorts down a little lower, revealing more of her thigh.  

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? A bath? Some ice? A massage.” You whispered against her leg.

Alexia gritted her teeth as she felt your breath on her skin. “This is nice, your lips feel good.” 

“Yeah?” You smirked as you looked up at her. 

“Sí, it's making me forget about the pain.” She confessed.

“Good.” You pressed another kiss to her skin. 

An angry Alexia was hot, but a needy Alexia was fucking adorable. 

You moved your lips slowly over her thigh, making sure to not kiss too hard or touch the swollen area. 

“Is this helping?” You asked innocently as you looked up.

The blondes eyes were closed as she enjoyed the feeling of your lips on her. She nearly didn't hear you, lost in the feeling of your lips.

“Sí, it hurts a little more here.” She pulled her shorts further down, showing the v line on her rock solid stomach. She pointed a little closer to her inner thigh.

“Here?” You let your fingers trace her skin where she pointed.

“Hmm, hmm.” She nodded down at you, almost pouting.

God, this girl. You didn't even have to try hard to get her how you wanted her.

You peckd the soft flesh like she asked. Moving closer to where you knew she secretly but not so secretly, wanted you.

Alexia was already getting wet, the simple touch of your lips were spreading a wave of need for you through her body. She knew you were playing into her but she didn't care, she needed a gentle touch, she wanted to feel you like this. She wanted to let go.

“You’re so brave, aren't you, baby?” You whispered as you moved further inwards on her thigh. You could already smell her wetness, making your mouth taste buds water.

“You think I’m brave?” Her tone was soft.

“Of course. You’re the bravest.”

She gave you a sweet smile, biting her lip in the process. 

“It looked like it hurt when you hit the floor.” Your breath ghosted her sensitive flesh.

“It hurt so bad.” She sighed at your soft touch.

“Hmmm, my poor brave girl.” Your fingers pulled her shorts further down, finally revealing her sex. You smiled against her skin as you saw the shiny wet streaks already sticking to her lips. 

You felt fingers gently comb through your loose hair. 

“Sí. It hurts, amor.”

“How can I make it better?” You whispered as your mouth was inches from her pussy.

“Your tongue.” She husked.

Hook, line and sinker. 

“My tongue?” You asked innocently.

“Sí, it will make me feel better. It will make the pain go away.” God, she sounded desperate.

“Are you sure?” Your lips pressed against the crease of her thigh and lips. 

“Sí. Please.” She begged, her fingers flexed against your head, your hair tangling between her digits. The small throb between her legs began to ache, she could feel her wetness pooling between her lips. She couldn’t even be embarrassed at how quick of a mess she became for you.  

“My mouth will make you feel better?” You teased as your tongue darted out soft against her skin.

“Merda.Sí. It will, please, cariño.”

You leaned back for a moment. You pulled your hair into a high ponytail. You watched Alexia’s chest raise as her breathing became quicker. 

“Let me make you feel better then, baby.”

That was all Alexia needed to hear when she clumsily and eagerly pulled at her shorts, making them drop at her ankles. Her large hands gently gripped at your ponytail and guided your mouth to her hot and sensitive core. You instinctively stuck your tongue out, allowing the blonde to move your head against herself. Her essence coated your taste buds as you moved your tongue deeper inside, making your mouth water at her familiar taste. 

“Sí, sí. This feels so good.” 

Her hips gently rocked into your face as you began to work your mouth against her. You’d let her control this however she wanted, if it meant she would feel a little bit better. 

You felt your cunt throb when you heard her small little gasp each time your tongue flicked over her clit. You groaned against her softly as her hands gripped tighter at your hair.

“Baby. Medra. Your mouth. You make me feel so good.”

Her head leaned back as the pleasure of your tongue sent tingles up her spine and through her body. 

You lapped through her wet folds, moving in a slow and gentle motion. You wanted to make sure she could feel every inch of your tongue as it rolled through velvety folds. You made sure to be loud about it, whimpering as you felt her juices gathering at her core. And you were more than happy to swallow every drop of her. 

“Bebé. Déu.” She exhaled a shaky breath.

You were in heaven as you knelt on your knees pleasing your girlfriend, giving her everything she wanted, moving at her pace. 

You sat back, looking up at the half naked goddess in front of you. Alexia’s hooded eyes followed your movements, watching her own juices clinging to your swollen lips as you sat back.

“You taste so good, baby.” 

A shy smile crossed her face. “You feel so good. I don’t want you to stop.”

“I’ll go for as long as you need.” You winked up at her before kissing her lips.

Instead of going straight back to her core, you pressed your lips against her skin, kissing and licking her thighs leaving wet marks in your trail. Alexia watched you with awe. Her eyes closed as she felt you worship her. The tension in her body started to fade, she couldn't even feel the pain anymore, all she could think and feel was you. 

You moved your face back between her legs, taking one long swipe of your tongue through her velvety folds, delicately sucking her clit between your plump lips. You quickly had the girl moaning loudly above you.

Her hips began to move at her a quicker pace, thrusting your mouth deeper between her legs. 

“Just like that. Merda. Your mouth is perfect.”

The blonde could feel her orgasm fast approaching, the hot feeling in her stomach began to rise. She couldn't hold back her small whimpers, the ones you knew of by heart. You were slow with it, every flick of your tongue was precise as you heard the girl approaching her climax. 

You brought your hands up, curving around Alexia's firm arse. You squeezed her flesh encouraging her hips to keep thrusting. You couldn't stop the smile on your wet lips when you heard the moan that escaped her throat. 

Alexia glanced down at you, her lips parted open as she watched you on your knees for her. 

Your eyes were closed, a small frown sat between your brow as you concentrated on nothing but her pleasure. Your ponytail was wrapped tightly around her first as she guided your head back and forth between her thighs. The lude and wet sucking of your mouth was loud as your tongue eagerly caressed her cunt. She smirked, biting her bottom lip when she spotted her essence messily smeared over your cheeks and chin. 

God, she loved this sight of you.

“You look so good on your knees for me.” Her voice rasped.

You opened your eyes at her words. You cheekily winked up at her smirking into her pussy. 

She let out a breathless chuckle, picking up her pace as she held you impossibly closer. Muffled moans escaped your lips as you kept sucking her clit, vibrating against the bud. The grip in your hair became tighter, as she felt her orgasm just on the edge, a few more thrust of her hips and you were pushing over the edge. Her knees started to shake, the small quick panting her orgasm rippled through her body.

“Sí! Sí! Don’t stop!”

You held on to her cheeks as her hips smacked against your mouth, her essence washing over your tongue as you kept sucking her clit. A shaky deep breath exhaled from her lips as she slowly came to a stop, releasing the hold she had on your hair. 

“Wow.” She closed her eyes, her muscles still spasming.

You gave a few gentle licks, before she gripped your hair again, gently pulling you back. You smiled as you looked up at blown out hazel eyes and a goofy grin on her face.

“Feeling better?” You gave her thigh a sweet kiss.

“Sí, so much better. But it might be painful for a while. I might need you to do that every time it hurts.” She forced a fake pout.

You threw your head back, giggling at your girlfriend's needy voice. 

“I’m always here to help. Even if it means being on my knees for you.” 

She stroked your face lovingly, giving you that toothy smile she only shared with you.

You kissed her thigh again, inhaling the smell of her as your lips got close to her pussy once more. Your soft touches sent sparks to her still throbbing clit. 

Alexia bit her lip as she watched you. Her mind clouded with arousal. 

“Amor, it's still a bit painful. I think I need you again.” She pleaded.

“Anything for you, Ale.”

And you were more than happy to be guided back between her legs, making sure she forgot all about the pain.

[soleilchanson]

Boxer!Sukuna who dedicates his first ever win to you

Note: female reader

Masterlist

Your heart was racing. Sukuna had prepared you for the fact that boxing arenas could get overwhelming with the constant yelling and cheering for violence, but you still felt uneasy watching your boyfriend receive punch after punch.

You knew your boyfriend was just a rookie boxer but you couldn’t help but pray that by some miracle, he would be able to defeat his opponent. He had been training specifically for this match for the past two months and had sacrificed his blood, sweat and tears for it. It didn’t help that his opponent was a seasoned winner.

Your chest tightened as Sukuna was struck down once again. All you could think about was how he would study his opponent’s moves late at night while you stayed up with him. You pressed your hands together, hoping that he would win by some miracle.

Almost as if on cue, Sukuna managed to dodge a critical hit and wound his arm to absolutely knock out his opponent. The other fighter fell on to the ground and did not get up even after the countdown. The referee grabbed Sukuna’s hand and raised it in the air as the crowd erupted in cheers.

You let out a sigh of relief and clapped as loudly as possible for your boyfriend’s triumph. It was his first win as a professional boxer. He was going to start making a name for himself pretty soon and you could only imagine what was to come after. He deserved this. It was all because of his hard work and resilience.

Sukuna’s tired eyes searched for yours in the VIP box and you smiled at him. He returned an exhausted one back to you and proceeded to do something you never expected.

He kissed his fingers and pointed to you, all your friends and in the VIP box began clamoring with teases and giggles.

Even while being adorned with his belt, Sukuna’s eyes never left yours. He mentioned earlier that your presence was integral to his success but you never knew it was to such a degree. You blew him a flowing kiss and he chuckled at the sight. He didn’t even bother to look at the cameras looming around him until his manager told him to pose for the pictures.

Of course, after his first win, he was immediately subject to a press conference. He sulked at first, hoping that he could share at least a moment with you before being bombarded with questions but he decided to get it over with so he could go home soon.

“Mr. Sukuna, how do you feel after your first win.”

“Fucking tired.” Your bruised and battered boyfriend replied. The crowded erupted into a few giggles and murmurs at his deadpan reply.

“Would you like to mention any people that helped you become a good fighter?”

“Aside from my coach, I want to dedicate my win to my girlfriend. She put up with a lot of my shit while training.”

You giggled at his reply from backstage. Supporting wasn’t a chore but it was extensive work. Cooking twice the amount of food so he could bulk, constantly having your sleep disturbed because he would train in the early hours of the morning, and not go too crazy when you ate out on dates was difficult but well worth the effort.

-

After the press conference, you two were back home. Sukuna had retired to your bedroom while you did the finishing touches of your night time skin care.

“The winner of today’s fight commands his woman’s presence.” Your boyfriend called out, urging you to hurry up. You put away your containers and walked to the bedroom. “I’m here, your majesty.” You sarcastically replied as you laid down next to him. He had a frown on his face from being alone.

He opened up the blanket to let you in and slotted you next to him with your back facing his chest. His arms wrapped around you as he tucked your head under his chin. “I forgot to congratulate you earlier.” You speak out.

He hums and squeezes you. “Thanks. Only took you 3 hours to say that.” You could almost feel him sulk.

“Can you blame me? You were surrounded by people. I needed to let you have your moment.” You reasoned.

“What about when we were driving back? It was just you and me in the car.”

“You fell asleep as soon as your ass touched the seat.”

He scoffed at your reply and pushed you away. “Whatever, it’s not like getting a congratulatory kiss from my girlfriend was the only thing I wanted.” He said as he turned his back you.

This man was a big baby. The world saw him as an upcoming and fearful fighter but here he was sulking over the fact that you didn’t give him attention.

You giggled and rubbed his back to soothe him. “I can still give you a congratulatory kiss if you want.” For a second, you swore that he almost turned around but he gave you the silent treatment instead. “Kuna,” you whined. As much as you cringed while saying it, you knew using that nickname was his weakness.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, baby. Let me give you the kind of kiss a winner deserves.” You said as you rubbed his stomach. The man turned around, eyes not meeting yours. He was still sporting the frown from earlier.

You held his face in your hands. Your fingers traced his tattoos and you could see his eyes rapidly moving because of your touch. You giggled and moved your fingers to his lips. Luckily, his opponent missed them during the fight so you could easily kiss him.

You slowly pressed your lips against his and he immediately reciprocated. While your touch was delicate with your hand on cradling face, his touch was rougher. His hand entwined in your hair as his body pressed to yours. Your tongue entered his mouth and he gladly welcomed it which a slight suck.

His free hand travelled down to your waist and rolled you on top of him. The kiss would’ve gotten more heated if he didn’t wince all of a sudden.

“What’s wrong, Kuna?”

He propped you back down on the bed. And grabbed the area right beneath his chest. “Ah shit, I forgot about my rib getting bruised.” You grimaced at the thought of him being in pain.

“Want me to get some ice? I can always sleep on the couch so I don’t end up accidentally kicking you.” You said out of concern.

His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head. “Don’t worry, it’s not that bad.” He grabbed ahold of your waist again and just pulled you close to him. “I didn’t win that trophy so my girlfriend could sleep on the couch. And since I’m a boxing champion, I can handle a few punches from you.”

“But-“

“Shush.” He pecked you on the lips to keep you from protesting. “This is how I wanna celebrate my first win. With you next to me.”

[frmisnow]

summary. growing up with religious guilt had always made you rather avoidant of church, but a point comes where you feel like you have no one and must confess to well... anyone. you didn't expect to fall in love with the priest on the other side though !

warnings / includes. angst, alcoholism, themes of religious guilt, suggestive, inspired by fleabag

god loves you , just not enough to save you.

in the time where everything changes and you fuck up over and over, again and again — you yearn, crave thourly for patterns that remain alike. like the cigarettes you hold, that remind you of the burn marks on your skin or the alcohol, that turned you into a sort of alcoholic you promised yourself, you'd never become.

or would it be the cold cross that you haven't touched in years, which would finally save you out of your misery?

it cuts into your skin, leaves the same wounds it did once. you're weaker then you've ever been, so you let it. because at the same time, it's cooling against your heated skin. flush from the shots earlier, and the vodka bottle you just smashed onto the hard ground ahead of the church.

because damned be god for bringing you back to this place. you had promised, not just to yourself but him as well that you'd never enter it again. but who are you kidding? you were notourosly known for breaking promises.

the chapel is quiet, too quiet, and the echo of your footsteps sounds like the last word of a sinner's prayer. you can firmly feel your own shadow behind you, you want to ask it to reach it's black hands to the very you. end it once and for all, and let you burn in hell just to remind you of the fire that had once lingered in you, comforting and warm.

but you don't. you don't beg, instead sliding into the tiny, hollow space at the very back — the confessional.

"forgive me father, for what i have sinned.." you slur, leaning against the wall that seperates you and god knows who, because you need, you want to hear him breathe. not to see his face, because you couldn't bear looking at people anymore, but to hear him be there at least.

you don't await for a response, the alcohol in your system, just as always, making you speak before you think, "it's just- i feel like everything is going to shit. i have affectively pushed everyone and anyone out of my life, that i have even remotely cared about. and i- father, i- it's like i'm doing it on purpose, though i don't even want to."

you sigh, leaning against the wall even further, praying that hands would spawn out of the wood and embrace you, "i- fucking miss feeling," you pause, gulping, "loved."

"i want somebody to tell me what to do, exactly what for every aspect of my life. because," you groan, throwing your head back in frustration, "i don't want to make decisions anymore."

silence fills the wooden cabinet, deafening silence and you can feel something wet down your cheek.

"kneel."

you look up to the wooden wall once more ask you hear the request from the other side, your vision just a little blurry, as you croak, your voice just above an whisper, "what?"

“please, kneel,” he repeats, softer this time, yet firm. the authority in his tone makes you feel embraced because it's just what you asked for. please tell me what to do with myself, for eternity.

the creak of the cabinet door breaks through your thoughts, and before you can process it, he’s there, silhouetted in the dim light, casting a shadow that feels both holy and sinful.

he kneels to your level, close enough for you to inhale the heady scent of his cologne — rich, memorable, and everything you’ve been missing.

without thinking, you lean into him, your lips crashing against his in a desperate clash. it’s raw, fevered; every ounce of longing spills out in that one kiss. his hands find your face, grounding you, making you feel like maybe, just maybe, you’re worthy of this sacred act, this moment.

when he pulls away, your eyes remain closed but you can feel the thumb of his tracing over your bottom lip. it's like baptization, just a second time. please make me feel loved, pick up the pieces of me like the glass shambles of the vodka bottle outside, put them back together. fix me. you're the only one who can.

but you remain quiet once more and when you open your eyes, he's gone.

[cakerybakery]

Huge fan of your work

Hear me out, Cow sinner Adam 👀 (I feel like I've seen this idea before but imma say it just in case)

Basically Adam is just living in the hotel like normal, however his tits start to lactate like crazy so he has to secretly milk himself. He realized he could sell his milk and so that's what he does and the hotel starts to notice all this new shit Adam keeps buying. So Lucifer gets suspicious and sneaks into Adams room and is very surprised to see 2 fridges, one was provided to the guests while the other is new.

Lucifer opens it to reveal breast milk in those baggys. Lucifer basically starts stealing some after realizing how good it tastes and Adam starts to notice some missing milk.

I’ve done a bull Adam before, I can totally picture a cow Adam.

@sir-tater-of-the-tot

Milk snake

They were truly top-tier tits. The best fucking pair Adam had ever seen or squeezed. Firm, large, and perky. He could spend all day fondling them, rubbing the nipples, holding them. Adam wanted to bury his face in them. Just go to fucking town on them. Their only problem was that they were his.

He dropped his tits and sighed, watching how well they bounced in the mirror.

It wasn’t fair. He finally found a pair of tits better than Eve’s, and they were his own.

Playing with them got him hard, but not because he found them attractive. Oh no, nothing as great as that. In fact, he didn’t find them sexually attractive at all. They were hot, he could appreciate how perfect they were, but seeing them didn’t get his dick hard. Nope. Nothing. Instead, playing with the sensitive breast and nipples did.

Adam had even cum a couple times from just fondling his tits. Groping them, squeezing them, rubbing and pinching the nipples. It was just supposed to be a little foreplay before getting to the good stuff, his dick, instead, he found himself unable to stop playing with them. He followed his needs, stimulating his breasts until he came.

He lay there in the afterglow, slowly coming to his senses that his hands never left the glorious pair of milkers he’d been gifted when he fell. That he lay there on his bed, legs spread, cum dripping, and his tits aching to be touched again, and never once laid a finger on his cock.

They had been so hard to hide as well. It wasn’t so bad when he had worn robes. He was rather shapeless in the robe. But then Angel started asking why he always wore a dress, and it seemed pants were in order.

So he started muzzling his sweater puppies down with tape and a few large hoodies.

It hurt. Like a shit ton. Eventually he stopped and ended up just buying a sports bra. It stopped him from jiggling, and no one seemed to notice his tits. Not even the princess of pep, who once noticed he changed his shampoo from honey and milk scented to almond and milk scented.

It could be that at his size they simply weren’t saying crap to his face about his sinner form. Maybe coming in near nine feet tall with sharp horns, big, thick hooves that easily crushed anything he stepped on, and generally being a bull in a China shop got most folks to back off.

At least the majority of his golden spots were hidden under his clothing. There was only the one over his left eye that showed. The one covering his back, wrapped around to his sides and thighs, shaped annoyingly much like his wings used to be, was always covered. Along with the random splotches on his legs and arms.

His breasts had been aching like crazy lately, though. Just soreness. Like he had a knot but in his tits.

He looked at them in the mirror again.

It just hurt. Right along the side of his tit. He pressed with his thumb against a hard node. Rubbing it towards the nipple, but that didn’t help as the breast moved too easily. He grabbed the breast by the underside to hold the tit and pressed again. It was definitely what hurt. Some sort of bump. He rubbed, pushing his thump towards his large areola, and watched as a thin stream of milk sprayed the mirror. The pearly, shimmering white milk beaded on his nipple, and he nearly cried.

His breasts ached so badly because they were full of milk.

Adam tried to ignore his breasts after that, but they hurt so fucking much.

They made it hard to sleep. The aching was constant and edging into pain.

He felt the instinct to relieve his heavy chest constantly.

The nodes were hard, and he eventually gave in. He did it in the shower so he wouldn’t have to clean crap up and could just pretend it never happened.

As he massaged his breasts and expressed his milk, Adam recalled vaguely that the little lumps were clogs. Eve got them sometimes when a baby was latching poorly or weaning from milk. They came from not expressing the milk out enough.

Adam remembered what happened to Eve when the clogs became a problem. Ignoring his breasts was going to give him an infection.

Expressing the milk felt so good. His heavy, aching tits felt relief for the first time in a couple weeks.

He stood there in the shower, hot water running down his back, steam in the air, and milked himself until nothing else would come.

Adam liked to claim he was a bull sinner, but the truth was he was a cow. One that had desperately needed to be milked.

For a few weeks, Adam showered about three times a day, expressing the milk from his breast by hand. He was starting to fucking hate the shower.

One day as he was procrastinating a shower, and looking up ways to express milk faster, when he got an ad for a breast pump and realized breast pumps fucking existed. He would be saved from multiple daily showers, and the hotel’s water bill would go back to normal.

He ordered some to be delivered discreetly and waited an agonizing three days for the free delivery. The only kind he could afford after splurging all his savings on the pump.

Following the instructions, he sterilized the components, sat properly, hooked himself up, and moaned in relief as his tits were sucked dry.

“Oh yeah. That’s the shit right there.”

For the first time in a long time, he didn’t ache.

As Adam watched the bottles that came with the machine fill up, he kind of felt guilty. In the shower, he didn’t see how much it was, but looking at it, there was a lot of milk being wasted.

‘Fuuuuck!’

He thought the W-word.

His old anxieties from Earth kicked in. The hard winters when they didn’t have enough, and he wonder how he would feed his wife and children. The warm summers filled with times of plenty when things went to waste because they didn’t know how to preserve things yet and it hurt to let things go to waste.

Adam hated waste.

He hated wasting food. Even in heaven, he made sure to finish off whatever he took.

He hated wasting time. There was always stuff to do.

He hated the wastes of sperm the sinners were, wasting their shot into heaven in order to harm others.

A fucking waste!

And now, here he was, wasting precious milk. But what could he do? He had no babies to feed it to. He checked on that situation as soon as he fell and realized what was going on up top. The fact that he was all male below the waist had given him a mixed bag reaction. Relief but also a sense of longing he hadn’t felt since being alive.

So he went to the only place weird enough for answers. The internet.

He found recipes and art, but he didn’t want to eat his own titty juice, and he wasn’t interested in making art. Adam liked music, but he never had the sit stillness for painting and drawing.

Giving up, he moved on to sinstagram. Half-heartedly thinking that maybe there were some ideas there.

Normally he just paid attention to the imps and succubi posting pictures of their tits when one of his favourite actresses came up. She wasn’t in her usual revealing outfit, and he almost kept scrolling when he caught the word breastmilk in her post.

He scrolled back up to the beginning, and the video started to play.

“Hey guys! I’m working with the Pentagram City Hospital as this month’s charity of the month. They’re looking for things like baby hats, blood donations, and even breast milk donations. And as per usual, I’ll be working with them to personally donate my time and money. For every donation of hats, blood, or milk, you’ll receive fifty dollars from me. And this is throughout the month.”

You can donate milk?

This stuff would probably go to waste today, but he could still go down and get signed up.

He cleaned himself up and the pump up, puttered around with one of the princess’ exercises before excusing himself and taking the city bus down to the hospital.

Possibly the worst part was the surprised look on the imp nurse’s face when he told why he was there.

“You’re a… a… well… a sinner though.”

So it actually wasn’t too bad. He expected more judgement, but he supposed this was hell.

They were far more surprised by a sinner producing breast milk than him being male. The nurse immediately clocked him as a cow instead of a bull, and he’d be offended, but she just shrugged, “I lived on a ranch.”

They asked him some questions and ran some tests, and he was good to go. Since he was full again, they pumped him and were amazed by the volume.

For the rest of the month, he kept the milk in his personal fridge and then took it down to be donated and to get pumped down there. Collecting fifty bucks every day.

It got annoying quick though. If he wasn’t getting paid, he wouldn’t do it at all; he bitched once to the nurse.

Adam didn’t really mean it. But likely he’d just freeze it or something and take it down every few days instead. Breast milk was only good for a couple days; after that, it needed to be frozen. He didn’t want to waste it, not when there were a bunch of hell-born babies that could use it. But once they were no longer paying him, he wouldn’t be down every fucking day.

Well, the nurse must have said something to someone, because next thing he knew they were offering him four hundred a week to keep coming. Adam was a golden cow to the neonatal ward.

With no babies to feed of his own, which gave his heart an envious twinge when he saw the little ones go by, the milk bank wasn’t just getting the leftovers of the few hellborns that were overproducing. And oh boy was he overproducing. He could definitely fully feed a set of year-old twins with his milk every few hours.

All the pumping had a downside. He had to up the pumping from just three times a day to six to relieve the ache and had to buy a fridge/freezer combo to keep it all in. On the days he donated the milk, he didn’t bother freezing it.

Other than the inconvenience of having to pump, it was a pretty sweet gig. Babies in the hospitals around hell got breast milk. He got four hundred bucks a week for something he could do while scrolling on his phone or watching TV.

He looked antisocial as fuck, always having to go up to his room to pump during the day.

And getting the breast milk out of the hotel undetected was a nightmare. Lucifer was always in the lobby with one of his projects, making ducks, doing crosswords to help stop him from just making ducks, or painting ducks on canvas because he was bad at crosswords but promised to stop making so many duck toys after they started spilling out of his own room, to asking where he was going.

But four hundred bucks was four hundred bucks.

He was enjoying having the extra cash on hand too.

-

Angel was the first to notice, and Charlie was the first to suggest Lucifer talk to Adam.

He had no job but suddenly had money to burn, and everyone now wondered if he’d gotten mixed up in some criminal, even if not actually a crime in hell, activity.

Charlie kept gasping and listing some horrible mortal crime.

“Ah! What if he’d dealing drugs? Ah! What if he’s burying bodies at night?” She paced back and forth in his office. “Dad! What if he runs a gang?”

Lucifer had quite enough of her theories. He was trying to do one of the crosswords from the book Charlie had given him, and it was hard to concentrate with her freaking out over what was likely nothing.

It didn’t matter how much he assured her that Adam likely just picked up some part-time job; she still fretted.

Of course he was secretly worried that Adam had some sort of criminal job by accident. Adam wasn’t an innocent man by any means, but he’d been tucked safely away in heaven when people really started to sin. He could be getting tricked by someone.

So Lucifer agreed to check it out. Every third day Adam left with a large backpack and the least believable excuses in the realm.

“Going on a private picnic, my skinny white ass.” Lucifer muttered to himself.

Adam hadn’t left yet for the day, so whatever he was hiding was still in his room. Charlie was keeping everyone busy with an exercise, so he had about half an hour.

Shapeshifting into a snake, he easily slipped under the door. He slithered through the messy room. Flicking his tongue as he went to try and get a taste of some sort of drugs or gunpowder, unusual dirt, anything out of place.

All he got was milk. Lots and lots of milk.

He moved among the dirty clothing and discarded junk, past the mini fridge, the counter, the full-sized fridge, and the potted plant that had seen better days, making his way towards-

Wait.

Lucifer picked his head up and looked back. He twisted his head to the side in confusion. Residents only got one mini fridge, not a full-sized fridge. What could he need a second fridge for?

Transforming back to his regular form, he went back to the small kitchenette area. Each room had one. Just a place people can use to store little food items and prep snacks or such.

A mini fridge, a small sink, cupboards, a little electric range, and a microwave. Enough that someone doesn’t have to go down to the hotel kitchen to make some instant noodles or something.

The large fridge isn’t supposed to be there. Whatever’s going on is being stored in that fridge.

On one side were a couple dozen strangely flattened bags, frozen. On the other side were a few unfrozen bags standing up.

He pulled one out, and the bag had measurements on them. Lucifer opened it and sniffed. It smelled like milk.

Sticking his finger in, Lucifer gave it a taste. It was definitely milk. But it had a flavour he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was rather good.

The lock on the door suddenly clicked, and he could hear Charlie shout Adam's name suddenly.

Lucifer quickly closed the fridge and shifted back, but he still held the bag he had grabbed from the fridge. He slithered into a pile of laundry.

Waiting, nestled among Adam's dirty boxers and sweaty t-shirts, Lucifer tried not to flick his tongue absentmindedly lest he lick something he’d rather not or smell something he definitely didn’t want to.

He watched as Adam managed to get away from Charlie and shut the door.

Adam rubbed his chest and grimaced as he walked to the kitchenette. There was a lot of shuffling of metal pots, some water running, and Adam turned on the stove.

Pulling his sweater off, Adam tossed it on the dresser, and Lucifer stared at Adam’s chest.

If his little snake jaw could drop, it would. At first Lucifer thought Adam was wearing some sort of crop top, but when Adam pulled the garment off, Lucifer realized it was a bra, and that bra was hiding a lovely pair of breasts.

Lucifer could see the spots as golden as Adam’s wings from when he’d been an angel. How Adam’s fingers absentmindedly petted the patch that crossed his back and hips.

With the beasts freed from their cage, Adam seemed to breathe easier. He leaned against the counter as he scrolled through his phone until a timer went off and he started doing something Lucifer couldn’t see at the counter.

As Adam went to walk by, Lucifer ducked a little into the clothing and accidentally flicked his tongue.

‘Ugh.’ All he could smell was sweat and old milk. Not a pleasant combination. That was it; he was putting washing and drying machines in each room. Lucifer drank a bit of the milk in the bag to get rid of the taste and smell in his mouth of Adam’s dirty laundry.

God, it tasted really good. It reminded him of- something. Just right there on the tip of his forked tongue. Where did he get this?

He watched Adam sit down in his chair, turn on the TV, and hold some weird-looking devices to his breasts. As Adam turned them on and it made a sucking noise, Lucifer was even more confused.

The fuck was Adam doing? It was like those ads Lucifer would see on TV before he stopped watching television for penis pumps. Was that some kind of breast pump? Was he trying to make his tits even bigger?

Why? Unless he was showing them off for money, why would he want bigger breasts?

Oh god!

Was Adam a stripper? Is that why he has so much money now? Was he trying to earn more by making his breasts bigger? Did he like his job, or was he just desperate for money? Did he make a deal with someone? Were they forcing him to strip? Forcing him to make his breasts bigger?

It took close to a minute of Lucifer trying to wrap his mind around the whys and the thousands of questions and the brewing anger that someone was probably taking advantage of his normally so modestly dressing frie— guy who lives at the hotel, who actively avoids his body being seen. A guy whose tits were going to be featured in every one of Lucifer’s sex dreams from now on, which was its own set of issues in Lucifer’s brain. It took him that long to realize he could hear a spraying noise.

Looking back at Adam, the copious amount of milk in the fridge and freezer, and the strange bags, it started to make sense.

It was a breast pump, but not for what Lucifer had thought.

This answered the questions Lucifer had about the milk in the fridge but not what he was doing with it. And he still didn’t have an answer for why Adam could afford the things he was buying. Lucifer suspected both things were related; he just didn’t know how.

Lucifer waited half an hour or so until Adam was done and he got up.

Once Adam was in the kitchenette and had his back to Lucifer, he slithered out of the pile of dirty laundry. Moving quickly but trying to stay hidden as he slithered through the room, Lucifer made his way into Adam’s backpack.

There was a side pocket on the backpack, and Lucifer had to shrink down a little, but he was able to coil up inside of the pocket.

It took patience, but once Adam washed and put away his breast pump, then dressed again, he grabbed the backpack. Lucifer stayed very still to not draw attention to himself as Adam filled the bag up.

The backpack was slung onto Adam’s back, and Lucifer poked his head out just in time to see the now empty fridge being closed.

Adam sounded fidgety. Lucifer could hear him playing with the strap and pacing from foot to foot as they waited for the elevator to descend. They pass through the lobby quickly, and Lucifer pops his head out just enough for Charlie to see him before ducking back in.

Hopefully that will reassure Charlie that he had everything well in hand.

He didn’t; right now he didn’t even have hands. But he wasn’t worried either.

Lucifer was the devil. Whatever weird fucking shit Adam has gotten himself mixed up in, he could handle it.

They took the bus, and Lucifer moved carefully from the pocket up to Adam’s hood. It was a bit of a risky move, but Lucifer didn’t want to get left behind with the backpack if Adam set it down or gave it to someone.

He peeked out as they got to their stop, and Lucifer nearly twisted all the way around in confusion when he saw that they were at the hospital.

Adam spoke to the nurses like he knew them all personally; he even stopped to chat with a couple about some upcoming concerts he was saving up to go to.

“Tickets in the nosebleed section cost like two weeks worth of milk.” He lamented. “But it’ll be worth it. And I have a couple months to save up.”

"I know the feeling." The nurse sighed. "I went a few decades ago when they were last in Pentagram City. The ticket cost me an arm and a leg, both right for some reason, but it was so worth it."

"You'd think they'd come to the capital city more often." A different nurse said. "Shouldn't we get all the cool shit? The king lives here."

Adam scoffed, "As if he'd go to something as cool as a rock show. Guy's an old man with his ducks and crosswords. Totally lame."

Lucifer almost bit him.

"Besides, the band broke up for like twenty years. This is a reunion tour."

One of the nurses just snorted, “Old man or not, the king is still cute.”

Oh, he liked that one.

"Hey, Adam!"

Someone new had come up, and Lucifer desperately wished he could put a face to the voices. See what was going on a little. But if he poked his head out, he'd be caught.

"Hey, Helen. Good to see you."

"Weren't you just here the other day?" Helen teased.

Adam laughed, "What can I say? I love visiting with you ladies."

"Flirt." Helen laughed. "I'll take everything down to the milk bank and be right back with your check for the week."

"Thanks, Helen."

So Adam was selling his milk to the hospital. There was nothing illegal or criminal about that. Not even unethical. Honourable even. The bastard might just make it back to heaven doing this sort of thing.

Adam continued to chat with the nurses until Helen returned with his check and he left. The rest of the trip was fairly boring. The bank, he stopped to get some ice cream, which just made Lucifer think about breastmilk ice cream, and finally back to the hotel.

Lucifer dropped to the grass outside and waited for Adam to go inside before turning back. He immediately fell as he went to move forward because he'd been a snake for a couple hours and forgot for a moment that he had legs.

With the information he gathered, he put Charlie and everyone else's minds at ease but didn't tell them what he knew. Just that it was fine and safe, and obviously Adam didn't want them to know.

For the most part, people were content with that. Secrets around the hotel had a way of biting everyone in the ass. If Adam wasn't mixed up in some criminal type of activity and they wouldn't be going into battle again, then people were mostly happy to let sleeping hellhounds lie.

Lucifer couldn't let things lie, particularly not as he lay in bed at night, remembering Adam's breasts. He wished he hadn't left what was left of that baggie of milk in that pile of Adam's dirty clothing. That flavour was bothering him. It tasted familiar.

He lay there remembering it and it clicked. The milk tasted like how Eden smelled.

He wanted more.

Ignoring the craving he'd developed didn't help.

Just being around Adam was giving him urges he couldn't explain. Not to a sane person anyway.

Lucifer wanted to drain Adam dry in more ways than one.

He could smell the milk on Adam now. The hint of milk when he started to look uncomfortable, before he left to go up to his room for a bit.

Lucifer hadn't been paying attention before, but now he was.

After a couple weeks, he couldn't take it anymore and snuck back into Adam's room. He opened the fridge only to find it empty.

Adam had frozen every last drop.

So he waited. Lucifer didn't even leave Adam's room.

All night he watched Adam sleep and resisted the desire to slither between those tits.

It was apparently delivery day, as Adam didn't freeze the batch he pumped that morning.

As soon as Adam was gone, Lucifer stole a bag from the fridge. Promising himself it was just this one time.

-

Either he was going crazy or someone was stealing his milk.

Adam had just finished his fourth pump of the day, and each tit filled their own bag; even he could figure out that he should have eight bags of milk. But counting the ones in his hands that he just pumped, there were only seven bags.

Someone was definitely stealing his milk. Worse, they were stealing it from fucking babies. The preemies in the NICUs across hell were fed his fucking milk to help them grow.

He was going to fucking murder someone.

But first, Adam was buying a camera and setting it up in his room. Once he caught the bastard and tore them a new hole, Adam was going to be strictly freezing the milk and putting a lock on the fridge.

Of course it took a few more days, but Adam saw what he was looking for.

Lucifer.

The fucker was at least drinking it. If Lucifer had been dumping it or something, then Adam would have ripped him two new holes instead of the one Adam owed him.

Adam decided it would be best to catch Lucifer red-handed instead of just accusing him. So he waited.

It took until early afternoon a few days later for Lucifer to show up in Adam's room. As soon as Lucifer opened the fridge and started pulling out a bag, Adam burst in with a triumphant, "AH HA!"

Lucifer dropped the still closed bag and froze in shock. He fumbled over his words and Adam interrupted him.

"Cut the crap, asshole. I have you on camera. What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Turning golden, Lucifer admitted to stealing the milk to drink.

“Fucking, why?”

“It- it tastes good.”

Adam could have strangled the man. “That’s not a fucking excuse to steal from babies! You know how many babies one of those bags can feed. Like fucking eight newborns!” Scooping up the dropped bag, he put it back in the fridge and slammed the door shut.

He boxed Lucifer in at the counter. The bastard king of hell barely came up to his elbows, so Adam had to lean down to loom over him properly.

Adam was livid. “You sick little bastard.” He jabbed Lucifer in the chest. “I know you’re a fucking sin and all but to steal from babies is a new low.”

“It-!”

“I don’t want any of your shit!”

“I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Oh is that so? You want milk so bad? Fine!” Adam tore off his hoodie and bra without so much as a second thought. He grabbed Lucifer and pulled him to his chest. “Drink up, if you want it so fuc-!”

Lucifer did just what Adam told him to do. He latched onto the breast and suckled.

Adam’s knees felt weak and started to buckle as pleasure ran through him. They crashed against the counter as Adam’s legs gave out on him. He went from enraged to horny like the flick of a switch, or the flick of Lucifer’s forked tongue over his nipple.

He rutted against Lucifer and whimpered. The urge to moo was insane. Adam could feel what little had replenished in his breast draining, and he could hear Lucifer swallowing.

Lucifer’s hands held onto Adam as they sank to the floor together.

They ended up with Adam on top, just keeping himself up by his forearms, while Lucifer switched breasts.

Adam let out a whimpering ‘moo’ as he came.

His whole body thrummed with every draw of milk from his breast.

Kneading the empty tit with one hand, Lucifer drank from the other to his satisfaction. Coming off with a pop, Lucifer continued to pay attention to Adam’s breasts. Groping them, pinching the nipples as the pearly white liquid beaded up slowly, and lapping up the milk until Adam couldn’t stand the attention anymore and rolled off of Lucifer onto his back.

The man tried to follow, but Adam pushed him off.

“Cut it out.” Adam groaned, holding the little milk snake back by the face. “Too much stimulation. I need a break.”

Lucifer’s long tongue licked around Adam’s wrist, and he let go of Lucifer’s face, wiping the saliva onto Lucifer’s jacket.

“If I tell you to stop drinking the donor milk, am I going to catch you in here again?”

Looking stricken, as though he was trying to tell Adam he wouldn’t be back but knew in his heart he would, Lucifer let out a little whine.

Adam sighed and got up onto his hooves. “You do not touch the milk in that fridge, got it?”

Lucifer muttered a half-hearted agreement.

“Good.” He held out a hand and helped Lucifer to his feet. “Then you can come back at midnight. My chest should be full again by then.”

He had to shield his eyes as Lucifer burst into excited flames.

The flamed died down and Lucifer’s eyes deadlocked onto Adam’s tits as a goofy grin spread across his face. Adam covered himself as he flushed and shoved Lucifer towards the door and out of it.

The rest of the day was a long one. Adam still did everything he normally did. Pumped, dropped off the milk, ate dinner, got ready for bed, pumped some more.

Adam wasn’t one hundred percent sure about this as he showered again to make sure he was clean for when Lucifer came over. It felt important even though it was his third shower of the day.

Restless, he’d turn on the television only to turn it off again. Adam scrolled on his phone only to keep jumping from app to app, too impatient to even wait for a load screen half the time. He tried reading and playing guitar, but nothing distracted him from the clock and the looming knowledge that he’d invited Lucifer over to practically come suck on his tits.

He tried to placate himself by telling himself that Lucifer coming over was for selfish reasons. That his breasts hurt in the mornings since he didn’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to pump. That he was just staying up later than normal and getting that extra pump in to keep Lucifer out of the stuff for donating.

Midnight hit, and Lucifer knocked as soon as the clock rolled over to the next day.

Adam barely let Lucifer in the door, and the devil was wrapped around him. Lucifer pressed his face against Adam’s abdomen and was lost under Adam’s tits.

He muffled a horny moaning moo and shut the door.

“Okay,” Adam peeled the gluttonous king off him. “Let me pump, and you can have it.”

Lucifer frowned before shooting Adam a coy smile. “Or, instead of getting the pump all dirty and it needing to be washed again, how about I just drink the milk from the source?” Lucifer’s hand reached up and kneaded Adam’s heavy breasts, full to burst with milk. His thumbs ran over Adam’s sore nipples, and Adam’s knees weakened as he bit back another mooing moan.

He remembered how good it had felt and how he came with little effort. It was very different from the pump. But Eve had said something similar when they were alive. That when she fed the babies, it was different than when Adam would stimulate her breasts and nipples during sex. The pump was clinical. Its purpose was to draw the milk from Adam’s breasts, and Adam didn’t find it anymore sexy than he found his own chest attractive. But Lucifer drinking from him was sexual and arousing.

That snake was pressing Adam back across the room, down into the armchair, and climbing into Adam’s lap.

Lucifer had barely touched his breasts, and Adam’s cock was hard. It was too difficult for Adam to tell Lucifer no, so he told him yes.

Adam had forgone the bra.

To avoid leaking too much milk he had avoided pressing on his breasts, they still leaked, just not as much. Not for the first time, he considered buying a few maternity bras.

Since buying the breast pump, the ads in his feed were full of things like that. But he’d been afraid a maternity bra, something made to absorb the milk that naturally leaked out during the day, especially when full of milk, would accentuate his tits instead of hiding them.

Pushing up Adam’s hoodie, Lucifer helped himself to Adam’s tits.

Lucifer rocked his own dick against Adam’s as he drank. Adam had tried just holding onto the armchair, but his hands found Lucifer’s hips and ground them together as a moo escaped his mouth.

As Lucifer finished draining him on one side, Lucifer kept fondling and sucking on the breast. Kissing it, lapping at the large nipple, and giving the tit small nips.

A hand went down the waistband of his sweatpants and gripped him firmly. Lucifer stroked Adam’s cock, lavished attention on the drained tit, and teased the full one with release as Lucifer squeezed it to encourage the breast to letdown.

Adam could only hold onto Lucifer and try not to be too loud as he came. He wasn’t sated. There was the other breast left, and Adam’s legs were spread as wide as the chair would allow. He needed Lucifer between them. In him. He desperately needed Lucifer to cum in him.

Lucifer pulled his hand away from Adam’s cock, and Adam stopped him. Not wanting to admit what he needed out loud, Adam guided the fingers dripping in cum further down between his legs.

The wet stroking and teasing was frustrating. Adam just wanted Lucifer to fuck him.

“Let’s go to the bed.” Lucifer suggested. “Then I can really spread these pretty legs of yours.”

Adam didn’t need anymore persuading and quickly found himself stripped and on all fours on the mattress as Lucifer teased him.

“Does the pretty cow need to be bred?” Lucifer thrusted his lube and cum-covered fingers in and out of Adam.

Adam whimpered. It was good, but he needed Lucifer’s cock inside him or he would go nuts. “Yes, oh god. I need it so bad.”

“What was that?” Lucifer slowed his fingers to rub against Adam’s prostate. “What does the pretty cow say?”

Adam moaned out a moo, and Lucifer praised him for his answer.

As a reward, Lucifer pulled his hand out and pushed the tip of his dick in.

“Come on, Adam. Does the pretty cow want more?”

“Moo.” Adam had to force himself to answer correctly instead of saying yes.

“Good girl.” Lucifer sank in another couple of inches, and Adam caught onto the game. He mooed, and Lucifer fucked him deeper.

Adam mooed again desperately. He’d seen Lucifer’s dick when they’d undressed and knew Lucifer had a ways to go. But the teasing bitch just pulled out and waited for Adam to beg again.

He mooed over and over as Lucifer teased him. Thrusting in a little deeper each time and pulling nearly all the way out. Slowly, so Adam could feel every inch of dick in his ass. Lucifer praised him, calling him a good girl and whispering how he was going to bred Adam so fucking good.

Adam was living for it. He was a good girl. He wanted Lucifer to bred him. He needed to be fucked by Lucifer so badly.

It was a shame that Lucifer wasn’t a bull. Adam bet that would feel amazing. Lucifer pushing down on him, Lucifer with ears like his, big horns, fucking Adam until he filled Adam with cum. Adam needed to be breed. He needed their little calves growing in his belly. Put the milk in his tits to work.

He must have spoke mindlessly as he heard Lucifer chuckle that deep laugh of his and go, “Oh, you want to be fucked by a bull, do you? Alright.”

Adam choked out an “OH GOD!” As he felt Lucifer’s dick widen and spread him more. Looking over his shoulder, it was just what he wanted.

Lucifer with cute little cow ears and bull horns. And apparently a cock to go with it.

A hand yanked a little on Adam’s little cowtail, and Adam mooed, “Bred me. Please!”

“Of course. So long as I get some of that milk too.”

“Yes. Just please! I need calves.”

“If that’s your desire.” Lucifer kissed Adam’s back, and a warmth spread through him. “Let’s get you pregnant, Adam.”

Oh god, it was really going to happen? Fear spiked through Adam as he realized he was going to get pregnant, then disappeared as he realized he was going to get pregnant!

He rocked on Lucifer cock and mooed. He wanted it so fucking badly. Adam felt like he would die if Lucifer didn’t fill him with cum and give him a baby.

Lucifer fucked him hard and fast. A hand on Adam’s back easily pushed him into the mattress, and Adam just had to brace as Lucifer screwed his brains out.

His mind was a melty mess that could only focus on two things: Lucifer’s wondrous cock and the pleasurable sensation of it setting off his nerve endings until he could taste electricity and his brain tingled, and that he was going to have a baby.

He couldn’t fucking wait.

Adam really couldn’t wait. “Cum in me already, you bastard!”

“You’re so impatient, Adam.” Lucifer wrapped a hand around Adam cock and stroked him as Lucifer fucked him. “Cum for me first, my pretty golden cow, and I’ll be able to get off too.”

It wasn’t hard for Adam to cum. His cock was already leaking as much as his still full tit; in only a few strokes, Adam was mooing into the mattress as his legs finally gave out. Only a few good fucks into him, and Lucifer moaned his own moo before slumping down onto Adam’s back.

Lucifer laughed as his breath came back to him. “Fuck. Really can’t help that moo, can you? I was kind of wondering if you were playing that up. But fuck. No. That just slipped out of my mouth.” He pulled out, and Adam moved out of the wet spot on the bed to lay on his back.

He ached so good. In all the most satisfying ways.

While almost. Adam’s one breast was still full and ached. Normally he was asleep by now, and it wouldn’t bother him. Adam groaned and started to get up when Lucifer snuggled up to him.

Adam figured he could probably wait a couple more minutes to pump and closed his eyes.

He’d been having a nice dream about being in a field of flowers with a cute little baby with his own little golden spots and flicky cow ears while an unusual sensation woke him up.

Opening an eye, he groaned at the brightness of the room. Adam had fallen asleep with the lights on. As he woke, he realized the sensation was his breast being drained.

His brain was still waking up, and it took him embarrassingly long to realize he hadn’t fallen asleep while pumping, but Lucifer has helped himself.

Pulling off, Lucifer licked Adam’s nipple before he nuzzled Adam’s breasts. “Did I wake you?”

“Hmm.” He rubbed his eyes and groaned. “How long was I asleep?”

“Not long. Fifteen minutes, maybe?” Lucifer rubbed his face on Adam’s tits again as though he wanted to get back to drinking the milk inside.

Adam ran his hand through Lucifer’s hair, then held the breast up. “You might as well finish, asshole.”

Lucifer licked the sensitive nipple and smirked, “Is that any way to speak to the father of your child?” He ran a hand down to Adam’s belly and rubbed the soft skin.

“Am I actually pregnant?”

“The spell is foolproof.”

“Oh good, so not even you can mess it up.” Adam teased.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and kneaded Adam’s breasts before taking the half-empty one in his mouth and continuing to drink.

Adam groaned. It felt good, but he was too tired to actually enjoy how horny it made him. At least he’d be able to sleep comfortably soon.

Pulling off again, Lucifer looked at him quizzically. “You think your tits will get even bigger with the baby?”

Adam groaned. He hadn’t thought about that. “If they do, I’ll never get rid of you.”

“Sorry, but I do believe we had a deal; you get calves and I get milk.” Lucifer licked Adam’s breast. “You’re definitely not getting rid of me.”

He just hmmed and petted Lucifer's soft little ear. “Perhaps you should have gotten that in writing. Because I don’t recall any such deal.”

Lucifer opened his mouth and shut it again. He knitted his brows together and looked fit to be tied. Because Adam was right, verbal deals were worth the paper they were written on.

“Being pregnant, I don’t have use for a bull anymore.” Adam continued to stroke Lucifer’s ear. “You’re pretty cute like this, though. I suppose I’ll keep you around.”

He perked back up at that.

Adam tugged Lucifer’s face up to his, and Lucifer leaned in and kissed him. It was everything their sex wasn’t. Soft and short.

Yeah. He’d keep Lucifer around.

-

They were still top-tier tits. Firm, even larger, but it was hard to tell if they were still perky as they sat on his large pregnant belly. Lucifer seemed to like them. He spent all day fondling them, rubbing the nipples, holding them. He would bury his face in them. Just went to fucking town on them whenever he could.

Adam put a hand on his stomach and felt a kick. He watched the skin across his tight stomach move as the baby rolled. It wouldn’t be long now. The baby had dropped the other day, and Adam could breathe easier again as his son was no longer taking up residence against his lower lungs.

The downside was that it made his waddling worse as the baby settled into his pelvis. The bed seemed so far away now that he couldn’t move very fast.

Sinking down onto the bed felt good. Getting off his feet after a long day and settling into bed was heaven. Adam rolled over onto his left side, towards the empty side of the bed.

Something coiled around his ankle under the covers. Winding its way up his leg. Squeezing itself between his thighs and into Adam’s boxers. Up the waistband and across his firm belly and nestled its head between his tits.

Giving Lucifer’s snakehead a pet first, he shooed the devil out of his maternity bra and to his side of the bed.

Lucifer turned back into himself with a couple bullish changes and reattached himself to Adam. “How about a roll in the hay, my pretty cow?” He fondled Adam’s breasts through the absorbant bra.

“Roll in it by yourself. I’m tired and sore.” And cranky.

He’s spent all day doing last-minute baby stuff and had to be up early for an appointment in the morning with the OB.

Adam felt guilty about it, but he was a bit glad his milk had slowly gone dry over the first months of his pregnancy. He didn’t need to pump anymore, so that was one thing off his plate. The little bit of colostrum he leaked now wasn’t anything worth trying to pump.

Lucifer scooted up to kiss him on the cheek as Adam yawned. “Okay. I’m going to stay up a bit and wind down with a crossword then, if you don’t mind.”

“No, go ahead.” The light never bothers him. It was barely after nine anyway. Adam was just too wiped to stay up any longer.

Besides, it was nice drifting off to the sounds of Lucifer’s pencil scratching on paper and muttering to himself.

He pulled the covers up to his face and closed his eyes while Lucifer got out his crossword book and pencil.

“A nine-letter word for a serpent thought to have drunk milk?” Lucifer grumbled, annoyed. “How the fuck am I supposed to know that? Humans keep changing the names of animals.”

Adam chuckled to himself and snuggled down under the covers a little more. Of course the little milk snake wouldn’t recognize himself. It was a good thing Lucifer was cute, cause fuck, he sucked at figuring shit out. At least he was going to give Adam cute little calves.

He couldn’t wait.

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Azul pt 1

The fact that he waited until the next day to find her was a bit surprising, but that didn’t make it any less scary when Floyd Leech catches Yuu outside class.  

“Shrimpy.” his tone is flat. The hand around the collar of her uniform isn’t tight, but it’s clear she isn’t going anywhere. “With me. Now.”  

“Ah shit, he’s actually pissed.” Ace mutters, stiff beside her.  

“Floyd, how you doing?” Yuu smiles. Nope, definitely not in the mood.  

“Wait,” Deuce puts a hand on her wrist. “We still have class. She'll get in trouble if she skips.”  

“It’s not skipping, Azul can write a note as house warden.” He picks her up again, no more than a ragdoll. “If you pull the same trick you did yesterday, it’s not going to be pretty. Nobody has escaped my squeeze before, and we aint starting with you.” He bares his teeth, tapping her nose with his free hand.  

Yuu can’t recognize if he’s genuinely angry or just annoyed with her escape. She isn’t willing to test it, and she knows she is too tired to do so again. Mary had already warned her off of doing so outside of Ramshackle for now, until she got used to Underground magic.  

“Um, I’ll see you guys later?” she waves, hoping that this will be quick at least.  

He doesn’t put her down once, even when she politely asks. He isn’t quiet though. He seems more annoyed that he had to pull in Idia to provide camera footage that she actually disappeared and didn’t just decide not to get her. The twins don’t seem to enjoy arguing with Azul, though the lines look fuzzy from the outside.  

The bubble always feels odd going down, and then the coolness of Octavinelle settles in. It isn’t always a pleasant feeling when you are warmblooded, but maybe that’s why she rarely sees any Octavinelle student without a jacket on?  

Azul’s office is the same as ever, clean down to the last dust speck on the nearly excessive bookshelves surrounding the whole room. The soft glow of the aquariums below offer a nice touch that she’s always enjoyed though, and finds it difficult to not relax when looking at them. 

 He sits at his desk with the strange fishbone pen scribbling over a softly glowing contract. The laptop, some type of the line model probably, almost stands out like a sore thumb amongst the antique designs.  

It better not be for me, she thinks.  

“Thank you Floyd,” Yuu mumbles as her feet finally touch the ground.  

“Ah, Shrimpy gonna be all grumpy now?” He teases, pulling at her cheek.  

“Floyd, please.” Azul says, almost smiling at her swatting hands doing absolutely nothing. “We have business to discuss.”  

“Yea, I never got a text yesterday, so it must not have been that important.” Yuu crosses her arms.  

“Oh, that’ll come later. I am far more interested in what this was. A unique magic perhaps?”  

He turns his laptop monitor to show the footage of her turning into glitter, her wide eyes the last thing to literally blink out of existence.  

“Even if I had a good idea what happened, I wouldn’t tell you. It was a fluke, I haven’t been able to do it since.” Half of it was true at least. She wasn’t able to recreate the distance, though it may be the desire just wasn’t strong enough.  

“Ah, no need to be coy.” Azul smiles, the polite one that makes her eye twitch. “If your magic base is expanding that’s something to celebrate! How about a drink and dessert, on the house of course.”  

“What do you want?” she asks bluntly. “Nothing comes for free with you.”  

“Prefect!” he places a hand on his chest, “Do you think me so low as to not celebrate my friend's accomplishments?”  

“Are we friends?” Yuu snaps, “I didn’t know that friends made each other homeless.”  

His mouth snaps shut with a click. A huff of air behind ear reminds her that Floyd is still behind her, not at his usual spot beside Azul’s desk. Making sure to guard the exit?  

“I-” Azul takes a deep breath, twirling the neck of the fishbone pen before carefully setting it inside the holder, putting a lid on the ink bottle. “I’ll admit, not my best moment.”  

He sighs, walking around to the front of the desk and leaning against the ledge.  

“Ms. Yuu, you clearly have an expanding magical core, which is wonderful. I congratulate you on effort and achievements. But it’s clearly powerful magic.” He adjusts his gloves, avoiding her eyes. “I, of all people, understand powerful magic without a medium to balance it out. We both know what it looks like when there are...no guidelines.” 

Azul was capable of his spell without the contracts. The contracts are what allowed him to keep his sanity and mind. His step father had been the one to teach him and help, the best gift he had ever received from him truly. But there was something addictive in the power, and to see Yuu overblot, even by accident? 

“I...I do apologize for my transgressions in the past.” Even Floyd raises his eyebrows at him. “I’ll admit that I did not think of the repercussions of my actions as I was self-assured in my own victory. And, at the time, it was the only thing that mattered.”  

There are some deals that you prevent from happening, for the sake of his own skin of course.  

“I have teachers that are helping me.” Yuu relents, “Though I understand your concerns better now. If, and it’s a big if, I need help, I will...actually consider your offer?” 

He laughs, something a little softer than his usual one. “Well, as a show of good faith.” He pulls out a small metal piece from his pocket, “Take this. A representation of our benevolence, guided by the Seawitch and her two beloved eels.” 

It’s a simple band, two dark eels wrapped around a small nautilus shell. It was in the style she preferred, something elegant but minimal. It didn’t look like a cheap tourist thing either, she could feel that the shell was smooth, thin but strong. It wouldn't shatter easily at least.  

“Are these actual eel scales?” she asks, feeling the bumpy texture.  

“Why yes!” he smiles, “I thought something handmade would be of preference. You do seem to prefer things of a more sentimental variety.”  

She huffs, raising her pant leg to wear it as an anklet instead.  

“Alright Azul, I’ll choose to forgive, but I won’t forget. Afterall, forgetting how powerful you are would just be stupid for me.”  

A surprised huff leaves him, but he allows her to leave at last. Jade meets her at the door before she can even turn the knob, Floyd staying behind.  

“Huh,” he mutters, “Went better than expected.” Floyd stretches his body out, small pops along his spine that wouldn’t be there in a human body. “You get what you needed out of it?”  

“Enough, though not all.” Azul nods. “We do need her to trust us, and if that means giving away a token to show good faith, it’ll be worth the small energy exchange.”  

“Also allows us to keep an eye on her.” Floyd adds, rubbing the small spot along his upper arm. They were eel scales. Specifically, theirs. Azul wouldn’t be able to see through her eyes the way he could with his or Jade’s, but with a sprinkle of their scales and a small sample of all three of their magics in the shell itself, they’d always be able to have a vague idea of where she was at least. With the way she was progressing in and out of class, she was becoming a threat.  

And the best way to neutralize a threat was to make them a friend.  

“It’s for her own good.” Azul goes to sit back down. He thinks it is for her good at least, and it’s not totally invasive. “Besides, I would like to know more about these teachers of hers. Perhaps they are looking for more students.”  

Floyd shakes his head, making sure that Azul has a drink before heading out himself. He can’t afford to fail this next test if he wants to stay in the advanced classes. At least the advanced classes aren’t as boring as the main ones, but damn if they don’t test his patience some days.  

[xxchaosjojoxx]

Spirit animal (Penguin x zoantype!reader)

A/N: I never saw the idea of our beloved Heart pirates with a reader who has their matching zoan type so I tried to do something. Like Penguin with a Penguin?? It sounds cuter in my head but I hope I managed it somehow.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You just wanted to travel and see the world. But this damn weird looking fruit…why did you have to turn into a penguin? As you were walking through the streets, talking to yourself you could see the gaze of different people on you. And then suddenly they look at you with such greed in their eyes.  “This penguin…can talk…” And then you ran away. Why do you need to run away from some pirates? With your tiny feet you ran as fast as you could. You could hear their voices, shouting that you should stop right now and their footsteps coming closer. As you were to turn around the corner you bumped against something. As you were looking up you saw a mysterious young man. You couldn’t see his face clearly. He tilted his hand in confusion and you wanted to get up but those pirates were behind you.

“There you are, you little shit. You will make us rich.” This filthy hand came closer and you couldn’t do anything except closing your eyes and shivering.

Only after hearing a loud “yelp” you opened your eyes again and saw that this mysterious man was wielding a spear and he defended you.

“If you ever try to touch it again, I will end you.” His voice sounded so coldly and a shiver ran down my spine.

The pirates were mumbling. “His jolly roger…isn’t it the one from the Surgeon of Death?”

You looked at the mysterious man once more and they were right. It was the jolly roger of the Surgeon of Death, Trafalgar Law. Well fuck.

As the men were running away, the man kneeled down towards you.

“I have no idea why a penguin is on an island like this. This isn’t your typical living area, I suppose?” His eyes were still hidden from you. But you could see his smile plus his voice sounded much calmer and soft right now. There was a big hat on his head.

“You see, my name is Penguin. Maybe you are my spirit animal.” He grinned and you could feel your heart doing a little jump.

He tilted his head, chuckling. “Didn’t know Penguins could get flustered.” He stood up holding a hand towards you.

“What do you say? Should we bring you home?”

And without hesitation you followed him.

This is how you ended up inside the Polar Tang. To be more specific, sitting in front of Trafalgar Law himself, watching you with an unamused look in his eyes.

“To make sure, I understand everything: You found a penguin in this town?”

Penguin nodded his head. “And some pirates chased it?”

He nodded once more. “Yeah, I heard some gossip about a talking Penguin. But this little one here, didn’t make a sound at all.”

Law saw directly in your eyes. “Do you understand me, Penguin?”

“Of course Captain.” Law sighed. “Get out Penguin, this is confusing. I will check on IT.”

Penguin left with a disappointed look. “But please be nice.”

As you heard the door closing he groaned. “Do you understand me?”

What are you supposed to do? Talking? Nodding?  What noise does a penguin even make?

Law sighed once more. “Ok you are clearly afraid of me, but don’t worry I won’t hurt you.”

You nodded shyly and a soft and short smile was shown on his face.

“I just want to check up on you, is it ok?” With a nod you saw a soft blue orb surrounding your little body.

“Seems like you are healthy. Man, what should I do with you? I can’t abandon you. Penguin would end me for sure. But I can’t babysit you either.” He groaned and his fingers were gracing the bridge of his nose.

“Plus we can’t name both of you Penguin. This is confusing.”

You had no idea why this made you so angry but it did. With a little squeak you jumped down and while grabbing the nearest Pencil, you wrote down your name on the ground.

“Your name is y/n?” He asked confusedly and you nodded and tried to smile.

He was leaning down towards you. “You might be a smart one, but maybe you are just a human, who ate a devil fruit.” There was no way you could reveal it. You were too scared of what might happen.

“Well, I have no time for it today. We’ll figure it out tomorrow, y/n.” He was about to leave the room. “Oh one more thing. If my theory is true and you are just a zoan type devil fruit user and you try to deceive us, I’ll make sure that you meet the ocean very soon. So I’ll wait for you first thing in the morning. Get some rest.” With that he left.

Maybe he said the truth and they wouldn’t hurt you. But you heard enough stories about him and the heart pirates. So the only option for you was to escape the polar tang. It was surely late enough and they were probably sleeping. So you have to sneak out, get your human form back and then hope that he won’t ever find you.

As you were trying to find an exit, you could see the mysterious man on deck. “Sup Penguin.” He grinned. “Law told me that you are all healthy.”

You just looked at him. How are you supposed to leave right now?

Without noticing, he came closer and had a snack in his hand. “In case you are hungry.” His smile could melt your heart any time at this point. The next thing you remember, you were about to wake up. As you  opened your eyes, your gaze were looking around in a dark room. You tried to sit up but some weight was on your torso. As you were looking down you could see your torso and your arms. “I am human again..:”. With a smile you turned your head and froze up. A handsome young man was lying next to you in bed. “Right I wanted to escape but Penguin found me. I waited for him to fell asleep, guess I was sleepier than I thought.” With a soft sigh you tried to wiggle yourself out of his grip. He looked really beautiful, especially with the moonlight highlighting his face. You slapped yourself for thinking that way. Maybe it was too loud, he groaned and you were scared that he might wake up. “Shit, I have to transform back somehow. Come on. Come on” You whispered with a hint of panic in your voice. You closed your eyes for a second and suddenly you were back into your penguin form. Penguin moved beside you, snuggled himself closer to you. You could feel his breath on your face and you couldn’t help but be flustered and imagine how wonderful it would be to stay by his side.

“Maybe I should try talking to Law first and after that I can plan to escape.” You mumbled to yourself and closed your eyes til sleep overcame you. Maybe you could find a solution and stay with the man beside you.

What you didn’t notice was the redhead on the other side of the room, looking at you with wide eyes. “The fuck is going on here?”

[endlessfuckup]

i have finally come down from whatever tf that was

that was the most unpleasant "high" i have ever had

definitely was not weed

[lamina-tsrif]

SEA MOON SEE YOU

[everymlmhybrid]

This is awesome just remembered I get to write the frottage scene soon assuming I actually write more than 4 words this week.

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

imagine logan seeing you again

logan x reader

warning: some deadpool x wolverine spoilers. this takes place after the movie. under 1k words.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The apartment was packed jammed with friends and some foes of Wade Wilson. There might have been music playing in the background, but Logan couldn’t tell when his eyes locked with the figure walking through the front door. His heart dropped, he felt sick to his stomach as his eyes fluttered. It had to be a dream but then he quickly came to his senses.

This wasn’t his universe, his world. He was somewhere entirely new. He caught his breath as Wade shouted out an exclamation of joy. Logan watched as he drew up from his seat to greet you with an overzealous hug, pulling you toward the group at the table.  Wade held you rough by the shoulders and grinned. “Look who decided to come out of retirement, conveniently after we,” he pointed to Logan then himself. “Saved the fucking world. Avengers, who? Bunch of assholes, if you ask me.”

“You sound like a man scorn, Wade,” you teased, offering a wave of a hand to your friends. The idiot next to you was right, the whole superhero thing had been a thing of the past. You have been a regular civilian for a few years now and have been loving a more relaxed existence – not being threatened daily was like, nice. “Don’t worry, you’ll see all the details in the movie. Have you meant my little angry beaver, the Wolverine?”

Your head jerked to where the older gentlemen was sitting, and you grinned. “I haven’t had the pleasure. I never met this world’s Logan – we ran in different circles. It’s nice to meet you.”

His heart relaxed and he confidently held out a hand, ignoring the interested glance from Laura. “Nice to meet you.”

“Take a seat next to Logan,” Wade urged, winking over to his new hesitant partner. “I’m sure he can fill you in on all the fun we’ve had together. Tell her about the sex ramp we had in the car that one time.”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Logan cursed, telling you to ignore him.

“I usually do,” you laughed, thanking Vanessa for the beer she slid over from her side of the table. Popping it open, you relaxed and asked Logan how this place was treating him. “Must be weird, coming here. It’s like your world, right? Just slightly different?”

“Something like that.”

“Did we know each other back there?”

Your question seemed so invasive and frank – it almost made Logan smile because some people never changed, no matter what universe. Back where he came from, you were such a firecracker little shit. He had his hands full dealing with your bullshit. You were always running towards danger with little regard for your own safety because you had him. He had always been at your side, or at least, trying to catch up but he had always been there for you.

Logan had loved you and you had loved him.

Two reckless mutants.

Then you died and that sent him straight down a barrel of alcohol and indifference, to everyone and everything in his world. Which led to his greatest shame of all, allowing his family to be murdered because he was too busy drinking his sorrows away. He had long forgotten what it felt like to see you smile or hear you laugh, to feel your fingertips on his skin. The weight of your head on his chest as you slept, he never could replicate that feeling and yet, here you were.

A different version of you but God, the same.

“We were friends, really good friends.”

The hint of sadness in his voice was enough for you to understand and maybe not truly, but something had happened. That much was evident and while it might have been silly, you wanted nothing more than to comfort this man next to you. The room seemed to fall quiet, but no one was paying attention, except the girl next to Logan. Your eyes met hers, but she just smiled and looked away. Logan’s eyes were focused on the beer in his hands, but his eyes jerked up when a gentle hand touched the top of his. Your skin ablaze his and it felt wrong to feel like he had once when he didn’t even know you. Not this version of you, a woman he knew nothing about. It didn’t feel right but he wanted nothing more to allow this to go on. To see who you were in this world.

Did he deserve that? After everything that happened.

“Were? I won’t pry but it seems like life has given you a second chance, Logan.” You smiled softly and removed your hand from his, lifting your beer can to him. “You guys saved this world; a second chance is the least the universe can give you. Why not take it?”

Logan chuckled lowly. “The version of you I knew also had a deficiency in reasoning.”

A hard smack landed on his chest, and he laughed, which made you laugh. “Yeah, well, at least I don’t look like that idiot.”

Looking over to where you pointed to Wade, who had decided to show off his hair piece, Logan smirked. “Yeah, that’s fucking terrible.”

The two of you smiled at each other and something clicked in that moment, leaving the both of you quiet until you broke the tension. “To not looking like Wade Wilson.”

Logan clicked his beer against yours and felt a settling in his heart. Maybe he did deserve a second chance, at least, he could start toward earning that second chance. “Amen to that.”

[kamitv]

▷ Second Time?

Synopsis . Part One. When you get paired with the campus asshole, Sukuna, for a project, the last thing you expect to learn about him is that he’s a damn virgin. Nor did you expect to be the one to change that. / Pairing . virgin!Sukuna x fem!reader / Content . afab!reader, nipple play (m!receiving), pussy slapping, non-curse college au, dirty talk, pet names, degrading, continued porn w plot, teasing, taunting, filth, creampie, Sukuna’s kinda soft here and there, etc. / wc . 4.4k

A/N: to those that requested a part two for virgin!sukuna <3 [MDNI]

“No? Oh c’monnn, they’re just piercings,” You whine as your legs remain sprawled out over Sukuna’s muscular thighs.

Your panty-clad cunt was throbbing over his saliva-slicked semi-hard cock, due to your recent actions, and yet here Sukuna was still trying his very best to figure out a way out of this situation. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go further with you— he was just nervous.

Not that he’d ever say that out loud though. Admit you’ve made him nervous? Oh please, in what universe?

Sure, you made him cum prematurely but that’s not his fault. No one told you to have such a slutty ass mouth. 

Back to the present though, as you gaze down at him with those stupidly pretty eyes of yours, batting your lashes pleadingly whilst you await for the man to change his answer. It was simply unfair of him to have nipple piercings and not show you. It’s the least he could do after the head you just gave him, right?

“No, it’s not the ‘least I can do’,” Sukuna huffs. It’s then that you realize you’d spoken your thoughts aloud but, in a way, you’re actually glad you did so, “You’re not seeing shit, now get off of me.”

The pout that presents itself on your face is practically immediate, “C’mon ‘Kuna, I won’t touch them. I jus’ wanna see,” You coo softly, tilting your head to the side as if to convince him, “Please?”

One simple word and his tip was wet with precum yet again. Sukuna swears he hates you. He hates the way you're looking at him right now, the way you're seated so perfectly on top of him, and the way he forgets how the hell he even got into this position with you in the first place.

Didn't he come over here to finish a project? Not have sex with you.

And yet, he can't find it in himself to say no to you again. That damn word you said, it did something to him. Sukuna's not sure what or why but his mouth is moving on its own, almost instinctively, "You wanna see them?" He sighs.

You're nodding, slipping your hands down to the hem of his shirt, "Yeah. Promise I won't touch."

"Tch. I..." Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a pretty vein decorating his skin along his sharp jawline as he glances away for a moment, "I want you to beg me again."

Although you're a bit taken back by his request, you're quick to lean forward a bit and bite your lower lip, "Please?"

He ignores the word leaving you lips, his cock springing to life once more despite his attempt at leaving you unanswered. Given his body's reaction to you, all you can do is smirk before you're leaning down slightly and pressing your lips to his jaw.

"Pretty please, Sukuna?" You purr, warm breath hitting his now overly tense skin, "I promise I'll be good. Won't lay a finger on you unless you want me to."

His head slumps back against the couch and he inhales sharply at your soft touch sliding under his shirt, steadily working it up as the black fabric bundles up against your hands.

Then you're at his neck, sucking on his skin, rolling your tongue over him, shifting your hips forward against his cock and he simply groans. "F-Fucking, fine." Sukuna huffs, annoyed out of his ever-loving mind at whatever control it is you seem to have over him.

He hates you. He swears he hates you. Everything about the way your hands quickly tug his shirt up over his head, tossing the fabric elsewhere as you set your greedy eyes on his chest, the way your eyes widen at how flushed his skin is, and the sight of your tongue swiping over your lips as soon as you set your sight on his nipples.

Such pretty contrasting metal decorated his very pretty swollen nipples. So flushed with shades of pink and red, itching to be touched— just one flick and you knew he'd let out the most heavenly sound. The problem was convincing him to let you touch his nipples.

They were so damn tempting though, you swore you were drooling at the sight. God, you just wanted to reach out and-

"No," Sukuna rasps out. Your eyes snap up to his face and your pussy throbs at his expression.

He's beyond embarrassed. His eyes almost look glossed over with how desperate he was for you to stop looking at him. And yet he was so pouty and grumpy too, plump lips pulled into the cutest little frown at how hungry you were looking at him, his breathing unsteady all over again, and his cock felt twitching wildly beneath you.

You smirk, "'No'... what?"

"No, you cannot touch them," He's slow to clarify that, having seen right through those greedy eyes of yours, "You wanted to see and you've seen so-"

"I can make you feel good though," You purr, leaning in close to him all over again. "Jus' let me-"

"No," Sukuna mutters sternly. Then his hands are meeting your hips and his grip alone makes you flinch.

His touch is filled with intent as he slides his hands back to your ass and gives you a nice and firm squeeze, tugging you against him and making you gasp at the way his dick twitches right against your cunt. Your hands go to his shoulders to stop yourself from being pulled flush against him and he gazes dead up into your eyes.

How does one look so needy and yet commanding at the same time? It was like Sukuna told you thousands of words through his gaze alone. Maybe it was his very apparent physical need for you, or maybe it was just how attractive he is when aroused but fuck his look had your body hot all over.

Sukuna lets out a small breath of air before he drops his raspy tone even lower to a whisper, "Fuck me," He utters, feeling the reaction your cunt has to his words and cracking a cocky little smirk, "Fuck me, and you can touch me as much as you wish to."

You gulp thickly. Did you forget how to speak for a moment because all you do is open your mouth and it was like no words were even coming to your brain. His gaze was to intense and starved, large hands playing with the fat of your ass while he lifts his hips up slightly.

Then you gasp again, his thick tip was pressing right against your needy hole through the few layers of clothing that remained and you felt drunk off of your own arousal. Nodding and whispering in return, "O-Okay," Your hands slide around his neck and you lean in until your lips are meeting his again.

And if you were drunk off of your arousal then he was fucking high off of his own— feeling faded out of his mind with the way he leisurely moves to undress your lower half as he kisses you like he's done so a thousand times before, sliding his tongue into your mouth, swallowing up your moans, sucking on your lower lip, and undressing you all in one go.

Hell, for a second you forget the man is a damn virgin.

And as if to combat with that— you feel like a damn virgin once you start sinking your slippery walls around Sukuna’s thick cock. Gasping against his lips and feeling his fingertips curl into the skin of your waist, his jaw-dropping and lips quivering against yours as he lets out the most guttural groan he’s ever uttered, and both of your eyes fluttering at the connection of his body to yours. 

Sukuna’s deeply shaded red eyes are hazy on yours as you sink down on him. His mind is turning to mush and he swears he’s about to pass the fuck out. It could’ve been the way your face looked as your cunt greedily sucked in his cock, or how tight your walls clamped down on him but, either way, Sukuna felt hot all over. Dizzy with lust and faded off of everything that’s you.

Every inch of you, the feel of your squeezing wet pussy enclosing around his aching cock, that breathy squeak of his name leaving your lips, and then your fingers grazing his chest-

Sukuna’s brows twist up and his entire body flinches instinctively. Hips bucking up slightly, large hands urging you further down, and shaky sound escaping his wet blushing lips— he’d officially lost it. 

He looked so damn pretty doing so as well, not that you’d ever tell him that (you’ve embarrassed him enough for the time being). Those damn eyes of his were all glossed over, his bottom lip was shaking as a sexy-pitched gasp escaped his throat, and his hands held onto you for dear life whilst he bottomed out.

His fat cockhead kissing your cervix with little to no movement had you panting heavily while you kept your eyes low on his. “‘Kuna,” You feel his cock twitch desperately inside you and you toy with one of his sensitive nipples in between your index and thumb, “Y-You’re so-“

“Shut up,” He groans, and then he’s kissing you— desperately, hungrily-, starved. He knew another word from you would have your cunt stuffed full of his cum within seconds.

And as much as he wanted that, as much as he knew that’d be the end result of all this, he did not want to make yet another fool of himself. Though, the way your fingertips constantly flick over his pierced nipples makes him fucking whine into your mouth, a heavy grunt following after the sound as if to cover it up.

The hands your waist urge your body up, dragging your slicked walls up along his cock before allowing gravity to slam you back down. God the way you moan his name makes his knees feel weak. You were making him, as a whole, feel so utterly weak.

It wasn’t long before you were picking up a steady pace on top of him, your breaths shared with his and his eyes not once leaving yours. Sukuna was such a silent commander, that gaze of his told you everything, testing-, no, daring you to look away from him. He didn’t even know what it was about eye contact but he craved it so desperately.

Your gaze made his cock so stupidly hard, so much so that he just wanted to flip you over on this stupid couch of yours and-

And then he was. Sukuna doesn’t even register he’s repositioned with you until you let out the prettiest little whimper and your eyes roll back as he, almost experimentally, thrusts his heavy cock deep past your plush pussy lips. 

What brings him back into the moment is that sound of you and the way you’re choking out his name, “S’kuna, f-fuck,” You almost hate that he’s taken control because you’ve lost your teasing of his chest, “Why’d you-, ngh-,” You’re cut off completely when he drags his hips back so torturously slow before rolling his hips down into you.

Shaking his head thoughtlessly, “Shut up,” Sukuna huffs again as he presses his bulky weight down against you, folding you into the meanest mating press and making you let out a filthy mewl at the sheer stretch of his girthy cock. “Please,” He sounds almost breathless, that plea of his hardly even audible, “Jus’ be quiet f’me.”

Your jaw hangs open and you’re simply gaping up at the man with stupid, cockdrunk eyes. Something about feeling and watching him learn how to please you was probably more pleasurable than the sex itself. Which is saying an awfully lot because even though he didn't know what the hell he was doing, whatever he was doing, he was doing it right.

All you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer, moaning his name softly every time his tip nudges into that mushy spot inside you. Sukuna lets out a low hum when he feels your nails claw at his back suddenly.

Then the cocky bastard has the nerve to fucking smile at you. Almost as if he enjoyed the pain of your nails scratching at his back hard enough to leave marks…

Because, of course, then he’s fucking you faster, harder, deeper. So determined to learn what you like, to learn your body inside and out (literally), and to have you mark up his back more than the dark ink that decorates his skin currently.

“Y’feel so fuckin’…” He can hardly even speak as he just grows addicted to pushing his cock in and out and in and out. That sloppy sound of your cunt squelching and wetting up his cock over and over again-, fuck he couldn’t get enough of it. “S-So fuckin’ good,” Sukuna’s voice almost softens as he shifts his lips to your ear, “Oh fuck, wanna…” His words trail off, a deep shade of blush coating his cheeks.

You can’t help but grow that never-ending urge to tease him, moving your lips to his ear, “Wanna what?” There was a slight shake in your voice but that didn’t save him from his cock throbbing at the sound of your voice alone.

“Hahh… wanna-, agh, wanna make you cum,” Sukuna admits begrudgingly. He sounded so ridiculously embarrassed saying that out loud but he was far too pussydrunk to care right now.

Thrusts growing heavier as if he were searching for a specific spot inside you, his eyes softening as he shifts to hover his face over yours once more, and his groans making your stomach churn with butterflies. Hell, you almost do exactly that of what he’s requested based on the sound of desperation in his tone alone.

Sukuna’s usually such a big, mean, sometimes stoic man, and yet here he was, silently requesting your assistance. 

He is only a virgin after all.

“Not anymore,” He gruffs, catching you by surprise as you render the fact that those words left your lips. “C’mon, tell me what to do.”

Again, Sukuna swears on his life he hates you. He hates the way you’ve made him so weak, the way your cunt is so deliciously warm inside, the way you moan his name-

Fuck, he hates you.

“‘Kuna,” You whisper as you slide one of your hands from around his neck to slip to his hand and guide him, “My clit. You gotta-“

Your breath is caught in your throat all over again. You were trying to guide him just like he wanted you to but Sukuna was far too quick of a learner, swatting his thick thumb around in search before his ears twitch at the way your voice gets stuck in your throat.

“Here?” He has the nerve to whisper gently, “Rub here, right? Y’like that?” Sukuna asks as he matches his thrusts with the flick of his thumb, drinking in the way your back arches up off of the couch and your eyes roll back.

You’re nodding, “Yes yes-, r-right there ‘Kuna, fuck…”

His eyes rake over your face all over again and then he’s doing that thing where he speaks without thinking, “So fuckin’ pretty like this.”

Of course, those softly uttered words pull you out of your cockdrunken stupor for only a moment, “H-Huh?” You breathe out as your eyes meet his.

“I hate you,” Sukuna lies straight through his teeth, “Hate how pretty you look beneath me,” He’s babbling at this point, picking up his pace and trying to angle his cock into somewhere specific, “How fuckin’-, god you’re squeezin’ me s’tight, hahh… h-how you sound moaning my name, taking my cock.” With that last sentence comes a particularly harsh thrust.

Your nails scrape at his back again and he moans in pleasure. Gloss covers your eyes as he finally finds that spot that has you seeing stars, “Sukuna,” You moan sweetly, feeling him hit that very spot over and over and over again.

“Again,” He huffs, leaning down even closer and pressing more of his weight onto you, “Moan my name again, woman.”

“Sukuna,” You’re moaning without the need for his instruction. To hell if the man is a virgin, he knows how to use his cock.

What he doesn’t realize is how big he is in comparison to anyone else you’ve been with. Stretching you open with every thrust, fucking you ridiculously full of all his thick inches, knocking his dripping tip right against your sweet spot, making your legs tingle in numbness, and rolling skillful circles around your clit as if he’d practiced doing so before.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Sukuna rasps out, his eyes locked dead onto yours as usual.

He was so focused on you, so eager to make you cum. Obviously, he’d never felt anything like this before so he never wants it to end. And perhaps that’s the only reason why he hasn’t emptied himself into you yet. 

Every time you’re felt leaving another bright red mark on his back, he lets out a low hiss before flashing a smirk down at you, thrusts growing harder. Then there’s the way you just gape up at him, jaw dangling as you’re so clearly lost in pleasure, and pussy swallowing him in whole each time he fucks himself back into you.

And your little gasps of, “Feels s-so good Kuna, don’t stop.” Have him reeling back on purpose, pretending to mistakenly slip his cock out of you for a moment only to slap his fat cockhead against your needy hole and then push all of himself right back in.

With a smug expression on his face, “Don’t tell me what t’do,” He responds.

“I jus’ did,” You argue back all in one breath.

God, he- , “I hate you,” The words are leaving his lips yet again but he can’t stop driving his dick inside you. You’re so fucking warm, so welcoming for him, so honeyed and sweet inside. Hell, for a second he wonders what you’d taste like on his tongue— despite never even going down on someone before.

“Yeah,” You flash a fucked-out little smile up at him and your walls grip onto him tighter, making his brows twist up, “But you love fuckin’ me.” Your little whisper makes him shudder.

He nearly cums at that, releasing a strangled groan before he just nods almost obediently, “Uhuh.” Sukuna mumbles, his hate for you growing with every passing second.

There you are under him, still teasing him despite the expression of pleasure plastered across your face, “Yeah?”

“M-Mhm,” He grumbles in response.

He can’t help but just agree with you. Of course he adores fucking you. If anything, he doesn’t think he’d prefer it be anyone else. After watching your cute ass all composed every week in class, listening to the way you lecture him for not paying attention as if you actually care about him, watching you grow surprised today at the way he can get things done when he puts in an effort-

Shit, of course he wanted to see you like this— splayed out like a pretty little slut for him, gasping his name, looking him in the eye, and allowing him to fuck you. God, his mind is spinning. He can’t think at all.

So lost in his head, you’re left spasming below him because he’s still thumbing at your clit and his cock is as unforgiving as ever, “Sukuna,” His name rolls off of your tongue beautifully and he’s left in awe above you.

Tilting his head, “What?” Sukuna breathes as he’s pulled from his daze and back to the present.

“Make me cum,” You order so suddenly.

As that third word leaves those lips of yours, Sukuna smirks knowingly and he leans up a little just to angle himself better inside you. He glances down at your cunt, biting his lip at the sight of his cock bulging inside you, watching himself push in and out for a second before his smirk turns into a lazy little smile.

“Already did’,” He scoffs, flicking his eyes back up to you.

Your brows twist up, “Wha-“

“Are you that dumb when cock is inside ya’?” He utters meanly and earns an immediate squeeze of your gummy walls around his veiny shaft, “You came a few minutes ago, brat.” 

“I…” Your expression becomes dumbfounded and in an instant, you’re the one left embarrassed.

Which he finds all too cute, “Felt good tho’.” He comments smugly, looking back down to where you’re connected and tilting his head at the sight.

Fuck, he was so sexy above you. Even on his chest, bright red scratches decorated his skin. When did you do that? His nipples were still as flushed as his face and you wanted so badly to reach out and flick your fingers against them again.

Pouting, “Sukuna-“

“Do it again f’me,” The man cuts off.

You can’t even get a response out before he’s leaning down again, “I-“

This time you’re cut off by him pressing your legs together and against your chest, loving the pretty sight of you folded and bent to his will like this. All he can do is stare down and watch himself fuck you, seeing your swollen lips take in his fat length so fucking beautifully. It’s like you were made for him or something.

Your cunt only molds around his cock, sucking him in whenever he pulls out like you never wanted him to leave you. He could feel every throb of your pussy when he spoke to you, every squeeze of your warmth when he reached deeper than before, and fuck was he enamored by every second of it.

“Please,” He says breathlessly all of a sudden, itching to watch you cum on his cock this time around.

His begging is followed by him moving his hand back down to your pussy, his thumb sliding back in search of your clit. Rubbing those maddening little circles once he finds it, Sukuna focuses most of his attention on your body. Every little jump you make when he swats his thumb to the left, every pitch in your moan when he thrusts inside you at a certain pace— Sukuna soon smiles once he’s got you all figured out.

“Oh fuck,” You whimper, tossing your head back against the couch as your eyes loll to the back of your hand.

With that knowing smile on his face, the couch creaks with his rough thrusts inside you, “Stop makin’ me beg you for shit,” Sukuna grunts before gifting your throbbing pussy with a little smack, “Jus’ give it t’me.”

“Sukuna-, ah,” You’re choking at the sensation and your cunt narrows even more around him.

His toned pelvis smacks against you over and over, heavy balls hitting your ass with each shove of his fat cock inside your warmth, “Fuck,” The man heaves as he feels himself steadily growing addicted.

Why the hell didn’t he have sex with someone sooner?

“M’gonna cum,” You soon whine out to the man.

To which he clashes into you faster, feining for it, “Please, f-fuckin’ need it,” Sukuna groans before pressing down against you again.

His thrusts grow uneven and jagged, eyes rolling back when he feels you finally cumming around his cock for a second time. You were squeezing him so tight. All he could do was moan at how perfect you were.

“Shiit,” He huffs, his cock twitching wildly inside you before his mind goes completely blank, “I love you-“

Your brows immediately twist up, “Wha-“

And then he’s painting your walls white. Grunting, groaning, moaning-, hell, you name it and the sound was leaving his lips as he fucks his orgasm into you.

Then he’s babbling mindless little praises of, “Love this fuckin’ pussy,” Lost in filling you with his cum and listening to you whimper from overstimulation.

Gifting you with praise after praise about how beautiful you are under him like this, how much he adores his name rolling off your tongue. He can’t even fathom how much cum is spilling into you, velvety thick ropes painting your walls a creamy white to the point where it spills out of you and coats his hefty base with a filthy ring of white. 

All while he continued to praise you, going as far as thank you in quiet little whispers. God, he was out of his mind. He wasn’t thinking in the slightest, his mouth was just saying shit.

So much so that he’s barely lucid as his high comes down, doesn’t process a thing he said to you moments ago, and just lays there for a while with his cock resting inside you. All he can do is pant heavily as he rests his body on top of you, not yet pulling out and leaving his softened cock inside you.

You’re completely still beneath him for a while, trying to catch your breath as your legs feel temporarily numb. You couldn’t get those three words he spoke to you out of your head.

His tone was so damn soft and vulnerable, just replaying it in your head made you smile. Before he notices your expression though, you wipe the smirk off of your face and coo his name softly, “Sukuna…?”

“Don’t.” Is all he has to say to you. He was well aware of what he’d said to you.

He didn’t mean it, of course. He was simply… lost in the moment.

“Aww,” You purr, an obvious breathlessness to your tone, “You said you loved me cause I took your virginit-“

Sukuna lets out a mean groan before moving your legs apart so he can meet your eyes again, “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

You flash a pout to mock him, “Why? ‘Cause I didn’t say it back?”

His face is all different shades of blush but he still looks as mean and grumpy as ever, “No…”

“You sure?” You tease further.

All he can do is roll his eyes at you, “Fuck you.”

And, naturally, you only continue, “I think you did that already…”

Sukuna sighs, “Just.. Don’t tell anyone about this.”

“As long as you promise we’ll do this more often.”

“I-, hah,” He smirks, “What are you, some kinda cockhungry slut?”

“No…” Your eyes drag themselves elsewhere for a moment, “But for you, maybe.”

“Mh.” Sukuna hums deeply, an unavoidable smile spreading across his face, “I think I like that.”

“I think you love it-“

“M’gonna ‘love’ fucking the snarky responses outta’ your mouth in a second if you keep it up,” He says flawlessly.

All you can do is swallow down whatever it is you were going to respond to that with.

To which he smiles, “Uhuh, that’s what I thought.”

Edit after leaks: sorry not sorry to spoil: rip unckuna & fuck gege, bring back gojo NOW. I’m not playin 😂

[starboundsingularities]

good lird they did not make a gimmick blog about a real life murder

#someone fucking DIED but whatever who gives a shit it's funny i guess

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🥚 eggvidenced Follow

honestly with how suspicious and confusing everything on the dl-6 case was i wouldn't be surprised if it came out that it was that prosecutor guy tbh

🌟 rockliker270 Follow

date posted: june 23, 2010

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⚖️ courtofpublicopinions Follow

🌟 rockliker270 Follow

ok hear me out. what abt winston payne though

🧊 just--ice Follow

okay now they're just making lawyers up

#also didn't mvk die or something?

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🔥 triedbyfire Follow

why the fuck are you people still posting about the gavinners as if theyre not copaganda. didn't the guitarist get convicted of murder

🎸 guiltiest-lovers837 Follow

so fucking tired of this "um um didn't daryan get convicted of murder" YEAH AND HE'S LITERALLY NOT IN THE FUCKING BAND ANYMORE. dipshit

🔥 triedbyfire Follow

are you gonna address the copaganda thing or

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🌻 attorneybout Follow

he's so. 😳

📂 trialanderror Follow

why is he defending

📂 trialanderror Follow

OP WHY IS HE DEFENDING???

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🦈 giantlakemonsters Follow

i just wanna hear about another gourdy sighting thats all

🥜 liberdeez Follow

op. i'm so sorry op. gourdy isn't real you have to let her go. they had a whole trial about it.

🔐 wrightorwrong Follow

hi!! so this isn't actually the case as while gourdy was briefly mentioned in a trial, said trial had nothing to do with whether or not gourdy was "real" per se as much as. well. murder, actually. while gourdy WAS found out to be an inflatable steel samurai this was not brought up in the case at all as the veracity of gourdy wasn't really as relevant as the fact that the witness was looking for gourdy rather than at the murder she claimed to have seen. plus this was also a relatively small part of a MUCH larger trial which for those interested not only solved the dl-6 case but ALSO marked the end of prosecutor von karma's ~40 year long record and the court records are really a fascinating read through!!

🦀 mad_libz_87 Follow

net 0 information post

#thanks again lawblr

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🍒 cherriescoola Follow

btw i was at the park the other day and klavier gavin (of gavinners fame) was there and obv there was a huge crowd but this guy was there with him and at some point he (the other guy) waved to the crowd and someone still screamed like it was klavier??? who was that guy ive never seen him before in my life

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🩸 has-dl6-been-solved-yet Follow

December 28, 2016

YES!!!

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🪙 tellerlikeitis Follow

guys help i'm a bank teller and this guy just introduced himself as robin banks what do i do

🔪 violencekilling Follow

you gotta let him rob you that's the law

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👻 ghostesswiththemostest Follow

look if i ever get convicted of murder im just hiring the lawyer with the coolest sounding name

💼 courtofwaw Follow

bestie if you already got convicted it is Too Late

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📋 lawandwhoreder Follow

guys i know it's real fun to think people just can predict whatever but if you look at the earliest reblogs of that post that "guessed" the true killer in the dl-6 case it was actually a post about how they didn't want to go to the store. clearly edited

#stg nobody bothers to factcheck anything anymore

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🐺 lawnewolf Follow

i am NOT homophobic or whatever the fuck you guys are saying now i just think its weird to write fanfiction about realass people?? go touch grass ffs

🌈 lawsbian Follow

the fun police (this guy) putting me in yaoi court but the lawyers (phoenix witrght and miles edgeworth) just keep trying to make out (real court is like this too btw)

🐺 lawnewolf Follow

YOU HAVE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU.

#look idc what your enemies to lovers fic bullshit says #they're straight. and more importantly REAL PEOPLE. #there's TENSION because they are in COURT and there are LIVES on the LINE. #not because they wanna fuck. god.

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🔮 inhighspirits Follow

why dont they just ask the spirit mediums to ask the victims who killed them this law shit is easy

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💞 lawveyourself Follow

seriously i cant believe they gave this guy a law degree

💞 lawveyourself Follow

what do you mean evidence fraud

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🎧 instrumentalillness Follow

fuck you *unguilties your love*

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🎀 copiicat Follow

perjury isnt illegal btw in fact if youre one of tge witnesses youre legally required to lie on the stand. thats why everyone does it. trust me

[uzurakis]

NEARLY C★UGHT IN THE ACT!

featuring: fushiguro megumi. itadori yuuji. gojo satoru. geto suguru. (characters are all aged up)

NSFW MDNI. fuck! ya almost got caught screwing . .

n. been in the drafts for way too long.. cz i needa clear my reqs but idc! i’ve been wanting to write this for the longest time. enjoy my lovelies <3

GOJO SATORU. “s-shit, how much i’ve missed this view,” gojo was sitting in his office desk, slighty pulling your hair to guide you to the rhythm he wanted. you felt yourself melting into him with his warm shaft in your mouth, ever soo big and too much for you, bobbing your head up and down.

just then, a sharp knock echoed through the room, startling you both. your heart raced as you instinctively tried to pull back from gojo. “s-satoru, we—“ his hand gripped your scalp more firmly than before, making you swallow his shaft until it hit the back of your throat. in other words, he didn’t fucking care. “just do your job, darling. and relax, they won’t come in.”

“even if they do come in, we’ll just say we were having a very hands-on discussion.”

GETO SUGURU. “i’m sorry, princess,” he whispered beside your ear as he hit you raw from behind, both pressed against each other in the dim light of a public restroom. his hands gently putting your hair to the side, “i just, ngh, need you so badly,” whilst his lips found yours again, silencing any further protest.

the sound of footsteps outside the door made you freeze, heart pounding in your chest as the door handle rattled. “someone’s out t-there,” you tried to say as you held back the moans. yet not only your heart was pounding like crazy, it seemed your boyfriend was also still pounding your walls despite the chance you two will get caught screwing in public.

“j-just a little longer,” he pleaded as the groans left his lips again. “i can’t get enough of you.”

ITADORI YUUJI. watching movies together was the original plan, until itadori’s cock twitched because you were sitting on his lap. your ass brushed against his bulge and that’s it. he couldn’t hold it any longer.

a split second later his boxers are on the floor, your panties pushed aside as he rocked your waist front and back. better than the movies, he thought, “i’m havin’ a nice view, baby.” you circled your hands on his shoulders when suddenly you heard a knock on the door. “shit,” itadori murmured as he panicked, slowing down the pace a bit. “i’ll handle this.”

“uh, 10 minutes! don’t come in!” he shouted deafeningly, you were certain that if the person still opened the door, they must have hearing problems to miss that loud shout. “see? problem solved. now, where were we?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. with a frustrated groan, he hovered above you, laying your leg on one of his shoulders and pumping two digits in and out of your hole while he ran a hand through his hair. “why did you have to sneak in here? tsk,” a groan fell from his mouth, “you’re going to get us caught one of these days,” he grumbled, but his fingers playing around your pussy said otherwise.

“because i—ah,” you were the one squirming under his touch, “i-i wanted to be with you—“

“fushiguroo, are you there?” came the voice from the other side of the door. megumi sighed, his expression quickly shifting to one of annoyance. “busy!” he called out, forcing his other fingers over your throat to stop you from making any noise, and tried to keep his voice steady while fucking your insides. “idiot, just keep quiet, okay?”

@uzurakis

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

[torubeth]

degradation taken too far (mature content 18+)

context/warnings : it’s smut, so kids shoo! hell of a lot of degradation. they’re so mean i hate them. (swearing, words used : slut and slutty) angst to i have no idea what. pls do lmk if i missed any tws. and as always, its not proofread :p gojo ver.

ryomen sukuna ‘is that all you can do? all your yapping earlier about ridin’ me was just talks? answer me’ his sudden shift in demeanour has you feeling really small. sure he is a rude ass prick but not to you. never to you.

‘no- i can take it. i really can ryo’ tears sting at your eyes as you struggle to take in his full length. his hands giving your waist a small squeeze.

‘yeah and that’s all you’ve been saying for the past goddamn fifteen minutes. either you take it like a good girl or i’ll just have to find someone who will. trust me, i can’ he eyes held no remorse of the words he just spewed and that’s when you break.

correction, you shatter.

somewhere in the back of your head you knew he’ll never leave you but him wording it out makes it seem like it’s bound to happen.

and so tears stroll down your cheeks, your hands and legs giving out on you, your body going limp against his and you whisper the same thing over and over again.

‘don’t leave me ryo. i’m sorry. didn’t mean to upset you. i’m so sorry. don’t leave’

quickly his arms wrap around your body protectively, your face between his shoulder blade and neck, wetting the area with fresh batch of tears.

‘i could never leave you. you’re-’ you’re it for me. ‘you’re always the one that keeps me sane. there’s no way i’ll ever leave you. i’m sorry baby, forgive me. i didn’t mean a word of what i said’ he says.

when he didn’t get a response from you ‘look at me’ he whispers. slowly you leave the comfort of his neck and meet his eyes.

‘i didn’t mean it. you could leave me on deathbed and i still wouldn’t mean it’

‘i can’t leave you ryo. i love you way too much’ you sniffle, new tears threatening to spill so you go back to huddle against his neck.

god. he knows you mean it. and that’s what makes him feel like a dickhead.

‘me too, i- i lo-’ he struggles, just as your palm reaches up to cover his mouth.

‘i know ryo, i know’ you whisper, placing your forehead against his, both of you basking in the quietness of the surrounding.

geto suguru ‘fuckin-! ah shit! some insane grip you have on me baby. can’t move if you clench and lock me up like that’ he smirks against your neck.

‘and a bit quiet today ain’t ya? you sure had a lot to say to satoru earlier heh’ he remarks.

‘we were just catching up suguru, nothing-! nothing more’ you whine.

‘catching up you say? does catching up require smiles and touches? do they angel baby?’ he raises his eyebrows.

‘no..’ you avert your eyes away from his.

‘that’s what i thought. so for that, now you pay’ he pulls out suddenly, and pushes all the way back in making you yelp out loud.

‘sugu! ah fuck, i don’t think i can go another round baby. s’too much!’ the pressure was starting to get to you and you were starting to lose stability.

‘hah, i know you can baby, this slutty pussy’s all you’re good for anyway. fuck, doesn’t matter whose it is, as long as you’re filled. am i right?’ his words pierced straight through your heart.

since when did he-?

out of reflex, your hands reach out to touch his face to make sure that this was a dream nightmare. otherwise there’s no way he-

‘don’t touch me with those filthy hands’ he spits but makes no effort to push your hand off.

‘do you really think that’s all i’m good for?’ your voice is soft, filled with pain, and suddenly it’s like he’s broken out of his trance.

what the fuck am i doing, he thought.

slowly he pulls out, all whilst holding your hand against his cheek.

‘absolutely not. no. fuck, did not mean it angel. i promise. i- i don’t know what came over me-! didn’t mean it. please i’m sorry. next time if i ever lose my shit with you, i want you to take the nearest sharp object and plunge it into my chest’ he heaves out a guttural sigh.

‘you were really mean you know..’ you wipe your eyes.

‘i know baby, fuck. i didn’t mean it. i did not mean it. i’ll never do it again princess, ever’ he repeats.

his face lands on your chest, thanking all the gods and the stars out there for giving him another chance.

he’ll never screw up again and that’s a promise.

nanami kento ‘you really couldn’t wait for a few hours? just had to go and think with your cunt, right? have you no- ugh! no shame?’ his thrusts were sloppy as his hands were placed around your hips.

‘kento- slow down baby, i- i don’t think i can last’ you whine, hands clutching at the sheets.

‘no. you asked for this you little slut. so shut. the. fuck. up. and take it!’ each syllable was accompanied by a harsh thrust.

the usually composed, sweet and calm nanami was nowhere to be found. he’s never once called you a ‘slut’ and what caused this? you rubbing him through his pants and riling him up at his office dinner earlier tonight.

he warned you off multiple times but did you listen? no.

‘why are you so quiet now? i thought this is what you wanted’ his voice comes out raspy and cold.

a quiet but audible whimper escaped your lips, making him halt his actions.

slowly he pulled out, gently laying you on your back as your body shook with each sob.

‘sweetheart…? why are you…’

you look up at him, eyes puffy and swolllen ‘i’m sorry kento, it’s just that, you’re never home these days and i missed you so much’ a cry that’s sure to crack his heart leaves your lips.

‘i just wanted you all to myself for tonight but i didn’t mean to be a bother-’

his warm body hovers over yours, ‘you’re never a bother baby. always know that. you will always be at the top of every and any list i make. there’s nothing more i want than coming home to you everyday after work. and i didn’t mean to lash out at you. you didn’t deserve that, i’m sorry’ he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

‘you will always have me sweetheart, never forget that. now let me make it up to you yeah?’

[slttygeto]

༉‧₊˚. "Shut up, mom!" prank with JJK men PART 2

➜ featuring: higuruma hiromi, ryomen sukuna and fushiguro toji

➜synopsis: your child(ren) has a death wish for sure.

➜note: sorry for the long wait! it's here at last :)

༉‧₊˚. reblog + comment!

༉‧₊˚. HIGURUMA HIROMI

Your husband was a busy man. You and your daughter could count the days he spent at home with the two of you–lazily snuggling his two favorite girls on the couch as you rewatch your favorite family movie (he claims that Encanto isn’t his favorite but he has memorized all the songs). So what better way to spice up the day than by pranking your favorite man?

“Sweetie, what did I say about tissues on the kitchen counter?”

“Huh?” your daughter’s annoyed tone makes Higuruma look up from his phone with a quirked eyebrow. “Oh yeah, whatever I just forgot.”

“I said it many times before. I don’t like tissues on the kitchen counter.”

“Oh would you just drop it?” your daughter sighs, annoyed. She gets up from the dining table and makes her way around the couch, walking past her dad. “You’re always making a big deal out of shit like that.”

“Huh-”

“Hey? Don’t use that kind of language with me–”

“Just shut up already!” 

In the blink of an eye, Higuruma’s phone dropped from his hand and he stood up from the couch, nostrils flared and body seething with anger.

“What did you just say?” 

“Dad-”

“Did you just tell your mother to shut up?” You feel bad for making your daughter witness this side of her dad, but she’s quick to give her nervous giggle with her hands up to her chest. 

“Dad, it’s a prank! I promise!” 

“Honey, it’s a prank.” It’s comedic the way his eyes go from almost bulging out of his skull, to deflating like a balloon. He heaves out a sigh he doesn’t know he was holding and drops his head.

“What part of this prank seemed funny to either of you?”

“Mom said she liked it when you were protective of her–”

“Why are you exposing your mother like that!” 

“You made me the target of his anger!” 

༉‧₊˚. RYOMEN SUKUNA

“Where are the brats?” Sukuna’s voice is flat as he walks into the kitchen. Dinner was served, and yet his twin boys were nowhere to be seen. “Still upstairs?” 

“Yeah, I called for them earlier but they don’t want to get off that damn console.” You sigh in defeat, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I’ll try again, wait.” 

Sukuna lets you handle this by yourself and takes a seat by the dining table. He watches intently as you make your way upstairs and then a minute later, a fight ensues. Loud voices and the sound of doors slamming can be heard, which makes your husband’s eye twitch. 

“I told you to take out the trash and you said no! I tell you dinner is ready and you say leave me alone?” you continue to complain as you walk down the stairs, your tall teenage boys right behind you, sporting the same scowl as their dad’s. 

“Why are you being overdramatic? I told you I’ll do it later!”

“I want you to do it now, the kitchen reeks!”

“That’s a you problem, woman.”

“What did you just say to me?”

“Would you just let it go? Just shut u–!”

Your twin boy doesn’t get to finish his sentence before your husband is pushing his chair back, aura as dangerous as ever. You’ve seen Sukuna angry before, you’ve seen him in all of his states but this one was by far the scariest.

“Brat.” 

Sukuna doesn’t let his son finish his sentence before he takes off his wedding ring and places it on the dining table. “Let’s go outside. You and I.”

“Wha–”

“You eat dinner without us and you–” he points at the troublesome one of the pair. “Will get to eat if you beat me.”

“But dad–”

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.”

“Babe,” you step between your fuming husband and his son, hands caressing his chest. “Calm down, it’s fine–”

“Get out of the way, woman.” he says with a snarl, but you can feel his body relax under your touch.

“But it was just a prank.”

“A prank?” Now you’re scared for your life. “Who told you that shit is funny? You like being disrespected?” 

“No, but I like seeing you angry,”

“Oh I’ll show you what I can do when I’m angry.”

“We are quite literally right here.”

“Then leave.”

“Babe!” 

༉‧₊˚. FUSHIGURO TOJI

“Megumi, do you want some?” You’re in the car on your way back from a party that one of your friends has thrown for her toddler when you turn to your own kid with some cake. “It’s your favorite.” 

“No.” 

“No?” Toji notices your frown and his son’s unusual attitude towards you but says nothing, eyes fixated on the road. “Well okay,” 

You heave out a sigh, biting back a smile as you look out the window. Toji locks eyes with his own through the rearview mirror and the child looks away almost immediately. What’s up with his attitude today?

The moment you walk into the house, you’re taking off Megumi’s shoes who’s still doing a pretty good job at pretending to be having an attitude and he makes his way to the kitchen where he grabs the box of cookies which he knows he’s not allowed near. 

“Gumi, no.”

“I want one.”

“After dinner, okay?” the six year old boy huffs and puffs and when you take the box away from him, he pretends to throw a fit as he starts to make his way upstairs.

“Go to the bathroom, I gotta give you a bath before eating.”

“Shut up!” You don’t know where Toji was, you don’t feel him behind you until you see him storm towards the stairs. All you hear is loud thuds on the wooden floor and your heart is in your throat.

“Fucking brat,” he mumbles under his breath. “What the fuck did you just tell your mom?” 

“Toji–”

“She wanted to prank you.” Megumi confesses almost immediately, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “She told me that you look ‘hot’ when you’re mad so she wanted to test something.” 

You stand there, dumbfounded and flustered at how fast your kid exposed you. Suddenly, you feel small as you feel Toji turn around and stare down at you with his dark eyes. 

“Is that so?” 

“Mhm. She also said that she will call uncle Satoru to come take me after–”

“Megumi!” 

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