#i wasn’t even harsh or anything like it was all me

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to me it’s an inherent truth that ghost is socially “ugly”

scars that are uneven and pucker skin because he had hastily sewn lacerations together. burn scars on his back and hands, with skin that wrinkles like haphazard gills across his abdomen. blonde hair gene that makes his eyelashes and eyebrows near invisible. a crooked, broken nose that hardly works unless he brings whatever smells right to his nostrils.

and it wasn’t a sob story. he’s wasn’t insecure because to him it really isn’t all that important. at the end of the day the body he’s been put in sleeps, eats, and kills. fucks good, if it feels like it. that’s all he’s ever needed.

it’s not until you come into the picture, domestically enough, that he does start to care.

starts small, like checking if there was anything in his teeth, or smoothing out that one hair that likes to plant itself over his forehead.

the trivial, small details that furrow in between his ironed apathy.

then, insecurity blooms. found where one scar begins and the next ends. he stops lingering at the mirror, and wears thicker clothes because “london’s fuckin’ freezin”. keeps his eyes trained ahead when you shop downtown, so he doesn’t catch a glimpse of himself next to you in the store windows.

doesn’t realize how bad it had gotten until you, who had picked up on his lack of subtly and libido, asked him to take a bath.

with you.

and suddenly he’s rendered a quiet, awkward bastard in your flat bathroom, that is much too small for him.

you run the water to a boil and put relaxing salts in while he strips. he sits down with his mouth in a firm line because what the fuck is he supposed to say when his bird massages shampoo into his hair and hums a song that isn’t his favorite but becomes one when she kisses his cheek while at the chorus.

watches with wavering interest as bubbles form from the soap and the water begins to cool. hasn’t said a word since you started the strange routine that makes him feel raw and vulnerable in a way that he characterizes as childish.

“you’re so handsome, si.”

you’re swiping lotion onto his face. he hadn’t even realized you’d been staring.

“what?”

you laugh and swipe a thumb under his crooked nose, over the cleft lip. fingers trace the scar that runs up his cheek.

you hold his ugly in your hands. and you find him…handsome. he’s seen a liar and you can’t be one for the life of you. it disturbs him, that whatever comes from you lips isn’t just a compliment, but an observation.

what a foreign thing, to be given someone’s truth so easily.

the room gets quiet aside from the foam whispers and sputter of water when his legs shift.

“I said,” you kiss him gently, “I think you’re handsome.”

the apathy to his appearance never returns. however, the harshness is retired for however long you continue to hold him.

he will be whatever you want him to, and if that means he’s handsome, then a good place to start is believing you when you tell him so.

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LOGAN’S voice cuts through the static.

it’s the first thing that reaches you, even before the sensation of the floor beneath you, the faint chill of the air against your skin. his voice is rough, edged with something almost like worry, but steady. grounding.

“hey.” firm, but not harsh. “you with me?”

you don’t know.

everything feels distant, like you’re watching yourself from the outside. the room isn’t right. too bright, too sharp at the edges. the walls feel like they’re pressing in, the space between past and present unraveling thread by thread.

you know this feeling. you’ve been here before - stuck, drowning in a tide of memories that aren’t just memories. they’re more than that. too vivid, too real. ghosts of a past that never learned to stay dead.

your breath comes too fast, too shallow. you try to pull yourself out, but the weight of it is suffocating.

then there’s pressure against your hand. not harsh. solid. warm.

logan.

you don’t have to look to know it’s him. you know the way he moves, the way he smells - earthy, like leather and pine, a scent that’s become familiar, safe. the calluses on his fingertips catch slightly against your skin as he shifts his grip, holding on tight but not too tight. just enough to remind you that you’re here. now. not then.

��breathe,” he says, voice low and even. “focus on me.”

you try. but the past is still there, whispering in the back of your mind. you can feel the phantom press of restraints against your wrists, the hum of fluorescent lights, the distant echoes of voices you’d rather forget. your throat tightens.

logan doesn’t let go. doesn’t push. just stays, waiting.

he’s been through this with you before.

the first time, you’d tried to hide it. brushed it off, shoved it down, pretended everything was fine even when your hands were shaking and your head felt like it wasn’t your own. logan hadn’t said anything at first - just watched, sharp eyes catching the cracks in your armor. and when it had finally gotten too much, when you’d hit your breaking point, he’d been there. not prying, not demanding answers, just… there.

you don’t know how he always seems to know what you need, even when you don’t. but he does.

“c’mon,” he says now, giving your hand the slightest squeeze. “deep breath.”

you inhale, shaky, unsteady. exhale. the world tilts, but this time, it’s back toward solid ground. you focus on the feeling of his hand in yours. the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes with you. the sound of his voice - steady, certain, like he never once doubts that you’ll pull through this.

it’s enough. not all at once, not completely. but enough. the room settles. your pulse slows. the walls stop feeling like they’re closing in.

logan watches you, waiting. giving you the space to come back at your own pace.

when you finally nod, just a little, his grip doesn’t loosen. not yet.

“you alright?”

you swallow, nodding again. you don’t trust your voice yet.

logan studies you, his eyes softer now, but still sharp, still searching for any cracks. then, with a small huff, he shifts, pulling you closer - not quite a hug, but almost, his shoulder solid against yours.

“you need anything?”

you shake your head.

right now, this - him, the quiet steadiness of his presence - is enough.

logan doesn’t move. doesn’t say anything else. he just stays. and for once, the past feels a little farther away.

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Come When I Call (Raymond Leon x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Raymond Leon x female reader Summary: It's late and you decide to call Raymond up for some fun. Word count: 3,595 Contents: (Minors DNI) Unspecified age gap, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, friends with benefits, toxic relationship lol  Author's notes: A very late Valentine's Day present to you, from @fuckiingloser and I. Mandatory "english is not my first language" disclaimer. xoxo

Raymond Leon was not the kind of man who needed much to get by. He never really indulged in the simple pleasures of life like most people. He wasn’t a big drinker. He didn’t enjoy music, partying, or socializing at all for that matter. All those things were pointless to him, a waste of the time he barely had… But he was not made of stone. A man was a man and even the most stoic had vices. 

And Raymond wasn’t the rare exception.

“Hi, Ray…” Your sweet, alluring voice sang to his right ear over the phone, and he groaned hearing it. It was pretty late, around 1:30 on a Friday night. A perfectly fine hour for a spoiled brat like you to be up but a completely unreasonable hour for Raymond, who had just gotten off work exhausted, to say the least.

“What do you want?” He snarled, an ineffective coverup for how your voice alone made him feel, his iceberg of a heart melting down along with his serious facade. He knew exactly what you wanted whenever you called him up this late. 

“What? I can't miss you?” You defended innocently, smirking into the speaker of your phone. “I've been thinking about you, it's been too long since you came over…” Raymond’s icy blue eyes rolled on the other end of the line, not impressed by your pathetic attempt at playing innocent. He knew very well you were anything but that. You knew what you were doing and how to push his buttons. You had always been like that.

You and Raymond had met a year ago. He was “working” security at your favorite club in New Greenwich. In reality, he was undercover trying to catch a criminal who never showed up, and you happened to cross paths with him as he guarded the door and let you inside the club. The feeling of his serious crystal blue eyes on you got burned onto your memory, an everlasting effect that had your heart and pussy tingling from that point forward.

Later that night, when you asked him for a light for the joint hanging between your soft lips, he lit it with the faintest trace of a smirk in his otherwise stern expression. You could tell he didn’t do this often, and that intrigued you enough to charm your way into getting his number. 

You had been fucking ever since.

Tonight was just another perfect demonstration of your relationship… Or lack thereof: no communication for days until you called him late on the weekends and seduced him into coming over. He would then do “his business” and leave just as fast as he had arrived. Rinse and repeat. 

“It’s late,” Raymond answered back fast, his words harsh but his heart and cock already aching for you. Due to his work, it had been longer than a week since he had a hit of his favorite stimulant. But that didn’t change the fact that it was late. 

“C’mon, Ray, don’t pretend… I know you miss me too...” Your voice was melodious and painfully convincing, soft yet strong enough to crack his hard exterior even further. He let out a loud sigh, preferring silence and inadvertently giving you the perfect moment to strike again.

“Come over, daddy… I'm so lonely in my bed… Need you to come take care of me before I take care of myself…” You brought out the big guns, delivered in the form of a soft kitten purr into the phone. Complete silence overtook the line, on his side his cock twitched to life at the way you used that pet name he loved a little too much.

“I'll be there in 10 minutes. Keep those pretty little hands of yours off what’s mine… ” He rasped in his usual serious tone then hung up, immediately grabbing his keys and taking advantage of the imposing power of the timekeeper car to break the speed limit. Exactly ten minutes later on the dot you heard a knock on your apartment door, your pussy and stomach fluttered in anticipation. 

There he was, standing in his signature all-black leather attire, with his hair slicked back and with those eyes that drove you wild. The stark contrast between you was so extreme it amused you just as much as it aroused you.

“Hi, you…” You greeted sensually, already giving him the “fuck me” eyes, one of his weaknesses. A faint smirk blessed his otherwise stone-cold face, another weakness he allowed himself to have. His icy blue eyes hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing you in over two weeks and it was obvious. His gaze undressed you, touched you, and fucked you all while you stood there, in your little pink crop top and matching g-string, being his perfect little girly girl. 

“Fuck, you look so good…” He whispered huskily, eyes still busy devouring you and the crotch of his pants getting tighter. Who would have known the toughest, most no-nonsense timekeeper could ever get like this? You giggled at the thought, leading him inside.

“You said it’s late… Let’s get to bed…” You lured him in with a little smirk, which earned you a nod and a soft chuckle from him.

“Lead the way, princess…” He growled.

Raymond followed you into your pretty bedroom, not missing a single jiggle of your ass in that little thong, his cock twitched with every single step you took, aching to be buried deep inside you. As soon as you reached your big plush bed you crawled onto it and then sat in the middle, presenting yourself to him like a feast.

He loved fucking you, that was a given, but he also loved to just look at you, the perfect polar opposite to him in every way possible, so pretty and so utterly addictive.  Young, soft, pretty, sweet… In every sense of the word. It lit the fire inside him like no other woman he’d ever met before in his rather long life. 

“C’mere…” You invited him, patting the soft duvet with all the gentleness your lust-filled body could muster. He smirked ever so slightly, sauntering over like a hunter, standing at the edge of your bed and glancing down at your barely clothed beauty. 

“You think you can just call me anytime you’re horny and I’m just supposed to drop whatever I’m doing to come fuck your needy little pussy?” He husked, deep voice and calloused hand caressing you. At first, being gentle with your cheek then grabbing you by the chin with stern force, making you look into his eyes.

You stayed quiet, eyes on him, hypnotized by the blue of his irises.

“You’re a spoiled, spoiled little girl… You’re lucky that you’re so fucking addictive…” He continued, whispering against your soft lips until he was kissing you deeply. His tongue slid in slowly, sensually savoring every bit of your exquisite mouth until nothing was left untouched. You melted into the kiss, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, all of him surrounding you.

His big hands gripped your hips and pulled you closer until you were chest to chest and your body perfectly embraced by his strong arms. Not a few seconds passed when he was giving your asscheeks a good squeeze and a little, self-gratifying spank.

You moaned into his mouth, tongues swirling together deliciously until your lungs couldn't take it any longer. Breathing again, you didn’t waste a second and went straight to his bottom lip, nibbling on the plump pink inviting flesh, perfectly aware of how crazy it drove him.

He groaned, the enamel sinking deep enough to sting but not hurt, he pulled away, looking into your eyes and giving your soft ass another smack.

“You miss me? Miss my big cock? That’s why you call me so late and use your little tricks to get me over here, hmm?” Raymond asked, voice affected with desire. You smiled and nodded shyly as another self-aware demonstration of your little tricks. Of how well you played the part and how much it turned him on. It was the ultimate fantasy, albeit a little cliché but it did wonders for him: a pretty innocent girl and the dominant guy coming over to take care of all her needs… You were his pretty stress reliever he could never say no to even if he tried. Like a moth to a flame, he came to you and enjoyed every single second of burning.

He smirked a bit wider now, the crotch of his pants getting tighter.

“Is your poor little cunt lonely baby?” He cooed patronizingly, his hand moving from your asscheek and snaking between you, sliding into your thong.

Your mouth fell open a bit, your breathing got heavier, thick fingers slid between your already hot sticky folds, a grin of pure satisfaction spreading across his face at how wet he found you.

“You need your daddy to take care of you?” His tone remained condescending yet extremely sexy, his digits felt how wetter your pussy got from it alone. The index glided back and forth, ghosting over your entrance, fooling you into thinking he would put it in before moving back up. Then, he traced a path towards your clit, and rubbed painfully slow yet delicious circles on it. 

Your breath hitched, and the pressure began to feel just right, ripples of pleasure growing and touching every inch of your cunt.

“Y-yes yes please…” You whispered to him, keeping the eye contact going. Raymond smirked again, faint but perfectly visible. Your need was his drug. He leaned in, nipping your earlobe before whispering into your ear.

“You’re fucking soaking… Were you thinking about me?” You shuddered, closing your eyes at the hot caress of his breath on your sensitive skin, your pussy fluttered in immediate response and complete beg.  

“Yes… Always thinking about you…” You whimpered breathlessly, just in time to mix with an uncharacteristic whiny little moan from Raymond. His finger persisted, your already swollen clit taking everything obediently. All your phone call boldness always melted away the second he touched you. 

He smiled, a rare thing reserved for your eyes only and for occasions like these when you were putty in his hands. Suddenly, he pulled his hand away, the absence of him in your panties cutting off your moaning. 

“Hey…” You whined at the loss, looking up into his harsh, lust-filled gaze. 

Ray huffed out a cruel little laugh before bringing his finger wet with your slick up to his lips, sucking it off and staring into your eyes. 

“Sweet?” You asked playfully, biting your lower lip.

“The sweetest…” He husked, your taste still in his mouth as he leaned in for another kiss. His body weight gently guided you to lay back on the bed, caging you in and pushing his tongue past your lips for another sloppy kiss.

He ground his hips against you, making you feel his aching hard cock through his jeans nudging against you. You moaned into his mouth.

After a minute, he pulled away from your lips just to look at you. Your beautiful body beneath him laid out like a goddess of his deep devotion.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He growled against your lips. 

You smiled, with a soft nod you reached down and felt his hard cock trapped in his pants, giving it a tentative squeeze. He let out a deep throaty groan, feeling your warmth through the layers of fabric and craving much more.

“I know I do… But you always come when I call…” You whispered sensually, teasing fingers reaching for his zipper and slowly pulling it down. Raymond, amused by the double entendre, smirked down at you, icy blue eyes fixated upon your hands that now unbuckled his belt.

He pulled back, kneeling between your spread legs and taking in the desperate sight of you, so gorgeous, so needy, sprawled out just for him to take however he pleased… His favorite sight in the world.

“These panties are very pretty, but I want you naked…” He rasped, calloused fingers dancing over the skin of your thigh and up to the band of your little thong before hooking onto it. He slowly dragged it down your legs then carelessly tossed it behind him.

The debauched sight of your pretty waxed pussy on full display for him made him hold back a moan. It had been too long. He needed you too much. Right away, he reached up to pull your crop top over your tits just to stare. Your hard nipples, your tight pussy, your pretty little smile… Everything about you was just so fucking perfect.

Raymond was tempted to shove his face between your legs and devour you until you came all over his face, but his cock twitched impatiently in the confines of his pants, desperate and begging to be freed and buried deep inside your exposed cunt.

“See something you like?” You teased, sensually running your hand over your soft skin. His gaze followed the lead of your fingers, watching every single move with a smirk on his face. He reached down to tug his pants and boxers down his thighs.

His large, thick, veiny cock sprung free and bobbed against his lower stomach, standing at full mass for you. Because of you. The red tip already leaked precum.

“See something you like?” He repeated back to you, snapping you out of your cock-hungry trance. Your mouth hung open a bit, your heart beating fast out of pure desire.

“Good girl.” He praised softly, scooting closer to you until the fat tip of his cock lined up with your fluttering entrance, tingles of anticipation running all over your pussy.

Ray’s rough hands pushed your legs up into your chest, hooking them over his shoulders and bending you in half, to get nice and deep inside you like you both love. His reddened tip nudged your slick folds, he planted both hands on either side of your head to steady himself, and, with a slow, calculated movement, he moved his hips forward, pushing into you.

He let out a sigh of pleasure and relief, slipping inside your hot, tight cunt with knowing ease. Your pussy welcomed him in, swallowing every throbbing inch.

“Fuuuck… I love this little pussy.” He groaned, his pale blue eyes fluttering closed for a second, basking in the pleasure of feeling you and listening to your pretty moans.

“Ray…” You whimpered breathlessly, he pushed even further, this position making his already thick cock feel even bigger, filling you to your limit. He waited only a few seconds for you to adjust before starting to pump in and out of you. You let out a string of loud whiny moans.

“You like that baby? You like being fucked stupid?” Ray sneered with a smirk, the image of you becoming brainless on his cock and speared repeatedly stroking his ego. The combination of his words, the sound of his balls slapping hard against your ass and the feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot had you seeing stars. You nodded frantically, looking up at him in search of his approval.

“Yes- god yes…” You whimpered back in desperation, your hand gripping his arm tightly in search of support. That familiar overstimulating feeling of your orgasm crept up on you fast, and from the way his cock twitched and his eyes widened, you could tell it was happening to him too. 

“You want daddy to come deep, baby?” Raymond asked, fucking you even harder with every word, reveling in the feeling of having your tight gummy walls wrapped perfectly around him, like you were made just for him. 

“Please…yes please… ” That was all you could reply in between your constant whiny, overstimulated moans. He speared you over and over, with his mouth hanging open and his brain feeling fuzzy. Your sounds, your begging for something so filthy as his cum added fuel to the burning pit in his lower stomach, and, not to mention, to his ego.

“How about I put a baby in this little pussy? Hmm? Fill you full and you’ll really be all mine forever…” He purred between thrusts, eyes bearing into yours and exuding annoyingly sexy overconfidence. His signature tiny smirk drove you insane, your pretty pussy clenched around him even tighter from the sight.

You nodded again frantically, moans getting louder, more mindless. Every single pleasure you felt made your head swirl into near stupidity, your orgasm threatened to boil over any moment now. The obscene, filthy sounds of your wet pussy squelched around his cock and filled the room, adding to the infinite list of things that were too much to bear at the moment.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open and connected to his in this intense, passion-filled moment. The two of you neared dangerously close to the edge. Ray’s brows knitted together and his thrusts grew sloppier, ideas of breeding you and making you all his taking over his head.

“Fuck- Ray- I’m gonna come- please don’t stop…” You whispered with a sequence of little whines and moans, Raymond nodded.

“Me too, baby… fuck- almost there…” He panted, ramming into you so deliciously deep and from a perfect angle that made you see stars.

The pressure, the sight of his handsome, pleasure-affected face, the feeling of his thick pistoning dick, and the sounds combined made everything inside you snap. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave that dragged you away and forced you to shut your eyes tightly. Your cunt spasmed all around him, your brain went blank for a brief moment, and you cried out, nearly screamed.

Raymond’s hand immediately pulled you out of the moment, gripping your chin as if you had just committed a crime in front of him. Your eyes shot open, you still shook in pleasure.

“Look at me when I make you fucking come.” He growled so ravenously and carnally, it almost made you come on the spot again.

You nodded obediently, eyes attentive just as he gave into the pleasure too. Seeing you being so good and so exquisite was too much, his soft spot for you undeniable when his expression relaxed. He groaned and his thick cock twitched, spilling his hot load impossibly deep inside you.

You laid still for a minute, with him balls deep and recovering the supply of air in his lungs. Icy blue eyes never stopped looking at you, the gentle intimacy of the moment becoming the perfect place for a soft, loving kiss to happen between you. Then, he pulled out slowly and got off the bed, grabbing a towel to clean off his half-hard, tired cock before tucking it back into his clothes. 

This, in all previous instances, was the moment when he would leave. His busy, rushing schedule deprived him of the comfort of sleeping and waking up next to you. Besides, the dynamic between you never really allowed it. You both got what you wanted, then parted ways until your lust got the best of you again. Yet, for the first time, watching him get ready to leave felt... Wrong. 

You hadn’t lied on the phone, you did miss him. It was an ache born from both his long absence and all the time you had spent repeating the same routine. Something had started to shift and a part of you feared it just as much as it craved it.

You sat up and wrapped the bedsheet around your naked body, watching him grab his keys off your vanity and shove them down his pocket, ready to disappear from your life for another week with a cocky smirk upon his lips. He took one last look at you, so well-fucked and messed up, a sight that kept him going every single day.

“Was amazing as always, princess… See you soon?” He asked with that cocky attitude of his, leaning over to give you one last goodnight kiss.

“Of course… You know I’ll call…” You nodded softly, looking into his eyes. A multitude of not-well-put-together thoughts tried to make their way out, still not quite sure of what you actually wanted. 

Raymond raised his hand, his thumb slowly rubbing along your bottom lip one last time, capturing the mental image of you, so pretty and so his, before turning around to leave. Saying goodbye, he left the room, heading down the hallway towards your front door.

You watched him leave, a pinch of sadness nagging you. A part of you wished he would turn around, come back into your room, take off his coat, and stay the night. The front door opened and your gut instinct screamed at you, commanding you to do something, anything but stay still.

Holding the bedsheet against your chest, you ran into the hallway.

“Wait…” You called out, seeing him halfway out of the door. He stopped right in his tracks, turning to look at you. “Stay…” You uttered softly, soft pleading eyes staring at him from across the room. Your heart beat madly in desperation, and every part of you hoped that he wanted to stay just as much as you wanted him to…

The corner of his lips curled into a smile as he shut the door behind him. He locked the deadbolt and walked towards you, his strong leather-clad arms wrapped around you and his nose nuzzled against yours in such a tender moment before he leaned in to whisper against your lips.

“I thought you’d never ask…”

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may the best brother win pt 2 ⏐ h.brothers

pairings: jack hughes x afab!reader ⎜ luke hughes x afab!reader ⎜quinn hughes x afab!reader ⎜ genre: romance ⎜angst ⎜friends-to-lovers ⎜smut? ⎜ warnings: none yet... just jack being an idiot as per usual ⎜ each brother has a bit of a moment in this chapter ⎜ synopsis: you had spent every summer with the hughes brothers since you were ten years old ... why does this summer feel so different? word count: 7k authors note: i want to thank everyone so much for the input and love on my rewrite so far - with everyones opinions in mind I've decided to try and do some development chapters between each date to built up the tension a little and maybe involve some of the brothers POV's, so I hope everyone enjoys and let me know what you think!

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You hadn’t been avoiding Jack.

Not on purpose anyway.

Okay, maybe you were, but ‘avoiding’ felt too harsh. Too intentional. It was more like… enforcing some much-needed space. For both of you. A proactive boundary, if you wanted to put a positive spin on it. And honestly, it wasn’t like he seemed to mind. If anything, he was making it easier by not acknowledging the distance at all—by acting as if nothing had changed, as if your lips had never met, as if you hadn’t felt that dizzy, electric pull between you.

You sneak another glance over the top of your book, eyes drawn to him despite yourself. Jack is draped across a unicorn pool float at the far side of the pool, the picture of effortless relaxation. His AirPods are in, his phone held loosely in one hand, and whatever he’s watching has his full attention—not you. The late afternoon sun glows warm against his skin, catching in his dark hair and turning it almost golden at the edges. A bead of water trickles from his collarbone down the slope of his chest, disappearing beneath the waistband of his swim trunks.

You hate how your stomach clenches at the sight of him.

It was just a kiss.

A stupid, impulsive kiss. A brief, fleeting moment that shouldn’t have mattered. Shouldn’t have changed anything. And yet… The memory lingers, stubborn and vivid. The way his lips pressed to yours—firm, but hesitant, like he was afraid of breaking something fragile. The way his fingers tightened at your waist, like he meant it, like he wanted it. The heat of his body, the scent of his skin, the quiet hitch of his breath when you leaned in. And then—

Then, he pulled back.

Then, he looked at you like it was the biggest mistake of his life. Like you were some reckless, thoughtless impulse. Like he regretted it before the moment had even ended.

And fine. Whatever. If he wanted to act like it never happened, you could do that too. You force your attention back to your book, but the words blur together, paragraphs turning to meaningless shapes on the page. You’re not reading anymore—you’re just staring, fingers curled stiffly around the edges, pretending your pulse isn’t thrumming every time you risk another glance at him. Your drink sits untouched beside you, the ice long since melted into a diluted mess. The heat presses down, sticky and relentless. The muffled sounds of the pool—water lapping, distant laughter, the occasional splash—fade into background noise, a dull hum beneath the restless thoughts circling your mind.

And still, Jack doesn’t look at you.

Not once.

Your fingers tighten around the edges of your book, the paper edges biting into your palms. The sharp crack of it slamming shut cuts through the lazy afternoon air, louder than you intended. The sound startles Quinn, who’s seated beside you, one long leg stretched out, the other bent as he absently swirls the condensation on his glass of lemonade. He looks up from his—brand new—Kindle, an eyebrow arching in quiet amusement.

“You okay?” His voice is smooth, light, but you catch the way his eyes linger on you, assessing.

You inhale sharply, then exhale through your nose, forcing yourself to keep your expression neutral as you set your book aside. “Mhm.”

“You don’t look okay.” Luke’s voice is softer, more careful, laced with the kind of concern that makes irritation prickle beneath your skin. He glances between you and Jack, his gaze questioning, but you don’t acknowledge him. Your focus is locked on the source of your frustration—Jack, still stretched out on that ridiculous unicorn float, still completely at ease, still pretending you don’t exist.

Or maybe not pretending. Maybe he really didn’t care.

Quinn watches you a moment longer, gaze knowing, like he can see the storm brewing behind your eyes. But, as always, he doesn’t push. He never does. Which is why, before you can overthink it, before the flickering self-doubt can settle in, you shove to your feet. If Jack wants to act like this isn’t a thing, then fine. You’ll force it to be a thing. The very least he can do is acknowledge what happened—acknowledge you.

Your steps are firm, quick, fuelled by the slow burn of frustration that has been simmering in your chest all afternoon. The wooden deck is hot beneath your bare feet, but you barely register it. Jack, still glued to his phone, doesn’t notice your approach. Doesn’t even shift. And that only makes it worse. The gentle lapping of the water grows louder as you plant yourself at the pool’s edge, your shadow cutting across his body. The sun glints off the surface, throwing scattered light across his skin. His fingers scroll absentmindedly, one hand resting against his stomach, utterly oblivious.

“Jack.”

No reaction.

Your teeth clench. Your arms cross tight over your chest. “Jack.”

Still nothing.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

A surge of frustration flares hot and fast. Without another thought, you crouch, fingers curling around the edge of the float, and yank. Hard. Jack jerks violently, his entire body lurching as his AirPods pop free, one of them plunking into the water. His phone nearly follows, saved only by the frantic reflex of his other hand. His legs kick out, splashing wildly as he fights to keep his balance.

“What the fuck?” he sputters, eyes blown wide, voice rough with shock. He catches himself just in time, dripping and disoriented, blinking water from his lashes as his gaze snaps to you. The second he sees your face, his expression shifts. The startled confusion is gone in an instant, replaced with something more careful—more guarded. Like he was expecting this. Like he’s been waiting for it, dreading it.

And you don’t care. Your heart is pounding, breath shallow, hands clenched at your sides. His wariness, his defensiveness—none of it matters. Because after everything, after the way he kissed you and pulled away like you were something to be ashamed of, after pretending like you weren’t even there—

He owes you this.

“We need to talk. Now.” You hiss, your brows pinched tightly as you look down at him from the edge of the pool. 

Jack exhales sharply, dragging a wet hand down his face, his frustration palpable. “Not here.”

“Yes, here.” Your voice cuts through the humid air, firm and unwavering. You gesture around, ignoring the way Quinn and Luke suddenly become very, very interested in their books. Quinn flips a page too quickly to have actually read it. Luke’s shoulders tense like he wishes he could be anywhere but here. But you don’t care.

You focus on the only thing that matters—the man floating in front of you, avoiding, deflecting, pretending “What’s your deal? You kissed me, Jac—”

“Not here.” He grits it out between his teeth, the words clipped, forceful. Before you can react, he moves, launching himself from the float to the poolside in one fluid motion. Water drips from his bathers, his damp shorts clinging to him as he pushes himself up to stand in front of you.

He’s tall. Solid. Close.

But silent.

That silence only fuels the fire burning in your chest, consuming every shred of insecurity and turning it into something raw and unyielding.

“You don’t get to do that,” you bite out, each word sharp enough to cut. “You don’t get to kiss me, then act like it never happened. Like I’m—like I’m some mistake you can just ignore.” Jack exhales, jaw tight, gaze flicking toward the house like he’s considering bolting. Running away, like he always does. But then his eyes snap back to yours, and something shifts behind them. A flicker of something unspoken, something breaking apart at the seams.

He swallows. Then mutters, “Come with me.”

Before you can argue, his fingers wrap around your wrist, warm and insistent, tugging you inside.

You don’t fight him. You should, maybe. But the shift in his demeanour stuns you into silence, your feet moving before your brain catches up. He leads you into the house, past the others, past the kitchen, past everything and everyone, until he pushes open the door to one of the quieter back rooms. The door clicks shut behind you, muffling the distant sounds of laughter and conversation.

And suddenly, the space feels smaller. Jack stands there, hands braced on his hips, his breathing uneven. His wet clothes cling to his frame, water still dripping from the ends of his hair as he pushes it back from his forehead. The air between you is thick, charged with something too heavy to name.

“You think I don’t care?” His voice is low, rough.

You square your shoulders, ignoring the way your pulse hammers. “At this point, what else am I supposed to think?”

The past four days have been nothing but avoidance—watching him slip out early in the morning to “hang out” with his friends, returning late at night like a ghost, like someone passing through. You know he checks on you. You’ve caught the soft creak of your bedroom door, the faint shift of shadows when he thinks you’re asleep. But it’s not enough.

“How am I supposed to believe you care,” you continue, voice shaking with restrained anger, “when you won’t even be in the same room as me anymore?” Jack’s throat bobs as he swallows, his gaze darting away. His fingers flex at his sides. Then, barely above a whisper—so quiet you almost don’t hear it—

“I do care.”

Your breath catches, but the frustration is louder than the flicker of doubt in his voice. You lean forward slightly, forcing his eyes back to yours. “Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” You know you’re pushing. You know you’re poking the bear, but you don’t care. Because four days of this—of silence, of pretending, of circling each other like strangers—has frayed the last of your patience. Jack’s jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists. And then, through gritted teeth—

“I do fucking care. That’s the problem.” The words slam into you like a shockwave. Before you can process them, before you can react, he moves.

One second, he’s standing stiff and tense, frustration rolling off him in waves. The next, he’s right there—grabbing your face, hands firm but desperate, tilting your chin up as his lips crash into yours. The world tilts.

For a moment—just a moment—you melt into it. Because it’s Jack. Because this is the feeling that’s been lingering on your lips since the picnic, the thing that’s been keeping you awake at night. His mouth is warm, insistent, his fingers pressing into your skin like he’s terrified of letting go. Like he’s been fighting this just as much as you have.

But then—

Just like before—

He pulls away.

Like it burns him. Like he regrets it. And that? That hurts more than anything else.

You stagger back, breath unsteady, throat tight. Your heart pounds so hard it drowns out everything else, and for a long second, you can’t move, can’t think, can’t do anything except let the hurt settle deep in your bones. Jack curses under his breath, dragging a hand down his face, looking just as wrecked as you feel, and that only pisses you off more.

“You know what?” Your voice shakes, but the anger is there, raw and sharp and unfiltered. “Fuck you, Jack.” He lets out a long groan, wiping his hands down his face as you stand simmering in the new found rage buliding inside you.

"It's not that simple," Jack mutters, voice tight. "You don't get it." Your laughter is sharp, hollow, completely devoid of humour.

"Then fucking explain it to me, Jack." Your chest rises and falls with the weight of your frustration, your hurt. "Because I thought we were friends, and then suddenly, you can't even stand the thought of me anymore." His eyes darken—not with anger, but with something else. Something unreadable. Something that makes your ribs ache with the force of it.

"You think this is easy for me?" His voice is rough, strained. He shakes his head, taking a step closer, his presence thick, overwhelming. The room feels too small, the air too thin. "I can't—I shouldn't want this."

The words slice deeper than they should. Your breath hitches, a sharp pain lodging itself in your throat. "Why not?" Jack clenches his jaw, looking away, his fists tightening at his sides. He swallows hard before exhaling through his nose, like he’s trying to steady himself.

"Because if I give in, I won’t be able to stop." His voice is almost a whisper now, but it carries the weight of something raw, something unraveling. His shoulders sag just slightly, like the confession has taken something from him. "And you... you deserve better than someone who can’t figure his own shit out.” Your heart stumbles. For a second—just a second—the sharp edges of your anger soften, dulled by the honesty in his voice. But it’s not enough. Because despite everything, despite his words, despite the way he looks at you like you’re something precious, he still keeps pulling away. Keeps treating you like a mistake he can't afford to make.

Your pulse pounds in your ears.

"Then maybe you should figure it out before you kiss me again," you bite out. "Because I won’t let you do this to me a third time."

You hold his gaze, daring him to say something, to stop you.

But he doesn’t. So you turn and walk away, leaving him alone with his silence, his regrets, and the weight of everything he refuses to say. You don’t even make it to the kitchen before you hear him.

“Wait.” The voice is soft, barely more than a breath, but it carries a weight that stops you in your tracks. Your fingers brush the doorframe as you hesitate. Jack's footsteps follow—hesitant but deliberate.

You weren’t expecting him to follow.

You were prepared for more avoidance, for another four days of deafening silence. Prepared for the way he always runs when things get too real. But now, he’s standing there, behind you, and for the first time, you don’t know what comes next.

You turn slowly, arms crossing over your chest, your expression hardening. “What now, Jack?” He doesn’t answer immediately. His eyes, usually so guarded, are softer now. Open in a way that makes something in your chest clench painfully. The anger is still there, simmering between you both, but something about it has shifted. It’s no longer sharp enough to cut—just heavy enough to linger. Jack takes a step closer, the heat of him seeping into the small space between you. The tension presses in, suffocating.

“I just—” He pauses, exhaling through his nose. “I don’t want to leave things like this. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”A bitter laugh slips out before you can stop it.

"Hurt me?" You shake your head, your frustration bubbling back up, uncontainable. "You want to act like you didn’t mean to hurt me? You just kissed me again. You pulled away again, Jack. How else am I supposed to take that?” His expression falters. There’s something there—something like regret, like hesitation, like a battle he’s still fighting within himself. But then his jaw tightens, his posture stiffens, like he’s bracing for impact. He runs a hand through his wet hair, tugging at the ends like it might help ground him.

"Come on," he says, voice quieter now, steadier. "Don’t act like you haven’t been avoiding me too."Your spine straightens.

“Avoiding you?” You let out a sharp breath, eyes narrowing. “Are you serious? It’s kind of hard to avoid someone you don’t see anyway.” Your words cut deep. You see it in the way his face tightens, in the flicker of guilt in his gaze. But guilt doesn’t erase the hurt. It doesn’t change the way he keeps making you feel like you’re something to be regretted.

"I’ve been trying..." Jack starts, his voice low, almost pleading. "Trying to figure out how to—how to be around you. Without making it worse." You step back, shaking your head, a humourless smile twisting at your lips. "No. You don’t get to come in with those sad puppy dog eyes and pretend like you’re doing this for the greater good.” The words land like a punch. You see it in the way his face falls, in the way his hands curl into fists at his sides. But still, he doesn’t retreat. He stands there, taking every bit of your anger without flinching.

"Then what do you want from me?" he asks, voice quiet but heavy. "Do you want me to just pretend that everything's fine? That I didn’t kiss you? That I didn’t feel something when I kissed you?" The raw honesty in his voice sends a fresh wave of pain crashing over you. Your throat tightens, but you force yourself to stay composed.

“I don’t want you to pretend, Jack. But I also don’t want you to keep pulling away from me like I’m some fucking mistake.” His shoulders sag slightly, the tension in his body shifting into something else. Something resigned.

“I never said it was a mistake.”

Silence.

Neither of you move. The weight of his words settles between you, pressing down on your ribs, making it harder to breathe. You want to scream, want to shake him, want to make him understand just how much he’s hurting you. But instead, you just stand there, heart racing, emotions teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

“You didn’t have to,” you whisper. “I could see it.” Jack swallows thickly, his gaze flicking to the floor, then back to you. Something in his expression shifts—vulnerable, raw. And then, for the first time in days, he doesn’t look away. He takes a step forward, his hand reaching out, fingers brushing against your arm. It’s not a kiss this time. Not desperate or rushed. Just a touch. Slow. Tentative. Like he’s asking for permission without saying a word.

And for a moment, you don’t pull away.

Then—

The sound of floorboards creaking.

Jack stiffens instantly, his hand snapping back to his side like he’s been caught doing something forbidden. You glance over, pulse hammering, and there, in the doorway, stands Quinn. His expression is unreadable. Calm, but his eyes flick between you and Jack with something sharp. "Sorry," Quinn says, voice easy, casual—but there’s an edge to it. A challenge. "Am I interrupting something?" His gaze settles on you, lingering. And suddenly, the space between you and Jack feels wider, the tension becoming borderline unbearable.

"No, we’re done here," you snap, turning toward Quinn, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of Jack’s silence. You barely manage to hold back the frustration clawing at your throat. Quinn doesn’t seem surprised by your tone, but his eyes darken slightly as he notices the hurt lingering in your expression.

Jack shifts uncomfortably, his scowl deepening as his gaze flickers between you and Quinn. "I wasn’t—"

"You were," you interrupt, your voice cutting through the air, sharper than intended. Your hands ball into fists, but you don’t back down. Jack’s gaze leaves his brother to look at you, the two of them wearing nearly identical expressions of shock. Quinn is the first to school his features, his lips pressing into a thin line.

"Jack, until you figure out whether or not we can go back to being friends, let’s just pretend like nothing ever happened. Maybe that will make things easier for you."

Jack exhales sharply. "But—"

"She’s said her piece, Jack," Quinn interjects smoothly, stepping further into the room. His presence shifts the air, thickening the tension between the three of you. Jack rolls his eyes, his scowl deepening as he glares at Quinn, then you. Without another word, he turns on his heel and thumps his way out of the room, his heavy footsteps echoing until the slam of his bedroom door signals his exit.

Silence settles in the wake of his departure.

"You didn’t have to come in here. I had it under control," you murmur, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I know."

"Then why did you?" Your voice softens, exhaustion creeping into your tone.

Quinn watches you for a beat before answering, his expression unreadable. "You sounded upset." He says it so simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "I don’t like when you’re upset." The words settle over you, thick and warm, making your chest tighten.

You swallow hard, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. Quinn has always been calm, level-headed, but this—this quiet softness is something new. Something dangerous.

"I wasn’t…" you start, but the words falter before they fully form. You don’t know how to explain it—how tangled everything has become, how Quinn’s presence soothes you in ways you weren’t prepared for. "I just don’t understand how we got here. It was his idea, and now he’s acting like this is all my faul—"

"It’s not your fault," Quinn interrupts, his voice firm. He steps closer, and the subtle scent of him—something fresh, like rain on pine—fills the space between you, grounding you even as your pulse quickens. His gaze is steady, unwavering, searching your face like he’s trying to read every unspoken thought.

"Jack’s always been complicated," Quinn says finally, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But that doesn’t mean you can’t still have fun. You still have two more dates, you know. And I’d like to think this has bumped Jack out of the running."

Your mouth falls open. "This isn’t the time for jokes."

Quinn only grins, his eyes alight with mischief.

You huff, crossing your arms. "I think I’m just gonna go jump off a bridge."

Quinn chuckles and steps into your path before you can leave. "Sorry, I can’t let you do that."

"Why not?"

"You still owe me a date."

You groan. "I don’t want to do these stupid dates anymore if they’re just going to turn into this." You gesture vaguely at the empty space where Jack had stood minutes ago. "I thought this was supposed to be fun. Why does it feel like it has to mean something that I’m not catching?"

Quinn’s smile fades slightly. "They don’t."

You blink. "Huh?"

He holds your gaze, his expression unreadable. "They don’t have to mean anything."

Your stomach dips. "What are you talking about?" Quinn takes another step forward, closing the space between you. The counter presses against your back, and you inhale sharply—not because you feel trapped, but because of the way his body radiates heat, the way his eyes flicker down—just briefly—to your lips before snapping back up.

Your arms tighten around your chest.

"Well, kissing is like a gateway drug to catching feelings," Quinn murmurs, his voice quieter now, like he’s letting you in on something dangerous. "Sometimes people just… get caught up. That’s why it’s a bad idea to kiss on a first date."

Your chest rises with a shaky inhale. "You think that’s what happened with Jack?"

Quinn’s lips twitch. "I think anyone can have chemistry—if they want to. That doesn’t make it mean something."

Your breath hitches. Because suddenly, you’re aware of everything. The heat of his body so close to yours. The way his fingers flex slightly at his sides, like he’s considering reaching for you. The fact that you should be stepping back, pushing him away, saying something—but you don’t. You can’t. Because Quinn is looking at you in a way that makes your skin feel too tight, in a way that makes your fingers tremble where they grip the counter.

And then—

He leans in.

Your stomach plummets. What if this is a repeat of Jack all over again?

His hand lifts slightly, fingers ghosting over your arm, barely touching, just enough to make goosebumps rise in their wake. Your lips part, but nothing comes out, because Quinn—Quinn—is right there. His breath fans over your cheek, and your mind goes blank, every thought swallowed by the way his body feels so close.

And then—

At the very last second—

He stops. His lips hover just shy of yours, close enough that you swear you can feel the ghost of them against your own. His hand brushes your wrist, the lightest pressure, and for one dizzying second, you think he’s going to close the space.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he leans back, slow and measured, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.

"See?" His voice is barely above a whisper. "Anyone can have chemistry." You’re stunned. Completely and utterly frozen. Quinn steps away, picking up his glass of lemonade from where he had placed it on the counter and taking a slow sip, watching you over the rim with infuriating composure.

"You’re an asshole," you finally breathe.

Quinn smirks. "You see what I mean now, though."

Not really.

"No, I don’t."

"That’s your own issue then," he says easily, before strolling out of the room, leaving you with a pounding heart, a spinning head, and a realisation you aren’t ready to face.

Jack isn’t the only Hughes brother who can make your head spin.

And Quinn knows it now.

"Time to pick your next date, Princess."

"Why does everyone keep calling me that?" Quinn only chuckles as he disappears down the hall.

+

+

"Why does it look like you’ve been kissed?" Luke's voice slices through the quiet, casual but pointed, breaking the stillness in your bedroom. His words linger in the air, a challenge, a question you didn’t expect. You pause mid-braid, fingers tangled in your hair as you try to twist it into something resembling order. Your mind feels far from ordered, though—still buzzing from the earlier conversation, the lingering warmth of Jack’s kiss.

"Huh?" You turn too quickly, pretending nonchalance but unable to disguise the swift rise of your pulse. The movement is too sharp, betraying the calm you want to project. Your eyes land on Luke, sprawled across your bed like he belongs there. His long limbs stretch lazily, taking up more space than necessary, a quiet assertion of his place in your life—and that’s what makes it frustrating, maddening even. But it’s the smirk that really gets to you—the damn smirk that you can’t figure out, can’t decide whether it’s teasing or something more.

His eyes skim over you like he’s studying some unsolvable puzzle. It’s too deliberate, the way his gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes. "Your lips are a little swollen," he muses, his voice light and mocking, yet there’s an edge to it, a knowing that only heightens your irritation.

You narrow your eyes, gripping a section of your hair with more force than necessary, trying to keep your composure. "Didn’t know you paid so much attention to my lips, Lukey."

Luke chuckles, unfazed, leaning forward until his elbows dig into his thighs. "You wound me," he says with an exaggerated pout, pressing one hand to his chest. "I’m just an observant guy. It’s a gift, really."

You roll your eyes, but it’s a reflex, not a genuine attempt at dismissal. You stick your tongue out at him, a childish, almost instinctive response. His smirk deepens—of course it does—and the tension in the room shifts slightly, the air growing lighter under the familiar back-and-forth. Still, you don’t miss how his gaze lingers, thoughtful, unreadable, before he opens his mouth again, voice softer, more intent this time.

"So?" he asks, drawing the word out, his eyes locking onto yours, reading you like a book. "Were you?"

Your stomach flips, nerves setting your hands still. "Was I what?" Luke snorts, clearly not buying your act. He stretches further across your bed, his body languid, but the way he watches you doesn’t let up. 

"Right, I’m supposed to believe that you just happened to manage in the last few hours to get swollen lips by doing—nothing?"

You exhale sharply, frustration bubbling in your chest. "Drop it, Luke."

But he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t.

"Was it Quinn?" he asks, tilting his head as if testing the waters. When you don’t respond, his smirk falters—just for a fraction of a second. He straightens, brows knitting in concentration. "No?" His eyes narrow, and the realization hits him hard. "Jack?"

Your breath catches in your throat. It’s not a question, but a statement, a verdict. His eyes are sharper now, the playful edge replaced with something darker.

"You kissed Jack again." The words come out so matter-of-fact, like they’ve been sitting at the back of his mind, just waiting to be said. Your chest tightens, and your fingers tremble as you drop the braid over your shoulder. The weight of his gaze is relentless.

You exhale, frustrated by how easily he sees through you. "It wasn’t—" You shake your head, trying to explain, but it’s harder than you anticipated. "To be fair, he kissed me again."

Luke’s breath leaves him slowly, and his jaw tenses ever so slightly, a shift from the casual indifference to something that feels a little more real, a little more serious. "Yeah?" he asks, his voice colder now. "And how did that work out for you last time?"

You glare at him through the mirror, the sharpness in your eyes cutting through the tension. "I don’t need a lecture."

"Good," he says, his voice oddly quiet. "Because I wasn’t planning on giving you one." His words linger in the air, and the playful teasing that usually surrounds him disappears. Something else fills the room now—something heavier. Something unreadable. You can feel it in the way he stands, the stillness in his posture, the way his gaze hardens before he meets your eyes again.

"I just don’t get it," he says, his tone low, quieter than you’re used to hearing. He takes a step closer, his presence filling the space between you in a way that makes it feel too small. "You deserve better than someone who keeps pulling away. Someone who makes you doubt yourself."

The words hit you harder than you expect. They’re too close, too raw, and they stir something deep in your chest that you can’t ignore. Your heart stutters in your ribs, and you fight the instinct to turn away, to hide from the vulnerability that has suddenly taken over the room.

"Luke," you say, your voice shaky despite your best efforts. "It’s not that simple."

"Isn’t it?" he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper as he steps even closer, the space between you shrinking. You can feel the warmth of him now, his body heat radiating off him like a physical pull. His eyes flicker down to your lips, just for a second, before he catches himself, jaw tightening as he forces his gaze back up to meet yours.

"You shouldn’t let him mess with your head," Luke says, his voice low and steady, almost a warning. "Not when there are people who actually know what they want."

Your pulse quickens at the words, at the unspoken meaning behind them. "Luke…" His name slips from your lips, fragile, like you’re walking a tightrope and don’t know how far the fall might be.

He blinks at the sound of his name on your tongue, as though he just realised what he said—like for once, the confession wasn’t fully rehearsed, wasn’t calculated. He takes a sharp breath, stepping back like he’s trying to shake off whatever this moment has become. "Forget it," he mutters, his gaze shifting toward the door, the distance between you suddenly feeling insurmountable.

You don’t think. You don’t plan. But before your mind can catch up, you’re grabbing his wrist, holding him in place, making him listen. "Luke, wait."

He freezes at the touch, his body tense, and when he looks back at you, there’s something raw in his eyes. Something unguarded. His hand remains motionless in yours, the heat of his skin burning against yours as you hesitate. For a moment, you don’t know what to say, but you can’t stand the silence, the weight of everything left unsaid.

"I want to go on a date with you next." The words fall out before you can stop them, like a confession you didn’t mean to make, but suddenly need to.

Luke stares at you, blinking, his expression unreadable. The silence that follows stretches, filling the room with an uncertainty that wraps around you both. His gaze never leaves yours, a quiet intensity growing between you, and you wish you could pull back, act casual, but you can’t. Not now.

After what feels like an eternity, he speaks, his voice low, edged with disbelief. "Are you serious? After everything with Jack, you still want to go through with the dates?" He shakes his head, like he can’t quite wrap his mind around it, still unsure if you’re being serious or just messing with him.

You nod, a little uncertain but firm. "These dates were supposed to be for fun," you admit softly, your fingers loosening around his wrist. "Just because Jack made things weird, doesn’t mean that we can’t keep going."

Luke doesn’t respond right away. His brows furrow in thought, his gaze drifting downward as if he’s weighing your words, trying to make sense of everything. The air between you both thickens, heavy with emotions neither of you are fully prepared to deal with.

Finally, he looks up, his eyes meeting yours again, confusion still swirling behind them. "So, what? You’re telling me you want to keep this... date thing going, even though—" He trails off, the sentence unfinished, but the meaning hangs in the air between you.

You swallow, trying to steady your breathing, trying to pretend like this is just another conversation. "Yes. I mean... Quinn said he was still keen to give it a shot, so I thought maybe you would—" You stop yourself, the words faltering as doubt rises within you. "I don’t know what I thought. Just forget about it."

Luke stares at you, disbelief still etched into his features. He doesn’t say anything at first, but there’s a shift in his eyes, something deeper, something more. For a long moment, it feels like he’s searching for something in you, trying to figure out whether this is a joke, whether you really mean it.

Then, slowly, he speaks again, his voice low, quieter than before. "I still want to," he says, his eyes never leaving yours, soft and intense. "But I need you to know that this isn’t some stupid competition for me." His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and your heart stumbles, your breath catching in your throat. This isn’t like the other times, the jokes and the half-formed confessions. This is real.

"I’m not doing this like Jack did," Luke continues, his voice steady, but there’s an undeniable weight to his words. "I’m not gonna play the hard-to-get game like Quinn. I’m in this for the long haul."

The words hang in the air, heavy and significant, and for a moment, you’re speechless. Luke’s expression is serious, no trace of humour, no mockery. Just sincerity. His gaze softens as his hand reaches up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his fingertips grazing your skin with a tenderness that makes your heart skip a beat.

"I’m not going to hurt you," he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I’m not going to let you hurt me either."

You open your mouth, but your voice falters. "I would never hurt you, Luke” He gives you a soft smile, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but it’s there, gentle and almost sad. 

"You wouldn’t intentionally," he says, his smile turning bitter for a moment before it shifts back into that familiar grin. "Give me a few days to plan something. I’ll show you the best date of your life." And with that, he winks quickly, stepping back and shuffling toward the door, leaving you standing there, heart racing, unsure of where this new path will lead but certain that things between you and Luke have just shifted in ways you hadn’t expected.

+

+

Jack wasn’t sure when it started.

Maybe it was always there, a quiet hum in the background that he ignored until it was too loud to drown out. Maybe it was the way you laughed, the way you always seemed to find your way back to him, no matter how many times he told himself to keep his distance. Maybe it was the moment he realised that looking at you made his chest feel too tight, like something inside him was clawing to get out. But he ignored it. Shoved it down so deep that he almost convinced himself it wasn’t real.

But then he kissed you.

The second his lips touched yours, every carefully built wall crumbled. It wasn’t supposed to happen—not like that, not with that much hesitation, that much want. His hands had tightened around your waist, fingers digging in as if they could anchor him to the moment, as if letting go would mean losing something irretrievable. For a second, just a second, he let himself have it.

And then reality crashed down like a tidal wave.

Jack wasn’t supposed to want this. He wasn’t supposed to want you. Not like this, not in the way that left him raw and exposed. You were supposed to be safe, untouchable, a constant in his life that didn’t come with the risk of ruining everything - you were his best friend. So, he did what he always did.

He pulled away.

And the look on your face when he did? That’s the image burned into his mind, the one that won’t leave no matter how many times he tries to drown it out with distractions. Shock, hurt, understanding—like you knew exactly what he was doing before he even did. 

So he avoided you. Gave you space. Told himself it was the right thing to do. If he acted like nothing happened, maybe, eventually, it really wouldn’t have. Maybe you’d forget. Maybe he could pretend he didn’t feel like an idiot every time he caught himself looking at you for too long.

But then, by some cruel twist of fate, he had to watch Quinn and Luke insert themselves into the mess he created. He had to watch Quinn flirt with you so effortlessly, had to hear Luke drop casual comments like he wasn’t staking his own claim. And what was Jack supposed to do? You weren’t his. He had no right to be jealous. No right to feel like someone was prying something precious from his fingers when he was the one who let go first.

And still, that ugly feeling simmered beneath his skin, boiling over when he least expected it.

Luke was the worst of it. Because Luke didn’t hesitate, didn’t overthink—he just acted. He was always there, always close, always touching you in small ways Jack had no claim to protest. A hand on your lower back as he passed by. A teasing brush of his fingers over your knuckles when he made a joke. Jack saw it all, every little thing Luke did to show you he wanted you, and it made his blood boil.

Jack could barely stomach it, how easy it was for Luke to be open about it. How he could throw his feelings around like they didn’t weigh a hundred tons, while Jack was suffocating under the weight of his own. Luke wasn’t afraid of wanting you. 

But Jack was. 

And it was eating him alive.

Like when you stormed up to him by the pool, all fire and fury, refusing to be ignored. The moment you said his name, he knew he was screwed. And when you grabbed the float and yanked? His heart damn near stopped. Because there you were—frustrated, angry, demanding his attention in a way that made it impossible to look anywhere else. He was so focused on shutting it down that he barely processed what happened next. He barely remembered dragging you inside, only that he needed to get away from the eyes watching, from the way Quinn and Luke pretended not to care when they absolutely fucking did - the gossips. He barely remembered what he said, only that his mouth was moving before his brain could catch up, before he could stop himself from giving too much away.

And then he kissed you again.

For a second time, he let himself have you. Let himself forget why he wasn’t supposed to do this. And for a second time, he forced himself to pull away. Because what the hell was he doing? He was supposed to be protecting you—from himself, from the mess he didn’t know how to navigate. But then you looked at him with fire in your eyes, with the kind of hurt that cut deeper than he was prepared for, and it was all too much.

And then Quinn showed up.

Jack saw the moment Quinn clocked everything—the tension in the air, the weight of your emotions. And, of course, he did what he always did. He inserted himself into Jack’s mess, made himself the easy alternative, the steady presence when Jack was anything but.

And the worst part?

Jack let him.

He had to let you go.

But now? Now he’s lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of it over and over. He should feel relief. This is what he wanted, right? Distance. Clarity. A reset before things got even worse.

Then why does he feel like he’s losing something he never really had to begin with?

[devnmon]

solace in succor

spawn astarion x reader

summary: Your hormones are making your body extra sensitive, but Astarion offers to help remedy that.

warnings: boob play, thigh riding, pre-menstruation pain mentioned

wc: 3.5k

a/n: was gonna post this earlier but i got caught up with my journal and getting dressed to go out but here have this fic that i put my whole writeussy into xo

Armor was never meant to be comfortable. But the way your chest presses against it in agony— it wasn’t meant to hurt, was it? 

My cycle… you thought. Has to be.

Every inhale and exhale pressed the plush of your chest to your armor plate. With each breath, the aching never seemed to cease. They continued to rub against the textured metal to no end. It was both painful and stimulating in more ways than one— but most of all, distracting. 

A tantalizingly long day only becomes longer whilst you remain uncomfortable in the metal coverings. But once it came to an end, you were quickest to head back to camp before anyone else. 

Everything became overstimulating- the sweat on your back, the tightened leathers you adorned, even the bottoms of your feet were inflamed. Acutely intensifying, you found yourself keeled over, grasping at your pelvis where a harsh cramping began. 

Before you could even catch a moment to relieve yourself of it, the scent of rosemary fluttered around your senses. 

“Darling, are you alright?” 

Astarion appeared behind you, closing the flap of his tent over, always keeping a keen eye for noticing when you weren’t alright. You’d run ahead of the others back to his tent, enough of a sign for him to be concerned. 

You groaned in pain, “Think I’m quite the opposite, actually.”

Turning to him with a pained smile, you grasped onto the nearby table to catch your balance. The exhaustion of your day out was crashing over you much like waves at high tide. 

His quick but quiet footsteps brought him right to your side, catching the small of your back and your waist with his hands. 

“Here, take a seat. I’m sure you’re exhausted. We’ve all had a long day.” 

“Wait. Could you— would you…. ugh. C-Can you help me out of these garments?” 

Tugging at the cloth around your neck, it became clear to your companion how highly unpleasant you seemed to be. What had caused it he wasn’t sure, but he’d do anything in his power to keep it from continuing. 

“Of course. Anything for you, my love. Especially if you’re not feeling the best.“

Astarion began with undoing the buckles on your leg plates, throwing them to the side with a clanking noise. Damn if the armor dented, he’d throw himself into the sun before letting you suffer a moment longer. Not before long, he’d done away with the rest of your protective gear. 

“Now, I hope you’re not wearing anything that fits too tight or not well enough…” he began to reprimand.

“No… no, it’s just— I think I’m about to go on my cycle. My breasts ache something awful… And the cramps- ugh, gods above. This always happens right before it starts and I’m left sensitive all over.” You complained. 

Astarion untied your corset quickly with his lithe fingers, noting the little sounds you made when he pressed into your skin. 

“About to? So you’re not on it yet?” Brows upturned and eyes soft, your cheeky vampire pouted at the knowledge that your monthly cycle hadn’t arrived. 

You scoffed, “Don’t look so sad, Astarion. I know exactly how you get about my menstruation. Like a cat in heat, and you’re not even the one who has to bleed for days.” 

Eyes rolling playfully, you recalled the times he’d indulged on your blood from a different source rather than your neck. 

“What can I say? You’re delicious.” His fingertips tip your chin upwards to meet his lips, pressing a quick peck to them. 

“Perverted vampire.” 

“That’s me, darling.” he jested, smirking. 

Soon as your chest plate had fallen from your shoulders, the undergarment propping your breasts up was quick to follow, dropping to the ground without even having to remove your shirt. 

To Astarion’s surprise, you were quite effective with tossing it to the side. Presented immediately to his eyes was the main reason your chest began aching. 

Now he knew the real reason you’d needed his help. 

Two hardened peaks announced themselves through the fabric of your shirt, standing prominent. It wasn’t his fault his eyes faltered downwards— well, maybe a little of it was. Though he’d been shocked at how hard they were, it must have been such a nuisance. 

A sigh of relief from your lips proved to him that he was right- your aching, sensitive body didn’t just pertain to your back and the bottoms of your feet. No, this was something else entirely.

“Oh, now I clearly see where the problem resides.” 

You whined, “I told you they ached. What else did you expect?” 

“Well, nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to you. Here, let’s get you off your feet. Come, sit.” 

Astarion aided you in lowering you to the ground to rest against his chest, his body a pillow behind you. Brows furrowing amongst your sharp breaths in and out as you sit. Your cheeks warmed from his soft gestures, the kind of doting vampire he was when comforting you. It came as easy as breathing to him. 

Finally being off your feet was glorious in itself, but resting against him calmed you a bit more. 

Hearing the groans of pain as you sat made Astarion’s heart swell, for how much more pain could you take on this journey? Who knows how many times you’ve been in this much discomfort without him by your side to aid you. 

“Can I do anything to help? Maybe a massage?” Your star inquired, pressing his lips to your cheek softly. 

A warmth in your chest began to spark, not only in your chest from his desire to rid you of this pain, but between your legs when reminded of how the sensitivity of your body tended to travel wherever it pleased. 

“O-Okay… just be gentle.” You replied, breath shuddering. 

“I wouldn’t touch you any other way.” He whispered in your ear, words warm against it. 

Another kiss pressed to your skin. 

The heat in your chest traveled to your cheeks, pinking them up much too hot for your liking. 

“I can’t imagine what this must do to you.” Astarion’s hands pressed into your waist, then ran up over the hardened buds. Each finger took an agonizingly slow time grazing over them through your shirt. An uncontrollable whimper escaped your lips, relishing in all he was doing to you. 

With every pass, your breath grew heavier, trying to relax under his touch.

“Astarion…” 

He chuckles in that low tone again, wasn’t he aware of what he was doing to you? 

You couldn’t tell if it was more mischief than anything else. But it was more than orgasmic. 

“Let’s get this off you.” He purrs, fingertips catching a sliver of your skin once his hands undo each button and push the cloth off your shoulders. The cool air does nothing but prick your skin with goosebumps, quite a delectable sight from Astarion’s point of view. 

He could hear every hitch of your breath, every time your heart’s pace picked up, all because of him. 

“Better, my love?” 

“Hmmh… still hurts a lot.” 

Your head’s thrown back on his shoulder right as his hands return to working their magic. But he doesn’t simply run his fingers over them this time, no. Astarion takes his palms and presses against the plush of your breasts in full. 

Not only does the weight of your chest throb in your sensitivity when they’re grabbed, but your nipples never cease their constant hardness. His grip on them is soft, filling out the largeness of his palms quite perfectly. 

With a steadiness, he simply holds your breasts, coolness spreading over them a considerable amount. Splayed out over the plush skin, he does nothing but keep them in place for a moment. 

Another mewl escapes you, chest rising and falling under his contact. Even just his touch held the most heart thumping pace in your chest. The heat covering your insides never faltered, especially not against the stark difference of his hands. 

Out of nowhere, he kneads them in one fluid motion, tempting your patience and his own to relax you. 

Astarion notices the shudder of pleasure that runs through you, smirking to himself. 

Not only does he continue with the softened touch he’s promised, his lips begin ghosting kisses over your neck. That same area his fangs frequented. Astarion consistently attempted to not leave bruising on your precious skin— he couldn’t bear it. But the peppering of his kisses was more than a spark to set your body aflame. It was a blazing bonfire with the way he did so. 

His kneading motions are as calculated as a baker’s with dough, a mild one given by his strong fingers. 

“Oh, I bet this feels nice, hm? To be free of the suffocating layers you adorn all day long. Our fearless leader…” You could hear the taunt in his voice, getting a bit too confident from the shudders in your breath and perfect little sounds you omitted. But he craved more, to hear how your body sang for him. Every moment went to his head, dizzying with desire. 

There were no words to accompany his questions with a response. Only another filthy sound inched from you he desired to take a mile from. 

Thus, his digits close around each of your nipples, selfishly boosting his ego with every morsel of pleasure he delivers.

Astarion’s fully aware of what he’s doing to you, the touches he’s applying to your oh so sensitive chest calculated to his liking. 

Your back arches against his chest, another shuddered breath escaping you while your head falls to his shoulder. His fingers move to pinch your hardened buds in such a way to make every inch of you throb. Not too hard, but enough pressure for your heat to throb overwhelmingly. 

“That feel good, hm?” 

His low purr in your ear only makes matters worse. 

“Yes, gods… Be gentle, Starion. Mmmmh…” 

“When I’m pulling such beautiful sounds from you? Oh, darling. I can’t help it.” 

His cold hands do nothing to help your hardened peaks calm, even with the raging fire building inside you. It’s debilitating, how much you want to rut against him. Though, your desperate palms just grip his thighs, grounding you back to your physical form. 

Astarion’s cold hands can sense how much heat emanates from you— especially when your skin is the hottest he’s ever known before. 

Eyes closed in bliss, he takes the opportunity to press the softest kisses into your exposed neck, attempting to keep cool when he attunes to how fast your heart is pumping. More like music to his ears, taking initiative to drag his cool lips over the areas to send you whining again. 

He’s perceptive enough to notice the shifting of your hips below him, eager to move against anything. One hand of his leaves your breast, sliding down your stomach into what are now a pair of very soiled undergarments. When his finger slips so easily through your folds to find how soaked you are, it’s the easiest cue of a smirk curling itself across his lips. 

“Does your cycle always leave you like this, darling?” 

One more swipe to collect your arousal on his fingers before he pulls them out of your pants, going nowhere near where you really need him. 

A whimper leaves your lips, “Never been this bad before, maybe it’s the stress.” 

Your chest heaves under his touch with every breath you take. Astarion has been continuously soft and constant with his kneading, the sound of his breathing while pressed against him only made your body crave more. 

“That could be the issue… far too much worrying for your pretty little head. What should we do about that, hm?” 

You whimper again under his touch, rutting against nothing between his legs. 

The laces of your pants come undone thanks to his agile fingers, the wisp of his skin against yours overwhelming compared to the heat of your body. He grips your waist, turning you to face him and sit on his thigh.

His cheeks flush upon your almost fully naked figure before him, beads of sweat visible down your torso in the lantern light. The vampire’s never gotten used to seeing his lover soaked in bliss because of him. 

Eyes finally catching on the wet patch of your underwear, his tongue darts out over his lips as the rubies dilate at the sight. 

“You’re quite the sight like this, poor baby.” 

Astarion’s cool palms run up and down your sides, earning him more of your little shakes and whimpers. Your vampire’s red eyes shimmer with adoration as he looks upon you, understanding the discomfort in your expression. 

Fingertips slink down your torso, right above the band of your underwear. He’s fully aware you’d rather have his hand in your pants than go a moment longer without. Instead of digging his slender fingers into your soaked heat, his thumb drops down to the wet spot and rubs lightly. Your hips stutter again, only this time atop his thigh to bring you the most rewarding friction against your throbbing clit. 

There were no words for the amount of pleasure coursing through your veins from one simple movement. Maybe it was the fact that you had Astarion as a partner that did it; he could bring you to your knees with a single look. Perhaps it was the surge of hormones whispering to put his cock in you— to fill you up until your satisfaction was reached. 

But the only thing you could get out was his name, pleadingly asking for more. It would have to wait until you had the energy and your cycle wasn’t on the brink of arrival. 

Although Astarion never has a problem with a messier kind of sex. Especially not one that can feed him as well as satisfy his desire to please you. 

“C-Can I… oh, gods. Please can I—“ 

“Ride my thigh? I’d love nothing more, my pretty girl. Let’s get these out of the way. hm?”

You’re expecting him to cut your remaining undergarment off with a knife for being in the way, especially when you were in this state. Instead, two of his fingers pull the soaked part of the cloth to the side, putting your swollen cunt on display for him. 

“There she is, so pretty. Of course you’ve soaked through these already.”

“Gonna ruin your pants, Star.“ you replied through another gasp, your sensitive clit getting exposed to the coolness surrounding your vampire. 

“Nothing a little spell can’t fix tomorrow morning.” He smiles, beaming at you with that sweet face. He’d always accept cleaning up after no matter what it was— whether that be a mess of blood after battle or the arousal he’d orchestrated from you. 

“But, you…” you pout, before grasping at the imprint of his length under said pants.

“Ah ah, this isn’t about me, darling.” he replies, moving your hand away, “Making sure you feel alright is more important.” 

Though his cock twitching under your grasp isn’t lost on either of you, it’s much more satisfactory to him seeing you like this. Your eyelids flutter with affection looking down upon him, a twinkle in his eyes as he gazes back. 

“Gods, I don’t deserve you.” Your desperate mouth collides with his, tasting sweetness across your tongue. 

Whilst doing so, his hands encourage you to move your hips above him once more. His hands guide you, beginning to slowly spread yourself open on his thigh. 

“You do, so I can do things like this for you. It’s what you deserve.” 

His lips leave one more chaste kiss on yours before tucking his bottom lip between his teeth to watch you rut against him. Half-lidded and glowing red, his eyes lock onto you from below. Once your rhythm steadies, that cold touch of his returns to your chest, still attentive and filled with arousal. 

Astarion’s fingers pinch your nipples a bit tighter than they had before, adoring how they hardened further when blessed by the temperature of his hands. 

His lips land in the valley between them, caressing the sensitive skin with his tongue before placing it over one of the hardened buds. 

“Hah… mmh—“ 

He chuckles, his sounds vibrating through you and heightening the sensitivity of your chest and your pleasure. 

From his seated position, it’s clear he’s enjoying the view, pressing his thigh upwards into your wetness while he sucks and nips at your breasts. He only relents to speak another praise. 

“That’s it, you’re doing so well, my sweet.” 

Each little sound you made upon his tongue swirling around your nipple or the sucking of his lips to leave a mark on your breast only intensified. 

“Please, need you inside me…” you attempt to grasp his erection again, but he’s quick to pull your hand away the same as before. 

“Tsk. No, darling, he taunts, “You’re going to come for me without having touched that pretty little clit.” 

You pout, an obvious remark you’ve picked up from your companion; lips jutted outwards, shoulders sunken, and big wet eyes. 

“Why must you torture me so?” 

“Because, my love… your pleasure is mine. Besides, I can smell it on you. The blood… it’s just aching to come out. I’d say around dawn tomorrow, if even that.” He purrs, playing with your tits in his hands again. 

Something about the coldness of his fingers pinching and massaging almost sends you over the edge. Your hips stutter, the friction of each time you move has you pulling him in by the nape of his neck. 

You want him close when you finally come, closer than ever. If he won’t grant you that by being inside you, then the proximity of your lips on his would have to do. Soon as you kiss him, he can taste the arousal on your tongue; it infects him quicker than light, and the increased beating of your heart fills his ears harmoniously. 

Astarion’s hands grip your waist again, even tighter than before to move you down onto him in a slower motion. 

“Agh, Ast..ahh-rion…” You attempt to speak with a gasp, but the sensations coursing through you are much too overwhelming to form actual words. 

The pitch of your voice and strung together sounds was the indication you were teetering on the edge of orgasm. Lips trailed upwards from your chest, his little groans of satisfaction with each press caused your eyes to close in bliss. 

“You’re so close, I know. I can hear your heart racing. Want to come for me, hm?”

You nod desperately, attempting to speed up your movements again. His grip loosens so you can rut freely, knowing the height of your orgasm is about to come crashing down. 

“My perfect darling. There, just let it all go. Mmm, so good. So perfect.” Astarion’s lips continue their assault on your neck, flicking his tongue over your pulse point as the sounds you make become more high pitched and breathless. 

It’s not a moment later before your orgasm washes over you, sending your hips uncontrollably moving against his thigh. Your clit throbs as you gush on top of him, losing all upper body strength you once had and falling into his arms. It’s as if you hadn’t been touched in centuries, the way your orgasm courses through every inch of your body. 

The goosebumps on your skin slick with sweat becomes more intense as the heat flooding you calms for the first time all day. It’s relief you’re filled with, that the pain has ceased, thanks to the quite literal handiwork of your companion. 

Your forehead rests on his shoulder, cold hands raking up and down your back for comfort. 

“Thank you,” you breathe, “I love you more than anything, Astarion.”

“You are my everything. I love you, too. Feeling any better?” His fingers sweep strands of hair out of your face, noticing how flushed they’ve become from your recent activities. 

Those words give you enough strength to raise your head and look at him. 

“Mhm. Much…” you glance downwards again, “Will you let me take care of you now?”

“How sweet. Perhaps I’d be wrong to not indulge you after our long day but… how does a warm bath sound? Before we get all sweaty again, I’d like to wash the day off us.”

“You had me at warm bath.” you chuckle, pecking him on the lips. 

“Let’s go then, before anyone else gets there first.” 

As much as you want the clothes you’ve torn off to stay on the ground where they lay, you throw them back on just to make it to the calming bath Astarion’s promised you. 

Safe to say your vampire doted on your body the same as before, once you both relaxed into the clean water. More kisses and soothing touches were shared as the sweat from the long day’s activities was shed. You found yourself tucked into his arms once again as the day concluded for good.

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[merbear25]

For event

Shinji (Bleach) and 14 + 4 (with Reader saying lines, if possible), ty 🫶

Thank you so much for requesting something! I admittedly took inspo from some of the things I struggle with but no specifics were mentioned! I think Shinji would be stubborn enough to handle damn near anything like this in a partner 😭

Your relationship would face many hurdles. That was just how it was with you, regrettably so. After so many having promised their love to you, you were hurt time and time again to the point your battered heart couldn’t accept that there was someone who could withstand it all. Even after you tried pushing him away, trying to prove to yourself that you were right about him - that he would leave you like all the others - he withstood each test and would continue to do so much to your damaged heart’s convictions.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, abandonment issues, established relationship

I’m not going anywhere (Shinji)

Wasn’t there a limit he could take? There must have been. Everyone else had one. The boiling point that scorched every other relationship drove them away just like you knew would happen. But, each time you reached a new low point, he was still there. It hurt in a way you didn’t expect. The support he offered had you beginning to believe this would last, but that was what made it all so painful. When he eventually left, that sense of love would go right out with him.

This was temporary—you told yourself that to prepare for the inevitable that wasn’t coming. Sitting and waiting for what wouldn’t come, a sense of security wrapped around you. However, the unfamiliar trust made you panic, the walls you’d built were crumbling, and you felt completely and utterly exposed.

“Why are you still here? What do you even see in me?” 

The reason behind your lashing out was as clear as day to him. Having spent years withstanding the gale force winds that threatened to shove him out of your life, your patterns and flare-ups were adapted to and bent those harsh winds into a mere gust of a summer breeze. However, this time was different. A final defense against what you feared the most—abandonment.

Flinching wasn’t possible for him, not when the result meant losing all the progress you’d made together. Cool to the point he chilled your flames, he hummed a little to himself as if deep in thought. “Well, there ‘er so many but fer starters yer reliable, loyal, affectionate, funny, sweet,” he went on while counting on his fingers.

You could feel yourself flushing from how effortlessly he listed the qualities you so easily forgot. “And yer even sweeter when yer flustered.”

You turned away from him. Calming the rising tides within your heart was proving to be a trying task. Sitting down, you refused to make eye contact with him. “You really think those are reasons to put up with me?” Even though there were countless fond memories you shared, those moments of you attempting to push him away often deceived you into believing that you did not deserve him.

“Oh, I was just gettin’ started.” He casually leaned on the table, though his expression was rather stern. No matter how many times he tried to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere, sooner or later you’d convince yourself of the opposite.

“And you’d have me like this? Scars and all?” You could barely look at him. The sting of tears burned your eyes. 

“I actually like yer scars.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at that remark. “I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t say that.”

“What can I say? I like what I like.” He shrugged with a faint smile. The longer his eyes held on you, the more he ached to comfort you properly.

Him looking at you with concern playing on his expression made your bottom lip quiver. “Do you have to look at me like that?” The question was choked with the emotion bubbling at the surface.

A soft exhale through his nose was paired with a smile. “And how am I lookin’ at ya?”

His soft voice carried that question to you, though you let it hang in the air for a moment before answering. “You know how.”

He took a step closer and leaned down to get a better look at your now puffy face. “Do ya want me to stop?”

You shook your head, knowing that there was no better comfort than the warm gaze he seemed to only give you. “I just have a hard time accepting it.” In a voice so low the faint embarrassment at not being able to face the fact that someone could care about you was barely audible, and yet he heard it, crystal clear.

Watching you intently, the twitching of your fingers gave away the nerves eating at you. He kneeled down at your side, instantly noticing the trail of a lone tear on your cheek. Though he admittedly wasn’t the best at navigating these waters, his sails never set him astray. Taking your hands in his, there was no stopping the melting of his heart when your eyes met.

“I know ya do,” he whispered, while placing tender kisses along your knuckles. “But ya don’t ever have to worry about it fadin’. Not with me.” Those last words blanketed around you, securing you in ways you were sometimes too cautious towards. The last few kisses were more firm, hoping the passion he held would break the surface of your insecurities one day.

That fear of him leaving just like all the others was slowly being chipped away at. Although there would be instances when the intrusive thoughts would rear their ugly heads to spit their lies that not everything was as it seemed, he would continue proving himself to you. The demons that haunted the inner workings of your mind would be exhausted from the losing battle against his affection towards you, eventually perishing like they deserved. Time was on your side, and he had nothing but that to continue loving you.

[socialitesleuth]

Let it be made perfectly clear that Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward always thought before she spoke. Trained to perfection during her arduous years at finishing school, she was a master of contemplating replies, of considering her words before she relayed them out loud.

This conversation she was currently having with Gordon, however, had somehow thrown all that training out of the proverbial window. Her subconscious reaction kicked in upon seeing his message, or perhaps it was a natural, gut instinct to shut his idea down before it could grow into something more dangerous. Either way, before she had the chance to deliberate her response properly, Penelope dove head first.

COMMS START

I’m not sure that’s a very good idea, Gordon. This isn’t going to be a simple party. You know that.

COMMS END

With a woosh, the message sent, and only then did she re-read her choice of words. 

And instantly felt guilty.

She hadn’t meant to sound that harsh, of course. Nor did she, for one second, believe Gordon thought of the event as something so trivial. He had been the one to raise the issue with her, after all.

If she’d given herself time to think over her reply, as she so often did, perhaps Penelope could have found a better, more diplomatic way to phrase her decision.

Quickly, without delay, she began typing up a follow-on message, hoping it would get to Gordon in time before he took her initial reply as her ultimate response.

COMMS START

Gordon, I’m sorry. That came out wrong and wasn’t what I meant at all. What I’d meant to say was… it’s going to be dangerous. I wouldn’t want you to get into harm’s way.

Please don’t tell me there’s actually a real wheel of Tracys you boys use to make decisions like this…

COMMS END

Penelope knew her attempt at humour at the end would no doubt fall flat. She knew how her second reply looked — still pathetically dismissive. And whilst that was true to a degree, the reason why she couldn’t allow him to join her wasn’t easy to express. Her feelings in that regard weren’t tangible.

She rubbed at her temples, her heart now racing in fear that her second message would only offend him more. But what else could she say?

I don’t want you to come with me because I can’t bare the thought of anything happening to you?

I don’t want you to come with me because the image of you, broken and bruised on the seafloor, still keeps me awake at night?

I don’t want you to come with me because…

Those next three words were dangerous, even for someone like Penelope who regularly danced with peril. So, even in her mind, they were left unspoken.

And, to avoid overthinking it all, she returned to the her research.

:COMMS BEGIN:

Lady P,

Sorry for the early morning comms, hope this doesn’t wake you too early - I make it just after 5 your time.

We’re just finishing up a mission in the Persian Gulf - a luxury hotel collapsed overnight, on an island just offshore Doha. Only built two years ago, whole place is pretty new and shiny.

Been a rough night, Pen - fifteen we were too late to help, including two kids. Just families on vacation...

Anyway, victims are saying they felt tremors, it certainly looks like a quake from the debris now the sun is up and J is absolutely confident it came from beneath the sea bed (absolutely being a rather irritated direct quote, so I’m not asking again).

But… this isn’t a quake hot zone. It doesn’t make any sense, and there haven’t been any aftershocks either while we’ve been working. Five can’t get a good read because of the debris and mineral interference underground. The whole place is on top of the enormous old oil fields, and it sends the scanners haywire.

The company that owns the hotel has set my squid sense off though. Name’s Fulcra, I’ve sent you the profile on them. Ran by a guy named Randall Price. He’s a venture capitalist from Houston originally, but the company’s HQ is a London address. That’s as far as I’ve managed to get.

They own a couple of the small artificial islands around here that are being used as tourist hotspots. Think luxury waterfront villas on stilts kinda stuff, the hotel that’s collapsed was the biggest. Nice place, high end, lots of good dive spots.

This area’s all under a World Heritage protected marine environment permit for a biosphere reserve. They’ve spent decades trying to replenish the mangroves and coastal vegetation after what the oil fields and production did to the waters here, the aquatic populations are only just starting to rise comfortably. I didn’t understand how they even got permission for this sort of work but…

They’ve got a giant platform further out in the Gulf that’s supposedly ‘cleaning the sea’ and helping to replenish the sea bed. Seems to be some sort of agreement that they can build these resorts, in exchange for what appears to be green work. I tried to get a proper look at the platform in Four, out of interest, but they’ve got laser nets up. I got an autoturret my way for trying to go any further in the exosuit…

I’d like to think they’re just really protecting that biosphere, but I don’t get a nice eco-friend impression.

My gut says I’m getting Hydrexler vibes, and you were right about that oily CEO last time. I’m not sure I want to be right, but I do want to know what’s going on here… and I thought you might too, as our resident top agent with a passion for all things Earth-saving.

So, I thought I’d hand it over to you, and let you do what you do best - cosying up to the billionaires and getting them to spill the tea.

Lemme know if you know or find anything on them. We’re going to be here another couple of hours, finishing up stabilising the debris field and having another run through, and then heading back. S managed to get the Price guy on comms briefly, but he wasn’t much for talking. Maybe you’ll have more luck.

G 🦑

:COMMS END:

FIRST DATE?

The flickering light and the soft buzz from her compact device caught her off-guard. Penelope, who had positioned herself in an armchair beside her tall windows after giving up on sleep half an hour earlier, sat herself up a little straighter. The blanket which she’d wrapped around herself was pulled tighter to her frame as her eyes read the message.

The hour might have been earlier and, on any other day, Penelope might very well have still been sleeping, but today was different. She rubbed her tired eyes as they scanned Gordon’s words. At first, she’d hoped it had been something akin to a social call. She rather enjoyed those, especially when they came from Gordon, but the more she read, the more Penelope realised it was anything but that.

Her interest peaked as she reached Gordon’s conspiracy.

Her mouth grew dry when she reached Gordon’s information.

The blanket was thrown off her body and Penelope stood. With her comms device still in hand, her eyes still darting from left to right as she continued her reading, she crossed her bedroom and gently tugged on the bell. 

Minutes passed before a very sleepy Parker knocked on her bedroom door. Penelope, having only just finished Gordon’s message, opened it.

“Terribly sorry to wake you, Parker, but it seems we have a situation. I need you to cancel my schedule for today and then get me all we have on the company known as Fulcra. CEO is a man named Randall Price.”

“But, m’lady, that’s—”

“I’m perfectly aware of that, thank you, Parker. See if you can arrange a meeting of some kind, if that’s at all possible.”

Parker nodded, still more asleep than he was awake, before he trundled off down the hallway to make good of his ladyship’s requests.

Penelope returned to chair by the window and curled herself back up. The sun was just beginning to rise on the horizon as she typed out her reply.

COMMS BEGIN

@squidsinashirt, Thank you for your concern — I shall look into this and get back to you when I

Penelope ceased her typing and sighed. She knew it wasn’t fair to lie to him, not after her sent her looking. A moment or two passed before Penelope deleted her previous sentence and began to re-type it. 

COMMS BEGIN

Gordon,

This company?

I shall look into this as you requested but, I must warn you, you may not like what I find. Randall Price is… let us say a man I am already familiar with, or rather his business is. What I can tell you is that, for the most part, Fulcra is celebrated as a rather clean company, but that doesn’t always mean much — you were right to mention Hydrexler. The Persian Gulf was supposed to remain a protected marine environment, at least that was how I understood it. I’ll ask some of my World Heritage connections what they know too, see if I can get a bigger picture for you.

Give me a couple of days. I’ll try and, what was it you said? Cosy up to the billionaire? Get him to spill the tea? Parker is going to try and get me an appointment but, if that fails, I do have an alternative plan.

Do try and get some rest once you’ve finished up. The mission in Doha sounds like it’s been a terribly distressing situation for all involved. You know I am always here if you need to talk about it. Any of it.

I’ll be in touch once I hear something.

Stay safe, 

Penny x

COMMS END

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Once upon a time, names held weight. Penelope had thought that Scott’s name had simply been too tied up with International Rescue for Randall Price to give him the time of day… until she too was ushered away once the more difficult questions were asked. From her other sources, Penelope had heard only rave reviews of the company. Yet something felt… off.

It was just after dinner when Penelope began her second message to Gordon.

COMMS BEGIN

It's too clean. Not sure what’s going on but I definitely sense something. Plan B is in operation. Randall Price might not have wanted to speak to me today, but he did invite me to his Charity Ball this weekend — I’ll see if I can find out more then.

I’m hoping you returned home safe and sound and that you managed to have a good rest. I suppose it’s my turn to apologise if this message wakes you. 

Penny x

COMMS END

[pitrsattabhaadmeinjaa]

why is ending a romantically/sexually aligned arrangement SO WEIRD. WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW.

[tonycries]

Dirty Lil’ Secrets!

Synopsis. They all have their habits in bed - some so filthy you can’t help but keep them your dirty little secret.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, size differences, bréeding, mating press, oral (female receiving), vibrators, manhandling, marking, jealousy (Choso’s side), praise, degradation, exhibitionism, fíngering, semi-public, cúmplay, some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.8k

A/N. This came to me while watching Pink Panther, I think I should watch Pink Panther more often.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Take it or he makes you

Now, Toji knows he’s got a big dick - huge, even. And to him it doesn’t make a difference - either you take his fat cock like the good lil’ slut you are, or he shoves it in your snug cunt and watches you gasp so deliciously around him, eyes watering, swollen lips dropping into a pretty little oh! 

“Ah- hngh daddy s’too big. I don’t think-”

“You will, pretty girl.” he chuckles darkly, leaning down till his breath is hot against your ear. “Because I’ll make it fit.”

Okay, maybe he lied - maybe it really does make a difference. Because right now, with you already so cockdrunk as he bullied his furiously leaking tip into your sloppy hole - Toji doesn’t think he’s ever been harder.

“Are- are you at least hngh- halfway in, daddy?” he hears you whimper. Cock twitching so animalistically inside you at the way your voice cracks so adorably at the end, tinged with desperation. 

Toji can’t help but huff out a laugh, brows furrowed, greedy gaze stuck on the obscene way your pretty lips struggle to take him in. Pussy spread open so shamefully for him, quivering and leaking so sinfully onto the sheets below. 

“Nope.” he hums, popping the p, reaching down to lick a long, languid stripe up the delicate tear streaming down your cheek.

God, he has to fight down some feral, animalistic part of him that wants to just plunge his throbbing cock into you till his heavy balls smack your ass. But no - not yet. What’s the fun if he can’t see you struggle a bit more?

Instead pushing in shallow, determined little thrusts to fit inside your tight pussy. Each one has his prominent veins pulsing angrily against your walls, hitting that one spot just right. A maddening bump! bump! bump! you were losing your mind to. 

Stretching you to your limits. You could almost feel his achingly hard tip hitting your cervix already.

Full. So full - and he wasn’t even halfway in. 

Feral grunts leave him at the way you moan breathlessly at each motion, scrambling to grab onto the headboard, the sheets, him - just anything to ground you to your sanity as you’re split apart on his achingly hard cock.

Ah, how he loved this little song and dance. A few tears, a few whines - his lil’ slut pretending like you couldn’t take it all - as if your walls aren’t sucking him in so obscenely, hips bucking up mindlessly for more. He loves your cute lil’ mewls when you can’t decide between wanting to run away or milk the soul out of him. 

“Now now,” Toji tuts, looping two muscled arms around your waist so you can’t escape. Tight, grip almost bruising. 

You let out a delirious squeal as he pulls you down down down - onto his thick cock. Plush walls taking him in greedily inch by fucking inch. Hungry for more.

He knew his pretty girl could do it - you always do. 

“Don’t think you can run away from me, doll.” he groans over your pathetic little yelps of “Ah! Too- too big, daddy! Gonna break-”

“Then break f’me.”

And with that, Toji’s had enough of playing nice - ramming in the rest of his length in one, harsh thrust. Not stopping till he’s buried in your dripping cunt all the way to the hilt. 

A low hiss leaves him as his abs rub your skin, twitching balls finally smacking against your ass. Finally taking all of him.

Finally bottoming out. Ah, this is what he’s wanted for s’long - teasing himself just as much as you.

“Oh! Oh my- ah, fuck. Want it- need it s’bad. Please- ngh-” you mewl, hips bucking wildly. Too cock-drunk on the way the tufts hair at his toned pelvis scratch against your throbbing clit to even form proper sentences. God, you think you could almost cum just from the feeling of being so overwhelmingly full of him.

“Feel me in you, pretty girl?” he rumbles, low and dangerous. “Feel me right…” he trails a long finger in between the valley of your breasts. Featherlight touch dancing down, down, down to your navel, pressing hard onto your stomach, “...there.” 

You gasp at the pressure, breath catching in your throat at the dangerous smirk curling his lips as he begins to pull out inch by inch - agonizingly slow. Getting ready to fucking ruin you.  Because boy does it stroke his ego to see you absolutely wrecked by his huge cock, struggling to just take him - but this is where the real fun starts.

♡ NANAMI KENTO - The family man

Nanami’s a very steady man - he always has been.

A steady job, a steady schedule, a steady relationship with you. So, really, it makes sense that he wants a kid, or two - or four with the ways he’s got you folded in half beneath him. Legs thrown over his sculpted shoulders, thighs burning at the stretch as he bends down down down-

A mating press. Nanami Kento had you in a fucking mating press.

And it was very dangerously quickly becoming his favorite thing.

You weren’t sure what to expect with that off-hand comment about wanting kids, but it surely wasn’t for your loving husband to fucking rip your skirt off and bend you over the nearest flat surface, throbbing cock now buried in your dripping pussy.

That was a few days ago.

And now every night without fail, you have Nanami’s seed dripping down your legs, still-achingly hard erection buried in your poor cunt - you doubt you’ll make it out alive this time.

“K-Kento- Hah- hngh, I feel s’full- so-”

“Shhh, darling. One more. Jus’ one more, all you gotta do is take every drop.” he hums, lips ghosting over your racing pulse. Brows furrowed, sweat trickling down his temple, cock ramming into you at such a filthy pace. 

Warm - so warm with his seed. It jolted some carnal part of him - all the way down to his achingly hard cock - to know that he was the one doing this to you. That was his cum filling your pretty pussy. And everyone else would know.

God, you can do nothing but sit there and take it as Nanami edges you closer and closer to your nth orgasm tonight. Thumb drawing rough, frenzied little circles on your throbbing clit that match the merciless pace of his hips. 

Over and over. A quick, maddening tempo he was losing his mind to.

Desperate, so desperate to get you off. 

“Gonna fill you up.” he whispers, voice raw and dripping with need, mind hazy. “Gonna be so round and pretty with my kid, right, darling?” 

You nod eagerly, as he increases his pace impossibly. Your skin stinging where his balls smack your ass, fucked-out little ah! ah! ah! leaving your kiss-bitten lips each time his hips hit yours. 

Drool drips delicately down the corner of your mouth at how animalistically he was fucking you. None of that familiar tenderness - only the pure, filthy desire to breed your pretty lil’ cunt full. All his. 

“You can dress ‘em up, and I’ll take ‘em to school.” he rambles, as half-delirious as you at this point. Drunk off of you and your cunt and you. “And when we’re all alone…” he trails off dangerously. Ripping his gaze from the creamy, white ring forming around his base to look in your eyes, “I’ll fuck another one into you.”

“Ah! Yes yes yes, please. Cum in me baby, fill me up.” 

You see white as you cum - or maybe that was Nanami painting your plushy walls with his seed, you can’t even tell at this point, too exhausted and cock-drunk. All you can feel is Nanami twitching inside you before he’s shooting thick hot spurts of his cum. Again. And again. 

“Oh- Kento, t’much. There’s so much.” you moan softly, words slurring together. Sloppy hole quivering at the feeling of being so deliciously overfilled as Nanami’s cum trickles out of you, forming a wet, sinful pool on the sheets below. 

“Feel it inside you, darling?” he doesn’t stop thrusting - rough, mindless movements from some deep-rooted, primal little part of him. Stuffing you deeper and deeper with his cum. Fully intent on filling you up until he was shooting blanks - or until he physically couldn’t. Whichever comes last.

Fucked-out little yelps leave you with wreckless abandon, mixing with the creaking of the bed at Nanami starts up yet another unforgiving pace, “Yes- Ah! I feel it, Kento. Feel it s’deep inside me.” “Mhm?” he purrs, teeth grazing your earlobe. Darkened eyes glinting with something predatory as they greedily lock onto the way his cum gushes out of you. Seeping into your skin, smearing on his abs - and his rock-hard cock. “Then, better be ready for one more, darling.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - The sweet-talker

If someone saw the ever-graceful Geto Suguru right now, they wouldn’t believe their eyes - and definitely not their ears. Such beautiful words coming out of such a beautiful mouth, but his actions were anything but. 

And it doesn’t even matter the place, he’ll come up right beside you and whisper a few seemingly harmless words. “I really love that skirt on you, angel. Is this the one I bought?” he’d say to you at the convenience store, smiling sweetly at the old woman in front of him that sighs about “young love.”

Little did anyone know that right at that moment, the innocent hand in his pocket fiddles with that little plastic remote. The one he bought specifically to make you lose your sanity.

Intensity setting 2.

“B-baby?” you whimper, breath hitching as you feel the bullet vibrator shoved inside your dripping cunt start to turn up a notch - tiny, methodical vibrations against your snug walls. 

“Yes, my angel?” 

You could almost smack the innocent grin off his devastatingly handsome face. Geto Suguru could win an Oscar for how good he was at acting like he didn’t have a firm grip on your vibrator control. Thumb running harsh, quick little circles on the intensity.

“Nothing.” you grit your teeth, nails digging into his sculpted arm as you hold onto him for support. The little bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt maddening against your cunt. Praying that no one else here could see your dazed eyes and the way your thighs were quivering desperately. God, could this queue get any longer?

You almost miss the wrinkled hand waving in front of your face, the good-natured voice in front of you asking, “You alright, dearie? You look a bit under the weather.” 

Intensity setting 3.

“I-I’m-” you choke, looking up at Geto for support. In perhaps a miraculous act of kindness, he peers down gently at the old lady. “Don’t worry, grandma. My love here has just been a bit sick today. M’taking her to the doctor after this, y’know. Isn’t that right, angel?”

Intensity setting 4.

Oh, not an act of kindness. Definitely not. 

Panties completely soaked now, pussy clenching desperately around the vibrator. You shoot a quick glare at Geto, who was urging you deceivingly lovingly to answer. God, you could almost hear the laughter inside his mind as you take a steadying breath, stuttering out a barely audible, “Y-yeah. Sick today.”

You couldn’t care less if the sigh of relief you let out is audible to everyone else in the store as the elderly woman turns away with a nod. Mind focused only on Geto and Intensity setting 4 and Geto-

“Aww, what’s wrong, angel? Why do you look like you’re about to cry?” you hear that familiar faux concern from above you. “Which asshole do I need to beat up?”

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt 

Gritting your teeth in order to not snap or just outright demand that Geto makes you cum right here, right now. Instead, managing out an unsteady little, “Turn it down.”

“What was that, angel?”

“Turn it down, I swear to-”

You’re cut off by hot breath against your ear, Geto’s voice hoarse with desire as he mutters, “Then cum. Right here.”

And as if to prove his point, he deftly runs his fingers along the intensity control once more, rubbing maddening little circles along it. Edging your climax and your sanity like the sadistic bastard he was. 

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt 

And you could tell by the faint smirk curling his lips that he was taunting you - torturing you to just break or break him. Whichever comes first.

Thighs trembling, knees weak, you shiver as you finally reach the counter, Geto’s thumb now firmly set on Intensity setting 4 as he speaks casually with the cashier. How dare he talk about the weather when you were reaching a breaking point here? 

Tears prick at your eyes - both at the pure overstimulation and the frustration of not being able to fucking cum. No matter how much you wanted to. 

“Angel, you don’t look too well. Want to sit down?”

You clench your jaw, trying to maintain some level of composure as Geto pays for your items. Every second feels like an eternity, every nerve ending screaming for release. 

You muster a weak nod even as you can feel your thighs quivering, blood roaring in your ears - you refuse to let him win. At least this time.

“C’mon now, let’s get you home and rested.” By the time Geto steers you to the exit, you’re practically begging for relief. His arm hot around your waist, your vision blurring at the edges. You’ve only made one step outside when-

Intensity setting 5.

You cum with a strangled yelp. Nails digging into Geto’s forearm hard - part in surprise and part revenge for all of that. His strong arm being the only thing grounding you - and the only thing keeping you from collapsing to the fucking ground.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, and for a brief moment, all you can do is breathe, your eyes fluttering closed as your body shudders at the shockwaves of electricity. God, you almost think you see the pearly gates of heaven at the sheer intensity of your pleasure.

When you crack open your eyes again, you find Geto staring at you. Ah, an angel.

“Well, you should be thankful I went easy on you this time.”

Nevermind, it’s the devil incarnate.  Geto leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “Hope you’re not feeling too ‘under the weather’, angel. Because I’ve got a plan in mind and we’re going to be doing something much more fun than going to the doctor."

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Marked up and all his

Choso knew you were hot - it only bothered him that everyone else did too. 

Which is probably why you’ll often find him all but dragging you into the nearest bathroom at whatever party. Barely even locking the door before he’s got you pressed against the cold counter, leaking tip dragging teasingly along your swollen folds. 

“Choso, baby~” you whine softly from where his furiously flushed head was kissing your dripping cunt, barely audible over the loud thumping of the music from the other side of the door. “More, deeper.”

And, well, whatever his sweetheart wants - she will get. Because he immediately presses in, plunging inch by fucking inch into your sloppy heaven. Veins dragging so maddeningly across your walls as he bullies his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. 

“This what you want? To be split apart on my cock, sweetheart?” He groans into the crook of your neck, your sweet moans going straight to his aching cock. Tongue flattening along the skin, licking long, languid stripes up your neck, he nibbles lightly - all part of his plan.

“Hah- Hngh, yes baby. Jus’ like that.” Enveloping himself in your warmth, thrusting in small, mindless little motions of his hips. Not even wanting to get himself off - just wanting, needing to feel your pretty pussy around his cock. To prove to himself that you were his.

But it wasn’t enough.

Mouth still relentlessly marking and biting your skin, Choso guides your legs to wrap around his toned waist - a signal to pull, to use him to your heart’s content.

“Fuck, Choso- Fucking me s’good.” Your legs tighten around him, pulling him impossibly closer. It’s all Choso ever wants. 

One hand deftly snakes it’s way down to your throbbing clit, rolling his thumb along the sensitive bud in just the way he knows will make you squeal and buck your hips onto his cock for more more more-

And the other - ah, yes, he can’t forget why he’s here - neat fingernails digging deep into your skin. Leaving pretty crescents in their wake - just below where your tight lil’ party dress hiked up. To show all those losers on the dance floor who you belong to.

Dragging. Marking. 

His mouth leaves their place from your neck to whisper against your lips, darkened eyes boring into yours, “You’re mine, y’know that?” 

You can do nothing but nod breathlessly into the heady air, hips bucking wildly underneath him as he increases his pace. Keening deliriously at the bruising grip on your hips and the even harder one on your poor cunt.

“Mine. All mine.” he grits out, twitching balls smacking your ass, rock-hard cock dipping in and out in and out in and-

“Those losers can’t fuck you the way I do, sweetheart.”

And then you’re cumming. Jolts of electricity running down your spine - and your nails raking down Choso’s. Red-hot patterns in their wake - and that’s exactly what sends him over the edge. “Ah- Shit shit shit, yes mark me till m’bloody yes-”

And maybe you do, because his throbbing cock twitches deeply in your pussy. Thrusting once, twice before he pumps thick, hot ropes into your fluttering walls. Tight balls squeezing painfully as he cums with a loud groan of your name. 

Two arms kneading your ass - wrapping bruisingly around your waist - touching any and every inch of skin he could reach. Leaving pretty little marks for days.

You can feel such a sinful, sticky mixture of his slick and your cum trailing down your legs as he fucks you both through your highs. Pooling at the cold counter, stomach now uncomfortably hot, vision blurry - yet you still manage to make out the satisfied grin on Choso’s face. 

Pure pride shining in his eyes as he takes in your fucked-out state, marks blossoming along your skin as if you’d been thrown to the wolves. 

Ah, success.

But he’s barely had time to bask in his victory till you murmur out a quick “Hold on.” Pulling him firmly by the collar of his t-shirt. Lips firmly slotting over the sensitive skin peaking out. 

Choso’s breath hitches as you bite and tease the skin - a pathetic little imitation of the absolute wreck he’d havoced on your skin - not pulling away until you’re satisfied with the dark, red mark blossoming on his milky skin. 

“There. Perfect.” you flash an almost-innocent grin at him. And despite all that transpired in this heady bathroom, this is what makes his knees weaken so desperately. Oh, how he loved being yours.

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - The show-off

If the King of Curses owns something nice and pretty, then you can bet he’s going to show it off to everyone and anyone that crosses him. It doesn’t matter if it’s human trash or some lowly curse he’s just about to kill, all of them have the same last sight - you.

You, sat so prettily on the hulking king’s lap. All doe-eyed and batting your lashes so innocently at him as he wielded chaos on his throne. 

It made them almost want to save you from this monster, only to realize - if Sukuna was feeling particularly generous that day - that he was the last thing that you needed saving from. 

Because if by some miracle, Sukuna was feeling generous - and decided that those scum that bow beneath him should see something pretty before they die - then they see you. Legs spread so shamefully on his lap, large arms the width of your head keeping them open for your guests.

Sukuna trails his rough fingers dangerously down your robe - one that does absolutely nothing to hide your curves or the heaving of your chest. Thin fabric tearing easily under his sharp fingernails, exposing such tantalizing flashes of skin as whoever’s watching gulps heavily in both fear and anticipation. 

He doesn’t stop till your robe is all but hanging off you now, dripping cunt soaking the tattered fabric as you keen desperately into his touch. 

“Shhh, my lil’ slut.” he murmurs, low and gravelly into your ear, hot breath sending jolts of electricity coursing through your veins. “Wouldn’t want to be rude in front of our guests, hm?”

Whoever’s bowing before you two don’t know what makes shivers run down their spine more - Sukuna’s dangerous words or the way you whine desperately. “But Sukuna~” grinding onto his very obvious erection as you do, “Wan’ you so badly, haven’t been filled by you today.”

Shit, scratch that. The scariest thing here was the deep chuckle that echoes across the throne room - the King of Curses laughing. Laughing. 

They watch in horror - unable to rip their eyes away - as he snakes down two large fingers to your dripping cunt, spreading open your swollen folds. Absolutely delighting in the way you flutter around nothing - his lil’ slut, so desperate for him. 

You buck readily into his hold as Sukuna bullies two large fingers into your snug cunt. Ready walls clenching down so sinfully at finally getting some of the friction you’d been aching for all day.

“Ohh, yes. Sukuna, finally. Wanted you in me s’bad.” you squeal as he curls his fingers deftly inside you, expertly grazing that familiar spot he knew would have you falling apart in a matter of a few seconds. 

“So spoiled.” Sukuna hums, a sly grin curling his lips - and the scum bowing before him completely forgotten - as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of your sloppy hole. Thrusting in rough, jerky little movements that no matter how filthy and unrefined they seem - hold a dangerous, calculated intent as he hits that spot over and over.

The ones before you find their cocks hardening traitorously at your breathy whines and the lewd squelching sounds. Torn between training their eyes on the ground and greedily watching your thighs quiver on the monster’s lap, cunt dripping so obscenely onto his robe. 

“Look at her.” a sharp order jolts them out of their reverie. Sukuna didn’t have to ask, he knew you were a heavenly vision in his little hell. Yet, he continues anyway, amusement spiking at the way they can do nothing but gape at what they can never have “Look. So desperate f’me. Should I make her cum?”

“Nooo, Sukuna don’ be mean~” you whine half-deliriously at the silence that follows. Voice strangled at the merciless pace Sukuna had on your cunt, rolling your swollen clit on his fingers, dipping in and out in and out in and-

Sukuna chuckles darkly in your ear, over the protests of the trash at his feet, “Seems like they don’t want you to cum.” He increases his pace ruthlessly, over and over. Hitting that spot with reckless abandon, delighting in the way you writhe and convulse on his lap. “But s’alright, I’ll be the one to make you cum. Your king, hm?”

And make you cum he does. Adding three fingers into your tight cunt now, thrusting in and out at a pace that has you bowing into his hulking body. Over and over. Hurried. Hasty. Almost torturous for those watching.

“Ah! Yes yes yes, Sukuna~ M’gonna-” you can barely finish the sentence before you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, broken moans of Sukuna’s name leaving your swollen lips. He doesn’t stop - not when your orgasm is mere tingles, your voice too raw to even let out fucked-out moans. Not even when you’re quivering and fidgeting on his laps.  Not even when he leans down to mutter in your ear, voice husky with pure need, “Now, how should I kill these fuckers off?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Just a lil’ taste

The great Gojo Satoru loves all things sweet, and that includes you. Not just you, but your pretty lips, your sweet cunt, and the sweetest - something else he’d never admit to anyone but you - the taste of him in you.

And right now - bullying his throbbing cock into your snug cunt, his heavy balls smacking your ass over and over as he rams into you hard, fast - Gojo knows there’s something for him to look forward to. 

The bed creaks in protest as he chases the heavenly feeling of your tight pussy around him, mixing with the filthy moans leaving your mouth.

He was probably going to get another noise complaint - good, let them nosy fuckers know how good he makes you feel.

“Ah! Hah- hngh, Toru filling me up s’good.” you mewl and buck your hips underneath him for more more more- wanting, needing the feeling of him stretching you so deliciously. His glistening veins dragging along that one spot so deliciously, pulsing against your tight walls at an urgent, incessant rhythm. 

“Oh yeah?” he grunts. Cock pushing into you deeper and deeper, cervix kissing your tip so painfully good. “Like this? Like it when I fuck you like this? Can’t get enough of it, hm?”

Because of course, Gojo Satoru can’t stop running his mouth even when he’s fucking you relentlessly. Even when his thrusts grow frenzied, sloppy with desire. And especially not when you’re creaming on his achingly hard cock.

God, you’re so fucking perfect he can’t help but lose himself in the heat of the moment as well. 

Body arching off the bed, you see stars behind your eyes as Gojo cums in thick, hot spurts inside your fluttering walls. “Shit, oh Toru, s’full inside me hah-”

You think you probably cum harder just at the sight before you. 

Gojo’s head thrown back, blue eyes prettily rolling to the back of his head as he bites his lips in concentration - desperately trying to fight off that feral, animalistic part of himself that just wants to fuck his cum deeper and deeper inside your dripping cunt. Wrestling that urge to breed you full to the back of his mind. 

No, because he’s got bigger things in mind. 

Bigger things that include urgently dropping to his knees as soon as your breathless moans bate. He wrestles your hips on the mattress, grip bruising on your waist as he pulls your pretty cunt closer. All wet and painted white with his cum, dripping so obscenely onto the fresh sheets below.

Mouth dropping into a soft oh! at the sinful sight before him, Gojo doesn’t waste a second before surging forward. 

Nose-deep in your pussy, he doesn’t stop till he’s nose-deep and breathing you in so obscenely. Tongue bullying its way in between your swollen folds, dipping into your sloppy entrance in and out in and out in and out-

He groans into your cunt as he tastes himself. Tastes you. 

Sweet. 

The absolutely filthy mixture of his cum and your slick sliding down his tongue as he laps up your juices with the desperation of a madman. God, it makes the blood rush straight to his dick at the way your mouth drops open in disbelief - he never does get used to it.

Messy. It was so fucking messy. 

“Mmm, s’sweet on my tongue, baby.” he slurs, drunk off the absolutely intoxicating taste of your sin. “Fuck- Can’t get enough of it. Shit.” 

You flinch as he swears into your throbbing cunt. Seeing flashes of white behind your eyes each time he flicks his tongue just right to graze over all your most sensitive spots. You could almost cry from the overstimulation - walls fluttering sensitively around his relentless tongue.

And you probably do really cry when Gojo moves up your dripping pussy, sucking on your swollen clit. Rolling his tongue over and over at the same maddening pace of the tears down your cheeks. 

Absentmindedly, you wonder whether he’s done with his little feast - and moving on to torture you full time now.

Gojo huffs out a laugh into your cunt, popping off your abused clit with a lewd pop! Hands snaking down to grab his rock-hard base. Pulling in short, desperate little tugs to get himself ready for what was to come. “Yeah, m’done, baby.” he chuckles darkly. Shit, did you say that out loud? 

But you have no time to wonder too long about that, instead stuck on that dangerous little glint in his eyes as he stands from his position nose-deep in your cunt. Swiping his tongue across his lips, savoring every last drop of you. 

Dazed, your eyes drift from his slick-glossed mouth down, down, down to-

Oh.

“Don’t worry, baby. M’gonna be feasting again real soon.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

[thalwri]

STUFF ME!

synopsis: your mission to collect intel on an auction seems to be going well until sylus catches an unexpected jealous streak.

warnings: porn no plot, couch sex, creampie, super loud possessive sex

wc: 1,2k

sylus was not a jealous man. he wasn’t.

he knew himself as a well assured person without much that could deter him. he knew you were capable of handling yourself well in any situation and that you were loyal to him just as he was to you.

but for some reason he couldn’t figure out why he felt a small agitating tick in his neck when he watched your flirt with an auctioneer to gather information for him. the way you smiled at him, the fact that his grimy hands touched you on your arm, his mere presence within your vicinity– it was maddening.

and that was why– just a floor above the auction hall in your hotel suite– he was balls deep inside you.

you hadn’t even managed to reach the bedroom before your clothes slipped off, your lips were attached to each other, and your hands wandered all over to places only you two had the privilege of touching.

your nails were deep enough to make sylus’ back bleed for how hard he was ploughing into you. his face was buried in your pretty breasts, swollen with arousal and slick from his tongue sucking harsh love bites onto you, bounced with each slap of your hips snapping together.

“sy– wait–“ you hiccuped but your pleas fell to deaf ears. you were overstimulated, overwhelmed and yet so hungry for more.

that relentless goal to drill his cock into you and stuff you until you were only capable of saying his name drove you insane. you didn’t think he’d get this jealous. you didn’t even know it was possible.

“i didn’t like– ah– how he was looking at you.” halfway through the route to painting you with his cum for the second time, sylus’s jealousy had long faded. now he was just relishing in enjoying you– enjoying the process of bringing you to exhaustion just from pleasuring you.

he gave your lips a long sloppy kiss, imagining torturing your clit with his tongue and feeling your walls tighten around his fingers. he knew how much you loved it, and he loved seeing you squirm. your tongues swirled and bumped, leaving you both so wet and hot.

“wanted– fuck, sy– wanted you to–“ you were babbling at that point reaching orgasm number three, all while feeling empty because he decided to punish you by cumming on you instead of deep inside knowing how much you loved it. he was being so, so cruel. leaving you so soaked with your only way of leaking on him is with your own slick and the ring of cream decorating his thick cock.

your back arched just as he bullied his tip consistently at that deliciously vicious pace right on your sweet, sensitive spot. and yet, it felt so tender at the same time. his lips peppered your skin like butterflies tickling your skin, his thumbs massaged your hips while his grip tightened in the gradual slip to lose control. 

“so warm,” his hips pounded into yours at your favourite angle to the point where his heavy sacks were slapping your skin, making that familiar wet plap! plap! plap! noise with the squelches of your soaked pussy being rammed into. “you looked so good tonight, sweetie.”

you couldn’t do anything other than moan out, clawing your nails on his back, fruitlessly sucking on the muscle of his shoulder to not be so loud. the walls weren’t that thick and if room service came by to deliver the meals you had preordered earlier that night, they’d hear the most obscene sounds imaginable. 

the most lewd cries and babbling rambles escaping your pretty lips.

“gonna– gonna cu– god, please sy!” you whined as your walls clenched around his cock for the nth time that night. if your teeth weren’t clamped onto his shoulder you wouldn’t have seen him almost vibrate from the feeling of your pussy almost sucking the cum right out of him. 

“don’t worry– f-fuck–“ he moaned, slowly drawing back to plough his cock back into your weeping cunny. now he was just being mean. his eyes were slowly rolling back as he neared his edge. “ ‘m close too.”

it was just too good to pull out, too good to torture you more and more when he could sink deep in you nice and snug and decorate your walls like a fucking picasso. he just knew that image would beat any form of art. and that was just a loud reminder of how he was completely at your mercy. everything you wanted, he would give.

if his eyes could form heart shapes, he’d be the most love drunk, pussy drunk sucker that would do anything and everything for you. he wanted to spend hours tending to your needs and desires and satiating your insatiable greed for him.

his hand reached down to your aching clit to mercilessly rub circles and pinch at it like his favourite toy. a whimper slipped through your lips from the friction of your wetness between your clit and his fingers. if his relentless pounding wasn’t enough to tip you over the edge you were sure the stimulation to your raw bud would make you pass out.

your babbles turned into complete incomprehensible nonsense mixed with your lewd, slutty moans sounding like a symphony to sylus, just enough to give you one final thrust to bring you to an intense, explosive climax.

a hoarse cry ripped from your throat as your head threw back from the sheer pleasuring force, driving you into a pleasure-fuelled craze. not seconds after, thick hot cum spurted into you like a current washing into a shore.

your fluttering cunny took his seed squeezing around his cock to milk all of it out of him until he shot countless blanks. sylus continued to pound his cum deep into you, fucking you both through your orgasms.

felt so fucking good– so disrespectfully raw and nasty that you felt your stomach tighten and your hips buck against his, squelching the excess cum all over the couch. 

as the thrill began to ebb away, your breathless pants evened out. you moved your hands to stroke sylus’ back in bliss, kissing all the areas you brutally marked and bit him. sylus gently returned the gesture with his massages around your hips, cock still hard, twitching and throbbing, leaking his cum into you.

“i got intel,” you murmured. he groaned into your neck, and indication for you to say more. “the auction’s a dud. the weapons are all rip offs.”

a deep chuckle rumbled into your skin. “knew it.” his grip on your hips tightened as he readjusted his position on the couch to throw your legs onto you before trapping you beneath him with his cock twitching with fervent desire.

“good job, sweetie,” he pecked your lips with satisfaction then kissed you again, swiping your swollen lips with his tongue. “i think i’ll take care of getting intel from now on.”

it was safe to say you weren’t going to go back to that auction. or leave the suite until you were stuffed to the brim.

a/n: lemme feed you guys some good straight up smut

[fairy-angel222]

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃? 𝐈’𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒, 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹

prisoner! sukuna x psychologist! reader

✧ synopsis: you’ve been assigned to the supposed most ‘dangerous’ prisoner, sukuna. but what happens when you two start to fall for each other instead?

✧ cw: smut, quick paced, semi public sex, risky sex, choking, kissing, pussy eating, blow jobs, breeding, creampie, fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk, age gap

✧ wc: 4.7k

✧ a/n: i am not a doctor and i am especially not specialized in psychology. i have made up all of this. also don’t sleep with murderers unless it’s sukuna

Your heels clicked loudly on the stained prison tiles. The echo of your soft footsteps trailing along the narrow walls of the enclosed hallway.

Sukuna.

That was the prisoner you were assigned to. A man who had killed more people than you’d met in your entire life as a doctor, a psychologist at that. So you’d met a lot of people.

Two guards trailed closely behind you, glaring warningly at the inmates who smirked as you walked past the line of cells. A collection of whistles and cheers sounding at the mere sight of a woman as attractive as yourself.

How long had it been since they’d seen one after all.

“Hey Doc… you sure you wanna take this case.. i mean, i don’t doubt ya or anything but this one.. he’s bad. Dangerous.”

“Now what kind of doctor would i be if i feared a little danger. He’s still a patient.” You smiled, ignoring the way your hairs stood as you were led deeper into the institution. The part where they held those deemed a danger to society.

Those who had a no chance of even seeing sunlight again.

You were nervous, your heart thumping loudly in your chest when you scanned your surroundings. There weren’t any cells. There were only.. rooms. Fully enclosed rooms with a singular window for passing food.

Every part of your being begged for you to turn around and run. To not even interact with whoever sat on the other side of that door. And you froze when bright red eyes pierced into yours. The rest of his face casted behind a dark shadow as his head tilted back. Giving you sight to the small smirk creeping onto his features.

“Doc, i really think that-” It was the other guard who spoke up. Both of them holding nothing on their features but fear. It was clear that they never even bothered with Sukuna. The rumors had been enough to make every guard turn a blind eye.

“Hey, it’s fine. Okay? This is what i do.” It really was. The guard gave you a curt nod and a sigh when you clasped both his hands in your smaller one. Offering him a reassuring nod.

“If anything happens, us and about five others are stationed close. Good luck Doc.”

You gave him a small thanks, your head held high as the door was pulled open roughly. Revealing a pink haired man who sat on his bed against the walls, his eyebrow raising when you dared to step inside. Nodding to the guard to close the door.

You might as well have been a dead woman.

“You’re scared.” His deep voice rung out, keeping his eyes on you as you pulled out a small chair that was tucked away near the sink.

“And how do you know, Sukuna?” Your tone was steady, letting out a breath when the shakiness you felt wasn’t reflected in your voice.

Sukuna hummed, his smirk widening when you spoke to him like a normal being. To stuttering, no harshness. Just your sweet voice saying his name. “I can smell it, Doc.” He loved the way you tried to hide your squirm under his gaze.

“So, Sukuna. Tell me something about yourself.” You steered away from his accusation, holding eye contact even when he leaned forward. Taking you in from head to toe. You were hot, he liked that. You seemed to like being confident too. And God did you smell fucking delicious.

He wanted to eat you alive.

Break you.

Use you.

He really did. But you were so fascinating, and he’d only just met you. Who knew how entertaining you could be.

“I’ve killed people.” He was blunt, eyes almost begging you to keep asking these ridiculous questions. It was making his cock twitch.

“Well Sukuna, that is common knowledge, don’t ya think? I wanna know something else.. tell me a secret hmm?” You leaned forward with a smile, elbows rested on your knees as you looked to him for a response.

He reciprocated your actions, leaning forward until you felt his hot breath fan over your face. “A secret huh? Alright Doc..” he watched as your breathing sped up, using every strength in your body to not pull back. You were brave, he liked that. “I surprisingly don’t wanna kill you right now.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“I said right now, didn’t say anything about later.” He pushed away from you, one of his knees up to his chest when he leaned back against the concrete wall behind him. “Let me ask you, Doctor. Are you stupid?”

Your head tilted at where this was going. You were supposed to be the one asking the questions. But a conversation was two sided, this would’ve made things easier. “I’d like to believe not. Why do you ask?”

“Because you really think that if i try to kill you, some measly guards would come to your rescue.” He scoffed.

“But you don’t want to kill me. That’s all that matters.”

Fair.

Sukuna watched as you took a quick peek down at his files. There was something that you missed, that much was evident. “Finally found it huh?”

“I haven’t found anything that i didn’t see before.” You objected, glancing to the door with your lip hanging loosely between your teeth.

“Don’t. Don’t do that.” He demanded lowly, watching with lidded eyes as you let your plump bottom lip, slick after running your tongue over it, fall back into place. Sukuna breathed deeply, finally looking away from you as he swallowed hard. Closing his eyes with his head rested behind him.

There was something about you that he wanted a taste of. It was driving him crazy..er, “I never did anything to these other doctors. They were just weak. Got scared way too fast.”

“And what did you do to scare them away?”

“Nothing.” He spat, “They came in here acting all high and mighty, talked to me like i was beneath them. So i simply didn’t bother to hide how much i wanted to strangle them. And somehow that makes me the bad guy right Doc?”

You shook your head, “No, you have a right to respect too. They should never have treated you as unequals.” Lying was all in the job description.

“Good try Doc. But you and i both know that’s a load of crap.” He finally peeled his eyes back open, and you couldn’t help your mind from wandering to how attractive he was in the dim light. He was extremely built, and had the facial structure that made you clench your thighs. “Now, we gonna finish our game of twenty one questions or not?”

He was actually being cooperative.

“Yes we are. How about i start?”

“I’ll start.” There was no room for objection in his tone. “What’s your name?”

You contemplated whether to tell him or not, eventually letting it out with ease. Though you missed the small smile tugging at his lips when he muttered a small “cute.”

“My turn, what was your childhood like?” You watched his face grow cold, a small glare being directed at anything in the room but you. “Next question.”

“Sukuna..”

“I said next question. How old are you?”

You sighed, “I’m twenty eight.” His eyes widened, that was extremely young for a doctor. “Is there one good memory you have from before you killed for the first time?”

“I had twin kittens. Do you have a boyfriend?”

You were taken aback by the question, mouth opening and closing a few times before you chuckled. “No. I do not have a boyfriend.”

“Good.”

You jumped when the door was yanked open, the guard eyeing Sukuna warily before nodded to you. “Your time’s up, Doc.”

“Oh, already? Could we get just a few more minutes?”

“You know how dangerous he is Doc.. we can’t risk it.”

“You heard the man. I’m dangerous, Doctor.”

You nibbled at your lips softly, and Sukuna fought a groan as you did exactly what he warned you not to. Standing up, you gave Sukuna a warm smile, the gesture making his stomach get all weird inside. “Goodbye until our next session Sukuna.”

He only hummed, the door being shut behind you as you were led away.

It was back to darkness.

There was more than enough light, sure. But it suddenly felt so empty without you there.

—

You couldn’t keep Sukuna off your mind when you arrived home. A part of you just really wanted to figure him out. The other actually liked his company.

You must’ve been so sick in the head. Splashing your face with cold water as you mentally scolded yourself. What was wrong with you? He was a criminal.

—

The next morning you walked the path that you had taken the previous day to get to Sukuna. This time without the guards following you.

There was only one who stood outside of the door to let you in with a small nod of acknowledgement.

Sukuna’s head perked up at the familiar clicking of those heels you wore. His signature smirk on his face as he stared you down. “Just couldn’t get enough huh Doc? Aren’t you forgetting that i’m dangerous?”

You took a seat, no file in had this time. “Good morning Sukuna, how are you?”

“If i said better now that you’re here, would that be cliché?”

You laughed, an actual laugh. A sweet one that made his heart flutter the tiniest bit while blood rushed to his groin.

“It’s very good to see you too. How about we get started yeah?” You paused as you collected your thoughts. “You seem to be heavily affected by people calling you.. dangerous. Why?”

“Everybody is dangerous. It just takes pushing at the right buttons to get it out of them. Half of the people here have done just as bad as i have yet i’m the only dangerous one. Makes so much sense right?.”

He shook his head. “Tell me Doctor, do you really think i just happened to get caught? That i couldn’t get out of this damn place if i wanted too? Hell, tell me you realize that i could drop a good twenty more bodies right here, right now.”

You shifted in your seat. “I think that you let yourself get caught because you’re tired. Because there’s a small sense of peace you get from being in here. And i think that you aren’t trying to leave because you don’t want to.”

“You almost had it Doc. See, i was well on my way out until you came. So i might stick around for just a little bit longer.”

Your heart fluttered, for you? Giving up on fighting the rational side of you as you continued to engage in conversation. Getting Sukuna to slowly open up to you more.

“Do you have any friends Sukuna?”

“I don’t consider people friends. They just exist alongside me.”

“If I asked you to be your friend, what would you say?” It was routine, but you really were curious.

“I’d say you came be whatever you want to be Doc.”

Another flutter.

“Have you ever been in love Sukuna?”

He was silent, jaw clenching as his gaze got harsh. “Next question.”

“What was she like?”

“I said next fucking question Doctor.”

“And i said, what was she like?” You leaned forward, pressing for him to answer the question.

“You’re stubborn aren’t you? I wonder what my hand would loom like around that pretty little neck.” He grinned, sharp teeth peeling from beneath his lips as he brought his face to yours. “She was a lot like you.”

“What happened to her?” You knew how touchy that question would’ve been.

“Nothing. The bitch left.”

Oh.

“I’m sorry.”

He stared at you in confusion, “I never said she died.”

“Yes. But that’s only physically. When she broke your heart she died to you. And that hurts just as bad.”

He was silent, studying your eyes. Trying to get a read on you. “What else do you want to know Doc?”

You were getting somewhere.

Sukuna found you smart. Thought that you knew a lot. Found it hot how good you were at cracking him. But it pissed him off that the one thing you didn’t seem to pick up was how much it hurt to watch you leave at the end of each session.

—

A week later had led to a Monday morning where you hadn’t gone to the prison. You had quite an agenda for the day that could cost you your job if you didn’t get it done.

That was something Sukuna was obviously clueless about. It was why he thought you’d just decided to up and go after he had just started liking to have you around. After he’d started opening up to you.

It was also why he was causing a fit. Yelling at guards to get you to him now. That he wanted to see you. Needed to see you. A line of men laying knocked out atop each other from being sent to ‘handle’ the crazed prisoner.

Would you really not come back? Would you really abandon him? It seemed like that was common with the people he cared even the slightest for.

Sukuna’s fist met the wall near his bed, knuckles bloodied as he cracked into the hard surface. Chest heaving up and down heavily when his hands reached to tug at strands of pink.

He blinked when he heard the clicking of heels on the tiles. Immediately scowling at the unfamiliarity of them. “Who the fuck is this?” He growled through the small window.

“This is Dr Smith, she’s-”

“I don’t fucking care who she is. Bring me my doctor. Now.”

—

Back at your flat, you dropped the piles of paper in front of you at the sound of your phone ringing.

It was a number you didn’t have saved.

“Hello, Doctor ___ speaking- yes? Oh my. I- i am so sorry. Yes, i will be there right away.”

What had you done?

You practically ran through the halls after parking outside the building. Finding many guards posted outside his door with guns in hand. Some of them spotting very black and blue eyes.

“You can all go now.” You panted, it was clear that you had been in a hurry. “Please.”

They all shared a look, finally walking away and allowing you to slowly open the door.

“Where were you?”

“I’m really sorry Sukuna. I was so busy today and-” you gasped when a hand reached out to wrap around your neck. Slamming you into the wall behind you with his face buried in your neck.

Sukuna inhaled your floral scent, groaning to himself as his grip on your delicate skin tightened. “So you just left me here today? Am i not as important as your other little patients? Is that it hmm?”

Deep down, you had hurt his feelings. And he couldn’t help the way he clung to you as your hand lifted to his cheek. Turning his face to look down at yours.

“N-no i promise you. You’re just as important as anyone else. I would have never missed our session if i didn’t have to.”

“Make it up to me.”

It was the perfect opportunity.

“W-what?”

“Strip for me Doctor.” He let go of your neck, letting you catch your breath while looking up at him timidly.

“Sukuna..”

“Why so shy now doctor? We both know you want to.”

You shook your head, shrinking under his gaze with a protesting whisper. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Sukuna. This is very unprofession— ahh.”

Sukuna brought his knee up between your thighs, pressing it into your clothed clit. His lips ghosted over your ear, hot breath fanning your skin as he breathed deeply. “You can always leave if you want to. I’m used to that after all.”

You shifted on your feet when your back arched. A small whine leaving your mouth when he pulled away from you and gestured to the door.

He smirked, “Blouse first.”

You bit your lip, unbuttoning your shirt until your bra was on display. The heavy swell of your breasts causing Sukuna’s mouth to water when he nodded to the bra.

With your eyes still on his you let your breasts spring out of their confinement. Two pert nipples pointing right at him as his dick rose. His hand palming himself under the pair of black pants with a shiver. “C’mere.”

You walked over to him on shaky legs. Sitting down on his lap with your head to the floor. “Uh uh,” His hand reached under the your chin to force your eyes back on his. “None of that Doc.”

You moaned when his tongue swirled around one of your nipples. Sucking your breast into his mouth while he palmed at the other. “These are even more perfect outside that tight fucking shit of yours.”

Sukuna watched as you shivered when he ran his finger down your belly. Cupping your clothed cunt with the jerk of his hips into your ass. “Fuck.. take that off.”

You hurriedly peeled off your pants, Sukuna’s pupils dilating at the sight of your lace panties. “Wore this just f’me hmm Doc? All this for Mr Dangerous.” He groaned out.

Sukuan didn’t give you a chance to respond before flipping you onto the hard mattress they called a bed. Lifting your heel clad feet onto his shoulders with his head hovering over your pussy. His tongue darting out to lick at the wet spot building from your arousal. “You’re real dirty f’ a doctor.” He teased, glancing behind him with a chuckle. “Imagine if you got caught.”

Your eyes shot up to the small window, taking note of the vacant corridor as per your request.

“God, you smell so fucking good. Wanna devour that pretty pussy.” He breathed, large hand ripping the flimsy fabric to expose your glistening folds. “Hmm, this wet all for me.”

You mewled when his long tongue licked a stripe up your slit. Swirling around your clit before sloppily dipping into your hole. His hums sending vibrations through your clit as he lapped at your dripping slick.

“Sukuna—” you mewled, back arching as you reached for his hair. Tugging softly with the curl of your toes when his tongue and fingers swapped places. The two joints fucking up roughly into your g spot as he sucked noisily at your clit. “F-fuckk, nngh— so good.” You cried out, tears welling in the corner of your eyes as your body filled with pleasure.

“Yeah? You like that Doc? Bet you wanna get that greedy cunt stuffed right after.” He grunted, your eyes rolling back in a string of muffled moans as your other hand shot up to your lips.

Your legs began to tremble, Sukuna’s smirk growing wider and wider until he stopped his movements. Watching as you blinked down at him with a sniffled whine.

“You left me. You know how much that fucking hurt? I thought i would never see you again.”

“I’m-”

“You’re sorry. Yeah, yeah.. i know.” He rolled his eyes, crawling over your body with a sigh. Using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a stray tear before pressing his lips to yours. Making you taste yourself on his tongue.

You fell deeper into the kiss, eyes closing in satisfaction as his lips moves hungrily on yours. Pulling away with a string of salvia connected you to him.

“Let’s reverse the roles yeah?” He whispered, standing up to sit in the chair that you usually sat in. “So, my adorable little patient.. put these tiny fingers to work on that clit of yours. I want you to make yourself cum.”

You whimpered, your fingers immediately meeting your sensitive clit with a shiver.

“You know what to do.” He encouraged. Your fingers beginning to rub small circles on the small bud before speeding up. Little gasps and moans falling past your lips as your stomach burned with heat.

Your eyes locking onto Sukuna’s red ones as his head tilted. Just like it had the first day you met him. “Ahh, K-kuna. Fuckk.” You cried, head falling back with your eyes still on his. The primal look in his eyes making your insides flutter as he did nothing but watch you. Not even freeing his painfully hard cock.

“Sukuna— c-can’t. Can’t hold it.” Your voice cracked, body shaking lightly as your orgasm washed over you.

“Yes you can.”

“Nngh, can’t Kuna. Need to let go.”

He stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity, your breathing getting heavy as you desperately waited on his permission.

He leaned his head back, eyes boring into your fingers working your wet cunt before nodding. “Go ahead.”

You came with a silent moan, body spasming uncontrollably as your pussy leaked onto his only pair of sheets.

“Dirty, dirty girl. Look at that mess.” You shied away feom his gaze. “And look at how hard you made me. Come fix it.”

You stood on wobbly feet, barely able to balance in your heels as you fell to your knees before him. Looking up at him through your lashes while pulling down his pants.

You blinked at the mere size of his bulge. He was huge. Tugging off his underwear to reveal his thick, veiny length. Pointing up to the sky with a fiery red tip. “Suck.”

You took him past your lips, barely able to take even half of him before he hit the back of your throat. Your fist stroking all the parts of him you couldn’t take.

Sukuna groaned, head flinging back with another strained one at how good your mouth felt. “S-shit doc. You really got a mouth on ya.” He gasped, eyes meeting yours as you attempted to take him down your throat. Your drool coating both your lips and his cock as you lewdly sucked him off.

He took your head into his hold, letting you do your own thing as he grunted with each jerk of his hips. Defined abs tensing when he grew closer to his release.

“Fuck Doc, gon’ shoot my cum down that tight throat of yours.” He breathed. Holding you down onto him as you gagged and sputtered lightly, Sukuna’s cock twitching before you felt the warm liquid run down your throat.

“Wish i could fuck that pussy so bad.” He let go of your head, wiping a drop of his cum from your chin before pushing his finger past your lips. Watching as you sighed in content while sucking every last drop. “It’s too bad that in about one minute those guards are gonna come get you Doc. Our session is over.”

You had no time to question how he knew. Scurrying to redress with widened eyes.

Sukuna may not have had a clock. Nor was he able to distinctly see the sun rise and set. But he’d learned to count the seconds when you were around. He knew how much time he had with you.

“And… now.”

At that very moment the door swung open. Sukuna having easily pulled back up his pants after giving you your seat back. Both of you looking as professional as you possibly could.

“See you tomorrow Doc.” He smiled innocently, watching as you scrambled out while avoiding his eyes.

You really fucked up now.

It was hard to keep him out of your mind before. But now, trying was futile. You’d gotten a taste and you needed more. Which was why your brain would not let you close your eyes without thinking of him fucking you.

—

The next morning you bit back a whimper as your clit was caught between your rubbing thighs. You had worn a tight pencil skirt with no panties. Just for Sukuna.

You were thankful that the guards had complied to your wishes of them leaving.

You wanted to stop yourself. To go back home and forget about the red eyed prisoner. He may not have been dangerous to you physically. But to your heart and mind.. he’d be the death of you.

When the door closed behind you, you found yourself bring pushed roughly into the same wall as last time. Sukuna letting out an animalistic groan as he captured your lips on his. Kissing you so much more feverishly than yesterday.

“You don’t know how much i need you. Didn’t even sleep last night.” He panted, turning you around so that your chest rested against the concrete surface. “Missed you so much Doc.” His voice softened, kissing down your neck while grinding up into you. His fingers finding their way under your skirt with a smirk against your skin. “And i thought you couldn’t get any dirtier.. no panties huh?”

You moaned when he prodded at your already dripping cunt. The thought of him being enough to have gotten you soaked. “Shit- tell me what you want Doc. Let me hear you say it.” He growled lowly, ready to snap the second the words left your mouth.

“Please— please fuck me.”

Sukuna hungrily shoved your skirt up. The fabric bunching at your hips as he freed his aching cock. Both of you letting out a noise of satisfaction when he sunk into you, his large hands holding tightly onto your hips to pull you into him. Your back arching as your hands shot out to the wall for support.

“O-ohh God.” You cried loudly, your lips parted in shaky moans as Sukuna’s cock rammed deep near the entrance of your cervix. His veins grazing at your g spot as the fat girth stretched you to your limit.

“Nah baby, ‘s only me.”

“Kunaa— so goood- ahhh.” Tears pooled in your eyes, Sukuna’s hand reaching into your hair to pull you back into his chest. Your nails clawing at the wall in front of you as he destroyed yours.

“Taking me so fucking well. Shit- pussy’s so damn snug.” He husked, hips snapping noisily into yours as he fucked into your walls mercilessly. Basking in the sounds of your choked screams and mewls. The way you sobbed underneath him when your knees buckled.

He was fucking you so hard and deep. Better than anything you’d felt before. His cock slamming into all the places that would drive you crazy.

“The day you fucking leave me i will break outta here Doc. And i will find you. You’re mine got it?” There was a certain seriousness in his voice that made goosebumps arise on your skin. Your salty tears mixing with your drool as they ran down your flushed face.

“And when i do get outta here you’re gonna have my baby Doc. ‘M gonna fuck you again and again till’ i eventually give you my fuck—ing kid.” His breathing became ragged, your body rocking forward with each of his movements.

He smirked. “I’ve fucked ya this dumb already?” His cock twitching inside you as your body moved with his cock like a fleshlight. Your vision blurred as your head grew light, dizzy. You couldn’t think, every roll of Sukuna’s hips clouding your mind as you let an incoherent babble drip off your tongue. Shakily chanting his name when he reached forward to pinch at your clit.

“Look at you. Look so pretty underneath me like this.” His free hand snaked up to your neck, groaning loudly at the feeling of your heart beat on his skin. Pulling you up so your back rested flat against his broad chest, wandering lips meeting your exposed collarbone. “Let go f’me.”

Your body quivered as you tightened around him. Letting out a whimper-like cry as you came messily on his cock. A breathy moan of his own sounding in your ear when his thrusts began to get sloppy.

“Kunaaa.. inside. Want you inside. ‘M on the pill.” You begged, legs giving way as he held you flush against him.

“Whatever you want, Doc.” Slowly coming to a halt as he buried himself inside your warmth, tongue darting out to lick at your tear stained cheeks. Feeling his cock swell as he pumped you full of his cum. Painted your gummy walls in nothing but white

“Looks like i’m sending you back with my cum dripping down your thighs.” He pulled out with a grin. His cum leaking out of your fluttering cunt in small spurts when he used his hands to knead at the flesh of your ass. “Hottest thing i’ve seen in a while.. after you of course.”

You hummed, eyes shutting as you fell into him. Feeling the thick substance slowly dripping down your legs while spreading over your sticky folds. Sukuna stumbled back onto his bed with you on top of him. Your face nestling into his chest with a soft smile. “Hey Doc.. i love ya but those guards are gon’ be back soon.”

‘So worth it.’ Was the one thought branding itself into your mind as your body registered the rough, lust filled fuck.

“Shit.”

—

You and Sukuna had gotten so much closer over yet another week. You had never believed in falling in love that quickly until now. You couldn’t help it. You felt so much better when he was around. Seeing him was the highlight of your day- especially now that you’d convinced for longer sessions.

He felt the same way. You were the second person he had fallen in love with and somehow even harder. You made his heart.. swell. And he was serious about busting out to start a life with you.

“So, your first love. We never finished talking about her.” You smirked, notepad back in hand as you did your job. Sukuna having been stealing small kisses from you between every question.

“How about we forget about my first love and focus on my current one. You.”

[kurooh]

I’MA MAKE U SCREAM ★ S. GOJO & S. GETO

⊹₊˚. a series of unrelenting, mysterious phone calls late at night leads to you being sandwiched between two hot ghostface slashers who’ve got you fucking for your life.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, ghostface! gojo & geto, threesome, knife play, landline phones, mentions of death, oral (f receiving), double penetration, anal/fingering, tongue piercings, pussy slapping, biting. 5.2K words whew (pls read anyway 🧎‍♀️)

xoxo, juno. happy halloween!! thank you to my dearest wolfy anon for beta reading <33 comment & rb if you enjoyed!!! 🎃

“hello?”

“why don’t you wanna talk with me?”

“who is this?” you roll your eyes, unimpressed by the cheery voice coming through the phone. “it’s like eleven at night, what do you want?”

“ya tell me your name, and i’ll tell ya mine,” that voice lilts into a teasing tone, words dripping with persuasive sweetness.

“nah, i’m heading to bed. nice talk.”

“aw, bedtime already? you’re not even gonna watch a movie before you sleep?” the question has your brows furrowing in aggravation, but you sigh, choosing to answer anyway.

“i didn’t have anything in mind,” the caller lets out a laugh, straight into your ear. “what, you’ve got a suggestion?”

“do you like scary movies?” and you can hear the smile in the caller’s voice; he’s amused, probably laughing with his friends over the prank call in the moments of muffled silence.

“i suppose so.”

“don’t you have a favorite? why not watch it?”

“well, i won’t be able to sleep,” you reply simply, twirling the phone cord between your fingers. “but the longer we talk, the more sleep i lose out on. so, have a good night!”

“wait!” the caller snaps, demanding as ever. the sudden outburst sends chills straight down your spine. “don’t hang up on me.”

“and why shouldn’t i?” the blatant defiance has the caller letting out a laugh that sounds rather menacing . . he clears his throat, seemingly returning to his more even tempered tone.

“we’re not done talking,” he says simply, sounding a little crackly through the phone. “so don’t hang up, you’ll—”

a rational person with an interest in talking would certainly call during the day, and only once or twice before quitting altogether to wait for a call back. an irrational person would have your house phones ringing off the hooks while you were in the shower, calling nonstop and then getting far too arrogant once you finally picked up. just as you slam the phone back down, it starts to ring again.

you decide to leave the room, figuring that the caller will tire himself out quickly, but he doesn’t. in the time that you left the phone to go to another room, there wasn’t a single beat of silence. furious, you race toward the phone, fingers sliding on the kitchen counter as you snatch it up.

“fuck you! listen to me, you’d better stop—”

“no, you listen to me,” the caller snarls, and the harshness of his voice has your heart kicking hard against your rib cage. something in your gut tells you that this isn’t just a talkative caller. “don’t fucking hang up on me again, got that?”

you recover some of your composure, goosebumps rising on your skin. the cool breeze blowing through a nearby window adds to the chilling feeling that’s washed over you in only a matter of seconds. “w-well, what do you want, then?”

“i wanna see your insides, dummy,” is the crazed response, and you can’t stop the way your face immediately twists in horror. a clicking sound is heard as the second phone in your house—the one upstairs—is picked up, and another person hops onto the call.

“now, now,” this new voice is smooth, immediately drawing your attention as you listen attentively through the phone. “that’s no way to talk, you’ll scare her silly.”

“what the fuck?” you ask aloud, although you hadn’t meant to. all you can think about is the fact that two weirdos have you almost . . cornered on the phone.

the crazy voice scoffs, ignoring your mumbling. “well, you heard her! trying to hang up and shit,” he clicks his tongue in disapproval before sighing. “anyway, where were we?”

you don’t even say anything, and the other voice exhales into the phone. “see, look at what you’ve gone and done now. our girl’s too scared to talk to us, isn’t she?”

“look, i-i’m just gonna go to bed. goodnight.”

“you’re not going anywhere, honey,” the calmer one of the two says, but this time his voice is much clearer, almost as if he’s standing beside you. you take a step backward, trying to shake off the weird feelings and relentless goosebumps spreading across your skin.

you might as well be wearing nothing.

the satin slip dress you were planning to sleep in is as thin as plastic wrap; you’ve backed up into someone’s strong chest and thanks to the thinness of your pajamas, you can feel each sharp ridge of muscle. the pecs are strong, firm to the touch, and the abs are hard enough to cut diamonds. fear races through your body, so overwhelming that your lips part to let out a scream—but the noise is muffled by a large palm that pulls you back, flush against the muscles. separated only by a few layers of clothing, you can feel the warmth of their body and the casual rise of their chest as they breathe. if you weren’t being silenced, this would be comforting, in a way.

“promise you won’t scream, baby?” that calm voice has a dangerous edge; you nod immediately, frantically, desperately — as you feel a few tears gather in your eyes. this . . does not look, feel, or sound good in any way imaginable. who even are these people? and why you? a seemingly normal thursday evening had gone entirely downhill, and you didn’t even know why.

“good girl,” the person hums, dropping their hand from the lower half of your face and instead replacing it with the sharp edge of a knife. “let’s head upstairs, shall we?” as you ascend the steps, the blade drops lower, until it hovers over the tender skin of your throat. you can’t even turn around and see who the person is, for fear of getting cut over the simple action.

“could i at least turn around?”

“what for?” he asks, nudging the bedroom door open. you’re met with the frightening sight of a person in robes lounging on your bed, against your pillows. they have a spooky, ghostly mask, but you know who it is the second their mouth opens.

“you took the knives out that quickly?” the figure clicks his tongue, raising a hand to his face to pull off the ghostface mask. so this is what this is—some kind of ridiculous scream roleplay . . but the feel of the knife and the way it gleams is too real. “what happened to playing around, suguru?”

“it’s—it’s you! from the phone.” you say, straining against the man behind you, who pulls the knife a few inches away from your throat.

“careful now, doll. you’ll hurt yourself.”

“if you let me go, maybe i’d—” the man on the bed sits up then, pulling off his mask. you can’t see who he is just yet, the shadow from his hood obscuring his face. in a moment, he grabs hold of your face with a gloved hand, fingers squeezing cruelly at your cheeks.

it’s utterly nasty, the way feelings of attraction twist in your stomach. heat rises to your cheeks and you swallow, looking into diamond blue eyes that have your heart fluttering despicably. how is it possible to even be focused on your grim reaper’s looks, almost entirely forgetting their intentions as you lose yourself in those eyes?

“cat got your tongue? i said i wanna see your insides and you didn’t even look fazed.”

beneath the robe, you can see the tips of snowy hair, along with a face that’s far too handsome to belong to some kind of murderer. you shake your head in disbelief, sucking in a breath. “uh . . huh? sorry, i didn’t hear you.”

he drops your face with an annoyed scoff, stepping back to plop down on your bed before fully pulling off his hood. “y’know what—suguru, you deal with her.”

the man behind you pushes you forward, and you awkwardly take a seat beside the sighing killer. suguru tugs off his mask and inspects the knife closely, running a gloved finger over the edge before nodding. “might as well use the knives on you. maybe you’ll hear us then?”

“what’re you—why’re you doing all this?” you ask, the words sputtering out of your mouth nervously. “is there any way i can convince you not to cut me open?”

suguru looks at his literal partner in crime, pushing his black bangs away from his eyes as he speaks. “oh? trying to cheat death, sweet thing?”

you shrug, casually flopping onto your back. the satiny fabric of your dress flips up, and you unintentionally give both of them a great view of your panties. now that they’re deliberating how to move forward with you, the fear of the situation has dissipated greatly. “i just wanna go to bed and live to see another day tomorrow. name the price for my life and i’ll pay it.”

“those are fighting words,” suguru remarks, “don’t you agree, satoru?”

satoru nods, eyes glued to the thin fabric covering what’s between your legs. his mind runs wild as he imagines what he and suguru could impose on you. they’re practically in sync—suguru looks over just as satoru looks up, the two of them sharing a knowing look.

“hmph. sit up and listen.” satoru nudges your thigh, and you do as he says, looking bored. the whole night has done one too many 180s, giving you the most severe case of whiplash in your life. you’d initially been annoyed, terrified, then mildly attracted, and now . . almost indifferent.

“you’ve got my full attention.”

“we’ll let you live, on one condition,” satoru raises a finger before you can object, while suguru’s eyes covertly sweep over your body. “think you could handle us at the same time?”

a proposition for a threesome is something you certainly did not see coming! you bite the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to maintain composure. suguru spices it up with a smirk, dragging that sharp knife of his along the edge of your jaw.

“you’ll have to fuck like your life depends on it.”

it does. tension weighs the air down, filling the room with a thickness even suguru’s knife couldn’t cut through. sweat beads along the skin of your spine and you exhale in defeat. being between these two would be hard—in all ways possible; but one mistake and they’d probably end up slitting your throat.

truthfully, you’re willing to risk it. most girls don’t usually cross paths with two men that are each extremely attractive and willing to share you between one another. you squeeze your thighs together, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

“y-yeah, okay. i’ll do it.”

“atta girl,” satoru praises, the corners of his eyes crinkling. a wicked smile finds its way onto his rosy lips, but you don’t back down, instead spreading your legs. you look between them, a silent invitation extended in one glance.

“lie back for us.”

“you were the one who told me to sit up—” perhaps the unnecessary snark isn’t a good idea, not with the way suguru eyes you warily.

satoru leans in hastily, connecting his lips with yours to effectively shut you up. his body barrels into yours, pushing you into suguru, who catches you and cages you against his strong chest. the knife is abandoned as he strokes his fingertips along the tender skin of your neck, sighing into your ear while satoru occupies your lips.

“so pretty. heh, you’re pretty every night.”

suguru’s touch has you letting out a moan that satoru eagerly swallows, his gloved hands roaming your body. however, he seems to remember he’s got gloves on; without pulling away, he snatches them off.

“her tits, suguru—play with her tits.”

the mumbled words are audible only to suguru, who complies with a chuckle. unlike satoru, he makes no move to do away with his gloves. you moan, his hands squeezing at your tits while his fingertips stroke over your nipples until they grow hard.

“s-suguru,” you mewl, pulling away for a moment to suck a breath into your deprived lungs, “keep touching me there—just like that.”

satoru’s palm comes down hard against the side of your thigh, and he grips your face, forcing you to look at him. “focus on me, got that? wouldn’t want him to stop, would you?”

you shake your head, and in a split second, satoru’s got your upper lip between his teeth. he bites down playfully; the impact makes you gasp, and he seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. arousal pools in your panties, and you fidget in your spot between them, hoping that you’ll finally get the attention you’ve been craving sooner rather than later. suguru’s tongue drags against your neck while he takes in the scent of your body wash from earlier’s shower. there’s a cool sensation coming from the center of his tongue—you can feel a firm ball of some kind.

it’s a little shameful, getting this hot and heavy from a simple kiss. only, his tongue rolls against yours, and any semblance of embarrassment melts away. suguru’s fingers pinch both of your nipples at the same time, sending shockwaves right to your pussy.

“fuck,” you sob into satoru’s mouth, practically lightheaded from how overwhelming it already is, as well as the lack of air. “i-i need more.”

suguru hums, continuing to toy with your hardened nipples. “already slutting yourself out for us, sweetheart? that was fast, wasn’t it?”

satoru finally draws back, a glossy string of spit connecting your lips to his. he doesn’t move just yet, savoring the moment like a piece of special candy—you’ve practically got hearts in your eyes, all hot and bothered because of him. well, suguru is a factor, but he didn’t put in nearly as much work as satoru.

“lie back for us, babe.” this time you don’t fight them on it, scooting off suguru so you can comfortably prop yourself up on the mountain of pillows.

“tsk. this dress ought to go.” suguru brandishes his knife, and cuts through the satin material of the slip as easily as a stick of butter.

“hey!” you snap, the remains of your dress sliding off to the sides of the bed like rags. “what about you two!? you can’t just cut up my clothes like that when neither of you are naked!”

satoru rolls his eyes, tossing your legs apart. meanwhile, suguru clearly isn’t done with that knife; he trails it along the slopes of your naked body, the edge of the blade sharpened in a way that has you gasping. he applies a little bit of pressure, and your skin splits like it would after a paper cut.

“a-are you cutting my skin open?” you ask incredulously. you know the answer, but for whatever reason, you don’t pull away from him.

“maybe,” he replies breezily. “‘s nothing deep. you can handle it, can’t you, honey?”

“would you look at that?” satoru wolf whistles, and heat rises to your cheeks as he gathers your legs together, tugging them up. the knife pauses at your collarbone as suguru leans backwards to take a look, and his eyebrows raise immediately.

“she’s fucking soaked.”

“put the knife down ‘n come give it a taste.”

satoru’s request is breathless, but effective. the knife falls onto the blankets, and for a moment you use your head to consider what might happen in the future—someone could sit on that thing, lie down on it. satoru’s tongue rips the thought out of your head and replaces the words that were on the tip of your tongue with a sweet moan of bliss. your clit throbs at the prospect of more, and their balmy puffs of breath fanning over you only arouse you further.

their faces press together, side by side as they start to eat your pussy in a way that immediately has your back arching and hips bucking. satoru focuses all his attention on your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it while suguru slurps up all of your slick. there it is again, that cool sensation—he’s got a tongue piercing. the moonlight shines through the flowy curtains, illuminating the killers in an almost angelic glow . . maybe they’re actually pussy killers.

“‘s like fucking candy,” satoru moans, tongue dipping down to gather up your slick. it bumps into suguru’s, and he only lets out a laugh that sends vibrations through your entire core. “sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted, shit.”

the room fills with the lewd, nasty sounds of their slurping and licking as they devour your pussy together. you slip a finger between your teeth and bite down once one too many noises threaten to escape you, and suguru pulls back to land a smarting slap on your pussy.

“ah ah. do not try to go quiet on us.”

“sorry, ‘m sorry,” you stutter dumbly, mind and body reeling from the delicious sting of the slap.

“we want you screaming,” he emphasizes, spitting onto your cunt and watching as it flutters, the glob slipping down more rapidly due to the movement. “and you will be, by the end of all this. understand, doll?”

you nod hastily, and his eyes flick upwards to your face, the hardness in them a simple warning. “yeah, i understand.”

satoru’s drawing hearts and letters on your clit, each one making you shudder more than the last. each drag of his tongue makes him moan as he takes in more of your taste. beside him, suguru’s dips his tongue between your folds, the sensation nothing more than a tease. they plan to split you open on their cocks, and getting you desperate for it is only the first step of their plan.

“ngh, t-that’s so fucking good,” you cry, thighs quaking on either side of their heads. “please, i’m gonna cum.”

“give it to us,” satoru is the first to speak, his voice clear as it cuts through the lewd sounds in the air. he’s got one hand on the side of your thigh, holding you open just for them. “on our tongues, like a good girl.”

satoru’s ministrations on your clit grow more insistent; he’s working to pull your orgasm from you, while suguru continues to slurp at your messy pussy, his eyes falling shut. a familiar and overwhelming sensation coils in your tummy; it’s one that has your hands flying to both suguru and satoru’s heads, fingers finding purchase in their hair.

“i—i think ‘m gonna cum,” you cry, back arching off the bed while your hips jolt forward into their faces. after hearing the first word of your delirious warning, satoru replaced his tongue with his finger and moved beside suguru, the two of them slurping all your cunt has to offer. to them, it’s like drinking ambrosia.

you’re pulling hard at their hair, only encouraging them to groan against you. suguru speaks, eyes rolling back from just a little hair pulling. but it makes sense, with hair like that. of course his scalp is very sensitive.

“cover us in your cum, baby.”

obedient and right on time, your pussy gushes, hole fluttering around nothing while your clit throbs beneath satoru’s finger. the intense orgasm has left you twitching from the aftershocks, gasping for breath, and overly sensitive. of course, satoru and suguru take advantage of the aforementioned sensitivity with smirks on their faces.

“no, wait, i-i just came,” is all you can sob, your hands smacked away once you try to tug them off your aching cunt. “satoruuu, suguruuu.”

suguru only laughs, mimicking your tone with a roll of his eyes. “aw, babyyy. that’s too bad, isn’t it?”

with how sensitive you are, it’s not hard for them to drag a second orgasm out of you. this time, a few tears cascade down your cheeks as you fall over the edge with a pitched cry. satoru spanks your still twitching cunt and laughs at the way you gasp and recoil, legs still trembling.

“suguru, whatcha think? you wanna take her mouth ‘n i’ll fuck her pussy?”

“that’s far too considerate, satoru.” he shakes his head, talking about you as if you’re not in front of them. “c’mon,” suguru purrs, gesturing for you to get up as he slips off his robe and boxers. “lie on top of me.”

you can’t help but ogle, a little starstruck by his body and the thrill of everything. he sticks out his tongue playfully when he notices you staring, the metal ball in his tongue gleaming. his abs flex and his cock bobs as he lays down on your bed, beckoning you over with a gloved finger. satoru gulps, panting softly at the sight. following his best friend’s lead, he slips off his matching clothing and mounts the bed, which sinks under his weight with a creak. part of you wonders if the bed frame will give out by the end of this.

“hand me the lube,” suguru grunts, catching the small bottle in his larger hand. the liquid is cool, even through the leather of his gloves. he rubs his fingers together to warm it up a little for you. his fingertips prod at the tight ring of your asshole, and you let out a squeak of surprise.

“c’mon. relax for me, doll.”

you take a breath, body sweltering with arousal. this is certainly new for you, but you don’t complain—and anyway, the slight coolness of the lube feels good against your hot skin. satoru bites down on his lower lip as he watches his best friend prep you to take both of their cocks at the same time. something wicked has the corners of his lips curling up into a smile as he pictures you screaming for them.

likely picturing the same thing, suguru tongues at your jaw, kissing the tender skin wetly before nipping hard. you can only cry out, his lips serving as a simple distraction while his fingers push inside and stretch you out.

you gasp, and he feels you squeeze down hard on his fingers, hips jerking away. “come now, don’t run from it,” suguru coos, twisting his body beneath you to angle you the right way again. he ignores your whining, and satoru silently strokes his cock to the sight. “i know, i know. just breathe for me, ‘kay?”

slowly, your body accommodates the new stretch without any more sting or discomfort. in fact, your hips begin to rock into his fingers, chasing them when he starts to pull out.

“i-i think she’s ready, suguru,” satoru finally speaks up, clearing his throat. his voice is a little choked, and you can clearly see the flush on his cheeks even in the dark. “for both of us.”

“you hear that, honey?” his warm breath fans over the shell of your ear, making you shudder against him. “let’s see who can make you scream the loudest—me or satoru.”

“as if,” the man in question huffs, pushing your thigh to the side and looking over your dripping pussy with an obvious hunger. “fuck, baby. i’m gonna ruin you.”

with that, satoru grasps his cock and guides it inside your needy cunt. suguru does the same, pushing his length into your ass. the three of you moan collectively, a harmony if ever there was one. you sob, tears burning at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the stretch.

satoru grits his teeth and grips your hips for support, then pushes all the way inside you. he bottoms out easily, his cock sliding against suguru’s, separated only by a thin layer of tissue. so thin that they can feel the shape of one another’s cocks through you.

“fuckin’—shittt, oh my god,” satoru’s easily overwhelmed, heart pounding in his ears while sweat covers his entire body in a sticky sheen.

suguru bites your neck hard, but the pain registers as pleasure despite the fact that he tastes a few irony drops of blood on his tongue.

“do either of you plan to move?” you complain, lips parting in an ‘o’ shape around a whiny moan. “or are we just gonna sit here—”

“shut the fuck up,” suguru groans, clapping a dry and gloved hand over your tits before squeezing them. “we’ll move when we fucking feel like it.”

waves of almost euphoria wash over your entire body, leaving you breathless and panting. when you’d first met these two, you’d been sharp and aware of your surroundings, but now everything is hazy and your body burns as though you have a fever.

the bed creaks dangerously as satoru jumps into action, slowly rocking his hips into yours with a few choked, wanton moans. before long, he’s more confident, fucking into you with a tight grip on your skin and at an invigorated pace. you’re so hot and oh so tight—satoru fucking loves it—you feel perfect. he loves the way you squirm on top of his best friend, hips canting forward eagerly to meet his. the evidence of how good he’s making you feel is painted all over your face, apparent in the wobble of your lower lip and the tears in your eyes.

you hear a sigh from behind you. “can’t lose the bet,” suguru’s voice is laced with faux sympathy. it takes him a few seconds, but he finally starts moving, groaning in approval at the shake of your body and gasping, ragged breaths.

above you, sweat rolls down satoru’s face, the snowy tips of his hair sticking to his forehead while others fall in front of his eyes. “y-you like it like this, baby?” the question is rhetorical, but your whimpering tells him everything he needs to know. the corners of his lips curl into a smile that’s soon wiped away by overwhelming pleasure. “you’re taking us so fuckin’ well, sweetheart . . driving me insane, goddamn.”

“i second that,” the metal ball of suguru’s piercing clicks as he sweeps his tongue over his teeth, panting hard into your ear. “really, baby . . feel like the luckiest fuckin’ guy in the world right now, heh.”

as if you’re not the luckiest girl—being sandwiched between these two is a dream you didn’t even know you had. inside you, their cocks throb against one another, dragging in and out of your holes ruthlessly. the tempo only speeds up, becoming too much too quickly.

you nudge a weak, clammy hand against satoru’s waist, arching your back on top of suguru and nearly nailing him in the face with a reverse headbutt. before the latter can say anything, satoru snatches your hand and intertwines your fingers with his, then pins it down to the bed. he advances forward, his chest now against yours to keep you still.

“ah ah,” he tuts, his nipples hard as they press against yours, “move your damn hand, baby. this is what you wanted, remember?”

“i certainly do,” suguru titters, nipping at your earlobe. “don’t be like that. you can take it, can’t you?”

his words are convincing; he’s got you nodding in acceptance. he’s right, of course. this is what you wanted earlier—you’ve been taking both of their cocks so fucking well. just as you tell yourself you’ll make it through this, satoru’s fingers ghost along the soft skin of your stomach. despite the exhaustion that’s setting into his body, his hips don’t even stutter as he focuses on your swollen clit.

“oh . . oh my god,” the words are torn from your throat, which only grows more sore with all the noise you can’t seem to stop making. a familiar shakiness settles in your voice, and you’re fighting to keep the breath in your lungs, but it escapes you far too easily. “i’m-‘m gonna cum for you, ‘m—”

as you hurtle closer to all encompassing euphoria, the sounds of skin slapping against skin fade out and grow foggy. yet, you manage to hear their voices eagerly spurring you on, the two of them in the same boat as you.

“yeah, ‘s right. fuckin’ cum for us, baby.” satoru’s own orgasm creeps up on him, his head tipping back as your pussy starts to flutter around his cock. of course, suguru can feel the throbbing of his best friend’s cock and the quavering of your needy pussy. he releases your tits, seeing the bruising he’s left before squeezing his eyes shut in concentration.

“ya heard him, honey,” he utters after a long groan, his voice low and husky. “take all of our fucking cum.” you gasp out, nodding your head frantically as you teeter over the edge.

everything happens fast, and all at the same time. satoru cums inside you, his broad shoulders shaking as he rides it out while your pussy practically milks him for more. your cunt spasms, hips jerking upwards from the intensity of it. the movement pushes out suguru, his cum leaking out of your bruised ass and spilling in white puddles on his pelvis.

satoru looks down, biting down on his lower lip as he pulls his cock from you. this is quite the reward, seeing cum pour from both of your spent and twitching holes. your shuddering, sweltering body finally begins to cool after what feels like hours. suguru’s exhausted, but he kindly lifts you and lays you down on the bed beside him. satoru flops down beside you with a heaving sigh, only to lay on the knife from earlier.

“ow, fuck!” he jolts, sitting up and tugging the sharp blade from where it’s tangled in the sheets. he unceremoniously hurls it to the floor, laying back down with a vengeful huff.

you’re too tired to laugh, but a small smile plays on your lips. “do you still wanna kill me?”

“not right now,” suguru throws an arm over his face, gesturing in the direction of the floor. “the knife’s down there, anyway.”

you sit up, craning your neck to take a look. from what you can see, the floor is littered with their dark costumes and two masks, the knife completely out of sight. “i don’t see it.”

“hm, remember we talked about making you scream for us?” satoru speaks up, and in your dizzy haze, you don’t notice that glint in his eyes.

“uh, yeah, i think so? i thought you already did.”

“don’t you watch scary movies?” suguru scoffs, looking at you from beneath his forearm. “you should know what happens next.”

you laugh, rolling your eyes. “yeah, whatever. what happens next, you kill me? very funny. let me convince you again,” and you clear your throat. “no, please don’t kill me, mr. ghostface! i wanna be in the sequel!”

satoru simply shakes his head, and the knife plunges into your back. with a gasp, you sputter out a few garbled words, blood pouring down your bare back as you fall backwards onto the bed. you writhe on the mussed sheets, blood spilling from your lips and trickling down your chin in vermillion rivulets. beside you, the blood covered suguru and satoru let you struggle aimlessly until your body stills; then they slip their masks on again . .

“andddd cut!” the director jumps from his seat with proud claps, and the production assistants rush in from every direction to help clean up the mess.

“satoru, fuck! that knife was so sharp,” you sit up, sending a glare his way as you wipe the fake blood off your skin. despite being a fake knife, the shiny plastic point was rather jagged.

“excellent performances, the three of you! our halloween special is sure to be a hit!” the director is gushing as he praises the three of you.

“yeah, yeah,” suguru says, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink. “i’ve gotta take a shower. seriously, the corn syrup is so fucking sticky.”

[screampied]

gojo had a dream you died.

it was partially the reason why he woke up in a cold sweat… it was horrid.

he could still hear your screams, the life leaving your eyes, but more importantly, he remembered your final words that were murmured to him. “satoru, don’t… cry, i’ll be okay, it’ll be okay.” and he believed you, that everything would be okay. despite tears filling his eyes, labeled the strongest at that moment, he couldn’t have ever felt so weak.

the dream felt so real, that was the scary part. he remembered each and every detail. from the feeling of you giving his wrist a light squeeze, the sweet smell of your natural scent.. the eerie sounds of your irregular wheezes as you were clinging on your final moments.

“don’t leave me,” he mutters, he remembers saying that. three simple words, yet his dilated pupils spoke a thousand. he started to repeat it. again and again as if it was a mantra. his words, his tone broke the more he spoke to you. that cute smile of yours never left your lips, it remained there. regardless of your inevitable incoming fate, he sobs, “you’re…you’re all i have left. i don’t wanna be left alone again, just stay. please, baby.”

“i’m not going anywhere, ‘toru,” you’d reassure him, a single tear drop of his falls onto your cheek.

after that moment, gojo wakes up. trembling, yet the dream wasn’t that feared him the most. it was him waking up with you not next to him..

cold, everything felt cold.

he shot up immediately from his dream. the cold sweat that forever continued to race down his back as he panted.

he was so used to your warmth taking up part of the bed. albeit, in this case though. it felt empty,

isolated.

it was near the middle of the night, gojo was drowsy, rubbing his eyes to blind his vision with imaginary stars. feeling for the bed, it was frigid.

“baby?” he’d grumble, white lashes partially open. silence called back to him, if it was anything about gojo, he hated being alone.

oh, he loathed it,

yet whenever you came into his life—he didn’t have to worry about that. you were always besides him, no matter what.

until now.

it takes him a split second before it dawns on him. your fatal death, it wasn’t another one of his silly surreal dreams. it was nothing but mere reality.

a breath gets caught in his throat once he realizes, being brought back into harsh realness. you were gone.

it’s been years, speaking of which…

it was your anniversary with him. the same exact day he proposed to you. he remembers it vividly, getting down on one knee with the goofiest grin. he didn’t even say, “will you marry me..?” instead, he snorts a sheepish, “let’s get married, heh.”

“i always forget around this time,” gojo sighs to himself with a soft tone, his voice was a bit raspy from abruptly waking up. intaking a sharp inhale, he goes towards your side of the bed and he reaches into his pocket.

“it should have been me,” and he doesn’t even care he’s talking to himself, it’s like for whatever reason, your presence was near him. “our marriage,” and then with a brief sniffle, he glances down at the ring you once wore proudly. he strokes it with a thumb before huffing out a shaky, “our marriage, it was supposed to last us for infinity…”

but it didn’t.

with hot tears streaming down his face and stuck a power he wished he’d never have, in the end, it couldn’t save you.

he couldn’t save you.

and now…

the strongest, the most brave to ever live and walk could easily be mistaken as the weakest.

[rafesangelita]

bf!rafe x thick!reader.

i’ve been thinking about how reader is insecure about her thick thighs and ass so rafe fucks her dumb in the mirror forcing her to look at herself as he says how perfect she is <3

warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, mirror sex, mentions of body image issues and insecurities, body worship, praise, hair pulling, slapping, dirty talk, pregnancy kink (but rafe is serious about it??)

a/n: if you want to read more thick/bigger girl!reader, read this ‘thinking thot’ if you haven’t <3

“fucking look at yourself!” rafe grunted, wrapping a fist in your hair before forcing your head up to stare at your reflection. besides the obvious fact that you looked like a fucked-out mess, rafe wore a smirk that had you squeezing around him with a broken sob. “you’re so insecure and for what?” he landed a harsh smack to your ass, the loud sound making your cheeks heat, “if it wasn’t for this body i wouldn’t be able to fuck you like this..” you cried out when he let go of your hair and grabbed your hips, planting a foot on the mattress before drilling into you even deeper.

in this position he was easily nudging your cervix with every thrust, his fingers digging deep into your flesh as you struggled to keep your eyes on the full length mirror in front of you. “you make me so fucking mad when i hear you talk bad about yourself,” rafe said through gritted teeth, “saying you wish you looked better,” he scoffed, “..it doesn’t get better than this.” your knees nearly gave out from under you when he snaked a hand around your waist, his fingers working on your clit until you felt that familiar heat starting to simmer in your tummy.

“you’re so pretty, baby, it freaks me out sometimes,” rafe leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear, “you have no clue how many times throughout the day i have to resist the urge from bending you over and fucking you dumb— just like the way i am right now.” your eyes rolled back at his words, his praise shooting straight to your soaked cunt. “you make me hard without even doing anything, you know that? these curves are so fucking perfect, i could squeeze you and grab and rough you up just the way i want to. you drive me fucking crazy.” you weren’t only crying because of the way you were being pounded into right now, but because you knew rafe was coming from a place of genuine love.

you couldn’t help but feel insecure when you saw the kind of girls that always tried to get at your boyfriend, some even going as far as flashing you a wink when they stroked his arm while passing by. all of them looked flawless in your eyes, your insecurity creeping up on you and making you question why on earth rafe was even with you. questioning rafe’s devotion was exactly what got you in the position you were in right now. “look up, ‘pretty, i need you to see what i see.” he clasped a hand around the back of your neck, dragging you up so your back was flushed against his chest.

your body was on full display, your teary gaze meeting rafe’s as he fixed your head in place to make you look at yourself. “starting with this face,” he was still thrusting into you when he stroked your cheek, “i don’t think you’re real sometimes. especially when we wake up in the morning and the sun is hitting you just right..” he planted a kiss in the curve of your shoulder. “you don’t even know this but on the days i wake up earlier than you i just watch you. admire you.” you moaned when you felt him hit your sweet spot, your eyebrows knitting together as you took your bottom lip between your teeth.

“these tits,” rafe took both of his hands and cupped you, rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers, “this is why i love it so much when you’re on top.” you laughed softly, a small smile playing on rafe’s lips as he continued rocking into you. you knew rafe wasn’t lying, he always looked hypnotized and dazed whenever you rode him, his eyes glued to your chest while you bounced on top of him. “these thighs are the same thighs that i always need my head in between. whether you’re sitting on my face or i have you pinned down on your back, i fucking love them.” he rasped, his hips stuttering as he began approaching his high.

“your hips and your waist..” your mouth fell open in a silent moan when he found your clit again, “you’re gonna carry my kids, i’ll make sure of that.” you gasped when he picked up his speed, his words hitting you right where you’d feel them most. “m’gonna make you have my babies, ‘give you even more reasons why you should love your body the same way i do. you understand?” you nodded frantically, turning your head so he could take you in a searing kiss. that was all it took for both of you to fall over the edge, rafe carefully laying you down on your tummy as he filled you up.

you two stayed like this, your kisses growing more feverish once he pulled out, rafe wasting no time in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. he traced the curve of your lips, thumbing away the tears from your eyes as you sighed. “i don’t ever want you to question the love that i have for you, do you understand?” you cozied up to him, whispering a ‘yes.’ before he hummed sleepily.

[rafesweetie]

sometimes prissy!reader has a bit of an attitude … it’s safe to say season 1 rafe doesn’t tolerate it.

your wispy eyelashes almost touch your eyebrows as you roll your eyes at your boyfriend, who was telling you that there was still another two whole hours of the golf game left.

it wasn’t your fault, the weather was beating down on you and making your soft skin sweat, your thighs were so hot that they were sticking to the seat in the golf cart, and you ran out of water and beer an hour ago, and the cart girl was no where to be seen. you were promised a comfortable and relaxing day, and instead you’re hot and bored.

rafe’s lip curls up in annoyance at your eyeroll, and he scoffs and walks away, leaving you pouting in the cart. he’s trying to enjoy the day, there’s no way that he’s letting his prissy girlfriend spoil the fun by needing his constant attention.

fanning at yourself when the sun blares down on you, you’re truly putting on a show for rafe, exaggerating so he can take you home. even with his baseball cap that he stuck on your head at your third complaint, and the last sip of his beer that he gave you half an hour ago, you’re still not satisfied. he’s starting to think you’re never satisfied.

“rafe, do you have any sunscreen? i think i’m getting burnt,” you call out after he swings the golf club.

“you think i pack fuckin’ sunscreen? not my fault you’re wearing a tube top, little shoulders bound to get burnt,” he steps back to let topper take his shot. “top, you got any for my girl?”

“nah, man, never pack that shit,” topper answers. rafe can hear you groan from your seat, and usually you’re at least saying ‘thank you’ for checking, but you’re so bored that you’re beyond sweetness.

“do you guys have, like, anything? this is so boring,” you complain from the cart.

topper asks, “did you bring your phone?” and you tell him it died.

rafe’s frankly done with your subtle tantrum, stomping over to you, swinging the club in circles as he walks. if your brain wasn’t so foggy from the heat then you’d admire how his arms look in that polo top, but you can barely even think.

“how about you keep score? hm, kid, how does that sound?” he offers, handing you the scorecard.

“that’s boring, i don’t even know how golf works, don’t know how to do this,” you complain. “rafe, i just wanna walk home, i’m done with this, so boring,”

“all i’m asking is for you to keep score.”

“i don’t have a pen.”

“use your lipliner,”

your lip curls in distaste, a habit picked up from your boyfriend. “that’s stupid, its like, $40,”

“hey,” he scolds. “don’t know where this little attitude came from but it stops now, okay? shit, babe, just trying to enjoy the game. you wanna, uh, you wanna walk home? that what this is? is that what you’ve come to?”

“are you dumb? i’m in heels—“ he cuts you off instantly, not liking your insinuation one bit.

“hey! hey—“ you expect him to grab your jaw or wrist but he grabs your nipple through your shirt, tugging at it so you’re dragged closer to him.

“don’t speak to me like that, a’ight? not fair to me. tried to bring you out here for a fun day, don’t need the fucking insults. say something nice to me or don’t say shit at all. or i can bring you home right now and give you some shit, and i promise you you won’t like it. sit in the cart, keep score, be nice. can you do that?” he continues. you nod, and he pinches your nipple harshly, making you squeak, then lets go.

you watch rafe’s vieny hand adjust your top after that, then watch as it moves up to your cheek. he pats it, gives you a nod with some pretty harsh eye contact, then leaves.

he always knows how to shut you up.

[hauntedfawnn]

۶♡ৎ Ex!Boyfriend!Rafe Eating Your Ass ۶♡ৎ

Cheating (not on reader), ass eating, fingering, choking, hair pulling, daddy kink, spit kink, anal, possessiveness, Rafe and reader are low key toxic for each other 18+MDNI!

(I read this fic by @novashelby and it had me really thinkin bout ass eating so shout out to her for thaaaat)

“I knew you fuckin’ missed me, baby.” You can hear the smirk on Rafe’s voice even if you can’t see it. He has you face down on his expensive sheets with his large hand pressing the side of your head into the mattress. “You might not want to admit it, but how wet your pussy is for me, says it all.”

Rafe chuckles as he kneels behind you, running his fingers through your dripping folds. You hate that he’s right, you always end up bent over for him no matter how many times you tell yourself it’s the last time. He always pulls you back.

“You know you can’t stay away from me. You always come runnin’ back for more.” Rafe dips the tips of his fingers into your dripping cunt before running his wet fingers on your clit. He teases your pussy with his thumb, letting you get lost in the pleasure long enough to pull it away from you and land a harsh smack on your clit. It makes you squeal and try to close your legs on instinct but Rafe keeps them open with his knee. “It’s cause you know that lil boyfriend of yours will never fuck you like I do.”

“You don’t know anything about him-“ Rafe lands another harsh smack on your pussy and laughs at the way you squirm and squeal.

“Yeah? I know if he was keeping you satisfied you wouldn’t be bent over like a fuckin’ whore for me.” He smacks your pussy again, this time following it with a spank so hard on your ass you’re sure it left an immediate handprint. “Plus you’re drippin’ f’me.”

Rafe runs the tips of his fingers along your pussy, wetting them with your juices. He traces your lips and your clit before sliding his hand up to your asshole and circling it with his pointer finger. “Bet you don’t let him play with your ass, do you, baby? This hole is just for daddy, right?”

“Raaafe, Shut up.” You whine into the mattress, embarrassed by the truth in his words. You told your new boyfriend you weren’t into anal when the truth was you just weren’t into it with anyone that wasn’t Rafe. There’s a lot of things you only trust him to do and that’s why you can’t give him up. He’s so fucking toxic but he fucks you like he loves you and hates you all in the same vein and it’s like you’re addicted to him. Rafe spanks you with his free hand, pulling a little yelp from you that makes his cock jump.

“Drop the fuckin’ attitude, doll. That shit might fly with your gamer bitch boy boyfriend, but that’s not how we do things around here.” He spanks you again before thrusting two fingers knuckle deep inside you. He curls them just right, he always knew how to work you like you were his favorite toy. He presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow circles around it. Rafe grabs the globe of your ass with his other hand, pulling you open for him. He leans down and lets a line of spit drip from his mouth directly onto your asshole. “Miss this sexy little ass, you gonna let me eat it from the back, for old times sake?”

“You’re lucky to even have me in your bed-“ Rafe pulls his fingers from inside you to wrap his hand around your throat and pull you up against his chest.

“Nah, that’s not how we’re gonna play it, princess.” Rafe grits into your ear. “We both know you want it, so just admit it. Say ‘yes daddy I want you to eat my ass and treat me like the whore I am.’ Say it or I won’t fuckin’ touch you.”

“Fuck, please?” Rafe’s hand tightens on your throat as he leans down to sink his teeth into your shoulder. The pain sends a jolt straight to your already throbbing pussy.

“That’s not what I said, is it? Beg slut, beg me to eat your pathetic little asshole.” You can feel Rafe’s sinister smirk against your skin and you hate that you’re going to do exactly what he says because you aren’t leaving here without it.

“Please eat my ass daddy? Please? I’ll be so good, I’m sorry for having a bad attitude.” You pout your lips and look over your shoulder at him and god if you didn’t want him to touch you so bad you would probably punch that smug look right off his beautiful face.

“That’s my girl.” Rafe snickers before pushing your head back into the mattress. He grips onto your asscheeks, pulling them apart and spitting onto your hole again. The warm liquid drips down your pussy and onto your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. He rubs his thumb in little circles around your hole, pushing it in every so slightly and then he leans down and licks from your clit all the way to your asshole. “Missed this ass so bad, you gotta stop depriving me, baby.”

Rafe mumbles into your pussy as he runs his tongue back down your clit before laying it flat and running it across your asshole. He licks you greedily, sliding his tongue between your cheeks and teasing your pussy. He circles your ass with his tongue and then pokes it inside you, flicking it in your tight walls.

“Oh fuck.” You moan into the sheets as Rafe fucks your ass with his tongue. He switches between circles and flicks of it inside of you, making you drip with his spit as your pussy clenches around nothing. And almost as if he can read your mind Rafe slides his fingers into your dripping cunt, thrusting them in and out of you at a brutal pace. His thumb finds your clit and it makes your eyes roll back. “God I’m gonna come already, daddy.”

“Mmm, there’s my obedient little slut. Come for me.” Rafe groans into your ass before shoving his tongue as far deep inside of it as it can go. One of his big hands spreads you open while the other finger fucks you, bullying your sweet spot. His thumb finds your clit and that’s all it takes to have you clawing the sheets and clenching around his fingers.

“Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, oh it’s so good, daddy.” You grind your ass back against him as your orgasm wracks your entire system. Rafe fucks you through it before pulling back and admiring the view.

“Would ya look at that.” Rafe grips onto your ass and pulls it apart so he can watch your cum drip down your thighs, his spit dripping down your crack and mixing with it. His finger circles your asshole before dipping inside to the second knuckle. “You gonna let me fuck your ass, baby? Need to feel you squeezing my fuckin’ dick.”

“Yeah fuck, yes.” You’re so far gone you aren’t even ashamed of how quickly you agree. Rafe rubs his hand on your pussy, wetting it with your juices before bringing it to his cock and using it as lube. He jerks himself a few times as he spits on your ass again and brings his finger to your hole, shoving it all the way in. “Oh my godddd.”

“Oh fuck, you’re so fuckin’ tight. You really aren’t letting him play with this ass, huh? It’s all mine?” Rafe chuckles as he presses a second finger into you and thrusts them in and out of you slowly, opening you up for him. “S’gonna feel so good, goddamn.”

“Please.” You don’t even care if it hurts, you just want to feel him inside you. “Fuck me.” You wiggle your ass and arch your back even further, practically presenting yourself to him like a bitch in heat. Something in Rafe snaps in that moment and he brings his cock to your asshole and presses the head inside.

“Oh fuckin’ shit, baby, so tight.” Rafe groans as he brings his hand to your clit and rubs circles on it, the pleasure distracting from the burning stretch of his cock. He spits on you again before pressing halfway in and pulling out again. When he presses back in this time he slams his entire dick into your ass and it nearly knocks the wind out of you.

“Oh god.” You whine and writhe beneath him, your body subconsciously trying to run away from the stinging pleasure.

“Where you goin’? Huh? Fuckin’ take it.” Rafe wraps his arm around your middle, locking you in place. His hand on your clit slides up between the dripping folds of your cunt before he presses two of them into you and thrusts them in and out of you time with the pumps of his cock.

“Fuck, I feel so full, daddy.” You’re practically limp beneath him as you drool into the mattress. “Fucking use me.”

“Use you? Oh baby, I’m gonna do more than that.” Rafe pulls his cock out of you to the tip before slamming it back into you and repeating the action. “I’m gonna fill this ass, then I’m gonna send your pathetic little boyfriend a picture of it. Wanna know the best part?”

“Hmm?” You’re so fucked out you that you don’t even fully process his words, blindly agreeing as long as he keeps fucking you like this.

“You’re.” Thrust. “Gonna.” Thrust. “Fuckin’ let me.” Thrust. “Aren’t you, princess?”

“Uh-huh. Oh fuck.” Rafe’s thumb finds your clit just as he pumps deep into your ass, his fingers curl against your sweet spot, and it has euphoria washing over you. “God, I’m coming again.”

“Yeah, that’s my good girl, give daddy your cum.” When your pussy stops spasming around his fingers he pulls them out and uses his opposite hand to yank onto the back of your hair. He pulls your head back and brings his wet fingers to your lips. “Taste yourself.”

He shoves them into your mouth as the hand on your hair yanks hard. You swirl your tongue around his digits with a moan as you lick your juices from his skin. He pulls them from your mouth with a pop before giving your hip a bruising grip and using your hair for leverage as he fucks your ass harder than before. Skin slaps against skin and the groans leaving Rafe are nearly animalistic.

“Gonna fill this slutty little ass with my cum, tell me you want it.” Rafe’s thrusts grow harder and sloppier by the second and you can tell he’s close so you clench around his cock.

“I want your cum, daddy, fill my ass.” Rafe’s dick twitches inside you as the hand in your hair pushes your head back down into the mattress. He leans his large frame over you as he pumps hard and deep into your ass. All it takes to have his cock bursting inside you is another clench of your walls.

“Yeah, that’s it, slut, take my fuckin’ cum.” Rafe pushes your face into the mattress so hard it cuts off your airflow as he fucks himself through his orgasm. His cock fills you with ropes of his cum and when he pulls out, he takes sick satisfaction in the way it drips out. “Don’t move.”

Even if you wanted to, you’re so fucked out that you’re stuck where you are. Panting on Rafe’s sheets with your ass in the air. You hear rustling behind you before the snap and the flash of a camera go off. It takes your hazy mind a second to process what he’s doing but when you do, you shoot up and turn around.

“Hey! Give me my fucking phone, Rafe!” You squeal as you launch yourself toward him but he just holds it over your head as he types. You manage to get your hands on it right as you hear the sound of a message being sent. You look at the screen in horror as you see the text he sent your boyfriend accompanied by the photo of his cum dripping from your ass. “Are you serious!?”

“Yeah. I am.” Rafe tongues his cheek and runs his hands across his chin as he smirks smugly. “I was tired of watching you pretend you liked that loser just to piss me off. Now he knows who really owns your little ass.”

“Ugh, fuck you!” You huff and slap his chest but he just grabs your hand and brings it to his lips.

“Pretty sure you just did, baby. But if you wanna go for a second round…” Rafe licks his lips as his eyes roam your naked body.

“No. I’m leaving.” You try to turn away from him but Rafe grips onto your shoulders, holding you in place.

“Nah. Lay your ass down, I miss that fuckin’ pussy. You’re not going anywhere.” Rafe grips onto your throat and pulls your face inches from his. “You’re mine and you know it. So stop playin’ your little games, I’m over it.”

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You groan as you throw yourself back on his plush pillows. You’re not leaving. And you both know it.

Tagging mooties: @rafescorpsebride @rafesheaven @rafescvntyclubgf @eerielamb @that-sarcastic-writer @moonlightseranade 🤍

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