#make vagina tighter

[moonstruckme]

i hope you aren’t too uncomfortable with smut you always write so well though!

how about remus x reader and he’s making her read out loud while he pleasures her 🫣

Hi, I'm not! Thank you for requesting. I did this with med student Remus, hope that's okay <3

cw: smut mdni, afab!reader, d/s dynamics

med student!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 586 words

You’re having some trouble holding Remus’ thick textbook above your head, what with the trembling that’s taken your entire body. You can hardly hear yourself as you read, the words blurring together meaninglessly as Remus keeps your lower half pinned to the bed with hands wrapped around either thigh. 

“Wait,” he says, looking up so scruff on his chin scratches against your folds. You shiver. “Go back to that last part.” 

“Which part?” 

Remus gives you an indulgent look. “The part about the hood, dove. You were mumbling.” He squeezes the flesh of your thigh warningly. 

You swallow nothing. “The clitoral hood is the fold of skin that surrounds the—the bead of the clitoris.” You stutter as your boyfriend’s head dips between your legs again, finding said hood with his mouth. Your words start to run together as he pushes the skin upwards, licking teasingly at the sensitive nub beneath. “It protects the clitoris from friction, and—and retracts slightly during arousal.” 

Remus’ self-satisfied hum sends reverberations of pleasure through you, and you gasp, nearly dropping the book. He takes your clit into his mouth, suckling for a few moments before he releases it with a lewd popping sound. 

“We can’t do this if you’re going to keep stopping,” he reminds you, clearly amused by your agitated state. While his mouth is busy, his hands rove your thighs, creeping closer to the growing heat at your entrance. “The deal was that we could play if you helped me study. It’s no help if you’re not reading.”

“Sorry,” you say, voice strangled. 

Remus gives your thigh a condescending little pat. “Keep going. Loud and clear, sweetheart.” 

He doesn’t wait for your agreement before he gets back to his own task. His tongue flattens, licking a broad stripe over your folds. 

Your voice trembles as you start again. “The glans clitoris is located at the top of the vulva, where—where the inner lips meet.” You falter as he goes back to that small bud, resuming his suckling. Heat coils tighter in your core. “Only the tip of the clitoris is visible, but it has two internal shafts which extend into the body as much as five—fuck—”

Your head throws back when Remus darts his tongue into your hole without warning, passing along that sensitive inner wall. Any more of this, and you think you’ll shatter into a million pieces. 

He delivers a firm swat to the underside of your thigh, making you jolt. 

“Five inches,” you finish weakly. “The clitoris contains thousands of nerve endings that are—are very sensitive, especially dur—ah—during sexual stimulation.” 

You feel Remus’ quiet chuckle rumbling through every inch of you, while you make tiny indentations in the cover of his book with your fingernails. He’s awful. 

“The cervix is a cylinder-shaped area of tissue that separates the vagina from the rest of the uterus. It is located at the top of the vagina.” 

You get little warning, only the tightening of your boyfriend’s hands, before he’s lifting your hips off the bed and flipping you over. You manage to use your death-grip on the book to keep your page, landing on your knees and elbows. 

Remus adjusts your knees a little wider, soothing his hands up your thighs to your hips. “Comfy, dove?” 

You drop your forehead to the book, breaths jagged. “Comfier than before.” 

“Good.” You can hear his smile in his voice, laced with smugness, as he lines up to your entrance. “I think we both have something to learn about this one.” 

[naokyunnn]

FUCKING SIT ON IT, SIT LIKE A CHAIR.

isagi x f!reader, reader has vagina, isagi here is 20+

CW‼️: based on that tiktok audio 🤭 face sitting, pissed isagi, use of word “slut” (isagi gets called a slut). ass slapping, hair pulling. not proofread lol

in where isagi got so pissed when you won’t put your whole body weight down when he told you to sit on his face.

“sit on my face” these are the words that came out of isagi’s mouth after pulling away from the little make out session that you guys been doing for the past 20 minutes. this came out of isagi’s mouth as if it’s a demand while looking straight into your eyes and letting you know that he’s down to suffocate between those pretty lips and around your thighs.

“w-wha— well i don’t know yoichi…. i don’t wanna suffocate you—” of course you’re a bit hesitant about it, its your first time sitting on someone’s face, especially on isagi’s pretty face, but something in you is very curious if how would your lover look under you, lost in the taste of you and giving himself pleasure by just giving it all to you. you gulp, as your thoughts run wild.

isagi on the other hand is already laying down comfortably, face ready to be sit on. “c’mon baby, it won’t kill me i swear, and if it does then im a happy dead man, now sit” he gave your thighs some rubs and light squeezes as a form of assurance, i breathy laugh came out of you because of his words. you thought about it for a second but you can’t help but to look at his face and wonder just how pretty he would look under you, with how your juices will be all over his face.

you took off your panties and hovered over his head, pussy facing his face very close but not yet close and, oh lord that eat shitting grin he has right now, like he won the prize he always wanted. he put his arms around your thighs to pull you closer to his face “sit now, love” isagi looks up to you with those puppy eyes of his, you can’t stand it. you lower yourself into his face as he started to kiss and lick on your folds.

yet isagi feels like its not enough, he kept on pulling you down more with his arms around your thighs but you keep coming back up for some reason. it didn’t satisfy isagi, so he stopped licking on your pussy and looked at you with such gaze that completely gave you goosebumps. “baby, i told you to sit down on my face” he never sounded more serious than he is right now. “but i am sitting, hun” your little innocence play won’t do it for isagi, but then he slapped your ass. earning a moan from you, he speaks again “use me like a chair, don’t give a fuck if i can’t breathe, i asked for this, fucking suffocate me, can you fucking do that?!” he has a bit of a tone in his voice, he’s mad you thought, it also angers you that he has to talk to you this way.

you grabbed a handful of his hair and sit completely on his face, all your weight sitting right on his face, just like how we wants to. you can feel the smile that he has on against your pussy and lick it like a mad man, like he hasn’t eaten anything in eternity. isagi can’t help but to moan against your pussy, his shorts are becoming more and more tighter now, he could cum right here and now because of the treatment that he’s experiencing , arms still hugging your thighs and squeezing the fat of it. “mmffuuhhck” his moans are muffled by your juices and pussy, “aah fuck isagi keep lickin’ you man slut. make this worth my time” you moaned. isagi didn’t let you down and started licking faster, and slurping all that juice and just let it mess up his face.

“mhhfhhhmmmhhf” isagi moans from below you, the sight of him under you gotta be the most prettiest and hottest thing you ever saw, “you look so beautiful down there yoichi— ahh— g’nna make me cum already” you threw your head back as you started gripping his hair tightly and grinds on his face, chasing your own high.

he grips on your ass fat as he went on and on, he wants to see you cum, he wants to see what kind of face that you’re gonna make when he makes you. nails digging deep to your flesh as isagi is really devoted on making you cum sooner, he tried his best to look at you and see your face but you’re now riding his face desperate for some release “yes—yes—ahhhh yoichi—hah fuck g’nna cum” with a few more flicks of his tongue on your clit and riding the fuck out of his face, you came right on his face.

i few more heavy breaths to gain back your senses right after that orgasm but you remembered that you’re still sitting on isagi’s face. you got off quickly and there he is, smiling like a happy man, his chin, cheeks, neck and even the pillow under him is all wet with the mix of your juices and his saliva, but there he is smiling like an idiot.

“yochan, you look fucking dumb right now” you joked but then he gets up and crashes his lips to your mouth. surprised by his sudden actions but you still kissed back, and tasting yourself in his mouth.

he pulled away while still grinning “taste good right?” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head and wipe his face with it.

he got up from the bed and removed his shorts “how about sit there and be pretty and let me fuck your mouth now?”

ah shit, it’s payback time

thanks for reading my good stuff 😋

[xdaddysprincessxx]

Din Djarin x f!reader

Somnophilia: a sexual interest in engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person

A/n: okay so I’m terrified lol this is my very first time writing Din! This is part of the writing challenge from @iamasaddie 😘 this is short, sweet and hopefully good!

Warnings: reader does have bewbs & a vagina, the moodboard does not represent reader in any way, it’s just for aesthetic purposes, lightly edited, all mistakes are mine

Wc: 495

Tucked away in a soft bed on the planet of Naboo, Din was fast asleep, snuggled tight in your arms. After getting married, the two of you always slept naked next to each other. His face resting on top of your breasts. You had just woken up from a wet dream, desperate for your husband to bury his cock in you. As you held him, you took in his features; the lines in his face soften, his cheeks fuller than when you had first seen his face. You brushed a curl out of his face, deciding to see just how much you could touch him without waking him, you gently run your nails against his scalp.

A soft, sleepy moan escapes your loves lips as you gently press yours against his forehead. You wait a few beats before running your fingers through his hair once more, adding just a tad bit more pressure when you scratch his scalp.

He doesn’t move or make a sound this time.

You give an experimental roll of your hips, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you try to chase a little friction where you need it most.

He squeezes you a little bit tighter in his sleep as he rubs his face on your chest before settling back into a deep sleep.

You give it a few beats again before you start tightening your leg over his a bit more and grind on his thigh. It starts slow. Barely any movement at all. His muscular thigh fitting perfectly between your thighs. The most beautiful friction against your little bundle of nerves. You started to pick up speed, grinding faster. You squeezed your eyes and lips shut in fear of making any noise that would wake Din.

Your breathing hitched as you get closer and closer to your sweet release, the pressure building and building. You keep grinding your sopping wet cunt against your husband’s thick thigh.

A burst of stars and colorful dots cloud your vision as you begin to cum. Din’s thigh seems to feel even better, almost thicker as though he’s flexing. Your chest heaving with silent moans, your arms practically squeezing his head as you held him tight to your breast.

As you started to come down from your high, you loosen your hold on his head and thigh. Having been so lost in the ecstasy of your orgasm, you completely forgot your current state. You gently reached down to touch his thigh and sure enough you left a bit of a wet spot on your husband.

You figure since he’s asleep he won’t notice it so you roll over, pulling the blanket up over your shoulders.

As you begin to drift off, you feel Din shuffle behind you as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you back into his body.

Just as your on the brink of sleep, you feel his breath near your ear, his lips brush against your neck,

“My needy mesh’la”

[astralnymphh]

okay hear me out right… horndog!farmellie thats so incredibly horny that she cums untouched in her boxers from you kissing her neck and sucking on her nipples 🤫

ughhh the usual horndog!ellie !! always so sensitive when the tables turn n she gets pleasured ౨ৎ MDNI !! very lovey dovey

setting the scene, night time, both of you reclined supine into the cushy nature of your bed, crafting a little gully in the mattress with your combined weight. a thin sheet wisped over the curvature of your bodies, rippling the material perfectly across your thighs– neglecting the toss so it leaves your loins and torso exposed to tottering candlelight, every groove highlighted and cast in umbrage, she looked of a delectable nature, lying flat to your raised–elbow poise. your index, soft as a plume, rides the fleshy rise of her bare breast and merry–go–rounds her bumpy nipple. she seizes up a breath, indenting the skin between her ribs lightly, mouthing, "fuck.." at the sensations. on the contrary, she'd be the one rousing every bit of your body to her relentless touch– but not tonight. in these little hours, these little, loveable hours, her flesh and bone would rather lie rot to your touch, an all–consuming caress. beryl eyes move to and fro, shimmy side to side, trailing after your encircling fingertips. then, her pupils dart, and find sightly purchase on your lips. how they curve, and flush a streak of pigment when you bite down with those pretty teeth of yours. a shared idea seems to floodlight the dark cavern of both your heads because as soon as a gasp flows down her gullet, it catches. hitched, like a mouse in a trap. your mouth hollows over her perked nipple, suctioning the flimsy nub between squeezing lips. every interval, you suck, wrinkle your lips to a pucker, and pop with a wet smack. it tasted of nothing but skin, and that wasn't an issue. the natural tang of skin was enough for you, and a lot for her. a coil begins to slink tighter and tighter, tickling the lubricous, aroused walls of her vagina. the irk a throbbing clit brings, comprised decuple the volume of sting it ordinarily would. for that sting, she clenches, like a string had attempted to flip her cunt inside out, drawing wads of frothy clear precum to dribble cold along her perineum, and far between the vale of her ass. the chopped whinnies of els' pitching suffrage all but clogged your skull, egging you on as those little noises stain your susceptible impulses, especially, certain words of,

"fuckkk you, god–",

"don't be gentle, fuck, please..",

"you' trynna make me ruin m'boxers? mhh–",

to be gentle with her was an anathema. she harbored a love–hate relationship with tender touches. the time it takes to tilt your partner over a climax cliff with teasey–tricks, renders it slow and painful, painfully gratifying. a cold thumb tamps her opposing nipple down, flopping the bundle of skin on all sides. that move? oh, that move was a curse, in fact. the time given, she tilts that blurred line between a rising climax and wetting up her boxers like a spout. and so, she cracks. "uhhn– fuckfuckfuck, mh!" she squeaks, pushing her shaken thighs harsh into the spongy bed as she cums. a gush of sticky warmth runs past her tremoring hole in lacy serum ejections, simmering a dark–hued splotch, taking a heartly shape on the plateau of her boxers, inseam tightening her fat pussy lips apart. a leak of it dribbles downward and makes merry with her smushed asscrack, smearing skin as she wriggles. you coo, "hmm, so sensitive– are we pretty girl?" as your lips drag off her suffused, swollen nipple, glistening with your bubbly saliva. a grunt grizzles in her chest, prior to her gripe of, "d–don't, call me that.." cause nuh–uh, she's 'spose to call youuu that. you chuckle, lips curling nasal creases, "hah– okay, how 'bout handsome girl?" and she just tosses her eyes off bounds, partaking her focus in the dramatic swell and heave her chest breathes, too embarrassed to gaze upon you. a smack of your lips, a rise of your body, and a stuffing of your head to her cuddled neck gets her talking again, wincing at the sanguine bite left in your rein of loving torture. one last gasp, she shudders, "f–ffuck, swear to god,"

"you make me crazy babe."

[holybibly]

You know what we need? More chapters of my little empress. 😭🥰

Your wish is my command. Unholy thoughts of the day: The Black Swan of the Empire - The great General Kang Yeosang finally gets the chance to show his beautiful Empress how much he adores her. Or Yeosang fuck you deep and sensual in the rays of the rising sun as your majestic, divinely beautiful husband watches.

Yeosang has waited a long time for the moment when he can really show you how much he adores you, and when he finally gets the chance, he doesn't plan on rushing with you. He fucks you sensually and slowly—he pushes the whole length of his thick cock deep into you, right down to the base, until his heavy balls are pressed against your plump, soft ass cheeks; sometimes he just inserts the head of his cock into you and pulls it out painfully slowly, watching as the mushroom-shaped, reddened flesh is left with shiny traces of your slime coating it with a sweet glaze.

His eyes roll back in pleasure, his mouth parting in a low, throaty moan as he feels you squeeze around him, trying to keep his cock in your tiny cunt. You collapse so beautifully on his cock, leaking sweet juices for him, that he desperately wants to lick off from your pussy, your beautiful, tight, emperor pussy, still dripping with viscous Seonghwa's cum after he's fucked you before. With every thrust of his cock, he could see the milky, sticky liquid sloshing around where he was stretching the delicate edge of your hole.

"Uh, huh… I… I… it feels so good… your Majesty…" He moaned. " You are so fucking amazing, my beautiful Empress, your cunt is taking me so well.' He says. Yosan thrusts into you with all his might in one deep thrust, as his hand cupping your large, heavy tit, which is dotted with the purple and pink hickey marks of Seonghwa. " I'll feed your pussy so well with my cum, feed it so well. Make it sticky and full, fill it up to the brim until your belly is bloated with it, my Empress."

You shriek into his ajar mouth as you feel the light touch of fingers on your clit. Seonghwa lazily strokes the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves with his fingertips, smearing your mucus over it and stimulating you further, causing the silky walls of your cunt to tremble and close tighter around Yeosang's cock.

"Look at you, my star; your pussy takes Yosang's cock so well. Do you like the way our handsome general fucks you, hm? You're so wet for us. Who would have thought that a beautiful lady would enjoy the feeling of another man deep-fucking you while your husband watches? I can see the remnants of my sperm spilling out of your hole with every move he makes, my star. So tempting, I want to try it." Yeosang lets out a deep moan in response to the crude and vulgar words the Emperor was saying. He continues to fuck you while Seonghwa tortures your clit, rubbing it in tight, aggressive circles.

The squelching of your wetness, Yeosang's pre-cum, and Seonghwa's sperm as the big, velvety girth of the magnificent general slid in and out of your tight hole was loud and disgusting. Seonghwa was mesmerised by the way your pussy clung to thick, moist Yeo's cock and how the slightly stretched edges of your vagina trembled each time he fully came out of you. 

"Your hungry cunt swallows my cock so well, my little empress." The low growl in Yosan's voice gave away the more sadistic part of his personality as he began to enter you harder, slamming his hips against your arse, making your delicate skin tingle and blush. He savoured the way your eyes filled with unshed tears from the overwhelming sense of pleasure he and Seonghwa were giving you now and the loud, squelching sounds your cunt was making around him. "I can't wait to feel you on my tongue. I want you to fill my mouth with your sweet goo as you come for me."

You found it hard to speak, the hot excitement flowed under your skin, making you helpless and pliable to them. Suddenly, Seonghwa's fingers left your clit and you watched as your stunningly handsome husband crawled across the bed until he was kneeling behind Yeosang.

He looked sinful, one side of his snow-white silk robe was completely fell off one shoulder, his long pink hair was dishevelled and slightly stuck to his damp, flushed cheeks, his dark, bottomless siren eyes were completely focused on your pussy as he stuck out his tongue and ran it sensually over his swollen, kissable lips. You could see how heavy and hard his cock was hanging between his slutty thighs as the hem of his robe fell open. The rumours were true - your husband's sexual appetite was insatiable and deep.

Seonghwa wraps her graceful arms around Yeosang's waist, pressing her chest against his back and resting her chin on his shoulder. The contrast between them is striking - predatory and dark Seonghwa and divine and heavenly Yeosang, like an angel and a demon, hungry for your soul. Seonghwa's lips curl into a lustful grin as he presses them to Yeosang's ear and whispers hotly.

"Why don't you do it right now, my magnificent general? My beautiful black swan. Her pussy is so silky and soft, you'll love to feel it with your tongue. And God, she tastes so good, like heaven, you won't be able to tear yourself away from her". Seonghwa runs his long tongue down Yeosang's neck, pressing on his pulsing, bulging veins, making the handsome general moan lewdly and you feel his cock twitching inside you. "I order you to eat her now Yeosang, you can come in her later, I want to see your tongue fucking my beautiful wife's sweet little hole. Let her squirt all over your angelic face."

"Fuck, yes... I'll show my empress how much I love her." He pulls out of your pussy, leaving your used hole trembling and clenching around the emptiness. He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times before slapping it against your soft, smooth folds, rubbing it against your clit a few times, causing you to cry out and arch your back and pushing your pussy closer to him. "That's it, my love; moan for me; let me hear how much you like it." Yeosang dips the thick, swollen head into your entrance one last time before pulling away from you completely.

Seonghwa lets go, allowing Yeosang to reposition himself and sit comfortably between your legs. The general's strong hands spread your legs wide apart, pressing down on your plush thighs and holding them still. Your cunt is completely exposed—juicy and delicious, like a real gourmet delicacy. Yeosang lets out a stream of drool, enjoying the sight of it landing on your pussy and flowing between your folds.

"Please...please, Yeosang, Your Majesty, I beg you."

"Hmm, are you begging now, my star?

How can we refuse you when you beg us so sweetly? Make her come, Yeosang; make her squirt." Seonghwa presses down hard on the back of Yeosang's head, as Emperor burying his beautiful angelic face in your cunt.

Yeosang growls, rubbing his face against your wet emperor pussy, smearing your slick all over his cheeks and chin, his tongue roughly and insistently spreading the tender, wet folds of your pussy, licking you shamelessly, noisily lapping up all your juices as if he can't get enough of them. He wants to be your perfect, obedient boy. His beautiful face rubs against your cunt, desperate for your praise. The sounds of his enthusiastic sucking and swallowing are loud and clear. He drinks your pussy like it's divine ambrosia.

Seonghwa moans, opens his robe completely, and wraps his hand around his hard, velvety cock, stroking it lazily as he watches Yeosang pleasuring you. His other hand is still guiding Yeosang's head, occasionally tugging at his long strands of black hair, causing the general to moan into your folds. His pink, kissable lips are pressed possessively against your swollen clit as his tongue slides over it repeatedly, heated and insistent. The vibrations of his own moans and sobs excite you even more. As his tongue penetrates your vagina and he licks the pulsating walls greedily, you come, splashing wetness all over Yeosang's face.

"Yeosang... Oh God, it feels so good..." You squeal loudly, writhing in Yeosang's arms.

The sight of your juices squirting out of your sweet little hole makes Seonghwa growl like an animal, his eyes completely clouded with dark, demonic lust as he pulls Yeosang's head away from your cunt and pulls his face down to his own, greedily licking your cum from his cheeks and mouth.

As soon as he seems to be satisfied, Seonghwa pulls away from him, only to press down his own forehead against Yeosang's wet one.

"Fuck her now, Sangie, breed her magnificent pussy."

[ms0milk]

pitch in a teapot

sanemi x inn keeper

reader has a business to run and sanemi can't help but watch you do it well, barking orders, teaching firmly, smiling and scurrying around like a fancy little bell. There's something he's been trying to get out of you all afternoon but chores keep stealing you away. cw MDNI, frustrated thunderstorm quickie, reader w vagina + penetration, slight manhandling, desperation and a little bit of sass. 4.1k

thank you so much my darling @neiptune for requesting a little sanemi this @ficsforgaza season! you were so generous and patient waiting for this to come out, I hope you enjoy angel

Six bowls of soup upstairs and an old man somewhere in the bowels of the inn with a limp and half a shoe. Right, okay, send two girls to the garden– no. One to the garden and one to the kitchen. That’s dinner taken care of as long as the scholar with the fat pony– donkey, maybe– doesn’t regurgitate an encore of the rakugo performance that couldn’t have been funny in the first place.

You roll the sleeves of your apron slightly tighter in their tasuki. The cyprus walls of your inn bleed fragrance before summer thunderstorms so you make a mental note too, to order storm doors for the second floor before the clouds go black and blue. Incensed breeze, juniper, wisteria, paper windows, one foot, the next, again, each step down the wooden hallway is a quiet knock. Each summer at home is heavier, heavier, and this year is the flood.

“Oi.”

“Not my name,” you blow from the corner of your mouth without changing pace. That breath was ready to jump off your lip before the demon slayer even called out to you; he hates doing nothing and hates even more what great pains your staff take to avoid his room.

“It reeks.”

“Excuse me?” You huff and this time do turn enough to interrogate him via glare. Sanemi, ridiculous, folds his arms in the doorway of a very nice room, a too nice room, without any of the appropriate embarrassment of someone who has been lying in wait. The stippled blue pattern of his robes doesn’t suit him. They clash with his ugly scars and uglier attitude but don't keep him from wearing the chest wide open like a well paid rent boy.

“Stinks.”

“Whatever of, princess?”

He growls and drops his arms as you brace for the lecture, “Demons.”

His heart is incapable of peace and yours with it, and every summer he’s assigned a post in your mountains by a master you’ve never met and who couldn’t possibly be sane themself. Four years of this. Four years of twelve weeks of sixteen-hour-days of the world’s most neurotic demon slayer.

“The whole property is wide open for any fuck to attack.”

You adjust your grip on a slender bucket handle and the cloth in your other arm and continue back downhall, “You always say that.”

“I’m always right,” he nags and pushes free of his bedroom.

You met Sanemi when you were sixteen and still working under your parents. He was a brand new hashira then and prone to fist fights, spitfire, bloodshed. Nothing special. Nothing new. Hashira come and die and new hashira come again. They arrive in flashbangs and ego and leave like everyone else, in pieces.

Your parents were calm, they had peace and practice, they ran this inn, they welcomed Sanemi with his summer floods. They loved him, took his counsel and died by it, and they probably wouldn’t have lost an old man inside the house. But this is your inn now. They aren’t here anymore and at your inn sometimes old men get misplaced.

“And what would you like me to do about all that, sir?”

The hashira keeps an easy military pace behind you, “The gardens need to be reinforced and–”

“Nine acres of wisteria arbor need reinforcement? Yeah I’ll get right on that.”

“The storm will take out ha–!”

“And the other half will hold until autumn. Go berate the kitchen staff for their unpreparedness– they’re all unarmed you know? Totally unprofessional.”

“Y/n–”

“Shinazugawa,” you spin and it all comes out as a threat, a hiss, instead of just a whisper so much so that the water in your bucket nips up your sleeve. “I am the lady of this establishment and you will not address me so familiarly.”

Dark cyprus, cool hallways, the undeniable scent of thunder. Sanemi rests his hand on his sword to glare like he does when his hands don’t quite know what to do with themselves. His eyes roam, quiet under long lilly lashes until they have traced the shapes your tasuki makes with your waist and rise again to your gaze. “We’re not fucking finished.”

“Go eat,” you snap and turn back down the hallway, red at the ears. Lady of the establishment, great job.

Feet aren’t complicated, bone to tendon, tendon to muscle, muscle to skin, one step and another. You tilt your head back and an eager girl rises to wipe sweat from your temple.

“Like this,” you hum and tilt the old man’s heel in your palm. He winces but lets you continue while the girl stares on. “When the skin is split like this it can’t receive moisture– sorry sir, better?” You set his foot on the hammock of cloth between your thighs, “So you need to soak it first before applying salve. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” the girl parrots, still unable to look away.

“Yes.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You smile through an eye roll but gesture for her to come sit beside you. You’ve been like this since he’s met you, too old for your body.

You’ll train anyone who asks, hire any runaway girl, absorb the cost of thieves when runaways are exactly that, and you will wash old men’s feet before eating dinner with the self preservation of a samurai. Famously long-lived, those. Sanemi has to look away when you take scissors to the gnarled yellow nails and almost covers his ears when your pupil starts asking you questions about it.

“Feels good right?” You chuckle at the man’s response to your ministrations, and then a little louder, when you realize just how seriously the girl beside you is trying to focus. Birdsong. “Do you have companions on your pilgrimage, sir?” He shakes his head.

You lean away again so the girl can dab your brow and push back stray hairs and turn back to explain overdetailed care instructions to this man who is obviously so embarrassed he can’t hear a word you’re saying. Something about tallow and socks, Sanemi tries to read the syllables off your lips and loses focus the second time your teeth catch damp and pillowed pink.

The man seated in front of you grumbles some and flexes a few fingers around his cane like old men do, but doesn’t protest your instructions. He nods instead of thanking you like a real tough guy.

“Fetch a new pair of sandals from the garden shed,” you instruct your girl who bolts up and out the door past Sanemi without so much as a breath. “And you,” you turn back to your patient, “keep the nails short, you hear?”

He nods again, increasingly avoidant of eye contact. Sanemi tenses in the dark outside the guest’s complimentary room and hates ungrateful fucks enough for both of you.

“And don’t skip any more meals.” 

The man’s wrinkled skin unfolds at his eyes and he pulls his legs back underneath him. You dry your hands after scrubbing clean in a soapy pot and stand to collect your tools. “I couldn’t find you this evening and I hate to lose track of my guests at mealtime.”

You are going to feed every stray you find until the economy collapses. Peasant monks, pickpockets– you’d put up a demon if its stomach growled. After too many unnoticed minutes watching you, following the white x between your patterned shoulders, eating your voice, warming the hallway, you finally pick out Sanemi’s eyes in the dark behind the sliding door. He’s waiting for you. You clear your throat for the broke old pilgrim one last time, “You don’t owe any money. Do not skip meals.” And bid him a wordless good night. The door cracks shut behind you. It isn’t late enough for sunset. Thunderstorms make it so dark so quickly and they mask the scent of blood with all their rain and iron. “What is it?” You deadpan and shuffle towards the stairs with all the confidence in the world a tenured hashira will work to keep up with you.

“Not fucking finishied with you,” Sanemi grunts, working to keep up with you. The apron over your service kimono forces your hips to sway in tight little circles and Sanemi sucks his teeth. He doesn’t look away.

Through the hallway and down the servant stairs, socks on polished wood, you tap, tap, tap nimbly to your next assignment. The room below radiates heat and life. “What do you want?” you whisper.

“I–” he slips barefoot on the slick last step into the kitchen and you stumble in your newly damp right sock. “Euh, I–”

“Mimiko!”

“Lady?”

“Wet.” You point behind you, palming Sanemi out of the way, and a free washerwoman dives for the spot with the rag tucked into her belt. The kitchen rages silently in the easternmost corner of the mansion; men and women sweat over donabe, rinse their body weights in rice, and beat little fires with littler fans. Two women and a boy linger just outside the paper door in clothes that match yours for formality and Sanemi assumes as he weaves through the bustle, that they are responsible for bringing food to customers and for doing everything they can not to sweat through their pretty borrowed uniforms. Your own kimono is purple tonight, a cool little shape bobbing nimbly between flames.

Sanemi opens his mouth to shout after you and shuts it again just as quickly to grind his teeth instead as you lift your apron over your head. You let a girl feed you a spoonful of something on your way out of the room and she wiggles when you nod several times before ducking through the door.

Laundry next, then a double check of the firewood cache and the whole while Sanemi occupies your shadow. A few times you hiss over your shoulder at him for looking so gruff, for looking like a bodyguard, for making your customers imagine your distrust of them, always you bite back before he can get more than a few words out but mostly you just scurry in preparation for the storm picking up warm wind outside.

You avoid the entrance with him so close in tow, armed and obstinate, but make a show of circling both tatami halls where guests come after dinner on rainy nights to stretch and smoke by the brazier with strangers. A female musician trills her koto. The sky hasn’t let loose a single drop of rain yet but wet hangs like a fog and thunder scents the air ahead of its arrival. As Sanemi trails the outer walkway of the mansion behind you, the sky bleeds with the last of day’s light in the cracks between bruised and racing storm clouds.

“Second floor secure?” You confirm with the men slotting thick panels into grooves where paper doors usually go. They nod in their white uniforms. Beyond the porches, beyond the east garden and its fat green vegetables, beyond dogwood trees and sarusuberi and maples that have begun to tremble violently in winds buffeted by humidity and nightfall, the wisteria arbor glows. You radiate a cool purple pull beside him just like your flowers.

The arbor surrounds the property on all sides for half a mile and all three paths away from the house are barred by gates of twisting wisteria vine. The inn belongs to your family, but does not serve Ubuyashiki. Theirs is not the only house that discovered a use for these flowers. Yours is not the only wisteria business in the country. 

“Do you see that?” You murmur at so much the same tone as the wind that Sanemi almost cannot hear you.

Three years ago he left before the end of summer, called away to investigate a massacre nearby. A tree fell that season. It crushed a straight path through the edge of the mountain forest and onto your property where, lured by so much blood and wine, a pair of sister demons descended through the broken orchard and devoured everyone who wasn’t fast enough to hide in the flowers like the slayer suggested they should in an emergency. Your parents evacuated the house and died in it with the guests who couldn’t walk on their own. Nestled under three braided vines at the far edge of the property, you listened to them die.

The winds kick up sand from your vegetable garden and you step off the porch into the start of the storm. Tiny and purple. “Y/n!” Sanemi lunges for you. His sword whips the meat of his thigh and you step out of his way before he can grab any part he intended to. The men on the porch watch you both scramble through the backyard. You snap at the strange guest and duck when he swings a hand towards you, hop in your sandals when he tries to trip you into his arms and dart away like a dragonfly.

“Get back here!”

“Go inside!”

“Y/n!”

“How dare you!”

“Motherfucking, Y/n!” 

“That’s enough!” You bark and twist back towards the garden shed. Your pupil left the door wide open and all its shining tools caught your eye across the yard. Sanemi was staring when you stepped outside. His eyes feel like beads of sweat on the few bare parts of you. His gaze is all teeth on the back of your neck.

With all but one storm door up, not a single guest can hear the ruckus you two kick up outside in the prologue of the storm. “It’s about to pour!”

“Then go join the other guests!” You shout through a particularly violent breeze and you have to grip to the break in your kimono closed. He does not. By the time you lay a winded hand on the wall of the shed, it has started to rain.

A silencing wall of water falls from the back of the property straight towards you. It kills dust clouds in its path and paints every surface soaked in a perfectly straight line. Sanemi rushes from behind and nearly lifts you off your feet to get inside the shed as you watch the supernatural army advance on your home.

“Shit,” he grumbles and winces when the rain overcomes the little shed and splashes off the pavement into his face. He pulls you deeper inside and you jolt. The first crack of thunder is a scream that shakes the ground, “Scared of thunder now?”

“Scared of my profit margins, you oaf.”

Under his shoulder you are glaring at the storm between this shitty stuffy shed and your business. You are so small and wrapped so tightly in layer after layer of fabric. It must be hot. The damp drips down his open chest and thighs, it frizzes his hair at his ears. You must be sweating somewhere in that formal getup. Wet glistens at the curled little hairs on the back of your neck where the skin is just barely visible and it sparkles under your high collar.

“I can’t walk back inside soaked,” you groan, “there’s not enough time to change before final rounds.”

Sanemi takes his hand off his sword. There must be damp parts of you hiding from him. He brushes his knuckle up the bare skin of your neck, across your throat, and you falter slightly.

“Sanemi–”

“Nuh uh, don’t address me so familiarly,” he smirks and cups your cheek in his big hand when you jerk around.

“That’s not–!”

“Not what?” He smiles now, and drops his hand back to his sword so that you might find your own weapon and finish the fight. Four years of this.

You shove a finger into his chest, “You’re such a clingy fuck Shinazugawa,” and shout a little because you know the thunder will hide it. A sudden gust blows the sheet of rain sideways and straight inside the open door of the garden shed, up your dress and down his robes and through your prettily pinned hair. “Y/n this, y/n that, I’m busy Sanemi, I’m stuck in a shed! You’re the only one who calls me and people think we’re fucking! You want my attention you have it so please tell me all about the demons that’re gonna slurp up my customers and fuck my taxes to shit and–”

The door creaks in Sanemi’s hands even through the oceanic sounds of storm when he begins to close it. He nods as you get louder, nods as he slides the door closed and flicks the latch.

“Do not,” you growl, “there’s five thousand–”

“Five thousand little bitches in there lost without direction? They’re fine, Y/n.”

“Don’t call me that here.”

“They’ll survive, little lady.”

You spit, “not better.” And the new humidity of the closed shed begins to swallow you whole. It fills your throat. “What about all the demons you’ve been crying about?”

“You’re such a cocky cuss.”

“And you’re needy,” you taunt. It’s Sanemi’s turn to wince and his frustration starts to drip from all those places he shoves it away from you. He's been gentle with you since that summer. He lets you interrupt him, he follows where you go. “I watched you check perimeters this morning, you don’t need to talk to me about demons.”

“Eyes everywhere huh?” His throat is pink, “Lady of the house.”

You grin and pull him by the loops of his robe into your tiny purple kiss, “Shut up.”

“M’lady,” he growls against your lips and succumbs.

Four years of stolen touches, lips on damp summer skin, coming out of empty rooms too ruffled and pulling the hashira between your legs without disturbing the folds of your work kimono. “Don’t call me that either,” your breath hisses against his throat like an iron and he drops his sword quickly to gather you in his arms.

Too much fabric. Shovels and shears clatter against the floor and one another when the thunder shakes their little house again, and they tremble at every thump and roll of your body against Sanemi’s. He pulls your hips against his and guides your legs around his waist so he can sink into those soft parts of you. So he can tilt his head back to look up at you, so you can pour your kisses down his throat like wine.

You drag your nails up the back of his head when he offers his tongue to your lips, biting, suckling, drawing out gentle sounds and eating them before they compete with the rain outside. Where his hips dig into your own the folds of your skirt fall apart. Legs that glisten with sweat and rain part nicely for him and his own robes grow clingy with exertion where he grinds hard against you. Every subtle roll breaks your concentration in kisses, in lips sliding, begging with salvia and rainwater. His hands cup your cheeks, thighs, the collar of your kimono shudders open for him when he dips to suck bruises under your jaw and the swordsman’s hand loses control as he grips your belt to free you from all this formality. He’ll press crescents into your breasts, he’ll lower his tongue through your peach sweet folds and drink until you cry– but you pull his head back with a sharp yank of your wrist.

Your breath comes in clouds. The inn glows with candlelight across the yard but the light through the shed’s window is too weak. Welts of lighting illuminate the flush of your chest and cheeks. Two seconds of bright and twelve of dark warmth, shaking swirling thunder and then only rain. Sweat rolls from your temples and into the depths of your kimono. It’s been days since he’s had you like this and longer since you’ve had true privacy, others a whole yard away.

You can’t be gone long, he knows. Staff watched you race in here together, watched him shut the door, he knows he knows, he just can’t put you down yet. He leans in for another kiss and you let him fall close enough for his chest to crush yours before pulling back on his hair again.

“Y/n,” he’s suddenly not above begging but you hold his gaze tight. You watch him as your hand slips between the place your bodies meet. Pretty fingers reach for the heat between his legs. Pretty knuckles ghost over the swell of his robes and draw the fabric aside instead of ordering he bring you back inside. Sanemi’s cock perks up in free air as high as this position will let it and rests heavy under the swell of your ass.

He kisses you again, toothy and smiling and when you kiss him back your sharpest teeth clink together. He ruts into your desperation against the wall, harder than the rain, harder than the wind that threatens to blow your shed away and you with it. Obviously he wouldn’t let it but the thought that nature might be jealous of the rumple you made of each other drives him harder against you. Slipping, cock hard and suddenly shifted up against the hair under your belly. Peach fuzz yields to warm slick and Sanemi drops his head to your chest when he shudders to avoid whimpering into your mouth. He slips through your folds with a tight hold still under your thighs and drags himself up, down, up, hypnotized always by the faces you make when you’re trying to keep quiet.

The scars across his body are forever numb, but when your clammy hands paw is his chest he swears he can smell color. He can touch light when you pull his face back to yours frantically, when your hips with all their fabric flowing off of them buck sloppily against his, when he thrusts once deeply inside of you and forces a broken gasp from the back of your throat.

Before you can catch your breath your lips have crashed against his and his hips against yours. Sanemi keeps the relentless, restless, starving pace you like and knows he’ll last only the next few minutes before the worst of the storm blows over. Again and again he carves a palace for himself inside of you. You guide him with the falter of your kisses when he finds that perfect spot and with the slick that coats both of your thighs. Your voice escapes you in choked whimpers, his name comes out in hiccups. You’re a little bell in his arms folded in half and singing for him.

Again and again, out and so deep back inside, Sanemi’s feet grip the floor as he plunges his hips into yours and both of your bodies into the swelling wood walls. His rhythm staggers as you flutter around him and with his head against your shoulder he watches the circles you draw on your clit with the tips of four clumsy fingers as your other hand muffles your voice. He grabs that quieting wrist without thinking and without taking his eyes off the place your bodies connect with lewd squelches and sticky white threads. His threatening grip, his thick cock and your fingers push you right over the lip of your pleasure and fluttering becomes milking spasms quicker than Sanemi can think to treat you gently. That half-sobbing voice he loves so much cheers him towards his own climax and the more sensitive you grow the easier it is to coax those sounds out of you that you try to keep hidden, “Don’t– don’t be so quiet.”

“Inside,” you whisper in reply and draw his face into your hands as his pounding stutters in pace and loses all flow completely under your dreamy gazes. Sanemi can’t keep his eyes open when he cums. His pretty lilly lashes flutter with lost concentration. He shudders, ruts you deeper into the wall and groans with release as he fills those swollen wet parts of you. Warmth pools in your belly and trickles off his cock still buried. Sweat falls like the rain outside.

“Wanna taste,” Sanemi rumbles without setting you down or stilling his thrusts fully. He nuzzles somehow farther into the dip of your collarbones. Soft snow white hair, a heartbeat in the fingers that grip you. Every twitch of his hips is a starving ache.

“C'mon,” you grin, “dinner’ll get cold.”

“Let me taste you.”

“Sanemi, what will I eat if you eat me?”

“Have a few ideas,” he smiles back through the trembling of the shed in encores of thunder and gale. A leak tip tap tip taps nearby. Four years of this, maybe more.

[aizawas-dryeye]

➭ravenous (satosugu x reader)**

content: polycule, threesomes, reader has a vagina but gender neutral pronouns, dom!gojo, switch!geto, switch(ish)!reader, multiple orgasms, anal and vaginal sex, spitroasting, oral (p and v), throat fucking, cum eating/swapping, cum as lube, top!gojo, bottom!geto, creampies, overstimulation, train choo choo, petnames (baby, lovey/love, slut literally once), author is ovulating

words: 2.8k

ko-fi

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

i was gonna post this tomorrow morning but im nice

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This is how you die, you're sure of it. After a painfully long month without seeing your two boys, they waste absolutely no time pawing at your clothes and dragging you to bed when you finally walk through the front door. And they must be in a mood with how rough and punishing they are, as Gojo drills his long, pink cock in and out of your hole, seemingly with the intention of fucking into your cervix. Unlike Geto, who made sure to pull you to the edge of the bed prior so your head hung off before gripping your neck and pushing his cock past your lips slowly.

There is truly nothing you can do, or say, or even think at this point as the two ravage you, filling up your greedy little holes to the point where the only thing you can do is listen to the glorious sound of the two men moaning in unison. Every now and then the noise will muffle, only to be replaced with the slick sound of lips slotting together in a desperate kiss. Your cunt clenches with envy, unable to watch the way Gojo is inevitably pulling at Geto's long hair at the root, and how the latter's eyes are no doubtably rolled back.

Gojo is the first to pull away, panting against his lovers lips as his hips stutter against your ass. "Fuck, baby," he groans, pushing your thighs up further to spread you wider. You moan around Geto's cock when Gojo lands a few playful slaps on your clit with his finger tips, making the other squeeze your throat even tighter before relenting.

Gojo scoffs. "Y'too nice," he says, his voice all playful and gravelly. "Sluts like this enjoy suffocating. Fuck into their mouth a little deeper, hm? Good boy. If you c'mere I'll kiss that pretty neck of yours." He talks about you like you're not even there, like he's doing nothing but teaching his boyfriend how to use a throat, and it makes your insides throb.

Those words alone are enough to make Geto fuck into your mouth like it's a pussy, whining as he nearly throws himself over you to cling onto Gojo, who makes good on his promise and sinks his teeth into his neck. "A-ah, Sato! S'good, they feel so good," Geto whines, barely able to get his words out through loud moaning. Your hands uselessly grab at his hips, begging with a mouthful of cock for him to slow down, but the bruising soreness in the back of your throat has your head going all fuzzy.

Especially when his moans start getting breathier, and his thrusts sloppier. He pulls away from the other man and braces his hands against your shoulders, unnecessarily pinning you even more. "Ah-haah, aah! F-fuck! Cumming..!"

You feel hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, almost soothing the soreness like warm honey. Before you can even think about swallowing around Geto's twitching cock, Gojo slaps your clit again, effectively grabbing your attention and forcing out a pained little whine. "Keep sucking him off, lovey. And don't swallow yet, got it?" he growls, fucking into you slower, deeper, wanting to drag this out as much as possible.

The way Geto gasps, nearly choking as you grip his hips to keep him from pulling away makes Gojo's cock twitch. His balls tighten and with the way your cunt is milking him, he can tell you're close too. Perfect. Gritting his teeth, he lets his cock slip out of you knowing how you'll whine, before crawling up your body to straddle your stomach. "O-oh, fuck... Wha's the matter Sugu? Too— hng— too much?" his voice pitches up when he runs a tight fist over his cock, eyes trained on the way your throat begins to bulge as Geto gets hard again, despite the sharp zaps of overstimulation that run down his spine.

It's a wonder how you haven't managed to swallow any of the thick cum in your mouth. Not that anyone would notice if you did with the way Geto's tip leaks like a damn faucet. His thrusts are shallower than before, but still maintain a desperate pace as he moans your name like a prayer. You feel him try to pull his hips away, but Gojo is faster. His free hand shoots out to grab his hip, forcing him back down your throat.

"Oh fuck baby, you gonna cum down their throat again? Already? It's that good, huh?" he moans, fucking into his fist now, feeling his orgasm bubble up like lava in the pit of his stomach. So deliciously hot he can't help but throw his head back, cerulean eyes pinched closed as his balls seize and his cock kicks as he orgasms, coating your chest and chin in ropes of hot, sticky cum. "O-oh, fuck fuck fuck! So fuckin' hot. My babies."

Geto hiccups, his pretty face beet red as his hips falter. He's so lost in the pleasure that his brain nearly short circuits when Gojo pushes him out of the sweet, plush warmth of your throat. Babbling pleas fill the stuffy bedroom even as Gojo manhandles him onto the bed, face down ass up like he likes. Geto's cock hangs, heavy and pulsing, between his legs as he looks back with lust-clouded eyes.

Gojo turns his attention back to you, grabs you by the cheeks and helps you sit up. His lips are on yours in a second, tongue seeking the delicious mix of spit and cum you so diligently kept in your cheeks. He all but scoops it from your mouth with his tongue, moaning lewdly at the taste. It truly takes everything for you to pull away, too worked up over pushing and pulling Geto's cum throughout your mouths as Gojo pants, groping at every inch of your exposed skin. You only do when Geto groans, staring at the two of you over his shoulder as you make a mess of each other. Glancing down, you see his long fingers are curled around his cock, stroking himself with a shaky rhythm.

You smirk and grab Gojo's cheeks to turn his face towards the raven haired man and his eyes light up. With a teasing pout, Gojo crawls toward his boyfriend and spits warm, frothy cum on his hole. "C'mere babe," he purrs, roughly pulling Geto down the bed so there's ample room for you to lay beneath him. You do just that when Gojo pats your bottom playfully; you lay so Geto's face is inches from your cunt. His eyes flutter shut with a husky moan when you buck your hips up, needing his touch.

"Looks like that pussy missed you, huh Sugu?" Gojo says, rubbing his middle finger around the other man's slippery hole. Fuck, he can already slip it in, but he resists, only lets his fingertip trace around the wet rim, watching it clench around nothing. "Give it a kiss for me, baby. Look, it's beggin' for you."

You squeal when Geto leans forward, near growling as he laves his tongue over your clit. He keeps your thighs pinned down with his arms as he moans into your pussy, eating you like his life depends on it. Like your pleasure itself is his life source. Even when he speaks— or tries to speak, not that he's totally successful when Gojo finally eases a finger into his hole— he's talking right against your cunt so you feel every vibration and breath. "They taste so good. Can taste you too, Sato," he says, voice hitching up when the albino man behind him gently fucks him with his finger.

Gojo grins, cock already hardening again as he watches Geto devour your cunt. It certainly doesn't help at Geto is fucking himself on his finger now, working himself up before the real fun can even begin.

"Don't tell me, tell them, baby," Gojo says, inching another long finger into Geto's ass. Geto sobs against your cunt, panting and babbling against the slick mess about how delicious, how divine, you taste. Always a drama queen, but you won't ever deny that his desperation doesn't make you soaking wet.

You feel him choke on a gasp when Gojo fucks a third and final finger into his ass, curling and pumping them lazily, just to open him up. He's sure to avoid Geto's sweet spot— he's an absolute nightmare to stop from cumming when he's like this.

When Geto sucks your clit into his mouth it's like fireworks go off in your stomach, and you're once again hurtling off the edge of an orgasm. You whine out stuttered little apologies, poor pussy spasming around nothing while Geto works you through it, licking your cunt in satisfied strokes. Gojo tuts down at you and pulls his fingers from his boyfriend's ass before smushing the tip of his cock against it to keep him quiet.

"Don't got to apologize, lovey," he says and you swear you see little hearts in his eyes. Like the sight of his lovers getting each other off fills his chest with pride. Pushing just a little, the head of his dick pops past Geto's ass, and he shushes his surprised whimper before speaking again. "Sugu was such a good boy, right? That's why 'm gonna reward you, baby. Why don't you get that cuties pussy ready for your cock, hm?"

Not that you needed to be prepped after having your hole fucked and licked open, Gojo just likes to be a tease. Nonetheless, Geto is quick to listen, easily shoves two thick fingers into your cunt and bullies your sweet spot. You squeal and reach out to shove his head away when he latches back onto your over sensitive clit, but he's fast too and easily snatches your wrists and pins them to your tummy.

"S-Sugu! Baby, slow down!" you yelp. It's like he's getting revenge for you overstimulating him earlier, and you honestly can't blame him, it's hot as hell. It only gets better when Gojo finally bottoms out and his hand comes down on Geto's neck to push him deeper into your cunt.

The two men moan together when Gojo gives a gentle thrust. Gentle for now anyways. "Oh, fuck baby," he groans, tossing his head back and tightening his grip on Geto's neck ever so slightly. "Fuck baby. You gonna take his cock? So I can make him fuck you till you cum?"

His hips gain traction with every filthy word spilling from his mouth. Satoru Gojo is a talker through and through, it doesn't matter the situation, time, or place. He loves to hear himself speak, and luckily for him, you and Geto tolerate it. You'd never say it out loud, but you both love it.

Geto whimpers with your clit in his mouth like a pacifier when Gojo nails his prostate over, and over, and over. He tries to keep steady, wants to eat your pussy like you deserve, but Gojo's thrusts push his body up the bed. His incessant whining doesn't help either.

Eventually he whines in defeat and detaches himself from your cunt, only to grip you by the hips and drag you further beneath him. So his warm, throbbing cock is pressed snuggly between your lips. Quickly, like he can't help himself in this state, he lets his cockhead catch on your hole before forcing it deeper.

The way he stretches your oversensitive walls makes your thighs tremble in his grip. He's slightly thicker than Gojo and you can feel each inch he pushes into you like electricity. A couple seconds of uncoordinated and desperate thrusts before the two fall into an easy pace. Every time Gojo drives his hips forward, it pushes Geto deeper into your cunt, nudging right against the spot that drives you crazy.

"Ggh—! You're tight, love. Shit!"

Gojo hums and leans over Geto's back so he can purr against his ear. "Mhm, you know all about that, don't you Sugu~?" He slaps the other man's ass with his free hand, and relishes the way it jiggles and makes Geto tighten up. It makes the cock inside you twitch heavenly, pushing right against your womb as Gojo uses him to fuck you.

He turns his attention to you, gripping your face with his long, slender fingers. "S'he feel good, love?" he asks. You're being forced to nod before you can even think to respond, because Gojo knows. His six eyes can easily detect the way you grip at the sheets and tremble beneath the two. Like you don't know what to do with your body when they get you like this.

Gojo moves his hands under your knees and uses you as leverage so he can hover over Geto and hammer into him harder, subsequently fucking you harder. This angle has Geto’s cock pushing deeper, hitting that perfect spot with each powerful thrust until you see stars.

“S-Sato! Sugu! W-wait, wait— ah! I can’t!” Your eyes are blurry with tears now, but you do catch the way Gojo whispers something in your boyfriend’s ear. Then, Geto’s thumb presses against your clit and you nearly scream. Your back arches (as much as it can beneath the weight of two men) off the bed as your sudden orgasm runs through your body like electricity. Gojo holds you steady while he picks up the pace, working Geto’s body like a little fleshlight while he utters praise to the two of you. You’re not even sure the latter can form words at this point, not when your seizing cunt is clamping down around his dick and his ass is speared open. Best he can do is arch down and latch onto your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin through a staccato of moaning.

“Fuck fuck fuck, lovey, you’re so sexy. Both of you— shit! So fuckin’ sexy, yeah,” Gojo pants, digging his fingers into your thighs hard enough to bruise. Sweat drips down the valleys and curves of his toned torso, giving an almost sparkling, angelic look about him. Though, that could be the tears in your eyes.

You dare to glance down when Geto kisses down your chest so he can latch onto your nipple. His face is spread with an almost berry colored blush, also glistening with sweat, and his long hair frames his face in sweaty clumps. Oh fuck, you would cum again if your body didn’t feel like it was burning from the inside out.

“Haah, gettin’ tight,” Gojo grits out, giving Geto another slap on the ass. “Know you’re c-close, baby, don’t gotta hold it. Fuck, I’ve been on edge for like, ages. C’mon baby, cum with me.” His voice is utterly fucked at this point, all shaky and whiny, desperate to feel his partner milk his cock. Desperate to breed him more like, but Gojo keeps that to himself.

One, two more deep thrusts and Geto gasps out ‘Cumming! Cumming!’ before the two are moaning, shuddering messes.

Geto growls when he cums and gently bites at your nipple just so you grab his hair to yank him back. Unsurprisingly, Gojo on the other hand is the louder of the two. Always tossing his head back and keening in the back of his throat whenever he empties his balls. The contrast is cute and normally makes you smile, but your fucked out brain can barely even register the crushing weight when your boyfriends relax on top of you.

There’s a brief moment where all three of you catch your breath and slowly start to come back into your bodies that’s always pleasantly delightful after sex. Like you’re passing endorphins and dopamine between each other through skin to skin contact; your fingers in Geto’s hair, Gojo gently stroking your skin. If this isn’t heaven then you never want to die.

Geto is the first to move, raising up a little on shaky arms and Gojo follows suit. Hissing ensues when his cock slips out of you, and then Gojo’s out of him, but the two quickly find their places by your sides and snuggle up. Gojo even situates the blankets around you, not that you needed the warmth after that, always making sure to tuck his babies in.

You take turns giving each other little lighthearted kisses before your head hits the pillow. You know for a fact that your body will ache like nobody’s business tomorrow, but luckily you have two strong boys to massage you all over. Even if they act like ravenous beasts every once in a while, you know you have them wrapped around your fingers like a pretty set of wedding bands. Which doesn’t sound too bad at all.

[birthing1020]

Birth meme:

🤰2️⃣🚗ℹ️🛑✋️💦

ℹ️ = alley

Tags; female, twins, car, alley, birth denial, pushing the baby back in, orgasmic birth.

“Ow! Ow! Owww!”

You grip the steering wheel before tugging on your seatbelt to loosen it up on your belly. You’ve been contracting for over twelve hours with the same amount of progression — almost nothing, but of course during rush hour traffic, you begin to feel more pain.

“Can this traffic be any slower?!”

You groan in pain and rub your belly, feeling the little boy and girl inside your huge belly move and kick around. You were due any day now with twins and it might be in the middle of this traffic, not that you’d want to think about that.

A half hour goes by and you’re stuck as the pain in your swollen belly gets tighter and closer together, the most inconvenient time and you’re about to go into labor, as the traffic inches the contractions get stronger.

You moan out in pain and hunch over, luckily one of the side streets has an alley - not the best birthing area but you can’t wait an hour to get home and birth in your house, they were coming. You spread your legs in your seat and rub your swollen pussy through your panties. Conveniently you were wearing a dress and tight panties that cupped your laboring cunt the right way.

“Ohhhhh-.” You moan out with a mix of pain and pleasure, you grind on your hand as you hurriedly pull into the alleyway - hoping nobody else was nearby. You unbuckle your seatbelt and sigh with instant relief, your huge belly hanging out of your dress. Luckily you were short enough to climb into the backseat and that was your plan, but you first straddle the middle console.

You groan and press into the hard leather, grinding on the object. The feeling of pressure on the surrounding areas of your pulsating cunt, making you drip with pleasure. You moan out and slide your dress off, your big milky tits naturally bouncing - you wanted to feel as comfortable as possible. You finally slide into the backseat and lye on your back, your legs spread as you finally kick your panties off.

However, the contractions are still close together but not progressing any stronger! You sigh out in frustration and moan in annoyance, you might as well make the most out of this.

“Come out for mommy, babies.” You soothingly rub your belly and try to negotiate with the babies in your womb, you know it’s almost time but you have to practically force them out.

You spread your achy pussy folds that are already dripping with excitement and anticipation. You groan out and rub your throbbing clit, sliding one finger inside your cunt and the other in circular motions around the sensitive area. “Ooooh.” You arch your back and rub faster, your folds rubbing on your hand. “Oh, God!” You scream out. This pregnancy was making you very sensitive and you weren’t complaining. Your breathing hitches as you cum through a contraction, you groan loudly and bare down.

The pressure in your contracting belly and cunt, making you strain your legs and push. Your eyes widen as you realize this was it - you were going to birth your children in an alley. You grip the head rest with one hand and massage your pussy, your fingers rhythmically making their way in and out of your pussy as you push down again. “Oh my God!” You scream out as your breathing intensifies.

Your head goes back in pure pleasure, your hand cupping your cunt as you feel a bulge touch your hand. You push down again, your toes curling and digging into the seat as you let out a pained scream. Cupping the head and pushing into a slow crown, you pant and push the head back into your vagina, toying the entrance of your achy folds.

“Oh God, oh yes. Oh yes.” You close your eyes and push the head back in again, moving at your own slow and steady pace. The feeling of the huge head moving in and out of you is sending pleasure down your body. As you toy with the head again, fluids gush out of your vagina and you cum. Your water breaking as the baby quickly slides out of your fully pushing and laboring cunt.

“OHHHHHHH!” You scream out in pleasure and pant wildly, trying to catch your breath. You now realize you have to do this one more time —.

You bring your little girl up your chest and pant, putting the baby on your nipple. Your free hand now working on your bringing your next baby out. This one will be much easier than the last as you rub your more than sensitive clit, once again sending waves up pleasure down your body.

“Oh, God.” You pant out and push through a contraction, you scream with the pleasure and pain this birth is now giving you. You shut your eyes and cup the now protruding bulge between your legs, pushing the head in and out of your drenched cunt. The head is bigger than the last, expanding and shifting through your fold. You groan loudly and push the baby boy out.

A sudden pressure relief has now left your achy cunt and body as you pushed two enormous babies out of your stretched out vagina. You groan and latch the next baby on your other nipple, sighing in relief that it’s over.

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Can I request bully Ezra with a crybaby fem reader with separation anxiety

Yusssss!!! <3<3<3 this sounds actually so cute, like if innocent reader would have went along with it, i think this would have been the best way to really get to him too!!!

F! Crybaby Reader x Bully Yandere OC

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F!Reader, reader referred to as she/her, reader has a vagina, degradation(little slut, slut, ) dacraphylia, gunshot, dacryphilia, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, size kink

Status: Dating<3

Ezra gets up to leave the booth you’re sat in, and you grab the hem of his shirt, your already watery eyes downcast.

“What is it, slut?” He brings some rough, silver ring covered fingers to your face and tilts your chin up roughly.

He’s wearing a white button down, his sleeves rolled up to just below the elbows.

The veins in his forearm arm bulge, and you flinch before you quickly let go, and then answer defensively, “Sorry! I just don’t want you to go…” tears brim your eyelids.

“Aw, my little slut misses me already?” He squeezes your jaw a little tighter and jostles your head playfully. As he leans down closer to you, his other arm snakes behind you over the top of the booth.

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest. Yes!

He brought you to a pub earlier and was just about to ditch you here. “I’ll be right back, if you can keep it together for me, I’ll reward you.” He smiles at your pouty expression. No!

You watch his broad back as he leaves.

You’re sitting there in the booth alone, shaking to your bones with anxiety, trying to keep any stray tears from sneaking their way out of you. When you hear the *pop* of a gun just outside. Your body jumps and continues after that to shake violently like a chihuahua.

You think for a second about running out there, Ezra might be hurt! But you can’t. You know he’s fine… He has to be.

Soon enough, a blood splattered, six foot nine, strawberry blonde walks back into the pub, his two guys behind him.

He sits back down next to you, arm returning above your head behind you and his other now gripping your thigh. “Sit boys, I have a treat for all of you,” He tells his gang members while staring into your eyes.

Your insides flutter.

You lean forward and hug him around his mid section. He shoves you off of him quickly and looks away.

You smile to yourself, satisfied for the moment.

His grip tightens and you yelp and jump in the booth. “Eep!”

“Hah, I love when you make those stupid slutty noises,” Ezra purrs into your hair, his hand now wrapping around your shoulders and finding your chest.

He helps himself down your collar, and pulls your tit out, putting it on display as he massages it with his big rough fingers.

“You’re such a pretty little slut,” He coos.

He’s being so nice… Tears start falling freely now from your eyes and you sniffle as your insides continue to melt, and flow and pull toward his touches like the tide to the moon.

“That’s my pretty little slut, cry for me,” He roughly slaps your exposed mound, and then pinched your nipple, pulling on it as he does.

“Owww!” You writhe until the hand on your chest moves up to your jaw and locks you in place. His muscular arm is wrapped around behind your neck. He shakes you, and you sob.

“Keep crying,” the words rumble in his throat.

He enraptures your mouth with his own, your mind hazing as his tongue dances with your own.

The hand on your thigh roams to your pants button, and undoes that, and then the zipper fast after. His assault finds your swollen bud instantly, and he pulls his hand as far away as your tight pants allow and slaps your pussy a few times rapidly.

His fingers find your hole through your panties and he grabs them and yanks them to the side before diving into you.

His hand is pressed so tightly to you it feels like his palm is suctioned to your mound. He shakes his hand as his fingers continue to pump inside you.

He pulls away from you, fully removing himself and you hold your arms up to cover yourself and let more tears fall.

You feel so cold and empty so quickly from the warmth previous.

He on the other hand, was freeing his cock for you and getting ready to plop you down onto your throne. You can’t see that though through your heavy tears.

“Ezra…?”

“I’m here slut,” He gently picks you up under your arms and puts you over his lap. He puts you down a little ways first to pull your pants down far enough for access. Then he picks you up again and you press your hands onto the table to help.

He lowers you onto his member, letting it spear you open slowly. By the time he’s fully sheathed, he already bouncing you.

He pulls down your shirt so that both your tits are out now. They bounce roughly with your body.

The pressure inside you is too much with the force he slams you down, you feel like a fleshlight.

“Ezraaa!” You sob, “Kiss me…please?” You say in a desperate voice.

He flips you over in his lap, forcing a leg over his lap and then onto the leather and bent beside him. You straddle him, because he’s so tall it’s easier to kiss him, even in this position. You hold onto his shirt as if he’d disappear if you let go even just a little. The table is digging into your back harshly scrapping at you through your shirt.

Ezra’s mouth finds yours, he’s delicious, it’s a flavor that’s all his own, it’s comforting, mixed with a contradicting tenderness to his character… Like he’s really sharing an intimate part of himself with you just by kissing you.

His dick finally hits that spot that has you crying out at a volume that has any other patron that wasn’t looking before, aware of what you’re doing in that booth.

He pulls out and cums all over your stomach, while rubbing against your body.

You bury your face into his shoulder and nuzzle his neck.

Instead of pushing you off like normal, he just turns his blushing face away from you and tries to act nonchalantly. You giggle, happy and warm.

[usedtobecooler]

follow me down | steve harrington x reader

a/n: one tiny conversation with @loveshotzz caused a fire to be lit under my ass yesterday, thus this debauchery was written. it's good to be out of the smut slump! 2.3k words.

tw: EXPLICIT CONTENT 18+ MINORS DNI, gloryhole, dubcon, blowjobs, reader has a vagina, alcohol and drug mentions, anonymous sex acts, dirty talk, pet names, rough oral sex, masturbation, no protection.

Maybe this was a terrible, awful, bad idea, but as you sit on your knees in the darkened bathroom stall, you can't shake the nervous thrum of excitement vibrating through your entire body at what's about to take place.

This wasn't what you came out with your friend to do tonight — the plan was to go to this new kink bar on Main, party together and maybe take somebody home, if you were interested enough.

The drinks went down way too easily, the bass of the sensual music flowing through you both as you danced together, grinding up against one another without a care in the world. People were staring, of course they were, two hot women in latex in the middle of a sex club? It was inevitable.

Happening upon the secret bathroom was no mistake, your girlfriend pulling you in through the door and laughing in delight as she showed you, multiple private rooms behind blood red doors, slick grey door knockers adorned on them.

"It's all legit, I promise. No creeps, the guys on the door know better than to let them in here, especially Eddie, he would never," she'd assured, "let loose, babe. Put that talented mouth of yours to good use. I'll be in the next one over."

You eye up the stall, draped in red lighting, creating an aura. Taking in your surroundings for the next who-knew how long, with wide, curious eyes.

The hole in the wall itself was quite wide, clearly meant to be there as the plaster is perfectly cut in a circle, cute multicolored sparkles frame it alongside sharpied numbers and lewd messages.

There's a little box at your side, full of various single-use items you may need or want — disinfectant wipes, gum, breath spray, condoms, lube. You giggle, pleasantly shocked by the attention to detail that the club put into it all.

It's clear that this is what these stalls are meant for, to live out the deepest of fantasies in some sort of safety.

It's almost comforting, makes you want to go ahead with it even more, as you sit patiently waiting for somebody to enter the stall on the other side. Busying yourself with using a disinfectant wipe, cleaning any part of the stall that you think you'll come into contact with.

You're so preoccupied that you don't even notice somebody else has entered the room, until you hear the stall door next to your own click shut. Jeans so tight they almost look painted on ghost past the hole in the wall, nervous hands rubbing at the material.

"What the fuck is the etiquette in here?" The guy laughs, to himself mostly, no other greeting, and it's almost endearing. The nervous lilt in his voice obvious.

"I was expecting you to come in here and just shove your dick through the hole, to be fair," you giggle, picking up your drink and taking a sip, "nice of you to talk first, though. Hi, I guess?"

"Hi," he laughs back, breathlessly. You watch as he shuffles around on the other side, nothing more than a thigh and hand in your eyeline, the side of a zipper. Tighter fitting in that area than usual.

"So, do you wanna do this?" You ask, just for confirmation, veins thrumming with nerves and something akin to excitement, "I think I know the answer already, your jeans are, uh, very fucking tight."

"Shit, yeah. You— you're sure you're okay with this, right?" The man's voice is high pitched, whiny and a bit desperate, the clink of his belt against the stall wall enough to shock you, "I just— I don't do this, ever. But my friend he, he gave me these pills 'n I'm just so fucking horny, and you're, well. You're here and offering, God, I wanna."

You clench your thighs together, teetering between both knees as you get comfortable, "I'm okay with it, promise. I wanna, too." You confirm, voice lilted and dripping in desire, "Can you at least tell me your name, though? Wanna know who I'm moaning for."

"Oh, shit," he grunts, shuffling a little so you can see the tips of the auburn loafers he's wearing under the frame of the stall, "I'm Steve. Fuck, dunno if I should've used my real name but, who cares, right?"

Steve.

"Okay then, Steve," you gasp breathily, squeezing your thighs together once again, relishing in the relief it gives the dull ache on your clit, "wanna drop your pants and show me what you're working with?"

You sound far too confident, so confident that you shock yourself. Your hands shake, brain foggy still from one too many tequila shots and bubblegum flavored cocktails. But, Steve's right there and unzipping his pants in your eyeline, your bleary eyes zoning in on tan, slender fingers that you suddenly wish were inside of you.

"Can you— are you okay with me telling you what to do?" Steve asks cautiously, pulling open his jeans and getting ready to drop them. You bite at your glossy lip, the way the denim hangs almost frames the thick bulge in his tight black underwear. You store the picture in your memory for later.

"I like being told what to do," you admit, soft and sweet, "sometimes my brain gets all fuzzy when I'm into it, and I need to be reminded how to act, y'know?"

Steve lets out a strangled noise, a soft chuckle echoing in the room immediately after, "I'll remind you, honey. Don't worry your pretty little head about that."

Your confirmation, the air of arousal in the small space, suddenly has Steve flipping like a switch. You watch with wide eyes as he tugs down his offending clothing covering his thighs, pushing the layers down to his knees, out of his way. His cock springs out, weighed down by its own sheer size, thick and cut.

"Christ," you mutter, your mouth watering, and you desperately grab for the drink you carelessly abandoned at your side, swigging the last of it for a bit of courage. The burning of dark alcohol settling deep and warm in your gut.

You stare unashamedly as he grips the base of his dick, strong fingers wrapping around it, somehow looking dwarfed now. Your jaw already aches and he hasn't so much as pushed the tip past your lips.

"Open wide, honey," Steve's voice drips in sex as he coos his pet name for you, domineering and strong, a very different version of the man who came into the room just minutes earlier, though you can't say it's not a pleasant change.

Your mouth hangs open, tongue lolling out over your bottom lip, putting on a show for the man who can't even see you. You shuffle a little closer, going cross eyed as the wet tip of Steve's cock slides through the hole. You tentatively flick your tongue against the weeping slit, getting a taste of him in your mouth, before wrapping your lips around the head, gently suckling on the salty skin.

"Jesus-fucking-Christ," Steve groans, sighing blissfully as you start up a steady rhythm, allowing saliva to pool on your tongue and help glide your way along his thick shaft, jaw unhinging as if on autopilot for him. The clean, musky taste and scent of him driving you fucking insane, your hands coming up to touch the wall at either side of your head as you bury in further, choking yourself on him.

You know you're sickeningly wet for it, for Steve. Your core runs hot and aches as you lick and suck every inch of his cock you can get to, whining high in the back of your throat as his salty pre slides down your throat, coating your tastebuds in him. It's almost embarrassing how much you enjoy it, losing yourself in making him feel good.

"Y'r so good at this, baby. Fuck me," Steve's forehead thumps against the stall, jolting you slightly, has your rhythm faltering momentarily, teeth grazing ever so slightly down his shaft. He groans, loud and unashamed, punches his hips forwards until you're moaning around your mouthful, vibrations shocking the prettiest sounds from his lips.

"You're rough, huh? Hands on your knees, like a good girl," Steve grunts, rocking his hips into the stall and pushing deeper into your mouth until he's hitting your gag reflex — your throat tightens automatically at the intrusion and he moans, animalistic and needy.

Your hands move on instinct, coming to rest on your thighs, just below the hem of your dress. Your fuzzy head does the work for you, relaxing your jaw and throat for the impending assault. Your panties drip with arousal, eyes rolling into the back of your head, the idea of being used like this doing unspeakable things to your body.

Strong, tan hands wrap around the top of the stall, gold rings glinting in the low mood lighting in the room. You whine, loud and unabashed when you see them grip the plaster. Mind racing at the thought of those hands all over your body.

"Bet you look so fucking good with my cock down your throat," Steve groans, tiny little grunts escaping him as he punches his hips forward in sharp thrusts, "you feel so fucking good, holy shit. Good fucking girl, taking all of me like this."

You know you look obscene — saliva running down your chin, lips raw and puffy, eyeliner and mascara smeared down your cheeks from the tears that spring from your eyes. Your throat feels wrecked, stuffed full on Steve, and you finally show yourself mercy, hand running under your dress to run over the seam of your cunt.

The slick noises of fluid soaked skin crescendo in the room, filthy and disgusting in the most delicious way, erotic and adding to the senses that get you closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers slip deftly over your slick cunt, working at your clit until you're choking on a sob, body alight with how good you feel.

"You crying, baby?" Steve coos, rocking into your mouth again, tears pooling below your top lip, adding to the salty mixture in your mouth, "You're lucky the walls between us, if I saw you crying I'd only go rougher, I'd break you."

You wail, fingers slipping from your pussy as his words rattle in your ears. Your tongue flicks over every inch of him you can get between the harsh thrusts, swallowing him down and mapping out every bit.

"Can hear you fucking yourself in there," Steve comments, and you can't find it in you to even feel embarrassed, not when he's rammed so far down your throat that you're struggling to breathe and gagging, "so fucking hot, wanna watch. Wanna pull on your hair and fuck that tight little throat harder."

Your knees ache, your jaw feels like it's splitting, whole body alight with the pleasure-pain that courses through you. It's like nothing you've ever felt before.

Steve chuckles, an animalistic noise tearing from him when you suck a little harder, chasing his cock as he tries to pull out. Your core burns hotter with every passing swipe of your fingers on yourself, chasing your high so desperately that you can't find it in you to be mortified.

"You close, honey? You've gone a little stupid on my cock," he comments, tutting at you, "if this is how dumb you get on blowing me, I can't wait to see how dumb you get when I'm buried deep in your pussy."

You whimper, tears spilling down your cheeks as you shudder through your orgasm, your cries muffled with Steve's cock. Your fingers work on your clit until your hips shake, slick drips of your creamy release sliding down your inner thighs.

"Perfect little slut," Steve grunts, hips beginning to stutter in their rhythm, a constant stream of steady praises spewing from his lips, "can't believe you came sucking my cock, I'm a fucking stranger. I'm gonna cum, y'r making me cum, holy fuck."

One, two uneven thrusts later, and Steve's hips shove forward for a final time, cock kicking up on your tongue as he releases inside of your slackened mouth. Your brain and gag reflex barely cooperate, some of his load sputtering out from between your lips as you struggle to swallow it all.

Steve's loud when he comes, moaning so unashamedly that it echoes in the room, and you're so sure that your friend in the next one over will hear him, maybe even the one over from that, too. It's mortifying how attractive you find it.

There's an awkward silence once all is said and done, his spent cock slipping from your lips once you're sure he's finished. The sounds of heaving breaths and clothes shuffling are almost deafening in your ears, as you sober up from what could be considered a mind melting experience.

Steve zips his jeans up on the other side, awkwardly chuckling, "Uh, thank you for the best blowjob I've ever had in my entire life, stranger."

You bark out a hoarse laugh in return, shocked by the casualness of it, though it's so endearing — and inflating for the ego, "Thanks, Steve. It was a pleasure getting to suck your dick."

Steve laughs for real that time, breathless and almost incredulous, "I don't know if this is, uh, kink etiquette or whatever but, I'm in this ridiculous black satin shirt. Hairs high enough that you can see it through the crowd, or so my friend says. Come find me out there?"

You're shocked into silence for a moment, brain running on overdrive, trying to comprehend the invitation to actually go see him, after all of that. You feel ridiculous, how could you be prudish after sucking off a stranger?

"Or not?" Steve asks, with a deflated little huff.

"No!" You awkwardly shout, cringing internally, "Uh, I absolutely would love to, Steve. I'm in a black latex dress, I have a red pentagram necklace on, it's hard to miss."

"I'll see you out there then, honey."

[domm1etae]

𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶

y/n x yeosang

oneshot | mdni

1.6k

On their day off, Yeosang and his lover get lost in a steamy, slow-burn moment of passion, vibing with each other’s every touch and kiss, ending with a sweet exchange of "I love you’s" that makes everything feel just right

nsfw tags under

f/m, top yeosang, reader has vagina and breasts but no pronouns used to refer to reader, sex, kissing, slow burn, make out, i love you

author's note: felt like i haven’t seen a Yeosang fic for soooo long, so I decided to write one myself, hehe. enjoy baddies!

The afternoon sun streams through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. It’s a rare day off, one of those precious moments where time seems to slow down, allowing for nothing but the pure enjoyment of each other’s company. The world outside could be bustling with noise and activity, but within the confines of this room, there’s only peace. The two of them had spent most of the day just lounging around, sharing lazy kisses and whispered conversations. There had been no rush to do anything or be anywhere, and that’s what made it perfect.

Yeosang had been especially tender today, his touches lingering, his words softer than usual. It’s as if he wanted to savor every second, to make sure that every moment spent together was etched into memory. He had always been attentive, but today, it was different—there was a quiet intensity in the way he looked at his lover, as if trying to communicate something unspoken. And it wasn’t long before those tender touches turned into something more.

Heavy pants and quiet moans fill the room as arms wrap tightly around Yeosang’s shoulders, nails digging into his bare back. His groan at the sensation is muffled against a lover's skin, but it doesn’t slow him down. If anything, it spurs him on, his lips trailing lingering kisses along the curve of a neck. Each kiss is deliberate, a reminder of how much he adores the person beneath him. His plump lips are hot against skin, just like the way he holds on while rolling his hips on top.

In this moment, every sensation feels magnified. The way his body presses down, the warmth of his breath against skin, the gentle rhythm of his hips—it’s overwhelming in the best way possible. A name escapes in a whisper, “Yeosang…” Fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. The thought crosses the mind: how did they get here? The answer is clear—after an entire afternoon of making out, of exchanging heated glances and playful touches, it was only a matter of time before things escalated. The tension had been building, bubbling just beneath the surface, and when it finally broke, patience ran thin. Clothes were discarded in a flash, tossed carelessly to the floor, and after getting each other off a couple of times, this is where they ended up.

Missionary, with one lying beneath him while he sets the pace, hands exploring every inch of exposed skin. It’s a familiar position, but there’s something different about it this time. Maybe it’s the way his hands can’t seem to stop roaming, or the way his eyes hold a depth of emotion that wasn’t there before. He just can’t help himself, and there isn’t a desire for him to stop for anything in the world. Each touch, each kiss, feels like a silent declaration of love, one that doesn’t need words to be understood.

“Love you…” he mutters, his lips brushing just below the earlobe before lifting his head to take in the sight of the face beneath him. Though he often gets shy when kissed, right now there’s not a trace of embarrassment on his face. His sincerity is palpable, and the intensity in his gaze is undeniable. There’s a thought that passes through his mind, one that makes his heart swell with affection—how did he get so lucky to have someone like this? Someone who understands him, who sees him for who he truly is, and loves him anyway. The thought makes him want to hold on even tighter, to never let go.

“I love you too,” comes the whispered response, a head tilting back as his lips travel down toward the chest, leaving a trail of kisses. The words hang in the air, filling the space between them with warmth and reassurance. There’s a sense of security in knowing that the feeling is mutual, that this love is something real, something worth holding onto.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs between mapping out the area from collarbones to breasts, eliciting a shudder when he sits up to let his palms glide down a lover's body. His big hands find their way to thighs, guiding legs to wrap around his hips. The way he touches, so gentle yet firm, makes the heart swell even more. There’s a thought that lingers in the back of the mind—how does he manage to be so perfect? Every movement is precise, every touch is deliberate, and it’s clear that he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s in no rush, taking his time to explore every inch of skin, as if trying to memorize every detail. The burning desire behind his unhurried movements is undeniable—he knows there’s all the time in the world to spend like this, so why rush? It’s a luxury to be able to take things slow, to savor each moment, and he’s not about to waste it.

"Baby," comes a soft call, prompting him to lean in for a kiss at the corner of a waiting mouth. The gesture is so tender, so full of affection, that it makes the heart ache in the best way possible. It’s a reminder that, despite the intensity of the situation, there’s still so much love here. This isn’t just about desire or need—it’s about connection, about sharing something special with someone who means the world.

"Hm?" he hums in response, warmth radiating from his body as he presses closer, arms snaking around his torso, holding him tight. The gesture draws a chuckle, and Yeosang brings a hand to a lover's face, thumb brushing gently across a cheek. "I love you," he repeats, capturing lips in a deep kiss, setting a slow, savoring pace. Every moment feels cherished, leaving one wanting even more. There’s a thought that flits through the mind—how can something feel this good? How can one person make everything else fade away, leaving only this moment, this connection, as the center of the universe? The thought is fleeting, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of being completely and utterly loved.

"I have an idea," he says, breaking the kiss to reach for hands that were clasped behind his back. There’s a moment of anticipation, of wondering what he’s planning, but before the thought can fully form, fingers are already intertwined, pinning the lover down on the bed. The action sends a thrill through the body, a shiver of excitement mixed with a deep, abiding trust. "Is that okay?" he asks softly, receiving a nod in response. There’s a thought that passes through the mind—a realization that there’s no one else in the world who could be trusted this completely, who could make them feel so safe, so cherished.

As if given the go-ahead, he begins rolling his hips again, slow and deliberate. The thrusts are so intense that it’s not long before the pleasure overwhelms, leaving the head spinning. The sensations are almost too much, too intense, but at the same time, it’s exactly what’s needed. There’s a thought that surfaces—this is what it means to be loved, to be completely and utterly consumed by someone who knows every part, every secret, and still chooses to stay. It’s a thought that makes the heart race, that sends a rush of warmth through the body.

"Y-Yeosang..." the name is mewled quietly, brows knitting together as the sensations take over. There’s no point in holding back now—everything is too intense, too overwhelming to keep it all inside.

"Louder," he urges, each thrust making it harder to hold back. "Let me hear you." The request is impossible to deny, and soon the room is filled with the sounds of pleasure, each moan met with a matching sound from him. There’s a fleeting thought—why hold back when this feels so good? Why not let go completely, give in to the sensations, and trust that everything will be okay? It’s a thought that lingers, even as the pleasure builds, rising to a crescendo.

As another climax builds, his pace quickens, signaling that he’s close too. There’s a sense of urgency now, a need to reach that peak together, to share in the ultimate expression of love and desire. "Baby... 'm gonna cum..." comes the breathless confession, met with a strained "me too." The words are barely out before everything comes crashing down, the intensity of the moment leaving them both breathless and spent. A few more swift thrusts, and both are undone, collapsing beside each other.

Silence falls as they lie flat on their backs, hands still intertwined, saying nothing. There’s no need for words—the connection between them speaks louder than anything that could be said. A thumb begins to trace circles on the back of his hand, a soothing gesture that brings a sense of calm. When heads turn, eyes meet in a gaze filled with fondness. There’s a thought that passes through the mind—a realization that this is what true love feels like. It’s not always about grand gestures or declarations; sometimes, it’s the quiet moments like this that mean the most.

"I love you," is whispered softly, bringing a shared smile. Yeosang brings the hand up to his mouth, placing a tender kiss on the knuckles before replying,

"Me too." The words are simple, but they carry the weight of everything that has been shared, everything that is yet to come. And in that moment, lying there together, there’s a sense of contentment, of knowing that this is exactly where they’re meant to be.

[princesayumi4k]

Tomura was pounding already senseless into you, breathless, gasping for air as he fucked you.

You, your face thrown into a pillow carelessly, your back arching as you ass is seeping with his cum.

Him, one leg on either side of you, one standing and slightly bent to the floor, pounding into your ass senselessly as he spits on your back.

"P-please...don't cum inside me...I'm full..." You begged.

"You can always fit more inside, can't you?" He laughed, "Worthless slut can't take a bit of cum, hm?" He whispered as he puts in more thrusts, the warm cum from before renewing as hot cum fills your ass. "Your ass is so much tighter than your throat...this is fun." He chuckled softly, spitting and then spanking your ass hard.

"Fuck!" You moaned hard into the pillow, he gripped onto your ass before spanking it one last time, he pulled out and it made the most disgusting wet noise, your asshole gaping and seeping full of cum.

"Fuck...your ass is dripping, baby." He whispered, you heard him release his grip on you and then footsteps away, you turned your head just to see him sit in his gaming chair, he felt your eyes on him and he just eyed you with a smirk. Is he fucking serious...?

"That's not funny." You groaned, turning to your back and laying on the bed, ass still wet.

"Careful, don't give me attitude or I might have to rail you again." He warned with a smirk.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" You raised your head up to look at him.

"Both, darling. Now get some rest." He gestured his hand to the pillow.

"Then c'mere." You whined.

"No. I'm playing a game." He laughed, almost a scoff.

"You're annoying..." You grunted.

"So are you, but I deal with you everyday, isn't that right? Hmm?" He smirked.

"Ugh." You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah? Keep scoffing, baby, keep on. See what happens if you do." He sat up in his seat, his controller on the desk.

You scoffed again, just to see his reaction before he got up out of his seat and before you could move he pinned you to the bed.

"You fucking slut. Already begging for more...you're so fucking dirty." He growled, grinding his dick on your gooch/perineum.

QUICK NOTE: A gooch is for when a male has skin of where a vagina would be if the male were to have female genitalia. A perineum is skin between the end of the vagina and the anus.

"You're so fucking hot..." That's all you could mutter out. And it was true. He was acting so hot.

"Shut the fuck up, disgusting whore." He spit out, getting closer to your face before capturing your lips in a heated kiss, quickly becoming a make out session, he kept grinding before his precum started leaking, (and if you're a boy, so did yours.) you moaned into his mouth, but next thing you knew, you were kneeled in front of him, his dick in your mouth and his hands gripped your head, thrusting into your throat like a fleshlight.

[nothorses]

Wait do most guys on t not 'get soaking wet'? I mean I've always 'overlubed' a bit, but but I've been on t a little while now and I feel like I get wetter now than I used to, which is saying a lot. Am I that abnormal?

I'd say it's abnormal in the sense that it's not the common experience, but I don't think that means you need to be concerned about it.

"Vaginal atrophy" means a lot of things, but essentially, it's the same thing that happens during menopause (which also means that resources for people experiencing menopause are often helpful to people with vaginas on testosterone HRT). The hormones that keep that tissue healthy are no longer present in the way they used to be, so the tissue is atrophying over time.

My personal experience has been that while my libido went up & I experience arousal more frequently/intensely, my body's physical response to arousal- lubrication & relaxation of pelvic muscles for easier penetration- is pretty significantly reduced, and takes a lot longer to happen to the degree that I need it to in order for penetration to be comfortable. i.e., I am dryer and tighter. I also have found that I'm dryer overall, and sometimes feel itchy because of that; a little lube helped me go about my day when it first started happening, now I don't really notice it.

During my last pap smear, my doctor noted minor redness, inflammation, and irritation, which she said was typical of folks on testosterone HRT & wasn't anything to worry about. The skin is more delicate and easier to irritate, and that's about all.

You might be experiencing some but not all of the symptoms of vaginal atrophy, or you might be experiencing them more mildly, or you might be early enough in the process that it hasn't been noticeable yet. If you feel like you're actually lubricating more than you used to before HRT, I would also wonder if maybe your libido is just higher? But I'm not a doctor, let alone your doctor, and I have no way of making a worthwhile guess here.

If you're getting the changes you went on T for, like... "vaginal atrophy" is not typically one of the desirable changes anyway, and unless you actively want that, you probably don't need to worry about it. You can and should talk to a doctor if you're feeling concerned about any of this at all, though- I'm just sharing my own personal experiences.

Also, for everyone reading this:

"Vaginal atrophy" can sound scary, but

It's normal and natural, and it happens to everyone with a vagina who gets old enough for menopause to start,

It's entirely- and easily!- treatable, and

It's a reversible effect of testosterone HRT, and things will return to normal given a little time should you ever choose to stop.

You might consider asking your doctor about topical estrogen cream if you want to reverse the effects of vaginal atrophy without interfering with your T. This is also a common treatment for folks who go through menopause.

There are lubes out there specifically for folks experiencing vaginal atrophy as well; they're designed not to irritate fragile skin, and they can be helpful if you're experiencing a stinging sensation during penetration with normal lube (though again, talk to your doctor!! Please!!)

And as a side note: some people who go on T experience cramping (a lot like menstrual cramps) after a few years, and you can also often treat this with topical estrogen cream. I had some pretty severe recurring cramping that went away after a few weeks using topical estrogen cream. If a doctor tries to tell you that the only way to stop this cramping is by getting a hysterectomy, I would consider researching topical estrogen cream and getting a second opinion.

And lastly:

Talk to you doctor!!

[coallise]

New daughter

Young Vaggie kills her first sinner and Carmilla takes pity and promises she will never have to kill another. @korrasamiswan

I had another idea on how this goes but I wanted to get a quick one out for your request. I don't know if I'll try to make this a fully fledged story but if anyone gets inspired tag me.

Carmilla ducked behind a pillar. She heard the wing beats of the exorcists. Two of them landed, one wearing the normal uniform, tall and proud throwing a sinner down at her feet. The other was tiny, it reminded Carmilla of her daughters when they were younger. She didn’t have a mask so her short gray hair and gold eyes were on display. The little girl clutched her spear tightly to her chest.

“Go on, Vagina, kill him,” The older one ordered.

“But-” Vagina quivered.

“Kill him or else,” the older one threatened. Carmilla gripped the pillar tighter. Vagina sniffled and stabbed the sinner. Tears pouring out of her eyes causing her to chock.

“Done,” Vagina rubbed her wet eyes. The older exorcist smacked her to the ground.

“Crying over the damned? Pathetic. I expect you to kill ten more by the end of the night. Bring proof or I won’t let you return to heaven,” The older exorcist flew off and Vagina hiccuped and reached for her spear.

“I’ll be taking that,” Carmilla grabbed the spear and then picked up Vagina, “and you two. How about I bring you home? I have candy.”

“I would like some candy, but not for too long. I got to do my job,” Vagina sniffled as she rested against Carmilla.

Carmilla snorted. They ducked and dodged threw the buildings until they reached the safe house. Her daughters still sleeping peacefully as Carmilla made the young exorcist some food and gave her candy.

“Thank you, miss, but I got to go now,” Vagina smiled and went to get off the table but Carmilla grabbed her again.

“Hmm, no,” Carmilla bounced her as she brought Vagina to the bathroom where she started a bath. A nightgown already sat on the counter, “I think I’ll keep you. After all, you don’t want to kill right?”

“No, but I have to,” Vagina frowned as Carmilla undressed and started to bathe her. Getting every speck of blood and grime off the child.

“If I remember correctly, the other one said that if you don’t kill ten more, then you stay in hell. I quite like that idea, you staying in hell with me and my family,” Carmilla scooped up some bubbles and blew them in Vagina’s face.

Vagina stuck out her hand, “Adam told me how demons work, you like deals. If I stay with you, do you promise to take care of me?”

Carmilla smiled and took her hand, “like one of my own daughters.”

The deal was sealed and it was as if a weight was lifted off of Vagina as her gold eyes turned white on red to match Carmilla’s.

“I will tell you right now, I’m renaming you. How about Vaggie?”

“Vaggie works, love you mama,” Vaggie yawned and Carmilla finished the bath. Drying her off and putting her in bed with her other two daughters that subconsciously wrapped themselves around her.

////////////

Lute paced in front of the portal. It was time to go and there was no sign of Vagina anywhere.

“We are so fucked,” Adam huffed, “we have to go.”

Lute nodded and went into the portal. For his credit, Adam tried to hide it. But when Peter came to babysit he noticed one less child and told Sera, who checked the orb to find the kid in hell playing boardgames with her new family.

“I told you a million times that you can not bring the children to hell! They have to be at least sixteen!” Sera growled.

“We can just go there and get her back, no big deal,” Adam tried.

“No we can’t, she made a deal with her new ‘mama’, we can’t break it. I tried calling Lucifer and he laughed saying he would never even think of trying to take one of her children,” Sera said.

“Well, nothing more we can do, huh?” Adam shrugged.

“You are on sewer duty for the next five years.”

also @tanema123, thanks for helping

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Raiden x Reader x Fujin: Brothers Share (Lemon)

Time to continue from the lime I did while ago. We getting straight to it!

Warning: Threesome(?) They're taking turns idk if that counts since it's one at a time but regardless, SMUT ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Gods, s-slow down Fujin!" You could barely whimper from the amount of panting you were doing. Hell, it was getting hard to breathe at all. Fujin was fucking you a little too hard after all. Having you on your back and playing your flexibility so that your ankles were nearly over your head. All the easier for his cock to be angled correctly it punch straightly at your cervix, every hit making your vagina hug his length even tighter. As well as making you spill more.

"I'm sorry, love." Fujin quickly says. He does momentarily stop and press his forehead against yours. You could tell he was trying to be easy, but it doesn't last that long as he moans and goes back to thrusting hard into you.

You let him though. You knew he was just stressed. So supposedly letting him do this to you was the cure. Even if you most likely would split in two before Raiden has his go. You can see the other god sitting back on the couch, his large cock standing as he waits patiently for his turn. He does seem a little bitter he lost the brief argument of who got to take you first. It was a bit silly like normal boys arguing over a toy.

"And why should you go first, Fujin?"

"Because it was my idea to do this!"

Raiden only groans and steps back not wanting in on this petty argument.

Fingers gripping hard at the sheets, over stimulated tears ran down your face as you were about to cum again because of Fujin. "Fujin." You sniffled.

"I know. Just a little longer for me and I'll be done. Please." The handsome wind god spoke so caressingly for someone who was pounding your innards harshly. Slamming into you a couple more times, he buried himself balls deep into you before he finally cums. You tensed up at the throb inside you before you feel him release his semen into your womb. 

It was quite a lot. So much that when he pulled out, you leaked. The demigod wipes the pleasured tears from your face and kisses you sweetly. "I'm so sorry I was rough. I-"

"It's okay. I get it. It was fun." You immediately soothed him as he felt guilty, having your hand on the side of his face, thumb tracing his jawline softly. You both looked at each other with admiration.

"Done, Fujin?" Right. One more to go.

Fujin gets off you and sits to the side, looking at his brother in arms. "I am, Raiden." His eyes shifted to your recovering form and he was a little hesitant to leave. "I'll take my leave now. You two enjoy." He dresses back up before leaving. You got to smile kindly at him once more.

Now, you focused on Raiden as he steps to the bed. Gods, he is bigger than his brother. Both his height and his member only slightly. But could you even handle anymore rough sex? It took awhile for Fujin to cum. Is Raiden going to take longer?

"Y/n, do you want to rest?" Raiden asks. Raiden can be strict but he's still a good and fair man.

"N-No." You sat up, grunting a little as you were a bit sore. You grabbed your robe near the bed and put it on. "Just let me clean up a bit and I'll be ready for you."

Raiden nods and sits on the bed as you briefly walked out the room. Surprisingly, you weren't limping.

...

When you make your return to the room, you shook off your robe and stood before Lord Raiden.

"Are you sure you want to continue with this?" He ties his long white hair into a loose bun and asks for your confirmation once more. You nod, though you were a little anxious. Somehow, it's like he knew your thoughts. "I'm not going to be rough like my brother. You have my word."

He offers his hand, and you take it, the elder god consulter pulling you on his lap. Raiden doesn't want to be all over you like Fujin was, mindful of his size and the amount of energy you definitely lost after Fujin. You initiated the kiss. In some sort of perspective, you could tell he's shy. Large, awkward hands touching on your body but you irked him on by moaning softly.

Reaching down, you touched his cock and got it hardened and ready. Raiden is a busy man, so he forwards it and lifts you over himself before lowering you just on the tip to see how you'd feel. You went ahead and did the rest, moaning soft as you took in the rest of him until you were back sitting on his lap. 

Neither of you moved as you gasped a bit from your already aching walls being stretched again by something with a little more girth. "Fuck." You ended up whispering. Raiden lays back with his hands on your hips before slowly moving you up and down. You can adore his control of his strength, admittedly better than the other demigod, but you didn't know what's in Raiden's head.

By the Elder gods, he wanted to fuck you hard on his lap. Maybe harder than what Fujin did, but on the pure side of his mind, he will at least wait. Not until you had to open your mouth. "Stop holding back."

And within the next few moments, you two were off the bed. Raiden standing with you in his hold, thrusting up into you the same time he guides you down. You were back to the mess you were, getting very stimulated and out of breath. Only this time, you didn't even tell Raiden to slow down. You asked for it. 

"Quiet down." Raiden orders between his grunts. You try to. You really did try to. But with every feeling and thought of serving Raiden as a sex toy after his brother was making you lose it. It's likely he didn't even mean his command. Because how come when you moan loud you feel him twitch and thrust harder. The thunder god does like to be authoritative after all. 

Managing to wrap an arm around you and keep you held up to him, his free hand goes to his neck and he was starting to get more ruthless, his crotch slapping against you more and your insides getting more stuffed with his cock.

Maybe he is getting close to his orgasm. That's probably why his grip on your neck gets tighter along with more harsh thrusts. You made your wet cunt clench tighter around him, almost painfully but still felt overwhelmingly fantastic, so you could milk him. 

And finally, he does. Practically choking the hell out of you as he holds himself deep. He cums as much as Fujin does, so much overflowing inside you that it mixes with your own juice and spills out beneath you, onto his balls.

He catches himself strangling you and lets go of your throat, pulling out of you and laying you on the bed. You were definitely done for the night. 

Your vision was very blurred and you couldn't speak but you made out the door opening and closing. You thought Raiden had left so you let yourself pass out, not knowing he was only getting supplies to clean you up.

Knocked out until it was morning, you woke up, still sore. You winced to yourself as you sat up. You could've sworn you heard a flash and two people whispering something, and then another flash. Maybe just a dream. 

Looking to the side, you see a mug with a few treats sitting on the bedside dresser. Scooting to it you can see that the tea in the mug was freshly made and a little note beside the goodies.

"Thanks for spending time with us! ~Raiden + Fujin♡" ~~~~~~~~~~~~

[turtletaubwrites]

I Knew It Would Hurt ~ Part 9

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,715

This is part 9 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Series Link

Summary: You're waiting for the boys to make their decision. Waiting is really fucking hard.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Penis in Vagina Sex, I left out some tags to avoid spoilers but there’s nothing crazy if you’ve read this far already

A/N: Here's another rollercoaster, and it's the longest one so far! I'm super grateful for all of your interactions with this story. I've loved turning that little smut scene into this fun character dynamic, and I really hope you enjoy this next installment. Thank you!!

A soft knock at the door woke you, and for a moment you felt fine. Then you remembered. 

“I’ve got your breakfast, can I come in?”

Nami frowned when she saw you. She set your plate down on your desk, then pulled you into a hug.

“This whole thing seems like a lot of work. I’m here if you need me, okay?”

“Thanks, Nami. All I wanted to do was take a long shower, and now I might be breaking up with two people I’m not actually with.”

“Gotta be careful about those showers, they can fuck you up.”

You gave a laugh that might have been a sob before squeezing her tighter. 

“Love you.”

She pulled away, but grabbed your shoulders, leaning her face toward yours.

“Love ya too, weirdo. What do you need today?” 

“Um, can you bring me my field notes? Chopper knows where they are. I’m just gonna work in here today, I’m not ready to people.”

“Of course. I can bring you your other meals too if you want.”

Sighing as you nodded, memories of recent times in the kitchen fought you as you tried to shove them down. 

“Luffy really thinks you’re sick now.”

“He might not be far off. I feel like shit.”

After Nami came back to drop off lunch later, another knock came, freezing you on the spot. 

“Hi, it’s Robin.”

You cringed a bit, embarrassed for her to see you like this, but you let her in. Her eyes combed over you, lips pursing as she stepped inside. She kept a noticeable distance between you.

“Y/N, I came to apologize. I shouldn’t have been pushing you like this, I knew you were overwhelmed already. I’m so sorry I added to your struggle.”

“No, Robin, it's okay. You helped me! I really needed to hear what you said.”

Robin let out a breath, but her brows were still tensed. She looked down at the ground before meeting your eyes again.

“I shouldn’t have pushed myself on you. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Her normally steady eyes looked heavy, a sight she rarely shows.

Reaching for her hand, you felt a gentle smile warming your face.

“I’m not sorry.”

Her lips curled up just a bit, and she squeezed your fingers gently. 

“I’m so glad to hear that… How about we wait on that date until everything settles?” 

You almost argued that you didn’t need to wait, but you realized that you did. 

“Thank you, Robin.”

She brushed a strand of hair from your face, and you breathed in her lovely scent.

“Thank you, Y/N. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll do what I can to calm the rest of the crew.”

The comfort that Robin's presence left you with made you feel safer, warmer. 

But it was as if that feeling of safety made room for your body to feel the rest. 

Sitting at your desk staring at your field notes, your vision started to blur. You had to close your journal to keep tears from staining your monographs.

You kept your sobs silent, not wanting anyone to hear. Then you remembered why you’d gotten so good at keeping your screams quiet lately. You had to cover your mouth as you choked, louder sobs escaping you now. 

Why did I do this to myself? I knew it would hurt. Just not this much, not so fast. I should have stopped. 

But you hated that thought. The thought of not enjoying the short time you’d had with both of them. The pleasures, the laughter, the growing warmth. You didn’t want to lose any of it, even if it would hurt less. 

You tried not to think about what choice they would make. The only one you wanted felt selfish. You’d get to have everything.

And if you didn’t get to have everything, then it would be nothing. You knew that even if one of the boys chose to leave, and one wanted to stay, you couldn’t continue with only one. There was too much heat between all three of you. You knew it would drive an even bigger wedge between them, potentially tearing them, and the crew apart. 

I can’t do that. 

So it was all or nothing, and your body was preparing you for the worst. 

A knock shook you from your spiral and you moved to the door, expecting Nami. Wiping your tears and shaking your arms, you checked.

“Who is it?”

“Hi, Y/N. I’ve got your dinner, and I didn’t eat any of it.”

Your eyes went wide, but you let your captain in.

“Thank you, Luffy.”

He walked right in, setting your plate on your desk before plopping on your bed. 

You stared, not sure what to say. He pointed to your desk chair, and you felt suddenly terrified as you sat and faced him. He watched you like he was sizing you up.

“Robin told me and Chopper why you’ve been weird.”

“O-Oh?”

“I’m the captain, Y/N. I need to know my crew is okay.”

Fear iced through you, and you stared into your lap. He should kick me off the crew. I’m splintering his best fighters, endangering everyone.

His hand stretched toward you, and he touched your shoulder until you met his eyes. 

“It all seems a little crazy to me.”

You let out a near panicked laugh before you caught yourself.

“Yeah, me too.”

“But you care about them?”

His deep eyes looked so soft, his voice intense.

“I do.” 

Nodding, he crossed his arms. 

“They care about you too, Y/N.”

You felt your lips shaking, heat rising in your throat. 

“As long as you care about each other, and keep fighting for your dreams, I’m happy.”

Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as Luffy started to smile. 

“Can you be happy too?”

Your lips pulled into a strained smile as you tried to stop your tears. 

“I’ll get there, Luffy. It’s just rough right now. But I’m glad you’re my captain.” 

Luffy was beaming at you now, then stretched to ruffle your hair. He leaned toward you, and whispered softly.

“Will you keep giving me the extra food Sanji makes you?”

You burst out laughing, and Luffy’s smile stretched even wider.

“Yes, captain!”

Luffy grabbed you in a hug, twirling you as much as he could in the small quarters. This is family. 

As he left he gave you one more serious look. 

“Y/N, please tell me next time something is hurting you. I’m your captain and I need to know.”

“I promise, Luffy.”

All the emotions of the day had you feeling empty, but now it was more pleasantly numb. Your biggest fear of losing your place on this crew, in this family, those fears were shrinking away from you. Soft tears of relief left your eyes now, and you tried to comfort yourself against the hurt of losing Zoro and Sanji. At least I won’t lose them completely. 

That thought brought back more of the pain, but you shook it off. It was getting late, and you wanted to get some air. Steeling yourself, you picked up your dishes and went down the hall, hoping to sneak them into the galley before sitting out on deck. 

You crept against the wall, listening to check if Sanji was inside or not before heading in.

But you heard two low voices. 

“You don’t know her like I do.”

“I care about her, Marimo. I care about her enough to share her with you. Can you say the same?”

You tried to force your body to turn around, to head back to your room, but all you could focus on was not shaking the plate and silverware in your hands. 

Your heart was in your throat, and you felt faint as you waited for what felt like hours for his response. 

“Yeah, I can, idiot cook.”

A gasping sob escaped you, and you tried to cover your mouth. Instead, you dropped your dishes, the plate shattering at your bare feet. You stared at the broken porcelain, and started laughing hysterically. 

“Y/N!”

They both rushed out, concern in their eyes. 

“Are you hurt?” “You okay?”

You were too out of it to respond, and kept laughing as they both tried to lift you. Zoro won, lifting you in his arms, while Sanji brushed along your feet and legs, checking for glass. 

Your breathing slowed as you felt Zoro’s racing heart, and you felt like you could fall asleep in his arms. He carried you into the kitchen while Sanji swept up the broken plate.

Zoro placed you gingerly in the booth, his brows furrowed as he looked you over. 

“Needy, please. Are you okay?”

You smiled at the nickname, and looked at them both as Sanji joined you at the table. 

“I’m okay.”

Neither of them seemed convinced, but you couldn’t explain the rush of relief and happiness that had just torn through your already overwhelmed system. But you tried. 

“I didn’t mean to. But I heard you.”

You felt your lips quivering again as they both seemed to soften. 

“It’s okay if you still need some time to think-”

“I don’t need time my love-” “I’m good, Needy-”

Your cheeks hurt from the smile that stretched your face, especially when they both grinned back at you. 

Then your mouth stretched further into the biggest, loudest yawn you’d ever felt.

“You need some sleep-” “Let’s get you to bed, dear-”

Zoro went to lift you, but Sanji tapped his shoulder. 

“You just carried her, It’s my turn now.”

“I’m not letting a pervert cook into her bedroom when she needs to rest.”

“Boys,” you commanded with another yawn. “Flip a coin or something please, I’m tired.”

Your yawns were mixed with tired giggles while you saw them rustling through their pockets. Sanji’s satisfied laugh, and Zoro’s grumble gave away the winner. 

Sanji lifted you gently, and you smelled cigarette smoke and spices on his jacket. Zoro followed close, opening the door, and hovering while Sanji set you in bed, drawing the covers over you. 

“Good night, darling-” “Good night, Needy-”

“Night, boys…”

A soft knock woke you, and for a moment you felt all that sadness. Then you remembered.

You sat straight up in bed, hoping that it wasn’t a dream.

“Who-Who is it?”

“Your favorite navigator, lazybones. Do you want to come to breakfast?”

You jumped out of bed, stumbling.

“Yeah, I’ll be right out!”

Your reflection looked dazed, and you slapped your cheeks a few times, laughing. You hurried to get ready, and had to stop yourself from racing down the hall. 

Everyone was there, already digging into their plates. They all turned to stare at you with teasing, or cheesy faces. Your face flushed, and you bit your lip before climbing into the empty spot Zoro had saved for you. You were next to him at the edge of the table, where Sanji stepped up to bring you what looked like a mimosa with tangerine blossoms for a garnish. 

“Hey, why don’t I get one of those?”

“Apologies Nami, dear. I will whip one up for you right away. Would you like one as well, Robin?”

“That sounds lovely, Sanji.”

“Hey, don’t hog the booze, waiter. Make me one of those too.”

“You haven’t earned it, moss hea-”

Everyone's clamoring voices died down as you burst out laughing, almost hysterical, but so full of joy and relief. 

Luffy grinned, stretching to hit your arm lightly with his fist, Chopper looked confused, Usopp was asking Sanji for his own mimosa, and Nami and Robin laughed with you. 

The boys had stopped arguing, and were both staring at you. Until your skin flushed red again, and your laughter hiccuped and faded. 

“Ugh. I love you, Y/N, but this is gonna get annoying real fast.”

You stuck your tongue out at Nami as she winked, and fell into quiet joy while you tried to listen to the group. 

Sanji kept bringing you delicious gifts, and you’d wink at Luffy so he could snag them. Each time Sanji came your way he would give you a soft peck on the forehead, or shoulder, or knuckles.

A low grumble moved through Zoro, but all he did was wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his warmth.

Feeling like you were going to pass out, you didn’t even hear most of what the crew were saying while they teased you. 

You caught yourself doing your happy food wiggle dance, and couldn’t seem to stop, even humming now and then. The crew left the three of you there, and you didn’t hear their goodbyes, just beamed lazily at them.

Sanji brought his plate to the table, and cleared his throat until Zoro begrudgingly scooted over, dragging you with him to make room on the bench. Sanji winked at you before diving into his meal, and you just sat there wiggling, out of your mind. 

“I knew you were fuckin’ needy.”

You laughed while Sanji spluttered, and you patted his knee to calm him.

“What do you mean, Zoro,” you smirked up at him, teasing. 

“You know what I mean. So fucking spoiled.”

“Don’t listen to him, angel. You deserve to be spoiled, to be-”

Another bout of hysterical laughter left you, and eventually they joined in. 

Finally, you gained some control of yourself, and tried to hold a conversation. 

“I’m so happy you both chose to stay with me.”

You stopped them both from speaking at the same time, realizing that it would be difficult to get much done with all three of you in a room. 

“We definitely need to keep checking in, and figuring out boundaries. I don’t think my brain is up for that today though.”

“What are you up for, my dear?”

“Mm, I like this,” you sighed, rocking back and forth against each of their sides. 

You caught Zoro rolling his eyes, and you stuck your tongue out at him. 

“What about you guys? Your needs matter too here. What do you need?”

Neither spoke for a minute, and you played with your spoon. 

“I guess, um…”

You looked up at Zoro, desperate to hear him actually express his fucking needs. 

“How do we figure out time for just us?”

He said those words softly, and you knew how huge it was that he hadn’t said it with anger or frustration. You smiled up at him, then at Sanji who seemed to be waiting with rapt attention. 

“Well, we can always check in, and change things if the system isn’t working out. But how about for now we stick to alternating days? Not just for sex, but for our time together?”

They both nodded, Zoro slowly, and Sanji with an eager smile. You squeezed both of their knees before reaching for the last of your mimosa. 

You sat back, and they both tilted to see you better. You fought more laughter at what a lovely pair they made. 

“Y/N, dear-” “So who-”

They glared at each other, until Sanji did a small mock bow to let Zoro go first. 

Zoro’s mouth twitched as he looked away from both of you before continuing. He didn’t meet your gaze when he finished his question. 

“Who’s turn is it?”

Your lips parted, and you watched them both look guilty while they waited for you.

This is crazy. How did I manage this?

Zoro cleared his throat, leaning with his elbows over the table.

“Yesterday was supposed to be my day.”

“Technically we didn’t finish my day before that.”

“You’re really gonna pressure her ab-” “You’re the one that’s pressuring her Mari-”

“Technically today was supposed to be Robin’s day.”

Your words shut them both up, and it took way too much effort to hold in your satisfied smile at their expressions. 

Zoro looked shocked again, as if he’d blocked that out of his mind. Sanji’s fists had clenched, and you could see the veins in his neck and face throbbing as he turned bright red. 

You couldn’t help it. A small laugh escaped you. 

“Don’t worry, Robin and I decided to wait on our date until things are settled.”

You could have sworn you heard a tiny whimper from Sanji’s throat. 

“How about we start things fresh with a coin toss?”

They both reached for a coin and threw them in the air, calling out the choice. You laughed as they both lost their own tosses. 

“Let me do it.”

You’d grabbed Zoro’s coin, and tried to mimic them. You kept throwing it onto the table, or failing to catch it. The coin would drop on your lap, both of them reaching for your thighs to grab it for you, growling as their hands touched. 

“Gods, can you guys just agree on which one of you tosses the coin? Pretty please?”

Sanji ended up giving in to your wishes again first, letting the swordsman toss. Then Zoro swore as the coin fell in Sanji’s favor. Sanji kissed your cheek while Zoro left the table after rubbing along your shoulders.

“See ya later, Needy.”

“Wait!”

You rushed over to your surly crewmate. The man who had walked in on you in the shower, and declared that you should fuck. You laughed softly at how crazy your life had been since that moment. And you couldn’t be more grateful for it if you tried. 

“What,” he asked, his brows tensing as you laughed.

“It’s nothing,” you whispered, standing on tip toes in a silent request for a kiss.

His look of surprise deepened your smile, and he gripped the hair at the back of your neck when he pulled you to his lips. 

A soft cough sounded behind you, and Zoro hummed as he pulled away to smirk at the cook. You nudged him out the door. 

Turning around, you saw his eyes wide, waiting. You leaned toward him, feeling his soft lips kiss the corners of your mouth before pulling you into his arms to breathe along your ear. 

“All to myself?”

Sanji’s raspy voice made you moan, your body still so ready even with all that had happened. You almost felt high, like all the emotions had left your body buzzing. 

You looked up into his soft eyes, watching his lips part when he noticed how heavy your breaths were. 

“D-Darling. I didn’t mean… Let me-”

He froze when you gripped his arms to keep him from pulling away. 

“I want all sorts of lovely moments with you, Sanji, and I know we’re going to have them.”

The sweet smile that bloomed on his face made your heart dance in your chest for a moment, and you had to take a deep breath. 

“I don’t want you to feel bad if we start today where we left off.”

You let heat fill your eyes as you wet your lips. Sanji’s eyes seemed to be pulled to your mouth, and you saw his breath hitch. 

“A-Are you sure?”

Grinning at him, you nodded as you bit your lip.

He lunged toward your lips again, but you pressed your hands to his chest.

“Maybe we should go to one of our rooms now that everyone knows?”

You gasped as he looked at you like he was about to eat you. 

“That’s too far, sweetheart. How about I take you in the pantry?”

You’d barely breathed out your ‘yes,’ before he lifted you into the air. He pulled you so fast, but still managed to grip you in a way that was comfortable. Your arms and legs wrapped around him, and he groaned while you kissed and licked along his neck. 

Setting you gently in the walk in pantry, he held your face while he kissed you before rushing out. You tilted your head after him, but moaned when he returned with a condom and lube. Memories of your first time with him, and the sting and pleasure of his thick cock pulsed through you. Your eyes fell back in your head, and he gave a satisfied chuckle as he turned on the small light before closing the door. 

“My sweet, Y/N… How can I show you how special you are to me?”

“You can tell me all the filthy things you want to do to me.”

You pulled your panties off from under your skirt and threw them at his chest. 

Sanji had to catch himself against the wall as he moaned, almost dropping the lube. 

He already looked wrecked when he met your eyes, and it drove you crazy. 

“What do you want to do to me, Sanji?”

He was panting as he watched you pull your skirt up, so slowly. You took the condom and lube from him, and set them on a shelf.

Skin on fire, you didn’t know what had gotten into you. But you wanted him now, and you couldn’t stop yourself. You pressed yourself against his chest, looking into his blown out eyes. Both of you cried out when you dragged your hand along his length, already so fucking hard. 

“Sanji, I asked you a question.”

Your words came out soft and dark. You watched his eyes flutter, and you wanted to speed him up. Taking his hand in yours, you whispered his name before pressing his fingers into your wet folds. 

He moaned so loud, and your knees went weak. He had to catch you, then he pressed you against the wall, shoving two fingers into you.

“You are so fucking perfect. My sweet, dirty angel.”

Crying out at his praise, your body started shaking for him. 

“P-Please, Sanji.”

He rutted against your thigh when you begged, and the feel of his clothed shaft rubbing against you made you whimper.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you. Such a beautiful, lovely girl. And you’re letting me touch you like this, where anyone could find us.”

He moaned into your ear, breathing in the scent of your hair. 

You cried out his name, already feeling on the edge, ready.

“So gorgeous. Let me take care of you, angel. Let me make you feel good.”

“Yes, Sanji, please.”

He fell to his knees with a moan, tasting your needy cunt with that skilled tongue. His two fingers kept up their work while he swirled his tongue ring around your clit. 

You had already started shaking before he plunged that third finger into you, and then you were gone. You shoved your own fist into your teeth, and panted as you bucked against Sanji’s face, coming on his tongue. 

He licked you up like he was dying of thirst, while his three fingers kept prepping you. 

He looked up at you, face glistening in the small light. 

“You taste divine, my sweet.”

You moaned as his fingers kept working you. 

“It’s probably time for me to prep for lunch, darling.”

You whined, grinding on his fingers. 

He groaned, then checked his watch. 

“Please Sanji. We’ll have so many more times to play for longer. Please fuck me against the wall right now. I know how much your perverted mind wants you to.”

You moaned as Sanji’s hand twitched inside you, his head falling back as he moaned. 

“Please Sanji, I know you’ll take good care of me. Please, please fuck me now. I know you’d love it if someone caught us.”

He fell forward, mouth hanging open as his face pressed against your hip. 

He was still taking too long. 

You gripped your fingers into his hair, and pulled his face to yours. 

“Sanji, are you going to make me beg?”

You watched his eyes harden, and cried out as his long fingers worked you with even more strength. 

“A lady always gets what she wants in my kitchen.”

You moaned his name as he stood, kissing his way up your neck.

His fingers left you, and you clung to the wall as you watched him free his cock from his slacks before dragging the condom and lube down his length. 

He came toward you, and lifted your leg so that your foot rested on a low shelf. His hands trailed along your neck, then your thighs. Your back arched as he teased his shaft along your entrance, the size of him so warm against you. 

“I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

His whispers against your cheek while he dragged his tip along your clit made you shiver for him. 

“To have such an exquisite beauty, coming on my face in the pantry.”

You cried out, clawing at his shoulders. 

He slapped his thick cock against your entrance a few times while you moaned for him. 

“To have such a gorgeous pussy, aching for me to fill it.”

“Fuck, Sanji, please!”

“Of course, darling.”

Biting your lip, your head fell back as you felt him against your center. Not even pressed into you, and your body was readying. 

“That’s good, angel. Breathe for me. You know I’ll take care of you.”

You moaned for him, scratching your nails down his striped shirt as he pushed into you, so slowly. 

“Gods, Sanji-”

“Shh, darling. Just breathe, and take me, baby. I know you can, you’re so perfect for me.”

Your pussy clenched around him, and he thrust the rest of the way in as he moaned. 

“Sweetheart, you okay?”

“Y-Yes, Sanji.”

“Good girl… So perfect.”

As Sanji’s thick cock started pumping into you, slowly, then faster and faster, you forgot where you were, who you were. Just the sharp pain and pleasure of him inside you, and his endless, delectable words were all that held you to reality. His breath was hot on your face and neck as he panted his praise along your skin.

“Y/N, your pussy is fucking heavenly, baby. Fuck. Just like that, I feel you squeezing me so hard. You want my cock inside you, don’t you angel. You want me to make you feel so good, to take care of my perfect girl.”

“Yes, Sanji. Please take care of me.”

He moaned at that, shoving into you, thrusts becoming staggered. He reached down, massaging your clit while you gasped.

“So soft, so good for me…There you go darling- fuck, yes Y/N, milk my cock like a good girl- fuck-”

Sanji came into you with whimpered moans while you shattered around him. He had to hold your slumped body up, gingerly removing himself from you while you cried out. 

You whimpered as he pressed soft kisses to your face, before reaching for your panties on the floor. He gave you a satisfied smile as he used them to wipe you clean, before using them to clean himself off after removing that very full condom. 

You moaned while you watched him rub your panties on his cock, his eyes heavy lidded even after what you’d just done. 

“You’re gonna need to buy me some new panties if you keep taking all of mine.”

His breath came out heavy as he smiled.

“Oh I plan on buying you so many special gifts, my sweet.”

Miraculously, you made it out of the pantry with time to spare, even rushing for a quick shower before heading back to lunch. 

Even though it was Sanji’s day, it looked like meals were going to stay a shared time. You sighed as you leaned against Zoro, dampening his shirt with your still wet hair. 

“Y/N, do you know if we still have any yarrow? I remember you said it can be used to staunch bleeding, and I’d like to keep some on hand if we run out of our other supplies.”

“Y-Yes Chopper. I believe we do, but I’ll check after lunch.”

I really should get back to work at some point. 

But with Zoro’s warmth at your side, and Sanji’s wink while he started on dishes, you weren't sure how you were going to do that. 

Especially when you met Robin’s deep blue eyes, and saw her lips curve in that teasing smile. 

Who knows the next time we’ll be in danger again? I should enjoy this bliss for as long as I can.

Your selfish little smile at that thought felt oh so good. 

I guess I really am Needy after all. 

Thank you for reading! 💜

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