#now are you going to be strong and analyze them or be a pussy and whine about how this hashtag isnt your fave

[atenea585]

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Tags/Warnings: +18, fingering, pussy slapping, degradation, language, dirty talk.

It was common to find yourself in this position, but even so the sensations were still as strong as the first time

“Yeah, that’s it, honey. Be a good little slut for me.” He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you, your hands holding tightly to his knees as your ass rubbed against his clothed cock from the movement. “Do you want to be a good fucking girl for me? Start by taking this.”

You moaned as you watched his fingers move quickly, trying hard not to roll your eyes as you held on to him as best you could.

“Ben-”

“Tsk, tsk, honey. You know what to call me.”

You nodded your head. You felt stupid for forgetting, but let’s be honest… You were stupid, and you could thank him and his magical fingers for that.

“Soldier Boy.”

“Atta girl.” He placed a wet kiss on your cheek as his movements didn’t stop.

His fingers going in and out of your pussy made you feel dizzy. Rubbing against your folds over and over again at incredible speed and at a pace that made you think you might explode.

“You should see yourself now. So fucking high on my fingers that you look like a fucking zombie.”

His words only made you clench around him more often, something you suspected he already knew, because he just couldn’t close his big fucking mouth.

“Bet you’d do anything I asked, huh?” He spread two fingers inside you like scissors, causing you to mewl his superhero name (you wouldn’t forget it again). “If I asked you to get on your fucking knees on the rough floor and choke on my cock you would do it, right?” When he didn’t get a response he removed his fingers from you and hit your clit with two of them. “Answer me, slut!”

“Y-yes!” You grabbed his wrist, wanting him to put his fat fingers inside your pussy again.

“So stupid ‘cause my fingers, huh?” He mumbled into your hair. “But this is nothing compared to what I’ll do to you with my thick cock.” He said before shoving four fingers inside you at once and returning to his previous pace.

“Oh, fu-” He was right. You were so stupid for him and his fucking fingers that you couldn’t even finish talking.

Your eyes rolled back, your arousal running down the inside of your thighs as his pace didn’t stop. The thought that he could calmly kill you with his actions crossed your mind, but was quickly dismissed when he pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth. Your heart stopped as you saw a glimpse of his tongue wrap around his fingers before he closed his mouth around them.

He hummed at your taste and withdrew his fingers, a thread of saliva that connecting his mouth to them.

“And to think that some time ago I had thought about murdering you. And here we are, the taste of you on my tongue and your fucking brain melted by my fingers.” He murmured mockingly without taking his eyes off his fingers, almost as if he were analyzing your taste as if it were wine.

You licked your lips, feeling dry, and shifted uncomfortably. The position you two were in might have been comfortable if it weren’t for what you were doing.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He returned his gaze to you. “Do you need to have my thick, wet fingers inside you again?”

He slowly moved his fingers down your body (too slow for your liking) and began to rub your clit gently.

“You got it, doll.”

He put his fingers inside you again and slowly returned to his previous rhythm as your pussy pulsed around his fingers and sucked them like you would his cock.

“As soon as you come like the little dirty slut you are, you’ll return the fucking favor.”

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[whamss]

A mildly frustrating thing about Act 6 hate that perpetuates in certain corners in the fandom is when you try to talk about, you know, the text, and people start acting like because they don't like Act 6/think it's poorly written these are suddenly things that like, didn't happen.

Idk I like a lot of Act 6 so obviously I'm biased but I think it's very counterintuitive and tedious to talk to people who treat characters like they didn't evolve past Act 5. People who act like things like Rose's alcoholism is OOC and like a bunch of characters were just assassinated by Act 6 really need to reckon with the fact that these are still developments that happened and need to be acknowledged if you want to do any genuine analysis of a character (or the work itself). You don't need to LIKE these developments, but yes, Dave DID say that and your lack of enjoyment of a character's development doesn't suddenly remove from its significance. Characters exist in text in more than just the places you like lol

[soapssuds]

+18, smut, mdni, f!reader, etc.

pt 1

You weren’t used to the attention that John was giving you. Your past partners never caring or giving a damn. So to feel just how much careful attention he is giving your weeping pussy is making your core throb and ache. And when he started to pull his fingers out, it made you whine embarrassingly loud.

The sound made him chuckle as he got up and pulled you along.

“Where- where are we going?”

“To my bed.”

That was another thing that made you almost lose your footing. You were never important enough for a bed. The hard floor or the lumpy, uncomfortable couch was all your dates ever brought you to. In your mind, however, you wouldn’t have minded John’s couch as it was more comfortable than the others you had the displeasure of sitting on.

“Are you sure? What about the mess?”

You couldn’t hide the way your voice wobbled as he ushered you into his room, his foot kicking the door closed as his hands gently worked on your pants, helping you shrug them off along with your panties.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, amusement clear in his features. And when you felt your clothing start to pool at your feet, you found that you were only dressed in your shirt and bra. The cool air made your thighs clench together.

“If I’m going to fuck ya, sweet girl, then it’s going to be in my bed. But before that…,” his voice trailed off as he helped you out of your shirt and unclipped your bra, the articles of clothing joining your jeans and panties, “I said I was going to have you sit on my face next.”

Without getting undressed himself, he pulled you along towards his bed. His hand gently tugging you forward when he sat down on the edge of, you now wedged between his thighs as he rested his hands on your hips, his fingers tracing lazy circles as he kissed your stomach. The feeling of him peppering you with kisses made you squirm.

“Well?”

“H- huh?”

He chuckled at your cluelessness, but didn’t dare make fun of you for it, “though I said where I wanted you to sit, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

He leaned back, pushed himself to where he was laying face down whilst pulling you with. Your chest pressed hard against his as he let one of his hands trail and gently squeeze at the fat of your ass.

A part of you always wanted to try, but with your past partners hating the idea of giving you oral while also giving you a clear display of disgust, you sort of dropped the idea entirely.

But John is offering, isn’t he?

He isn’t the type of man to do something he doesn’t want to after all.

“Only if… you really want to,” you manage to say.

“That’s what I am asking you. Do you want to?”

You found yourself gripping at the front of his shirt, the way his fingers worked you open was still imprinted in your cunt, you really want to feel his tongue too.

“Yes, please.”

The moment the words left your mouth, he had you sit up so you were straddling his waist. You tried not to whine out too much when your wet cunt pressed down against his hardening bulge, and he didn’t give you enough time to feel him as he already got a strong hold of your hips again and gently dragging you up.

“You’re so nervous.”

You didn’t know where to put your hands as your bare pussy hovered just over his mouth. None of your previous partners ever really looked to hard at your slick, but John made a point to just analyze all of you.

“I- I can’t help it, I never did something like this before.”

He chuckled softly, his breath gently hitting your cunt making you squirm in his hold, “then I best ruin you for everyone else, huh?”

Not giving you any time to give back a retort, he planted you down, his grip strong as he easily held you in place as his tongue licked a long stripe between your folds. The sudden contact made you squeal as started to lap at you, his tongue not missing a single inch even as he toys with your fluttering hole. The tip of his tongue gently prodding before delving in.

The heat and feeling of his tongue was way different, and even better as he let one of his hands let go of your waist to trail downwards.

Your moans and gasps filled up the quiet bedroom accompanied by the wet sounds your pussy made against his tongue and fingers.

And you think between each flick of his tongue and pump of his fingers that he was right.

He was ruining you for everyone else… that is, if you even want anyone else after this.

[reshinless]

──── point one, caught off guard.

ᯓ★ ── . summary. when you get pulled in this whole situation, maybe it's for the best, don't you think captain?

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ director's note.. hello disciples >< will be answering asks soon, just feels like im spamming the HELL outta kinich works so LOL

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ pairings. capitano x fem!reader

ᯓ★ ── . warnings. nsfw, lowkey hate fucking, cunnilingus, fem terms used, fem nicknames used, reader is a well-known traveler (plus is strong!), SPOILER FOR NATLAN ARCHON QUEST !!! reader strong but capitano stronger:^, reader takes commissions, low-key vision play (I'LL EXPLAIN!!), mirror sex, pwp, slight dacryphilia (shown for a literal splice of the fic)

wc: 2k ★ rated 18+

you never expected to land yourself into a situation like this . . you were a reputable hero, with a reputation that spoke for itself!

you originally hated the fatui, you planned to never ever give any of 'em mercy when you came across them. the rumors of their deeds- all of them unforgivable. the many innocents witnessed dead at the scene. stolen goods. everything you could think of.

" damn harbingers! are they trying to target us specifically?! " one of your past commissioners exclaimed. " it's as if all are damn supply is all gone! " he screams, banging a beer bottle onto the table.

you swiftly dodge the sudden shard of glass coming your way. sighing softly- " maybe . . I can try and find them myself. " a tilt from your head is apparent, he glosses his eyes over you and laughs.

" you think you could take them, really? " his hand lifts up to wipe a tear of the edge of his eyes. " . . yes. because I can."

" alright sweetheart, I get how you're pretty good at what you do . . but you can't be that sure you'll beat the number one harbinger, can you?"

" hell yeah I can! " you stood up, as he offered an impossible amount of resources, going even as far as to offer up one of his business to you—in doubt that you'd beat capitano himself.

as you followed throughout the distant trail of elemental traces throughout natlan, trying to find the abysmal saurian that had been causing your most recent commissioner much trouble before suddenly hearing voices, and getting sucked into a different environment.

your head ached, as you opened your eyes—the night kingdom?! remnants of livid souls whispered and wailed. quickly analyzing your surroundings, it was almost as if no one else was there before a voice materialized behind you. "so you . . are the rumored hero. aren't you? quite beautiful I must say."

your features were unseen to him in all his years of exploring the past of the lands all over the home you all call teyvat (or at least for the year being)

"you must be . . a harbinger, right? those badges on your uniform aren't just given to anyone." your eyes scan him briefly before a scoff leaves your lips. "a smart princess. yes, I am." a smirk from behind the shadows of his headwear grew.

"hmm, i must say, i did not expect such a refined lady behind all the recent rumors or who had been taking out my troops." he hummed. "not that it's bad, don't get me wrong." he took slow steps near you

"how about.. you join my cause, pretty? I'll make sure that the nation is safe right by your side, and as well as the others." he reaches his gloved hand out to you. you simply scorn, "join? i hate you fatui. all the same." to be fair, your impression of all of them were just loyal to their archon, as well as mass murderers with no intentions of mercy. so he nodded. "how about I show you what I can service you with? it might convince you."

in a sense, you were unsure if you could, even when your strength was undoubtedly amazing, surpassing most people. "haaah.. getting- cocky now are we, sweetheart?" a lowly gruff escapes the first harbinger's throat.

the soft plush of your thighs squeezed around his cheeks. his helmet laid out on the floor. if he kept it on he knows it hurt the pretty pussy he tried to taste so badly.

well, that brings us back to why and how you got into this position. A bit of convincing goes a long way, I suppose. (in my head i believe fully that capitano has an unironically long tongue just to give context.)

a long swipe of tongue over your clit was unfurled. another kiss to your cunt- he temporarily removed himself from the blissful taste of the entrance his tongue loved to stay so snug inside, biting the tip of his glove off to remove his glove carefully. his long digits start to replace his lips that previously placed themselves onto you.

"n.. ngh." his thumb rubbed your clit so carefully, you almost try pushing his face off, your hands attempting to grab the strands at the back of his head.

originally you were lured out by ororon; into the domain of the night kingdom. but capitano didn't expect you to be so.. enticing, and neither did ororon, even hesitating at first before actually opening the domain.

necessarily capitano didn't even hate you, no. he wanted you. "s- stop.. i don't want you.." his mouth made a pop sound when detaching itself as he smirked, warm breath felt near your cunt. "let this cunt speak for itself . . I'm spoiling you so much, my queen." a raspy, deep chuckle emits, he wanted you more than anything he's ever seen.

even once his tongue starts to slow down, you feel your hips instinctively grind onto his tongue. but he couldn't keep his eyes off you- such a pretty sight, better than a seventieth-floor view. almost with half-lidded eyes, he looked up at you- an icy gaze glossed over your face briefly.

you could feel your whines already emerge from your chest, your throat almost starting to get sore from all the whimpers of his name. you did agree on trading your assistance and strength for keeping natlan safe

he slowly reaches up from your cunt to your lips, a soft, gentle kiss, much different from how his tongue spoke deep and down below you. positioning your back comfortably onto the stone.

"s'pretty like this, aren't you?" "still- hnn.. still hate you, damn harbinger.." you wouldn't give in, not yet, but archons did he know how to pleasure a woman.

"mmf- easy now.. sweetheart." his cock almost choked- your hole barely even taking in its head. "fffuck- stop stop! hurts!" your hips jolted, and holy shit was he lengthy. and girthy. damn.

"did I now?" a genuine tone was prominent in his voice. leaning in closer, checking to see if he accidentally left any scars, or bruises. "tell me where it hurts." he licked off the essence of you on his fingers briefly before caressing your face.

he.. was much more caring than you expected. such a large, muscly man—you expected worse from him. its not even because he took pity on you either, he genuinely cared.

"i- its fine. I just- 't was something I said in the heat of the moment.. don't worry you didn't."

"and.. you're sure?" he tilts his head, clear in the icicles of his eyes that he was still worried. sure he definitely wanted to fuck but what was the point if you weren't receiving any pleasure?

"yeah, yeah I'm fine."

after thoroughly checking on you, he goes back to what he was originally planning to do. maybe you'd like this position more?

or maybe he should really talk you through it, let you know he's right there, behind you, literally.

your back against his chest—he decided on letting you take him at your own pace. his cock twitched, leaking with precum, but he knew if he wanted the best possible experience with you.. it'd be both of you being pleasured, not just himself.

you swear a minute ago he was all softie and stuff, why did he mood swing so damn hard! maybe you liked it when he basically slammed himself inside you—reaching to the very deepest parts that he can.

you were put up in a position of somewhat on all fours, yet both of your hands were up on the rock for support. capitano's words sounded tender, but his touch (for now) was not.

you yelp, every now and then taking you by surprise and grinding the very tip of his length against your g-spot.

"ssshit.. you feel so nice, princess.." the captain threw his head back, his grasp on your waist softening for the slightest moment, before returning to his usual pace.

a dried-up milky ring had casted itself around the base of his shaft- certainly making it clear for how you both have been at it.

the many times your eyebrows have knit, or the amount of moments wherein you rolled your eyes back. hell—even the rock started to creak.

shit did he just- start to rub his fingers over your clit?! "ahh- fuck, fuck!" you whined as you body slowly got even more sensitive by each second. a squealing sob escapes your throat as the fire that pooled in your stomach was only abrupt before you came onto his cock.

sitting you down onto his lap. his hand briefly reached out to pry your thighs open for him, growing a mirror in front of you, reflective and icy.

you could see how his dick bulged in your stomach, making such a pretty mark for others to see.

"no one could treat you better than I am right now, right? tell me.." his voice just as cold, whispery as the night sky idle with stars.

it sent shivers down your spine. capitano groaned at how well your tight cunt took his width. caressing the rough pads of his calloused palms over the sweet mark in your stomach.

you felt your hips giving instinctive sloppy, yet slow thrusts onto his cock. then a sudden cold grasp landed over your throat as you tried to throw your head back. just the prettiest little groan you could feel vibrate across his chest.

you could see pretty slime-like milk-colored rings stretch each time you tried to lift yourself up to use his dick to hit your spot.

he loved feeling his hands over your waist, down to your hips. "fuck," he grunted, picking you up to pin your quintessential figure against said mirror. you shuddered- feeling all the coldness on your back, spreading to every inch of your spine.

"gonna fuck you like i mean it this time, looking so desperate for my cock when you know I look in the mirror. mmf, s'dirty." holding your waist, fingermarks clear, his grasp careful not to place them on the previous smears.

his tip teased itself against your clit, carefully rubbing against it, and trusted in roughly, making you almost scream.

was he really this long, and this fast? his pace matched that of a madman on a roll. every moan you let out only happened to make him even harder. why in the hell did he keep growing?!

you felt every emotion almost all at once, pleasure everlasting and rushing through your veins. it was almost too slippery down there, shaft sliding in n' out so fast- fuck! you didn't want to admit how good he felt inside you.

he grazed one of his hands over your chest. his breathy moans, he was in love with the way your hole stretched out, and over. your body almost wanted to run away- but at the same time, you wanted more.

"t- takin' me like a good girl, mm?" he chortles, you could feel that prominent vein on his shaft, that ran down to the very base, damn it felt good. "f- fuuuck.. fuck y- you!" almost an incessant whine as you let out small mewls of his name. shit he really could do this forever couldn't he . .

every time he pounded your gaping hole, you'd yelp, was he trying to chase your hole?! you swear you head the mirror your back faced crack!

" 'tano . . mmfffuck! i- i think the . . hnnn . . the m- mirror cracked." apart from your unnecessary incoherent babbles you let out mid-sentence, the captain simply chuckled at your barely phonological words. "even better then, I'll make sure you land on something soft."

"shit," he mumbled as his hurried strikes continued, "s'tight . . fuck you trying to keep me inside you?" your clingy cunt couldn't bare to let go of him. his thumb made small, pretentious circles on your hip.

he leans in further to land a kiss on your cheekbone, smirking as he does. solely focusing on how his dick probably kissed your insides better. how sad that he could only imagine how blissful might your nth orgasm be.

the mirror continued to crack underneath the pressure capitano put into his powerful strokes to your womb. strands of your hair stuck to your forehead, while he started to kiss your tears away, he knew he went a little rougher than earlier.

he felt your nails claw, and scratch at his back. his face leaning in closer to place small pecks onto your breasts—single, separate, independent scattered everywhere.

a teetering edge—you arched your back as you came again. you could feel his sticky, goopy load shoot up into you. a loud wail exited your throat, he knew you probably felt amazing.

you slowly took breaths, exhaling, and inhaling as capitano helped you calm down. resting his hardness inside your hole for a bit 'till it softened. he rests you against the cracked mirror, checking if your back hurt, kissing your forehead.

"so, you want to join my mission now, pretty?"

[terrywritings]

Enjoy.

No minors. 18 or over. Enjoy.

Vanessa comes home from a Pilates class after a long day of work, only to have another workout.

“Babe, I’m home.” Vanessa said dropping her bags as she walked through the door of Terry’s apartment. The apartment smelled delicious. Terry’s cooking was amazing. The man could fry catfish like his life depended on it.

“Hey baby.”  The deep timbre of his voice vibrated right to Vanessa’s panties.

“Hmm, it smells delicious. She said before they shared a deep kiss. Terry towered over her as he enveloped her in his strong arms. His eager hands immediately palmed her ass.

“Thank you, angel. How was class?”

“Amazing. She worked us out.” Vanessa said tossing her head back. Vanessa’s been taking Pilates classes. She enjoys the workout and its close to Terry’s place. Terry’s been appreciating her Pilates classes too.

“Then she dropped this new move on us. I thought I was going to pass out.”

“Hmm really. You wanna show me?” A quiet seductive intent coating his voice. Vanessa laughed, throwing her head back, exposing more of her smooth neckline and chest to him.

“Terry baby I had a long day at work, followed by an intense Pilates class. I’m funky.”

“And?” Terry said nuzzling her ear in the way she likes. His lips trail small kisses down her neck.

“Babe come on. I’m gonna hop in the shower.”

Terry hovered just above her face, his lustful stare quieting her protests.

“So, you don’t want to get your pussy ate?”

“I….” Vanessa was too lost in his green/grey eyes to come up with a response. The bold statement posed a question had her taken aback. Terry cupped her face with his large palm. His fingers caught in the thick lush forest of her curls. Terry was meticulous in everything he did, including Vanessa. Terry dipped his head into the bend of her neck, breathing her in. The reminiscences of her vanilla amber perfume warmed his nose. The dewy sweat from her Pilates class reforming on her skin. Vanessa’s once cooling body temperature, now rose with his every touch. Terry nuzzled and kissed his favorite spot behind her ear where her hair oils and perfume collided. Vanessa was always so orchestrated. Everything went together, always seemed to fit and match perfectly without much effort. Terry loved how predictable she was but loved even more how much she kept him on his toes.

Terry kissed and nipped down over her throat and over to the other side. He could feel Vanessa’s body relax and give way in his arms. His lips picked up on the hurried pulsing under her skin. He bit down on the tender flesh causing her to mewl in his ear. He could spend a lifetime chasing the sounds of her and it still would not be long enough.

Vanessa could not help but give herself to Terry, long day funk and all. It was the way he made her feel delicate and small in his hands. The way he always managed to unlock her raw carnal sexual being. The way he made her feel like a goddess. She grew more brazen with each swipe of his tongue, with each sensual caress.  Vanessa gripped his broad shoulders trying to brace herself against him. His hard masculine body pressed against her made feel feminine.

Terry separated from her as his deft fingers traced the waist band of the leggings. Without breaking his stare, he yanked them down causing Vanessa to jerk forward. Terry kneeled at eye level to her pussy. He slid the pant down off each leg. He lifted her foot to take them off her ankles. Vanessa held on to his shoulders to steady herself. He reached in the bundled-up legging and pulled out her pink lace panties. Vanessa’s eyes widened as a crimson hue tinted her face. Terry raised the delicate fabric to his nose and took a deep inhale behind closed eyelids. He inhaled her raw musky scent, slowly rubbing his face back and forth almost as if he was trying to commit her scent to memory. Studying and analyzing the sweet sultry notes her pussy. Vanessa stood frozen, not knowing what to do. Hot and bothered with tension while simultaneously embarrassed. Terry stood once again towering over her.

In one swift motion, Terry lifted Vanessa onto the counter. The cold granite slab, a sharp contrast on her sensuously aroused skin. From behind her knees, he gripped her firmly, pulling Vanessa to edge of the counter. Vanessa gulped. Her throat dry.

“Is he serious? What’s gotten into him?” She thought to herself.

As if he could hear her thoughts,

“I’ve been wanting to taste you that all day.”

Vanessa couldn’t believe her ears. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him thinking about her like that all day. Terry kissed her, his tongue even more forceful than before. Vanessa couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. She wrapped her toned legs around his torso pulling him closer. Her eager hands clawing at the hem of his t-shirt. Terry pulled it over his head revealing his strong broad chest and toned abs. Terry was a god amongst men. Years of training as a marine made him lethal. Vanessa secretly loved knowing that these same hands that could kill a man were the same ones that tenderly held her face when they kissed or passionately gripped her waist when he hit it from the back.

Terry trailed kisses from her chin to her neck, stopping in between to bite and nip at Vanessa’s soft beckoning flesh. When he reached her chest, his tongue expertly swiped over her brown tender nipple, capturing the eager pebbled bud between his plush lips. The sensation drove Vanessa wild as she arched up pushing her breast in to his mouth begging for more.

“Terry, baby.” She mewled.

He groaned against her warm skin cupping her breast in his large hands. His other attentive hand pinching her other nipple. He could never deny her anything especially pleasure, but he was amazing at teasing her. Hearing her sound so aroused so wanton made his dick jump in his sweats. Sometimes Vanessa could be stubborn, hard-headed with a slick mouth, but Terry relished in sexing that attitude right out of her. Her coming undone around him all soft and wet clenching his dick like she’s trying to fuse them together always sent him over the edge and kept him in madly in love. Hell, borderline obsessed. Vanessa always kept Terry coming back for more.

Terry moved down her torso, her breath hitching with his every kiss. When he reached her stomach, he kissed her even more fervently, nuzzling her soft skin. Vanessa had always been insecure about her stomach because it was never perfectly flat or as lean as she would have liked, hence the Pilates classes. But Terry didn’t care, he loved it. To him it made Vanessa feel real, beautiful as God intended. For a man like Terry, he enjoyed her softness. The world, his discipline and life in general had hardened him. But Vanessa gave him not only a physical softness, but a tenderness he forgot his world once held.  Vanessa recoiled a little from the extra affection on her stomach. Terry’s green lust stormed eyes flashed up at her.

“I love you. Every part of you. I owe every inch of you my eternal devotion, my love.”

“Terry baby I love you too.”

“Then be a good girl, lay back and let daddy eat that pussy.” Terry’s words brought a shiver to Vanessa’s spine even though she was hot. Terry held her gaze as he waited a moment for his words to sink in.  Vanessa slowly leaned back on her forearms lengthened her torso to him. Terry lowered his head bringing him face to face with her pussy. He nuzzled her mound, taking in another deep inhale. Vanessa swore she saw his eyes roll back behind closed lids. The action made her pussy pulse deep within. Maintaining eye contact with those devilishly beautiful eyes, he flicked her clit with his thick tongue. Terry held the throbbing nub between his lips and pressed his lips together.

“Oohhh fuck T-t-t terry.” Vanessa could feel his lips curl into a small smirk against her lips. Terry used to his tongue to spread her lips apart. He dipped his head further to lick up her sweet honey from her molten hot core. Vanessa laid flat on the counter opening her legs wider for him. She gave herself to the wanton feeling that came over. She had evolved into this brazen sexual being that loved being taken, worshipped and sexed by this merciless god. Terry’s strong hands held her long legs open. His callused hands gripping into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Vanessa bucked her hips up to meet his lips causing his face to fully disappear in her pelvis. He dragged his tongue up and down her now slick slit. Terry deliberately ignored her hot winking hole, just to tease her. He loved when Vanessa begged for him to impale her. Something about her like this made him feel more like a man than anything.

“Daddy yes. Don’t stop.” Vanessa was breathless as the kitchen began to spin. Terry groaned. He loved when Vanessa called him daddy. It took everything in him not to stop and slide in her right then. Terry continued the same up and down motion over her dripping pussy.  Her chest heaved with each suckle of his lips and swipe of his tongue over her. The overhead pendant lighting in the kitchen began to blur. She tried to twist and turn her body from his grip. Vanessa tilted her hips back in a feeble attempt to get away from him as the sensations grew too intense.

“Where you going? I am not finished with you.” Terry declared. Those words sent a pulsing knot in Vanessa’s stomach straight to her tender core. Terry tightened his grip on her ass pulling her into his face. He cupped her ass as he drank from her fountain.

“F-ffuckk, Terrry.” Vanessa convulsed on the counter.

The vibrations from his groans summoned her orgasm to surface. Terry had made her cum in record time. He continued to lick and sop up her juices as she came. Vanessa’s clit grew sensitive with each flick. Nevertheless, he persisted.

“Terry! Stop baby!” Vanessa yelped. She was a little taken aback from her own reaction. Terry preceded to place two large pecks on her lower lips before he finally arose. A mischievous grin played on his lips. His eyes lit up with that boyish-charm.

“I missed you is all. I’ll remember to pace myself next time.” He said kissing her lips. She hungrily licked his mouth savoring her flavor on him. With one strong arm wrapped around her, he lifted Vanessa off the counter and carried her into the bedroom.

“Baby I still need to shower.”

He ignored her statement as he pulled the covers down and tossed Vanessa on the bed. She bounced two times before her body settled into the cool sheets. Terry undressed himself to reveal his long girthy dick. Vanessa’s mouth always watered at the sight of him. The room was dimly lit with candles so she could make out his outline. Terry was stood at the foot of the bed. Vanessa could see how far his fist had extended from his body as he stroked himself. Her pussy ached with the deep tension of anticipation. She wanted him needed him inside her to the hilt right now.

“You still want that shower?” His laced with a combination of sarcasm and specific intent. Vanessa parted her legs wider signaling for him to come inside.

“Use your words, angel.”

“I want you inside me, daddy.” She whispered.

He positioned himself between her legs his strong arms supporting his weight above her. His hard dick felt heavy and thick against her. Her hips bucked up to meet his.

“Patience baby patience.”

Vanessa grabbed his hips urging him on. She clawed at his powerful ass pulling him in closer. Terry swiftly pinned her arms down above her head. She didn’t even bother to fight him. Terry was a strong rock-solid man so any attempt to fight him would be futile. He stared down at her, studying her every reaction. His body wrought with the decades discipline. He reached down and rubbed his dick against her slick heat. Vanessa moaned arching away from the bed. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.

“Terry, please.” Vanessa cried as her pussy pulsed with want. A hard slap on the side of her ass broke her out of her trance and made her breath hitch.

“Who?”

“Daddy. Daddy I’m sorry. Please Daddy.”

“Please what?” He growled. His eyes growing darker and darker by the minute.

“Please fuck me.”

Terry lined up his swollen head with her beaconing entrance.

“Eyes on me baby girl.” His voice was commanding but tender enough to provide assurance and to guarantee complete compliance from her. Vanessa blinked back tears waiting for his next command. She would do anything he asked no matter how much she ached for him. She was his, bewitched body and soul.

His beautiful lust-filled eyes pierced her soul as sunk his heavy dick below her surface. Vanessa used every fiber in her being not to let her eyes rolls back as the first wave of pain and pleasure washed over her. His flared head rubbed her spot on the way deep within her. With his eyes trained her every expression Terry watched as Vanessa’s beautiful lips parted into a silent cry. Her warm, creamy inviting center clenched around him pulling his dick into her depths. The early pangs of release coursed through his pelvis. He pulled back once he felt the tip of his dick kiss the smooth plushy bottom of her pussy. If Terry could live there, he would gladly pitch a tent. He continued his patient yet firm strokes on her body. Her legs wrapped around him like vines to a tree.

Terry released his wrists, bringing his large palm to the back of her head, cradling her his arms. His other hand holding one of her cheeks to spread her even more open for him. He kissed her neck, biting at the skin. The sensations were all too much finally caused Vanessa gasp and moan.

“There’s my pretty girl. Don’t go quiet on me baby. You know I love to hear how I make my baby girl feel good.” He cooed.

The combination of his worlds with his steady tempered strokes sent over the edge immediately. Vanessa was shocked at how quickly she came.

“You coming for so soon for daddy?” He teased.

“Hmm Terry yesssss.” Vanessa hissed.

Terry had the key and the combination to the safe where all her orgasms were held. He made it his mission open her safe and take as much as he wanted. Terry pumped deliberately and deliciously in and out of Vanessa. Never giving her time or space to catch up to him. His expertise was not solely in hand-to-hand combat, but also in how to effectively use his girth, length and the right amount of pressure make Vanessa melt around him like ice cream on a hot summer’s day.

Vanessa loved feeling the weight of him against her body. She was overwhelmed by his girth, stretching her with each stroke. Her walls grew wetter and more sensitive every time he curved his pelvis into hers. His heavy balls punctuating his every stroke once he was all the way in. Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him for a deep kiss. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm making its way from deep within. Terry hooked Vanessa’s left leg in the bend of his muscular arm lifting it up higher. His large palm cradled her curvy hip as he swerved his pelvis into her. His head dipped in her neck because he wouldn’t last much longer if he saw how her eyes fluttered before they rolled back into her head. However, he was anticipating the long moan that came from her. Her beautiful song resonated with something deep in his manhood, his soul.

“Terry baby pleaseee. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

“Never baby girl. Now be a good girl on cum again on daddy’s dick.” With his words a spell was cast upon her body. Vanessa felt her body give way to an immense heat filled rush. Her pussy clenched around Terry while washing him in her passionate essence. He continued stroking her through her orgasm causing her pussy to quicken and clench around him.

“Yes, baby squeeze that nut outta daddy.” Terry growled above her. Vanessa could feel all the muscles in her body going slack.

“Hmmm fuck Daddy.” Vanessa yelped as she creamed on him again.

“Daddy loves this pretty pussy. You want daddy to come in that pretty pussy?”

“Daddy, please baby.” Vanessa begged almost crying.

“Nahh. I’m not done making you come baby girl. He whispered, his hot breath swirling around the shell of her ear.

Terry shifted his weight back and pulled Vanessa down closer to his pelvis. He brought her legs together and pushed her knees back to her chest. The action caused her pussy to tighten the grip on his dick, sheathing his dick. It was as if her pussy was pulling him into her depths like a ship’s anchor dropping in the ocean. The deep fluttering of Vanessa’s pussy was calling for his release. Each stroke tugged on the ache in his pelvis. Exasperated, Vanessa was tired but so wanton. She didn’t want him to stop, she couldn’t stop herself.

“Fuck Daddy. Pleaseee come inside me.” Vanessa words elicited a growl from Terry’s chest.

“Hmm you want Daddy’s cum?” His voice was deep and gruff. Vanessa loved when he got like this. Her sweet shy reserved boyfriend evolved into a dick slinging sex god that knew the cheat code to her body.

“Ohhh fuck baby.” Terry growled as he his strokes became choppy. He sped up by placing his hands on either side of her hips to support his upper body weight. Terry dropped that dick off in Vanessa’s already weeping pussy fucking her into the mattress. Their bodies bouncing and rocking from the momentum. The bed creaked and groaned underneath them. Vanessa held on to his arms bracing herself against his punishing strokes.

“Fuckkkk Terr—yyy. Cum in this pussy daddy-yyy.” Once Terry saw Vanessa’s eyes roll back and flutter one last time, he launched hot thick ribbons of his seed in the soft tender bottom of her pussy, filling her deep. Both of them moaning at the sensation of each other. Terry slowed down his stroking as his dick continued to pump into her. He separated her legs to lie on top on her. They embraced in a deep kiss while Terry remained inside her, neither one of them wanting to separate from the other. The sex, love making whatever you wanted to call it, was always amazing. But what Terry and Vanessa loved the most and what made the sex even better was coming back down together. They took their time easing each other back to earth wrapped in a tangled web of arms, legs, hair, hands, and lips.

“You still want that shower?” Terry teased, smirking against Vanessa’s lips.

“Please!” Vanessa yelled. Terry laughed, the sweet sound from his chest vibrating against Vanessa.

“I suggest a nice warm bath instead, so you can soak your sore muscles.”

“Hmmm. That sounds nice only if you wash my back,” Vanessa said batting her eyelashes at him.

“I’ll wash your back, your front, your top, your bottom.” He teased nipping and kissing her post-sensuous, warmed skin.

“Terrence James Richmond, don’t make me file a complaint against you.”

Terry ran the hot water and cleaned himself up. He returned and carried Vanessa bridal style into the bathroom and helped her into the tub. The couple spent the evening bathing each other before drying off, lotioning each other and finally eating dinner. Vanessa told Terry about the new move in Pilates. Terry loaded the dishwasher as Vanessa twisted up her now frizzy hair. She was fast asleep when he returned to the bedroom. He got in bed and curled his large body around her, pulling her close to his chest. Her soft breathing and even softer thighs barely covered by his large MARINES T-shirt made his dick twitch. Terry quieted his intrusive thoughts to let Vanessa sleep. He had thoroughly worn her out. Thankfully she worked from home tomorrow. He could have her for breakfast and get at her again in between meetings.

[ahsxual]

Could we maybe have a smut with doug like maybe he billys the reader but decides to fuck her and leave her alone after

Dark Fear & Pleasure

Pairing: Doug Van Housen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI +18!!, rough sex, extremely mean Doug, fear play, pain kink, reader gets bullied, CNC, cumming inside w/o permission, heavy degradation/humiliation, name-calling (verbal abuse), mentions of stalking, cursing, mean!Dom!Doug x sub!Fem!Reader, possessive!Doug, spanking, dacryphilia, fingering, p in v (w/o protection)

Genre:(Heavy) Smut

Word Count: 2,2k

PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS FIC HAS DARK THEMES, IF YOU'RE AGAINST ANYTHING MENTIONED IN THE WARNINGS, DO NOT READ IT!!!

A/N: This is definitely the darkest and nastiest fic I've ever written... I was absolutely drooling over this request!! Doug turns me on sm and that's so alarming, but Idc. Please, be aware that this fic contains extremely heavy themes! Anyway, I hope I wrote Doug right and that you guys enjoy this 🤭😈 tagging: @aliceblxck @twelvelevens @unidentifiablesubject <3

"Leave me alone, you freak!" you couldn't take it anymore. You'd had enough. Ever since Doug laid his eyes on you, he wouldn't stop stalking you and humiliating you in front of his group, reveling in the fear and vulnerability you showed towards him. It made him feel powerful, like he could control you like a small, fragile bunny whenever he wanted to or felt bored.

This time, he crossed all your limits, invading your house while your parents were away. And this time he came alone, not bringing his friends to join in his "fun" with you, as he call it. How could he know you were home alone? Why was he so obsessed with you to the point of knowing your routine and discovering that your parents were going to spend the weekend away, leaving you unsafe for any creep who wanted to assault you? And now there you were, trapped between a pair of a psychopath's arms against the wall of your bedroom, his face so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath on your cheek. His grin was filled with malice, like a venomous snake analyzing its prey, ready to strike at any moment.

"And what fun would that be? I like tormenting you way too much, little bunny. You're so easy to scare... It actually turns me on." then you felt a warm tongue lick your wet tears running from your chin, while he moaned at the taste of fear in them.

You felt disgusted once you felt him get hard against you, so you impulsively spit on his face. You immediately regretted your bold action the moment you saw his blue irises darken so much until you could no longer see its color anymore. You'd never seen him so furious, as his jaw clenched so hard so as not to fall into the temptation of killing you right there.

"That's enough! You need to learn some manners and not disrespect who's in charge of you, you pathetic bitch!" you then felt his strong hands throw you harshly onto your bed, making you groan in pain. You were simply relieved that he hadn't thrown you to the rigid floor.

"Please Doug, what do you want from me...!?" you were feeling desperate by now, your fresh tears blurring your vision from the man who was about to destroy you.

"What do I want from you?" he chuckled, clearly mocking you like he always did. "I wanna be the one who's responsible for corrupting that cunt of yours. I bet you're not as innocent as you look... I bet you're tighter and wetter than any girl I've fucked before. And I'm gonna turn you into my sex slave for whenever I feel my balls full and want to warm up my cock. Are you more clear about my intentions with you now, huh?" he grunted before he forcefully grabbed your hair, forcing you to look at him as you winced in pain.

"No Doug, please don't... anything but that!!" you would be lying if you said that his words didn't make your panties wet and empty pussy clench around nothing, but you would never admit it to the man who's been tormenting you for months.

"Do you really think you can make a decision here?" he laughed at you. "Unfortunately, neither mommy or daddy are going to be here to help their sweet daughter from getting fucked by someone who just wants to abuse her slutty cunt. What a shame..." he slapped you across the face, purposely causing your cheek to burn and sting in pain. "You're so pathetic... and it makes my cock so hard." he said confidently, with pure danger evident in his words, before licking the top of your sternum all the way up to your chin with his long tongue.

"Why are you doing this...?" it was barely a whisper, but Doug could hear you perfectly. You looked away from him while he was pinning your wrists, restraining you with the weight of his body, while his free hand gripped your breasts and nipples roughly. He was way stronger and intimating then he looked, and the thought of being at his mercy absolutely terrified you.

"If you're a good girl for me and don't fight much, maybe I'll have pity on you..." he laughed as he said those words, making you believe he was lying with every tooth he had in his mouth. "But on second thought, I'd actually like to see you fight back." was all he said, before turning you over and shoving your face into your pillow to prevent you from breathing properly as he unbuckled his belt.

"Nooo, Doug!!" You screamed and tried to push him off you as you begged for his mercy, but that only seemed to turn him on even more, since it was completely useless. In one abrupt movement, you felt him pull your shorts and panties off, as he stared at your glistening pussy.

"Holy fuck, look at this... You're enjoying this as much as I am, you freaky slut. I knew I could corrupt you... This cunt is my fucking property now, you understand me?" you felt a hard slap on your ass, leaving a red handprint from his big hand. It hurt like hell, yet you couldn't ignore the pleasure that ran through your spine until it reached your core.

He kept spanking you until your ass was all red and sore. Once he got bored of it, he decided to check one more time if his actions turned you on even more, soon realizing that his suspicions were absolutely correct.

"You're even wetter now, little bunny... you should be ashamed of yourself for enjoying this. You do realize now that I'm not gonna stop ruining this pussy whenever I want to, right?" you moaned as you felt two long fingers enter you without any care and fuck you hard as if it were his dick.

"Stop it Doug, please, it hurts! It's too much!!" you whimpered loudly, no longer able to distinguish pleasure from pain. You'd never been intimate with a guy with hands as big as Doug's, and it hurt so good.

"Good." was all he said before speeding up his pace. He grabbed your hair so you could breath, and when he pushed you back against your pillow, you came and screamed from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Look at that... after all the bitch likes me to humiliate and hurt her." he whispered with a clear smirk on his face, as he looked down at his cum-covered fingers, before grabbing you by the hair to make eye contact with you.

"Open. Now." not wanting to test him any further, you opened your mouth hesitantly as he shoved two fingers in forcefully, making you gag around them.

"You better suck my fingers clean or I swear I'll make you choke on them until you pass out, you slut." you did as he said, afraid to face the consequences of his promises. When you finished, he took his fingers out of your mouth and put them in his own while staring deeply into your eyes.

"Doug, please..." you no longer knew what you were pleading for: for him to let you go or for him fuck you like the wild animal he was. You began to feel your body, especially your pussy, craving his cock and touch, making you feel slightly dizzy from the adrenaline and pleasure coursing through your blood.

"It'll feel better if you want it too, trust me. You're wet enough not to hurt your pretty pussy too much, so don't worry. I'll be gentle with you." he promised with blatant lies and fake enthusiasm as he brushed the pieces of hair from your face that were sticky with sweat, before laughing and mocking your face.

He then pushed you down hard so that you were lying on your back, while he ripped off your top to expose your tits and erect nipples, leaving you completely naked and vulnerable for him and his hungry eyes.

"No bra, huh? You're making this so much easier for me, little bunny. Now... don't even think about fighting back, because I promise you it will hurt." you couldn't stop crying, yet you couldn't stop craving him either.

You'd probably just discovered a new kink of yours that was unknown to you until then, or you'd only noticed that moment how profoundly attractive you were to Doug, even though he bullied you and made fun of you almost every day. It was extremely bizarre, however your dynamic was something you felt very addicted to, like a sweet poison that you couldn't stop drinking no matter how deadly and poisonous it was.

He was still fully clothed, which made you feel even more humiliated about the whole situation you were in. But as soon as he pulled down his black pants and boxers... you wished you could still see him fully dressed and not come face to face with the monster he was hiding between his legs.

"Holy shit..." you cursed wide-eyed, praying that you could take him all without being ripped apart from the inside out. You saw his proud, wide grin reappear, making you realize that he enjoyed watching your fear and horror at taking him inside you way too much.

"Scared? I'll make it all fit no matter what, so you better be."

The moment he penetrated you, it was as if the entire world had collapsed on you. You felt like you'd been drugged, since you could no longer think or see straight. To your surprise, it didn't hurt like you thought it would, your wetness and lust for him causing your pussy to immediately adjust to his huge size. However, it did hurt when he started pounding into you, his long cock slamming into your cervix at a fast, rough pace. Your screams were mistaken for moans of real pleasure, making him groan too at the feeling of your tight, welcoming cunt. When he changed position to fuck you deeper, you grabbed the bit of skin of his back that wasn't covered and dug your nails in until he grunted in pain.

"Fuck, I've wanted to destroy this fucking pussy for so long..." he whispered to himself with his eyes closed, loud enough for you to hear him. His confession made you clench around him as you came on his cock, since he was hitting your g-stop over and over again.

"No no, you're gonna look into my fucking eyes as you cum and ask for my fucking permission!" he shouted at you with an angry face, before slapping you as reminder not to dare desobey him. He didn't stop until he made you cum a second time with his cock, this time doing as he told you, which deepened the intensity of your last orgasm of the night.

"That's it little bunny, that's how I like my girl... Obedient to her owner like a well behaved whore."

"P-please, don't cum inside me! I'm begging you, please!!" you implored him the moment you felt him reach his orgasm, but as you expected, he did exactly the opposite of what you wished for.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do! I'll cum wherever I want and you'll thank me for that, you ungrateful slut." these were his last words, before cumming deep inside you, his thick sperm coating your walls so deliciously.

When he pulled his cock out of you, still half hard, he stared at you with pride. You were looking like a mess: naked and covered in dark hickeys, your sweaty hair all messed up, your face covered in black mascara while your eyelids were half shut from exhaustion and your chest heaving rapidly from your deep breathing. When you felt some of your energy slowly being replenished, you covered your naked body with your arms and knees as you looked out of the window, while reliving what had just happened in your mind.

"Hey, you came three times with my fingers and my cock. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it too. In fact, I did you a favor, so be grateful. I bet no other guy will fuck you this good." he said while buttoning his pants.

Before climbing out of your window, he stopped halfway and looked back at you, lying in a fetal position while you clutched your legs to your chest. He slowly approached you and knelt down to your level, watching you carefully before one of his hands tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I promise I'll leave you alone from now on, my little bunny... But I can't promise I won't come back to taste that sweet pussy of yours again." he chuckled darkly, as you felt him kiss your forehead firmly, before getting up and leaving your bedroom through your window.

And just like that, he disappeared in the middle of the night, as if the devil himself had paid you a visit to remind you who you belong to.

[girakia]

Mario movie thoughts! Full of spoilers!

I want everyone to line up and lick my foresighting pussy. I was right about everything except for toad during training and dance party(thank god)

But okay, I'll analyze it in two ways, one as a mario fan the other as an average movie goer

As a mario fan:

10/10 WHAT A FILM! Seriously if you like Mario and his history enough this movie will be amazing. It's reference after reference + new stuff and it respects it's source material for like 90% of the time.

Mario and Luigi are actually brothers that care SO MUCH about each other, it's so cute. Their baby forms show up in a flashback and it shows how Mario always stood up to his bro. It's so adorable and "Mario is evil and doesn't like Luigi" has just been killed in the garbage, buried and had it's grave spit on.

Speaking of the bros, we see the Mario Family WHAT? AND THEY GAVE MARIO DADDY ISSUES? WACK. Like it's a stereotypical brooklyn-italian family, but nice to at least see their face. And it's so cool to me how Mario and Luigi are probably on their 20's, just beginning their careers and failing and be filled with self-doubt, it's nice...

Oh and Mario has a personality now, yeah he's very head strong, daring and brave, only being taken aback when he's in a real tight spot. And despite his chubby physique he's quite the athlete(wait we have seen this type of Mario in Luigi's mansion 3) it's really cool that it took 40 years for him to, for a large audience, develop a life of his own.

Next point: Peach

Yeah, girlboss, uh huh, an actual queen, yes... I actually really liked her in this movie, she is a capable leader that loves and appreciate her people. Her backstory, we see baby Peach, so cute and it actually reflects why she loves the Toads. Also yeah she's pretty strong and agile, but now thinking back I want to see some of her flaws in the (and it definetely IS going to happen) sequel.

Also her and Mario, so cute together, I want more of them...

Speaking of love... Bowser. Yeah he is menacing and a threat, if this wasn't a kids movie I think we would see more messed up things, there is only cartoonish violence which is okay I guess. However, despite being shown to be cruel and sorta of a mad king, he also shows a dorky side. Like "Why does Bowser want to kidnap and marry Princess Peach" It's because he likes her... What are you gonna do about it? He's charmed by her and I can't blame him..

And bowuigi... It didn't happen, yeah. Kinda mad because the fanart that would have been made if it had more than the scenes shown in the trailer would be insane. But also, I don't like it when corporations use gays ships for pink money(it's what would have happened). They did use bisexual light in his speedwagon-esque music number. And what a cool addition to Bowser lore, that he plays the piano.

Speaking of Luigi, he doesn't show up too much actually, he really gets imprisioned and stays imprisioned 2/3 of his screentime, waste of a character ngl, but next time we gotta see more of him. Maybe his lack of appearance makes sense to his shy demeanor.

KONGS. They were great! I really like how the movie made part their culture around kart racing, because as we all know, diddy kong racing for the nintendo ds is the greatest video game of all time. Donkey is actually a pretty cool character and he's really funny too. THEY MADE CRANKY HIS DAD BTW. AND HE ALSO HAS DADDY ISSUES, IT'S WHAT MAKES DONKEY AND MARIO BOND. When Mario Peach and Toad go to Kong Kingdom, they get greeted by a kong that (maybe it's because of the artstyle) looks a lot like DK jr... idk. ALSO DIDDY APPEARS THIS IS GREATES MOVIE OF ALL BECAUSE IT'S THE ONLY ONE WITH DIDDY KONG.

Toad is also there, like it's a chef toad, but he doesn't have an interesting name like those chef toads from the first paper mario games. He's the comic relief, but everyone is funny in this movie so he's just here to be next to Peach. Speaking of Toads, Toadsworth is dead... yeah there is a group of advisors and they are just normal toads with different colors and a few clothing details. Which interesting because I could blame Illumination for this lack of creativity in character design, but I know by a fact that this was Nintendo's doing.

Kamek is cute also, the koopas and goombas and enemies designs were great. The art style of this movie was fantastic to me.

And with that I can conclude my view as a fan. Now to act slightly more mature.

If you're not a fan of Mario, this movie will be a 5/10.

It's pretty good™, and that could be seen as a positive but we all know a "good" movie isn't enough, specially in animation, specially in a blockbuster animation. Don't get me wrong, you can see that I fucking adored this movie. However, if you're going to watch it completely devoid of any facts about Mario and gang, it's another movie about believing in yourself, protecting those you love and standing up for what's right.

And I know Mario isn't known for it's complex stories and carefully thought out world building and lore, but you can find another movie just like this one. What I'm trying to say is there is potential in this galaxy they created for the movie, though it's not explored.

I watched it with a couple of friends and one them said that this movie is more for mario nerds that grew up with playing the games back when nintendo was accesible rather than current day kids that watch a lot of youtube and have other interests and understandably can't afford nintendo crap. And agree to disagree, I'm definetely proving her point with this extensive review about a property I played with when I was 8 y/o. However, there were plenty of kids in our session, and like I said this feels like a genereic kids movie, so this is a movie for children, no denial, but it also relies on older fans to really profit.

In matters of animation, it's pretty good, expected from two big names like Nintendo and Illumination. As I sais the art style is reely cool, I like how it adapted the Kotabe/Nakaue art style mixing it with the smooth illumination style, take that as you will.

And okay, Illumination kids movie, you know what that means, copyrighted 80's music, seriously, Mr. Blue Sky, Holding out for a Hero, Take on Me. My honest reaction to that:

At least they put the dk rap when dk is introduced.

Also there were a few problems in the story. This is REALLY FAST. Like they don't even have time to make a misunderstanding when Peach and Mario first meet. They're already telling the toads they'll try to convince Cranky to join their fight. Like slow down jeez...

And hey, How does peach know what a human is? She came to the mushroom kingdom when she was a baby. And how is New York after Bowser gets defeated? They just show the bros moved to Mushroom kingdom. Is there even a pipe anymore? And the pipes just take you to other worlds ig? We're working with little explanation, I see.

Also no Daisy explicitely, nor Rosalina, there was A Pauline second.

But yes, it's generic, but I couldn't ask for anything else. But they better step up their game if they really want to make any impact on Mario's history.

[yuujispinkhair]

They kiss on the ring. I carry the crown (Chapter 5)

Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3 ++ Chapter 4 ++ Masterpost After moving in with Sukuna, you see a more domestic side of the Yakuza King. But being the princess who lives in his palace also means that you can't evade the darker parts of his life. Because even though a big part of the city belongs to Sukuna, there are also other players in this game of thrones.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Mafia AU, smut, fluff, also some angst in this chapter Playlist: Mafia AU The songs for this chapter: Come through by H.E.R. ++ Millions by Always Never ++ Gimme love by Rosenfeld Word Count: 5.7k Warnings: 18+. This chapter mentions violence, blood on clothes and skin, scraped knuckles, implied murder (decapitation). Smut, some dark crime-related themes (Yakuza, implied violence, implied murder, gambling, alcohol, sex workers), use of the name Daddy, oral, fingering, creampie. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Moving into Sukuna's penthouse had turned out to be a brilliant idea. The added time you could spend with your lover was something the two of you treasured a lot.

And Sukuna let you know he liked it. He kept coming up to you with his typical sexy smirk, looking at you as if his eyes were undressing you.

"I like coming home to you. Or when you come home to me."

His words were accompanied by his strong arms wrapping around your waist and his body pressing against your back, letting you feel how much he appreciated your commitment to him.

Your meetings in Sukuna's home office were still a thing. You were sure you pretty much already knew all about his different business branches and how his bookkeeping worked. But you still joined him when you got home and saw that there was a light on in his home office.

You still slipped inside the door with a smile on your face and walked over to your man to sit on his lap and greet him with a long deep kiss. And he still looked so pleased to have his pet here on his lap and made sure to give you the attention you needed while he kept on working.

You spent many evenings on Sukuna's cock, keeping him company while he was still busy with work. Keeping him nestled in your creamy heat, your pussy throbbing around his hard length while you waited patiently until he was finished with work and would go over to the pleasurable part of the night.

But there were other things you shared with your lover now too.

If someone had told you a year ago you'd live with a Yakuza boss and experience downright domestic bliss with him, you'd have laughed heartily.

But that was exactly the case. The private version of the King of Tokyo's underworld was someone who enjoyed quiet evenings at home. He changed into sweatpants and a casual shirt and cuddled up with you under a warm cashmere blanket on the soft, oversized leather couch.

His touch was soothing when his fingers ran up and down your back lazily. And you sighed happily against his chest where your head was resting, listening to your lover's heartbeat.

And the two of you had acquired a new hobby: Watching crime shows together. Sukuna analyzed them for you, telling you what was realistic and what wasn't. He always made you laugh with his commentary.

"Maybe you should have changed sides and became a cop."

"Oh, I can be your detective tonight, baby. And you'll be my little criminal. Gonna fuck all the naughtiness out of you."

You laughed and kissed him, snuggling closer against his warm muscular body. And you knew that he would fulfill that sexy promise later on and really fuck your brains out, just like he did almost every night.

But dating a busy man like Sukuna meant that oftentimes you had to refrain from having him to yourself. Instead, he would have dinner with one of his business partners or visit one of his various establishments to see if everything was going according to his wishes.

But Sukuna always ensured that you were being taken care of on those evenings. You smiled when he had food delivered to you with little notes attached to it. "Sorry I don't have time for you, darling, but I'll make up for it later tonight. Enjoy your food!"

And once he got back home, he joined you on the couch or in bed and made sure to fuck you so thoroughly that you definitely didn't feel lonely anymore.

If Sukuna didn't have time for you several evenings in a row, he made sure to send his brother over to the penthouse so you wouldn't get too lonely. Yuuji was a sweetheart and good at keeping you company. And he always brought pizza from his delivery service.

Other times Sukuna called you at work, informing you that he was on his way back from a meeting and would love to take you out to dinner.

"My driver will pick you up in half an hour. Don't let me wait, princess."

You enjoyed those evenings in the city's fanciest restaurants but what you liked even more was when Sukuna came home to the penthouse and cooked dinner with you.

You were surprised to learn that he was actually good at that too. But he loved good food, which is why he took cooking courses at the best restaurants in the city. He knew what he was doing. It was sexy to watch him cook, seeing how confident he was in the kitchen too.

But most of all, it gave you butterflies to see how happy Sukuna was in those moments. The soft smile on his handsome face, the way he was so focused on preparing dinner but also took time to shower you with affection. It did something to your heart when he hoisted you up on the kitchen counter so he could stand between your legs and kiss you slowly.

The King of Tokyo's underworld was purring like a cat when you ran your fingers through the short hair of his undercut. He was so sweet when he kissed you here in his kitchen, in between feeding you some of the food that was simmering in one of the pots.

It was amusing to see The Tiger acting like a housecat, to see how gentle and caring a powerful and dangerous man like him could be.

You were invited to family time with Sukuna and Yuuji, getting to see a completely relaxed Sukuna. Your chest felt so warm when you watched Yuuji reaching out to ruffle his big brother's hair affectionately, and instead of an annoyed huff, Sukuna just grinned at him and pulled him against his side to ruffle his hair in return.

You couldn't stop smiling when you watched the two of them having a drink together after dinner, reminiscing about their departed grandfather and their childhood memories.

You knew that this was something very special. To be invited to those family moments. To be allowed to see the Itadori brothers as just that: two brothers who laughed together and teased each other and toasted to their grandfather.

You didn't have dinner with the Yakuza King and the Yakuza Prince. You had dinner with two regular guys.

And you realized one more thing. You weren't just in Sukuna's inner circle or part of his clan hierarchy. Instead, Sukuna had let you step into his most guarded sanctuary: Into his heart.

It was a few weeks after moving in with Sukuna when he dropped a bomb on you that you hadn't seen coming.

You were standing on the spacious balcony of the penthouse, letting the wind cool your heated face, when Sukuna joined you and, as so often, wrapped his strong arms around, resting his chin on your shoulder.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, just overlooking the nightly city. The glittering lights of the skyscrapers around you, the neon lights of the bars and arcades in the distance.

A big part of this city belonged to Sukuna. This was his Kingdom. But there were other players in this game of thrones too. The Zenins. The other big Yakuza clan in Tokyo. They were the reason why Sukuna wanted to talk to you that night.

"I promoted Nobara to become your personal bodyguard. She starts her new job tomorrow morning."

"What?"

You turned your head, looking up at him only to find him looking at you with a serious expression on his handsome face. His playfulness during dinner cooking earlier that evening was gone completely.

"I told you about the Zenins. Toji still has some connections, and he is sure they are planning something. So, I think it's time to take the necessary steps. Yuuji already has a bodyguard, but you need one too now that you are officially the woman by my side. You already know Nobara, so I think you'll get along fine."

Your first reaction was a blank stare. The notion of having a bodyguard seemed so crazy that it almost made you burst out laughing. But, on the other hand, you would be stupid to ignore Sukuna's warning. His world was a dangerous one after all. Before you could say anything, Sukuna added:

"The Zenins will know by now that you are associated with me, and I can't risk letting you run into one of them unprotected. I know your pretty little head is probably coming up with a thousand reasons why this is ridiculous, but trust me, it isn't. I pulled you into my world, so it's my responsibility to keep you safe. You get a bodyguard, and I'll instruct you on which parts of the city you should avoid."

Sukuna turned you around in his arms, so you were facing him. He reached out, and one of his hands cupped your cheek, caressing it lovingly with his thumb.

"If something happened to you... I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So do as I tell you, darling. Please."

He was looking at you with real worry etched in those beautiful maroon eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat at the concern and the love written all over his face. You leaned into his touch, put a hand on top of his, and nuzzled your cheek into his large hand.

"Of course, I'll do as you say when it comes to something like this. I trust you. And when you say certain things or people are dangerous, I would be stupid to ignore it."

You felt the tight grip of his hands loosen a bit, only now realizing how tense he had been, how worried.

You smiled softly at him, overcome with affection,

"But Kuna? Please promise me that you will always take the same precautions for your own safety, too, ok?"

Sukuna's eyes narrowed. He looked confused, and suddenly you realized that this was probably the first time he heard someone express worry about him too. He was used to being the strong one. The King, the one who ruled and in return offered his protection.

You had to gulp against a lump that was forming in your throat. In moments like these, you got a little glimpse of what it took to be in Sukuna's position.

He leaned down, letting his soft lips brush over your cheek and then over your lips,

"Of course, I do that. I always think about you and Yuuji. It's ok, darling. I'm not that easy to kill."

You had learned a lot about Sukuna's world. About the legal and illegal side of his business. But mostly, you only saw those things on paper. They were numbers in files, on the computer screen, in drawers.

It was rare that you got a more direct glimpse of what it meant that your man was the Yakuza King.

From time to time, you watched him disappearing into one of the backrooms of the casino, several important-looking people in tow. Or you heard him talking on the phone, giving orders that made your skin crawl.

"It's the third month in a row. Send someone over there to teach them how to serve me properly."

He rolled his eyes in annoyance and then turned to you to see your scandalized look and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Don't give me that look, princess. I'm not sending a killer to them. Just someone to roughen them up a bit. They are behind with their payments. I can't allow people to disrespect me like that. They pay, and I protect them. They stop paying, and they get taught a little lesson."

Luckily most of the time, Sukuna didn't get his own hands dirty. He had Yuta, Maki and Toji for that.

But there were some matters which Sukuna had to take care of himself. There were one or two occasions where you were sure you spotted some dried blood droplets on his collar, or you got a whiff of iron when he hugged and kissed you for a greeting.

It had to be a special case if he came home with signs of bloodshed on him. Most likely a run-in with some high-ranking member of another family. It was a question of honor that Sukuna had to see after these kinds of things himself. You didn't know what exactly that entailed. And you didn't want to know any details.

That was the part of Sukuna's world that still freaked you out. You knew it was best not to ask about it. Because if you didn't address it, you could pretend it didn't happen.

But sometimes, you caught yourself staring at your lover's hands, wondering how many lives those beautiful, strong hands had taken.

But did it matter? Sukuna was a good man to you. He was someone who was able to love. And he cared deeply about the ones he loved.

The hands that killed were so gentle on you, caressing your skin so lovingly until you shuddered with pleasure and begged him to give you more.

The lips that sentenced a man to death whispered sweet nothings into your ear while his strong body was pressing you down into the bed, fucking you slow and sweet, making love to you until you cried his name.

You knew that Sukuna wasn't a ruthless killer who killed people for fun. He avoided those things as much as possible, believing that it was more beneficial to forge alliances. But this only worked when the other party was willing to abide by those rules too. If they didn't, then Sukuna was ready to do anything that needed to be done.

You knew that many people would say Sukuna was a heartless monster. And he liked to act that way. It was always good to be feared.

But he wasn't heartless with the people he cared about. He wasn't heartless with you.

He loved you. He protected you. He held you every night in his strong arms, kissed you tenderly, and made you feel safe.

To you, he wasn't a monster. And you knew what you had gotten yourself into. You knew Sukuna would always be like the tiger on his family crest: A wild and proud creature that was dangerous by nature. He would never be a tame housecat. But even tigers were sweet to the people they loved.

You should have known though, that you wouldn't be able to evade the darkest parts of Sukuna's underworld. No matter how much he tried to keep you out of this.

You were the woman by his side now. The princess who lived in his palace. So you were bound to witness your King getting involved in these things.

You were sitting at the elegant dining table in the penthouse, eating a delicious meal the two of you had cooked together. It was a quiet evening, and the two of you were just enjoying your time together. Talking about your day while eating and sipping some way too expensive red wine.

Your day had been busy, you had to show a customer around three different residences, and he had been the type of customer who complained about every little detail. So having a nice dinner at home with your lover and a lazy evening on the couch was the perfect way to end this day.

But then Sukuna's phone started to ring.

This wasn't an unusual thing. He often got calls at all hours of the night. So you didn't think much at first, just rolled your eyes in mock exasperation while grinning at your man cheekily.

The grin faded from your face when Sukuna got up and excused himself before leaving the room for his home office. You heard the faint click of the door closing behind him.

You set your wine glass down and played nervously with the stem. Why did Sukuna feel the need to leave the room? Usually, he didn't mind when you overheard his business calls. So what had the person on the other end of the line said to him?

When Sukuna came out of his office, he wore a carefully neutral expression on his handsome face. You felt cold fear grip your heart. Something was wrong.

"Kuna? What..."

He interrupted you before you could finish the sentence.

"There is an urgent matter I have to take care of. Don't worry, darling. Drink another glass of that superb wine and get comfortable and watch a movie. I'll be back in a few hours."

Sukuna walked over to you and leaned down to cup your chin with one of his large hands and tilt your face up so he could capture your lips in a deep kiss.

His lips remained on yours for a moment longer, whispering against them:

"I love you. Promise me you will stay here and wait for me."

"I love you too. Of course, I will wait for you. Please be careful."

You didn't know what made you say it that night, maybe the inexplainable uneasiness you felt, but you added softly, voice barely louder than a whisper:

"Come back to me, Kuna."

He let go of you and took a step back, mustering you with a smirk on his face, but it was a bitter one, and the expression in his eyes was not amused but burning with a strange emotion.

"I'll always come back to you."

Sukuna was trying so hard to keep up the facade. He was trying to act unbothered as not to scare you. But you could tell that something was very wrong.

He left with steps that were just a little bit too fast.

You sat there staring after him as your grip around the hem of your wine glass tightened.

The following hours seemed to stretch forever. You did as Sukuna had suggested and drank some more wine. But it just didn't taste right anymore, and you ended up pouring it down the drain before you got ready for bed and snuggled into the dark red silk sheets to watch a movie.

It was all in vain, though. You couldn't follow the plot and didn't hear a single word they said on the screen. Your mind was somewhere else.

It was on the nightly streets of Tokyo. You saw flashes of some dark alleys behind one of Sukuna's bars or nightclubs. You saw a dimly lit locked room underneath "The Shrine". Your mind came up with several scenarios. One more horrendous than the other.

You hugged yourself nervously as you kept checking your phone for messages or calls that didn't come. Those were the longest three hours of your life, waiting for your man to return home to you, knowing he was caught up in something dark. Something that had made even him uneasy.

The ding! sound of the elevator door opening made you jump and then sigh in relief. Sukuna was home!

"Kuna?"

You half expected him to just disappear into the bathroom, hiding every evidence of what he had done so he wouldn't worry you. But to your surprise, you heard his footsteps coming towards the bedroom. You sat up in bed, looking towards the door expectantly.

Sukuna stopped in the doorway,

"I'm home, sweetheart. Are you enjoying the movie?"

Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance. There were dark-red splatters on his pretty face. You felt slight nausea creep over you. Was that blood?

You gulped hard but forced yourself to keep looking at your man. After all, he had made the decision to let you see him this way. Something he usually hid from you as much as possible. But not tonight. You didn't understand why. What was different tonight?

But as freaked out as you were, you didn't look away. You had told Sukuna you were ok with his dark side too. So wouldn't you be a liar if you turned away from him now?

You loved Sukuna with everything that came with it. And so you let your gaze travel slowly over him.

Yes, that was definitely blood on his face. Not his own, though. His face looked as handsome as always, smooth tan skin, perfect sharp angles, almost looking like someone sculpted him.

Your eyes traveled further down. Sukuna was wearing all black, so you couldn't see any red on his clothes. But his black dress shirt and black pants seemed to glisten wetly in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled back. You drew in a breath. Sukuna's toned forearms with the tattoed black rings circling his wrists had red splatters on them too. It looked like blood rivulets had run down his arms, slowly drying on his skin.

You watched in morbid fascination as a drop of blood slowly ran down his thumb, gathered syrupy at his fingertip, and fell down. It landed on the white marble floor, vivid red on white.

You had sometimes spotted little blood splatters on his collar. Or smelled faint traces of iron when he hugged you. You knew, of course, what it meant, but it had been easy to ignore it and move on with life.

You couldn't ignore it tonight, though.

Sukuna was covered in blood. You struggled to understand why he let you see him like this. Did he want you to see the ugly truth? Was it some kind of test?

No, it was something different.

Because now you also became aware of the haunted look in his maroon eyes. You had never seen Sukuna like this. He looked shaken.

The King's mask had slipped.

Something had happened tonight. Something out of the ordinary. Sukuna was used to blood and violence. So what was it that was different tonight?

And another thing made you wonder. Your gaze was fixed to his hands. You had realized that not all of the blood was from someone else.

Some fresh blood was coming out of small wounds on Sukuna's fists. Why were his knuckles bleeding? You didn't get injuries like that from yielding a katana and delivering a swift, precise sword stroke to decapitate an enemy.

It had to mean that Sukuna hadn't just used his sword tonight. He had used his fists too.

You knew that was something that didn't abide by the code. The bloodshed had its rules, after all. There was a complex honor code underlying everything Sukuna did. So why had he gone astray tonight?

You didn't know how you managed to remain so calm. Your heart was fluttering in your chest, blood rushing in your ears, but your voice sounded steady when you said:

"Baby... you're hurt."

You had to be crazy. Sukuna had probably killed someone tonight, and you were worrying over his bloody knuckles.

But you loved him. He was your man. And if your man killed someone, there had to be a good reason for it.

There was a glint in his maroon eyes as he looked at you intently.

"I'm fine, my love. Let me clean up real quick."

You were on your feet before even realizing it.

"Let me help."

Sukuna cocked his head, looking at you curiously. But he waited there in the doorway, letting you come closer until you were standing right in front of him.

As appalled as you were by the blood on his clothes and skin, your need to touch him was stronger. The craving won, and you practically threw yourself at him and closed the remaining distance between you to cup his blood-stained face with both hands, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him with feverish urgency.

His hands landed on your waist, and he kissed you back hungrily. You smelled blood, and even the kiss tasted faintly metallic. Maybe there had been a tiny droplet of blood on Sukuna's lips.

The thought made you slightly dizzy, but the warmth of Sukuna's mouth and the sensual flick of his tongue distracted you enough to swallow down the nausea that had been threatening to take over.

You pressed your body against him, wanting to get even closer to him to chase away the nightmarish feelings that had been hovering in this room.

Sukuna moaned into your mouth, and his strong hands tightened on your waist to lift you up. You gasped into his mouth but wrapped your legs around him, not caring about the blood on his shirt.

This was the man you loved, and he needed you right now. So you would help him, would take care of him as best as you could. You pulled away just enough to whisper against his lips:

"Just use me anyway you need, Kuna. It's ok, take what you need. I'm yours."

His answering groan sounded desperate, hungry. And his hands gripped you almost painfully as he carried you to the bathroom. You were amazed that he managed to walk with such sure footing even while kissing you, but you were glad because you didn't want to stop and just licked eagerly into his mouth.

You only took a break from kissing when Sukuna set you down on the dark grey marble floor, his hands with the bloody knuckles tearing at your clothes almost savagely.

You did the same to him, unbuttoning his black dress shirt, feeling the slippery dampness on it, making it hard to open the buttons. But you refused to let this stop you or freak you out.

Just keep on kissing him.

And that's what you did. Your lips crashed against his again, moaning when his velvety tongue slipped into your mouth immediately, caressing and licking urgently.

He had yanked off your shirt and panties impatiently and was now helping you with his clothes, in between kissing you hungrily.

The moment he was undressed, Sukuna ushered you into the spacious shower. You felt warm water raining down on you while you were still busy getting drunk on Sukuna's lips.

His strong hands lifted you up again, and then you moaned loudly as he slammed you against the shower wall.

You wrapped your legs tightly around your lover's narrow hips, and your fingers raked through his hair, body arching against him needily.

"Just take me, Kuna. Fuck me as hard as you need."

His soft lips silenced you again with another heated kiss, swallowing the loud gasp that he elicited from you as he pushed his thick cock deep into your throbbing pussy with a brutal shove.

You both moaned into your sloppy, desperate kisses while Sukuna snapped his hips, fucking you hard against the shower wall.

The air got knocked out of you anytime his strong body shoved you against the marble tiles, thick cock splitting you open, hitting your sweet spot forcefully. The pleasure was intense, almost too much, but you didn't mind. This was what Sukuna needed, and you would give it to him.

You rested your forehead against his, watching the dark red bloodstains on his muscular body dissolve in the water that was pouring down on the two of you.

Loud, desperate sobs left your mouth as Sukuna's powerful thrusts became frenzied, torturing your sweet spot with such delicious force that you felt like you would shatter from the pleasure of it.

Sukuna came with a strangled cry, hips jerking as he filled you with his load. And you sobbed his name, pressing against him, showing him that you wanted to take every last drop of him.

Sukuna was breathing harshly as he buried his face in your neck and his soft lips kissed you more gently now.

He slipped out of you and set you down on the shower floor. But before you could do anything, he was already on his knees, soft lips trailing kisses over your inner thighs while his large hands caressed your legs.

Your eyes closed when his face found your core, and those soft lips sucked on your clit, making your head fall back against the shower wall with a needy moan.

Two of his elegant fingers pushed into your throbbing heat, fucking you gently while his lips and tongue kissed and licked at your sensitive, swollen clit.

You were cumming all over his pretty face only a short time later, shaking so much that you were glad about his strong hands holding you in place. You yanked on his wet hair, riding out your orgasm on his face until the last wave of it subsided, and you were able to open your eyes again.

The visual reminder of what had happened earlier that night had been washed away by the water. All the blood had disappeared down the drain, red color dissolving in water, just like the wine you had poured into the sink earlier that night.

There was no sign of bloodshed left on Sukuna's tan skin except some scraped knuckles. But the haunted look was still in his eyes.

You smiled at him, still a bit shakily, and petted his hair. Your heart ached for him, for whatever pain he had encountered tonight. The need to take care of him was so overwhelming.

You grabbed the bottle of luxurious shampoo that was standing on the rack fixed to the dark grey marble tiles.

Sukuna was still on his knees in front of you, his pretty eyes never leaving yours as you poured a generous amount of the shampoo that smelled like cherry blossom onto your palms and then proceeded to spread it over Sukuna's pink hair, massaging his scalp gently as you did so.

A faint smile was spreading over his face as the water rinsed the shampoo off his hair. One of his hands came up to grab yours and pull it to his lips so he could place a soft kiss on your palm.

"Thank you, my love."

Finally, Sukuna got up and reached behind you to get his shower gel, pressing his solid body against you. You couldn't help but moan softly at the feeling of his warm wet skin on yours.

You wanted more of him. It was an overwhelming urge. You needed to touch him again, feel him again, under your fingertips and on your lips and inside you. And he needed you too.

So the only thing that made sense right now was this: Your bodies pressing against each other, lips meeting in feverish kisses, hands tangling in hair, and running over wet skin.

The fresh scent of Sukuna's shower gel filled your senses, smelling just like him, so intoxicating and thrilling that it made your body yearn even more for your man.

Sukuna's large hands were massaging your back, spreading the shower gel over it, trailing down to your ass, and kneaded it firmly before his hands slipped between your bodies to cup your tits.

His lips were hovering over yours for a moment, driving you crazy. But tonight, he didn't have the patience to play games. Instead, his lips pressed against yours in another hungry kiss.

It was your turn to spread shower gel over Sukuna's body, caressing his tattoed skin gently. Your hands were running over defined muscles, tracing elegant black tattoos with your fingers, caressing and loving every inch of skin you touched.

You felt his taut abs flex under your touch, heard Sukuna's sharp intake of breath when your hand dipped lower and wrapped around his gorgeous cock, which was already half-erect again. You kissed his neck, sucking and licking at it as you stroked him, mouthing his adam's apple when you circled his thick tip with a finger.

His voice was a low growl,

"You're begging to get fucked again, huh, princess?"

"I can't help it. You're just so good at it, Daddy."

Your interaction was playful like always, but you could see that his smug smirk didn't quite reach his eyes. But you were intent on keeping him busy all night until he felt better.

You pumped his large hard cock a few times more before he groaned and turned the water off, urging you out of the shower and toweling both of you hastily dry with his fluffy dark red towels.

You got swept up into his strong arms once again, and this time Sukuna carried you to bed.

His muscular body was on you in a split second, pressing you down into the mattress as his lips found yours again. You welcomed him eagerly, wrapping your arms and legs around him, moaning when his swollen tip caught on your slick rim.

You were so wet for him, so ready for him to claim you one more time. And that's what he did. He fucked you again, insatiable and needy.

He rolled his hips in languid slow moves, fucking you slowly this time but with deep thrusts that made you cry out in pleasure. His lips silenced your noises, and his tongue licked into your mouth hungrily.

Sukuna's strong body was heavy on you, putting more weight on you than usual, but it felt so good, being claimed like this, trapped under him in a mating press, and all you could feel and see and hear was Sukuna.

You could tell how bad he needed you that night when his mouth opened against yours, and he moaned your name. Moaned it over and over again like a prayer.

He kept you on his cock afterwards, just rolled over, so you were both lying on your side, but he stayed deep inside you, strong arms wrapping around you tightly and holding you right there.

"Just stay here. Yeah, right there on my dick. Let me be inside you all night, darling."

You answered him by pushing back against him, nestling his thick cock even deeper into your tight heat. Sukuna was not the only one who needed the reassurance of being as close as possible to the person he loved. He was giving you as much safety as you were giving him.

After all, wasn't this what your role as the woman by the King's side was? Offering him comfort and emotional support in those dark hours? No matter how weak you might be, you were strong when it came to this. Only you could give him this.

Your hand landed on his toned forearm and caressed it tenderly, knowing that this arm had taken a life tonight, but it didn't scare you. Whatever the reason for Sukuna's action was, you trusted him. You knew he had to have a good reason. And that was enough for you.

Thank you so much for reading another chapter of my Yakuza AU! I hope you enjoyed shower sex with a bloody Daddy Kuna! I am so soft for him in this chapter aaaahhh!! You'll find out more about what happened that night in the next chapter. I had to split it because it got too long. Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Do you like domestic Yakuza King Sukuna as much as I do? There's just something about a man like him being relaxed at home and only being soft for you! And I would love to hear his commentary on the crime shows lol. Sorry, I am in love!

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"worth the wait" - w/ Gojo

a/n: this ended up much longer than i intended to, but after watching the new JJK op Gojo was the only thing on my mind. no beta and smut after the cut. hope you’ll enjoy it and reblogs are appreciated!

pairing: Gojo x fem reader

tw: teasing, corruption themes, size difference, masturbation, nipple play, knee grinding, multiple orgasms, mindbreak, cum play ��

word count: 1.9k

You hate that you can’t hate him. You wish you didn’t find his stupid jokes so funny, or the matter-of-factly way in which he says “I’m the best” so attractive. It would all be much easier for you if you could snicker and roll your eyes at his confidence when he’d say “I know you think about me at night.”

Instead, thinking about him at night is exactly what you do. Hand between your thighs, fingers buried in your hole as you get off to the thought of him on top of you, pumping in and out of your tight cunt. You wonder how he’d react if one day you’d reply to his comment with an ‘Yes’. Would he laugh? Would he tease you? Or maybe you’d finally get to taste his lips, to wrap your fingers around his cock.

“What are you thinking about?” you flinch when you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Is it me?” he whispers in a teasing tone, a shiver running down your spine when his hot breath hits your ear. How much of an asshole can he be sneaking up on you like this? Well, fuck it, you think. What’s the worst that could happen?

“And what if I was, Gojo?” There is a short pause and you internally facepalm, maybe confessing it wasn’t such a good idea. But then he laughs and your eyes dart to him.

“So you’re finally admitting it. Took you long enough.” You don’t even get to say a word before his mouth is on yours. With a hand on the back of your head and one on your waist, he’s pushing you until your back is pressed against the nearest wall. He pries your legs open with a knee, pressing it against your crotch and when you whine, he pulls his tongue from your eager mouth with a smirk. “I thought you’d fight back a bit more. But I guess you find me irresistible, huh?” 

You feel your skin burning at his words and the way he’s rubbing his knee on your pussy with only a couple of thin layers of clothing separating you isn’t helping. “You’re such a jerk,” you retort, but he just chuckles.

“And you’d like it if this jerk railed you right here?” He gathers both your hands and pins them above your head. Your heart is beating faster, the way he’s towering over you driving you crazy, his luscious lips within inches of yours. You want to give in so badly. 

It’s now or never. “Not here,” you whisper, trying to convince yourself as much as him. You’re right in the middle of a hallway at Jujutsu Tech, not the best place to fuck. Not if you don’t plan on finding another job at least. It’s getting harder to hold in your moans the more he’s teasing your covered clit and at this point the spot on his pants that’s pressed on you must be wet as well. 

“Hmm, I’ll indulge you since it’s our first time,” he chuckles and picks you up. A few moments later, he gently throws you on a bed “I brought you to my apartment if you’re so shy, though I’d rather have taken you right against that wall.” You know some things about Gojo’s cursed techniques, but still, it never fails to amaze you just how strong it is. Maybe that’s part of the appeal. That, and the few times you had those otherworldly eyes staring down at you.

You don’t have much time to analyze your motivations, not with the man himself climbing on top of you, jacket thrown next to the bed and shirt half unbuttoned. He is going to make you work for it if you want to see him naked. He enjoys seeing the battle within you between your desire for him and your desire to remain unbothered. It amuses him. It’s always fun, making the cool and collected ones lose themselves with lust. Have them crawl to him on their knees. And he knows just how to do it.

“You look so pretty splayed like that on my bed,” he mutters as he runs his hand up your naked leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps from your calf to your inner thigh. “I think we should take these off, they’re drenched,” he coos, tugging down your panties. You whimper when you feel the cold air hit your drooling slit. His lips are closing in to your ear again “And I’m keeping them - a memento of how much you want me.” He loves watching your expressions when he pushes your buttons. It’s easy with you, you respond so cutely to his teasing, so sensitive, so needy. He can’t wait to see how you’ll squirm when he’s fucking you, how your eyes will roll at the back of your head. 

“Pervert,” you hiss, but he only chuckles at that. Gojo licks the shell of your ear, hand kneading your breasts. A whine escapes you and you feel the corners of his mouth tug into a grin as he’s planting kisses on your jawline - he’s breaking your defenses, slowly but surely. Why would you be resisting him anyways? 

“So you’re into perverts, hmm?” He slips a finger between your wet folds slowly and you moan oh, so prettily for him. “Moaning like this from just a finger, such a cutie. What are you going to do when I put my cock inside you? Good thing the walls aren’t thin.” He pushes in and out of you while he’s lifting your top, planting kisses on your stomach and moving up to your breasts. He frees them from the confine of your bra and latches his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking as he adds a second finger in your cunt. You whine and he relishes the way your walls are sucking in his digits. You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around his cock.

Tingles run through your body. When you do it yourself it doesn't feel nearly as good. But you want more - need more. So when you see him release your nipple with a pop and pull his fingers from your sopping cunt only to stare at you with an impish smile, you can’t help but whine “Gojo, please!”

“Call me Satoru,” he grins “You’re always so formal, even naked on my bed. And please what?”

“Please stop being such a tease and just fuck me already!” Your cheeks are burning up, you can’t believe he’s making you act like such a needy slut. 

“All you had to do was ask,” he chuckles, untying his blindfold “I want you to look at me while I make you cream on my cock.”

Gojo’s eyes are just as mesmerizing as you remember and staring into them feels like taking a plunge off a cliff, just to fall into the sky. You bite your lip, you could be so cheesy sometimes. But you can’t stop looking, barely registering the way he takes your hands and places them on his shirt, unbuttoning it with your own fingers and then moving to undo the clasp of his belt. 

“Just like this,” he coos, pushing you on your back once he’s done making you undress him. Your eyes widen when you see his cock, fully hard and drops of precum leaking from the tip. “You like it?”

“I-I’m not sure it’s going to fit-” 

“We’ll make it fit,” Gojo coaxes, placing your legs on his shoulders and pressing the tip against your entrance. You whine, the way he’s spreading your muscle rim both painful and delicious. Inch by inch he’s stretching your tight walls, your back arching. He’s rubbing against each and every one of your sensitive spots and you’re so close to cumming just by having him enter you. “Oh, look at you, you’re so fucking wet and still so fucking tight.”

He grunts, sheeting himself inside you fully with one deep thrust. He gives you a moment to rest, enjoying the way your walls clench around his length. Gojo had his eyes on you for a while. He saw the way you always hesitated for a second every time he teased you, how you’d fight laughing at his jokes. And how you swayed your hips so alluringly each time you walked away as if spending one more second in his presence would make all your defenses crumble. But he knew it was just a matter of time before you’d fall right into his arms. You were just too cute, too innocent - he had to have you. 

“S-Satoru,” you moan his name when he starts moving again. Each thrust is hard and deep and each of them makes the coil in your abdomen tighten. His hands are on your ass, spreading your cheeks. You cry his name over and over. And he just pounds into you, slamming his hips into yours. He isn’t going to be gentle just because you never had a cock as big. He can’t, he’s not that merciful. You’re just too pretty, how you whine and squirm, how your much smaller body shakes when he touches you, when he fucks into you. Your eyes are glazed over, but you don’t close them, no, you’re looking straight at him. Drool is dripping from the corner of your mouth, and slick is running down your thighs. 

“You’re such a mess. Such a pretty fucking mess,” he smirks and thrusts harder. Your hands grip the sheets. So desperate, so needy. You need to hold onto something to keep you from bursting. But when he leans on you and his lips wrap around your nipples once more - you can’t hold it anymore. The coil snaps as your mind goes blank, your body frantically trying to pull him deeper inside you, squeezing, milking him.

He’s panting as he keeps fucking you through your high. He’s chasing his own release, trying to decide which part of your body he should mark with his cum. Your bouncy tits? Your pretty face? Or maybe he should just finish inside you and watch as it drips from your well-fucked hole. He’s close, so close. And you’re still cumming - is it the second or the third time? It doesn’t matter.

Pulling out of your velvety walls, he strokes his cock while rubbing your clit. He wants to see you squirming for a little while more. His body jerks and with a grunt he sprays his cum all over your stomach and breasts, a few drops landing on your face as you’re cumming again from the pressure on your clit. 

He’d ask you if you’d be able to fuck another man after this, but there was no point. You are so out of it, your walls clenching around nothing and body still shaking - you couldn’t answer him anyway. Gojo will just have to wait until you’re coherent again. He knows you won’t be able to stay away from him anymore, you’ll just be crawling on your hands and knees back to him, begging for his cock. And he’s going to give it to you, he’s going to fuck you in every corner of the school. It seems the wait was worth it.

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[sweetbbyshion]

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Season 1 Next Episode

Episode 1 -> Sex, Love or Money

This season's singles meet and plan a steamy retreat. Meanwhile, our high-tech hostess is getting ready to deliver some bombshell news.

12 hours until the sex ban

Hostess: In less than twelve hours our horny singles will be hit with a no-sex sucker punch. Thankfully, I don't have to break the news, as this luxury no-bone zone comes fully equipped with its own virtual guide - Lana! Its purpose is to lead the guests to making deeper and more meaningful connections without the physical aspect of it.

For the first twelve hours, Lana will be watching and analyzing our guests and will be secretly gathering personal data before laying down the sex ban.

Let's meet our oblivious singles and let the show begin.

You

Age: 23 years old Occupation: Fashion designer Last relationship: “Four months ago. He broke up with me because his job was more important than me and he just didn't have the time for me.” Her type: “I don't even know. Probably tall men with tattoos that look like gangsters.”

Haitani Ran

Age: 26 years old Occupation: “I’m rich and that's all that matters” Last relationship: “Can't even remember but my last hookup was like 10 minutes ago.” His type: “Big boobs.”

Haitani Rindou

Age: 25 years old Occupation: “My brother told me to say I’m rich and that's all that matters.” Last relationship: “Never had one. It was something that didn't interest me.” His type: “I like tall women. If they're taller than me, that's hot.”

Hanma Shuji

Age: 24 years old Occupation: Stripper Last relationship: “A couple of months ago. She cheated on me with one of my coworkers.” His type: “Love a big ass but I’ll fuck anyone who wants to fuck me.”

Sano Emma

Age: 22 years old Occupation: Influencer/Model Last relationship: “Never been in one! I guess I just haven't found the right one for me.” Her type: “I love tall men with tattoos! Absolutely my favorite. But as long as they're nice and sweet, I don't mind the appearance.”

Madarame Shion

Age: 25 years old Occupation: Tattoo artist and piercer Last relationship: “4 years ago. She dumped me because I pierced a girl’s pussy and she got super jealous.” His type: “ANYONE! I just love women so much. They're all so pretty and hot.”

Shiba Yuzuha

Age: 23 years old Occupation: “I’m my little brother's manager.” Last relationship: “Months ago with an ugly guy that cheated on me.” Her type: “I don't care about physical attributes but I really want someone who's sweet, caring and doesn't mind that sometimes I have to stay away for a couple of weeks because of work.”

Ryuguji Ken (Draken)

Age: 23 years old Occupation: bike shop owner Last relationship: “A couple of months ago with a girl that broke up with me because she fell in love with my coworker.” His type: “I usually go for blondes.”

Tachibana Hinata

Age: 22 years old Occupation: Influencer and a cosmetic brand owner Last relationship: “Oh God! It was months ago. He didn't like the attention my fame brought to him.” Her type: “Ah~ I like them skinny and scrawny. Just complete losers.”

Suzuki Mina

Age: 24 years old Occupation: Bartender Last relationship: “Never had one. I'm not the one to commit.” Her type: “Big, strong men who can manhandle me. I don't settle for less.”

Kokonoi Hajime

Age: 23 years old Occupation: Accountant Last relationship: "A long time ago." His type: "Don't have one"

In 23 years of your life, you never thought you would join a random reality show where you had to party and bond with hot people for a whole summer because your boyfriend dumped you. You didn't think much about it, simply joining the show to show your ex that you were just fine without him. You weren't. One night stands were now part of your life. A different person to fuck you every week with no strings attached. You just couldn't let yourself form meaningful connections with anyone after that relationship. People would leave no matter how much you care for them. So you didn't think twice before jumping on this opportunity. You get to spend the whole summer having casual hookups with no feelings involved and no time to think about how heartbroken you're feeling even though the breakup was four months ago. You wouldn't allow yourself to stop and think about it.

The presentations were a bit awkward, as expected. No one knew what to say, simply introducing themselves and mostly asking to be called by their first name. Emma and Hinata did most of the talking, trying to ease the tension on the way to the place everyone was going to stay at. Soon enough, the nerves went away and you felt like you had known them for more than a couple of minutes. The conversation was flowing, you already liked the girls and you couldn't deny that you wouldn't mind fucking every men here. Still, you promised yourself that you wouldn't do anything on TV… on the first night. You don't know how long it will take until you disappoint your mom but Hanma Shuji and Haitani Ran caught your attention right away. They're handsome and are just your type. Luckily you caught Hanma’s attention just as much while the older Haitani seemed more interested in Mina. You didn't mind, there was plenty of time to make your move on him and you were sure none of them came to this show to fall in love. It was still the first day after all and there was no need to rush.

The room was huge, full of big beds. If you counted correctly, there was one for each but you wouldn't mind sharing one with someone. It was obvious that eventually more people would join to stir up the drama. That's what the viewers want.

You sit on one of the comfy beds, your back against the headboard. You look around the room and your eyes stop on a weird lava lamp that you were sure you have seen around the villa but paid no mind. It was probably some decoration item. Hinata, Yuzuha, Kokonoi and Hanma sat in beds close to you, the rest of the people nowhere to be seen.

“Anyone you wanna share a bed with?” Hinata asks, looking around the room , murmuring numbers as she counts the beds.

Kokonoi is the first to deny, saying he will fight anyone who tries to get in bed with him. Yuzuha says she doesn't mind sharing with one of the girls if needed since none of the guys caught her attention. Hinata happily calls dibs on Yuzuha if new people ever join and you need to share beds.

“I wouldn't mind sharing with Y/N.” Hanma Shuji, that sneaky bastard, says, eyeing you from the bed next to yours.

You move a bit to the side and pat the place next to you. Hanma almost jumps into the bed, eager to be next to you. He’s closer to you than needed, your shoulders touching. He smells like a deep earthy musk, a faint smell of cigarettes mixed with it. It's good, it's intoxicating, and you can't help but move closer until the point where your senses are overfilled with his smell. The others become background noise while you're looking at the man sitting beside you. His hand tattoos caught your attention, making you grab one of his hands to look at it better. Your finger traces the kanji tattooed on his left hand and Hanma simply watches you, entranced by your actions.

“Sin and…” you grab the other hand. “...punishment?”

“Yeah. Pretty cool, right?”

You look at him, getting your face a little closer to his to whisper “Yeah, it's hot.”.

“Trying to make me pop a boner when we just met?”

“Is it working?”

Hanma doesn't reply and simply grabs a pillow to put on his lap. You don't know if you're glad or not that other people are in the room, preventing you from jumping on top of this man and devouring him. Perhaps you could forget about that rule you set to yourself about not sleeping with anyone on the first night.

Your lewd thoughts about the man next to you are interrupted when Shion enters the room to announce you're having a welcome party. You get up and wait for Hanma by the bed, watching everyone excitedly leaving the room. Before you can walk out of the door, a big hand grabs your wrist making you turn around. Your mind froze when you feel Hanma kissing you. It's surprisingly soft and slow and it doesn't take long for you to close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. Unfortunately, the kiss didn't last long and you try to chase his lips as soon as he moves away. He smirks, amused by your neediness and pulls you to meet the others.

Shion is doing some weird dance moves when you get outside and you can see Emma already talking to Draken in a corner. Hinata and Yuzuha are dancing together. Well, Hinata is dancing and trying to make Yuzuha move by swinging her arms.

Ran is the one who suggests a game. One person has to be blindfolded and the others can touch, kiss, or whatever they feel like. The blindfolded person has to guess who touched them. There's no winner and certainly no rules. You excitedly grab the blindfold and Mina helps you tie it in the back of your head. You only hear laughs and then lips on yours. The already familiar scent gives away who it is and you make the most of it, not wanting him to pull away too soon again. His hand goes down to grab your ass, pulling you closer to him and the whistles in the background bring you back to earth and you pull away for air. You say Hanma's name and big hands help you take off the blindfold and fix your hair. His pretty face is staring at you and you can't help but pull him to another kiss.

People kept taking turns, some being more bold than others. When Ran’s turn arrived, Mina pulled you with her and signaled for a kiss. You did your best trying to have a threeway kiss. Ran’s hands are holding yours and Mina’s waist and he bites your lower lip before moving to bite Mina’s. You use your thumb to clean the drool on his lips and he guesses right. You don't even sit since it's Hanma’s turn and excitedly walk to him, you kiss his neck, biting it softly but not enough to give him a hickey. Your hand goes down his chest, feeling the muscle and stopping just where his shorts start. His hand cups your face to pull you for a kiss, his tongue promptly exploring your mouth. A ding in the background catches your attention and you move away from Hanma to look at your new friends. You both sit down and the hostess appears, her smile making you a bit uneasy.

“Hello everyone! How’s everyone doing tonight? Enjoying the party?” A chorus of yes is heard. “That's good! Tonight, we have a special guest.”

A big box is brought to the center. Everyone seems excited but you can't help but get the feeling that something wrong is going to happen. The lights go down and Hinata’s excited voice can be heard, asking who it might be. The suspense is killing you, your leg bouncing a bit. Smoke starts coming out of the box and then a platform goes up, revealing the weird lava lamp that is placed all over the villa. It lights up and another ding is heard.

“Hello. I’m Lana.” the device says. “Your personal, digital assistant. Welcome to the retreat.” You look at Hanma, a bit confused about the talking cone. He looks as confused as you. “You may be in paradise but the party is over.”

“What does that mean?!” Emma’s voice is heard from the other side of the couch.

“The purpose of this retreat is to help you gain deeper and more emotional connections.”

Your jaw drops. Suddenly, all the idiotic questions about your sex and dating life made sense. The way they tried to get every single bit of what happened with your break up masking it with curiosity.

“This is bullshit.” Hanma murmurs beside you.

“For the last twelve hours, I have been watching you and learning about your behavior. You have been selected as you are all having meaningless flings over genuine relationships.”

“That's a lie!” Hinata says.

“If it was a lie I don't think you would have been selected, hun.” Yuzuha replies.

“As part of your social development, I have allocated a price of ¥30,000,000.”

The gasp you let out is almost involuntary. It's a great prize but you feel like there's a but coming and you don't like what you have been hearing so far.

“Are they going to keep the two of us close in a closet until we develop a meaningful connection or something?” Rindou comments.

“However…”

“There it is.” you laugh.

“I will deduct money from the prize fund if there are breaches to the rules. There is no kissing, no heavy petting, no sex and no self-gratification.”

“Wait, wait, wait, what's that?” Shion asks, a genuine confused look on his face.

“You can't masturbate.”

You let your head fall on your hands, thinking about how stupid you could be that you got yourself into this type of reality show. Hanma sighs next to you, falling back on the couch and laughing, even though you can tell it's fake.

“Well. We’re fucked.”

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[seokjinsdisciple]

forbidden fruit - part one

mark x reader (literally all smut and completely self-indulgent)

mark is the epitome of innocence. pastor’s son and good christian boy. can he be tempted by the forbidden fruit?

UNEDITED

if you see this and you know me. inreal life, no you didn’t 

word count: 3.8k (blame red wine me)

warnings: language, fingering, choking kinda? (mark chokes himself), mutual masturbation, mommy kink, handjob, sub mark, blowjob, mentions of virginity and religion, uh wet dreams, sex toys, probably more lmk what i missed

You had met Mark 3 years ago in your church’s youth group. You never really liked church if you were honest, finding the whole thing rather stupid. However, Mark made coming to church very worth it. He was your age, the pastor’s son and probably the most handsome boy in your small town. 

You spent your high school years pining after the boy. Your hormones were out of control and associating all horniness with his face. A real problem when you had to spend hours with him at church. 

You ran into him one day on your campus your freshman year, his face lighting up as the two of you made small talk. You talked pretty regularly after that, becoming closer than you had been before, and when the two of you moved in together you thought all of your wet dreams were about to come true. 

At least until Mark drunkenly confessed to you one night that he was “like totally a virgin, dude.” 

The two of you were giggling messes, too many bottles of empty soju surrounding where you sat on the floor. Mark’s cheeks were deep red seconds after the words came out of his mouth. 

“Yo, I can’t believe I just said that, omg,” he said, hands covering his face as his ears reddened. 

“It’s ok, Mark,” you giggled, pulling his hands off of his face, “I kinda figured you were.”

You hadn’t, but you didn’t want him to feel embarrassed, and you certainly didn’t want him to stop talking about it. 

“Really?” he asked, a hopeful look on his face, “are you too?”

“No,” you giggled, hands covering your own face now, Mark’s whine ringing out in your mostly empty living room. 

“This-uh,” Mark whispered, “Sorry if this is uh- a weird question and you totally don't have to answer if you don't want to dude, but what did it feel like?”

So you told him, you answered every question he had that night. And when the two of you drunkenly parted ways, it was with a stickiness between your legs and an obvious tent in his pants. And that was the start of your current relationship with Mark.

It had been awkward at first, after that night. But he had started asking you more and more questions. They started off innocently enough, like what kissing felt like. Yeah, he was that innocent. But the questions started getting more and more sexual, and it was getting harder and harder to control yourself around him. 

You found yourself starting off simply at first. Changing what you wore around the house. It began by you wearing shorter and shorter pj bottoms. And then by wearing tops that gradually increased in sheerness, until you started just wearing oversized t-shirts. Losing pieces of underwear as you went.

Yeah, you were trying to seduce him. But who could blame you? Mark was the center of your wet dreams, and he had been so since the start of 8th grade. So who were you to deny his request?

It had been a regular Tuesday, classes attended and dinner shared when a blushing Mark had turned to you on the couch. 

“Something has been happening to me,” he confessed, his bright pink cheeks enough to make you soften. 

“Are you ok?” you had asked, completely convinced that he had never approached any topic like this before with you. 

“It’s just-,” he started, glancing nervously to the clasped hands in his lap, “I’ve been thinking about all the answers you’ve given me about...sex and all that. And well everytime that happens, I get this...heat in my abdomen. And no matter what I can’t make it go away.”

“Mark-,” you breathed out, glancing swiftly down to where, sure enough, there was a tent in his pants, “Are you talking about being horny?”

“I don’t- I don’t know what you mean,” he whispered, flushing an (impossibly) deeper shade of pink. 

“Oh sweetheart,” you whispered, “Are you feeling the heat in your abdomen now?”

You smiled gently as he nodded shyly back at you. Encouraging him with your facial expression as you hummed in acknowledgement.

“This is called being horny, Mark.” you spoke, much more calmly and clearly than you thought possible because of the heat tickling your own lower half. “What do you normally do when you feel this way?”

“I-I don’t normally do anything,” Mark admitted, eyes flicking up to yours for just a moment before settling back to his own clasped hands, “I just try to distract myself until it goes away.”

“Oh you poor thing,” you whispered, drawing your hand up to Mark’s face and caressing it gently, “Have you ever made yourself cum, Mark?”

Mark looked up at you again, confusion on his brow as he shook his head, “I don’t know-know what you mean.”

“You’re such a sweet angel,” you said, “Would you like me to show you how you can make it go away?”

Mark’s eyes connected with yours, and finally, they stayed there. He looked deep in thought, but before you could rush to apologize and hurry back to your room, he spoke.

“You can make it go away?” he asked hesitantly, and god did you want to ruin him on the spot. Wrap your lips around him and make him curse the lord he so deeply believed in. But you held back. The last thing you wanted to do was scare him away. 

“I can show you,” you spoke slowly, “if you want me to.”

“I think I might like that,” he whispered, the bob of his adams apple making you grow damp between your thighs. There was just something about Mark that made you insatiably hungry. And not for a meal. 

You scooted closer to him on the couch, ignoring the thumping of your heart and the wetness between your legs as you spoke, “I’m gonna tell you what you need to do. And you’re gonna listen, aren't you, baby?”

Mark’s eyes widened as he gulped, but he still nodded his head. You felt a little bad for how nervous he seemed, considering how excited you were. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked, analyzing his face closely. When he nodded you just tutted at him, “I need words, Mark.”

“Yeah,” he spoke, “I really want to do this.”

“Okay,” you smiled gently at him, “I want you to start by letting your hands explore. Touch everywhere, slowly, and find what feels best for you, Mark.”

You watched intently as he slowly brought his hand up to his neck, letting his fingers hesitantly dance across his skin. His eyes shot to yours when he shuddered, unable to stop himself. 

“Is-is that good?” he asked, whining as he dropped his hand to his chest. 

“You’re doing so good, Mark,” you encouraged, hesitantly placing your hand on his thigh, “Is it ok if I touch you like this?”

Mark nodded so quickly you almost laughed, the blush dusting his cheeks almost as cute as the way he squirmed under your grasp. His breathing increased as you crept your fingers slowly up his thigh. You let your hand rest on his hip, splaying your fingers so close to his dick but so far away.

“You’re- you’re making it worse,” he stuttered out, letting out a shocked moan as his fingers brushed over his nipple.

“No, baby,” you smirked at him, “I’m making it better.”

Mark’s cock jumped in his sweats, his blush deepening as he let out another quiet moan, “I- I like it when you call me that.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, “I’m glad you like being called baby, it suits you.”

His breath hitched as you dipped a finger beneath the band of his sweats, letting it rest there. You smiled when his hands met yours, grabbing his pants and tugging them off. You almost moaned as his glistening red cock slapped his stomach. He hadn’t been wearing underwear. 

“What do I do now?” he whispered, eyes blown out with lust and hair perfectly tousled. 

You let your finger trail up to where a bead of precum rested on the head of his dick. You watched as his face scrunched in pleasure, breath knocked out of him as you swirled the wetness around the tip. 

“Make sure your hand is wet enough,” you said, spitting into your hand, smirking as Mark’s eyes shot open at the noise, flickering down to where your hand was hovering over his cock. 

You watched as he swallowed, his own fingers curling into the couch as he said, “Will you please touch me now?”

“How could I say no when my baby asks so nicely,” you said, eyes never leaving his face as you finally wrapped a hand around his length. 

Mark was a sight to behold. Sweat glistened on his forehead as you wrapped your hand tightly around his cock. The guttural moan he let out was enough to have you cumming in your pants, but you held strong. Well as strong as you could as he clung onto your form. You dragged your hand slowly up his length, thumb flicking over the head of his cock as he groaned into your shoulder. 

You felt on top of the world, Mark’s pleasure the direct response to every flick of your wrist. You barely recognized him. Whining, needy mess as he mewled into your shoulder. 

“Mo-mommy,” he whimpered, hands quickly finding your core, “Can I touch you too?”

Who were you to deny your polite boy, quickly and ungracefully shoving your panties to the side to give Mark an easier access to your heat. You’d be lying if you said the term mommy had no effect on you. In fact, you were dripping at this point, just one look at Mark enough to make your pussy throb in need. Not that you would tell him that. 

“Baby,” you said quietly, guiding Mark’s over-enthusiastic hand to your clit, “right here, keep rubbing in circles.”

“Yes, mommy,” he whimpered, shoving his reddened face into your shoulder as your wrist moved quicker up and down his length. 

“Good boy,” you groaned, squirming where you sat on the couch as Mark slipped a finger into your dripping cunt. 

You were getting each other off at an inhuman pace, the two of you squirming and wiggling where you sat. The pleasure of it all too much to take. This was Mark’s first time feeling any contact on his cock, and you’d be lying if you said you never dreamed of Mark’s fingers pumping into you at the pace they were now. 

This was the definition of a wet dream, for both of you. And as you came with his fingers reaching a place in you no one else had reached before, you were determined to make Mark cum. 

You flicked your thumb around the head of his cock, watching with half lidded eyes as he shuddered. He was putty in your hands, and there was no way in hell that he would ever be able to touch himself the way you were touching him now. And you didn’t care. The only thing you cared about in this moment was throwing him off the edge with you. Corrupting that sweet little church boy the only way you knew how. 

It was with a satisfying grin and an earth-shattering moan from Mark as you watched cum spurt from him. Eyes scrunched in pleasure as his entire body shook with a feeling he had never experienced before. An orgasm. 

You watched in wonder as he clung onto you. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he threw his head back on the couch. You watched as his cock twitched as rope after rope of cum sprung from him, years of pent up pleasure finally releasing at your hands. You had never felt more powerful in that moment. 

You parted that night with a sweet kiss to his lips after cleaning him up. Boneless Mark even more pliable than before, and as much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t stop thinking about what you could do to a sleepy Mark. That night there was no awkwardness between you. 

That, of course, changed as time passed, both of you ignoring the mutual pleasure you had achieved by the other's hand. You ignored any feelings you had, whether it be attraction or lust. Mark deliberately avoided you, and as much as you hated to admit it, but you avoided him too. 

You were convinced the two of you would never recover from this, from your experimentation with each other's bodies. At least until he burst into your room one Sunday afternoon, notably after his father’s church service, with a question and burning cheeks. 

“Have you ever given a blowjob?” he asked, the door to your bedroom swinging into the wall with a loud bang that neither of you could hear. 

“Mark?” you asked, putting your laptop to the side as you looked quizzically up at him.

“I watched one..porn video about it last week and I haven't been able to focus since.”

“You watch porn now?” you asked, raising a critical eyebrow as you looked him up and down.

“I-, no” Mark stuttered, face flushing an impossibly deeper shade of red, “yes, what about it?”

“You sound sure of yourself,” you teased, “come sit.”

“Never mind-��Mark rushed out, turning away from you and hurrying towards your open door. 

“Sit, Mark. Now please,” you spoke, dominance in your tone as you watched his body language change. 

You smiled softly to yourself as he shuffled to your bed, sitting on the edge and avoiding your gaze. 

“Did you have a question for me, baby?”

You almost laughed as he sighed, body immediately relaxing at the nickname he had told you he loved so much. 

“I was just wondering,” he said, glancing up at you and losing his confidence, “haveyouevergivenablowjob?”

“What was that? I couldn’t quite catch that, Mark,” you said, knowing glance as you watched his lips form into a perfect pout.

“Are you really gonna make me ask again,” he whispered, looking down from where his eyes previously met yours. 

“Yes, baby, I am.”

You grasped his hand as he whined, squeezing his palm slightly as he pouted up at you. 

“Have you ever given a blowjob?” he whispered, eyes glancing to every corner of the room to avoid your gaze. 

“I have.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as his eyes met yours curiously. Fingers playing with your comforter as you watched the wheels turning in his brain. You were begging him to ask, practically groveling for him to say the words that would fuel the corruption kink you had solely for Mark. 

“Can you…” Mark started, scotting subconsciously closer to you, “can you give me one?”

“Well that depends on you, Mark. Do you think you deserve my mouth?”

You watched with bated breath as he nodded, a tent already fully formed in his pants as the conversation went on.

“What makes you think you deserve it, huh? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks, Mark. After Mommy made you feel so good. You ignored me, and now I find out you’ve been watching porn. Being such a naughty boy. Doesn’t really seem right to give you my mouth.”

You had him now, hook line and sinker. He was trapped, listening to every one of your words, waiting with bated breath as you made up your mind. 

“I- I’ve never felt it before, Mommy. I promise I’ll be better next time. I’ll do better next time. Just please suck me off,” he begged, filthy words dripping from his mouth in desperation. 

“I’m ruining you, Mark,” you whispered, “Absolutely destroying your sweet innocence. What about your God, Mark? Would he want you to beg for my mouth like you just did?”

“I-,” he started, quieting as you pushed a finger towards his lips. 

“It’s ok, baby. I’ll make you worship that God of yours in a way you didn’t even know was possible. 

You steadied his shaking body as you switched him places on your bed. Sitting in front of him in your disgustingly dirty pj top and messy bun as he laid in front of you. You tugged his pants down, licking your lips in want as his cock slapped his stomach. 

You wanted this just as much as he did, evident by your drool and dirty thoughts. You hadn’t noticed his sizable length before, too focused on all of the other unbelievable things that had happened before wrapping your hand around his cock. You took it all in now, the glory of Mark’s cock, pulsing red and so incredibly hard in need. If he hadn’t whimpered you would’ve stared at this beautiful sight for hours. But he was needy and so were you. So you wrapped your mouth around him. And dear God was Mark a sight to behold.

He had stars in his eyes as your tongue ran up the length of his cock. He could barely contain himself as his hips bucked up into your mouth. Politeness leaving his body as he followed his craving for pleasure. 

Within seconds his hands were in your hair. Tugging as you worked your mouth over his sensitive length. He was barely holding it together, and the second you reached the bottom of his cock, he cursed. 

His hips were itching to move, you could feel the way they bucked ever so slightly as you took him. Your hands grasped his thigh tightly as he unintentionally pushed your head down. You were taking as much as he gave you, and as he whined in pleasure you couldn’t help  A second later he wasn’t touching you anymore, eyes wide when you glanced up at him. 

“So-sorry,” he whispered, for what you weren’t sure. 

“What’s wrong, Mark?” you asked gently. 

“I should go,” he said, face paling as he scooted further away from you on the bed, “This isn’t right.”

You stood up quickly, sitting beside him and cupping his face in your hands, “Mark you can go if you want to, I won’t stop you. But do you really think something that felt so good could be bad?”

“I-I don’t know,” he whispered, shying away from your touch, “I’m going to the library.”

He stood up quickly, half tripping as he tried to pull his pants back up, fumbling with himself and the door as he tried to leave. 

“Mark,” you called out to him, waiting until he turned to meet your gaze before continuing, “It’s ok that you aren’t ready yet. But I’m always here if you have more questions.”

He nodded at you, “Thank you, for understanding,” blush returning to his cheeks as he spoke, “I feel comfortable around you, Yn.”

He closed the door after he left, and while your Sunday afternoon was spent attached to a vibrator, you were glad Mark had felt comfortable enough with you to tell you that he wasn’t comfortable. 

Maybe you had pushed him too far, and as much as it killed you, you were glad he was taking his time. If your baby wasn’t ready to go any further than handjobs, then that was that. He was too innocent to be corrupted, which is what made corrupting him all the better. 

Yes, Mark had been full of curiosity and questions. But you were the one who wasn’t ready for the question he asked next.

[yslkook]

UNFUCKWITABLE (9)

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summary: jungkook convinces you to take a staycation with him for a few days (a week).

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, oc and jk discuss their unprotected sex practices, vomiting, some jealous jk, mild exhibitionism, fingers in oc's mouth grinding, making out, oral (m), titjob

word count: 7k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. also...cant believe mom manifested into butter jk im in pain

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Jungkook is unsurprised to enter your home with the key you’d given him the other week and find it completely empty. You’ve been working early mornings and incredibly late nights for the last week and a half, and he can tell it’s beginning to take a toll on you. The first sign that you were beginning to wear down was when you had skipped dinner in favor of sleeping. The second was when you had snapped at him in irritation and then immediately cried over hurting his feelings.

He can think of about a dozen other things, including the even more pronounced bags under your eyes. You’ve always had dark circles under your eyes naturally from hyperpigmentation but these days, not even concealer can help you mask them.

In fact, the reason that you’d even given him a key was because you felt like work was taking over your entire life. You’d hardly had a chance to see anyone who wasn’t a work colleague, and you just missed Jungkook. At least this way, you could wake up and go to bed with him.

You had only been calling Jungkook your partner just shy of four months, and he had a key to your home. Perhaps it was fast for other people, but with him, it felt right. So he keeps a copy of your keys on his lanyard- it’s possibly his most prized possession right now. Jungkook usually only comes when you ask him to, he’s been staying at your place for the last week because of how tired and busy you were.

Usually you stop by the tattoo parlor at least once or twice a week, but you have been sparse because of work. So he’s here, in your home without you. It felt strange the first few times he’d been here without you, but then he started leaving little pockets of himself- his shoes next to yours, his hair product on your shelf, and his two of his jackets hanging near yours in the closet. He’d even purchased a new plant to keep on your windowsill in your living room (which you take turns dutifully watering and making sure she gets enough sunlight).

It’s all very domestic. He had jokingly told you not to expose him to your shared friends, specifically Mina and Mei. To which you had rolled your eyes.

Though some small, very small, part of him wonders if the magic will fade away soon. Considering how fast you both are moving both physically into your home and in your relationship.

It’s only been a few months, and you both were incredibly comfortable with the idea of unprotected sex- after all, Jungkook always pulls out in time. Until, of course, you’d had a pregnancy scare. Hoseok and Yoongi, ever the pair of realists, had scolded him when Jungkook had revealed that you both hardly ever used any protection-

“Are you trying to knock her up? Is that it? You both ready to potentially be parents?” Yoongi says mildly as he polishes off his wine, looking at Jungkook expectantly. Jungkook’s cheeks burn.

“No, I’m not trying to knock her up and no, nobody’s trying to be parents-”

“You both are lucky you haven’t knocked her up already,” Hoseok says, with more heat in his voice, “You both are fucking stupid, but you especially.” He even smacks the back of his head with the book in his hands and Jungkook glares at him.

“Hey, my pull out game has always been strong, and I’m serious about her. We wouldn’t fuck raw if-”

“Oh, yes, then we definitely have nothing to worry about,” Yoongi says, “Keep it moving, Hobi.

“Talk to her about it, or else,” Hoseok threatens, “I don’t wanna hear about another pregnancy scare because you’re both idiots.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook relents, “We’ve been talking about it. It just sucks that birth control can fuck up a woman’s body like that, you know? Mood changes and appetite changes, nausea and everything…”

“You could always get a vasectomy,” Yoongi says bluntly.

“Mei said the same thing. She was way more mean about it, though. Told me she’d cut my balls off if I didn’t get my shit together.”

“I don’t blame her, considering what a mess you both were last month.”

“We were not a mess!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so stressed ever in your life, not even when your first bike got run over by a car. Or when your tattoo got infected three consecutive times. And I’ve never seen her cry so much before.”

“Alright, maybe we’re a little bit of a mess.”

In the end, you and Jungkook had both decided that yes, condoms were probably a good idea. Considering the pregnancy scare you had last month, you both were on edge and a little paranoid. Jungkook hadn’t even mentioned the idea of you taking birth control or getting an IUD, knowing that your last few experiences with the former were unpleasant-

“I can get a vasectomy, you know. In fact, Yoongi suggested it,” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly but your jaw drops.

“Jungkook. I don’t think vasectomies are reversible like that. Think about what you’re saying,” You murmur, “I’m touched you’d consider a surgical procedure so I don’t have to take birth control, but what if-”

“I looked it up, they can be reversed-”

“But Jungkook! You don’t know that, what if you want to have kids later and you can’t because you decided on a fucking whim to get a vasectomy? It’s still trauma on your body! You can’t just snip snap, snip snap your vas deferens tube whenever you please. At least with birth control you can start and stop it, even if that’s not a completely benign process.”

Jungkook looks at you long and hard, his tongue poking his cheek and you sigh. “But I don’t-”

“Honey. I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” You murmur, squeezing his hands in yours, “But we’re both being stupid. We’re both acting like condoms don’t exist. Why don’t we start with condoms and then think about getting your tubes tied or me getting an IUD?”

“You spoiled me,” Jungkook complains dramatically and drops his head to your chest, “With your pussy. I’m spoiled now.”

“Shut up.”

And so now, a box of condoms sits in the drawer of your nightstand and you’ve taken to bringing a few with you in your purse as well (and so does he). You’d been far more nervous buying condoms than you’d ever been of buying anything else, and Jungkook had only cockily grinned at you.

Today’s Friday and it’s the day of your deadline. Meaning that you’d hopefully be home soon and be his for the rest of the weekend. He fully plans on getting you to relax and stay in for the majority of the weekend, so that you can catch up on sleep.

But then you come home past dinner (you had sent him a text earlier telling him that you were going to be late. He knows your mood is sour- you had been in a foul mood all week, and the fact that you’re so close to being home but so far just makes it worse). You come home with an empty belly, a weary mind and wetness along your lash line. Climbing into bed next to him, you circle your arms around his waist and cry tiredly into his chest.

“J-Jungkook,” You hiccup, “I’m so tired, they kept me s-so late today but it’s done. Everything is finished-”

“Oh, baby,” He sighs, rubbing your back soothingly, “It’s okay. We can just sleep now. You should take a few days off next week, baby.”

“I don’t know…” But your eyes are wide and considering it.

“You’ve been running on empty all week,” Jungkook points out, “For longer than that. Your job can handle two or three days without you while you recharge. Text your boss, baby. You need to rest, too.”

He nudges your cheek with his nose and you hum in agreement. “Okay. Five day weekend? Sure you won’t get tired of me?” You murmur and laugh when he squeezes your waist.

“We can make it a staycation.”

And you’re already texting your boss, telling her that you needed a few days off next week. She gives you a thumbs up and encourages you to rest up, making it a point to recognize how hard you’ve been working. She even suggests you take the full week off, which you jump at and Jungkook only grins at you.

“My brilliant girl, charming her way into a full week off.”

You swat his hand away and hide your burning but satisfied face in his chest. “Yeah, your bad habits are rubbing off on me.”

“Oh, that’s not the only thing rubbing off on you,” Jungkook says wickedly and pushes his hips into yours, earning a fierce pinch to his bare waist.

“Hush, I’m trying to nap,” You mumble, your voice muffled. Without warning, you lick his neck and bite lightly at the base of his neck, ignoring his soft yelp. He doesn’t have a chance to question you on what that was, as you’re already falling asleep.

You’ve always thought from the beginning, even when you and Jungkook were just friends, that he was an ass man. You’ve caught him staring at your ass many, many times- in jeans, in a dress, in a skirt. And now that you both are officially together, he spends any and every moment he can with a hand on your ass. Casually, when you both walk side by side. And purposefully when you’re both just in his bed or on your couch. His hand is a well known presence on your ass, not that you’re complaining.

One of Jungkook’s favorite places to nap is on your ass, with his cheek pressed into you and one hand firmly gripping your ass. He also likes laying with his head on your lap. But his favorite place to nap is with his head buried in your chest, specifically buried in between your tits. He is currently analyzing his hypothesis that your right tit is smaller than your left, a thought he’s had for a while now, but needs further samples of evidence to properly assess.

But he’s always had an affinity for your tits, whether you’re blissfully unaware of it or not. You don’t notice it not really- you like any and all of his touches on any inch of your skin, as you’ve told him many times before. Especially when he holds you close next to him or under him and you feel protected, surrounded by only him.

He holds you, looks at you as if you’re as soothing as the sea and as bright as a supernova. And yet, the universe is contained in his big, doe eyes.

But really, at the end of the day, it’s an affinity for you. Jungkook loves every part of your mind, body, and soul, and he thinks he has for a long time. His heart has been tangled with yours since the first time he had seen you years ago at Hobi’s surprise birthday party that you had planned. Jungkook is sure that when he had seen you with a homemade red velvet cheesecake with a ‘Happy Birthday Hobi <3’ written perfectly in red icing in your arms, a silly party hat on your head, and a shy, beaming smile on your lips, he had been magnetized to your center of gravity from then on.

But even then, he had only hovered. Barely introducing himself, if it weren’t for Mina and Mei. He thought he had known girls like you- girls who baked cakes, planned elaborate birthday parties for their friends and wore flowery dresses liked other predictable people. It’s another one of his hypotheses (which has been clearly debunked)- but by now, he knows not to be so judgmental of others.

But he doesn’t dwell on that for long. Even the first time he met you, right after he had introduced himself to you and you had stared at him with starstruck eyes and stammered a quiet ‘hello’ in return, Sora had cornered him. And told him to back off from right then, that you were off limits. That you’d never be interested in a guy like him, so to not even spend a second in his stupid little mind even entertaining the ridiculous idea.

So he backed off subconsciously, thinking it wasn’t worth it to even know you as a friend. He’d convinced himself that it was too much trouble, and Jungkook has always been an easygoing kind of guy in most instances. After all, your best friend would know you best, right? And really, what did he care? As the saying goes, there were about a million other fish in the sea.

However. Even then, with each word uttered between you both, with each laugh that he pulled from your soft mouth, he couldn’t help the reluctant fondness for you that began to bloom. You had surprised him every few months after that, just saying hello at events that you were both present at and asking how he was. With that stupidly beautiful smile and those bright, shy eyes.

You were a smart, kind woman, always remembering details about others. And he was no exception.

That was years ago. He’s known you since your third year at university, hanging by a thread just outside your orbit. But this is now.

This is now, and your lips are against his neck, your chest pressed to his. You climb into his lap haphazardly, nearly knocking your mug off of the coffee table. You both have only just woken up and stumbled out of bed for coffee and breakfast. You had combed the tangles out of his bedhead with his head in your lap, but now sleepiness has washed away and you’re tugging at his oversized shirt.

You promptly bite him, right where his neck tattoo starts and ends. Jungkook meets your eyes with an incredulous, breathy laugh. “What’s gotten into you?” He murmurs, palming your chest from under your shirt.

“Nothing. You just have a very biteable neck, I told you,” You say, resuming your inspection of the vein next to his tattoo, “What a juicy jugular vein-”

Jungkook holds your wrist and flips you so that your back is on the couch. “My sexy vampire girlfriend. Love when she starts talking about my jugular vein.”

“Watch out, I might drink from it. You never know,” You giggle with a wink, squirming in his grip.

“You can do whatever you want,” Jungkook murmurs but then an idea that has been planted in his head for weeks now spills from his lips without him meaning to, “I wanna fuck your tits, baby.”

Your eyes go comically wide, mimicking Jungkook’s own. His cheeks are a little pink from his abrupt confession as silence falls between you both.

“That’s really interesting,” You muse.

“Is it?” He asks, feeling a little lightheaded. You tug a little at his purple locks to pull him down to you.

“Yeah. Always thought you liked booty. And legs,” You shrug, “But I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.”

Jungkook’s throat is too dry for him to reply coherently. But he finds his voice after you give him a reassuring smile, “Uh, when it’s you, I like everything.”

“Me too. When it’s you, I like everything,” You mumble, heat rising in your cheeks, “And uh… you can. Do that I mean.”

“Do what?” He asks teasingly, tilting his head to the side.

“Don’t play dumb,” You whine, shoving his shoulder.

“C’mon say it,” Jungkook jeers, not unkindly, “Put your big girl panties on.”

“I hate you,” You sigh dramatically, “Fine. You can fuck my tits, if you so desire.” His face splits into a grin as he thumbs your chin and ducks his head into your neck. He playfully nips at your skin, murmuring that he’s just giving you a taste of your own medicine, but you feel his half hard cock pressing against your thigh.

The image of his cock wet and slick between your tits is now imprinted in your mind, and when both of you want something, you’ll surely get it.

Despite your eagerness of making Jungkook’s wish a reality, neither of you have had the chance for your usual shenanigans just yet. You still have quite a few days of your staycation left, so you won’t rush it. You had spent most of the first two days sleeping, cuddling, spooning, eating and lots and lots of slow sex.

You think you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve left your bed. Jungkook has been nothing short of wonderful, bringing you food (just this once, you hate eating while in bed), giving you shoulder rubs and booty rubs without you asking. Your favorite ice cream is in your freezer. Life is good.

His shirt hangs off of your shoulder and you’re too lazy to fix it. In fact you’re too lazy for pajama bottoms, only settling on your favorite pair of comfortable panties (nothing flashy. Just a standard black cotton panty) to wear under your shirt. One might even call them granny panties or whatever, but lace was uncomfortable on your skin. Lace and thongs are for very, very special occasions (hardly if ever) and you are in the comfort of your own home. You’ll be comfortable if it’s the last thing you do.

In fact, you’re too lazy to even raise your head to pucker your lips for a kiss from Jungkook. You only open your arms and hum, as if he’s supposed to telepathically know what you want from him. But he does, and he flops onto you once he tugs his shirt off. Jungkook’s face remains buried in your chest as you gently rub his scalp.

He hums happily, nearly purring at your touch and shoves himself closer into your hold. You can’t believe this man, the man who mildly intimidated you for years, is now in your arms and purring like a baby kitten. He’s admitted a few times that his scalp has been irritated and inflamed ever since he dyed his hair purple. One of his favorite things is to lay in your lap while you massage a mix of coconut oil and peppermint oil into his scalp.

He looks up at you, warm heat blazing in his eyes. You’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about but he palms your pussy from under your shirt- your still swollen, puffy pussy from the four times he’s made you cum already.

“Can I help you, Jungkook,” You ask flatly, but your poker face breaks when he dots you with kisses up and down your thighs.

“Yeah, fuck,” Jungkook groans, voice slowing to a whine, “I’m still hard, baby, fuck. Help me.”

“How are you still hard,” You wonder with a grin, “Damn, Jeon. You must really like me, huh?”

“If that wasn’t obvious then I’m clearly not doing something right here,” He breathes into your skin.

“Gimme a kiss then,” You murmur, pushing his long hair behind his ear. His eyebrow piercing glints in the light of your bedroom and you trace it gently with your fingertips. Jungkook desperately pushes his lips to yours, parting your lips easily and slipping his tongue into your mouth. He kisses your teeth hungrily, strands of his hair brushing against your cheeks.

His hips roll into yours impatiently, hands already pawing at your shirt. The air in your bedroom is suddenly so stifling, thick and nearly choking you both with the intensity of your desire. You just want him to feel good with you.

“Jungkook,” You say softly with warm cheeks, “You can use me, however you want. Tell me what you want, bunny.”

He lets out a quiet gasp, his eyes bright and wide.

You’re both on the same page, because he’s scrambling to chuck his boxers to the side and you’re tossing your shirt on top of his boxers.

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“Fuuuck,” Jungkook groans. He’s breathless, heart racing erratically. All he can do is hold your shoulders as he watches with a piercing, hazy gaze as his cock is swallowed in between your tits. You squeeze them tightly together, trying to create as much friction as you can for him.

“Fuck,” He whines, “Fuck, you look so good, baby. O-oh, shit, my pretty baby, you’re pretty-”

Jungkook nearly cums when you mischievously stick your tongue out to brush against the head of his leaking cock. The visual is almost too much for him and his breaths are choked, strangled as he forces himself to look into your dark eyes.

“So big, bunny, look,” You say softly, “You like this? You’re so hot like this…”

He’s nearly in tears, eyes shining and wet at how good this feels. If your pussy was a slice of heaven, then your tits were the next best thing. You moan softly, feeling your own wetness and heat pooling. Jungkook’s cheeks and chest are flushed, eyes wild and wet as he slides his cock in between the valley of your tits languidly. Almost as if he doesn’t want the moment to end.

You’re so warm, warm everywhere.

His muscles are tense, the furrow in his brow beginning to appear when he’s about to cum. “Shit, baby, oh my god, I love your tits,” Jungkook moans, tossing his head back, “Fuck, I love everything about you-”

You don’t know how he’s able to form coherent sentences to you when he’s this close to cumming. But he’s always been a man of many talents.

“You know what I just realized,” You gasp suddenly, “Neither of us made it official that we’re dating. Like I never asked you ‘out’ and you never asked me ‘out’-”

“Fuck, you talk too much,” Jungkook nearly snarls, “My cock is literally in between your tits and I’m about to fucking cum all over you and you think I belong to anyone else?”

You swallow thickly, Jungkook narrowing his eyes at you. He looks intimidating and intense above you, his powerful, golden thighs straddling either side of you.

“N-no, I was just-”

Jungkook shoots you a glare, reaches behind him and gathers your wetness with two fingers. Before you can ask him what he’s doing, he pushes two fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You send him a glare right back, but it melts away quickly when you swirl your tongue and suck on his digits.

He cums without warning, hastily and with a broken sort of sound ripping from his throat. It’s warm and sticky as it lands on your chest and your cheek. But he cums so much and much to your chagrin some of his cum gets in your eye and you nearly shriek at the burn.

“Jungkook! What the hell, your cum is in my fucking eyeball-”

He’s still panting above you, like some sort of golden boy, and it takes him a few seconds to register your irritation. “Oh shit,” Jungkook says and jumps into action. He tugs you into the bathroom to gently wash your eye for you (after washing his own hands), with you grumbling the entire time.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. You roll your eyes and demand to be taken back to bed and lavished in kisses as penance for his cum shooting into your eye.

Jungkook tastes himself a little when his tongue slips into your mouth, but it hardly registers as he rolls on top of you, caging you in between his arms.

Jungkook fleetingly thinks he should’ve spent more time trying to convince you to stay home with him. Maybe with a few soft, long kisses to your neck, he might have. You looked delectable, good enough to eat- your dress fitted around your hips, nails, hair, and makeup done, the scent of your perfume subtle but not irritating to his sensitive nose.

You had asked him to pick what jewelry to wear, so one of his long necklaces sitting around your neck and disappearing into the valley of your chest. It doesn’t really match with your dress, but you don’t care.

And Jungkook… well, it was difficult for you to keep your hands off of him as well. His hair is tied back into a neat ponytail, he’s wearing a sequined black (fitted) button up with the top four buttons undone, a thick, silver chain and ripped, black jeans. Your eyes are glued to his chest and he knows it- you can’t help but grip his arm, his bicep whenever you can.

Neither of you really enjoyed the club scene, but you had wanted to go out since it had been a really long time and after all, you were on your staycation. Mei had planted the idea in your head, and so now here Jungkook was.

Here he was, catching flashes off the satin, coral colored wrap dress that you were encased in. For someone who doesn’t like the scene, you blend in effortlessly. But you’re a grown woman, so he takes his eyes off of you and orders a round of shots for him, Jimin, Taehyung and Jin while nursing a bottle of soju.

In the midst of the thumping bass bouncing off of the walls in the club, you’re only aware of you and Mei while you both sing along to whatever song is blasting through the club. Mina disappeared a while ago, presumably to find Jimin.

You’re holding two drinks, one in each hand, and all you feel is the vibrations of the club. Along with your own drunkenness. Mei holds your arm to keep you steady as you move your hips in time with hers. You laugh loudly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders at something she said. Everything is amplified and muted at the same time, the swirl of alcohol settling comfortably in your veins.

You’re having a great time with your friends, dancing, swirling, singing and drinking. It’s a nice night to unwind, in the company of dear friends and strangers.

“Hey,” Mei murmurs in your ear, “I gotta pee and I’m gonna go find Seulgi-”

“You can just say that you wanna go find her,” You giggle, “Don’t blame your bladder on it, Mei.”

“Oh, you’re funny. I’ll text Jungkook and tell him to come find you, alright?” Mei says, patting your head. You nod and tell her to go find her girl, and she does. Leaving you to your own devices for a bit, at least until Jungkook makes his way to you.

However, what neither of you realize is that the cell reception in this building is terrible. Mei’s text never goes through and you stay in your bubble, with your two drinks in your hands and bounce along to the music.

You’re not sure how much time goes by, but it feels like you’ve been alone for quite a while. You squint your eyes at your phone to check the time and send a text to Jungkook. A text that never goes through. You frown and are about to turn on your heel to link up with your man (wherever he might be), but you hear a surprised call of your name.

It’s hard to keep the incredulity out of your face when you come face to face with Yunho, the man who had stood you up all those months ago. The air has almost been punched out of your lungs, and you have to squint at him to believe what you’re seeing.

He calls your name again, giving you a wave and a bright smile. “Funny seeing you here, huh?”

“Uh…”

“Can I buy you a drink? I feel like I owe it to you after…” His eyes are sincere. At least you think so, with your drunk goggles on.

“I don’t know, Yunho, it’s okay…” You mumble unsurely, “Isn’t this weird?”

“It’s only weird if we make it weird,” Yunho says and pulls a chuckle out of you.

“Oh, alright. I guess a drink won’t hurt,” You shrug and lead the way to the bar. The least he can do for you after standing you up and hurting your feelings is buy you a drink, you think.

“Hey listen, I owe you an apology,” Yunho says, sliding your drink towards you.

“Oh, it’s- it was a long time ago,” You shrug, avoiding his eyes. Sure, it was a hit to your ego, but in hindsight it doesn’t matter. Not when you have Jungkook. Honestly, you’ve forgotten that Yunho had even been a blip in your radar once upon a time. It was only because of Sora, anyway.

“I had something urgent come up last minute that day and I asked Sora to tell you,” Yunho continues, “I’m sorry I didn’t follow up or even reach out to you after. But I’d heard that you were with Jeon now, so didn’t want to… overstep, I guess.”

And even through your drunken haze, you understand. You sigh deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Oh boy,” You groan, “Sora never told me about that but we’re not close anymore, Yunho. It’s okay, I understand. I’m sorry she got you, too.”

Yunho’s lips part in surprise, “She didn’t… Alright. What’s done is done, I guess.”

“Yeah,” You murmur airily, “And yes, I am with Jeon. Though I can’t seem to find him…”

“I’m happy to keep you company until you do.”

Despite how well you and Yunho seem to hit it off (most of your time spent bitching about Sora), you can’t help but think of Jungkook. You quite miss him, not having seen him all night in the club. You want to dance with him, and little do you know that he’s been scouring the entire club for you in a frenzy once he ran into Mei and Mina and hadn’t seen you with them.

He had sent them a glare, his jaw clenched and walked away to find you. So when his eyes finally land on you at the bar, after about twenty-five minutes of searching and trying to get through strings of people around you, his heart soars. But he sees you laughing with someone else at the bar. With Yunho.

Jealousy is petty, he tells himself. But he struggles to keep it at bay as it rears its head and comforts him. He’s always been protective and possessive of those he loves and cherishes. You’re definitely no exception.

You wobble a little on your feet, but you hold your own. Even from here, he can see the drunkenness of your smile, beads of sweat as they race down your neck to hide in the valley of your breasts. He zeroes in on your necklace (his) around your neck and reminds himself. It’s his necklace that you’re wearing, after all.

Then why is the man who stood you up all those months ago making you laugh like that?

You must have a sixth sense or something for him, because you turn your head a bit as if you can sense him. Your entire face lights up when you see him, in a way that makes his tough heart swell in adoration.

You make your way over to him with your drink and peck his lips chastely, despite his desire to pull you into his arms and kiss you long enough that your knees buckle. So that Yunho sees that he is yours.

“You disappeared on me, baby,” Jungkook murmurs, adjusting your necklace. He’s gripping it tightly, but you don’t notice.

“I was with Yunho, remember him? ‘Member, he stood me up but he didn’t because it was Sora’s fault-”

“That’s no surprise,” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. You take his hand, squeezing and introduce him to Yunho. As if he doesn’t know him already. Jungkook’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, his jaw clenched. He doesn’t like how Yunho looks at you, how his gaze lingers on your skin and the curves of your dress. You lean against Jungkook heavily, absently playing with his fingers. You stay mostly quiet, sipping your drink as the two men speak (rather tersely).

Jungkook knows he’s being ridiculous.

“Kook, finish my drink?” You murmur, offering him the glass. Jungkook maintains eye contact with Yunho as he downs the remainder of your drink in a few solid gulps.

“Was nice to see you, Yunho,” You say, “I think Jimin and Mina are looking for us, Jungkook. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

With that Jungkook firmly holds your waist, keeping you close to him. You both know that neither Jimin nor Mina are looking for either of you. You’d only wanted to be alone with Jungkook.

So Jungkook leads you to a spot where he knows Yunho can visibly see you both. You let loose, giggling as Jungkook twirls you easily and moving your arms to match the beat of the music. He makes you laugh with his moves, winking at you and shooting finger guns at you as he twirls and swivels around you. He’s always been a great dancer, you realize. That’s funny, because you’re sometimes clumsy on your own two feet. He pulls you into him, his chest to your back and his hips pressed against your ass. You sigh contentedly, head lolling against his shoulder and you rest your hand over his hand to let him lead you.

His nose is buried in your neck, lips lightly brushing your pulse. He bites your earlobe gently, earning a soft laugh from you. Jungkook tilts your jaw to the side to meet your eyes and plants a deep kiss to your glossy lips. He holds you steady when your knees weaken, your belly flipping at the intensity that he pours into you.

Jungkook is all around you, encasing you within his arms and there’s not a single place you’d rather be. When you pull away for air, you thumb away your gloss on his bottom lip and bite his bottom lip gently.

“I adore you,” You say dreamily, “You are so… Everything. Everything. I adore you.”

Jungkook’s cheeks burn, but he ducks his head for another sharp kiss. And if Yunho is watching him shove his tongue down your throat and holding your hips to his possessively then that’s fine by him.

The journey back home is a quick one (after you both stop for fried noodles, despite the inevitable heartburn it’ll give you both the next day but you’re both so hungry). You both stumble into your home in a mess of giggles and groping, nearly falling to the floor due to your clumsiness.

Jungkook has been hard since he kissed you in the club, in front of Yunho. He knew Yunho had been watching, feeling the man’s eyes on you both the entire time. His jealousy has crawled back into the box that it was unleashed from, but he knows that’s something to revisit later.

Something else to revisit is that he liked that someone else was watching him with you. He stores that information for later, instead focusing on keeping you upright from falling.

Somehow, through your blurry vision and wobbly legs, you get on your knees and palm Jungkook’s cock through his pants. A shameless moan rips through you- any and every inch of him makes you dizzy with desire.

You like him so much that it nearly makes you cry.

“Gonna blow you now,” You announce happily, fumbling with the button of his jeans and using all of your concentration and strength to pull his pants down along with his boxers. You sloppily kiss your way down his chest, spending extra time on his tattoo and licking (then biting) his happy trail before humming around his leaking cock.

He’s so wet already, and it’s all because of you.

Jungkook groans, eyes closing in pleasure as your pretty mouth wraps around his cock. He thrusts lightly into your mouth, peeling his eyes open to watch you. Only to find you already staring up at him, your makeup smudged and tears already forming in your pretty eyes. He cradles your cheek affectionately, stroking your cheekbone-

But before he can compliment you, softly praise you, he hears a noise. It originates from the back of your throat, something both familiar and unfamiliar. You gag uncontrollably around his cock, and while it’s certainly not the first time it’s happened, it’s different this time. Because you’re a little drunk. So he should be unsurprised when you retch on his cock, pull yourself off of him before your drunk self can get any more vomit on his cock and sprint into your bathroom.

You manage to lock the door in your frenzy of utter humiliation and alcohol addled mind. You hover over the toilet bowl, the sounds of you throwing up bouncing off of the walls. You’re crying, sobbing more like it- from both the pain in your chest from vomiting violently into the toilet bowl coupled with the humiliation of quite literally throwing up on your boyfriend’s cock.

You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, as if that’ll erase the memory.

“Baby,” Jungkook calls softly, his cock fully hanging out in the open, “Baby, please open the door. It’s not a big deal, but I need to wash my dick off.”

You let out a choked, watery laugh at that and move to flush the toilet and rinse your mouth out. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment when you unlock your bathroom door, and you can’t bear to look Jungkook in the eye. But he holds your wrist to his when you try to escape into the safety of your bedroom.

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest, heat flooding your ears in shame. It feels like your head is empty, static filling up the spaces that the silence between you both doesn’t.

“It’s just me,” Jungkook coos, “Do you want to shower with me?”

“Jungkook, ‘m absolutely mortified,” You say flatly, voice a little high in pitch as fresh tears burning behind your eyelids, “I want to evaporate from this plane of existence in about three-point-four seconds, I literally threw up on your penis, I’m so sorry. Don’t even look at me-”

Jungkook winces at your tone and the way your shoulders are hunched, hands gripping the hem of your dress unsurely.

“Baby,” Jungkook sighs, “It’s really okay, there’s nothing to apologize for. Come shower. The vomit is drying on my dick-”

But that’s the wrong thing to say because you start to cry immediately, shoving your face in your hands. Jungkook sighs, mentally kicking himself and running a hand through his purple locks. He calls your name softly and pulls you into his arms for a tight hug, despite the drying vomit on his dick, which is hanging out and brushes against your hip. You sniffle, peeking at him with shy eyes and he rubs your back soothingly.

“When I say it’s okay, I mean it,” Jungkook murmurs into your hair, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how drunk you were. I know you feel embarrassed, but it’s just me, baby.”

He kisses you, despite your protests, and helps you rinse your mouth again. You allow Jungkook to somehow maneuver you into the shower, peeling you out of your clothes. You feel grimy and sticky from the club and you’re grateful for the cool water against your skin. You stand behind Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face in between his shoulder blades, letting him wash himself.

“Can I wash you?” You whisper, voice unsure. You feel awful, cheeks burning but still. He nods and you take your body wash and lather him with it, washing his now limp dick gently and swallowing nervously.

“See? Not a big deal,” Jungkook says, coaxes you out of your nervousness, “Lemme wash you, baby.”

And so he does, taking your loofah and gently rubbing your skin. Under the cool spray of water, your nerves slip away with each giggle and kiss that he pulls and plants from your lips. Your eyes are still a little shy, a little slick with alcohol. But it’s just Jungkook, and you’re safe with him.

Jungkook nearly wrestles you to get you to eat something more, after throwing up the remainder of your guts after you both had showered (it was mainly just water and alcohol at this point). You’re nearly falling asleep on his shoulder but he manages to shake you awake for a slice of leftover noodles and two glasses of water. But eventually, he coaxes you into eating with a few kisses, hugs, and shoulder rubs.

Once you both are in bed, Jungkook wraps himself around you, his hands immediately drifting below your sleep shirt to your belly. Your cheeks burn as the events of the night replay in your mind’s eye and you press your face into your pillow with a groan.

“I can’t believe I threw up on your dick a-and you’re so nice a-about it,” You mumble, “You really are everything.”

“Well, what else am I going to do if the girl I like vomits on my dick,” Jungkook murmurs, “Don’t worry about it, baby. It happens.”

“To who? Only to me,” You say sadly, “I drank too much. I’m sorry, Kook-”

“Shhh,” Jungkook says, tightening his arms around you and kissing your forehead, “I promise it’s okay. I promise I’m not looking at you any differently.”

His words make you relax in his hold and you nod. Jungkook tilts your jaw towards him, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You don’t say anything else after that, only allowing your soft, breathy sighs to spill out of your lips and into him with every comforting kiss and every slip of his tongue in your mouth.

He tells you to rest in between kisses, but your eyes are already closed.

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"You Taste Sweeter" - Kokushibou x Self Conscious!Reader

.｡.:*✧Synopsis: You are rather self conscious of yourself and it becomes bothersome to your Upper Moon of a lover. How will you react to you being beneath him and having sweets drizzled all over you, all the while being treated like fragile candy?

.｡.:*✧Warnings: Food play, body worship, praising, dirty talk

.｡.:*✧Word count: 4225

`` Does this look decent? `` You asked whilst slowly turning around to meet the gaze of your one and only, Kokushibou. The Upper Moon One was simply sitting on your shared bed and eyeing your standing form that changed into the fifth outfit of the hour. Truth be told, he was annoyed with your constant switches and why you cared so deeply about others opinion. At the end of the day, if you are comfortable then why worry?

`` [Y/N], choose a kimono already. This is the 5th one and my statement still stands, choose the first one and get it over with, `` said Kokushibou with a harsh tone. You knew he leisurely became aggravated at your hesitancy to decide on an outfit. The process could have been done an hour ago - and yet here you are, standing in front of your mirror with furrowed eyebrows and glaring at your lover. `` Darling, it is not as easy as you make it seem- ``

`` Then what is stopping you? ``

His sudden interruption made you go as quiet as a field mouse. Your back stiffened and it was obvious your entire body became tense. As always, Kokushibou had read you like a book and there was nothing you could do to outsmart him. Sighing out, you allowed your shoulders to drop to relax your stiffened muscles, still standing before the Upper Moon in slight shame that you allowed yourself to hide the truth from him for so long. You did not wish to take so long with choosing a measly outfit - in fact it never took you this long before - but this night was different. It started a little after sundown when you first looked at yourself in nothing but basic lingerie to analyze yourself, and the more you looked, the more you found more imperfections about yourself. You thought to yourself that Kokushibou deserved better than less than perfect, and thinking of the many beautiful humans and demons you have seen in your lifetime, you have come to realize just how truly indifferent you are.

As you were lost in thought, your much taller lover stood up from your shared bed, now taking slow strides to you until he was directly in front of you, placing his much larger hands on your shoulders and heaving out a small breath before speaking - supposedly attempting to de-escalate his aggravation. `` [Y/N], what are you not telling me? ``

In that annoyingly husky voice, Kokushibou leant down to your left ear, speaking in such a deep tone that you had to readjust the clothes that suddenly became tight on your skin. The demon then stood straight with his hands still on your smaller form, all the while you had to recollect yourself in order to speak your truth to your lover. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, you look into the pair of eyes in the middle, finally speaking. `` I have felt uncomfortable in my own skin as of late. I feel like I am not good enough because there are many more beautiful women to choose from so I do not know why you would choose me. ``

This time he let you speak, processing what you said and scoffing in both disbelief and offense. His glare became more prominent on his features so suddenly you felt smaller than what he usually makes you feel. Removing your gaze from his golden irises, you look down at the tatami mat flooring to ignore the internal shame you felt for feeling such ways. It is not like you could control those emotions, you felt as though you could not be compared to any other women your eyes have fallen upon. They were beyond gorgeous and that was a fact you accepted the more you thought about your imperfections.

`` Look at me. ``

His demanding tone lead to your head to snap in the direction of his own, which caused your chin to naturally tilt up. Your lip was quivering - yet barely noticeable because you wanted to look strong for your even stronger lover. Of course, his supernatural vision allowed him to notice every single detail about you, and so he obviously saw the pained expression on your face that you were struggling to hide. Sighing and shaking his head, Kokushibou runs a thumb over your bottom, glossy lip before leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss onto your plump lips. You immediately let out a small whimper as your walls basically became crumbling down, allowing yourself to melt into his embrace.

Your lips practically lunged at his, tasting him for all he is worth while his did the same, indulging himself in your flavor until that is all he could detect on his taste receptors. A kiss that went from something so delicate and innocent now turned salacious and lust-filled. Your back was met with the hard surface of the wall from Kokushibou forcefully pushing you, and so you let out a small gasp that parted your lips yet they were quickly silenced with his landing on yours once more. You were trapped in his embrace in that moment with your small whimpers being hushed by his lips ravaging yours hungrily, obviously wanting something more out of the already heated kiss. Although oxygen was also needed so he withdrew himself from you, all the while you were left a mess and leaning against the wall for support. A hand of yours made its way onto the demon's hair, raking your fingers through the mess until you successfully pulled his ponytail out from its hold. 

While you both chased after your much needed breath, calloused hands moved from your shoulders to your waist, yet positioned themselves at your thighs and hoisted you up on the wall. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist to keep yourself from falling onto the floor, but just as quickly as you also wrapped your arms around his neck, Kokushibou kept his hands firm on your thighs. He sauntered back to your shared bed and placed you gently on the mattress, standing in between your thighs that refused to let him go. The Upper Moon took note of your actions and let out a small chuckle, just before wiping away any stray hairs that had fallen on your face. `` Please wait for me, I need to grab something from the other room. ``

You pouted at his sudden announcement of leaving due to the fact that he already managed to get you this bothered in your own clothes, feeling as though you are suffocating in them. `` Fine, but do hurry, I need you. ``

He simply nodded before placing your legs back down and stepping out of the room quickly to grab who knows what. While your lover is unfortunately gone, your hands spring to strip your body of the overly smothering kimono on your body. You discarded the unnecessary clothing onto the floor, taking no note of the small noise you heard outside of the sliding door connecting to the hallway of your home. 

Whilst you were stuck in the bedroom being impatient as ever, Kokushibou who looked around for a certain something was having a hard time locating the item he acquired merely a few days ago. He let out a low grunt of dissatisfaction multiple times until he successfully located the one thing he desired.

Chocolate.

Not just any chocolate, chocolate syrup that he had many plans with. Having said substance in hand, he strolls back to your shared bedroom only to be met with the sight of your body in nothing but a simple underwear set, but the one thing that caught all six of his eyes was your fingers plunging in and out of your cunt whorishly. Your eyes were closed so you were not aware of his entrance, your cheeks being flushed from the feeling of your fingers - yet it was not enough to pleasure yourself. You twisted and writhed, your legs being clenched shut trying to feel more from yourself, yet you could not satisfy your own needs no matter how rigorously you moved your two digits.

Kokushibou, who continued to move undetected, placed the chocolate onto the bedside table, moving to stand in front of you once completed with the simple task. He could not lie, he was enjoying the sight of you not being able to get yourself off without the help of himself, yet despite enjoying the small little show you were not aware of giving him, his hand finds your wrist, grabbing you gently to stop your movements. You peel your eyes open to meet his gaze, your faces being inches from each other. `` I- I am so sorry- ``

`` There is nothing to apologize for, but my star, let me make you feel how beautiful you are instead. ``

Your cheeks flushed even more once Kokushibou began crawling onto the bed, pulling down your panties by the hem, slowly gliding them down your legs until they were completely off and throwing them to the side as well. His other hand trailing up your thigh and spreading your legs to reveal the delicious sight of your dripping pussy pulsating in such desire for him. You crawled backwards until your back hit the wall once more, meaning you were trapped and at his disposal as always. The male kept his eyes fixated on you and your flustered state that was so easy to cause. You turned your head away feeling flushed and heated in your lower reigns, but you refused to admit to such things. `` [Y/N] I want you to look at me as I pleasure you. ``

His voice returned to the same husky tone he used earlier to seduce you into doing such naughty things, so you found yourself staring into his golden irises again and longing for his touch, his scent to overwhelm your nose, his cock bending your mind to pleasure. You desired him and it was no point in hiding such a fact. There were no words that needed to be uttered in order for Kokushibou to understand just exactly what you needed - but that does not mean he is not going to be a tease about it. 

Laying you down gently, he now has both hands interlocked with yours, hovering above your almost entirely exposed body while the only thing exposed of his was his chest and abdomen. It was a habit of his to wander around your shared living space in nothing but a measly hakama that teased the living hell out of you, and even now, it seemed like the fabric was mocking you again, blocking your view of his muscular body above yours. `` My love, I never want you to feel like you are anything less than utterly beautiful. You will forever be the brightest star in my life and nothing can change that. Please do not feel those things about yourself ever again, otherwise the punishment will be far worse than this. ``

`` What do you mean punishme- oh, `` you managed to let out a small gasp at the end of your questioning sentence in view of the fact that your lover grabbed something you never would have even guessed he owned, drizzling the light brown substance all over your lower abdomen. The cold feeling being left on your exposed skin caused you to squirm - just a bit - so you could adjust yourself to the temperature, and seeing you struggle was amusing to the demon before you. A large hand glides up your arms, stopping just in front of your still covered chest by that accursed bra of yours, so in one swift movement, it is ripped from your body and in shreds on the floor. You let out a miniscule whimper at your nipples now being exposed to the cold air around you.

Kokushibou's hands then trailed to your cold, erected nipples, fondling with the two sensitive buds while watching your face scrunch at the tease of pleasure he was giving you. Bucking your hips up, you whine much more audibly this time, making your needs and wants known to the Upper Moon because the teasing was driving you mad. A deep chuckle escaped his lips. Now leaning his head forward, his tongue probes out from his mouth and landing on your skin, coaxing the wet muscle with the chocolate he drizzled all over your stomach without shame. He continued to eye your expression, only to see that your eyes were closed and your head was now tilted back. He figured your nipples got the teasing they deserved so he pressed the pad of his thumb on the buds before gripping your breasts entirely, kneading the two globes while his tongue explored your body.

You writhed beneath him each time his fangs would brush against your skin, multiple shivers emitting from your spine that caused you to shiver. The feeling of his tongue on your body trailing up in between the valley of your breast was mind numbing and your toes curled at this. Kokushibou knew what he was doing as he got closer and closer to his face, his tongue being lathered in chocolate and saliva, the two substances that made a dangerous combination on your skin. You refused to open your eyes because now your cheeks were crimson all over again. You never would have expected such acts from a demon like the Upper Moon, and yet here you are underneath him being treated like royalty almost. 

`` I will not ask this again [Y/N], open your eyes and look at me. ``

You followed his orders - slowly. It was on purpose just to see how far he is willing to go to get his point across. Yes you were going to be a brat about it, but gradually become worse over time.

Once your eyes were fixated on him, his hand that was on your left breast gripped your cheeks, which caused your lips to be puckered open and you looked in shock as the demon spat in your mouth before exerting his lips onto yours. His tongue forcibly entered your mouth, allowing you to taste the sweet chocolate on his taste buds that was being transferred to yours, saliva getting in the mix until you could not tell who's was who's. Your hands that were originally gripped the bedsheets now wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him closer until your chest was pressed against his. Soon you pulled away for oxygen, and it took one glance in each other's eyes to know what the latter wanted. `` Kokushibou I am sorry for wasting o-our time. Please do not tease for long. I need you to fulfill my needs. ``

`` Do not worry, your needs will be fulfilled when I say so, my star, `` Kokushibou said in a lower tone, letting go of your face and breast to finally rid of the difficult hakama covering his own erection. He quickly discarded the fabric and threw it onto the floor beside the bed, looking down at you with a fire ablaze in his eyes, peering at your body having chocolate smeared all over, but he is not done with the sweet treat just yet. `` It does not seem like you are doing much about my needs darling. ``

`` Do not worry, they will soon enough, just be patient, `` he reassured while caressing your face ever so gently with his fingers. The gesture was gentle and loving in a sense, yet you felt his girthy length invaded your already flexing pussy. Your eyes fluttered back as you do nothing but surrender yourself to complete bliss. `` Kokushibou! Warn m-me..! ``

`` You do not deserve a warning, this is a punishment..- after all, `` he snarled in response. His calloused hands found yours, taking the chance to interlock your fingers and stare down at your beautiful irises. `` You deserve to feel what it is like to be loved, and so I will not stop until you know just how beautiful you are. ``

You simply nodded, not really knowing what else to do in that moment since you felt so full because of his cock alone. You tried to adjust yourself, yet your walls continued to contract and clench on his length, and that was all it took for the male to start his slow, yet hard thrusts. He pulled out slowly, barely to the tip, before slamming himself back inside you. You inhaled sharply before letting out a loud, breathy moan, rolling your hips so you can ease the fiery pain and pleasure that overflooded your senses throughout your entire body.  Kokushibou let out a deep groan before it quickly changed into an also breathy moan, tilting his head back whilst his hands started to grip yours. He was losing control and it was obvious with how every vein pulsed on his body and became more prominent.

Moan after moan escaped your lips each time he continuously rammed his length deep inside you, reaching every goddamn spot inside of your silky insides covered in your delectable juices that made it much more easier for Kokushibou to slide in and out of your hole effortlessly. The hard rutting of his hips against yours became bruising due to the fact that his thrusts were roughly inflicting pleasure to your pussy and your skin would meet with his every time. It was too much and he barely did anything.

Your hands wormed out of his to get a better grip of something, anything, just to calm the electrifying waves of pleasure taking over your nervous system as a whole, so you moved your hands to his back and clawed at his skin for dear life. The action earned you a low growl from Kokushibou who had to grip onto the bedsheets for dear life just to hold himself up. Your nails digging into his back was painful - but enjoyable to know that he is pleasuring you this well - yet very far from done.

`` Enjoying yourself? `` He mocked whilst finally looking down at whatever ruined state you were already in. Your eyes had managed to roll back fully, your tongue being partially lolled out of your gaping mouth. Sweat droplets managed to form on your face due to the sheer amount of force his thrusts had. You nodded your head quickly in response, not being able to let out anything else except for moans of his name and moans in general, which was such a radiant sight to see for Kokushibou who knew just what to do to have you seeing stars. He himself was becoming pleasure blinded, for his slow yet rough paced was slowly becoming more rapid as more perspiration formed on his chest, forehead, arms, and lower abdomen. It was a sexy sight to say the least as groan after breathy groan came from his lips, but that quickly latched onto the side of your throat, biting the flesh - yet not enough to actually tear skin. `` Do..- Do you think I am done with you? This was just the start [Y/N]. ``

You could not conjure up a proper response, just a loud moan as you felt a hardened tip kiss against the entrance of your cervix. The feeling sent more shocks of pleasure throughout your nervous system, your breath hitching and your face scrunching up once more. `` I believe you will.. try your best!- Ngh- But what will you do.. if you do n-not succeed? ``

`` That will not happen.. rest assured. You will not know anything else but just how much of a beautiful person you are, o-okay? `` You could have sworn you heard Kokushibou out of all demons stutter on his own words. Your walls began clamping down on his cock that continued to fill your insides with each rough movement, so you felt yourself becoming closer to your climax than you had hoped.

Your chests were practically glued together from the combined sweat of your bodies as his pace never faltered, only continuing to further quicken and add on to your mind going foggy. `` I cannot have you going blank just yet, stay with me, my love. ``

His words went in one ear and out the other, but as soon as you felt the cold substance be drizzled on your chest, you gasped out his name audibly whilst having your mouth set agape even more. You tried to process one thing at a time yet before you knew it his vein covered hands gripped your breasts with such force that you arched your back into his chest even more, your breath hitching at the suddenness. `` Y-Yes I promise..! ``

Kokushibou's tongue darted to your chocolate-covered nipple first, bathing his taste receptors in the sweet substance all the while sucking greedily on the erected bud. Your moans came out more shaky each time a groan emitted from his esophagus, the vibrations transferring to your own body that just made your pleasure enhanced senses skyrocket. `` The chocolate may be sweet..- `` Kokushibou paused. `` ..But you taste sweeter. ``

His mouth moved from one nipple to the other, repeating the action of licking your chest clean that had you seeing stars at that point. The roughness of his thrusts still kissing just against your cervix sending constant tsunamis of intense pleasure throughout your entire being was starting to become mind numbing as your climax was slowly approaching. 

`` Ko-Kokushibou- ah! I'm going to.. cum-! `` You shouted out above your moans, your mouth being left agape due to the sudden pace change of force being put into the plunging of his cock going deeper and deeper inside you with each loud mewl of his name. It was driving him crazy having your nails dig further into his back that was bound to leave marks clear as day, yet he did not mind because the pain was one of the only things keeping him from losing himself in the pleasure your slick-covered walls were giving him. He merely groaned in response, nodding rapidly, not wanting to answer in coherent words in view of the fact that his tongue was still gathering any remaining chocolate on your chest, trailing the wet muscle up your neck and leaving yet another bite mark next to the one he left earlier.

`` I want you- fuck- I want you to know how beautiful you are.. inside and out..-`` Kokushibou said, his tone being more rugged than before feeling his own climax approach ever so slowly, building up to release his load within your depths. The swelling within your core would not stop growing until eventually your mind was painted white, releasing on your lover's cock and squeezing your eyes shut to truly savor the feeling of your walls being coated with your cum that continued to spasm around his cock.

Just as you were still lost in a shocked state of your orgasm, your face was suddenly gripped by two masculine hands, being forced to look at the owner in his eyes that read "Upper Moon One." `` I'm going to cum inside you, and you better be appreciative of every single drop, otherwise there will be consequences.``

You simply nodded as quickly as you could, his thrusts still not faltering. Although with one slam of his hips against yours, his seed is suddenly erupting inside you, your eyes now rolling back once more at the feeling of being filled to the brim. You felt full to say the least, since your cum was mixed with his, swelling your tummy even. A deep and breathy groan escaped Kokushibou's lips as he continued to release his cum within your aching cunt that seemed to milk him dry with each throb. 

The demon had finally stilled once his peak of pleasure had finally settled down, his body still hovering above yours as his 3 pairs of eyes could not tear themselves from your whorish expression. Your cheeks had a few tear stains, as well as your eyes being bloodshot and rolled into the back of your head, your mouth being left hanging open that had saliva dripping from your twitching lips. It was an amusing sight to say the least to Kokushibou, for seeing you in such a ruined state could instantly get his cock hard again at the thought of him being able to make you see other worlds with his length alone. His calloused hand caressed your face, a gentle action that brought you back to your senses, being able to focus on his handsome face again. 

There was a loving smile on your face that was small - but there, even though your face was practically ruined. You leaned into his hand and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to melt into the warmth of his palm that you craved to feel in a gentle manner. You both had heavy breathes, trying to desperately regain oxygen after using your energy for such a scandalous act, yet the male before you used his energy to lay beside you, now turning you around so that your back is pressed against his chest and your leg raised by his other free hand. `` If you think I was done with you [Y/N], then you are sadly mistaken. I want you to remember that you are beautiful whether you think so or not. So answer me, do you believe you are beautiful? ``

`` Yes of course I do..!- ``

`` That did not sound so convincing my love, I suggest you need to be reminded again. ``

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[imaslutforremusandsirius]

You always get what you want

Warning: 18+

Have fun babies! ;)

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You had been walking around the castle uncomfortably all day, stumbling in the hallways, clenching your legs together before regretting that move immediately and spreading your thighs apart again, all the while your boyfriend Sirius grinning at you, obviously content with your squirming. Nobody would suspect that you had a pussy plug lodged deep inside of your cum filled cunt, because Sirius is a kinky bastard like that. And a fucking tease, because that fucking toy is rubbing at your spot every chance it gets. Why had you agreed to doing this again? Ah yes, he is way too adorable to say no to. Do you regret it? Every. Damn. Time.

Right now you are in your potions class in the back of the room, your desk right next to Remus‘. He had watched you sit restlessly in your seat for nearly thirty minutes and tried to capture your eyes with his, but you were way to concentrated not to cum, to look in his direction. Finally you found a position that didn’t rub the pussy plug against all the pleasureable spots in your cunt and threw a quick glance in his direction. He was already watching you with confusion and a little concern, mouthing a „What the hell is up with you today“, making your cheeks heat up and you promptly look away again. It‘s not like you‘re gonna look at him and say „Hey Remmy, your stupid best friend fucked me silly all night long and wanted me to walk around with his cum in my pussy and now that pussy plug is rubbing against my clit. You wanna help maybe?“

Wait. What was that last part. You took a sharp breath. Fuck, that wasn‘t planed. You squeezed your eyes shut so hard you saw whole planets, no galaxies behind your lids and pressed your thighs together. Shit shit shit mental images of Remus‘ strong, veiny hands. His long thick fingers deep inside of your pussy, pushing out Sirius‘ cum. His other hand on your swollen clit, making you cum over and over again and fuc-

You must have made a noise, because suddenly everybody turned around to look at you. Fuck play it cool. You started coughing and squeaked out a I need to see the healer before you slid out of your seat and raced out of the classroom, ignoring Remus‘ concerned gaze. Fuck the plug was rubbing against you clit even more and after you shut the door you collapsed againt the brick wall, leaning your forehead against the cool surface and tried to calm the ache in your needy, wet, cum filled pussy. Fuck me.

After a few minutes of deep breaths and motivational monologues of how you‘re not gonna cum in the deserted hallways of Hogwarts, you decided to just go to the boys room and wait for Sirius there. You still need to fucking cum. You were in such a haste, that you forgot your bag in classroom, but didn‘t bother going back. Remus would bring it.

You had been laying down for some time now. Sirius should be back any minute now from his transfiguration class with James. Peter and Remus had plans for after class and James wanted to go bother Lily. You snorted at that, James that persistent prat. Everyone would be gone so you and Sirius would have the room to yourselves for at least two hours. All lot can be done in two hours, especially between the both of you. He’ll probably wear you out with overstimulation and plug you up again. No, you thought, if he wants to plug me up again, I’m gonna fucking peg him until he can’t walk anymore. You smiled at the thought, it wasn’t such a bad idea after all and Sirius would definitely give it a go. You were laying on your belly, one leg pushed up with your head resting on your arms. Sirius would clearly be able to see your pussy and finally fuck you. You didn‘t even bother to turn around when you heard the door open and shut closed again. Two bags were thrown on the floor. Yours and ..?

„Are you alright?“

Fuck its not Sirius and half of your bare ass is showing. You shot up into an upright position, face already flushing with embarrassment because Remus just saw your bare ass and oh my god you just want to dissolve. Evaporate. Anything. Oh and your pussy did absolutely not just clench when you heard that deep, smooth voice.

You gasped and rushed a „Oh my god, Remus! Uh, yes, yeah I‘m alright, my stomach just felt a little off I guess. Where‘s Sirius, he wanted to meet me here?“

Where the fuck is your boyfriend when you need him for once. You are gonna die if you don‘t cum soon. Why the hell is Remus here, didn‘t he have plans with Peter?

He regarded you with an intensity that you weren‘t used to, not from him, and spoke lowly, „James and he wanted to practice a bit for the upcoming Quidditch game. He told me to tell you when I met him in the common room.“ He was stepping closer while he talked and towered over your body, giving you a slow one-over that had you stuttering.

„Oh, um okay. I‘ll just go then, thank you for bringing my bag.“

„No, sit down darling. Are you sure that you‘re alright love? You look flushed. Here drink something.“

Your pussy clenched at his caring tone, your mind already slipping into your usual submissive headspace and you sat down, hands playing with your short skirt. He retrieved his water bottle from his bag and opened the cap, pressing the cool opening against you lips. You drank slowly, eyes looking into his, but he was to busy analyzing every detail of your face, eyes glazed over, sharp teeth chewing on his lower lip. He crouched infront of you and fuck even in that position his face is level with yours. He must have noticed too.

„Mm, I never noticed how small you are compared to me pup. C‘mon tell me why you have been squirmy all day, hm darling?“ His voice is so deep and soft and his bright, intelligent eyes are looking at you. You moved your head away from the bottle, a trail of water running down the corner of your glistening lips. His eyes never left that spot, only after you wiped the water away with the sleeves of your thin sweater.

„Jus‘ a little tired, s‘all.“

His eyes flashed devilishly and his lips twitched upwards. „Is that why you are walking all weird?“

Shit

„What? No, I‘m fine Rem, I don‘t know what you-“

„It‘s because Sirus fucked you sore all night isn‘t it? Fucked you until you couldn‘t cum anymore, fucked you so deep and hard that your pretty pussy got all sore? Glistening with your cum? Hm? Pup, look at me. C‘mon be a good girl f‘me.“ His tone was soft and nearly endearing, but god his words did something to you. Your legs clenched and your small hands gripped the fabric of your skirt tighter.

You look at him breathing heavily.

„Good puppy. Want to show Remmy your achy pussy, hm? Want me to make the belly ache go away?“

Fuck yes you wanted that. You wanted it so bad, it physically hurt. You were in so deep, you would do anything he asked of you.

„But Siri-“

Hands grabbed your jaw, caressing gently, pulling your face closed to his. Your nose is touching his, his body so close as he was crouching between your thighs.

„S’not my name pretty girl. Now do you wanna show me your pretty pussy? If not, I will stop and we will never talk about this again love, promise m‘not gonna be mad.“ The way he switched from his strict dom tone to the caring Remmy you knew for so long made you want him even more. And you always got what you wanted.

„Yes, Remus. I want this, I want you.“

He released you but stayed put between your legs.

„Go on, spread your legs wide open. I want to see you. Maybe I‘ll even touch your needy cunt.“ He pushed your legs up slightly, before pushing the sleeves of his jumper up, revealing veiny, muscular forearms. The scars on his callous skin made him more attractive and you ached to feel his skin on your own. Resting his arms on his crouched legs, he licked his lips slowly, looking at you expectantly. He didn‘t rush, letting you set the pace.

You leaned back against your elbows and spread your legs slowly, feeling the toy between your legs rub against your cum covered, sensitive walls. Your legs were pulled towards your body, knees apart and Remus took a sharp breath.

„Fuck, you are a naughty slut aren‘t you pup. Is this why you’re walk around like a new born deer? Because Sirius plugged you up?“ His fingers moved up to trail your fluttering pussy lips with his fingers. You gave a silent gasp, knees drawing together to trap his hand. His other hand pulled them apart pressing into your hip to keep you from moving. His hand pushed the toy in and out of your wet cunt and his face came closer to your bare pussy, breathing in deeply.

„Mmm, I can smell you both on your needy cunt. Let me have a taste darling, please?“

How could you say no to that soft smile and delicious plead?

„Remmy please help me, please touch me, please it hurts“

That was all the encouragement he needed, before he leaned in and smeared his nose on your swollen clit, eyes on yours to gauge your reaction. You moaned loudly, hands grasping at the bedsheets. One hand held you down by your belly, stroking the soft skin there and the other continued to play slowly with the toy. His tongue gave your clit little kitten licks, teasing you in slow circles. Suddenly he withdrew the pussy plug, making you gasp sharply at the sensation of Sirius‘ cum leaking out of your sore hole. He was kneeling now, face close to your clenching cunt, hot breath against your glistening skin. All of his patience gone, he licked a broad stripe from your asshole to your clit over and over again, strong hands on your belly keeping you pressed down into his mattress. Your hands grasped at his hands, intertwining them and you let out a loud moan, hips bucking against his face. He gripped your hands tight, his nose dragged against your clit in a fast pace, skilled tongue lapping up Sirius‘ cum that kept leaking out. He is sucking and licking at your pussy, growling lowly at the back of his throat, obviously delighted by the wonderful taste that was you and Sirius.

„There is more in your slutty cunt, isn‘t there puppy? Oi, look at me! There is more isn‘t there you slut, fuck, keep squeezing my fingers baby yes, c‘mon push out your boyfriends cum f‘me“

Your moans are getting louder and louder, hips dragging on his face in quick thrusts, basking in the vibrations of his voice against your clenching pussy lips. He took his fingers out, replacing them with his mouth sucking and licking at your pussy until every bit of cum vanished. He is a messy pleaser, not caring that his face is covered in your juices, hands squeezing yours to encourage you to ride his face. The knot in your stomach was building up and just as you were about to cum, he stopped.

„You taste so good baby, you are so good f’me. So good for your Remmy.“, he drawled smiling at you from between your spread thighs. Remus stood up and hooked his hands under your armpits, flipping your body on your belly.

„On your knees pretty girl“

You obeyed, pulling your knees up and pushing your ass towards him, arching your back as low as possible. Believe it or not, Sirius had taught you that. Your boyfriend is quite flexible, when he wants to be. You thought that he‘d continue fingering you, but the taller boy had other plans. Dirtier and more devilish than you could have imagined. He leaned down. Draping himself across your back, his clothed chest against your clothed back, easily engulfing your smaller body with his and pressed his lips on your ear. Somehow the fact that you were still dressed made everything better. You felt like a sexy vixen with only your school skirt flipped over, showing your privates.

„You little slut, did you enjoy walking around with cum in your pussy? Hm? Does that make you hot? I bet you wouldn‘t care who it belongs to. Now I‘m gonna fuck my cum deep into your little pussy and you are going to take all of it, you hear me? Then I‘m going to plug you up nice n‘ full.“

„Fuck me Remus please, gimme your cum, please make me cum“

You were so desperate your didn‘t even know if you wanted to cum first or make him cum. You only knew that you needed cock and if it was Remus who made you orgasm, you would gladly let him.

„Dirty whore, letting your boyfriends best mate suck on your pretty pussy. Letting him fill you up nice n‘ full. Bet Sirius won‘t even notice, but you will know. When he takes out your pussy plug and you see my cum leak out of your pussy, will that make you wet puppy? Will you tell him it‘s my cum he is licking out of your dirty pussy hmm?“

You could only whimper at that, so deep in your lusty haze that you didn‘t care about Sirius right now. Rubbing your ass against his hard cock you whined.

„Please, god, please Remmy“

His cock was dragging up and down, leaking little beads of precum, rubbing against you clit. He positioned his cock at your hole and slowly pushed in, nice enough to give you a few moments to get used to the stretch of your pussy. Slowly he fucked you deep, the veins on his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls. He went faster when you started moaning and clenching around him, desperate for release that‘s been building up in your belly the entire day. He is fucking you in a punishing pace, one hand on your hip pulling you to meet his thrusts and the other at the back of your head, pushing your head onto his pillows, that smelled just like him and made you even wetter.

„Mmmhh, ah, fuck yes that‘s it puppy, fuck, squeeze my cock, oh, good girl.“

„Remmy, Remmy, m‘gonna cum, god please“

You are sobbing and whimpering against his hold, grinding your hips against his, hoping to get some friction against your clit.

„S‘not enough Remmy, more-“

He stopped, breathing heavy.

„Not enough?“ His voice dangerously low, angry. Hands gripping tighter, no doubt leaving bruised behind. He pulled his hard, leaking cock out of your cunt, your pussy clenching around nothing, missing the delicious hardness. You let out a broken sob, fingers gripping his arms trying to pull him back. Gripping your hair he turned you around, sitting on the edge of his bed with his feet planted firmly on the floor and pulled you onto his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms snaking around his neck, gripping the locks on the back of his head. His cock trapped between you two, he made no move to fuck you. His hands took their time taking off your sweater and bra.

„Obviously Sirius has been spoiling you too much. I don’t like my sluts greedy, darling. So sit still and don’t make a noise.“

His soft lips kissed your forhead, cheeks, jaw and moved towards your neck sucking softly, sharp teeth teasing the skin behind your ears. He blew at the trail of spit, attaching his lips on the soft skin of your breasts, licking the skin. He caught your nipple in his mouth licking it with his tongue, sucking hard. You clamped your mouth shut, pussy clenching and leaking on his thighs making him smile against your breast, looking up at you with amusement in his pretty eyes. That sight alone made you nearly lose control and you bit your lip drawing blood. He stopped tormenting your nipples, both of your tits bruised and swollen red. His thumb caught the bead of blood from your bottom lips and he made you suck on his finger, enjoying the way your tongue curled around it and steadily fucked your mouth with his finger.

„You take what I give understood?“

„Yes, Remmy.“

Thrusting his cock inside of your tight walls again he pushed his forehead against yours and fucking you even harder than before.

„You dumb slut, spreading your legs for others and then having the audacity to tell me s‘not enough?“ His hand went to your clit, rough pad of his thumb rubbing against it, other hand squeezing at your cheeks, your mouth falling open. „You are just a dumb puppy wanting to be fucked, aren‘t you? Is that why you laid down on my bed and not your boyfriends? With your ass hanging out? You cute little pussy begging to be filled? Hm?“

You had been so needy, you didn‘t even notice it was Remus‘ bed you laid down on.

You were screaming now, pleasure raking through your body making you delirious with satisfaction, pussy clenching tight. Your hands yanked at his head, mouth panting into his and he moaned. And fuck if that wasn‘t the most beautiful sight to see. His eyes glazed over, looking at you with such neediness it made you breathless. Made you want to please him. Made you want to be good for him.

„Fuck your pussy is so good, mmm, so tight fuck. Gonna cum soon? You gonna come on Remmy‘s cock?“

You voice hoarse, whining a „Yes Remmy“, holding onto both of his wrists, blunt nails digging into his skin. You wanted to leave your own scars on him. His pushed his fingers into your mouth pulling out your tongue and spitting on it. „C‘mon swallow, yes, good slut“

He was going so fast you couldn‘t breathe, every thrust of his hips against yours pushing the air out of your lungs and you came. Hard. Your nails digging into his flesh, drawing blood, mouth open to let out a scream, as your pussy squeezed his cock. He didn‘t slow down, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, hand leaving your clit to grip your hips as he chased his own release. His mouth next to your ear, he let out loud moans, not caring that others might hear him. His pace started to stutter and you felt his cock twitch inside of you before he let put a string of fuck fuck yes that‘s it take my cum’s and he came deep inside of your fluttering walls.

He fell backward on the matress, your bare tits pressed against his jumper, his hands holding you down. Slowly he pulled out, careful to not waste any of the cum he fucked into you and removed your legs from around his waist. You rolled on your back, blissed out and closed your eyes, calming your heartrate. He pushed your legs against your chest again, knees spread wide and softly traced his fingers on your twitching pussy.

„Look at your pretty pussy darling, so thristy for my cum. Now now, no pushing you need to keep it inside or Sirius will know. You don‘t want that, do you puppy? Don‘t want Sirius knowing it‘s his best mates cum inside of your pretty pussy?“

He tone was mocking, obviously making fun of the situation that he put you into. Or you put yourself into.

He reached for the plug and brought it up to his lips, keeping his eyes on yours as he smeared to remainders on his mouth. His lips glistening with Sirius‘ and your cum before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. Your first kiss and it was with Sirius’ cum on his lips. You kissed back eagerly. The taste had you melting and now you understood why he nearly licked your pussy dry by trying to catch every bit of the cum inside of you. He kept kissing you, tongue brushing against yours, moaning and panting into your open mouth as his steadily pushed the clean toy in your well fucked hole.

„There, now he won‘t suspect a thing. Replaced all of his seed with my own“

You only looked up at him with lust glazed eyes as his got up and puts his softening cock back in his pants.

„I‘m gonna go and meet with Peter now, you better make yourself look presentable. We‘ll be back soon.“

He was already at the door, totally nonchalant, acting as if it was normal to fuck his best mates girlfriend and plug her up nice and full with his cum.

„Oh and maybe lay on Sirius‘ bed the next time. Unless you want to do this again“

With that he grabbed his bag, closed the door and left you on his bed, thoroughly fucked and full of his cum.

What have I done what have I done what have I done fuck Sirius what if he finds out

You got up and noticed that you really had laid down on the wrong bed. You don‘t know if it was the shock, but you just couldn‘t bring yourself to feel guilty. Remus had been to good of a fuck to feel bad. Maybe Sirius won‘t mind, you thought. He did talk about sharing once, even if it was before we got together. Maybe he‘ll be okay with it?

It wasn‘t that your sex life with Sirius wasn‘t satisfying, Sirius knows his way around sex and ladies, but Sirius would never treat you the way Remus did. He told you once, that he was uncomfortable with degrading you and throwing you around like a ragdoll, completely taking control as Remus had minutes ago. He was way to traumatized with the way his parents had humiliated him, that he couldn‘t do that to you, even if you liked it. Loved it. You could introduce him to the idea through Remus. You could show him that dominance isn‘t something to be scared of. Besides, no straight male would lick his best mates cum out of his girls pussy, so Remus must like Sirius a lot more than he lets on.

You dressed yourself, making sure to look presentable and took your bag, leaving to go find Sirius.

You smiled.

Fuck, you wanted it to happen again. And you always got what you wanted.

[stellocchia]

Oh! Prompt!

You know how I personally like to imagine Tommy to really dislike eye contact and also generally being stared at post exile? Like. There's a bunch of cool stuff connected to it that I can rant about but like one of my main ones is the good old "he was just here to watch me" combines with him always being the center of attention mixed with the alienation he feels to everyone else due to his experiences. And like. Obviously he's not gonna tell people that because weaknesses and vulnerabilities are for pussies and people who aren't him in general. So he'll just kinda shove the anxiety it creates down.

And obviously that just becomes even worse after he's revived because of. Well. Everyone's looking at him weird. His alienation is even worse.

Like. HHHHHHHHHHH it's not a big thing but every now and then in canon Tommy will actually drop a line about being watched and I'm really trying hard not to go off on a rant rn. Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ok. Before I actually do go off on a rant again because stell believe me it's physically painful to keep myself under check rn.

CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THAT?

I mean it could be allium duo with their shared dislike of eyecontact. It could be Crimeboys with the connection of... Well... Kinda paranoia? It could even be primeboys because Dream, who's the one person actually intentionally watching him, has this whole stalker thing going on in the first place.

Ppppplllllls?

It's been a while, but I'm feeling like writing again tonight, so here we go!

I will write something about this, but you have to promise me you'll go on a rant about it as soon as you're done reading it, alright? I love reading your rants.

Anyway, onto the prompt!

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Eyes were an awful bodily feature that one day Tommy would eradicate with his own two hands. They were useless anyway. People only use them to watch shit.

To watch him. Study him like an annoying little bug trapped in a glass jar.

The point is, he didn't like them.

He had a grudge against them, and when he had a grudge against something he couldn't eradicate he just did the next best thing: ignore its existence entirely.

That was the only reason why he avoided eye contact. Maybe eyes would just shrivel up and disappear from the power of his spite alone if he ignored them long enough.

Because that's what it was. Anger. Not fear or discomfort, just anger. Which wasn't a weakness. He wasn't a wimp like Pussboo. He was fine and strong, and he definitely wasn't shivering slightly under his best friend's stare.

Tubbo had been doing that a lot since Tommy came back. Stare.

It was like Tommy's skin suddenly turned fluorescent and Tubbo was some kind of little moth attracted by the light. He was constantly circling Tommy and staring at him with that intensity his best friend's eyes always held.

It pissed Tommy off.

At least Ranboo didn't become all weird after Tommy's time in prison. His tone was a bit softer, but Tommy could overlook the pity in exchange for some blessed hours spent not having to think about eyes on him. Constantly on him.

Watching his every move. Analyzing his every step. Memorizing his every habit. Hiding in his walls.

No, Ranboo disliked eye contact as much as he did. Though, in Ranboo's case, it was because his enderman side made him uncomfortable with it. Tommy wasn't uneasy. He wasn't.

He was a man without weaknesses. Not because he got rid of them like some kind of monster, but because he was simply too cool for them.

Anyway, until he found a way to exact his revenge on every eye that decided to exist he'd just hang out with Ranboo and ignore everyone else around him.

[writer-komaru]

Prompt : Fem!Reader and Mukuro roleplay as a ruthless barber and a new recruit

Anon!~

I hope you enjoy!!!~ :D

{Warning! Lime : Contains: degrading and roleplay (as said in the tital.)}

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“Stand at attention, rookie!”

Your body froze still and saluted the woman in front of you, standing at command.

The woman paced back and forth in front of you, analyzing, before walking up to you. She ran her hands through your long hair. You wouldn’t like to admit it, but it felt kinda nice. She scowled.

“Are you aware of the restrictions on long hair, rookie?! You know what I have to do with rookies with long, girly hair?”

She grabbed your chin to look her in the eyes.

“Answer your lieutenant when they speak to you!”

“N-No, Ma’am-“

She gave you a swift slap across the face.

“It’s lieutenant, you pathetic rookie!”

“No, lieutenant!”

“Well,” she pushed you down into a chair, her knees at your sides,” We have to cut it off, am I clear?”

You choked back a staggered gulp. You loved your hair, but that wasn’t what was making you so scared. It was this towering, muscular woman looking down at you as if you were no more than a bug under her shoe. And the fact she was literally on top of you, her chest in front of your face didn’t help the twitching of your cunt. Wait, were you getting turned on?! With your superior?!? A wave of shame washed over you, causing you to look down.

“Y-Yes, lieutenant.”

Suddenly, a low vibrating sound rang through the air, causing your already damp cunt to get even wetter. Your body shuttered, preparing yourself.

“Hold still while I cut off your childish hair.”

You flinched as she grabbed your chin, pressing the razor into your scape, being wary as to not cut the skin.

“Look at you. You were supposed to be strong in front of your lieutenant. But here you are, acting like a quivering baby. If you are going to act like one, I’ll test you like one.”

Before you could make sense of her words, she shoved her fingers into your mouth, as if to pacify you. There’s no way she doesn’t know how turned on she is making you. She continued to shear off your beautiful hair, brushing it off of your shoulders and onto the floor. But, all you could care about was the aching in your pussy, desperate for any form of friction, crying out to you for something, anything. Your shaking hand raised up, but fell back down. She would probably punish you if you tried something like that. It would be best if you just followed her commands, like a good recruit.

“There, look at how tough you look now without all that long hair weighing you down.”

She caressed your cheek, slightly surprised as you leaned into her touch.

“Aw, you like it when I pet you?”

She rested her hand on your head, petting you with a surprising smooth of gentleness.

You pressed your head against her hand, sucking a bit harder on her fingers, as if asking for a little more. Finally, she caught on.

“Oh, are you needy? Do you want a reward for being to good?”

Your heart buzzed at the words, nodding frantically. Your thighs were already twitching. What kind of surprise was she talking about? She took her wet fingers out of your mouth, dripping with saliva. Your mind answered that daunting question as she got off the chair and kneeled in front of you.

“Good little recruits get to feel all the pleasure they deserve. Are you a good little recruit?~”

Her voice was so smooth, so sultry, making you rub your legs together. But, she forced them apart, holding her fingers around you belt to pull your hips closer to her face. You let out a strained whine, quickly covering your mouth with your hand.

“I-Im sorry, leitenient! I-I didn’t mean to-“

“I’ll let it slide since those kind of noises are music to my ears~”

Your body shivered as her pulled down your pants, licking her lips at the sight before her. Your slick dripped down your thighs, dampening your panties with a wet stain. You looked like you were 4 hours into foreplay, but she had barely done anything to you. You must really be turned on. And she really absolutely eating this it~ (quite literally) She pulled down your panties, causing you to whimper as the sharp cold air hit your cunt.

“You look so desperate, so turned on. I bet you can’t even think straight, can you?”

“N-no.. I-I can’t… think. Please… p-please, I really need you…”

“Be patient, puppy, I’ll give you what you want.”

With that, she carefully wrapped her lips around your aching big and gave it a few experimental sucks, reveling at the sweet noises that poured from you agape lips.

“Ahhhh!~ y-Yes!~ s-s-so good! Please, f-faster!”

Your back arched, hands gripping onto the chair for dear life. She flashed you with her sharp gaze, letting go of your clit to speak.

“Who do you think you’re talking to, rookie. I’m the one in charge here. Do I have to punish you?”

You shook your head frantically, streams of apologies filling your lungs.

“Good~”

She returned to your throbbing cunt, this time she shoving her wet finger inside of you while she sucked at your clit, causing you to gasp.

“Ngh!!~ Ahhh!!~ P-Please… Ahh!!~”

You felt like you could come any second now, a tight knot forming in your stomach. She could tell as well by the way you clenched around her finger.

“Good little recruits don't cum until they are told to, got it?”

You hesitantly nodded, tears pricking at your eyes. You didn’t know how much longer you could last. You tried to pull your hips away from her mouth, but you were only met by a firm slap to the inner thigh. A loud cry escaped your lips and she took the finger out of your hole and shoved her tongue in instead, rubbing your clit with her thumb. You could barely hold yourself back. It was all too much for your meek body to take.

“Please!! P-Please, lieutenant!~ AHH!! I-I- NGH! I really h-have t- Please!! I can’t! I- Ahhh!~

You sobbed, tears spilling from your eyes as you felt your impending orgasm was over you, back arching off of the chair, thoughts gripping Mukuro’s head. As you slowly came down from your high, you realized what you had down.

“Ah! I’m s-sorry, lieutenant! I-I didn’t mean to-“

“Naughty little slut. Can’t even handle a few minutes of holding yourself back. You just had to cum, didn’t you. You have no self restraint. I would normally punish you, but you were so good for me while I cut your hair taht I will let it slide this time. But next time, pull something like that again, and you will regret it.”

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