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My thoughts on the new JSA run so far
[Originally published on my Twitter account, on Nov. 30th]
So, nobody asked for it, but I want to speak and this is my space for that. I am a really big fan of the JSA, with them being my favorite super hero team by a far margin. Therefore, you can imagine how happy I was to know a new series was starting, and being written by the same man who made me fall in love with them, Geoff Johns. To top it off, it features fucking HELENA WAYNE, offspring of one of my favorite ships in fiction, Batman X Catwoman. Well, without further ado, let's start.
This storyline actually starts in the "The New Golden Age" one-shot, that features multiple generations of Doctors Fate seeing impending doom arriving to destroy our beloved super team, but they are never sure how to deal with it. It's implied that Degaton, the time villain is behind it, with him killing the JSA of the 31st century, and mentioning he actually killed this Fate's granddaughter "before". This is an important point for a theory I will present at a later point. We also get to know this new version of Helena Wayne, who is determined to stop her father's killer, and thus wears the mantle of The Huntress.
Now we actually will talk about the new JSA book proper. This first volume starts with Helena searching for her Doctor Fate, Khalid Nassum, who, a day prior warned her about impending danger. To no avail.
With him gone, the tension rises in this generation of the JSA, which is comprised mostly of descendants of super-villains. We have Icicle, Grundy, and even new faces that belong to the famed "13 Children" lost to time. This new team is not approved by Power Girl, one of the last legacy heroes still there. They later find out Fate is already dead, and weirdly it looks like he has been for quite sometime. Then the reveal comes: this time villain, presumably Degaton, has the ability to alter the timestate of whatever he wants, killing all of them using this powerful skill. When he's about to kill Helena, her mother arrives on the scene tells her to search for Fate, and gives her Doctor Manhattan's snow globe, which sends her back in time, to 1940. Selina's fate is unknown to us as of now.
This first volume wasn't exactly what I was expecting. I particularly do not like plots that revolve around time travel, as they tend to get extremely convoluted and very unsatisfaying to see play out. To top it off, I really hate Degaton. His arc in Geoff's run was really hard to get hyped to read (it had some great moments and all, but wasn't my favorite). BUT, this new story could present some really interesting plot points.
My main theory is that "Degaton" is back on his "I will kill EVERY JSA" shenanigans, and is killing them starting with their future versions first, and making his way to the team's origins in the 40's. Therefore, Helena must hurry to get back in the current timeline and stop him before he manages to kill them. I bet this'll be the main plot. And, this will interact with the new Stargirl series properly reintroducing the Lost Children in this timeline. That way, Helena's future will be rewritten, their JSA will actually live up to its name with more people picking the heroes legacies, and Batman won't die (I think "Degaton" is behind this awell).
To be honest, I was kind of disappointed while reading it for the first time, but my mind wasn't calm and in the right place. After reading it again, alongside The New Goden Age, I'm much more interested in it. I hope they manage to tell a cool story, and please let Power Girl be an important character T^T
Speaking of which, I hope they mention or fix the plothole that is PG appearing in the 70s flashback, as it doesn't fit with the current Superman timeline.
That's it, if you read it so far, thank you! I really love the JSA, and will probably make more posts like this according to the new issues releases. LONG LIVE THE JSA!
#JSA#Justice Society of America#Justice Society of America 2022#JSA 2022#DC Comics#The Huntress#Huntress#Helena Wayne#Selina Kyle#Power Girl#Karen Starr#Kara Zor-L#The New Golden Age#Degaton#comics#comic books#theory time#please be good up till the end#i beg of you Geoff#i need this to be good
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TILL
#alnst#alien stage#alien stage till#alnst till#till alien stage#listen. i am sorry.#anyway do you think about the fact that some people couldn't recognize till in the r6 teaser#do you think itll be harder to recognize him now#anyways um. once again i am sorry#i originally planned more for tills birthday#but some things came up. theres been heavy rains in my area#my room ended up flooding. i am now sleeping on the living room floor#please bear with me#this is all i got.....#lowkey projected onto him here bc. same. this is lowkey how i be feeling#sorry that was so unnecessary eugh.#anyways this is a scheduled post#at 12am this will post so#good morning! happy birthday till!#i DO have more till posts lined up just saving them for a more appropriate time#para.art
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the thing about living in the world is that it is filled with hopeless anguish and despair and evil and thereâs no way for anyone to defeat it all. but you have to keep on living
#edit: if you are seeing this and itâs making you feel worse please know that this isnât true. itâs not hopeless.#it can feel this way and itâs ok to feel upset but please donât let this convince you the world is no good#like I said laterâ the fireflies are back. there are plenty of good things to fight for and you may not see it till later#so donât give up.#Iâll leave my previous tags up for archival and commiseration purposes#I WAS feeling better but god nothing improves no matter what those of us trying to do smth ever attempt#nothing changes. it just keeps getting fucking worse.#Iâm so tired of this world. itâs going to end in anguish and despair and ruin and the good people will perish while the evil survive#and no matter what we try we canât stop it. I guess#we have to try nonetheless but I donât see anything changing. it just keeps getting worse and worse#I am crying right now in just hopeless confusion#I donât want to give up but god I donât want to be here either. it feels like drowning and being on fire all at once
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not being able to find older bf!simon around the house and while youâre looking for him, you catch something out the window-
nearly all the women in your neighbourhood gathered at the end of your driveway
you come outside to investigate only to find them with their attention glued to the front of your car, itâs not till you walk around the front you find the lower half of simon sticking out from under it
on his back, knees bent, massive boots planted into the concrete, bare arm occasionally stretching out to find another tool
âyou alright, si?â
you hear him grunt before heâs calling out to you
âyeah, iâm right sweetâart- sortinâ out that bit thasâ been givinâ yâgriefâ
breaking your gaze from his massive thighs flexing under his jeans, you scan back over the crowd thatâd formed
all of them married, all of them a good ten years older than even he was- you couldnât really blame them really, you had eyes
you could hear him shuffling out from under the car before he suddenly straightened to full height, wiping greasy hands on the front of his old-white-singlet
he pulled up the bottom of it to swipe his forehead and you think you heard someone gasp
wrapping a firm arm around you, he gives your backside a pat before he kisses the top of your head
âgot tâkeep yâsafe, yâknow?â
âthank you, baby- now be polite and say hello to your audienceâ
oblivious as ever to anything other than you, simon threw a look over his shoulder before he followed you back into the house
âoh, âello ladiesâ
(someone throws a street barbecue and you force simon to talk to the other men around the burner and multiple husbands request him to start âdoing that shitâ in the garage with the door shut, please)
#idk what this lil thing is but have it#itâs based on the elderly lady on one street with a crush on my boyfriend that could outlast religion#sheâs my favourite person she lets me gush about him with her#older bf!simon#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader
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Cause, I Love Freaks!
Synopsis. The question isnât whether he can make you squĂrt - itâs how and where.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, squĂrting, unprotected, creampĂe, exhĂbitionism (Sukunaâs and Chosoâs), brĂŠeding, Shiu cameo, messy, oral (fem receiving), fĂngering, Sukunaâs thigh tattoos, thigh rĂding chokĂng, overstĂm, finger suckĂng, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.1k
A/N. I think Iâm in some early ovulation week becauseâŚ
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Prove it.
Now, does Toji know heâs the best youâve ever had in bed? Of course.
Is he proud of how heâs done everything and anything - had you folded in half underneath him, stuffed from all ends, and cumming harder than any other loser before him did? Hell yeah.Â
Does it bother him when Shiu makes some off-hand comment about how heâs able to make someone squirt? Well, it was hard not to when the man just laughs right in Tojiâs dumbfounded face, saying something about how your pretty pussy is âmissing outâ and to come to Shiu if you want to have a good time.
Surely, that stupid conversation doesnât bother him, right? Right?
Wrong.Â
He was going to prove that bastard Shiu wrong.Â
âDamn. Not that one either.â
If you could, youâd probably let out a sob - but right now, youâre too cockdrunk to even think let alone cry. Unsure if youâre even breathing as Toji wrestles your limp body - still twitching and sensitive from your nth high - upright on his lap. Whispering a ragged, âGuess we just hafta try again. Right, doll?â
âPlease!â you let out a strangled yelp as Tojiâs big hands snake down to steady your hips, all stuttering and messily sucking up his aching cock. Again. âI-I donât think I can- ah-â
Whatever plea on the tip of your tongue is shut up by Toji pulling your teary face towards his, kissing your swollen lips so softly. Reverent, even.Â
The complete opposite of his hips down below, not even bothering to move anymore, hands on your ass just dragging your sloppy pussy up and down his swollen dick. Up and down up and down up and-
âTojiââ
âAww, câmon, pretty.â Toji groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he spreads your puffy folds further, bullying his cock so impossibly deep. âG-gotta prove it to that f-fucker that Iâm the best, right?â
Ah, there it was - if you were in any better state of mind youâd have cursed out Shiu already. Taunting your boyfriend into this stupid little challenge that had him storming into your apartment and ripping off your poor panties. And you split apart on his cock and cumming over and over again like he wouldnât - couldnât - stop until you squirted. Like it killed him to make you miss out on this little thing.Â
âNow now, doll.â you jolt as he gives your sopping pussy a little smack! Grinning at your nails digging into his thick shoulders, âFocus. Hah- we gotta have her squirtinâ all over me now, right?â
You really canât help the way youâre giving him a delirious little nod. Hips bouncing back pathetically in an attempt to meet the way Toji was bouncing you so sinfully on his cock like his favorite toy. And itâs so cute that Tojiâs murmuring a low, âUse your words, doll.â
âI- ngh-â
Not like he was giving you a chance to, rolling your ravaged clit between his fingers, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. âLouder.â
âGonna- gonna squirt for you, TojiâŚâ
If he was any lesser man (Shiu) Toji thinks he mightâve just cum in your snug pussy right then and there. Filled you up till youâre bloated and forgetting any promise of squirting - but no, thatâs for later.Â
Right now, heâs flattening his feet on the mattress, falling onto his back - two big arms pulling your overstimulated body to rest against his muscles. Not even wasting a second before fucking up into your tight cunt like such an animal.
Sloppy - so, so desperate.Â
Just rough, jagged movements of his hips because shit if Toji doesnât make you squirt this time then heâs gonna lose his sanity. Mightâve already lost it, actually, with each adorable ah! ah! ah! falling from your kiss-bitten lips each time he hits that one spot so easily.Â
âBit- bit more-â he grits out, feeling that familiar way your plushy walls were trying to squeeze him dry. Your cunt too heavenly. The stimulation too much. âJusâ a bit more, pretty.â
âOh my god- Toji- ah- Toji Toji Toji-â Itâs all you can do to whine, writhing as he holds your hips still, rocking harder into you. Clawing at the soaked sheets, his shoulders, his hair - anything to try and hold onto whatever semblance of control you had left. âMâso- close-â
âYeah?â And Toji sounds so utterly wrecked already, looking up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes. Voice strained, awe-struck like he couldnât even believe it. His pretty girl - cumming for him again. âSquirt fâme, doll.â
You donât even realize it when you are at first - just that something snaps and suddenly youâre soaking Tojiâs cock in all your sweet sweet juices. Until it was dripping down the side, onto the mattress.Â
So messy and sinful - gummy walls squeezing his dick so fucking tight it almost hurt, covering his abs till they were glistening. Toji canât bring himself to do anything but watch, for once in his life actually grateful that Shiu goaded him into doing something. Jaw-dropped at the way youâre gushing all around him - like you couldnât stop. Again and again and-
âS-see? Fuck- What- oh shit, doll. All fâme? Good girl.â Eyeing that phone propped up by the bedside, Shiuâs face watching over the obscene mess on the bed. âWhat did I tell ya?â
âHeh, well whatever. Can ya make her do it twice?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Love is blind
Now, itâs not often that Nanami Kento took off his glasses. Rarely when he cuddled, not usually when he was kissing you - his pretty lilâ wife. And never when it was your lips down below that he was making out with.
âSo messy.â Nanami mutters, muffled around your puffy folds. Each word making you arch against the soft mattress. âAre you this messy just fâme? Mâso lucky, my love.â
Itâs all you can do to yelp as Nanami slides his tongue warningly between your folds, flicking at your swollen clit just enough to have you gripping so tightly at his blond strands. Pulling Nanamiâs face up from between your thighs with a strained groan.
And oh you assumed he was exaggerating, but it was so fucking difficult to look at Nanami, too. Glasses slightly foggy, cheeks flushed. Your sweet juices glossing his lips so prettily, dripping all the way down his jaw. Head tilting back ever-so-slightly to let it slide down his throat.
Making your head spin as he reaches over to press a chaste, wet peck to your lips. âJusâ let me take care of it.â
And take care of it he does. Immediately taking his favorite place in-between your legs, stuffing his face nose-deep into your dripping cunt. Hot tongue giving one, long lick up your folds, just barely dipping between them. The slow torture was delicious.Â
âKento-.â you let out a pouty little whine, one that goes straight to Nanamiâs aching cock. Ankles hooking around his broad shoulders to pull him impossibly closer, âD-donât tease.â
Heâs letting out such a dark chuckle, hot against your sloppy hole. Awe-struck at the way youâre glistening and clenching around nothing - so much so that Nanami almost considers taking off those tinted glasses to see this heavenly view better.Â
But no, instead, heâs breathing out a little, âFine.â Interrupting your soft sigh of relief to continue, âBut you better not get my hah- glasses dirty, darling.â
Nanami doesnât wait for your response - he doesnât have to. Already knowing that youâll be giving him a delirious little nod in agreement. So heâs digging his neat fingernails into your hips, pulling you closer to spread your lips with his tongue. Lapping so obscenely at the slick beading at your cunt over and over and-
It wasnât enough.
âShit. Fuck-â you flinch - maybe from those depraved little profanities hissed into your cunt. Maybe from the cold metal of his glasses hitting your heated core. Probably from the way Nanami was bullying his soft tongue into your tight pussy.
Pushing past that feeble resistance, one hand reaching behind to arch your deeper into his mouth. The other toying with your sensitive clit. Rolling the nub between two long fingers while he dips in and out of your hole at such a ruthless pace. In and out in and out in and-
âOh- fuck fuck fuck, Kento-â youâre grabbing at the expensive sheets so hard you worry they might tear. Thighs shaking and sliding off his shoulders. âSâtoo much- too deep.â
And ah, for how much Nanami pretends to be annoyed as he wraps your legs back around his head - it sends all the blood in his body rushing straight to his cock at how wrecked his cute wife was.
Moaning around your entrance, âRemember what I mm- said.â Your juices starting to drip down the corners of his mouth now. âGet it dirty and-â
âKento! Oh my god-â You buck wildly as he starts drawing lewd little circles on your clit. Nanamiâs little warnings the last thing on your mind as you feel yourself losing more and more of your sanity with each drip! drip! drip! of your slick down onto the mattress below.Â
Glasses completely fogged now, he makes out with your cunt through pure, feral need. Tongue matching in time with each yelp of his name leaving your mouth.Â
âF-fuck.â Nanamiâs smacking his lips against your own. âYou taste so good. So heavenly.â Your gummy walls sucking him up so sinfully that it was almost difficult to move faster, more erratic. âGonna make a mess fâme now? Gonna hah-âÂ
And, well, you did always manage to surprise him.
Because Nanami doesnât even get to finish his sentence, before your slutty pussy is gushing all around him.Â
Everywhere. Making such a mess as he tonguefucks you through your high, letting you use and angle his mouth all you wanted. So so sloppy with the way youâre soaking him in all your juices - down his chin, his tongue, all the way up to his sharp cheekbones and even-
âMy glasses.â Head so fucked-out already, you almost miss Nanamiâs dangerous little mutter. Raising your eyes to meet his and oh. Shit. âYou dirtied my glasses.â
As if to prove his point, Nanami them off, running a long finger down his frames. Slowly. Agonizingly. Pooling all your sweet slick on his fingertips, so tauntingly inspecting it in the dim lighting.Â
In a split-second, those dripping wet glasses are resting on the bridge of your nose, forcing you to peer over them at a dangerously looming Nanami.
âTold ya not to dirty my glasses, my love.â Smiling so dangerously, âThink this naught cunt of yours should be taught a lesson for that.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Favorite part
Geto thinks that this might be his favorite part, whispering a ragged little, âGod, do you know how pretty you hah- look right now?â
You didnât - and itâs all you can do to even try and understand what your boyfriend was even cooing from behind. Too caught up in the way your legs were so pathetically trembling with the need to bounce back on his swollen cock.Â
âHngh- f-fuck Sugu- I-â
Sure to leave such lewd little marks for Geto to ogle at tomorrow, his toned pelvis against your ass, heavy balls on your clit, fingers on your hips to steady your fucked-out self. Sloppy - bruising, even.Â
So it only made sense that your high was the same - and he can only watch, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown, jaw falling slack in disbelief at the way your cunt was just gushing all around him. Fucking him over and over through your high.Â
âShit- shit shit shit.â you hear him breathe, fingers toying with your pretty clit desperately. âJusâ like that. Good girl.â
Your sweet sweet juices soaking his painfully hard cock, dripping down, down, down his heavy balls, glistening against his thighs. Squirting so obscenely around his twitching cock and shit- he just canât help but go over the edge as well.Â
âOh- oh god.â Geto throws his head back, giving you one, harsh thrust before heâs spilling all into your quivering cunt. Coating your walls such an obscene white, âThis pussy is ngh- magic, gorgeous. Fucking love her.â
Loved how you were squeezing him so tight.Â
Loved how you were so messy.Â
Loved how it made him think that you could squirt all over his dick again.Â
And he canât stop - couldnât, even if he wanted to. Hips still moving in quick, ragged jabs to your poor cervix, eyeing the way your poor, abused pussy was still drooling all around him. A lewd little mess of slick and cum, forming a pool on the sheets below.Â
And Geto canât even think to bring himself to be disgusted - why would he? After all, this was his favorite part, right?Â
âYou can mm- gimme another one, right?â You shiver as he flattens his feet on the damp mattress, kissing up your arched spine. Keening at the change in angle as his cock bullies impossibly deeper. Stars behind your eyes at how unfairly easily he finds that one spot. âYour slutty pussyâs gonna s-squirt all over me again?â Fat head hitting it over and over and-
âSuguru!â you squeal, and Geto raises his brows. Knowing you were absolutely fucking wrecked already - you never called him by his full name until you were fucked so dumb you couldnât remember his nickname. âSâtoo- much. Mâtoo ngh- sensitive.â
Your hands reach out to grab for the headboard - nails digging into the wood. Getoâs throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls so agonizingly that you almost miss him mutter a quiet, âNow, that wonât do.â
And before you know it, his big hands are prying yours off the bed, intertwining them so gently with his. Romantic - but you knew better, Geto just didnât want his pretty girl to run away.Â
Not when he knew you were so close - could tell by that breathy little ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips.Â
âPlease-â
Huffing in amusement, âPlease what?â
And you donât even know what youâre begging for - maybe for mercy? For Geto to let you fucking breathe? His cock too bruising against your cunt, drawing out incoherent whines with each drag of his tip down all the right spots. Trying so desperately to fuck that second orgasm out of you.Â
âHeh, canât even fuck- talk.â And itâs so dizzing how heâs puncturing each word with such a rough ram of his cock. So mean with the way he dips a hand lower to graze a long finger down your sensitive cunt - so messy and sensitive. Chuckling at your cute lilâ whines - at the way theyâre suddenly cut short when Geto shoves his dripping wet fingers between your lips. âNgh- well, if you donât wanna talkâŚâ
Close. Too close.Â
You mewl at the way he was pressing right at the back of your tongue, feeling the lewd little taste of him and you and him. âMmmpf- what are you-âÂ
âAt least donât try to escape, gorgeous.â he leans in close - so close. Long inky hair tickling your spine, breath hot against your ear, lips grazing yours. You think you could just pass out right then and there as his soft tongue darts out to lick at the mess heâs smeared across your glossy lips.Â
Grinning at the taste, at that look in your eyes that told him your cute cunt was about to give him another show, âCuz this is my favorite part.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Hair tie
If anyone found out why Choso Kamo was never seen without that black hair tie around his wrist, theyâd laugh in your face and tell you what a great joke that was.Â
That inconspicuous little thing heâd take around everywhere, whether he had his hair up or not. Itâs not like he exactly needed it, and most just assumed it was a fashion statement.Â
Only you knew what it meant to have Choso thumbing that little red imprint in public. Hooking a finger underneath, pulling back ever-so-slightly to let it snap! against his skin. Looking you right in the eyes as he does. Something dangerous. Subtle. Something that has you pressing your thighs together.Â
Something that has him pulling you to the nearest changing room in this crowded shopping mall, one hand covering your mouth, muffling your sweet sweet moans. The other, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt. Â
âSorry, baby.â he gasps, kissing your forehead so mockingly gently. âYou just looked so fuckinâ pretty in that skirt. Needed you so- hah- bad.â
The skirt that was currently bunched at your waist, crumpling at Choso pushes you harder against the cool wall.Â
But Choso couldnât give a fuck about that right now, not as he shoves a knee between your trembling legs. He couldnât have his girl falling now, right? Long fingertips so desperately massaging your plushy walls, searching for that one-
âMmpfh! Hngh-â
Found it.
Without another word, heâs reeling two fingers back - all the way until they were barely kissing your sloppy hole. Plunging back in, hitting that spot over and over like he was addicted to the way your cunt was trying to suck him up so good. High off of every cute lilâ whine that escapes through his palm.Â
âShit, so fuckinâ gorgeous.â Breath hot against your ear, âLook.âÂ
You barely even realize it before you are, gasping at the obscene sight below. Your drenched panties pulled so lazily to the side. Sloppy.Â
âCanât get enough. Shit-â Pulling back to show off your slick glistening on his fingers, dripping down, down, down to that sinful hair tie. âFuuuck, baby. Need you to cum on my fingers. Please. Please-â Puffy folds milking Chosoâs fingers so hard that you wonder whether it didnât hurt - whether his wrist wasnât cramping up now, fingers sore.Â
And if they were, then, Choso didnât show it. Instead, heâs bullying a third finger inside your poor cunt, the stretch too much that you canât help but squeal. So fucking loud.Â
Knock! Knock! Knock!Â
âIs everything alright in there, maâam?â
Oh if the way your heavenly cunt was clenching around him was anything to go by, then Choso wished he did this sooner.Â
So entranced that he almost missed the concerned, âMaâam?â from outside.Â
âWh-whatâs the matter, baby?â he whispers lowly, biting down teasingly at your earlobe. Fingers still relentless, speeding up, even. And you could only pray the employee outside couldnât hear the lewd squelches as he did. âShy? Answer the hah- question.â
And shit, you could cry as he wrenches his hand away from your mouth. Grinning as you let out a broken little, âY-yeah.â Cringing at how unconvincing you sound, âIâm jus-â
Whatever stupid excuse that was to come out of your mouth dies in your throat as Choso runs his thumb over your throbbing clit.Â
âI-Iâm al-right.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
And itâs as if he takes that up as a challenge to prove youâre so utterly not.Â
Not when Chosoâs drawing tight little circles in time with the way heâs hitting that one spot, arching you like such a slut into his touch. Ignoring the concerned remarks from outside as he speeds up his pace, not even bothering to cover your mouth this time because he wanted to hear all your pretty moans.Â
So much so that youâre mentally preparing to get caught - maybe even arrested.Â
But still youâre so close.Â
Halfway through imagining how Choso would snap his hair tie during the trial when that voice speaks up again. âWellâŚplease let us know if you need any help.â
Those footsteps from outside barely even heading away before heâs sighing, âSheâs gone now.â he bites down on your lower lip. âYâcan hah- cum fâme, yâknow? Make a mess?â Grinding down his rock-hard erection on your thigh, already so damp through his pants. âFucking cover me in it.â
And then you are - all over Chosoâs hand. Kissing him hard, to stop yourself from screaming as he quirks his fingers just right. Fucking you through your high as you drench him in all your juices, soaking his hair tie, trailing onto the floor in a lewd drip! drip! drip!Â
Obscene. Exactly the way he wanted it.Â
So fucking pretty with the way youâre squirting all over his hand, thighs trembling, lips wobbling. That new skirt of yours so filthy now that Choso canât help but eye the pile of clothes right next to you. Gritting out a ragged, âWe got so many more clothes to try on.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - X marks the spot
âYouâre going to cum fâme just like this, okay, brat?â
Maybe itâs the way youâre sat so prettily on Sukunaâs muscular thigh, squirming ever-so-slightly as he starts bouncing his leg to the beat of the thumping music. Maybe itâs the way you canât do anything but let out a stifled gasp, desperately trying not to attract any attention towards the two of you in the dimly-lit VIP area of this overcrowded club.
But Sukuna just canât help but tease you.Â
Canât help but trail a finger along your thigh, goosebumps rising so deliciously at the scrape of his nail. Up, up, up to confirm his suspicious and oh-Â
He was right. No panties.
âHeh, such a naughty little minx, arenât ya?â he canât help the surprise that bleeds into his voice, pulling your back flush against his chest. Cradling your neck into his pecs, âActing all innocent but youâre just begging to be used like such a slut, huh?â
The clink of a belt, and suddenly youâre feeling a sliver of skin - warm. Soft, sat right above where you knew he had that sinful little tattoo.Â
âB-but Kuna-â you flinch as the cold air hits you before you know it. Looking over your shoulder to catch that fucking smug smirk as Sukuna flips your flimsy skirt to rest your dripping cunt on his bare thigh. And to anyone else, it would probably just look like youâre just seated on his lap. But you gasp, âHere?â
âWhy not?â
If anyone heard your broken whine, then you didnât have the courage to raise your head and look. Hazy eyes locked with Sukunaâs as he starts rocking you on his thigh. Fingers digging into your hips, dragging your sloppy pussy. Grip tight, bruising almost - like he was trying to hold himself back from doing anything more.Â
âAww, my messy girl.â And fuck if it wasnât difficult to not just fuck you right then and there with the way your puffy folds were spread on his thigh. Drooling all the way down to the gaudy couch below. âWhoâre you this wet for?â
But Sukunaâs skin against your was so hot. Your brain too foggy. His words too mean. And you canât help but let out some incoherent babble.
One that has him wrapping a hand around your neck, nails positioned right above your racing pulse, forcing you to blink tearily up at him. âSorry, pretty. Canât hear you above this fuckinâ music.â Biting down on your earlobe - just a little punishment, âWhat were you sayinâ?â
âNgh- f-fuck-â you moan, clit catching on the curves and dips of his muscles, rippling as he bounces you faster in time with your slutty lilâ movements. âOnly for ngh- you.â
Voice such a low purr in your ear now, âWho?â
âY-you, Kuna-â
âYeahhhh, fuck.â he grunts, angling his head just right to better take in the fucking heavenly view. Back arching, swollen folds spread so shamefully as you hump him like some bitch in heat. Making such a mess all over his thigh tattoo in a way that makes Sukuna so fucking glad he got it. âSâexactly what I like to hear.â
And God, he didnât even have to tell you for you to realize. Because you could feel the way his rock-hard cock jumps against his boxers - so rock-hard and pressing up against your ass in a damp patch.Â
One hand tightening around your throat, the other dipping below to draw urgent, messy little circles on your clit. Over and over.Â
You dare to crack an eye open and look at the room around you, hips still grinding down so pathetically on his thigh. Clenching down so hard on nothing as you wonder how someone - anyone - could see the two of you and-
âOi, look at me, brat.â heâs tugging your head up to his again. Hands getting more erratic - like he wanted to distract you from anything but him him him. âFocus on me. On how fucking good this pretty pussy is feeling.â
As if you could do anything but.
Bucking softly into his angry erection, causing Sukuna to let out a low, drawn-out hiss. âEvil lilâ thing.â he drags his lips down your sensitive neck. Pulling your hips harder against that tattoo. âGuess it ngh- makes sense though becauseâŚâ you blink up tearily at him as he trails off. Barely noticing the trembling in his fingers, both your rhythms getting so sloppy. Untimed. As rough as the look in Sukunaâs eyes as he whispers, â-because youâre mine.â
And then he spits - right into yout waiting mouth. Once. Twice.Â
Loud enough that it definitely makes a few stray onlookers glance, faces immediately burning at the sight of Sukuna kissing you. Just a messy clash of lips and teeth and tears.
Tears as you cum with a strangled gasp, drunk up so greedily by Sukuna as you squirt all over his thigh. So fucking messy. Seeping into his pants, all the way down to the couch below, but especially his tattoo. That ring of ink soaked in your juices - right where Sukuna wanted.
And if you were in any better state of mind youâd have been embarrassed - shy, even.
Instead, youâre glancing down at the way his thigh was glistening in the dim light, delicate strings of slick snapping as you lean back closer.Â
âDonât you have- hah- the same tattoo on your cock, too, Kuna?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Sweeter this way
âSuch a filthy cunt on my sweet, sweet girl.â Gojo has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh - laugh - at how breathless and fucked out you were on top of him already. âCâmon, what ngh- happened to taking control?â
Ah, right - you bat your lashes lazily, blinking away the tears in your eyes to be met with that fucking smug smirk on your boyfriendâs face. So much for taking control tonight.
âY-youâre a ngh- cheater, Toru.â you hiss, but you canât stop your hips from grinding down so pathetically to meet with his rough pace. Jolting every time his leaking tip hit that one spot. âIt was sâpposed to be hah- m-my turn to take charge.â
And oh how you had the strongest whining underneath you, two big arms looping around your waist to pull you against his toned chest.Â
âBut, sweetheart~â Craning his neck to graze his lips against your bruised ones - so fleeting, gentle. Exactly what his hips werenât. âIsnât it s-so much sweeter this way?â
You donât know what it is about it - maybe at the dangerous little tone dripping from Gojoâs words. Maybe at the way each one was punctured by a messy, harsh thrust into your tight pussy. But it has shivers running down your spine - all the way to your bulging cunt, so stuffed and ravaged by his cock.Â
Words a bit more breathless than youâd have liked as you mutter, âW-what do you oh fuck- Toru. What do you mean âsweetâ?â
The only response you get is one hand pushing the hair out of his eyes, the other just bruising on your hips. Pulling you up, up, up on Gojoâs swollen cock like you were weightless, the arms in his biceps rippling when Gojo slams you down. Hard.Â
Toned pelvis hitting your ass as he rams his cock into you. Again. And again. And again and again and-
âMâgonna show ya.â he grins, free hand roling your poor clit between two fingers. âGonna show ya how much sweeter fuck-â Gojoâs eyes fly open as you clench so hard around him. On purpose - a warning. âHah, feisty. But just you wait. Mâgonna show ya.â
Having you feeling more and more like some curse heâs out to vanquish with the way heâs fucking you so merciless.
âMerciless?â Gojo cocks his head in a way that almost makes you forget to realize that oh, shit you said that out loud. âMhm, sure did.â he hums, in a tone that was way too proud of himself. âNâ you h-havenât even seen the ngh- best of it.â
You were getting impatient now - and so was Gojo.Â
For all his talk, letting you grind your hips down to meet his rough cadence. So difficult with the way the man was getting impossibly faster. Sloppier.Â
The look in his eyes is so feral. His hands so unforgiving, pushing your knees further apart. So erratic on your clit, drawing quick, messy little patterns in a way that has you wondering whether this is more for you or himself.Â
Heâs whispering, like a mantra now. âGonna show ya- gonna show hah- fuck- mâgonna.â Running only on this and the way you were sucking him up so obscenely. Clit throbbing so fast under his thumb in a way he knew that it was about to be- âNow.â
As if on command, you cum. And not just any orgasm - no, when Gojo Satoru is out to prove a point, he will prove it five times over. Which is why he has you squirting like such a slut all over his rock-hard cock.Â
âOh- f-oh my god. Toru!â
Gojoâs own orgasm just a quick, sharp spike of pleasure, coating your puffy walls an obscene white before heâs pushing your limp body further back to get a better view and shit-Â
That only has you gushing around him harder. So animalistically. Dick twitching wildly at the slick glistening all over Gojoâs abs, dribbling down, down, down to those tufts of white at his base. Some reaching his parted lips, and fuck if Gojo can stop himself from running his tongue along them.
Running a finger at the lewd pool on his abs before bringing them up to his mouth, âOh, baby.â Eyes half-lidded, miles away yet still boring right into yours as he licks up his dripping wet index with a lewd groan. Pooling your sinful juices on his tongue. Heady. Addictive. âSee? Sweeter this way.â
Your jaw drops into a soft oh! as Gojo pulls away with a lewd pop! looking like it fucking killed him to do so.Â
Strings of slick connecting to those pretty pink lips, snapping ever so slightly as he murmurs a dark, âWonder if itâll be twice as sweet if I cum twice in your pretty pussy, hm?â
A/N. Hope yâall have a good day.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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She Wolf
A/N: I said I was gonna get this done and it took me way too long and has an absurd word count but I am incapable of holding in word vomit! Inspired by She Wolf by Shakira cause idc its GOOD and it got me thinking' so here it is. Also you don't have to listen to the song as you read but I think It's fun!
Summary: You've got a crush on your best friend and he's a bit of a dick. He regrets it and tries to apologize but you're already trying to push yourself to move on any way you can, even if it's in some shady club you'd never been to before.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, swearing, Logan's kind of an asshole for a minute, Possessive/jealous!Logan, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), friends to lovers cause that's my fave, fem reader, mutant reader, unnamed creepy guy (?) aaaand Logan absolutely has a pain kink. I think that's it but if there's any I missed please let me know!
Word Count: 7K (im so sorry but I'm not though)
divider credit here
âAre you ever gonna tell him?â
You looked up from your desk towards Ororoâs voice, sighing and taking your glasses off your nose.
âGod, I donât know, âro. I donât think I should. Itâs just going to end with me being humiliated and him never wanting to even be in the same room as me again.â
Youâd had a crush on Logan Howlett since the day you first walked through the doors of the mansion six months ago. Youâd probably be considered best friends by now with how much time youâd spend together, doing jack shit around the mansion on your days off. Just about everyone could tell he had a soft spot for you and that you had one for him. Logan was a classic âtough guyâ, constantly trying to hide his kind nature with a hard exterior, but it took only a couple weeks for you to crack that barrier. You werenât exactly a seemingly âsoftâ type either.
Youâd spent the majority of your life before you joined the X-men hoping from couch to couch and hitching rides with strangers, not really having a destination or a place to call home. Youâd been dropped off at a church when you were fourteen, around the time you started to turn every full moon. Your parents couldnât live with having to chain their mutant daughter in their basement once a month, and so they dropped you where they thought youâd find some âhelpâ. Youâd been passed from foster home to foster home till you were eighteen, each one passing you up the moment they realized you were not like them. It was always a slip of the mask, something setting you off to make you so enraged your eyes gleam yellow and your sharp canines make an unfortunate appearance. You took off the second you could and being on the road came with its fair share of creeps; men with terrible intentions looking for opportunities. Youâd never wanted to hurt anyone - truly - but when cornered by a creep, it was hard to think anyone would miss them. A couple of local newspapers caught on, debating where the wolf that tore men to shreds had gone. You werenât an animal. You just had teeth like one.
Knowing you couldnât lurk in town much longer, youâd hitchhiked your way to a camp occupied with people like you; lost with no place to call home. It was there that youâd met a couple of mutants who told you about Charles Xavier and the place that seemed completely unreal until you set your eyes on it. That felt like a lifetime ago by now.Â
âI think you're underestimating how he feels about you,â Ororo said, bringing you back to reality. She was sat on the edge of your bed, flipping through one of your magazines as you worked at your computer to try and make a lesson plan for the coming week.Â
âI think youâre overestimating how he feels about me,â you let out a short laugh, shaking your head.
Just as she was about to retort, you both heard someone shout your names from the hallway. You looked at each other curiously and left the room, hearing shouting again.Â
âAre you guys gonna play Monopoly with us or what?â
You both giggled and made your way downstairs towards Scottâs voice. Him, Jean, Marie, Bobby and Logan were all sat in the living room, the game already set up on the coffee table. Bobby and Marie were picking out their game pieces, assigning everyone else to their own piece.
âOkay, Logan, youâre gonna be the dog,â Marie smiled, dropping the little metal piece into the palm of his hand.Â
He was definitely not as amused, âwhy do I have to be a damn dog?â
Ignoring him, she handed another piece out to Jean, âyouâre the thimble.â
She then handed the boat to Scott, the top hat to you, and the iron to Ororo. You all began the game after Scott painstakingly over-explained the rules and how to play.Â
It was a good bit into the game that you all became distracted with conversation, eventually leaving the board game untouched. The topic of compatibility came up somehow, the conversation focused on the joy of Bobby and Marie.Â
âI think anyone would be lucky to have what you guys have,â Ororo smiled, shifting her gaze between the two of them.
âAnd what we have, obviously,â Scott joked, hanging his arm around Jean.
âGross,â Logan chimed in, taking a sip of the beer heâd hidden in the back of the fridge.
âI think someone is jealous,â Ororo said in a singsong voice, poking his arm.
âOf having someone hang on me all the time? No, thanks,â he scoffed.
As stupid as it was, it made you a little sad to hear he had no interest in even entertaining the idea. It wasnât a surprise, but still a disappointment nonetheless.
Ororo brought up your name and your eyes went huge, silently begging her to keep her mouth shut.
âYou donât seem to mind her hanging on you all the time. I think youâd be cute together,â she said, smiling mischievously at you. Scott and Jean agreed and you had never wanted to smash your head into a coffee table as much as you did in that moment.
âNah, definitely not my type of girl.â
It was just seven words, out quick without a second thought, and yet it felt like youâd been punched in the gut. You couldnât take your eyes off the monopoly board on the table, avoiding everyoneâs gaze.Â
Definitely not my type of girl.Â
âI think I should head to bed, itâs getting late,â you mumbled, keeping your head down to hide your blushed face as you got up from the couch and practically ran out of the room and up the stairs.Â
âWhat the hell was that?â Scott scolded Logan the moment you were out of sight.
âThat was so mean,â Ororo chimes in, backhanding him on the arm.
âI didnât mean to be,â Logan said nervously , shrugging his shoulders, ââŚdo you think sheâs mad at me?â
âProbably more hurt than mad,â Jean said honestly.Â
âShit,â he sighed, putting his beer down to rub his face with his hands, âwhat do I say?â
âNot that,â Marie replied, âwhy did you even say that anyway? You couldâve just said no.â
âI think you like her and youâre being mean so that she wont like you back because youâre afraid,â Ororo said after a moment of silence.Â
Logan sat quiet for a moment, his hands still over his face.
âAm I that easy to read?â His voice was muffled through his hands.
The rest of them couldnât help exchanging knowing smiles.
âSo you finally admit it,huh? Youâve got a crush,â Scott teased.
Logan moved his hands from his eyes to glare daggers at him, âyou shut your fucking mouth or Iâll shove that monopoly board where the sun doesnât shine.â
âI think thatâs a yes,â Jean whispered to her boyfriend.
âTalk to her when you see her tomorrow. Weâre not going to let you hurt her feelings just because you canât accept your own,â Ororo advised, lightly patting him on the shoulder.
âDo you think sheâs even gonna talk to me?â
âOnly one way to find out.â
ââââââââĄâââââââââââââââĄâââââââ
Logan tried to catch up with you the next day, always seeing you as you were leaving a room he was entering or passing by and even then, you ignored his calls of your name.
It was a little after dinner now and because it was a weekend, a couple of kids were up playing the PlayStation in the living room. Bobby and Marie sat with them, taking turns with the controllers.Â
Logan entered the room after about three laps around the mansion, mentioning your name to the both of them.
âHave you guys seen her? Iâve been trying to talk to her all day, she keeps running from me.â
âCanât really blame her,â Bobby muttered, his eyes never leaving the TV screen as he button smashed.Â
âSheâs in her room,â Marie answered before Logan could come up with a retort, âshe went up before dinner, said she wasnât hungry.â
He groaned, running a hand through his hair, âsheâs skipping dinner now too, great.â
âGo talk to her!â She insisted, shooing him away with a wave of her hand.
He made his way to the stairs and up to your bedroom, knocking lightly on your door. Hearing nothing, he knocked again, a little harder. Still, nothing.Â
âYou canât avoid me forever, you know. I wanna talk about yesterday, I was a dick.â
Silence. Now he was a little worried. He tentatively grabbed the doorknob and turned, cracking it open a bit.
Your bed was made, your desk was neatly organized and you were nowhere to be seen. He noticed your purse was gone from the usual spot youâd leave it in and your closet was open, a couple garments and some shoes strewn about on the floor. It looked like youâd gotten dressed and dipped. He figured maybe Ororo or Jean might know where you were, leaving your room and looking for them instead. He found them shortly after, huddled in the kitchen. Again, he asked if either of them knew where you were.
âSheâs in her room, she went up before dinner,â Ororo answered.
âNo, sheâs not. And her purse is gone.â
Both women turned to each other with the same worried expression.
ââââââââĄâââââââââââââââĄâââââââ
Having tried your cellphone about thirteen times from just about everybodyâs phones, they all decided they had to tell Charles. He used his ability to connect with every mutant on the planet to try and locate you, visualizing with his eyes closed. Everyone stood in his study, anxiously awaiting his conclusion. After a moment of silence, he started to silently chuckle to himself.
âWhatâs so funny?â Logan asked immediately, crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows.
âIâm afraid you all have your work cut out for you,â he replied, finally opening his eyes.
âSo, where is she?â Ororo asked, worry in her voice.Â
âThere is a club called The Nightcrawler - â Charles began to explain, but Logan interjected impatiently.Â
âClub? What, like a book club?â He nearly scoffed. There was no way you were at some sleazy nightclub in the city. You were a homebody and an introvert, neither of which made clubbing enjoyable.Â
âMaybe we should just let her have fun,â Jean began to say, but Logan was already halfway out the door.
Uncharacteristically, you found yourself dressed to the nines in the middle of a dance floor full of people. Youâd spent a while trying outfits in your room, searching for something you could actually wear out that wasnât sweatpants and a hoodie. Youâd settled on a halter top that tied at your neck and in the back and a pair of ridiculously tight pants that youâd bought forever ago and never had the guts to wear. You ended up standing in front of the mirror, choosing a pair of very cute but very uncomfortable shoes and looking over the outfit. If you werenât Loganâs âtype of girlâ, you sure as hell were somebodyâs. Trying to get yourself out there may be the best solution to forgetting the heart-crushing infatuation you had with your best friend who would never see you as anything more.Â
âI feel ridiculous,â you chuckled to yourself, turning in the mirror to see the back of your outfit. You did look good, just super out of your comfort zone. You grabbed your bag and ended up slipping out when everyone was eating dinner. Thatâs how you ended up where you were, pushing your way through the crowd of people with a drink in your hand. You passed the raised lounge area and felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn suddenly.
âHey, you wanna dance?â
He was tall, leaning down a little to shout over the music. He was pretty good looking but didnât look like Logan in the slightest, which you realized was exactly the point of going out tonight. He was dressed nice and smelled like expensive cologne.Â
âSure, why not?â
As you abandoned your half finished drink on a table and let him pull you a little further into him, a familiar song started to thump through the speakers.
âI love this song!â You exclaimed, letting the nameless guy rest his hands on your hips.
S.O.S., she's in disguise
S.O.S., she's in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
âIronic,â you muttered under the music.
ââââââââĄâââââââââââââââĄâââââââ
Logan walked ahead of Ororo, Jean and Scott, his long legs taking him much further at a much faster pace.
âLogan, slow down!â Ororo called out, jogging a bit to catch up with him.
âWhat if she didnât even want to be there? What if some guy dragged her there?â
âOh,â Jean laughed, â I see. Youâre jealous.âÂ
âNo.â
âYup.â
âNope.â
âSo youâd be fine if we walked in there and she is with a guy?âÂ
Logan slowed his pace as they approached the entrance, âsure, whatever,â feigned disdain in his voice.
The second the door opened, the bass of the music was overwhelming. It was dim, save for a few colorful lights projecting around the room. The four of them were squished together near the door, trying to pick you out in a sea of moving people.Â
âThis is gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack,â Scott shouted.
âNot necessarily,â Ororo replied, a smug smile on her face.
âWhat?â Logan furrowed his eyebrows.
She pointed across the room and he followed her gaze.
There's a she wolf in the closet
Open up and set it freeÂ
There's a she wolf in your closet
Let it out so it can breathe
You didnât even look like you. Heâd never seen you in anything that showed that much skin or any clothes that even hugged you like that, for that matter.Â
And you were with a guy.
Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey
It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way
âSo, what did we tell you?â Jean shouted, waving her hand in front of his glaring eyes.
âJust some kid,â he replied dismissively, turning to her, âdoesnât mean anything anyway.â
âYou sure?â Scott nudged his shoulder, making Logan look towards you again.
That kid had his hands up the sides of your top with his head craned down to kiss your neck, your back to his chest. You were giggling, playfully smacking his arm. Truthfully, you thought the attention was nice for a change. After trying so hard for too long to get Logan to notice you, it felt good to have someone pay attention to you in that way.Â
Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys
I just want to enjoyÂ
By having a very good time
And behave very bad in the arms of a boy
You felt his hands squeeze your hips a little harder, enough for his nails to dig into your skin. Out of instinct, you felt your canine teeth start to poke against your lower lip. You tried in vain to tug his hands from you, only making him tighten his grip.
The switch in demeanor was obvious even from across the dark room, your smile turning into a grimace that bared your sharp teeth. You yanked the sleeves of his jacket to make him finally let go, turning around while he still had his arms ghosted around you.
S.O.S., she's in disguise
S.O.S., she's in disguise
âTouch me like that again, you son of a bitch, and I will rip you to fucking shreds.â
You gathered fistfuls of his shirt, bringing him down to eye level so he could see your snarling teeth and gleaming eyes as a hint that you werenât bluffing.Â
There's a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
Before anyone could even tell him to stay put, Logan had already disappeared into the crowd of people.
âGod damn it,â Scott huffed, following Jean and Ororo when they went after him.Â
âLogan!â Jean yelled, trying to grab his jacket to slow him and only having him slip out of her grip.Â
There's a she wolf in the closet
Let it out so it can breathe
âShit, Iâm kinda into the fangs. What, you gonna bite me?â He was whispering in your ear, your hands still on his shirt. Before you could do something you were going to regret, you felt someone tug your upper arm and pull you away from him.
âCome on,â Logan snapped, âweâre leaving.â
âWhat the hell are you doing here? What do you mean we?â You yelled back. You didnât want to stay anywhere near that guy but you werenât ready to leave either and sure as hell not with Logan dragging you out like an angry parent.
âHey, she doesnât really look like she wants to leave with you, man,â the other guy interjected, keeping a grip on you by looping his fingers through one of the belt loops on your pants.Â
âYeah? She doesnât want to stay with you either, jackass,â Logan moved his hand from your arm to hold your hand instead, âsheâs not interested.â
What the hell had gotten into him? You felt like you were in the middle of a tug of war with two dogs.Â
âNo oneâs gonna fucking ask what I want, right?â You tried to complain, neither of them hearing you.Â
âYour little doggy girlfriend here was just about to take care of me. You mad about it?â The other guy laughed and you nearly lunged at him, Loganâs hand tugging you back. He intended to pull you away so he could get to him first, but Scott, Jean and Ororo jumped in just in time.Â
âAlright - enough, enough, weâre leaving!â Jean yelled, pushing you all towards the door, Logan dragging you the whole way. When you finally were out in the cool evening air, you angrily yanked your hand from his.
âWhat are you guys doing here?â You asked, turning to Logan, âand what the fuck was that?â
âWhat was that? Youâre welcome - âÂ
âI didnât ask you to come save me - from what, having a good time?â
âOh, yeah, it looked like you were having a lot of fun,â he scoffed, âhe had you by the hip so hard he probably left a bruise.â
He instinctively reached his hand out to check and you swatted it away, âDonât - Donât touch me!â
None of them had ever heard you sound so pissed off and youâd definitely never snapped at Logan like that before.Â
You took a deep breath and reached down to slip off your shoes, leaving you barefoot on the concrete.Â
âIâm sorry,â you apologized to the rest of them,â but why are you guys here?â
âYou left without saying anything, we couldnât find you and we wanted to be sure you were safe,â Ororo sighed, hugging you in relief, âweâre so glad youâre okay.âÂ
You hugged her back.
âI just - I wanted to disappear for a while,â you explained apologetically, avoiding Jean and Scottâs gaze.Â
âDo you know how stupid it was to run off and not tell anyone where you were going?â Logan scolded you, but Jean clicked her tongue at him.
âShut it! Enough from you! Youâve done enough damage control!â
The ride home was almost silent, your tired body slumped in the backseat between Scott and Jean, until Ororo spoke from the front passenger seat.
âHoney, I donât mean this in a bad way, but,â she paused, thinking over her words, âwhat were you gonna do to that guy if we hadnât stopped you?â
You understood what she meant immediately.Â
âWhat, you think I was going to kill him?â you asked, crossing your arms and leaning forward in your seat, âI wasnât. I donât do that unless I have to and you know even then I hate doing it.â
âI knowâŚso, what were you doing with a guy like him anyway?â she asked, trying to move on from the question that had clearly made you upset, âhe seemed kinda shady.â
Logan was gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white, dreading the answer.
You shrugged your shoulders, staring at the synthetic fabric of your pants.
âLiked the attention, I guess,â you answered honestly, kind of hoping you could throw anyone off the idea of you being interested in Logan, âitâs been awhile since a guy has liked me like that.â
âHe only wanted one thing from you anyway,â he scoffed from the front seat. Ororo glared at him, about to tell him to mind his business before you stopped her.
âAnd I canât want it either?â
That shut everybody up and Ororo turned to him again, a look on her face that said âyou asked, you got the answerâ.
You tried to bolt to your room when you all got home but Logan was quick to follow, catching up with you to stand in your path in the hallway outside of your bedroom.Â
âWhatâs going on with you?â
âLeave me be.â
You tried to dodge around him but he stuck his arm out.Â
âLogan.â
He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue speaking.
âMove.â
âIâm not leaving you alone until you tell me whatâs going on with you. You donât disappear like that, ever. And I wanna talk to you about last night - â
âThereâs nothing to talk about. Goodnight,â you huffed, ducking under his arm and opening your door.
âI care about you, you know, I was worried,â he began to explain.
You tried to slam the door in his face but he stuck his foot out, jamming his boot between the door and the doorframe. You let go in defeat and turned away, gathering your pajamas as if he wasnât in the room.
âYeah? Why?,â you scoffed, trying with everything in you to bite your tongue but failing miserably, âIâm not your type of girl. Whatâs there to worry about?â
Loganâs face fell. He pushed the door closed behind him.Â
âIs that what this is about? Thatâs why you went out?â
âWhy do you care?âÂ
You still had your back to him, furiously shuffling through clothing in your dresser.
âStop.âÂ
You felt his hands on your arms as he came up behind you, paralyzing you in your spot.
You let him turn you around gently, almost chest to chest.
âI didnât mean that.â
âYou donât have to lie to spare my feelings -â
âIâm not.â
He leaned back a little to force you to look him in the eye.
âI only said that - listen, I only said that because - â Logan paused, biting his lip till it nearly bled, but you shook your head and slipped by him again.
âPlease, donât treat me like Iâm stupid, Logan.â
You sounded so exasperated, tears forming in your eyes when you turned your back to him.
âFuck,â he sighed, âI only said that because I didnât want you to like me.â
You wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek and turned back to him, a confused expression on your face.
âIt worked, are you happy?â
âNo, Iâm not - â
âWell, guess it backfired. Get out of my room.â
You were face to face again, keeping your mouth in a tight line so your lip wouldnât quiver. It felt stupid to cry in front of him, but you couldnât really help it once it started.Â
âOh, god, please, donât cry,â he begged, leaning down and actually bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away a tear that rolled down your cheek. You wanted to smack it away, tell him again to just get the hell out , but you couldnât.
âWhy would you do that?â You mumbled out quietly, finally letting the overwhelming feeling of sadness cancel out any rage you had for him. You couldnât look him in the eye again, concentrating on the throw rug you were standing on.
âIâm so sorry, princess, I am. Iâm really fucking stupid,â he huffed.Â
You were surprised by the softness of his voice and finally tore your eyes from the floor. Heâd called you that before, but usually in a teasing way. This time it sounded endearing, like a plea of your name.Â
âAnd what happened there, at the club? âSheâs not interestedâ, what was that about?â You continued.
He sighed, still trying to figure out what exactly it was that he wanted to say. He realized there probably wasnât much of a way to beat around the bush and he groaned, closing his eyes as he stood in front of you to make spilling his guts a little less agonizing.
âI like you - like you a lot, and I was an asshole because I figured if you hated me, you couldnât like me back and it would save you the trouble.â
Hearing no response, he finally opened his eyes to see you still standing in the same spot, your lips parted.
âSave me the trouble of what?â
You were confused, your eyes narrowed as if you were angry.
âI donât knowâŚhaving to deal with me, I guess. I - Iâve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else and it scares the shit out of me.â
You could hear him swallow hard, his eyes looking everywhere around the room except at you.Â
âAnd earlier, when we picked you up,â he continued, âI acted like that because I was jealous, alright? Canât stand to see some asshole on you like that, and you were dressed all nice and - I donât know.â
Youâd never heard him sound so nervous in all the time youâd known him.
âYou are my type of girl,â he finally choked out, âonly type of girl Iâd ever want.â
All you could do was inhale sharply, his words echoing in your mind.Â
âItâs alright if you hate me, I canât say I really blame you. Fuck, Iâm sorry.â
He began to walk out, convinced heâd fucked up beyond repair.
âLogan.â
Your voice stopped his hand from turning your doorknob and he turned back to you.Â
No longer crying, you tentatively stepped forward a bit, nervously playing with the front hem of your top.Â
âYouâre not something to deal with, you know,â you muttered, letting your hair fall in front of your face.
You supposed this was the point where it was your turn to explain.
âIâve liked you for a long time, Logan, probably since the day I walked in here and I just - I think I wanted someone to distract me so I wouldnât wallow in self pity because you didnât want me.â
âYou were trying to get over me,â he realized aloud, a small smile on his face to hide the hurt, âI deserved that.â
After a moment of tense silence, he spoke again.
âDid it work?â
His voice was low and soft, a tone youâd rarely heard him speak with.
You pursed your lips and finally lifted your head, taking a deep breath.Â
âNo. I donât think it was ever going to, either,â you laughed a little, âwhen that guy asked me to dance, the first thing I thought of was that he didnât look anything like you.â
Your voice trailed off a little at the end, a little embarrassed to confess that even if Logan had already flat out told you he was interested in you.
Without another word, he came close enough to reach for your hands and gently intertwine your fingers with his. He cleared his throat, nervously chewing his bottom lip before he spoke.
âCan I kiss you?â
You must have had this dream a million times over, waking up night after night and feeling so empty because none of it was real. But now, with his hands in yours, it was very real.
You eagerly pressed your lips to his, not wanting to waste another second. His lips were soft and you were encompassed in the scent of his body wash and cologne, smelling of pine and cedar wood. You brought your hands up to play with his hair at the back of his head. Logan moved his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you further into him.Â
When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both smiling like idiots.
âWe shouldâve done that much sooner,â you giggled.
âAgreed.â
His fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin of your back, making you shiver.
He kissed you again, this time with much more intensity. It wasnât long before your tongues were in each other's mouths and you both had fumbled yourselves over to the end of your bed.
âWanted you for so long,â he mumbled between kissing your neck and jaw, his hands still sliding up and down your back, âI was so stupid.â
âWe both were,â you giggled a little, cut short into a moan when he licked your neck all the way from your collarbone to under your ear.
âL-Logan,â you gasped, unable to hide your blushing face.
He hummed into your neck, bringing his mouth to your ear, âCan I show you how sorry I am? Let me make it up to you.â
His voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you let him pull you onto him to straddle his lap, lost in the feeling of his hands on you.
âMmm, uh-huh,â you hummed, mouth hung open as he sucked light marks into your neck.Â
âYou have to use your words, pretty girl,â he brought his head up to rest his forehead against yours. He cupped your jaw tenderly, almost as if youâd disappear if he let go.Â
Before you could answer, he moved his hands to drag your hips over his, grunting when he felt the pressure.
âY-yes, yeah - please,â you choked out between moans, tugging his hair harder every time he pushed and pulled your hips.
âPlease what, baby?â
âYou - you can make it up to me,â you groaned into his neck.Â
He effortlessly lifted you by your thighs and laid you with your back to the bed. You untucked his white t-shirt from his jeans as he crawled over you, desperate to get your hands underneath it. You lightly scratched your nails along his back, making him groan into your ear. He kissed down your neck to the center of your chest, gently slipping his fingers under the hem of your top and around the back.Â
âCan I take this off you, baby?â
You were already sitting up before he could finish his sentence, reaching to try and untie the knot at the back of your neck.
âEager, huh?â, he chuckled, âlet me, sweetheart.â
He wrapped his arms around your lower back to tug at the knot, feeling it come loose in his hands. He snaked his hands up to the back of your neck, doing the same to the tied strings there. When it came loose, the only thing holding the piece of fabric to you was his hands at the back of your neck. He let it slip from his fingers, a smirk on his face when it fell completely.
You threw the garment somewhere to the floor and tugged on the collar of his t-shirt, bringing him down with you as laid back again and pressed your lips to his. He pulled back for a moment to yank his shirt off and immediately return his mouth to yours, making his way down to your neck. He brought both his hands to your chest and swept his thumbs over your hard nipples, eventually bringing his lips to them and sucking.Â
âAh - Logan,â you whined, making him smile against your skin.
âI like it when you say my name, pretty girl,â he mumbled, dragging his fingers down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your pants. He kissed all the way down to your hips, moving himself to lay on his stomach with his head between your thighs.Â
Before he could ask you if it was alright to rid you of them, you were already unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your hips and thighs. He took them off the rest of the way for you and you kicked your panties off with them.
He hooked his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, licking his lips and resting his cheek on the inside of your thigh.
âI thought about you a lot, you know - like this,â he huffed, his warm breath fanning over your pussy.
You had your hands in his hair already, swiping fallen strands of hair out of his face.
âI thought about you like this, too,â you admitted, sighing as he started to plant kisses right above where you wanted him the most.
âYeah?â
His teasing voice brought goosebumps to your skin and you nodded, gasping when you finally felt his lips graze your clit.
âThis what you think about when you fuck yourself?â He mumbled into you, the vibration of his voice making you tighten your grip in his hair. He growled like an animal, trying to push you even further into his mouth by the grip on your thighs.
You were trying to choke out an answer, distracted by the wet sounds of him messily eating you out.
âY - ah, yes, yeah - not as good as the real thing, though.â
He laughed with his mouth still attached to you and you tightened your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.
He could have spent hours with his mouth to your cunt, practically fucking you with his tongue while you whined his name.Â
A knock on your door sounded through the room, the both of you freezing in place.
âHey, I just wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?â
It was Scott.
 You grimaced, thankful at the very least that your door was locked, but Logan had a terribly smug smirk on his face.Â
âY-yeah, Iâm alright, just - just tired,â you managed to choke out, stuttering when you felt two of his fingers slip into you effortlessly.
âYou sure?â
You sighed, hating and loving Logan at the same time for what he was doing.Â
âYup, th-thank you, mâ jusâ gonna go to bed.â
Scott responded with a goodnight and you groaned in relief when you heard him walk away.
Logan was curling his fingers inside of you, still lapping at your pussy and letting you use your grip on his hair to angle his head however you wanted him. You felt the pressure in your lower stomach rise and you tried to warn him, tugging on the hair on the back of his head.
âLogan, Iâm - â
âCâmon, pretty girl, câmon.â
His encouragement sent you over the edge, euphoria blooming from your lower stomach and spreading through you. You had to cover your mouth to muffle your pornographic moans, but Logan reached up to tug your wrist.
âUh-uh, wanna hear you, beautiful,â he mumbled into you, practically pushing your thighs even further around his head.
âFuck, L-Logan, too - too sensitive,â you stuttered out, trying to pull his face away by his hair and failing miserably because of his grip around your thighs.
He eventually reluctantly detached himself and crawled back on top of you, sucking the taste of you off his fingers.Â
âI could do that for hours, you know, if you let me,â he groaned, pulling your hips up to him so you could feel the weight of his hard cock underneath his jeans.
Still sensitive, you reactively gripped his biceps and dug your fingernails into his skin. You were going to apologize and were quickly cut off by the guttural moan he let out into the side of your neck.
âFuck,â he groaned, rocking his hips against yours.
âYouâre into pain, huh?âÂ
You figured it was your turn to tease him, dragging your fingernails from his shoulders all the way down his back.
âYouâre gonna pay for that, pretty girl,â he grunted, moving quickly to undo his belt and strip himself of the rest of his clothing.Â
When his cock sprung up and hit his stomach as he took off his boxers, you swallowed hard; already feeling a wanting ache in your stomach again. You figured he was big - he was already a tall guy, after all - but he was far bigger than any guy youâd ever seen. Logan noticed the way you bit your lower lip, resting himself on top of you again and bringing his thumb up to pull your lip from under your teeth.
âWhat, are you nervous? Itâs alright sweetheart, Iâm not gonna hurt you.â
His voice was so soft and gentle, a tone you rarely ever heard from him.Â
You could feel the weight of his cock against your inner thigh, heavy and already leaking.Â
â âm not nervous, I want you, please,â you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. You reached your hand between your bodies to line him up with your entrance, trying to push him in with your legs around his waist.Â
âYou sure?â he huffed, trying with every muscle in his body to not slam into you in one thrust.Â
You nodded eagerly, scratching at his lower back.Â
Logan couldnât help himself and gave in, slipping himself into you.
âSo tight,â he groaned into your neck, pushing himself in even further.
âYou - fuck - youâre so fucking big,â you admitted truthfully, nearly drooling at the feeling of him stretching you out.Â
âFeels good?â
It was hard for him to speak when you were so wet that he was nearly slipping out of you as he gently rocked his hips back and forth, trying to be gentle and let you adjust to his size.Â
âMm - uh-uh,â you hummed, gasping each time he pushed further.
âUse your words, sweetheart,â he huffed and you groaned, digging your nails into him.Â
âY-yes, yeah - want you all the way in,â you whimpered.
That was all it took for him to be buried in you, grinding his hips into yours so that you were pinned to the mattress.Â
He worked up to a devastating pace, practically slamming your headboard into the wall.
âS-someoneâs gonna - someoneâs gonna hear us,â you managed to gasp out, out of breath every time he filled you and pulled back again.Â
âDonât care, let âem,â he pressed his forehead to yours, bringing a hand up to your face to affectionately cup your cheek. It was so sweet and almost disgustingly hot, the caring gesture contrasting the intense feeling of him repeatedly slamming into the sensitive spot inside of you.Â
He really didnât have a care in the world about who heard you both, far too lost in the feeling of finally being able to have you under him like that. You had sweat soaked strands of hair stuck to your face, your eyes squeezed shut, and he was almost sure youâd never looked more beautiful.Â
âSo fucking pretty,â he huffed, his thumb swiping your bottom lip. He had an idea, one heâd considered many times when he thought of you under him like this.
âBite me.â
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, threading your hand through his hair, âare you sure?â
âPlease.â
You forcibly unsheathed your fangs, letting them tentatively poke at his thumb that was still to your lips.
He moved his hand to your throat, resting it there without tightening his grip.Â
âPlease.â
His pleading had the heat in your lower stomach rising and you obliged, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. You felt guilty - you didnât enjoy hurting people - until he was whimpering in your ear, moaning your name over and over again.Â
You bit his neck, his shoulders, his lip - all the small puncture wounds healing themselves within seconds.Â
Having him so pussy drunk and groaning praises into your ear brought the pressure in your lower stomach to a max and you cried out his name, letting him fuck you through your second orgasm.Â
â âs good, huh, princess? Come on me, câmon,â he was begging, feeling your muscles tense around him. That drove him over the edge, his hips rutting into you and his thrusts becoming sloppy. He finally let himself go, filling you and letting it drip from you onto the sheets. He pulled back a little to see the mess you had both made, your inner thighs painted with a mix of his release and yours. He went to pull out completely and you clamped your thighs around his hips again, keeping him still.
âWant me to stay?â
âMhm - please.â
The sexual tension was replaced with loving comfort, Logan keeping you to his chest as he laid you both on your side. His chin rested on the top of your head and your face was against his chest with your eyes closed. You smiled at the thump of his heartbeat in your ear, nearly letting it put you to sleep.Â
âHey, pretty girl,â he mumbled into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head, âyou know I love you?â
The last three words made your eyes shoot open and you looked up at him, worried youâd misheard him or maybe he was just messing with you.
âReally?â
âOf course. You think I wouldâve done that with you if I wasnât in love?â
You thought hard for a second, realizing he was right. It wasnât that he hadnât had hookups before, but it had been quite a long time since heâd bothered to even get to know someone like that. He wasnât the type to lead you on, either - always up front with you, even if he didnât have to be.Â
âI love you too,â you answered, unable to hide the wide smile on your face.
âI shouldâve told you much sooner,â he sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as you snuggled into him again.
Before you could both fall asleep from exhaustion, he yanked the comforter over the both of you, hearing you mumble sleepily.
âYou can make it up to me some more.â
ââââââââĄâââââââââââââââĄâââââââ
A/N: If you made it to the end I love you <3 pls lmk what you think and reblog+like if you enjoyed!! also still navigating how to write smut without using cringe terminology so forgive me if that part sucks
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Thereâs A String Tied to My Lower Left Rib, Third From The Bottom
dick grayson x afab!reader
aka the professional boyfriend
warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader wears dresses, sexual content at the end (18+)
Dick Grayson is a vigilante. Heâs a master martial artist and gymnast. Heâs something of a playboy and a heavy flirt. But the claim he really takes pride in is that heâs basically a professional boyfriend. That heâs your professional boyfriend.
And pride really is the right word. Heâs so proud that he gets to have this pretty girl on his arm and buy her pretty things even when you insist you have enough. He loves getting to help you take your makeup off when youâre too tired and make you laugh like itâs his job. Heâs absolutely gratified that he gets to be your prodigal, sweet boyfriend that, despite your protests, insisted on carrying all five of your shopping bags for you.
You step over an uneven stretch in the sidewalk and lean slightly against Dickâs shoulder. âIâm worried the navy one is tooâŚmuch.â You say, thinking back to how the blue cocktail dress fit on you, how it stopped barely below your ass.
He furrows his eyebrows with a pout, âToo much?â
You look over at him, matching his expression. âItâs really short. I mean itâs cute and I like it, butâŚI donât know, this is kind of a fancy event isnât it?âÂ
He puckers his lips, shaking his head. âShortâs good. I like short.â Yeah, youâd noticed with the way his eyes had been glued to the hem of your dress, willing it to slip up just a little more.
You laugh, âAnd Iâm sure you and all the old businessmen will appreciate it greatly.â
His face drops at that, not thrilled at the prospect of those, usually very sleazy, old men getting to see so much of you. âThe black oneâs good too.â
You peer over into one of the bags, âOr thereâs the red one with theââ
Dick shakes his head quickly, âNot red.â
You snicker at that, knowing full well what his problem is with it. âThen why did I get it?â
âJust for me.â He pauses, âOr for something my brother wonât be at.â He mumbles, scanning both sides of the street. He shuffles the bags in his right hand onto his forearm so he can take your hand in his as you step into the road. âNo, the black one looked great on you. And we wonât have to go searching for a matching tie.âÂ
Once you reach the other side he lets go of your hand and he circles behind you, nudging you over to the inside of the sidewalk.
You glance down at the row of bags littering his arms and the red indents beginning to mark his skin. âWill you please let me hold some?â You frown.
âWill you please hold my hand?â He echoes, matching your serious tone with faux urgency of his own. You deadpan him but take his hand anyway. You donât notice it, but heâs got a dedicated gaze focused on your fingers intertwined in his.
You continue on down the street, hand in hand, the warm sun shining on your necks. You pick up the pace a bit as you approach your apartment building, aiming to get the door for your boyfriend. You reach for the handle only for Dick to call out, âDonât touch that!â followed by him clamoring like youâre about to touch a hot coal, rushing over to beat you to the punch.
âOh my god..â you mumble to yourself, biting back a smile. The bags haphazardly fall further down his arms, no doubt uncomfortably as he pulls the door open for you, pretending to be far more eloquent than he actually was. He gestures you in and smiles sweetly at you when you give him a flat look.Â
âWhat is wrong with you?â You ask, glancing over your shoulder at him with amusement glittering across your face as you dig for your keys.
âNot a thing.â He grins, watching with adoration as you open the apartment door. Frankly, youâre surprised he didnât attempt to juggle the bags and unlock the door himself.
He kicks the door shut behind him as you help slide the bags off of his wrists, piling them on the counter. âWhen do we need to leave?â
âUhâŚâ he glances at the wall clock, âNot till seven.â He places his hands nicely on your waist, looking down at your lips. âYou wanna get something to eat before we go?â
You muse, âThis is the one with those mini stakes, isnât it?â He nods. âNo, I wanna get my fill on those. Oh, and the bruschettas! I love these caterers.â
His eyes flicker back up to meet yours, a sly smile playing on his lips.Â
You break away from his gaze and turn to the counter, preparing to scoop the shopping bags up when youâre interrupted by his relentless fervor.
âAh, ah.â He hooks a finger into the loop of your jeans, tugging you back to him. âGive me a kiss.âÂ
âDick.â
âJust one.â Yeah, right. You oblige him though, pushing up on your toes to meet his lips. His thumb strokes your cheek as he kisses you deeply. You break the kiss after a moment only for him to chase your lips to follow it up with another. And then another. And another. He hums against your lips, smiling wide. âThank you, baby.â
You pull back again and smile as you stop his chest with your hand when he follows. âAh, Iâm not new around here. I know where thisâll go if I let you.â
He nods complaisantly, âThen let me.â His eyes are focused on the small space between you, where his touch lingers along your ring finger. You lean up again and place a kiss on his forehead that has him getting hopeful, only to be met with disappointment when you back away from him, bags in hand. He throws his head back with a groan just to really hammer home the severity of his dismay. Â
It doesnât last too long though because the second youâre back in the room heâs trailing after you like a puppy, following you down to the couch. You roll your eyes at him when he opts to sit ridiculously close to you, though thereâs a ghost of a smile on your lips that makes your act lose all credibility.  Â
He nestles his face into the crook of your neck and is clearly very pleased when you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You exhale contentedly, resting your cheek against his head. You lie idle like that for a few minutes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and casting a daydreaming gaze out the window. And apparently, he was daydreaming too.Â
âI wanna marry you.â He murmurs into your neck after a while.Â
You laugh incredulously, âHave you been drinking when I have my back turned?â
ââM serious.â He nudges you off him so he can look at you.
You hum, sweeping his hair back from his forehead. âYouâre being veryâŚâ you scrunch up your mouth to the side, ââŚOstentatious today.âÂ
He barks out a laugh, âWow. Word-A-Day teach you that one?â
You shove at his forehead back with no real force, biting back a giggle. His eyes flicker back and forth between your mouth and the crinkle in your eyes as he grins. âIâm going to let that one go because you got me some really nice clothes today. As your repayment.â you say, running your finger over his lips.Â
He takes your hand, pressing a firm kiss to it. âLet me marry you?âÂ
You sigh bashfully, âDickââ
âPlease?â He sticks his bottom lip out and gives you his puppy eyes, causing you to avert your gaze quickly. Youâre not convinced he doesnât have a superpower in that area.
You know heâs not really proposing right now, heâs too much of a romantic to do it like this. Heâs just getting the idea in your head, getting you excited about it. Itâs working.
âIâd be such a good husband to you.â He kisses your collarbone, âSo good.â He murmurs against your skin, lips never departing. You struggle to keep your face neutral, making a point of closing your eyes in an attempt to increase your odds of success. Heâs being nice though, you know. To let you play pretend right now when you know he could break your facade in a second if he really wanted to. Â
âMrs. GraysonâŚâ he squeezes your hips, lips traveling further down. âDoesnât that sound pretty?â
It really does. Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought about marrying him before. Heâs nothing if not husband material and honestly you really really want to hear him call you his wife. Call him your husband.
Your hand moves to his hair, petting it softly as he goes on. âBuy you a nice ring. Pretty white dress ân a big party just for you.â He brushes your shirt up and trails open mouthed kisses down your stomach. Your chest feels warm and you can feel your pulse thrumming all throughout your body.
He slowly guides your underwear down your thighs, his lips following the hem close behind. âCome home to you every night, kiss these pretty thighs,â He scoops both of your hands up in one of his, pinning them to your stomach. âKiss this pretty pussy.â He places a chaste kiss on your clit and looks up at you expectantly.
Youâre not nearly as hesitant on this as youâre pretending to be, and you both know it. But heâs perfectly fine with begging a little while you pretend youâre not lightheaded at the idea of marrying him. âIâll think about itâŚâÂ
He grins at you before going in on your core without mercy.
Heâs trying real hard to land that promotion.
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Thinking about big strong men who could easily overpower me, who could easily harm me or use me however they want. But who start trembling once I raise my voice at them. Falling to their knees, desperately clinging to my clothes, begging to be told what they did wrong so that they could make it up to me.
They take up more than half the bed yet they wanna be babied, taken care of. Tell them how pathetic they look begging for affection, begging to suck on your tits and have their hair played with while their pants get tighter before you even get to take your bra off. Aren't they so cute when they struggle to sit on your lap? "Mommy please I know I'm heavy but I need it please please please"
Completely and utterly at your mercy. And unbelievably shameless. "Mhm please...stuff my mouth! I need to suck on something! Anything please!"
They don't leave your side. Scary dog privilege my ass. No one messes with you when they see him walking behind you on the streets but what they don't see is the way his legs are shaking, the way his ass is clenching around that vibrating butt plug. And that's not even a punishment, he begged for it! Begging to be used at all times. Can you even refuse him when he's so fucking polite? Make him beg even harder for the small pathetic ounce of stimulation he wants when he's already on the floor sobbing like it's the end of the world just because it hurts how hard he is for you at all times. He craves it. Relief, a brief touch, anything to make the tantalizing ache go away. But his mind is so messy he doesn't even know if he wants to cum till nothing comes out of his abused cock or if he wants to be edged to the point he starts speaking unintelligible nonsense.
"Mhm~ don't know! Do something pleaseee! You know I...ahh I need something please..."
"What is it, sweet thing? Use your words. How can mommy help her puppy hm?"
"Nhg~ don't knoowww mommy...need you...lots...want yes want...mommy!"
And you laugh at him. The whole situation is just so fucking funny, yet it melts your heart at the same time. Seeing how reliant he is on you. Seeing how vulnerable he allows himself to become in front of you. The level of trust that takes.
And you wipe away his tears and kiss his lips gently, taking care of your pretty boy to the best of your abilities. Making him feel so good.
And he thanks you over and over again. "Mommy thank you! I love you! Love you love you love you soo much! What can I do for you, mommy? Wanna make mommy feel good, please!"
He'd gladly do whatever you say. "You want me to eat you out? Yes yes yes! Mommy tastes so good! Hold my face and fuck it! Fuck my mouth please! Please...." Even better if you want his fingers inside you since his cock is already too sensitive for your soft and warm walls to wrap around. He'll worship your pussy as well as he can. Long thick fingers curling just right inside you, his soft skin intensifying the pleasure he was giving you. "Am I doing it right, mommy? Am I a good boy? Mhm~ mommy does it feel good here?" And it does. He's a good boy and his yours. Your good boy.
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can u pleasee do jjk mens fav positions ? or have u already done that
â CARTWHEEL ON THE D!CK â ! â
starring ęą geto, gojo, shiu, hiromi, choso, sukuna, toji ?!
@WARNINGS. fem! reader, praise, dirty talk, mentions of breeding, full nelson, missionary, (rev) + cowgirl, prone bone, size kinks, overstim, tummy bulge, face riding, impact play, shotgunning, squirting, till the bed breaks 18+
TOJI â° DOGGYSTYLE
âdown, girl.â
with the pitch of his toneâ that was how easy it was for him to have you arched over, bent over his wooden desk. your pussy was still sopping from earlier, needing a moment to get over your most recent teeth-shattering orgasm. toji prefers missionary too but he mainly loves doggystyle just so he could peer a few peeks at your ass. so cute, he smears his swollen tip against your saturated entrance before groaning. sloshes of cries die out from your folds as heâs ogling at how youâre so eager to swallow him up. leisurely, his fat, throbbing tip makes its way into you and he yanks the back of your tank top. âtojiiii, âs not gonna fit again,â you gasp, a broad free hand of his grabs a good chunk of your ass before spanking it. you moan from the sting, the pulse it gifts between your legs couldnât have been any more embarrassing. âso f-fuckinâ big.â
âsay that everytime ân ya still take it like a good slut,â he growls, feeling a hot sensation burn near the tips of his ears. youâre so feverish inside, he bites his lip before shoving you further against the desk. one single thrust and your life flashes before your eyes. his cock metaphorically splits the inside of your cunt open, having your lips pry apart and you hear that sinister snicker of his from behind you. âugh. gotta be careful with you though. with a pussy this wet, might fall in love, heh.â
tojiâs speed was always simply relentlessâyour chest would continuously thwack against the furniture, bump after bump occurring. itâs so loud, his dick pivots and reaches so deep, it rummages through every single orifice and you repeat your whines for him again and again.
âf-fuuuck, toji,â youâd babble out, the same words spewing out your lips on a constant never-ending loop like a mantra. full balls of his occasionally tap against you. with your legs parted, youâre all sprawled open for him. toji knew the layout of your pussyâ he had to. with a sharp piston of his hips, his thrusts start to become more vigorous. you could barely match let alone keep up with his pace.
with doggystyle, toji was simply animalistic,
one of his favorite things to do was to wrap his thick fingers around your throat, putting his face up close to yours. âawww, babygirl. âs too deep? want me to go slower for you, baby? i can go slow for the pretty girl.â
heâs teasing youâpitching his voice in that faux caring tone, he drags his tongue against your neck and you whine, whimpering out a, âf-faster, fuck me faster, âtoj.â
âwell excuse me. then shut up ân take this dick,â and his words punctuate through every part of his dialogue. rough emphasis on his sentencesâyou gasp, feeling the crown of his cock prof against your g-spot. a scratch through your brain surges and you were already stupid. âtake it like itâs yours,â he gruffs, his voice lowering a bit. your gummy walls squeeze against him tightly and it makes him suck his teeth. so soft, fleshy mounds of your ass gets grabbed by the rough hands of toji. throughout each spank he gives you, it rings in your ears like wedding bells. it only encourages you to fuck back against him quicker, making haste. âyeah, fuck me back. take this dick like ya own it.â
youâre hitting back and forth against him, feeling the way toji steadily pries open your pussy with the fat, plump head of his dick. he grunts, pushing your head back down into the sheeny polished desk until itâs smushed against the plethora of scattered papers. ât- toji, right there, right there please.â
âi know the fuck where,â he snarls, feeling his thin nostrils flareâ it makes him a bit vexed with how easily your cunt takes him. swallowing him up, he canât help but stare at how well youâre taking his mean backshots from behind. a big hand of his is still yanking onto the very back fabrics of your tank top before he quite literally tears it into two. âoop. my bad,â he snickers, hearing a cute gasp come out of you. heâs still balls deep before you whine.
âtoji, my shirt !â
âyeah, what about it.â
you frown, heâs still deep into churning your guts before you speak with each moan butchering the delivery of your voice. âwhat do you mean what about it, that was a gift!â
âgirl, chillax. iâll get ya a new one.â
he doesnât.
GOJO â° PRONE BONE.
âshh, you donât gotta talk when youâre bent over for me, angel,â heâd hush you, and he brings a thumb near your puckering hole to daub the remnants of his sticky, glutinous cum back into you, preventing it from spilling back out again.
you whine, feeling every deep thrust he presents you. heâd just gotten done with filling you up to the brimâyet he doesnât stop, heâs hungry for more. a hand goes over your mouth, a lustrous sheet of your own slobber paints the palm of his hand in response and he hums. gojo favors prone bone because he likes the closeness of your body against his.
itâs like doggystyle but better,
with your sundress lazily pulled up, heâs got better access and your tummy continually caves in. gojoâs so lengthy, you were still surprised heâd even manage to fit. it was a tight fit but he managed, plugging up your sweetened aperture. warm breathy pants fan against your skin and you whine, his hefty base repeatedly trouncing against your cunt. he was so up close to you, his weight pressing into you so deep that youâre at a loss of words. âsâsatoru,â you whimper, feeling his tip stimulate against your most tender spots. each breath you had became more shaky, you were already pumped full of ropy, viscid amounts of his cum from before. your words were a bit muffled but he could still make out your adorable mewls. âso f-full.â
âwell yeah. wouldnât want ya to be empty,â he fake frowns, giving your ass an abrupt spank.
you bite back a moan by sucking your teeth, feeling his shaft reach even deeper angles. heâs got your pussy opening over and over, youâre drooling by this point, being met with slow yet deep hits. itâs primal for a few seconds once he pulls out - only to pull back in, then out again. you start to babble, hating whenever he did that.
gojo was a menace, he wanted to make you beg for moreâyou feel a fervor wash over you before your maw dangles open. the moment he pulls his dick out, he stares in awe at the thick volumes of cum exuding out of your flooded entrance. âoh, look at thaaaaat,â he sings lowly, staring at the mess painted between your thighs. heâs got the smuggest grin, watching such satiny ropes dribble down your slit. âmy my, sheâs just so pretty! look at how full she gets too, fuckinâ sloppy.â
âf-finish fucking me, âtoru,â you pant in heavy breaths, already missing the fullness his dick supplied.
still, youâre over here arched over like some slut. a few cold whiffs of air wafts against your skin and you moan. you hear him sneer out a, âawww,â before he brings his leaky tip back toward your swollen folds. it was so messy, unkempt and shimmering with his seed. gojo grows quiet, smearing his fat reddened tip against your pussy to hear the wet sloshes it creates. âpleaseeee, finish f-fuckinâ me.â
âsay pretty please,â he coos, purposely sinking just the fattened tip inside before wresting it back out. he does it over and over, imagining your cute little pout displayed on your face from frustration.
you whine out a sweet, âp-pretty please?â
âpretty please what?â he whispers, strumming a thumb against your throbbing clit. he was edging you, your whinesâdespite them falling onto deaf ears, you whine again. gojo simpers, trailing a hand down your sensitive spine. âcâmonnn. i have no idea what youâre saying please for, angel. you could be saying âpretty please can i finish?â or âpretty please can iââ
âpretty please finish f-fucking m-â you grumble, although it sounds more like a desperate moan. even your words backfired on you, he found it so cute how you tried to maintain a rough exterior with your voice but end up failing miserably. you wanted him to finish so bad that you start to swiftly grind against him with your ass still raised up. he loves hearing you like that, so whiny and needy for moreâyet once you were about to whine out another needy plea, you hear a sudden snap.
instantaneously, your initial reaction was to flinch and as you peek upâyou spot the the wooden headboard snapping in half, the box spring shortly following to collapse. gojoâs still buried balls deep and he doesnât even realize. only then does he start drilling his fat cock into you at a much quicker pace and you gasp, bawling the sheets into your hand. âs-satoru, fuck fuuuck.â
âoh damn the bed broke,â he sighs, barely acknowledging your moansâyouâre so close to your release, feeling the sharp stabbing twist of his hips and he makes you fuck right back into him again and again. with a hand sneaking its way to tug at your hair, he leans up close to your ear before purring low. âhm. that sucks,â and as his hefty cock jackhammers into your loose cunt for the nth time today, he cheeses. âbut uh, youâll buy me- i mean us a new one right? riiiight?â
GETO â° REVERSE COWGIRL.
he loves whenever you ride him in reverseâyour ass just throwing back against him, it drives him crazy.
with strong, ripped arms wrapped around your waist, a breathy pant leaves his lips and heâs panting, his mind's racing and racing as heâs awaiting for your finish to peacefully come.
geto groans, youâre taking in every inch of his fat cock, you grow dumb quickly and your brain starts to spiral within seconds. âf-fuck, more. throw that ass back against me harder, wanna feel you.â
getoâs smooth words couldnât have been any more seductive against your ear. big hands of his drag towards your tummy, his touch sending you shivers constantly before you moan. youâre jerking back against him with your mouth pried open, dilated irises glancing at your pathetic reflection of the mirror that stood in front of you both. âs-suguuu,â you moan, leaning back until your back presses against his bare chest. his warmth makes the butterflies in your tummy whir around at such a speed,
everything about your body was just enticing.
the way you just grip around him drove him wild. steadily holding his dick hostage with your saturated, gummy walls â it drives geto to the first street of erotic insanity. heâs haphazardly buried balls deep, the jaggy smacks that go up and down all due to your sweet hips makes him go mad. lengthy musses of black strands gets caught in his face and he gnaws on his bottom lip. a mucilaginous white ring that coats around his full base sticks against your skin the more your movements rises its tempo.
heâs panting right with you, hot puffy breaths of air leaving each lips, he wraps a hand around your throat before tenderly skimming his thumb down your passageway. making you almost twist your head to stare at him, he whispers, âeasy. donât cum on me yet, gorgeous. can ya wait jusâ a little to be messy for me?â
you frown a bit, pretty spit-glossed lips pursing together into a sweet pout before you whine once he reaches a pivotal certain spot. sage-colored boxers of his was lazily pulled down near his perfectly sculpted pelvic boneâeven that was unintentionally sexy, all for a good fuck.
âbutâ but i canâttt,â you whimper, feeling the familiar juddering sensation mash all into you.
âwait for me,â he whispers, a hand rubbing against your tummy. you pause your stuttering hips, leaning back into his touch. geto attacks the entirety of your neck with sugared kisses. heâs so tender, you gasp once he feels against the outline of his bulge. âmhm. you feel me here, donât you pretty? âm so deep in you, fuck.â
your pussyâs voluntarily tightening before easing up and you let off soft mewl. âsuguru, donât stop,â and your plea was so sweet. he holds your hips firmly in place before pecking a honeyed kiss near your nape. with how lewd the angle was, you made sure your knees were planted forward as you slouched all the way back. he stuffed your walls so full despite how you brought your eager hips to a saddened halt. his girth wears you thin, you moan once he then brings two hands to squeeze against your tits. so handsy, a finger of his swipes against your perked nipple and you whine. âwanna finish riding you, sugu please.â
âmy love, youâre going to. donât be such a baby,â and thatâs only once he turns you aroundâyou inhale a single breath, meeting his pretty face and he pulls you into a deep kiss. getoâs kisses always tasted to candied, so honeyed with nothing but love and affection.
âoh, but i love you,â he says between kisses, leaving your face with multiple targets. he watches your expression turn shy, even leaning in to kiss the soft bridge of your nose. âmwah,â he concludes in a weary breath, holding onto your hips again. you hover over his tip and he grunts, knowing you wanted to ride him again. âalways know how to- make me fall more ân more in love with you. messy girl,â and a dimple pokes against his cheek once he lies back. âmy good messy girl.â
SHIU â° COWGIRL.
âah ah, let me finish my cigarette first,â shiu would hum in a soft low tone, watching you hover over his exposed tip.
he was shirtlessâdark cerulean blue boxers pulled all the way down by you and a lit cig sticks out from the left part of his mouth. he shoots you a sly smile, watching the pout on your lips grow as you didnât wanna wait for him. you needed him carnally, he flashes you a similar coy grin before wrapping an arm around you. âfine. you never listen. i spoil ya too bad, sweets.â
âshiu, want more,â youâd whisper, and he groans once he feels you align himself against your needy hole. you felt the head of his cock scrape against your entranceâa few spurts of pre-cum coat against your folds so slickly. a hitched breath gets caught in his throat before he leans back, manspread. âwanna smoke with you.â
âhm,â he hums in a more form of a question. heâs got quite the length to him. he grunts, feeling the squelches your cunt makes in retaliation. the entire scenery of it all was so crude, heâs amused. with that cute expression of yours, he wants to buy you anything in the world. shiu rubs a hand down your back, easing you to take him fully before you moan at the stretch. âyou wanna smoke too, darlinâ? âs that what yâer tellinâ me?â
ây-yes,â you whimper in a cute plea, rocking your hips once heâs all the way in. he fit perfectlyânice and snug like a key fits a lock.
shiu had such dangerous girth to him too, your mouth desperately opens as you feel every inch. you even feel a slight upward curve he had, something as small as that made you throbâeven the vein that runs down the center of his dick, you felt the twitch inside of you. he raises a brow, hazy eyes focusing on your every move. your moves were always so slow it was simply hypnotic. leaning up close, you press a wet kiss near the corner of his mouth. âkiss me.â
ânow youâre just gettinâ greedy, baby,â he purrs, inhaling a single puff of hot smoke again. you watch with dilated hearty eyed pupils, and he cups your chin. âvery well, open that mouth fâme.â
glossy lips of yours part, he pulls you in for a sultry wet kiss but before he does that, he blows the smoke that was in his mouth right into yours. you whine, bottom lip quivering as it pours right in so easily. the taste was smoky, despite it being literal air, you could still taste it.
shiuâs got half-lidded eyes staring at you, a smirk curling on his lips before he finally gives you that kiss you direly craved. it was deep, youâre still slowly hurtling your hips before he brings two hands to fondle with your neglected breasts. you mewl into his mouth, tasting the lingering flavor of smoke and a dash of mint. his tongue curls against yours, flicking his cigarette away onto the ash tray before pulling you closer. he tastes so intoxicating, a hand squeezes your ass firmly before he groansâyou being jittery against his hips has his head spinning.
âs-shit,â shiu phews, globules of sweat racing down the sides of his face. with an almost flustered, out of breath look, he speaks in a soft tone. âyou .. you want more, donât ya sweets? guess yâer not finished with me after all, huh?â
âlie back, shiu,â you breathe in short breaths, softly pressing the clammy palms of your hands onto his bare chest. bristles of curled chest hair prick against your skin before he leans further back, slyly smiling at your sudden dominance. he watches as you pick up his thin cig, sticking it between your own teeth as your hips roll against him in mirroring unison.
âyes maâam,â he smiles, a hand gripping onto your ass before giving it another spank. âdo whatever ya want to me, sweets. âm all yours.â
SUKUNA â° FULL NELSON.
with full nelsonâmore than anything, sukuna likes to leave his favorite girl feeling stretched.
so stretched to where you can feel him reach the very deep pits of your cunt. he leaves you with ropes of his cum oozing out of you, he canât help it â especially with a size he has. a thick shaft with staggering inches, every time he pumps another load into you, youâre drooling for more.
âoh, youâre so weak today,â he huffs out in a single breath, watching your lifeless body just dangle against his lap.
your legs were held above your head and within minutes, pretty eyes of yours were on the verge of rolling way back toward depths of your skull to see only splotches of pure black. youâre a whiny mess, barely able to synchronize with his rigorous pace. his front forearms has your legs in place, another is strumming the calloused tips of his fingers against your jittery hips. heâs so deep that you can feel the bulge of his dick extend through your tummy. a hand of his grabs your chin, pulling down on your bottom lip. âmy, iâve got such a such a sloppy girl,â he points out, brushing a thumb against your lips that was glistening with sweet spit. âwith an even sloppier pussy.â and a hand of his reaches down to spank against your folds. you whine, feeling your entire body heat up from something as simple from his notorious touch.
âsuâ sukunaaaa,â youâd whine, basically being treated like a rag doll. a perfect way to capture your physical essence. just being thrown around, he punctures everywhere inside of your goopy walls, making his cock get known between your heat. your moans only grow louder until he shoves two fingers into your mouth. fluttering lashes lower before you happily suck on his fingers, swirling your tongue against his digits and he cackles. âmphmmm.â
âgood girl, suck on them. use that little mouth for somethinâ more important,â and with each bounce of your hips, your brows furrow in pleasure. a jumbled of nerves that rest inside your stomach continues to build upâyou know that particular feeling approaching and it was pure bliss. a brief twinge of a sting resides near your entrance as he hits against a spot that leaves your eyes widening. he found your secluded g-spot. a hand of yours squeezes onto the cursesâs thigh and he hums in amusement. âoh, i found that little spot didnât i, pretty?â and his pace quickens ever so slightly, hefty dick slamming into you time and time again. âthisâ pathetic spot . . riiiiight fuckinâ here?â
his breath was hot, all up against the soft lobe of your ear. with his deep voice alone, youâd cream all over his cock without any sorts of shame. jocularly, sukuna seeps his fangs into your neck, a low guffaw following from the back of his throat. you sucked on his fingers until you gag as response. you then pout as he pulls them out, stringy webs of saliva following his two digits.
âi-iâm gonna cuââ and your words get interrupted by the goading prod of his cock thrashing against that same spot. your mouth grows ajar and a sweet raw moan exits from your lips. youâre so at disbelief that you end up gushing all on his lap yet he doesnât even notice you squirted until you look down.
âhmph,â sukuna scoffs, one of his arms reaching down between your legs. he smears his stubby thumb against your entrance, feeling how doused it was with your slick arousal. taking you out of the flexing minacious position, he turns you to face him now. prodding a thumb between your now swollen folds, he delves a finger inside before pulling it out, only to pop the same finger into his mouth. you watch, tremulous breaths leaving your mouth and he smugly smiles, taking pride in your embarrassed state.
âhow sweet,â and as he laps up the mess on his fingers on his own tongue, he grabs your chin again, pulling you into a kiss. you whine, returning the gesture almost immediately. youâre needy still, grinding against the kingâs lapâhis dick that was laid against him flat, so thick and even more full. he snickers between the kisses, holding you close and you taste yourself on his mouth. after a while, he departs away before grumbling. âoff. you made a mess on me, woman,â and he crosses his arms, a pout on his lips. âdonât just sit there. clean it off with your tongue, iâll wait.â
HIGURUMA â° FACE RIDING
âa-ah,â he lets off a soft sigh, bringing a few kisses towards your inner thighs. you bring up you want to ride his nose and after that moment, it easily becomes his favorite position. heâs gentle, making sure to attack near the very sweet crevices with his lips. with an amused, jocular raise of a brow, he runs a thumb down your sopping wet slit. âaw, you wanna ride it, dontcha? youâve been starinâ at my nose all day, sugar.â
with a twitch of your lips, you shift your weight thatâs barely hovering over his mouth. âyes,â and hiromiâs got nothing more than tender smileâ he knew what you wanted, ride his face but most importantly, ride his nose. âi justâ i donât wanna suffocate you with my thighs though, âromi. want you to be able to breathe.â
he ambushes your folds with a multitude of kisses before a sly grin forms against his pink sheeny lips. âyou wonât do such a thing,â he reassures you, and you whine once he creates a single licking stripe near your entrance. âthere there, just lay it on me, sweetheart,â and his voice couldnât have been any more soothingâ itâs alluring, each syllable that drags out of his mouth has you pulsing continuously. dark irises stare into you before he blows softly against your cunt. âgive it to me, sit on my face ân enjoy the ride. i got ya.â
higurumaâs all laid back comfortably against the bedâheâs ready to feast, the moment you finally sink your quavering weight down onto him, his tongue makes a quick greeting. you bite your lip, the cold texture residing on his tongue makes you squirm a bit. âf-fuuuck, hiromi,â you whine, peering your eyes down and his hooded lids were already growing low and heavy. two rough hands of his grasp tightly against your ass, occasionally brushing his thumbs against your warm skin. his movements were slow but preciseâhe makes sure to allow his tongue to rummage all throughout your pussy. just a single taste and heâs already craving for more.
youâre addictive,
as youâre still trying to flutter your hips over his mouth but he only pulls you further down. you moan, feeling the slickness of your cunt rub against his nose. it slides against the bumpy bridge of it and he groans. with rough pants, he breaks away every few seconds to give you a praise or two, âthaaaatâs it, ride it jusâ like that, sugar.â
he had to multitask from breathing through his mouth and noseâyou had him going feral, his tongue knew no bounds. it swirls all through your entrance before he starts to suck against the pulsating nub of your clit. that particular spot does something to your brain. higuruma studies your momentsâevery jolt your thighs does he watches, how sensitive, how needy you were. all from a few licks, the feeling of his nose prodding against your cunt was a soft gnarled texture. it tickles a bit at first before youâre left with moaning repeatedly. âhngh, so good, âromi. donât stop p-please.â
he shoots you a sneer, a thumb of his snaking towards your clit to play with it also. the nerves you felt in every part of your clit makes you stupid. perspiring hands crawl into his hair, getting a good grip of his strands being lightly tugging on it. âm-mphm,â he likes that. whenever youâd give his hair just the slightest pull, it drives him crazy. you resume to grind your hips into his mouth, slowly. your rhythm despite how it wasnât as fast as he initially wanted has him hard. higuruma feels the strain in his black work slacks the more your sweet whimpers reverberate across the entire room. the walls were quite thinx yet he could care less. if anything, the only thing that mattered between was your preciously candied pussy. his favorite treatâa dish heâd continue to ask for seconds.
strands of his hair tangle within your fingers, the vigorous buckling of your hips barely have hi time to process. heâs so sloppy, the slight curve of his tongue explores all inside the entrance of your saturated entrance and a whine dies out your throat. âm-mh, more âromi. your tongueâs so good,â and your voice remains to shakeâyou were sensitive, not before long the entire middle part of his face was covered with a sheet of your arousal. so soakedâyou couldnât help but drench him a bit, his stubble becomes glistening in your heat and he moans. you taste sweet, with low eyes he makes eye contact with you for a moment and the butterflies that reside inside your tummy makes you pulse. he feels the pulse in his mouth, stimulating every part with the tip of his tongue. he lays it flat, allowing it to ferret everywhere before he reaches there.
that sweetened g-spotâthe moment his tongue shows itself towards your most precious slick orifice, he leaves it a few sweet kisses. mwah after mwah, long black lashes close as he shows your spot the utmost signs of affection. after all, he wanted to make sure he tasted all of you.
CHOSO â° MISSIONARY.
âdonât hide, please,â choso whispers, rutting between you. two big hands of his strokes your cheek, making sure you return his beatific gaze. dark gentle pools of eyes intake your alluring beauty before he moans into your neck. âyouâre so w-warm. i love you, love makinâ you feel good.â
âi love you too,â you breathe, moaning quite a bit yourself. your voice was sweet, laced with some kind of addictive sound that makes his ears twitch whenever you speak. choso loves missionary because of how intimate it is. skin to skin, body to bodyâhe loves the hot warmth your own body provides him every time. heâs way more vocal than you, he canât help but suck against your skin as heâs stuffing you full of guiltless inches. âfuck,â youâd wheeze, rubbing the back of your ankle down his back. you feel him shiver at that, his face turns flustered before he reaches to hold your hand. in bed, choso was always a needy baby. he desperately wanted your touch, without it he felt like heâd die. perhaps he was a bit of a drama queen whenever it came to affection, but he was your drama queen. âchoso, donât stop your moans, baby.â
he grows quiet once you notice. the main reason he went to suck against your tender neck was to stop his whimpering whines.
he was always so embarrassed about themâso insecure.
he was forever so sensitive, the way you clamp down on him makes his breath nearly get caught in his throat. âbut-â and you shyly smile, squeezing his hand tighter as his hips quicken. heâs about to finish earlyâyou were quite familiar with his timid body language. it always gave him away. you pull him in for a quick chaste kiss, crimson lips of his mashing against yours and he pouts. once you pull away, he wants more. choso leans for a kiss and you kiss back, kiss after kiss. he feels the tip of his cock reach all sorts of mew depths within your walls. heâs clouded, feeling a rushing wave of crazed nirvana over take him sweetly. âiâm too noisy.â
âi like when youâre noisy,â you reassure him, and you visibly watch him melt into your hands. heâs so cuteâyouâve got his heart throbbing, youâre so tender and patient with him that heâs falling more and more in love. chosoâs tempo slows down a bit and he feels a concise spasm in the undersides of his thighs. he moans at your tenderized compliment, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
heâs still holding onto your hand, stubby fingertips sliding against yours. his touchâa perfect way to describe it was that it was hot, parching. you made him feel hot in every way and he never wanted the feeling to stop. âyou can be a little louder, âcho. âs just you ân me.â
âyou s-sure?â he whines, mending your cunt with a new shape from his jagged thrusts. he was so big, you had to constantly gnaw on your lip to conceal your own indecent noises. with a low voice, he still sounds as sweet as a kittenâhis darkened brows twitch, awaiting for your answer whilst he prepares to gift your pussy with another precious gift of cum.
you have a soft smile. âiâm sure, baby,â and with a smeck, you kiss the pale temple of his cheek. chosoâs heart was racing miles a minute. the moment he ends up finishing, he doesnât hide his moans.
this time, he ends up giving you a deep kiss while his orgasm mercilessly pulls out of him. it leaves him breathless, tumefy lips of his gets swollen from each contact your own lips makes with his. he was always weak for your kisses, heâd go crazy without one.
âgood boy,â you whisper, feeling his seed trickle all inside of you. hot sticky ropes, your legs snake around his slim waist, forevermore pulling him in. âletâs stay like this forever.â
âwe- we will,â he mewls out, a gasp of exhaustion snatching out of him, heâs just on top of you, resting his head against your chest â still inside of you, plugging you in fully. chosoâs voice was a bit raspy, strands of his hair tickle against your skin before he kisses your breasts. âiâll never leave you. weâll be together f-forever, princess.â
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Toji stretches you out to the max when he fucks you. Your pussy gripping snugly onto his thick cock as you struggle to take him all. Letting out little whiny cries when he pushes deeper into you. His hand rubbing soothingly over the bulge in your stomach with a teasing smirk. âWould you look at that baby, âm so deep in there.. you feel that?â He groans, thrusing up harshly just to watch his tip visibly push at your skin.
Heâs thrusting into you so good. Tears rolling down your cheeks as he fucks you deep, balls slapping noisily onto your ass as your pussy weeps messily onto his cock. âPussyâs still struggling to take me huh,â He breathes, thumb reaching down to rub small circles on your clit. Watching as your back arches off of the bed with a loud moan. Your wet lashes blinking up at him as your lips part in a string of adorable noises.
You canât think, eyes rolling back as you babble his name dumbly. His large hand wrapping around your neck to capture your lips on his. Sloppily locking your tongue with his till youâre drooling onto your chest, allowing him to swallow all your muffled sobs of pleasure. Heâs hitting that spot so perfectly, and you find yourself shaking beneath him when his free hand reaches down to press onto your stomach.
The man softly kisses away your tears with a hum when you beg him to cum. Your vision blurring with a small scream when he gives you the okay. Clenching down tightly before lewdly squirting onto him. âFuckk sweetheart, pussyâs so wet sheâs practically talking tâ me right now. Wants me to pump her full of my cum doesnât she?â He grunts, cock twitching when you nod with a moan. âUh huhâ please do.â
His movements slow down, panting heavily as he comes to a stop inside you. Burying his cock as far as he could till you were skin to skin, his tip taking its rightful place at your cervixâs entrance.
You feel yourself getting fuller when he releases into you. Ropes after ropes of the thick substance painting your walls thoroughly in white.
You whimper when it refuses to end, his cum continuously spurting out of him with bo signs of stopping. After all, you should have known by now that his balls hold twice the amount of cum that they should.
Your legs threaten to close around him when you start getting filled to the brim, his cum somehow seeping past his cock to run down your ass and onto the sheets below. âT-toji, thereâs so muchh. âM stuffed.â You whine with a sniffle, your boyfriend only shoving your legs back open with a faux pout.
âI know sweet girl but iâve gotta empty it all inside that pretty lilâ cunt of yours kay? Just lay there nâ take it like a good girl.â
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MY PRETTY BOY
summary. . .over the past few hours, you could not keep your eyes off matt. once you got home, you had to do something about it.
pairing. . . matt sturniolo x fem!reader
warnings. . . HEAVY SMUT, moaning, kissing, rough!fem, sub!matt, established relationship, overtsimulation, male receiving, female receiving, sooo all the good stuff.
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all day, matt had been teasing you. he had been calling you a âgood girlâ, âmaâ and all these other names that had been driving you CRAZY. the two of you had spent the day at an aquarium. you had been going around town, walking into new stores, shopping, chatting and having such a great time. you couldnât help but notice mattâs pink hoodie. he rarely ever wore it, but when he did, it drove you insane. the way it hugged his chest and loosely flowed down his arms.. you just couldnât handle the desire for matt anymore.
as matt walked through the front door, he let out a heavy sigh. âfuck, iâm so exaughsted. today was so tiring but so funâ you smile at him as you nod. âyeah it was fun. but i was thinking we could cuddle up and watch movies now, if thatâs okay.â you say that, knowing your intention of fucking the shit out of home later. matt nodded, his lighting up with a smile plastered on his face. âyeah, yeah! for sure.â
you two made your way up to mattâs room. when you walked in, you flopped down on his bed. âiâm gonna grab some snacks.â he smiles and quickly runs out of the room. oh how cute he looked when he was excited. after a few minutes, matt returned. he had brought some root beer, chips and sour strips. he placed them on the desk next to the bed before flopping down next to you. he grinned as he looked your way. âhiâ he says. âwhy hello thereâ you reply, turning your head to meet his icy blue eyes. you grab the remote and press play on a movie as you both sink into the bed, the blankets and soft pillows engulfing you.
as the movie played, you looked over at matt. the strands of hair falling in his face. the way his eyes lit up at the funny scenes and the way his lips parted when something shocking happens. he looks so fucking adorable, you thought. mattâs eyes met yours when he caught you staring, his face flushed softly and he looked back at the tv. you couldnât help but smirk at his reaction. âwhatâs got you so flustered, hm?â you say smugly. ânothing.â he replies, noticeably embarrassed. âhm, okay then.â you wink at him then turn to the movie.
as the movie ended you faced your body towards mattâs. âya know, it pissed me off how you were teasing me all fucking day with those petty little nicknames.â mattâs eyes widened as he looked at you. âiâm sorry, ma. i didnât mean to make you upset..â he replied. âi think i need to do something about it.â mattâs face flushed gently as he looked at you. âand.. what would that be?â you smirked and placed a hand on mattâs clothed thigh. âthatâs for you to find out.â
TIME SKIP!
the only sound coming from the room was heavy breathing. you stared into mattâs eyes as you climbed on top of him. he looked up at you, his eyes full of want and need. âfuck.. i need you. p-please..â matt said, desperately. practically whining. you trace your finger down his jawline before slowy tipping his chin up. âeh? didnât quite hear you, matty.â mattâs eyes roamed down your body before shooting back up to your eyes. the bulge in his pants grew at a relentless pace. âmommy, i need you.. really bad.â you smile. âand what would need from me?â matt frowned, pouting slightly. âi.. i donât wanna say outloud.. itâs weird.â you giggle and lean in closer, your warm breath against his lips, sending a shiver down his spine. âyouâve gotta tell me baby, or else i canât help.. that.â you say, referring to the bulge in his pants. âplease. fuck me.. fuck me till i canât breatheâ he looked up at you with desperation, his eyes glossy and his lips puffy.
you smashed your lips against his as you climbed into his lap. his hands trail over your body and you immediately stop. âno touching unless mommy says so, okay?â matt nodded. you grabbed his wrists and pinned the above his head, he let out a little gasp. you kiss down his neck and along his collar bone. you slowly take off his shirt and smirk at the sight of his toned stomach, his shirt somewhere in the floor now. you run your fingers up and down his torso. he shivered at the touch. you begin to slowly pull down his light blue jeans, the car keys still attached. his bulge looked so big under his boxers. you couldnât help but gasp at the sight of precum leaking through the grey calvin cline underwear. as you placed your hands on his v-line and started to pull down his boxers, he whined. whimpers left his pretty lips as he watched you, he was so desperate for you and your touch. it was mesmerizing. his hard dick slapped against his stomach as you pulled it out your thighs clenched and the sight went straight to your core. âplease.. mama.. câmon. i need ya so bad..â matt whispers. you smile down at him.
you gently wrap a hand around his base. your lips sink down onto him. he was so long and big. it was so hard to fit him in your mouth. you slowly started bobbing your head up and down on him, and for the part you couldnât reach, you jerked off. matt whimpered and his glistening eyes watched you intently. âhey.. uh can you.. uh..â he said hesitantly. âtake off your top.. i wanna see your pretty tits.â you smirked at him. âsince you asked nicely..â you lifted your shirt off and mattâs eyes widened. âso pretty.â he reached out to grab one and you grabbed his wrist. âno, no, no. remember what i said? no touching unless you get permission.â you smirk and he nods, apologizing.
you place your head back on his dick and start bobbing your head at a relentless pace. matt whimpered and groaned. âfuck.. your mouth f-feels so good.. on m-me.. on my -shit- dick..â you smirked at him and only continued bobbing faster, your eyes glistened with tears as his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. he took his hand, and tangled his fist with your hair, pushing you down deeper on him as he bucked his hips against you. you pulled your head off and looked at him, holding your hand out under his chin. âspit.â you demand. he immediately obeyed and spit his saliva in your hand. you used it to coat his dick as a lubricant and you started stroking him really fast. you rubbed your thumb over the tip every once in a while.
matt moaned and whined, feeling his climax come close as the knot in his stomach tightened. he let out several strangled moans. fuck, he looked so good. âAH.. fuck mommy.. shit!! shit iâm cumming!â continue jerking him off until he lets out one final pornographic moan as his cum shot up in the air, landing on his stomach and your hand.
you slowly shimmied down your jean skirt, revealing your light pink panties. the one with a bow tied on the front. mattâs favorite. your pussy is throbbing and soaked wet as you look at him. his dick was so hard and his eyes were filled with tears of pleasure. you place his tip at your entrance rubbing it back and forth before slipping it into you. âfuck matt, youâre s-so hugeâ you pull your body up and slam back down, fast. repeating the process until you build a pace going back up and down. throwing you head back, you moan. god you could ride him all day. your legs felt like they were getting weaker and weaker. you place your hands on his chest gaining balance. matt noticed how tired your body was getting, he grabbed my thighs and started to thrust up. he was so good at this. hitting every perfect spot, at such amazing angles. you felt him start to twitch inside you. he mustâve been so close. his eyes stared with overstimulation.
"please⌠baby⌠i canât⌠itâs⌠too much⌠canâtâŚ" he whimpered, his hands clutching at the sheets, knuckles white with the effort to hold on. his body trembled uncontrollably, the overstimulation sending waves of intense sensation through him. his cock, still hard and sensitive, throbbed inside her, a mix of pleasure and pain that left him dizzy and disoriented. his cum shoots up im your pussy as you feel your self clench, cumming too. you both sigh and flop down together.
you cuddle up to him and give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. âmy pretty boy.â
I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!
itâs the first fic iâve ever written so.. it might be bad!!
BUT HERE WE GO ANYWAY! ENJOY ANGELS!! đđ
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âjust the tipâ turing into âi know you can take it just a few more roundsâ with kinich? im totally normal about this man i promise đââď¸
7 rounds, with a side of coffee please!
nsfw utc, marathon sex if u squint, sex mention + the morning after, usage of 'cunt' but think of this how u want (I don't specify pronouns), praise kink, mentions of blindfold/rope (not the main point), shower sex somewhat (again not the main point)
wc: ~0.9k. artwork belongs to @/leisomnium on x, go check out their page.
he promised you it'd be just his tip snug inside your cunt. why are his thrusts soo mean now! (you asked for it)
all happening right after a celebration party mualani throws- she offers you two a house to share before going home. (three-day celebration in which you both do it on the third day)
he said he'd be gentle, that was four rounds ago. it felt as if he was losing his sanity inside you (literally), and he only wanted more.
the coos, and whispers against the shell of your ear- fuck you couldn't help but get turned on. he could feel the hefty amount of essence, and wetness on his shaft, as it spread everywhere.
the different speeds you could observe throughout the seven separate rounds you both underwent, he was rougher in the middle- vanilla towards the end.
spending the first few hours letting your tight cunt get used to his girth and length. fuck it was already the morning after but it's as if it was still there, your legs trembling at the thought.
he loved how loud you were last night though, he could hear the sounds of animals nearby getting startled. and a knock on the door from a neighbor, haha.
he was against the idea of tying you down to the bed or blindfolding you at first. but he will give in if you ask nicely, say please :)
he prefers he handles you himself, your skin on his, nothing in between. but it definitely would help him out by not needing to hold you down. the only times he does do it on his own when you don't ask is when you've been a little more than just 'bad'.
his tattoos glow a little when he gets pleasured, so in a way, you get clues on your own when you rode him, which spot he preferred inside you, or which position he preferred... (it was cowgirl by the way)
his hands cause marks on your skin, and he genuinely feels bad. he always offers help to cover them by wrapping his jacket around your waist or making his headwear into a scarf to cover up the hickeys on your nape.
yet you couldn't discard the feeling of the previous night. would always remind you whenever you tried to move the next. using nearby objects for support 'till kinich noticed, and wrapped your arm around his neck instead to support you, or full-on bridal style, whatever you want.
how he whispered "don't worry, let's just get you to the bed" sounded so familiar to the tone he used yesterday to tell you how good you took his cock inside you. about how deep it was... or how he'd fill you up to your very brim. "not a drop wasted." word for word.
"i know you can take it for a lil' longer, sweetheart... c'mon..." is all you heard in the moment as his godly speed along with merciless thrusts ironically enough. his mouth lusted praise into your hears, while his dick said much else.
he spent a few rounds thinking about what position he wanted to fuck you in the most. but he was stuck between his top three; missionary, mating press, and cowgirl. he couldn't decide but doggy style was a close second.
he much preferred a position in which he could stare at your features when doing so. like missionary- he could lean in to kiss your sweaty forehead, and hold your hips close to his as he repeatedly slammed himself inside.
or mating press where he could get a pretty lil' close-up of your face, he could feel your legs get tired while he trusted inside though, and honestly felt bad, that's when he started slowing down. instead of the ruthless pounding, he'd be a regular to grinded his angry red tip against your g-spot in hopes it's just as pleasurable as the previous feeling.
maybe it was cowgirl, wherein you'd do all the work. and he could watch how good your cunt swallows him whole, or how your head threw back in pleasure because of his cock. nothing turned him on more than your own expression. gosh, he could already feel himself harden at the sudden thought of it.
honestly would be the same for reverse cowgirl but if he were going to be real with you- he'd rather watch your expression range from your eyes rolling to the back of your head rather than for those beautiful faces you make be faced away from him. he could care less about seeing how you take it from behind somewhat.
it was the sixth round in which you remembered he was the loudest in, and in all honesty, it wasn't even supposed to go up 'till seven rounds. but you looked just so.. appetizing in your bathrobe. the fact you trust him so much enough to shower with him, he still blushed at the thought even when you've been together for about three years now.
he could feel his orgasm build up again as he pinned you to the wall of the steamy hot springs. shit, he knows mualani would get mad; having to clean the pool again but he couldn't help but release on your back as it arched, you both climaxing together.
maybe he did have a favorite though, and it didn't necessarily concern his shaft rubbing against you this time.
the way you tasted definitely changed his point of view on intercourse. damn did it taste better than any meat stew he's eaten and made before!
but how could he not? you forgot your last pair of clothing for the night, having to borrow his and fuck. he's turned on again from the sight of you in his clothing.
too late to realize when he already lifted the shirt up a little to seep his tongue into your hole. fingers already working over your clit, making sure you feel everything.
oh he knew how much you liked when he hummed in response to your little whimpers to turn them into moans, and whines. of his name? of course!
you tasted nice, especially when your gummy walls clenched around his fingers as they interchanged positions with his tongue, he landed pretty little kitty licks onto your clit. he added another digit up into your entrance as they curled riiiiight theeeree...
flashback over, the night was done and dawn arrived as kinich decided on just carrying you bridal style home using his rope to quickly travel back instead of using mualani's koholasaurus like previously done (took two days to arrive LOL).
mualani arrived at the hot springs near to the home she lent you both to, cookies and milk in hand. "man.. i didn't even get to say goodby- is that.. white in the water.. KINIIIIIIIIICH!!!"
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juno
pairing: logan howlett x f!reader.
summary: logan can't resist the urge to breed you
a/n: one small prompt just for now, thought about this while listening to juno by sabrina carpenter literally so so good but also(i need to have this man's kids). feel free to send me concepts! & requests are open. also please lemme know if i made any errors i hateee proofreading enjoy <33
warnings: 18+, smut, age gap once again (reader is in her 20s). just pure breeding kink. p in v. teeny bit daddy kink? definitely more warningsâŚ
word count: 444
logan knew he shouldn't be imagining you with your belly rounding with his child, and breasts growing heavy with milk, especially at a family event. it felt so wrong.
that was how you and logan ended up leaving the party so early. he'd been eyeing you the whole night as you tended to your newborn nephew with such affection. it had sent him straight to the edge. he'd decided to make it his mission tonight to pump you full of his seed.
as soon as you both were through the door, he pinned you against it, pressing his soft pink lips against yours. whilst his hands started to roam your body.
"you know how fucking hard you made me seeing you play momma"
"yeah and why's that" you smiled and leaned in for more kisses. he began to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist. carrying you to the bedroom, tossing you down on the bed. "makes me wanna get you pregnant, and i shouldn't be wanting that, you're young and have so much ahead of you, but fuck i can't help but want to have you all swollen walking around with my kid." he unbuckled his belt, eyes locked onto yours with his hard length out.
"don't hold back lo just because iâm young, iâm old enough to know what i want. lemme make you a daddy"
"yeah? you want me to make you a momma? have you stuffed with my seed all fucking year long."
"please, daddy i want a baby," you whispered, "please, i wanna have your babies." your words trailed off as he settled between your thighs, the thick head of his erection pushing against your entrance.
loganâs pace had quickened, going in and out of you, with his balls slapping your clit. "fuck you feel so good, angel. youâre so fucking warm&tight. yeah, thatâs it squeeze me like that. not leaving you till you're pregnant with my baby.â he rasped.
âlo-logan. please come inside of me. i need it soo bad. fu-fuck daddy give me your cum-â
logan was pounding into you, reaching between you two, rubbing your folds. "thatâs it, baby. pussy was practically made for me. c'mon angel squeeze around my cock while i knock you up." his words pushed you over the edge, as you came hard.
the final thrust, logan buried himself deep inside of you groaning. leaving his hot&warm seed inside of you, that painted your womb. he ended up collapsing on top of you gently, both of you trying to come down from your high. when he finally spoke, "better do a round two, just to make sure i did a good job."Â
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âINFAMOUS UPDATE IS HERE â
238K -> 457K WORDS
Please read this post before playing! It's finally here! After five months of writing and rewriting and salvaging and crying and sweating and bleeding I finally finished sort of kind of! Firstly, I want to thank you for your patience and understanding over this duration of this rewrite. It was stressful at times but I'm happy with the end result and I hope everyone else will be too :)
This will be the last chapter I release without beta testers/other sets of eyes so expect errors. I can playtest until my fingers turn blue but I'm just one person </3 I'm bound to have missed stuff.
Please let me know of errors! I tested it a few times with no problems but we know how it goes lol
IN THIS CHAPTER THREE UPDATE:
drama
mayhem
chaos
some betrayal
some surprises
just...read it lmao
PROLOGUE - CHAPTER 2 CHANGES:
**chapter two was too large of a file to upload on dd so I had to split it last minute and I uhhhh dont know how that translates in the demo but it should work lol please let me know if its wonky!**
fixed up grammatical errors and typos
expanded some scenes and added some more choices
you can now choose that your mc has "changed" in some way (drinking, no longer drinking, partier, no longer a partier, negative, positive, attached, detached, or a general default. I was asked to add an MC who "gets around" or hookups a lot but I'm still debating on whether I'll add that since there's already quite a bit lolol)
you can choose to have changed your band's genre before/after seven
TECHNICAL CHANGES:
you will be able to explicitly state your sexuality in the beginning. this was a big ask and I apologize for not doing it earlier! I wasn't good at coding when I started and I knew I always wanted to make the genders separate from MC's sexuality but I didn't know how to do that at the start :) So you can still choose the genders of the ROs for story purposes and variety. IF YOU DO NOT SEE ROMANCE OPTIONS THAT IS NOT A BUG. You simply chose a RO gender that doesn't correlate with the sexuality you chose for your MC. Having said that, if you do see a romance option available and it's not supposed to be there please let me know! That means I may have missed it coding-wise.
the stats have been all fixed! I've added all the necessary variables and such. The stat portion of the game has been updated with the appropriate pages but they're not finished. Still, the stats should be fine.
You will now have confessionals in the stat page! The feature still isn't a thing yet because I haven't come up with the confessionals lolol but you can click on it to see what it's about. Essentially, as you progress through the story you will be able to see confessionals from the cast of Infamous throughout. They disappear and appear periodically so if you miss it, THAT'S IT! You won't get a chance to see them again until MC watches an episode where it's relevant.
There is now a: Discography page, Infamous wiki, botb cast and staff page, and other characters page for organization. Those are not finished but they're there!
I changed a few stat names but their functions remain the same.
You will be able to choose how you would like to be described (masculine, feminine, neither, both).
O is officially gender-selectable.
You can set the genders of the ROs at the start or wait till you meet them.
PLAY HERE
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I just think that if someone's paying their rent and they are using the land you rent to them for its intended purpose (growing food and flowers for my households use) what does it fucking matter how they do it. Like please. What is the point. Chill the fuck out
#gardening is one of those hobbies where you meet people you'd never have reason to spend time with otherwise#which is great! i love that i get to meet ppl and have reason to socialise with ppl who are largely of a different generation.#it's interesting to meet people different to you!#but in the same hand. oh my god i have met some of the worst people. and they arent the worst cause they are bad ppl. they are#just oblivious. not everyone gets to have a healthy working body till they hit 60! not everyone has outdoor space at home#not everyone has money to make this an expensive hobby. not everyone has a car to aid them with that hobby.#not everyone has the time and energy to follow stupid rules that serve no purpose. if it isn't hurting anyone do you need to rule against it#on allotments you find 2 types of hobbyists: ppl who like gardening. and ppl who like dictating how other ppl garden#some ppl are honest to god in it for the rules. like. it irritates me to no end cause they put so many ppl off! diversity is good actually#i like seeing someone a few plots over doing something bizarre and inexplicable. tell me more. please. i love that you are doing you#I'm a big believer in knowing every rule and knowing why it's a rule. don't dump shit cause that makes the land unusable#don't damage the soil because that'll have a lasting impact on the next tenant. look after the soil &#don't turn it in to a dustbowl for the same reason#you cant sell shit because we have a legal entitlement to land to grow things for our own use not commercial use. if you use this land for a#different purpose than intended. everyone's entitlement is threatened. they'll say we don't need it and take it away. use it or lose it#you can't have a cow here cause the land isn't big enough to treat that cow fairly. so restrictions on animals are fair#as tbh are restrictions on trees (tho i badly want trees. i want them so bad.) a tree is a commitment. if you don't commit and tend to it#it'll limit space to grow other stuff. as it can shade/ take water from veg beds which can produce more food#limits on what chemicals you can use make sense! I'm not even against the no dog rule. some dog owners are super annoying & cause problems#but some of these rules are for the sake of making up rules. if someone can argue a way they can do something without being a disruption#to others or causing lasting damage. you should be able to say 'oh OK yeah. in this case that's fine'.#its not reasonable to ban stuff cause you don't personally like how it looks. it's not OK to decide someones wrong cause they arent doing it#as you would. you need to accept that ppl are different and not everyone wants to do things in the same way you do them#not everyone's doing them for the same reasons
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â â âż`` content warnings : gojo can't shut up. cervix fucking. switch reader and gojo. (gojo gets dommy at the end.) porn w/o plot. dirty talking, throat fucking, handjob, face humping, a lot of cum bc i said so nyeh nyeh, oral (dick-sucking/pussy licking), big dick gojo (and he knows it), reader has experience, gojo a little less so. stamina, gojo has it, you don't. cursing (lots of it). name-calling (both sides), afab reader. raw sex minors do not interact! 3.8k words Y'ALL.
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Gojo has a bit of a talking problem.
He's a blabbermouth at the best of times, and maybe in any other situation would you appreciate his insight. He's good at making mountains out of molehills, take your nothing and make it something; even when it's as mundane as the weather, he'll draw up his own storyboard and play all the different actors - reporter, news anchor, cameraman and "Satoru, coming to us live with the forecast,"
and at first it's charming, right? It's what endears most people to him; what attracted you in some respects. Bordering on bit of a god complex, Gojo's always been effortlessly confident; disarmingly charming; handsome to the point of aggravation. He's never a dull moment, always gives it his all, extra even when he's lazy.
But you thought maybe, just maybe,
if you shunt his pants down till they bunch around his ankles, and licked his cock from shaft to tip,
would he shut up then? Would he allow you a moment of silence (relative, because the sound of you sucking all up on his dick is decidedly extremely loud) to let your hair down, let your head bob back and forth, tongue slurping on the underside of his cock while your lips are wrapped firmly round the middle of his shaft?
"You really like sucking my dick, don't you?"
No. The answer is no.
His face has broken out into a smile, and you don't know if he's giggling out of incredulousness or nervousness - but you are surprised that all his blood hasn't gone to his dick, cause his cheeks are red. His hand cradles the back of your head graciously, sweat sliding down his nose because he has to crane his neck to ogle you.
"C'mon. You can take more of it inta your mouth - suck. Fucking suck." His hips shifty as you work your way towards the base of his shaft, and you chose to ignore the comment, what with cock in your mouth and all. He's gotten mouthy before, not like this, but it's nothing you can't handle.
See, Gojo's kinda ... easy. He can act all hard to get - er, mysterious and what not, but he's like any other aloof man with a pretty face. Afraid of gettin' close and not knowin' what to do with it. It, you know, -
And you do, but he keeps fucking up your rhythm by trying to fuck your hand. You give full strokes, rotating your wrist and pumping steady and quick, trying to look Gojo in his eyes as you're doing it, where as his gaze is dead set on your point of contact. "You're just a dog aren'tcha? Hump, hump, humpin', away." Your smile curling at the corners, at how easily he's giving himself to you. He's dripping pre,
His fat fucking cock. Thigh clenching, pussy watering, eye-widening kind of fat. Shit is so big can't even hold itself up, so you tell him "I can hold that for you," and he pants out as he nods rapidly, "Yes, please do." You get to jerking his cock and he's a whiny little bitch. "Faster" this, "More" that, moving your hand up and down his cock like you don't know what you're doing.
"Back up Satoru, I got this."
"Look at you - you're fucking panting."
And you think you'll get away with it. Get just grunt or a sigh in response. But of course his motorboat mouth starts going on...
"Yuh ... you're good, but, " He attempts nonchalance in a cherry tomato cosplay. Red red red all over. "You're holding out on me..." His tongue lolls at you playfully, and you decide anything not singing your praises wasn't worth hearing. He opens his mouth to say something else.
Your stutter your stroke (effectively cutting him off,) working your way to the head and massaging it between your thumb and forefinger. Sweat is pouring from Gojo's forehead. He's hiking his leg further apart on the couch so you have more space to touch him, your body snaking over his thigh, getting close enough for him to be able to feel your steady breaths on his cock. "Fuck! Stop - haah.." He groans like you're working him. You most definitely are. "Stop teasing.."
"A blowjob?" You purse your lips, ponder it over. "Think you'll be able to make it to the fucking?" Your breathing gets closer, and you feel him throb in your hand. "You sure seem excited! Just don't blow your load down my throat, save it for my pussy." You're teasing, licking your lips and pressing a sloppy kiss to his mushroom head. You could swear it'd gotten a little harder than before.
Only in those moments could you have recognized you gave the man a little too much power. When your pillowy, spit slicked lips wrapped around his throbbing cockhead, licking up the pre on your eager tongue, looking down and breathing deeply through your nose. He can hardly keep himself from lifting his hips and trying to pop through the other side of your throat with the damn thing!
Now, he's just a boy too big for his damn britches. He knows you give good head because of the way you move your tongue and jerk off whatever you can't reach, but it's not good enough head. He's big, sure, but for someone who talks like they fuck n' suck on the regular, something about the performance is feeling a wee bit lackluster...
And while you're busy thinking about how you got here, he's impatiently jutting his hips against your face.
"You listening to me?" His finger teasingly taps at your forehead, getting you out of your train of thought. "Don't tell me - I've already fucked your brains out? Maybe you're just a lil' cock-drunk. Got a remedy for that..."
He thrusts his hips and the rest of his dick tucks itself snugly into your wet warm mouth, head brushing past your uvula and nestling comfortably in your throat. You can't see the way your throat bulged a little, but you most definitely feel it. You make a noise, half-choke-half-whine, and he laughs gaily at the way his balls pap your chin. "Ah? You said something?" He peers down curious, your nose mingling well with the fluffy little hairs at the base of his cock.
You don't forget to breathe, although your eyes tear a little from his size. Your jaw and throat are being stretched to capacity, but you remind yourself 'through your nose'. It's fine for a bit longer - you bob up and down in relatively uninterrupted peace, til Gojo's hand on the back of your head gets a little too comfortable. "Just a little more... suck a little harder..."
Your face burns and you clutch at it, staring at him your the gaps in your fingers as he tucks into your pussy like it's supper. He's alright at it. He doesn't do it like all he's seen is shitty porn - he's really ... getting in there, actually. Oooh.... Ohh..
He starts trying to take over your flow, his grip firm enough to start bobbing your head up and down all on his own. Like your throat is just some fleshy, tight hole to fuck. Kinda makes your pussy drool, but that's besides the point. "Oh fuck.."
You moan and take it. Let him hump up into your mouth as his musk sorta clogs your nose. He's moaning so loud it drowns out most other cohesive thoughts in your mind, the plumpness of his balls cushioning your chin a little every time he tugs your head down. He's muttering stuff you can barely hear over the sound of sucking.
"Pretty baby. Here's to hoping you'll never suck anyone else's dick this good again.... holy shit..."
Eventually his grip lets up a little. It allows you more freedom in your movement for a bit. Though your jaw starts hurting sooner than later, so you give his balls a little pinch and he finally lets you up to take in a big good gulp of air.
His voice is a little shaky. "That was ... fuck ... that was nice." Your voice is a little raw, more croaky when you respond, "Just nice?" flicking his balls in irritation as you take huffing breaths. His cock twitches, shiny and coated in saliva, your drool dripping down over his sack - altogether one of your prettier pictures. "Y'know... what'd make that blowjob just a bit better?" He breathes like he missed oxygen, his sigh half content and mostly wheedling as one hand creeps towards the base of his cock, and his other gets comfy on your ass.
"You wanna fuck, Satoru?" He feigns a gasp, his mouth popping into a little surprised 'o' shape. His face can't belie his excitement, his palms clasping together almost comically before he realizes what he's doing and stops.
"Where could you have ever got that idea from...?" He says, jerking his cock a little and pointing it up to the sky. "Get over here." He pats your cheek with it. You're not against the idea, but Gojo hasn't impressed you enough yet. You poke it away with your finger, sitting up and shuffling out of your underwear. There's enough space on the couch that you can flop onto your back, looking at Gojo from between your legs, pussy pretty and glistening with your arousal.
The way he looks at you makes you squeeze down on absolutely nothing. Flustered yet wild like an animal, apprehensive like he's never sucked a clit before.
"Head first, then we fuck."
"Oh?" Gojo starts fighting to get his shirt off his head, scampering forward so fast he nearly falls into your pussy lips. "Easy boy! Down, down..." You mutter, his fingers digging into your thighs and spreading them clumsily. The aforementioned effortless confidence of Gojo seems to break away into something more sincere and somber when he lowers himself down to kiss your clit. The way he chooses to maintain eye contact throughout makes your heart flutter, and you get a bit of slick on his lips on accident.
His tongue darts over it. "Itadakimasu."
"Oh my fucking god..." Your chest almost deflates at how serious he is, nodding like he's bowing before going in with his tongue.
"Mmf..." Your sigh flutters out of you, becoming a full blown moan as his mouth firmly suctions over your clit and little labia, licking firmly and decisively. Like all of a sudden he knows what he's doing. His attention is most often directed towards your clit, suckling on it and making your thighs twitch. You push them against the side of his head but he forces you to spread them wider again, just to fuck a finger or two into you first.
Your pussy makes a little schlick noise, readily accepting him in the hot warmth of your cunt. "That's a good sign.." He meanderingly strokes his chin. "Take dick that well too?" Your head perks up, teasing underlined with irritation.
"Course. Now suck please, I liked you more with a mouth full." You smile shakily and Gojo seems to laugh in kind. Your smile is cut off by a gasp and shudder as Satoru firmly presses his finger into your wall, lifting his mouth to get a better look at your pussy as he's stretching it open. "M'sorry, did I cut you off?"
He licks the remnants of you from his damp lips, two fingers slowly thrusting in and out. All you can do is sigh, one legs flopped off the couch and the other slung over the back of it. He's alright at this. Not as good as him giving head, but it's not terrible either. Maybe you just like seeing him be quiet for more than a second.
His fingers feel like they're looking for something. First he's pushing down, and when you only grunt in response, he starts gently feeling around for that little pocket of sunshine...
"Up." You whimper, aroused but irritated with his finagling. Your hand slides down the front of your stomach, pressing softly on a spot right before your lips start and where your hair would begin to grow. "Around th-there... You got thaat?-" If his grin is anything to go by, he most certainly does. First he presses up into it like it's a button, which makes you squeak and yelp and clutch the couch, bracing for impact. Then he slowly opts you into the pleasure, trying to apply the right kind of pressure to massage a couple moans out of you, your juices coating his hand and dripping to his wrist.
"Oh, oh.." He winks cheekily as you sling your leg over his lap, positioning his cock till it's brushing up against your pretty lips, pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock as your warmth beckons him further. "...save a horse..." He sighs happily as you sink down onto him.
"Hey - don't turn my couch into a slip n' slide now." You groan, clenching down on his fingers like you mean to squeeze the life out of them. "Need - I need more." You snort when he tries to go for a third finger. He clues in quick.
"Dick? I gotchu, don't even worry about that." He tries to slide atop you to complete this jigsaw, but you got a different idea in making these pieces all fit. You push him backwards with your foot a little, getting up off your back in one motion. He backs up to allow you space, clocked in to your movements just a tad.
"Oh my God Satoru." You groan out as the tip of his cock stretches you out, your pussy sucking him up so so greedily, like you'd been waiting all night. "What... don't like my banter babe?" Gojo grunts and your brows furrow, his hand jumping to your hips and steading you when you swoon.
"N-no... Just ... aaaah .." You squeeze his shaft and he actually honest to god chokes on air. "Just - oh fuck - just shut up for a sec. Let me have thissss..." You're halfway down now, Gojo gently coaxing you further and starting to rock his hips.
Pulling up with ease and sliding down further on his fat shaft with effort, Gojo stretches you open so good your legs keep trembling, your breathing hurried even after a couple minutes - and while Gojo seems to be enjoying himself (very, very much so), he's smiling up at you and your effort, very plainly amused. Sweat starting to trickle down your forehead, you're sat wondering what's so funny.
"Yeah yeah yeah. Go on - I'm definitely not stopping you." He sighs deep, his head lolling over the couch as you start lifting yourself up and down, your hand reaching up and going for your nipples. He's too focused on your wet pussy to pay you mind for a bit, but then he's drawn to them, hypnotized. He pulls on your left with his fingers, nibbles on your right with his teeth.
"Oh!" Gojo's blue eyes flick up, wrinkled at the corners. "Mno teef?" He says, still attached to your nipple. The vibration makes you laugh, more of his cock pressing into you as your muscles relax. "Teeth is ... teeth is fine." Gojo resumes his plucking. He lets you use his cock a little like a dildo. In fact, he kind of reminds you of a perfect Ken doll. Smooth muscles you can run your hands over, nice built shoulders, pornstar dick...
"Nuffin..." He mumbles around your areola, going back to sucking and scheming. Whatever. You focus on bouncing on this cock.
...
Opting to do most of the work probably wasn't the best decision. Your legs are championing through, but you're pretty tired, and after figuring out Gojo's dick is big enough to meet your cervix you've been having the time of your life. Sometimes you get too tired to lift yourself, so Gojo is oh-so-very helpful in grinding up into you, smearing his little pre-cum kisses up against your cervix.
"I'll even do all the work." His grin was smarmy, but you didn't clock it at the time. It's cute and still makes your pussy throb, so "Go," you say. "Go off, babe."
You're gonna cum soon. Gojo notices how tight you get when it's about to happen. His take over is a little subtle, but you're so interested in reaching that stiff peak, that tightening in your stomach, just chasing, chasing, chasing,
Gojo thinks, "like a dog." He smirks into your chest. Your cursing abruptly cuts into his thoughts, however -
"Shit! - fuck fuck fuck - ugh!" Every word is punctuated by a last effort of raising and falling, raising and falling, raising, and then being pulled. Gojo tugs your hips down and your pussy spasms as your body jerks.
"Satoru!" You yelp reflexively before something like a whimper weasels itself from your lips. You tighten around Gojo and it hurts a little because he's so thick, but you moan into his shoulder unbothered. A little broken, voice horse, but mostly unbothered. Til he starts moving his hips again.
"The fuck?" You stutter, a little caught off guard as you're suddenly shifted, up and down not from your own movement, but Gojo's rabid humping. "I'm almost there - soo close - can we keep goin', pretty please?" He grinds his hips into your orgasm terribly slowly, trying to get your brain to clock into overtime.
He carefully saws himself in, making your back arch at the sensation. He slides your knees apart and holds the back of them firmly, tugging you the rest of the way onto him. The meandering pace of sex before is tossed to the side.
And regret isn't quite the right word, but you'll feel something a little like it in a second.
"Whatever you say."
Your body is boneless, so it's pretty easy for Gojo to scoop you up, though it doesn't surprise you any less. Says there's not enough space on the couch for him to spread his wings, so he lugs you back to his cozy little room, and plops you onto his bed. Towards the edge of it, so your legs dangle off as he positions himself in front of you, holding his cock at the base - which now looks angrier than before. Instead of the blushy pink dusting it at the tip, it's a deeper, aggravated red now - slapping against your cunt like this motherfucker has places to be. "Open uppp~"
You were fucking Gojo before. Now he's fucking you. Any apprehension, slow-to-start bashfulness, gone with the wind. Once the head pushes past your entrance, a good five inches of cock go alongside it immediately after. Gojo's hiking your legs onto his shoulder's as he watches your eyes suddenly blow wider than saucers, laughing genuinely at the break in your nonchalance and worn facade.
"I should have answered you properly earlier." He says, brushing a stand of sweat slicked hair away from your forehead. He leans down so close, lips a little touch and go, the intention in his eye serious and cutting. With the movement, the last couple inches of cock fill you out, making you eep! But not breaking his focus in the slightest. "I want to fuck." He drags his hips molasses like, till the head is back at your entrance. He slides it back in smoothly, earnest chuckle overshadowed by your pitchy whimper.
"But I assume you got the memo - so," The sound of skin slapping against skin resumes, his pace almost breakneck. His balls slap against your ass with such ferocity it makes you yelp the first time, whimper the second, moan the third. Gojo seems more serious now, the balls in his court and the way you squeal and reach out for anything to hold only spurs him on further.
And are promptly cut off by a vigorous pounding, the sounds of your own moans, and an downright visceral embarrassment when you realize this is the second time you're cumming and in spite of all your fucking and sucking, Satoru hasn't even came once. And as if hearing your thoughts, Gojo's playful expression closes in - his brow furrows as each roll of his hips gets more decisive.
"Pussy tryna close up shop?" He mutters near your ear when you clench on him a little too tight. "You tryna break my dick or something? I know it's good, but you can't keep it -" You don't know if your sigh is from pleasure or exasperation.
"Gojo, please." He tweaks your nipple and makes you squirm.
"Ohhhh, I see how it issss. It's Gojo now?" With every drag of his words he slows down dramatically, dragging his cock along your walls so painstakingly sensual it makes you want to scream. "What happened to Satoru?"
You start placatingly. "Satoru, I-"
After a moment, his hand comes over yours, your fingers weakly folding over his. His pumps grow harder, but slow down, his eyes clamped shut as he looks up, and -
"I'll try to make this one a two-fer." He speaks with that same smile in his voice, and you're two far gone to offer a groan or snap in response. "Y-yeah. Cum, Satoru - I wanna, I wanna cum," His eyes dart up to yours, and it's a little hard to hold his stare, but you manage.
"Yes yes pretty baby. You'll - we'll cum. Soon... real s-soon."
Your muscles feel tired, used from your last orgasm and forced to prolong operation just to take more dick. It's harder to take the full length of his shaft, your tummy flipping and your mind beyond fuzzy and fucked out. But you hold out. Just a little bit ... longer.
His thrusts start getting sloppy. The bruising piston of his hips edge off their intensity, and -
You're cumming again. Your legs are shaking and your ass feels a little numb and you're clenching so so so hard, for dear fucking life-
"Fucking hell!" Gojo bites his tongue, and pumps into you for the last time.
"Good." You gasp. "That was good." Satoru runs a thumb over your clit, teasing.
He heaves sighs like he's moved mountains, but really he's just offloading hot cum from his throbbing nuts, pressed into you very closely before going entirely still. You thought you were full before? Now you're kind of... bursting. Is that the right word? Feels that way. Gojo does a full body shudder and stretches his back out, trying to fuck his load you before he's even came it all out.
There's so much that it spurts around the sides of his dick and you can feel some of it slip out, run down your thighs, and you quiver one last time before feeling strength leave your body. Satisfaction blankets over you, a nice, full-bodied comfort. When Gojo slides out, he spurts a little cum on your tummy, the rest of it oozing out of you slow.
"Haha," His voice is a little raspy, like yours now. He arches a brow before he bends down, planting a loving kiss on your lips.
"Just good?"
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