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tonycries · 24 days ago

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Switchin' Positions

Synopsis. Domming him? Funny.

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

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, trying to dom him but failing, powerpIay, manhandIing, chokíng, spítting, matíng presses, true form Sukuna, DP, Sukuna’s second mouth, they’re big, tummy buIges, headIocks, running from it, rough s, p talking, p sIapping, GOJO’S POWERS, they go FÉRAL, dùmbifícation, creampíes, marathons, overstím, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Had a dream about Toji and woke up thinking I was pregnant-

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - TYPA

Seriously.” Toji rolls his hazed eyes, and gives your swollen core a good, solid spank in punishment. “If you’re gonna milk me dry, then do it properly, mama.”

And you’re bawling, sliding your hips back into his in slamming ministrations. “I am—” You don’t know what possessed you to make you think that you could take over right now - mind too addled with each of his rovering thrusts. And you don’t know what possessed Toji to help you find out.

“You hafta make me sh-shake, mama.” Though you were the one trembling, slick drool coating your tongue with each of his hard semi-ruts. “Hafta make me hypnotized- mmm, make me beg for it-”

“Shut up-”

“Oho?” Little did you know that that was exactly what would make the plump, pretty pink crown of his shaft twitch all the way deeply inside you. “N-not bad…” Toji smirks, and his palm swats your folds once more. “-but I need more.”

Oh- more, more, more.

He was going to be the death of you; because even though you were the one ridin’ away, Toji’s roughened hands were glued onto the sides of your hips.

Big, beefy biceps flexing after each grope of your flesh, he drags your swervin’ body down with a rude slam! Hard enough that the glossed mess between your legs was staining his dark happy trail, hard enough that you swear you feel his vein-covered inches throb all the way near the back of your throat.

You can feel his weepy orifice rub-rub-rub on your spongy cervix, sensually. “Who’re you telling to shut up, doll, hmm–?” Your boyfriend gazes up at you through long lashes, “Because it sure isn’t me- is it?”

“What if it is?” You have to chew on the insides of your cheek to keep from breaking out in sultry whines.

His raven brows slightly raise in carnal desire, puncturing out a particularly hard slide down your walls. “Mmm, good. But choke me out with your ngh- pussy while you say it.”

“Wh-what?”

And you instinctually do - but Toji’s swollen just so damn big that it was a challenge for your tight channel to even squeeze. To gush ‘round his mazing girth, it’s barely even making his bucking cadence falter, barely even making him slow down.

“Shit-” You’re seeing stars explode behind your eyes as he’s shifting ever-so-slightly underneath you to press his flared slit against your g-spot. Were you supposed to be the one in control again? Because every scrapin’ stretch of his fat cock only made you feel anything but. “Shit shit shit- like that-”

“Nuh uh, mama. You do it like that.” It was just so cute to watch the way your spit-glittered bottom lip jut out at his words.

And Toji merely has to rest his toned hips for a single split-second before you’re clawing at his pecs with a whine. It just wasn’t enough for you. Greedily, you’re using his broad chest as a perch once you throw your head back and pap! your treacly cunt down.

Long, sloppy bounces that makes the Toji Fushiguro shake his unruly bangs in an attempt to clear his head. “Yeah- yeah, harder.” There’s a resounding hiss when he’s slipping his hand down to spank your pussy yet again. Making your screaming hamstrings lurch- “Faster- c’mon ch-choke me with that pussy, what’d I say?”

“Thought I told you to hah- shut up.” You stubbornly huff n’ puff, words slurring after each probing prod of his long length.

“Mmm, make me.”

You scoff, faintly- because what Toji didn’t know was that you had one last trick up your sleeve. One last thing that you knew would ruin him.

In a split-second you’re pushing down on his clammy chest, hips perking up just a few centimeters. Toji’s globed mushroom tip chases the soft feeling of your cunt as you’re leaning your weight back to rock your hips. To spell.

And Toji’s scarred lips gape once he realizes- “Y-you’re…” Letting off such a deep guttural groan, those jade irises of his are nearly a blur as they follow each letter: T-O-J-I—“Spelling- ngh, oh, d’you want me to spell it out?”

Again and again—T-O-J-I

The overworked bedcoils creak as he pushes himself onto two strong elbows, craning his head up. Such a loving coo seeps into his gasps, his heaves, “Toji. Toji. S’that what you’re trying to say, mama? My name?”

“Y-yes!” At this point, your throat’s raw with primal trills.

And you’re so wet that a few beads of slick splatter when Toji swats your webbed slit once more, letting the syrupy ooze all down his slip. He wastes no time trekking it up to his mouth and licking it clean, snickering as you stumble. “Heh-” He notices your mouth dangle open as you misstep on the starting T-O spelling. “Jeeze, doll, you should know how to oh- spell my name. It’s T–” Manhandling you, roughly in his grasp like he wanted. “Then O, then J, I–”

“I-I already know- mmpf!” Another mean spank, and another disruption in your tempo.

“Mhm, what happened?” Just so big, Toji’s fat, pulsating length was spearing your walls until your entire body shakes. And that meant you were losing rhythm with only a few more drags down your velvety walls, feeling him teasingly tickle each nook n’ cranny. “Wanted to fuck- milk me dry- so what’s happenin’? Take it, girl.”

Before he can stop himself, he’s latching his palms to the sides of your waist so you can’t escape and rutting. Wild. Animalistic.

Again and again Toji easily drives into you like a madman until you’re seeing white—“Toji- n-ngh, Toji, I don’t think m’gonna last-”

“Hehhh? Weren’t you supposed to be the one making me cream?” Yet, soon enough your pout replaces with an irresistible whine of his name and he finds his heart racing. “Well, whatever, doll.”

Suddenly, your ears pop with the dull thud of his fattened crown gluing to your g-spot- “Cum f’me then.”

It’s crashing into you before you can control - long, sudden, and hard.

A wave of bliss takes over your entire body until you can do nothing but sprawl through the middle of his muscular front and take it. Thrust after pressurized thrust that’s pounding you through you high- Toji doesn’t wait, he doesn’t even hesitate before dragging you through each peak.

Watching your tears well up behind your eyes because it just felt so good.

You’re curling your hands into the curls at the back of his head, shakin after every single zap of electricity darting down your spine. Filling you up until you can feel each throb against your sweetest spots- “Toji I- oh, fuck!”

Your breath catches in your throat, eyes bulging open- because your boyfriend then easily, rapidly flips you over onto your back. Head cushioned by the pillows, he’s throwing your two quivering legs over his sculptured shoulders, letting them stretch down, down, down.

Into a mating press.

“My turn now, mama.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Use me.”

And you can only shrill out in response, the plump inches of Nanami’s tip swabbing your insides. In such a mean full nelson, he’s leaving your squirmin’ and shaking without even trying.

Cooing, “You wanted to take control, right, darlin’?” And he’d give into any of your whims, anything that his pretty lil’ wife says. So when you claimed you wanted to take a chance with control tonight…well. “So use me.”

Creamy pre splatters down your walls and creates a cute lil’ ring that he’s smearing out with his thumb. Dipping the saccharine syrup between your trembling lips, “Faster-” You’re keening, head thrown back. “Faster, Ken—!”

Your husband chuckles, gusting breath humid against your ear- “My love, is that what you- hah- want?”

He was just so sexy like this, the front of his pecs all slick with sweat and your cockdrunken saliva - you’re being carried up n’ down with each of his pants. Head lolling around after each of his rovering shovels, his girth fills you up until you’re shaking

Until your mouth moves before your fuzzy mind- “Yes- oh, Ken.” You arch your back into the perfect curvature to buck your hips down in matching cadence, rut after tiny rut. “Just like that- right there-”

“Mhmmm— tell me exactly how you want it.” His long nose bridge lines down the side of your throat, tuggin’ you deeper into his sloppy full nelson and it makes you gasp. Rubbing the prominent veins of his shaft even deeper, “M’all- ngh, all yours, y’know?”

“Yeah- please-”

“All yours.” Repeating. Echoing. The constant slamming of your hips was driving him mad, and a slow line of drool trickles from the side of his maw, puddling by the edge of your right shoulder.

A soft grunt leaves Nanami after each of his thrusts, “Use me.” He’s hissing, blond brows furrowing once his globular mushroom tip is reaching straight for the target of your g-spot. Feeling the way your velvety channel clenches- “Use me.”

“Fuh-faster—” You pull on the strands of his blond hair. “Want you in me even hngh- deeper, Ken.”

“Faster?” There’s something darkly raspy in his tone - and it’s enough to make you swivel your loopy head ‘round and gaze at him. Catching the way that Nanami’s molten pupils dilate, the way that his nostrils flare, mouth parting. “As you wish, ma’am.”

And before you can even register it, he’s pulling out till the ring of your entrance stretches on his fat, probing tip. Teasing the drivelling orifice of your pussy, Nanami bullies his throbbing girth in so fast that it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

With a great, shuddering thud.

So rough n’ lewd that it makes you flail your limbs wildly.

“Hah- hah, stay, darling. Want it harder, too?” He’s growling out near the shell of your earlobe- and before you can even think of answering, your husband’s acting on his little promise.

Sharply bouncing his hips off the mattress in long, aching jackhammers - he’s fucking up into you like he hated you. Though, he kept on kissin’ the side of your temple, groaning at the beads of perspiration and tears running down your face. “See- see. Anything for you, my wife. Anything. Love bein’ milked by this, mm, pretty pussy.”

Your breath catches at his words, “Kento–!” Struggling to move even a single inch within his hold, you had no idea whether it was him or you that was the more gone of the two. That was more in control.

You almost feel him crack a smile, “What’s that?” Spreading your legs, it makes the oversaturated folds of your pussy smear even more open with a sluuuurp. “I thought you wanted me to hck! breed this cute cunt, my love.” He tucks his chin into the crook of your neck, keeping your body from jostling restlessly. “I’m letting you have hah- allll the control, see?”

But it still felt like he was overpowering you with his constant bash-bash-bash into your throbbing bundle of nerves. At this point, you were sure he’d bruised a perfect circular shape the size of his circumference.

And you throw your head back with a gurgle and try to lurch.

“I said stay-” One of his hands roam from the underside of your thighs to stick to the top of your scalp, pushing you down. Nanami was just so strong that he was manhandling you easily to his every whim, “Can’t tell me what to- hah, do if you’re trying to escape.”

You scratch your nails up at his bulging deltoids, sobs wrecking your voicebox. “B-but-”

“Ah ah, come on, my love.”

And he was firm in his tone.

In one, fluid motion he was reaching for something from the top of your bedside drawer- and only when Nanami’s coiling that yellow, silken fabric around your wrists do you realize. His tie. He was wrapping you up like his very own gift, pinning your hands together so he can move you like a ragdoll.

“No running.”

Gasping, “O-oh.”

“How about…” He drawls, near the tip of your ear. “I teach you how to be really in- hah- control, darling?” Tempting, tantalizing, he’s stirrin’ up his fat, pulsating cock into your cunt. Poking each tender divot that you never even knew existed. “Y’know for…educational purposes.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Try-hard?!

“Seriously, gorgeous?” And Geto couldn’t have sounded more smug even if he tried.

You stubbornly huff over your shoulder, the past irritation from your argument still brewing. “What?”

Swatting your trembling thighs open, he’s upright between and slapping down the flared ridge of his cockhead from behind. Squeezing in just the tip, he watches as your cute lil’ slit drools all down his rock-hard length, “If you wanna dom someone, you gotta…” And before you can say a word, your boyfriend has your dominant hand in his. Veering up, up, up to wrap ‘round his throat, Geto grins—“-really dom them.”

And he wasn’t joking.

Geto Suguru was leaving his neck at your complete mercy, and making sure that you squeeze it hard enough to halve his airflow.

Blushing, it’s enough to make his perky mushroom tip slip between your first ring of muscle and gasp- “Buuuut, of course-” A sensual dimple indents his grin, “-your pretty lil’ self won’t know the first thing about- oh!”

It happens in all of two seconds - you have your hips arched up to take in a few more of his reddened, swollen inches, and you have your fingerpads tightening. They dig neat crescents into the side of his airway, “What was- mm, that, Sugu—?”

He’s spitting once you start batting your lashes - oh-so-mockingly.

Slimily scouring the innards of your cunt- oh, if you wanted more, then you were going to get it. Geto swerves his prolonged cock until his lush tip slapped each hidden crevice, poking n’ prodding every orifice until you whine. Again and again. “Wh-what was- ngh- that, Sugu—?” Geto snickers out, teasingly echoing after your lecherous noises. “If you’re so in control- hah- fucking show me, then.”

And as if to prove his point, those rosy lips of his purse with the aim of spitting straight down your drivelling slit. Watching as the beaded glob slips only adds to the mess of slick and lets off such a squelch. He groans, “Show me that this p-pretty fuckin’ pussy isn’t just talk.”

“Y-you- wish-” But it’s weakly dying out from your throat the very second that Geto’s pulling back to let his cockhead harshly thwack into your cervix.

“And oh, does she talk a lot-” Because even though you could bite down on the gummy insides of your cheeks to hold back your moans, your drippin’ wet pussy was just so loud. “-she’s even more honest than you, gorgeous.”

He was so big that your dewy walls were having trouble clenching, so long that even the tiniest rut made him reach for the target of your womb. Geto’s puffy veins zig-zag down your snug channel and make your cunt gurgle out such saturated noises.

“I know I know, girl.” He’s rolling his eyes- and only one, two, three more precise jackhammers later do you realize that he’s not even talking to you.

Instead, planting another dollop of spit onto your cunt - so that it’s even wetter, enough to talk back to him. Cooing sympathetically, “But she wants to- haaah, prove a point, you see. Gonna hafta put up with it juuust a lil’ longer.” One of his fat thumbs reach over to press down on your clit, and you feel a part of your brain shatter. “Sorry about that, girl.”

Your eyes snap open - the audacity.

Because an argument over who was more in control is exactly what resulted in you stumbling onto all fours in the first place. And Geto hadn’t even thought of apologizing.

But here he was - drawing delirious little hearts on the pulsing nub of your clit, watching as it swells up even bigger with each ministration.

You swear you feel yourself getting a little delirious over that, too.

You can’t help but push back onto the toned lines of his pelvis with a pap! The cheeks of your ass tickle his dark happy trail, backs of your thighs pressing up against his Herculean ones. “Didn’t apologize to me, Sugu-”

“Fuck-” He whispers underneath his breath, “Fuck.” And the very moment that you’re sloppily dragging your hips back- he finds himself clawing onto the sides of your waist.

He finds himself rutting right back into you with a grunt- “Th-that’s all you got?” And thank fuck that the sides of his aching hot cock had bloated up even further, because it’s enough to make your mind all lewdly stupid. Unable to catch the quiet whimper in his voice. Geto wastes no time spitting down your slit once more, “Embarrassinggg– try a lil’ harder, gorgeous, c’mon.”

He’s ravenous - clawing onto the globes of your ass to drag you into him, hunching his body forwards so that you’re getting wetter after each flex and pulse of his toned core.

You fist your hands into the damp sheets, “I-I’m trying.” Even that gives barely enough leverage for you to match the constant repeated pumps of his cock.

And Geto doesn’t even think to falter. Instead, he warms your cervix with a line of precum that he smears all ‘round, “C’mon- c’mon.” He’s watching through hooded eyes at the way your pretty pussylips were gobbling up every clumped ounce being poured out. “She’s being too ngh- sweet one me.”

“C-can’t help it-”

Through the tears in your eyes, you can make out the way your rude boyfriend breaks out in a priggish grin, “Hmm, I can.”

And it all happens before you can even register it- Geto has his hand cradling your own throat, firmly. Barely even breaking a sweat when he bodily hauls you back into him like a ragdoll.

Hips against hips, his tip against your cervix.

It’s a change of angle which leaves Geto’s length bullying in so deep that it feels like he’s permanently lodged there. Clogging up your throat- “S-Suguru that’s- hck! unfair.”

“Whatever, gorgeous.” Those amethyst eyes of his roll- though, they impatiently latch back onto your clingy pussy. “Though, she already fuuuck- knows…”

You struggle against his hold to absolutely no avail, only bearing thrust after thrust. Rude and impatient. Geto slows down his thorough scouring only to finish off his sentence from before- “-that you’re gonna hafta hold on tight, s’gonna be a…bumpy ride.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - A Whole New World

“S-spit in my mouth, baby?”

Your pretty boyfriend scorches bright red at the words leaving his mouth, almost as if he couldn’t believe them - but still didn’t want to retract them.

And as your mouth hovers over to stain his tastebuds with a wad of your spittle, Choso finds himself groaning. “Harder.” This time, he’s bucking his hips wildly from underneath you. Spearing your sloppy cadence with long, thorough thrusts of his swollen cock. “Faster.”

“So bossy.” You gasp, and you swear his bloated crown was scrape-scraping all the way near the back of your throat.

“Mhmmm—” Choso doesn’t even deny it- but oh, how could he? He was just so pussydrunk right now that he doesn’t even think he could breathe, doesn’t even think he could do anything but bore straight up at you as you ride him. Heavy cock fitted between your legs like he couldn’t let go- “Faster, baby. Faster-”

Before you know it, one of his clammy palms glue all the way to the back of your ass cheeks. With a firm grip on your flesh, he’s rapidly pushing you up, up, upwards.

And all the way back down.

It was such a harsh bounce- you’re being stretched on the sheer size of Choso’s cock. All the way from the ruby-red crown of his length to his veiny base.

Such a raw, primal feeling that makes you moan, “Oh my- ngh, god.”

Your beloved boyfriend’s mouth falls cleanly open at the sound of your pretty voice cracking, “Oh.” Experimentally, almost tentatively, he’s manhandling your poor body to do the same thing all over again-

“F-fuck, Cho–!”

“Baby, are you okay?”

“Yeah-” You can barely even catch your breath after the rude, vicious slams that Choso was unwittingly planting on your treacly pussy. And you swear that you’re seeing stars the very moment he’s repeating that motion- holding you up as if it was nothing for his beefy arms.

Then letting you cascade in a sloppy drag again. And again. And again. “Ngh, mmm, it just feels…so…”

“O-oh.” His plump, spit-slicked mouth parts at the realization. Eyes bulging, breaths panting, Choso looks down between your legs and finds that you’d gotten so wet that syrupy slick was dripping all down to his washboard abs. “You seriously like this, baby?”

Helplessly nodding your head- “Y-yes-”

“Really?” He breathes, handsome face craning up to yours. “Really really?”

“Yes-”

You’re being flipped over before you even know it- head thumping against the pillow, his tensed core pinning you down. Naturally - Choso doesn’t seem to even realize what he’s doing, brain too pussydrunk, thoughts too far gone - he throws your quivering legs over his shoulders and bends.

“A m-mating press?” You mutter, in disbelief- Choso’s absolute favorite pastime was to be ridden dry by you. So having his forehead pressing against yours, happy trail crushing your clit, weight leaning in heftily was absolutely making your mind spin.

“You- you seriously like when I fuck you all like- this?” Each word ended off with a solid, shuddered spank against your womb.

Digging in a circular bruise for just a few split-seconds, before he’s reeling his length back with a sloppy squelch. All ready to spearhead the entirety of your cunt all over again, and again, and again. “Like when I fuck- fuck! into your pretty pussy like thiiiis—?” And then he’s dragging out an extended slide down your cervix, making your toes curl. Choso gingerly smiles at the way your heels flap on his shoulder muscles, “When m’all in- hah- control?”

“Yes—” Something at the back of your throat feels primally hoarse, “Yes yes yes yes, Choso-”

His eyes gawk, “Ohhh, baby, I didn’t know you could even sound like that.” Guiding up one of his hands, he hooks a thumb between your maw to make your voice sing out even louder. “Fuck-” Pressing his thumb inside- “Fuck, m’not being too rough, am I?”

You shake your head- or, at least, Choso thinks you shake your head.

It could simply be the way his burrowing thrusts were leaving your head wobbling like a bobblehead. Every gash of his upright length leaving your velvety walls rubbed raw.

Harder, more feral than you’ve ever known him.

The half-curse feels your nails scratch cutely down his back muscles, and it makes him lurch his head towards yours with a groan. “Spit in my mouth-” Registering the words only after they’ve slipped out of his mouth, he then gasps. “N-no wait- I should be the one spitting in ngh- your mouth, riiiight, baby–?”

Before you can answer, the thumb probin’ inside the cavern of your mouth dips low. Tugging on your jaw just so that it can spread wiiide open into the perfect ‘oh.’

THWACK–! You’re nearly wincing at the utter noise of his knot of spit splashing onto your tongue, slipping straight down your throat. You blink your bleary eyes up at him and notice that Choso looks even more hypnotized than you.

Like he was barely even breathing, barely even thinking as he lifts back ever-so-slightly to splosh yet another wad of spit onto your pussy.

And it’s enough to make you see white. To make your chest heave in surprise- he’s never acted like this before. “Choso, ngh-”

“Oh, baby-” Through his long lashes, he peers down at the gooey liquid slips between your swollen folds. “-d’you think my blood- ngh- manipulation applies to…” And promptly smears down the glittery wetness, “-other substances, too?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - La-two-two

The King’s hands were large - monstrous, in fact. Tracing his long, blackened nails further and further down your quivering body, Sukuna feels for those two thick outlines on the front of your stomach and pushes-

“Cheh-” Sukuna clicks his long tongue, the flats of his palm putting pressure on those tummy bulges he was fucking into you easily. Without even trying. “You think you’re gonna- hah- dom me with your cute cunt strugglin’ to even take both of these, brat?”

“I-I can-” Even though you’re just barely managing to sputter out the very syllables, feeling his rovering tips swab into your very larynx.

You were riding him by now, and each n’ every inch he was filling your slick-flooded orifice with felt heavenly. It was almost too much. “Mhm? Yer reeeeal fuckin’ ambitious.” Almost like you didn’t know whether to pull away or buck back down for more, more, more.

Hands throwing ‘round his bulky shoulders, you arch your body into his with slow, swivelling half-thrusts. Agonizingly, you’re just barely letting the rock-hard crowns of his tips enter through your slit, “Oh y-yeah? Don’t tell me you’re scared, Kuna?”

“M’not fucking- scared-” Hissing, and you swear the very tips of his ears were burning crimson. “I just wish you’d take it a lil’ faster instead of that pathetic human speed-”

“Ah ah-” And before he can get out another word, your hands are pushing him down by his pecs. Listening to Sukuna’s racing heartbeat as you’re shoving him to the mattress and stalling the rude pivot of his hips.

It’s not enough to have him pummelling in n’ out like you knew he wanted to right now. Juuust enough to make the creamy circumferences of his cockheads kiss your sweet cervix, a sweet syrupy slide up and down. You hum, “It’s my turn, remember our bet?”

“Fuck the bet-”

“Then I get to be ruler of the curses-” You’re smirking, still basking in the genius of this lil’ challenge. Some stupid wager that if you can stay in control, then all Sukuna’s cursed subjects will have a new leader.

And it’s the very notion that makes his crimson eyes widen, goosebumps trailing across his tattooed body now that you had him sprawled out on his own aged bed.

Riding him like you was maddened.

Plap-plap-plap your ass was swatting his pelvis in repeating, sloppy movements. Each lecherous drag of your walls massaging Sukuna’s thumping veins until he was holding back a keen. “Fuck- fuck- aw, c’mon, mama.” One of his palms attempts to latch onto your thighs and make you jerk up at his own pace. “Then you better go faster.”

You huff stubbornly, “I’ll go faster when I- mmpf-”

Immediately your maw glues shut by an onslaught of saliva, your eyes roll to the back of your head until you’re seeing raw white. Because Sukuna has his feet planted onto the mattress, pumping all his long, solid inches inside your cunt with a wild buck-

“Sukuna—!”

“Whaaat?” He grins at the cute rage on your face, you were about as threatening to him as you were irritating - absolutely not at all. Not that he’d ever admit it.

Instead, what Sukuna does is simply torture your dewy wet walls with the bumpin’ of his knees. He leans back sexily and watches your jaw drop further with each unsteady push. “M’not doing anything.” Panting through the gaps of his canines, his pinkish brows crinkle with each cute clench of your cushy walls. “Maybe m’just- hah- impatient.”

Lower lip jutting out, “You’re just so…”

“So what?” He grins. Fully knowing that it felt so good for you that you simply couldn’t say anything.

Only a few of his vein-covered strokes leave your walls already branded, leaving you bawling for more. Babbling out sweet, sweet sounds that hit his eardrums like his favorite song- “Please- hngh! please- Kuna-”

“Heh, wha’s the matter, brat?” He’s leering even closer, you’re just so gorgeous that the second mouth slashed across his stomach licks its lips. Starts to salivate. Starts to tickle your sheeny inner thighs with his curled muscle, “Like it when m’in control, huh?”

“Don’t flatter yourself-”

Cutting you off with a heavy few thrusts, the curved globe of his tips stick against your womb. “M’not flattering-” Just in time with the coiled tip of his tongue that starts to sink in past your pussylips- “m’fucking you like you- hah, deserve, mama.”

“Oh, K-Kuna–!” You’re mewling, feeling his tongue slither past that first ring of muscle at your cunt. Trying to bargain its way inside-

“Ah, stop yer whining, brat.” Languidly, one of Sukuna’s four beefy arms plaster over your drivelling mouth. As if to halt the constant flow of cockdrunken spit- but what he succeeds in instead is manifesting a third mouth on his palm.

Slotting between your own lips into a sinful, sinful kiss- “Keh?” The King of Curses himself looked slightly shocked, slightly abashed - all these thousands of years and he never knew he had a third cursed mouth? “Guess lettin’ you dom wasn’t too oh- bad then…”

And that meant having all three - Sukuna’s twin cocks bludgeoning your dripping wet cunt, his lavish taste buds flicking your clit - make you see stars. Making you swerve your greedy hips back until it felt like the matching presses of his cockhead were permanent fixtures on your cervix.

Again and again and again.

Until you’re muffling out a few jumbled words into his palm, “Please, ngh, Kuna- close- oh.”

“Close, huh?” A few more vicious strikes and Sukuna’s taking a look down at his slobbery second mouth. “Sooo fuckin’ thirsty-” As you bawl on in slight confusion, he leans over to lap a few salty tears, whispering. “-so you better squirt, mama. Or we’re doing this allll over again.”

One- two- three- Sukuna counts in his head, the precise number of strikes against your g-spot until you’re throwing your head back and cumming.

Crashing into your high, your body’s moving before your mind- because only after a few more bounces on his heated lengths do you recognize the splashing shine between your legs. The way your thighs just seemed to stick together with a syrupy glue- you were squirting.

Exactly as he’d wanted.

And exactly as Sukuna was darting his cursed tongue out to gulp up every single wadded ounce. You’re shivering at the rough texture of his taste buds, slipping up and down your sensitive slope.

Your toes curl, tears running on overdrive.

“Oh my god- oh-” Sharply trilling, you could barely even look at Sukuna with your lolling head. Entire body wracking with shivers at the peaks of your orgasm. “Cumming- m’cumming m’cumming, Kuna-”

“I already know.” He sighs gruffly, your spongy cervix was just bathed in a mess of both your slick and his pre. So you really can’t blame him for wafting a thumb down your stomach and pressing with his fat thumb, feeling for those lecherous tummy bulges once more.

His accurate fingerpad locates where the poor base of your pussy was bein’ bashed in- “Let’s make it twice.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - SUB CHALLENGE

“Fuck-” It was hushed, reverent. Your poor, delicate boyfriend’s just sinking the globe of his ruby-red tip inside before he’s utterly ruined. “F-fuck!”

He was burning hot.

He was slamming his clammy palm down onto the headboard above you to try and stop himself from rutting into your gooey goodness. Just the feeling of your pretty cunt makes a single teardrop cascade down his cheek, brows crinkling at that heavenly feeling of you tightening your legs ‘round his waist and clenching.

A soft groan escapes his mouth, “I c-could really fuck you stupid right now, pretty.” And as if to prove his point, Ino’s leaning his weight on top of yours to let his aching cock slide in with a squeeeelch–!

“Mmm, I’d like to see you try, baby.” You’re humming.

One of his sweat-slicked brows raise, “S’that a-a oh-” And Ino could barely even speak - could barely even continue his train of thought - as your velvety folds gobble him up. Shit, how was he even supposed to breathe with your cunt slurping ‘round him like this? “S’that a challenge, sweetness?”

“Hmm…” You pretend to be lost in faux-thought, all for him to repeatedly buck into your innards with a huff. You had complete control of him at this point. “Well, if you really want to try- oh!”

Before you can say anything, before you can even breathe, Ino has his hand squeezin’ at your cute airway and his cock shovelling all the way deep until the hilt. The curve of his ballsack strikes your slope, and his pretty pink tip is scouring right into the target of your cervix.

Ino has his every solid inch stretching out your hidden crevices and doesn’t even wait for you to get used to the struggle- “Oh- oh, fuck! Taku-”

“Are you oka-” He’s cutting himself off with a swift shake of his head, as if to jolt each pussydrunken syllable out of his mind. Before Ino plants his capped knees close upon either side of your hips and uses the leverage to rut- “I-I mean- you better…fucking take it.”

He blushes at the words leaving his mouth, unable to even believe it.

Pressing you into the soft mattress with his weight, pinning your waist down so that you couldn’t escape no matter how much you squirmed.

“Fuckin’ take- allll of it, pretty.” Ino’s grunting shakily, and you feel his probin’ cockhead glissade stripes of pre all the way across the bottom of your pussy.

“O-oh—” You’re cooing, throat tight with both moans and wads of saliva. He was so lengthy that your mouth just couldn’t stop watering at the pure carnal stretch, thrust after thrust that’s pushin’ your tightest nooks open. “It feels so good- ngh! Harder, baby.”

“Thought I was the one in charge now.” He’s drawling, with a stubborn poke against the door to your womb that leaves you speechless. And fuck, was Ino glad that your mind was fuzzy right now- otherwise you’d have noticed the way that he was speeding up.

The way he couldn’t stop his sloppy cock from reaching into your deepest, hottest depths. The way he hisses at the recoil of his curvaceous tip against your cervix solely because he couldn’t stand parting with your dewy wet pussy for even that.

You’re restlessly pushing back on his cadence- and he has to drag you down by your throat to pummel you with even more. Thrust upon thrust. “So you hafta take it- take it, ohh, all- hck! Sweetness…”

“Taku-”

“Please-” Hanging on by a fucking thread, he’s gripping at your throat to stop you from speaking. “Don’t say my name like that or- hngh.”

You didn’t know who was more drunken n’ gone at this point.

So good that he’s forced to spank his stray hand down on the wood of your headboard and gape as it shatters under his strength. “Fuck-” He’s echoing, words departing in a scorching gust of air. Just then Ino’s leaning over - bending you in half - till his pearly white canines find the tip of your ear, your knees meeting your tits. Gnawing down just to stop the whimpers from seeping into his tone- “-fuck! Nghhh, pretty.”

“Got something to- hah- to say, Taku?” You’re managing out- and just that teasing inkling in your question is enough to have him reel his hips back and slam them forwards. Thunderously.

Until the skin of his pelvis was battered bright red, and his thighs were slick with a sheen of your syrup.

Just like he promised, Ino’s rendering you stupid with a few more of his vicious strokes. Dilated pupils shaking, something crazed in his gaze as he’s locking it straight on your gawking expression. “Right here-” Panting, the soft curve of his finger traces straight up your tummy.

“Where?” You’re babbling, stupidly, chin hitting your chest as you look down to where he was drawing.

From the wettened slit of your cunt, up, up, up right where his bumpy cylindrical outline was mazing through your walls. “Right here-” Spotting the area of your bundle of nerves with a few specks of precum, “And right here, and-” Scraping his thick, vein-covered shaft even deeper into your cervix. “-here. D’you know what m’gonna do with you now?”

“Wh-what–?”

He holds you tight. And his hand lifts off the splintered headboard to cup your face, looking at you through tawny strands of his bangs. “M’gonna break you, pretty.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - The Strongest

“N-nghhh—” You’ve never ever heard Gojo’s voice come out so utterly hoarse- pitched octaves higher, breaking.

Though, it would make sense after so many hours - rounds upon rounds until the strongest himself was on the verge of breaking.

He’s practically crying as he guides a hand to the stinging, oversensitive base of his erection, pulling out from between your soppy pussylips with a squuuelch–! He’s hissing at the wadded clumps of cum that drip from your cunt like a fountain, “Oh- oh, baby, I think m’going mad-”

“Going mad?” You’re cooing from above, straddling your husband’s toned hips. You sift your hands through his clammy ivory locks, cunt fluttering at the way that already makes Gojo twitch.

“Yes-” He clasps on roughly to your wrist, “Sweetheart, I think m’going- hah-” Cutting himself off by sliding the bulbous crown of his tip between your folds.

Gojo’s letting just the first inch of his ruby-red curve sink inside your entrance, so thickly swollen that it fits inside with a saturated plop! And the very second that Gojo’s pushin’ himself inside your cunt, the very second he’s getting a taste of your velvety walls once more, a light in your penthouse bedroom shatters. He’s out of control.

He’s finishing off his sentence from sultry seconds prior, “-c-craaaazy.”

Not even waiting - not even caring if he’s just too big, and your cunt is just too tight still. Gojo surges his overworked hips up to thoroughly aim rut after rut- barely even bullying halfway, and yet he’s still fucking you like he’d already inside.

Scouring for the target of your throbbing g-spot-

“O-oh–!” You’re whining, mouth watering at the feeling of his wet mushroomy tip grazing your sweetest spots. And you’re looking up just in time to find that Gojo had his eyes bursting with flickers of pale blue lightning- Six Eyes on overdrive to locate your bruised g-spot.

He gnaws down on his bottom lip like he possibly couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your splotchy, soft walls. “Yeah- yeah. Fuck yeah.” Cursed energy pressurizing the air, you half-wondered whether he even knew it was leaking out of him right now.

“Fuck, Toru, is this what the- mmm, strongest is like?” You’re grinding your treacly cunt back down in a figure-eight that leaves him whimpering. Hazy blue eyes rolling to the back of his head, thighs twitching. “Didn’t know you’d be so cute, Toru—”

“I-I’m not…” He’s managing to spit out through the sloppy drags of your pussy, the way you were milking him maddeningly.

And all you have to do to prove your point is to roll your hips forwards and squeeze–

Some other light - this time out in the hallway - shatters, and you swear you see an unbolted couch inside move.

“Fuck- fuck-” Gojo’s throwing his head back, fighting back against the snug lil’ circle of your hole. You were just so tight that he’s thumbing apart your swollen folds, letting his raw size fill up spots you didn’t even know existed. Snarling, “Don’t underestimate the- oh, strongest, sweetheart. I’ve s-still got it.”

He just looks so cute like this - a scalding blush taking over his cheekbones, eyes all watery, lips wobbling just at the sound of your voice. “Mhmmm, sure. Prove it.”

And Gojo doesn’t react instantly.

Gojo simply looks at you with a slightly awed expression, as if his brain was still playing catch-up with his mind. Before his breath hitches, and he raises his right hand to snap-

“Wh-what did you-” You’re gasping, finding yourself thrown against something firm and perspired. You’re whirling your dazed peripherals upwards and looking up at none other than Gojo himself; all sprawled out, he’s clutching you to his chest in the meanest full nelson.

Jujutsu crackling where he’d just used his powers on you, fingertips trembling underneath your thighs.

His touch crackles with fizzy energy and you squirm- “Keep still.” There was something primal in the way he said it- something dark, something gone. Something that had him tugging your useless limbs further apart and drilling into you. “Keep still keep still keep- hck! Still-”

“O-oh my god, Satoru—” All but bawling at this point, he’s just so sloppy with his cadence.

Every thrust leaves the very back of your cervix scraped, and Gojo’s making sure that any ounce of space inside you is wadded up with all his thick precum. Making such a mess from all those rounds prior.

You claw down his beefy arms simply because you don’t know what to do. “Sh-shit, you’re going so fast- ngh, so deep-”

“Prove it?” The words that depart him are crackling with peels of laughter, almost crazed. “P-prove it? You don’t know what you’re asking for, my- ngh, girl.”

Thump after thump- Gojo’s bottoming out at the goopy end of your pussy and it still wasn’t enough for him. He’s letting his throbbing tip sit there for a few nanoseconds like he wanted to swab his way further, bruising in deep.

Grunting, “Have- n-noooo fucking idea.” Rapid, thorough thrusts that manage to render your mind blank. Through your cracked lids you notice that Gojo’s letting go of one of your thighs, and it leaves a cloud of steam.

Your heart races- even more so when he notices that thundering pulse of yours. Matching it precisely to the thump-thump-thump of his vulgar hips. Your husband mutters, “Do you know how- hah- how easily I can fuck you stupid, sweetheart?” And he slaps his v-line forwards until his skin sting red, faster. Harder.

Gojo’s bashin’ shaft stirs up your most tender bundles of nerves and you can help but trill, feeling the sparks start to accumulate in your stomach. One strong hand tugs on your limp leg. “How easily I could break you?”

Over and over.

He doesn’t care if you’re still fragile after your lil’ marathon, Gojo rubs his veiny length raw on your slick-glossed walls. Until they’re memorizing the feeling of him, “How easily I could make you…” As your taste buds start to flood with sappy saliva, you distantly note that Gojo seemed to be counting underneath his breath.

Mouthing out—one, two.

Before he slithers his right hand down to your clit- and right in time with a particularly hard jackhammer, Gojo swats his electric fingertips down on your sensitive nub.

“-cum.”

Right on time - that’s all it takes for you to be toppling over the edge.

Toes curling, your eyes flashing a hot white- you think your throat rips all raw at the constant moaning of his name. Again and again, he drips from his strawberry divot at the feeling of your tremors. “Toru- Toru Toru Toru- m’cumming.” Your nails claw red, red lines down his pale skin. “I can’t- ngh!”

It’s one of the hardest orgasms of your life. You’re putty in his arms, simply clinging onto his large frame. And you rightly think you’ve lost your senses for a few seconds, because you almost don’t hear him mutter- “Oho? I think I got my hngh- mojo back, sweetheart.”

“Mojo?” You squint up at him- the bedroom had lost all light by now, and the only source of it was the faint blue glow of Gojo’s irises. And the flickers of his cursed energy, warping down the front of your tummy.

He’s mapping out exactly where your womb is through his Six Eyes, rock-hard cock slimily slithering its way back to give a direct hit to his target. “Let’s go again, my wife.”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - De-stress…

“Th-thank you for helping me relax, sugar.” Your husband’s gentle croon wafts out from behind you, followed by the filthy, loud squelch of your cunt sliding down his cock.

You’re whimpering, letting one of his roughened hands trace down the arch of your spine - reverse cowgirl, his favorite after a long day at the firm. And there’s a carnal grunt in his tone, “You’re so good at this, mmm.”

You turn around- facing Higuruma in all his dishevelled, flustered glory. His button-up was only half off, and the fabric of his tie still tickles your thighs. You smirk, “Buuut–?”

“What do you mean, angel?” His dark brows furrow, a slight bead of sweat slipping between them after a particularly heavenly grind of your hips.

“Tell me. Finish your hah- sentence, Hiromi.”

Oh, you knew him too well.

And that in and of itself is enough to make his reddened, weeping tip flinch inside of you. Wetly sliding up the most sensitive spots of your walls, “Well…” He trails off, thrusts pummelling just a little harder than before. Just a little rougher. “My apologies, sugar, but I don’t think I really need to hah- relax right now.”

You’re blinking back in slight confusion, “Then what, Hiromi?”

“I think I need- need to-” And he’s losing his train of thought, he’s barely even thinking as he lurches himself off of the soft mattress. Not even pulling out.

You’re oh-so-easily manhandled underneath him, and all Higuruma has to do is grasp both sides of your hips and draaaaag you down to meet his toned pelvis. One large hand slips under your body to cup your teary cunt, pulling you up onto all fours with just one hand - he had you in doggy position. Rasping, “Right now I just need to- fuck- it- out-”

He’s puncturing each word with probe after probe into your tender nooks- until one sultry bash against your g-spot makes you cry out.

And Higuruma has to physically stop himself, he has to bite down on his knuckles to snap some sense into him. First leaning over your trembling body, he kisses a line down your arched spine. Whispering into your ear, “Ready to take it?”

Mewling, the only thing you can do is nod.

And it’s enough for him to gulp at, “Then…” Before the front of his strong, beefy forearm ends up looped ‘round your throat, putting you in a goddamn headlock. “-hold on tight, sugar.”

It’s a rush- suddenly your back’s bent into the perfect semi-circle, practically in midair. Blood thumps to your crowned scalp in sync with Higuruma’s thrashing cockhead.

Pryin’ apart your sticky walls like a searchlight, he’s rovering through them like a maze - and the target of your g-spot was where the prize was. Where he was slouching his lower half to press n’ press against as if it was some cute button. Higuruma’s rubbin’ your poor nerves raw and you shrill—“Oh- oh my god- hck! I thought I was the one supposed to help you ah- relax-”

“Just let me take care of it—” Your husband drawls into your ear, and the more he’s bruising your gooey innards, the more he needs to watch you melt around him. “Heh, all you have to do is t-take it.”

“Take it-”

Another whack- Higuruma’s accidentally slipping his ruby-red tip against your cervix and it feels mean. “Yes- yes.” You’re instinctually clamping around him, and oh- how he loves fighting against your clingy walls to thrust back. To rut. To ruin you. “No need to do anything, angel. Just take it- take it all.”

Again and again.

It’s almost like a game for him - to prick his globular tip into every spot inside you and figure out which ones make you shake the most. Particularly hard, Higuruma swats the veiny underside of his shaft between your pussylips- taking the sloooooppy time to rub all down the bottom of your needy pussy. It scratches a carnal itch you didn’t even know existed.

Words jumbling up, “Am- I- hngh-” The moment you open your mouth, you’re letting off a wave of slick saliva that stains all down Higuruma’s forearm.

Making him tighten his hold with a groan, “I said take it- not let it all drip.” And before you know it, his doughy fingerpads squeeze between your legs. Swervin’ around the nub of your clit- you gasp once he ruthlessly squeezes. “Unless…”

He knew you too well.

Because the moment that Higuruma’s frigid wedding ring brushes against your clit, the moment he’s pinching- you find yourself exploding into your high.

White-hot bliss bursting out in waves, “Fuck- oh my god, nghh, Hiromi-” Constantly repeating like a mantra, he’s pinning you down rudely with the flexed front of his hips. Higuruma lets out the lowest guttural groans at the feeling of your vibrating walls, toes curling.

You’re seeing stars.

“Oh my god- I’m- cumming-” It’s more of a question than anything, because you still haven’t registered it before-

“Fuck-” He jolts. He heaves. He gnaws down on the tender crook of your neck and ruts- “Fuck fuck fuck-” Before painting your gooey insides all white.

The wettest, creamiest sap that clings onto either side of your walls. You could barely even push your hips back and let Higuruma fuck you through your high without having it overspill everywhere. Splosh! Straight down the tremoring insides of your thighs.

“O-oh…” Dark eyes partially open, glittering with slight tears, he kisses down your spine - a lil’ gift for taking it all. Even if your tenderized orifice kept on leaking out knotted wads of his seed.

One hand comes up to massage your back, the other still twiddles with your pulsating clit even despite the lacquer of slicked cum. You were still so sensitive, still zapped by the electricity of your high that these simple movements make your ears pop.

Almost unable to make out his mutter—“How about h-helping you relax now, angel?”

A/N. Hehehe Higu made a comeback how are we feeling babygirls-

Plagiarism not authorized.

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dzook · 3 months ago

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elves be going through it fr

[Image description: Digital drawing of Thistle, Marcille, and Mithrun from Dungeon Meshi. They are sitting on a subway car bench in their Dunegon Lord outfits. Thistle is slumped over, seemingly asleep, holding the book that the Winged Lion was in. Marcille is looking down sadly, her hands in her lap. Mithrun has his head buried in his hands.

Below the cut is the photo the drawing was referenced from. Three people sit on a bench in a subway car. The first is seemingly asleep and holding a pizza box, with the pizza sliding out of it. The second is dressed in goth attire, looking down at the raven perched on their knee. The third is a person in a wedding dress, head buried in their hands. End description.]

Big thank you to @dungeon-meshi-described for the image description!

(ref image under cut)

#they need to set up a dungeon lord support group #dungeon meshi #marcille donato #thistle #mithrun #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #my art

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endawna · 1 year ago

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anyways trying to make the falco family blessing & curse work in his hotd / asoiaf verse. not exactly a warg as he can’t enter minds of animals and can only understand & communicate with birds. can’t control them, he asks them. it’s up to them on whether or not they listen. he does have some mild prophetic dreaming / capacity but it’s minute. maybe imperials in general have a weird fae thing going on and some aren’t 100% human. most entirely human, but not quite. cyrodiil is incredibly haunted. that probably has something to do with it.

#❪ ⋅ ✹ ⋆ —┊ ❛ ooc. ❜ ❫#( this means i can still incorporate the fact staring at pax’s face for too long will give major uncanny valley vibes )#( it’s his eyes )#( he has a raven companion. sadas makes an appearance in this verse too. she’s usually perched on his shoulder or nested on top of his head #( she will steal shiny things )#( something something he feels right at home in winterfell something something (

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lily-bisque · 17 days ago

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✦ your bestfriend!suguru could be rather... sensual with his hands ﾉ eighteen plus

you knew it, he knew it. anyone with a pair of working eyes knew it. it was just a matter of time until one of you utilized his tantalizing skill.

now, outwardly telling your bestfriend that you daydreamed about feeling his ringed digits pressing down on your tongue until you gagged with the taste of metal defiling your tastebuds probably wasn’t the greatest idea. for one, you still wanted to keep your dignity in place before him. and two, you never made the first move.

but, neither did suguru.

so all you could do was drop… hints.

“gosh, wow. just look at the size difference,” you dramatically gaped one fateful day, head swiveling around your conjoined palms with a parted maw, feeling suguru’s textured heat press into you, eyes dazzling with mischief and chest fluttering with excitement. “i could eat off of this thing.”

suguru could see right through you, eyebrow cocking at your blatant audacity. it was titillating, really. seeing you get all worked up and aroused by something so natural.

yet, he would play along. just to see where you would take things. or where he would take things. one of you would give in eventually.

the guy had so much going for him—his looming height, buff build, purring voice, stygian locks—and somehow you were hyper focused on his hands. what you were convinced were his moneymakers.

it didn’t take long for him to catch you ogling at his hands whenever they were busy at work—whether you invited him over for a game on with your xbox to stare at his thumbs jamming into the game controller or had a night in to cook and watch movies. you’d perch yourself on the kitchen counter tossing popcorn into your mouth as your attention shamelessly drifted from the action film to suguru cutting vegetables, drinking in his veiny backhands.

your breath would hitch, almost imperceptible to most people but suguru knew how to decipher every single minute movement of yours. you'd get this look in your eyes, pupils slightly blown and sparkling, and it told him everything he needed to know.

"c'mere," suguru purred out over a booth table, reaching his thumb out to swipe away the ketchup you'd smeared on the seam of your lip while you scarfed down a boat of french fries.

you stilled, ignoring the heat rising from your nape as he cleaned you up with the artistic delicacy of a surgeon, before sliding his thumb into your mouth.

"lick," he commanded, face giving away absolutely nothing as your brain short-circuited and you gave in.

your tongue wrapped around his thumb, the wet muscle teasing him before you pulled off with a lewd pop!

you thought you could tease him back. egg him on and level the playing field.

you were woefully wrong as he shoved his thick fingers past your ring of resistance with little to no remorse, other hand cradling the back of your head and pointing it downwards so you could watch where his digits disappeared into you.

the icy feel of his textured rings dragging through you had your thighs quivering and nearly buckling beneath you.

"thought i wouldn't notice, hm?" he crooned out, voice echoing off the restroom stall walls with a sardonic tilt of his head, basking in the way your gasps broke in your throat. you were too busy watching the way his corded forearms flexed with each pump to register his words. “i see the way you drool over my hands, baby.”

you hiccuped, shame and embarrassment coiling through your mind, realizing that you weren’t as inconspicuous as you thought.

suguru smirked at your speechlessness, raven tresses framing his sharp features, leaning in and tugging on your earlobe between his teeth. “just a shame you hadn’t told me sooner.”

you could feel your brain turn to mush as his fingers reached places you could never dream to brush before.

“but don’t worry,” he groaned, curling his fingers inwards, other hand keeping your hips in place. you weren’t quite sure if you wanted to run away or cant your hips downwards for more. “i’ll take care of you. let you taste yourself on my fingers after, too.”

your bestfriend held true to his words, bringing a hand over your mouth to muffle your whimpers in the restaurant bathroom and plunging his digits into you until you came on his palm at least four times before making you gag on the same fingers.

#suguru geto x reader #suguru geto smut #geto smut #jujutsu kaisen fic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu geto #geto x you #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #suguru geto #geto x y/n #suguru smut #jjk suguru #✦ bisque tracklist

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l-friar · 1 year ago

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Raven's Perch, Utah

#Raven's Perch Utah

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snototter · 10 months ago

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A common raven (Corvus corax) perches on a wall in Scotland, UK

by Iain H Leach

#common raven #ravens #corvids #birds #corvus corax #corvus #corvidae #passeriformes #aves #chordata #wildlife: uk #wildlife: europe

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beloveds-embrace · 6 months ago

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Ravens mate for life.

Simon Riley had not been a raven, not until Roba and his experiments on top of his branwashing, anyways. A dark, vicious cycle until he was something more than just man- until he could bend and break his body into a new form, and unwind himself back into humanity as if he wasn’t long past the point of being just human.

It had been the same for you, another victim. Another soul, another body warped being what will ever be normal.

And within Roba’s darkness, the two of you found a hint of solace in each other.

Ravens, thus, mate for life.

Simon “Ghost” Riley returns to the military, and no one suspects a thing- no one except John, perhaps. John, who looks at Simon and sees that deep, encroaching darkness to him. John, who swears Simon’s eyes were never quite so… beady before even if his stare had always been chilling.

John, who swears he hears the distant cawing of ravens sometimes when there had been no such thing before. On base, and on the battlefield- John hears it all same. On base, sometimes it’s one raven. Sometimes, it’s two, but he can never quite see where they are. On battlefields, it’s always one.

(He has not yet made the connection that Simon always- always- ducks or turns when he hears the raven call during battles.)

Ravens mate for life; that is their nature.

You perch yourself on Simon’s open palm, beak quickly opening to swallow down the food he’s offering. You wish you could shift, but you are far too close to other people in this base- people and cameras. Ao you content yourself with resting on his open palm, tilting your head with a soft caw, and accepting the faint brush of his lips over your head through his mask.

Ravens mate for life; Simon would lay down his for yours, no hesitation. But such actions are unneeded when you are there to cover his back.

#noona.posts #noona.writes #cod x reader #cod x you #cod #tf 141 x reader #tf 141 x you #tf 141 #cod imagines #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley imagines #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley imagines

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nanamiskentos · 6 months ago

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MAKE IT RAIN ✤ getō suguru

GIRL, I DO THIS OFTEN ── Suguru's tired of the tireless pleading, questioning and praising of his sycophant followers. After all, it's been a long day and there's someone else at home that he would much rather worship: his lovin' wife.

➤ 𝐉𝐉𝐊, getō suguru & afab!reader, wc ─ 2.5k

cw ─ MDNI. wife!reader, mentions of cult, geto luvs his wife ❤️, unprotected, sweet séx, overstìm, fìngering, dìrty talk, talks of éxhibitionism, reader is called 'good girl', squìrting, dìrty talk, orál (f.), implied stsg x you, big dìck geto yass he told me himself...

呪術廻戦 : 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ( author says ) wrote this all out in one sitting omfg

"beloved?"

you don't even have to look up to know that it's him. you can feel it, the warmth of your husband's presence as he tiredly pushes aside the panels of the hefty wooden door.

the soft rustle of silk, the quiet click of the door shutting. the way that the room suddenly feels smaller, hotter, charged. you gently snap your bound book shut, setting it aside on the soft bedding. lifting your head from where you've been lounging, robe loose as it flutters around your shoulders.

suguru. still draped in his robes, in shades of violet and gold. perched at the threshold like a god surveying that which he holds most dear, the one closest to his heart. feathery, raven hair that's half-tied, soft strands falling free around his sharp, exhausted features. cherry-lips slightly parted, and you can hear every jump and fall in his slow breath.

and his eyes, twilight eyes that devour you. drinking in the sight of you, as though he would never get exhausted of beholding his pretty wife.

"you're late," your voice is soft, teasing. there's no real bite in your admonishment, but your staccato pulse must betray you. and judging by the slow curl of his lips, geto must know it too.

but there's no amusement in his gaze, just hunger. that simmering and dangerous edge that leaves you clenching your thighs together, flesh pressed against flesh.

"and yet, you waited for me, love," geto murmurs, and his voice is deep, velvet-rich. rough from use, from his long day of sitting forefront at the temple most frequented by those of the time vessel association. a lord holding court.

well, truthfully, you did a lil' more than just wait. when the warm afternoon's hours grew long, and the last light of the sun stretched thin, you had succumbed to the throbbing in your groin. fingers travelling tight circles over your swollen nub, in some attempt at relief that it seemed only geto would be able to pull from you.

" 'course i did."

geto's steps bring him closer, inches being closed between you. his robes brushing against your knee as he stops in front of your shared bed. settling above you, eyes lidded as he looks down at you.

but you just tilt your chin up, watching the way that his starved desperation drags lower, to where your robe is slipping from bare shoulders. the exposed skin of your collarbone, the soft plush of your thighs that geto aches to worship.

your husband just inhales, slow and measured, exhaling at the same pace. as though he's desperate to hold onto some form of control as you smile, knowing.

"long day, baby?" hah, like you don't already know the answer.

geto just hums, reaching up to undo the high collar of his robes. deft fingers remain steady, but you can see the tension in his wide shoulders, the slight clench of his handsome features, "exhausting, my love." voice rich with some carnal, tilting his head slightly so dark hair kisses his face, falling over his shapely nose, "and frustrating."

a pause, a beat of still air. and then, lower.

"i need somethin' to ease it, gorgeous."

large, calloused hands find your thighs first. a grip of marble, warm and strong. spreading your legs apart, so he can step in between them. crowding you right in as your back hits the mattress with a slight bounce.

"you, wife." geto's voice is thick now, laced with need, "only you."

and then, he's on you. mouth claiming yours in an instant, no patience nor prelude. just heat and want. his lips are soft, but unrelenting. tongue sliding past yours as his fingers dig into your skin, pulling you closer, deeper into him.

you just gasp against his ferocious mouth. hands fisting into the thick, bunched bundles of his robes. and geto groans deliciously. low, dark, dangerous for you know what's in store for his beloved wife.

"waited for me like this all night, did'ya?" geto's frame eclipsing the warm light above, until all you can see when you open your eyes is him, "lookin' so sweet, so perfect. jus' for me."

his hands slip under your robes, dragging right up your bare, quivering thighs. calloused, scarred fingers teasing, testing, claiming.

you chew back a sweet whimper, swallowing the sound back into your glossy mouth. but your husband knows all your tricks already, and geto just smiles. so very almost genuine.

"ohhh, you really did." geto's plush lips ghosting over your jaw, the juncture of your throat, the sharp fangs grazing over sensitive skin, "so patient, m'perfect wife."

your shaking breath hitches as his fingers continue to linger over your inner thigh, and you know he's aware of the moist slick still clinging to your skin, "ah, musta' been needy all that time. couldn't help yourself at all."

you don't answer, don't trust yourself to open your mouth without a whining shriek falling from your lips when two slender fingers dip into damp folds, spreading the flesh open to pool translucent arousal down his trimmed nails.

"c'mon, tell me how much you missed me, gorgeous," geto's thumb brushing over your throbbing clit, and he must feel the frantic rhythm of your bucking hips beneath his touch, "say it, i know you got those words in ya' somewhere."

geto doesn't even seem that keen to give you a chance to catch your breath. his mouth is everywhere, trailing over chest to press hot, open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin there. the grip of his free hand tightening on your thighs, determined to spread your legs apart so he can marvel at his two favourite sights in the entire world. you, his darling lil' wife, and your clenching, dripping pussy.

"so warm for me," geto murmurs against your pulse, struck with wonder, "so, so eager."

you can't think, not when your husband's hands are dragging up, pushing against the last layers of fabric between the two of you. discarding your robes haphazardly against the linen quilts. his touch is lazy, calculated, as though he savours the way that you tremble beneath him, drinking in every gasp and sharp inhale.

"suguru –" you gasp, nails tangling in his choppy raven hair, tugging, desperate for the man above you to push you to climax, to teeter you over the edge so wonderfully. like he's always done.

geto groans against your skin, shivering as your hands blindly push his own robes aside. hands imprinting into carved, shaped deltoids that ripple with each twitch of geto's frame. each shake in his composure that comes from the wonder of his fingers being lost in probing at your cunt, "that's my good girl."

the praise is intoxicating, and he knows what you like to hear. you simply arch into him, a swell of breasts pressing against his own (fairly impressive) pectorals. and he rewards you, pads of his fingertips pressing deeper, exploring and teasing. pushing you to the edge at such a deliciously cruel pace.

"god, my love, you take me so well," geto slurs out, lips dragging lower. teeth nipping, tongue soothing, "always so good for me."

you whimper, hips jutting forward. chasing more, needing more. but geto just pulls back, just enough to make you curse in frustration.

"patience, love," geto shuffles to pull himself to his knees, the robes finally shifting entirely from his adonis-esque form, "you know i like to take my time with you." revealing toned biceps that flex as he pulls your thighs further apart. a row of chiselled abdominals that lead to a dark thatch of curls over his groin, and frankly (crudely), your gaze hits bullseye over the well-endowed cock that springs free, smacking against his stomach and smearing a thin line of pre-cum over the flushed skin.

geto moves lower, hair tickling your thighs as his lips follow their downwards descent, breath moist against the pebbled skin. oh.

"suguru, sugu', fuck, fuck!"

your absolute munch of a husband would never deny how much he gets lost between the juncture of your thighs. for the only thing that can truly quench geto's parched thirst is that oasis that drips for his eyes only. tongue peeking out over his kiss-stung lips to slurp at your wetness, to let the taste of you dissolve on his tongue and wash away every less savoury stain in his mouth.

"sweetest damn' thing that i've ever tasted," geto breathes, and you can see his lilac eyes blown wide, inky lashes fluttering against blushed skin at how much he relishes this position, and he tells you so every time you do him the honour of slotting him before your pussy, "y'know what keeps me going in those fuckin' long, dry meetings?"

you mewl, feeling elegant hands prod into your gummy walls, the tapered ends reaching for your most sensitive, sweet spot.

"wasn't a rhetorical question, wifey."

your husband takes a brief second to breathe, pulling away by only a millimetre to nip at your thigh, and you buck your hips impatiently into his salivating mouth, "what, what was it, s-sugu' ?"

oh, yeah. he was just waiting for you to ask that. pleased in your reciprocated interest as he leans back ever so slightly. the angle firmly latching his lips to your plump, aroused cunt, "thisss." there's a sibilant hiss that flourishes the end of his words, the extra sound of arousal and slick clinging to his lips in strands, "thinkin' about having ya' like this, heh, right in front of those boring members. spreading you open on stage like m'personal feast."

somewhere through the haze of an impending orgasm, you briefly register his words. hard, that clench of your pussy around his digits, his lapping tongue and geto chuckles, "oouh, she does like that idea, doesn't she? like the idea of me showin' those vermin my greatest treasure?"

but one thing about being married to the geto suguru? the most notorious, infamous curse user of the modern age? never let him have the last word. so you just clamp the fat of your thighs around geto's head, boxing him in as your husband moans like a slut at the extra pressure. giggling, tittering as you glance down at the sorcerer, "c-could even suck ya' dick in front of them, sugu', if you w-wanted?"

"oh," geto's rumbling, desperately clinging to your pretty pussy as though drinking your release will vitalise him, "ohh, would ya', would ya' really do that all for me? baby?"

he's getting antsy now, absolutely determined to have your release paint his sticky mouth. strands clinging from your pussy to his lip when he takes a second to breathe sweet air, your scent. fingers hitting bullseye each time as he curls and coils his knuckles just so, so he slams a direct hit against your g-spot at a pace that leaves you clawing his back.

"go on, my love," geto hics, words getting all mushed up in the sloppy, sloshy sounds of your cunt tryna' get a few sentences in, "cum for me, swear 'm gonna make you see all the stars."

a gorgeous stroke drives you right to the edge, the tension that's been coiling right up within you snaps. leaving you breathless, shaking.

your abdomen tightening as you reach that delicious peak as geto sighs, and you can feel his muscled shoulders quiver against your thighs. leaving no doubt to the ropes of thick seed that must be coating his fist as he bucks up against the bed.

that sudden wave of heat washing over you as your husband pants, still eagerly drinking in the gush of your orgasm. the clear liquid absolutely spraying out over the lower half of geto's face, drops falling from his chin as he moans.

that golden, boneless sensation giving away to the sharp peaks of pleasure as geto continues, lapping at your clenching pussy. eyes never leaving yours as he releases one hand from his spurting cock, tilting your thighs against his mouth as though he were sipping nectar from a cup.

"s-suguru, sensitive, s-so sensitive," you gasp, feeling his fingers probe further into your pussy, if that was even possible. each cloying, filthy touch sending a shiver through you. sparks falling away from your vision as you tremble, lost in the waves of the incredible, pleasurable sensation hitting you. over and over. geto's still intent on having overstimulated waves crash right into you, eager and so close yet again and —

oh. something's shifted. you know it, and geto knows it too. but he does not let up on swiping his fingers through your glossy, drooling pussy. letting your release paint the sheets beneath you translucent. but his pretty head turns, fixated on the door with a frown. as though . . . as though he knows exactly who stands behind it.

and then you heard it. the door creaking ever so slightly, and you need not even lift your head to know who it was. darkening with the presence of a man who could bend space and time, if he so wished. the tension in geto's jaw jumping as your husband stiffens. violent eyes dark, with ferocious anger, with want.

ah, satoru.

for a sorcerer who supposedly hated you both, he jus' couldn't stay away from the two of you. there's the unmistakable sound of gojo's mouth clicking open. a familiar, and cocky grin crossing his peachy lips. voice dripping with lust and amusement.

"well, well, looks like 'm interrupting something," gojo teases, and you eventually lift your eyes. knowing that the thick bulge in gojo's uniform pants (that dastardly former school of yours) probably owes to the sight of geto leaning in between your thighs, drinking in the gloss of your exposed cunt.

a lazy flick of his fingers, peeling away the white bandages that had been wrapped around his eyes, though you had always liked the sunglasses better. fabric falling away to reveal those piercing, sharp glow of sapphire blue eyes that you had always been too familiar with them.

but your husband doesn't flinch, doesn't even look at gojo anymore, as though he's used to gojo's interruptions, and dalliances. turning back to sip at your sweet heat, "missin' out, satoru."

gojo's voice cutting through the air, for he's close enough now to lean over geto's shoulder, brushing your husband's dark hair back, peering hungrily at your winking pussy, "shoulda' known better than to start without me then, eh?"

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𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: john walker x fem!reader.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7K.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (mdni), porn no plot, pure filth, john walker is a munch, cunnilingus, oral sex (fem!rec), face-sitting, john walker’s praise kink, making out, beard burn from john, hair-pulling.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is the face-sitting ficlet that was promised. don’t go into this expecting plot bc this got me freaked up ngl ,,, hope y’all enjoy. 🫶

Careworn palms mold themselves to the swell of your hips, threatening to snake over your ass, digits scratching across satiny cotton.

Through the gloam of a hushed dusk, you’re firmly slotted in John’s lap, one of his military shirts hanging from your frame, panties clinging underneath.

He quiets when his mouth is busy, bravado and swagger sucked dry, exchanged for a tangled snare of passionate kisses. Hips languidly roll against his, as if to test the limits, and he squirms.

A pleasant sting settles within his chest, dismissed through your mouth, clamoring over his, slick with spit and desperation.

Excited hands trace over his thick biceps, smattered in faint freckles and nearly-healed bruises, yellowing knots over sun-kissed skin. Digits hook against the nape of his neck, crawling into blonde tresses.

John wouldn’t confess to this, but you make him nervous — something to lose, as if you might dissipate between his fingers like dust in the wind.

Every drawn-out embrace of your mouth makes him ache in a way he never thought possible, ravenous for you, as if you’re the last thing he’ll ever have. Calloused palms drop to your thighs, kneading over pliant flesh, savoring soft skin.

His stamina outweighs yours, enhanced by the serum, giving him the ability to endure; he’s struggling when your hips grind against his.

Muscle envelops you, the brawn of his physique a canvas for your kisses, mouth untangling as you plant your lips over his jaw. A hitch forms at the bottom of his throat, subtle; you catch it, satisfaction rippling through you.

The shadow of his beard scratches your mouth, itching some lascivious part of your brain, the one that craves him like air.

“God, you’re beautiful,” John sighs with rapture, husky timbre vibrating beside your ear; he grips your thigh a little tighter, as if to accentuate his statement. “Drivin’ me crazy.” He whispers, nose ghosting over your temple.

Georgian drawls sink into his cadence whenever his voice lowers, and it’s effective, cutting into your belly like a hot knife. Heat warms the back of your neck, slithering throughout your body, leaving you aching for more.

Lashes kiss the soft skin beneath your eyes, gooseflesh spreading from where his thumb circles over your thigh, his caress grounding you.

He eases back, flattening against the mattress, arching one arm beneath his head. The position is comfortable, smug; something incendiary crackles beneath his cerulean hues.

Still perched within his lap, your head cants to one side, palms splaying flat over his abdomen. “Where are you going?” You hum, nonplussed as you prepare to give chase.

His bicep flexes behind his head, gaze eclipsed by desire as he rubs one palm over your thigh, hitching within the crook of your knee. “Nowhere,” John utters, chin jutting up. “Take those off.”

There’s a lack of staunch dominance within his tone, but you obey anyway, swallowing the swell of excitement that threatens to burst from your chest.

Eager fingers hook into your panties, worming from the snug material with ease. Cotton pools somewhere at the foot of your bed, bare cunt ghosting over the swell in his sweatpants.

“Come here.” The attractive rasp that clings to his purr makes your stomach tight with butterflies, arousal slick as you attempt to shove your legs together.

Wordlessly, you’re inclined to obey, body floating as you awkwardly climb up his chest, silky thighs straddling his chest. The full brunt of your weight neglects to sink onto him, gaze radiantly doe-eyed.

Between charged glances and an absent wetting of his bottom lip, you discern what he’s after, throat becoming unbearably snug. “John, I don’t think this is a good idea. What if I —”

“I can handle it, honey.” John placates, tone climbing with enthusiasm, pitched with an excitable sigh. Roughened fingers tense behind your knee, preparing to drag you closer.

The heady use of his affection pet-name for you makes you squirm, body caged within a coil of heat, spine quivering with a shiver. Still, you’re hesitant, rocked up upon your knees to redistribute the weight elsewhere.

Rough palms coax you closer, and he’s silently pleading, begging for you to bridge the gap and sit on his face. He’s itching, gaze burning right through you, still caressing your thigh out of pure reassurance, hoping to put you at-ease.

Coaxed, you kneel above his head, knees wedged on either side of him, beard prickling your flesh. Tingles crawl over your spine, electricity blazing through your nerves as he holds you.

“Still don’t trust me?” John murmurs, planting a reverent kiss against your thigh, cock throbbing with a sudden ache when your hand reaches down, tugging at his scalp.

Words work faster than your brain, “You’ll have to earn it.” As the wanton utterance slips past your mouth, his pupils dilate, black eclipsing blue, jaw beginning to slack.

Taking this as some sort of unspoken challenge, a fire burns within his gaze, as if he’s trying to win. He kisses a slow trail over your leg, beard scratching ragged, accompanied by an occasional scrape of teeth.

Lips flush against your inner thigh, brief, drawing a shudder from your spine, feeling his mouth climb to the warmth oozing between your legs.

His chest erupts with a shallow grunt, hands firm on the back of your legs. John pulls you lower, glowering at you from between your thighs, blonde brows creased with concentration.

Still, you’re hovering, perched; unwilling to relinquish your weight, your hand darts out to brace against the wall, sucking in a sharp breath.

The first lap of his tongue is broad, flat over your aching slit, beard stinging your silky flesh. He’s watching you, the smoldering eye contact enough to make your cunt clench around nothing at all.

Tonguing across your cunt, the bittersweet bite of your arousal floods his mouth, and he welcomes it, molding his lips to your core. It stirs a flame within your belly, pooling heat, making you writhe.

“Fuck,” In a sluggish, drawn-out exhale, your fingers card through his crown, nails lightly perusing over his scalp. John shivers, cock throbbing, straining against the front of his pants. “John, s’good.”

His tongue rakes embers across your cunt, nearly ripping the air from your lungs. The sensation is dizzying, and he treats it as if it’s a competition, striving to be the best at fucking you with his mouth.

The tip of his nose brushes against your folds, but even that isn’t good enough; he wants to be smothered, buried. He can feel you teetering above him as if you’re adverse to sinking down fully.

With slow, eager laps of his tongue, John made sure to savor you, letting the flat of his tongue fall heavy across your clit. His name plumes from your mouth like a prayer.

“Jesus, would you sit down?” With an impatient growl, the sharp command makes your thighs twitch, knees buckling as they collapse beneath the weight of his words.

Smitten, you drop all at once, as if you’re mere putty, malleable within his hands. Relinquishing your weight onto his face, he groans, the noise vibrating through your core.

He grips you like a vice, caging you firmly against his head, nose grazing your mound. Keeping you anchored to his mouth, he’s consuming you like a man starved, deprived of sustenance.

Pleasure jolts through your body in shockwaves, piercing your belly, slicking between your thighs as your hips urge forward. The friction isn’t unwanted with him; he’s messy, ravenous.

Sometimes, you despise how good he is at this — how incredible he makes you feel. You’re collapsing, gritting your teeth as your forehead becomes flush with the wall.

John seems too comfortable; if he had it his way, he’d stay between your legs and eat your cunt until you were trembling and screaming.

Rough-hewn palms manhandle your thighs, shaking, holding so tightly that it might bruise. It’s accidental, something to keep himself grounded while he’s burying his mouth into your cunt.

It’s the scratch of his beard against soft flesh that makes your stomach flip, stubble ragged when he’s lapping at your slit, a pleasant burn.

Lips part around your clit, tasting you, savoring you; his senses are all hazy, clouded by your scent, the taste, everything. A low grunt rips through his diaphragm, followed by a groan when your hips grind into his mouth.

Eyes flutter shut as if he’s content, drinking you in like some oasis, tongue working diligently across your cunt in broad, heady strokes. The bridge of his nose presses flush, imbibing you as if you’re the best thing he’s tasted.

A breathy, unfiltered string of babbled praise tears from your diaphragm, enamored with the pace he sets — nothing too rushed. Thighs quiver like leaves on either side of his head, hips canting forward.

“F—Fuck, fuck,” Spoken through a lascivious cadence, your voice splinters at the end, tapering off into a noisy moan. “Mouth feels amazing, John, so good.” Your slur, dizzy from desire.

It’s as if he’s struck with an aphrodisiac, flesh crawling with heat, and he preens when you lavish him with praise. John wants to bite back, answering your remark with another barrage of his tongue.

The heel of your palm digs into the wall, digits curling, body jolting with ripples of ecstasy. It only trembles further when his tongue ghosts around your clit, never fully making contact.

You urged him closer, hips rolling into the fervent heat of his mouth, thighs quivering as he treated you to a lap of his tongue.

Circled strokes dance over your cunt; once, twice, three times — you begin to lose count, succumbing to a mind-numbing euphoria.

Each keen of his tongue is reverent, lavishing you in rough kisses to your cunt as if it’s a thing of beauty, beard scraping raw over silky flesh, digits dipping into your haunches.

Whenever your hips happen to grind into his mouth, his cock twitches incessantly, leaving behind a splotch of precum from his own excitement.

He can’t fully explain why he gets off to you riding his face, but he does — so bad. It’s borderline agonizing, body rutting pathetically against nothing at all, lips applying pressure to your throbbing clit.

A crass burn singes his chest, labored groans echoed between your thighs like a prayer, sins lost within your cunt.

He’s smothered by your body, and he’s hoping that you stay, muscles spasming from the surge of ecstasy that scorches your veins.

A sharp groan blossoms throughout his sternum as you incessantly tug upon his blonde tresses, urging him closer, if that were even possible.

Tact leaves his body, replaced only by a feral hunger, and he’s messy, wanton; John’s pace adjusts to something all-devouring. His tongue flattens in broad strokes, a growl emerging from his mouth.

A white-hot bliss twists at your belly, everything set ablaze, hips rocking forward, again and again. Using the wall as an anchor, you let out a hapless sob into the cold surface, cunt throbbing with pleasurable pulsations.

“J—John, I — I can’t,” Crying from delight, you’re desperate to cum, his beard providing ample stimulation, rough and ragged. “Feels so good, dunno if I can …” Huffing in half-sentences, you try to pull into the wall.

As the stinging pressure begins to lighten, John immediately drags you back down, hands clawing, silently begging for you to stay.

Lips climb from your heated core to your clit, pressing a string of kisses there, tongue brushing over the clutch of nerves.

“Sit,” Through a husky groan, he’s urging you onto his mouth, lips pursing around your clit. The sudden stimulation almost knocks the wind from your legs, moaning without any consideration for the noise. “That’s it, that’s my girl.” John purrs.

Words turn to ash on your tongue, dying then and there when he encourages you to continue. You’re quivering atop him, but he steadies you, forearms taut, flexing as he holds you aloft without much effort.

John’s mouth is voracious, tongue endlessly greedy, eating you out as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Part of you wants to crumple, collapse in on yourself like a dying star, burning away.

Circling around your clit, he begins to lap over your pearl, feeling your legs tremor around him, muscles spasmodic, twitching. The needy tonguing makes your back arch, biting down on your bottom lip.

Between the pressure of your weight and being smothered amidst your cunt, John swears that he’s going to come — there isn’t any shame associated with it.

Cerulean hues sparkle with a glazed sheen, half-lidded, peering up at you, only to catch the blissed-out look on your face. He groans again, tempting you further as he suckles on your clit, unabashedly crass.

“John, John, m’close,” With a choked whimper, your hips continue to grind, and he’s content to lay there and take it, let you have whatever you want from him. “Fuck, need you so bad.” You sob, feeling as if you might combust.

He presses you further, a low hum tumbling from his mouth, still fervently revolving around your clit. The praise is blinding, and he’s crashing too, the both of you tangled in a supernova of ecstasy.

With another string of laps to your aching cunt, you’re fraying at the edges, splitting apart, completely and utterly destroyed.

A white-hot fever burns through you, bliss overwhelming, a buzz humming through your bones as if you’re floating somewhere else. Your jaw slacks, unhinged as you scream his name, gripping at his scalp, hunched over.

Feeling your body pulse around him, a low grunt splits his diaphragm, your legs trembling, muscles twitching in the aftermath. Even still, your mind is foggy, shrouded by a haze of desire.

He reacts in-tandem, coming untouched, snarling as he reaches his release. Everything feels unbearably hot, sticky — his gaze is glassy, visage splotched with scarlet.

Blissed-out and satiated, John’s brows pinch together, countenance a thing of unbridled satisfaction as he cums in his pants. He’s catching his breath, labored, attempting to ground himself again.

Conceding, he plants another kiss to your core, followed by a rough lap of his tongue, beard soaked by your slick, the sight obscene.

When you collapse in a heap next to him, your legs feel like jelly, muscles weak, still spasmodic as you plant a hand against his chest. He’s calming with you, gaze trained up at the ceiling, relaxed.

“Jesus.” John sounds happy, unable to bite back a grin as he wets his bottom lip. The taste of you is ingrained into his tongue, a bittersweet ambrosia that sates his craving.

Thoroughly and utterly razed, John is still mentally catching up, chest heaving as if he’s run himself ragged, burning in the best way.

With a soft grunt, he sits up just enough to peer at you through blonde lashes, wondering what exactly he’d done to deserve you. You’re beautiful, stunning in the afterglow as you caress over his bicep.

“I don’t know what to say.” Smitten, you notice the satisfied smirk that paints his features, tresses disheveled, beard saturated with your arousal.

“That good?” John teases, and you lightly smack his ribs, hand running over his arm again, urging him down. He seems surprised, but concedes to you anyway, hunching over as you kiss him hard.

It makes his head spin, throat tight, cock pulsing again as if he didn’t cum already. John groans low into your lips, and you can taste yourself on his tongue, taste what he did to you.

He crumples, hand seizing your hips, tracing circles over the bone. With another dizzying kiss, he withdraws enough to stare at you.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Through a sweet mumble, you’re kissing his jaw, his cheek. He’s flushed, unable to keep up the tough facade — and he doesn’t want to.

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