#sho is back bitches

[swiftsaltsweet]

WIP WednesdayThursday morning

Thank you for the tag @foibles-fables :3

I think I shared a part of the first pic (Hei-Ran's perspective), so I added the 2nd pic (Jianzhu's perspective) as a bonus/follow up. (it's also the only two sections in that chapter I can post without spoiling things so jfkasjfsa TT0TT)

Tagging @ghost-dusk and @the-kingbo and anyone else who wants to join! :3

[insecateur]

Ok so. I have no idea for how long you have come out as trans, but I will say in ye olden tumblr days of 2013 i thought you were a dude SO UH. IDK if apollo just hit me in the head

(sorry if this is badly phrased, i know all of us trans ppl use different terms to talk about our experiences)

LMAO i was already "out" in 2013 so no worries!! i've been known as a guy since i came back to tumblr in late 2011, but i was a lot more cagey about being trans back then. mostly bc whenever i openly mentioned it, it attracted people being shitty (never forget the anon who accused me of "just wanting to be a yaoi" i'll always remember you, my current yaoi life is dedicated to you, hope you've let go of whatever anger you held inside your heart that day) and i was a lot more sensitive and the idea of people dismissing my maleness(?) upon learning i was trans really triggered my dysphoria

however i do not care anymore, i'm on T now and i have never fucked with gender as hard as i do these days 👍

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Atlus: Persona is about community and sharing. Look at PQ! Even tho the Wild Cards are mildly uncomfortable, everyone is happy to have a piece of the wild card ability! :) What I want: The second two wild cards interact, they start fighting because the other might take up a valuable resource. Bitch mode is activated. PQ2 doesn’t happen cause Goro’s having a mental breakdown.

[classyrbf]

WE'RE JUST FRIENDS! — SHOKO IEIRI

SYNOPSIS...since high school you and shoko have been known to be two peas in a pod, the bestest of friends but only you two know what happens behind closed doors

INFO...shoko x fem!reader, top!shoko, phone sex(?), vibrators, fingering, oral (reader!receiving), hidden relationship, praise, sweet ending, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Since high school you and Shoko were always known as the two girls around jujutsu high. Dare I say, you were the female version of Gojo and Geto. You and Shoko instantly clicked, always joking and laughing, messing around with Geto and Gojo just for the fun of it. Sometimes, you two would sneak around behind the school to share a cigarette. It wasn’t until both of you graduated that you ended up finding her attractive. She grew her hair out longer, started embracing her role in the jujutsu society and you’d always steal glances from her.

The accidental hand touching as she breezed past you, the little smirks she’d give you across the room when a higher up was yapping her ear off. It was until about 4 years of yearning that both of you finally caught the hint. Well, you caught the hint. Shoko always had a thing for you, at least that’s what you found out when she was knuckles deep in your pussy.

“I’ve always liked you, y/n.” She smiled against your skin, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Her fingers massaged your g-spot as she whispered in your ear. “I was starting to think that maybe you didn’t like me back, you know? But now look at you,” she chuckled, turning her gaze toward your sopping pussy.

One hookup led to two and then another and then another. You and Shoko became absolutely addicted to each other. It got to the point where you couldn’t even make yourself cum if you weren’t thinking about her. Sometimes you’d even call her late hours in the night just to hear her voice, asking her to help you cum.

“You’re so close aren’t you, baby?” She cooed. “You need my help, huh? Yeah?” She smiled to herself as she heard you whimper out her name. “Facetime me, I wanna watch.” In just mere second you were facetiming her while she sat at her desk going over some stupid paper work that she couldn’t care less about right now. “Look at how fucking wet you are because of me. Go ahead and keep rubbing your clit. Get right on the fucking edge.”

Each time, you came so hard just because of her. You wanted more and more each time, wanted to show her how much you needed her right there with you.

Each time you, her, Geto, and Gojo hung out, it was almost like nothing ever happened. The boys never became suspicious of anything because you and Shoko kept treating each other like you have all those past years. Like friends. Talking about the latest fashion, that new movie with the controversial actor, complaining about your job, things that friends would normally talk about.

But later on, you’d drive to the middle of an empty field, too eager to make it back to the house, her mouth around your nipples, licking, sucking and biting while you moaned and whimpered like a bitch in heat. “You looked so pretty in this skirt today.” She smile up at you, pecking your lips.

“I wore it for you,” you muttered between moans.

“Yeah? How thoughtful of you to give me easy access to this pretty pussy.” She sloppily kissed between your breasts and down your stomach while her fingertips pulled at the hem of your panties.

“Sho, what if someone catches us out—mmmph—here!” You sit up on your elbows, breathing heavily as she tosses your panties on the car floor and pushes your skirt up. She completely ignores your question, laying her tongue flat on your clit. “Oh fuckkk.” And suddenly all your worries went away.

Recently, all the jujustu sorcerers and anyone involved in the jujustu society were invited to a party. Of course you had to go and everyone else as well despite you lacking the energy to stand around and talk to people you didn’t know all day.

When you arrived, you hung out with your usual group. People you went to high school with. Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime, and of course Shoko. You damn near choked on your drink when she walked through the doors. Her makeup looked like it prepared by the gods and her dress hugged her figure so good it felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your head if your stared too long.

Shoko could say the same about you, the color you were wearing complimented your skin tone perfectly and gloss that made your lips shine under the light had her wanting to kiss and bite them right then and there. “Hey guys!” She simply greeted.

Hours went by already, boredom plaguing your mind as you watched Geto and Gojo act a fool on the dance floor, drunk out of there minds. Nanami had snuck out early, which you can’t blame him for. Haibara was chatting it up with Utahime in a corner for seemed like an hour now and that only left you and Shoko.

“Having fun?” She leaned towards you, sipping from her glass.

“No. My feet are killing me and this dress is too damn tight.” You shifted in the fabric, gripping your champagne glass tighter. You could feel her eyes rake over your entire body, but dare didn’t turn in her direction.

“Your ass looks great by the way. Maybe I’ll help you get out that dress later tonight?” She raised a brow, waiting for a response.

“Shoko, hush!” You looked around the room to see if anyone had heard which made her laugh.

“Who gives a fuck if anyone hears. Two girls fucking, so what? People need to get with the times.” She shook her head. “They’re missing out.” A sigh left her lips.

“What are you saying?” A smirked tugged at the corner of your lips as you leaned against the bar.

“I’m saying, you’re great in bed, hot stuff. We’ve been having sex for what…? 2 years now?” She reached into her clutch, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. “Wanna smoke?” She nodded her head in the direction of the balcony.

“Fuck it.” You two both walked outside, the music playing over the speakers began fading, replaced with the annoying sounds of crickets and the occasional owl hooting somewhere in the trees. She lit the cigarette, taking the first drag before handing it over to you.

“So how long are we gonna keep up this ‘just friends’ act, huh?” She asked, watching you blow out the excess smoke. “We’re nearly together every day, fucking every week, if not every day.” She grabs the cigarette from between your fingers.

“Are you saying you wanna date me, Ieri Shoko?” You tease, smiling at her. “The Ieiri Shoko wants to date someone? I thought you didn’t like labels?”

“Oh fuck off,” she laughed, waving her hand at you. “Yeah, yeah, I said what I said, but can a girl not change her mind?” She turned to look at you, her eyes boring into yours as she put out the cigarette, tossing it. You looked away nervously, smiling down at the floor. “How about we say fuck this party and go back to mine, huh? Maybe it’ll help you think of an answer.”

As soon as you and Shoko made it to her apartment, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. She messily kissed you, hastily pulling down the straps of your dress while kicking her heels off and tossing her clutch to the floor. “I want you so fucking bad, all of the time,” she said between kisses.

Within minutes you were on her bed, sitting between her legs as she had a vibrator pressed to your pussy, her other hand twisting and pulling at your hard nipples. “Fuckkk, Shoko!” You gasped, legs twitching as the waves of pleasure shooting through your body. “I’m gonna fucking cum!” You moan.

She rubbed the vibrator up and down your clit, massaging it into your poor, sensitive pussy. “Getting desperate, baby?” She craned her neck down, her lips connecting with yours, kissing you with such fervor. You grinded your hips into the vibrator, moaning into her mouth as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. She pulled away from the kiss, spit connecting to both of your lips as she stared into your eyes with such lust and desire. “You cumming? Yeah? Yeah, there you go let it out. Yes!” She smiled, lifting her head to watch how your body writhed above her and your heavenly moans bounced off the walls of her bedroom.

She turned off the vibrator, tossing it to the side. Her fingers grazed over your pussy, tapping it lightly, hearing your wetness as you begged to be fucked. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” She kissed down your neck, teasing your entrance with her fingers, pushing them in and out slowly.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” you breathy chuckle.

“Oh, yeah? I can show you a tease.” She began reaching into her beside drawer.

“No, no! I was kidding!” You laugh, pulling her arm back. “Come here.” You gather strength to sit upright, facing towards her. Her cheeks are tinted pink and her skin was glowing under the light. “I think you’re beautiful too.” You cup her face in your hands.

“Getting all sappy on me now?” She pulled you onto her lap so you were straddling her.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, smiling as you leaned into the kiss. This time it wasn’t rushed or sloppy. You felt every moment, every movement, and every thought. Shoko deepened the kiss, pulling you closer against her chest, hugging you tighter. Your tongues moved against each other slowly, biting and sucking on her bottom lip before pulling away. “I like doing this with you.”

“Yeah?” She asked, you nod in return. “Does that mean what I think it means?” She dragged her index finger along your jaw.

“If we’re talking about the same thing, then yes—mmph!” She kissed you again with so much force, your back hit the plush comforter beneath you.

“I’m even more turned on knowing you’re mine now. Fuck me,” she said in disbelief.

“Well who said we had to stop?” You bite your lip, sitting up on your elbows. Shoko stared at you for few seconds and without saying a word, her hands gravitated to your thighs, spreading them apart, wasting zero time in putting her face in your pussy. A small gasp escapes your throat when she gently kisses your clit, the tip of her tongue rolling it in circles. “God, Sho!” You fall back on the bed, stuck in the blissful headspace.

The flat of her tongue works its way through your soppy folds, licking up your juices and tasting them on her tongue. She watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, your hands reaching up to play with your tits, pulling at your taut nipples. She sucks on your clit for little, earning a high pitched moan from you, smirking at your reaction. She knows how sensitive it still must be.

“Pussy tastes so good, baby. Mmm,” she moans, slurping on your clit and your folds, spitting directly onto your cunt before licking it back up again.

“Yes, yes, just like that!” You nod, biting down on your lip as you watch the way she eats your pussy like a pro. “Feels so fucking good.” Your toes curl as you hook your hands under your legs, pulling them back farther. “Yes, fuck!” Your eyes roll back when she pulls back the hood your clit, exposing it which made all the more difference.

“Play with those pretty tits for me, baby.” She lifts her head to catch her breath, her lips and chin coated in your slick. She looks so fucking good it makes you even more wet. You reach your hand up once more, cupping your breast and pulling at your nipple while she watches with a smile. “Good girl.” He her hot tongue swirls around your swollen clit once more, messily eating your pussy cause that’s how she knows you like it.

“I’m so close, baby, right fucking there, Sho.” Your jaw drops open, your hand finding home in her hair, pushing her face in deeper. “Shit, shit! Yes, I’m so fucking close!” You gasp, rutting your hips against her face like a bitch in heat. Shoko hums in amusement, looking up at you, making direct eye contact, wanting to watch you cum on her tongue. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Your legs shake uncontrollably, grabbing a fistful of her hair tighter as you come undone. Your back into the mattress, still coming down from your orgasm. “Oh fuck,” you breathe.

Shoko finally lifts her head, pleased with herself, the biggest smile on her face. “You still alive, hot stuff?” She hovers over you.

“Barely.” You murmur, looking at her through your hazy state. “How do you always make me cum that hard?” You groaned, chest heaving up and down.

“Um, I have my ways.” She jokes, falling beside you. She softly kisses your shoulder. “Need some water or something?” She asks softly.

“Not right now. I can’t even think straight.” You flip over, facing her.

“I made you cum so hard I rewired your brain? That’s new.” She said with a hint of sarcasm. You playfully shoved her shoulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” She pulled you in close to her. “So does this mean—”

“That we get to tell Geto and Gojo. Yes. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were also dating each other.” You furrowed your brows at the thought of it.

“You’re oddly right. Gojo was damn near twerking on Geto earlier.” Shoko stared up at the ceiling, running her fingers over your skin.

“Wait, really?!” You asked with sudden surprise.

“You didn’t see? Geto got real close behind Gojo. One inch more and boom! Contact.” Shoko nodded, trying to hold in her laugh.

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the thought of Gojo twerking especially on Geto. “Oh my gosh! Just imagine Gojo throwing it back for Geto!” You cackled, Shoko laughing in return.

“Oh no! Do not put that image in my mind!” She cringed, clenching her eyes shut.

“Maybe Geto slips him a twenty for a lap dance. You never know,” you roll over laughing, barely able to breathe.

“Oh my goodness! Shut up!” Shoko covers her mouth, pushing you away from her. “Stop! I can’t!”

“Okay, okay,” you breathe heavily, scooting closer to her again. “I’ll stop.” You rest your head on her shoulder again.

She kisses the top of your head. “I love this. I’ll never get tired of it. The laughs, the sex, your warmth, your smile. You.”You sit up to look at her with a complex expression. “What?”

“Since when did you get all poetic with your words? I guess the sex must’ve rewired your brain too—” Shoko rolls her eyes at your words, covering your mouth with her hand.

“I try to be all lovey dovey and this is what I get? Sickening.”

[2-dsimp]

Naga means two c-o-c-k right? So my favourite perverts has two ready for both holes right? So at night when he visits and I’m deep in sleep doesn’t that mean two goes inside my precious holes? Perhaps, those holes are slightly agaped and wet in preparation for a sly snake to enter the bed at night. Who knows? 😌

- 💎

Yandere naga! X fem reader

Tw: MDNI, NSFW, rut cycle, drugging, double penetration, NONCON, praise, overstimulation, creampie, somnophilia, mating bite, unprotected sex, f oral receive, anal sex, Evon is a pathetic snek man

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Your next door Neighbor was as quiet as a mouse. Using his tail muscles to slither undetected towards your bed. “Wow all of this, laid out for me?” His breath hitched, there you laid all pliant and plump, a full course meal primed to sate his growing appetite.

Evon’s eyes dilated, seeing your precious holes, soaked from you playing with yourself earlier. His forked tongue, flickered desperate to taste your delicious arousal still wafting in the air.

His recurved spindly hemipenes began peeking out of his cloaca. Checking you over, he’s pleased to know you must’ve drank the bottled waters he drugged. Leaving you knocked out like a light.

Extending his upper body with the strength of his lower tail. The Naga was on you instant, his flat tongue flexing delving deep into your folds lapping up your elixir of ecstasy. instant,“Sho good, this pussy’s like cocaine, gonna get me addicted~” He groaned, his shafts leaking precum against his navel in excitement.

“Fuck—be a good girl for me and take it like always yeah?” Evon panted, coiling his heavy serpentine tail around your body. Almost suffocating you in his embrace, as he lined up your spasming holes for deep penetration. “Just like we’ve practiced mkay?”

You whimpered, feeling your rosebud being painfully stretched out by the curved phallous invading your bowels. “Shh, it’s okay I got you, I’m sorry I forgot to stretch your pretty ass again, b-but it’s your fault for getting me too excited.” He wheezed apologetically, out of breath from the vice grip of your sphincter. Meanwhile his hips snapped harshly against your fat ass. The spines on his cooks scrapping at your insides. Violating your glistening snatch and puckered hole.

Evon heaved, delirious from the pleasure your holes provided. He never lasted long, fucking you in your sleep, since you were incredibly tight unconscious. His rattle tail shook, as his fangs sunk deep into your neck, injecting a numbing venom. He couldn’t help his instinct to make sure his breeding bitch stayed in place. While semen began building up from his engorged balls.

The hot sensation made you cry and writhe in your slumber. Your juices soaking his penises with every sloppy thrust he made. His scaled lower body flexed and jostled your helpless body. Up n down his buried lengths like a sex toy.

“Haa, you’re the best! You’re a fucking goddess oh you feel like heaven, fuck! I need—I need you pumped full of me so badly!” He whined, slamming both heads of his hemipenes straight into your deepest crevices. Having you squeal from the overstimulation of being stuffed. A noticeable bulge coming from your stomach, as the first penis, swelled within your womb. The second, already spurting his heavy load all over the walls of your clamped sphincter.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming so hard! Just for you babygirl take it all please! Shit! Fuck!” The naga’s eyes rolled back, tongue lolled as he couldn’t stop grinding snugly into both your abused holes. Wanting to cum in you again and again till his brains were fried. Not caring if you end up leaking his seed for days on end. He’d just pay a visit and plug you back up again.

[megalony]

Say Goodbye

Here is my newest Evan Buckley imagine, based on a lovely anon request. I hope you will all like it.

The second part is already complete. Any feedback would make my day.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: While (Y/n) is out with her baby in the park, someone kidnaps them. Leaving Maddie and Athena trying to help and locate her while Evan falls into panic and despair, fearing for his family.

Enjoy.

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The feeling of water beating down on the back of his neck and cascading through his hair made shivers course beneath Evan's skin. He could barely hear the music playing on his phone outside the shower; the water was dripping too close to his ears to let the music drift through. But it was doing an amazing job at drowning out all the thoughts in his mind and allowing him a few minutes of the day where he could relax and not be overwhelmed or constantly nattering away to himself.

His mind could be a busy, overwhelming place to be and it was a relief to have an escape sometimes, even if it was just the sound of the water putting him into a trance for ten minutes of the day.

He pressed his lips to the top of Evie's head that he was cradling against his collar bone just below his neck. His other hand supported her bum to keep her tucked up into his chest, unable to stop himself from smiling down against her. Her hand that had previously been curled up into a fist was now an open palm which was lightly bashing against Evan's chest, causing droplets and splash back to fly up into his cheek.

"What're you trying to do to me, hm?" He spoke quietly as he slowly started to sway from side to side, keeping most of the water hitting his head and back so it didn't overpower Evie too much.

She was only two months old.

Evan had been planning to feed Evie and settle her back down for a nap before he got ready for work, but his daughter had other plans. She threw up the milk he had only just fed her and she got it all over Evan's work shirt. It was lucky he had enough time to get a quick shower and change before he had to head to work.

And it would be one less job for (Y/n) to do while he was at work if he brought Evie in for a shower with him, although Evan did it more for the extra time with his daughter. She seemed to settle easily when Evan walked around with her against his chest and she loved the shower almost as much as Evan did. (Y/n) knew if the pair of them disappeared for a long time and she couldn't find them, all she had to do was search the bathroom and there they would be.

"Come on then baby, daddy has to go to work soon." Evan could feel a headache forming behind his eyes when he stepped out of the shower and turned his phone off.

He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to go to work, he would much rather stay home with his girls, especially since they had looked after Jee last night and she was currently in the nursery.

With Evie waking during the night, they had a crib attached to the bed so they didn't have to go far to settle her. And they had always had Jee over every other week before they had Evie. So they had set up a little bed in the nursery so that she could stay over last night.

Evan felt like he would be missing out because he was heading to work with Chimney today and (Y/n) would be having the girls. At least he had been home with them yesterday and they had taken Jee and Evie out to the zoo for the day.

He began to hum quietly as he tilted Evie down so he could wrap a towel around her and lay her in the crook of his left arm. He kept his arm moving up and down to rock her while he quickly dried his hair and ran the towel briefly over his frame. It took some effort to try and wrap the towel around his waist with one hand and in the end Evan gave up. He grinned down at Evie who looked up at him with wide blue eyes that were curious about everything.

With his towel looped over his shoulder, Evan continued humming as he left the bathroom and padded down the hall to the bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible to let (Y/n) sleep a bit longer.

"Be quiet for mummy, daddy's gotta get dressed." He laid Evie down on her back on the bed so he could dry off and get dressed.

Evan kept his eyes on her, smiling and pulling faces as he re-did his efforts to get dressed, praying she wouldn't throw up on him again this time as he didn't have another clean work shirt at home. And he really didn't want to go to work raiding through his locker for another set of clothes and get changed again.

"Alright, now what should we dress you up in today, hm? Something I got you, obviously."

He took a quick look through the top drawer of the dresser and found a dark red onesie that said 'Daddy's Princess' on the front along with a vest and a nappy. He just about got her dressed when he looked up and noticed (Y/n) was starting to wake up. Part of him had been hoping she would stay sleeping and get some more rest, but the other part was glad she was waking up because he had to go soon and he wanted to say goodbye.

(Y/n) tried to sit up but she didn't have the energy, she could barely keep her eyes open when she heard Evan mooching about the room quietly. She ruffled her hair out of her eyes and leaned over onto Evan's pillow, breathing in his scent as her tired eyes watched her little family.

She grinned, watching Evan lift Evie up and nuzzle his nose into her tummy before he brought her back down to rest against his chest.

"Did you have a shower?" (Y/n) whispered quietly when Evan perched down in front of her and leaned over to kiss her temple. She could feel his wet hair mixing with her own and how his neck and chin were slightly damp. He didn't normally get a shower in the morning since he was forever taking them at work after callouts.

"Someone decided to throw up on me. She might need another bottle soon." Most of what Evan had given Evie had come right back up onto his shirt that was now in the wash so she was still going to be hungry. But at least she didn't seem under the weather or ill, clearly that bottle just hadn't agreed with her.

Evan leaned across the bed so he could gently lay Evie down in the crib attached to (Y/n)'s side of the bed. He didn't want to put her down but he could see his time was being cut short when he looked at his watch. He wanted to stay but it was time to go or he would be late, and Evan couldn't abide being late for anything.

His eyes wandered over Evie for a few moments as he moved his hand to pat her chest and tummy while she wriggled and yawned, clearly trying to get comfy since she was still tired.

But his eyes quickly darted down to (Y/n) when she leaned up and looped her arms around his neck, tugging him down a bit more until he was hovering over her, one inch from falling on top of her. His hands planted down on the bed either side of her head as he took the opportunity to kiss her lips.

"Is Jee still in bed?"

"Yep, you know what she's like."

Their niece wasn't exactly a morning person. She was hard to settle down to sleep at night, but once she was asleep that was it, there was no waking her until she was ready to get up. That was one of the things (Y/n) was rather happy about whenever they had Jee over, she didn't wake them at ungodly hours with boundless energy. She was always up at a reasonable or late time, which was perfect for them.

"Call me later, let me know how you all are."

"I'll Facetime you tonight, and I'll try and get Evie awake for you." (Y/n) knew if Evan didn't answer to leave it fifteen minutes and ring back and then if he still didn't answer, she would just wait for him to ring her. But the past two shifts he had been back to work, he had picked up on the first ring.

Evan was on a double shift which meant he was working all day today and through the night. He wouldn't be home until sometime tomorrow morning, depending on the callouts during the night and the handover to the B shift.

When he did long shifts he usually called (Y/n) to see how she was, but now they had Evie, he liked to Facetime when he was on long shifts so he could see them both. He would usually get a bit of time in the evening on a double shift to have a shower and call home, they all got a little break like that.

And Evan was convinced he would miss out on big things and milestones with Evie even by being away from her for just one day. He didn't want to miss anything or see that she had grown or changed in any aspect while he had been at work.

He would make the most of his break time by Facetiming his girls so he could see how their day had gone and see Evie. It pushed him to get through the shift and hurry home to them.

"I have to go, I love you." His hand moved to cup her chin and his thumb brushed across her lower lip before he stole them in a kiss that took all the air out of (Y/n)'s lungs.

"I love you too. Be safe."

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"What should we do first then?" (Y/n) glanced down to the four year old stood at her side with such a bright smile she could barely see.

With a smile (Y/n) leaned over and unwound the velcro from her wrist so she could wrap it back around Jee's backpack once they were safely in the fenced-off playground. It was easier and safer whenever they took Jee out to have a little strap attached to her bag so Jee could walk or run ahead but still be attached to her parents or her aunt and uncle, depending on who was taking her out.

It saved (Y/n) having to push Evie's pram and hold Jee's hand or juggle carrying her and trying to keep her close when Jee could walk safely beside the pram without risk of running off or being snatched or drifting the wrong way.

Since it was a nice day, (Y/n) and Jee had decided to come to the park. They had parked up in the car park, walked round the lake to feed the ducks, and now they were in the playground.

Of course, with Evie only being two months old, she couldn't go on anything, but the walk and fresh air would do her some good and she was always happy when in the car or being out in her pram.

"Slide." Jee was already pointing and trotting off in the right direction before (Y/n) could blink.

She smiled, following after her niece who was set on climbing up the small steps to go down the red slide.

With Jee safely on the slide and set about going on it at least fifty times, (Y/n) pushed the pram towards the railing behind the slide. The play park was enclosed with red railings all the way around so kids couldn't run off if their parents weren't looking.

"Okay baby, come here."

A grin spread across her features as she leaned over and gently scooped Evie up into her arms. The little girl was just starting to wake up, letting out a yawn as she curled up into (Y/n)'s chest. Her head settled beneath (Y/n)'s collar bone and her mittened hands tucked against her chest while (Y/n) walked towards the slide.

She waited with a smile each time Jee surged down the slide and tried to jump up to her feet at the end.

Tilting her head down, (Y/n) attached her lips to the top of Evie's head as she took to following Jee around the small park.

She pushed her when she went on the mini roundabout, which seemed to be one of her favourites at the moment. Next it was the tyre swing which Jee scrambled onto with a big sense of determination which reminded (Y/n) of Evan and what he must have been like at that age.

"This one, this one." Jee reached out for (Y/n)'s hand and soon dragged her across the other side of the park to reach the small climbing frame. There were steps leading up to a little lookout, a wooden bridge to cross, a slide on the other end and a small plank of wood with ropes attached to climb up and down onto the platform.

It was all sized down, the platform itself was no higher than (Y/n)'s chest since they were in the toddler area of the play park but it was all like a magical land for Jee.

"I bet you can't climb the ropes." (Y/n) took to running her fingers through Jee's hair and she grinned at the determination on Jee's face as she aimed for the ropes right away.

She would take that challenge.

"Oh, you proved me wrong, hm? Smile, let's get a picture for mummy."

With Evie settled in the crook of her left arm, (Y/n) slid her phone from her pocket and took a few pictures and a little video when Jee toddled across the wooden bridge and practically jumped down the steps. A squeal left her lips as she looped around to climb up the ropes again, tiring herself out in the process.

(Y/n) glanced her eyes around the park, but she was surprised and relieved to see that there was only one other parent and child in here with them. It was nice to be able to walk around with Jee and not have to wait to go on other slides or swings or queue for the zipline of Jee wanted to go on that at some point. It was good to be here practically by themselves.

Once Jee went down the slide and came trotting back towards (Y/n), she reached her hand down for her.

"I'm just gonna get Evie a bottle from the pram, okay?"

When Jee nodded and trotted towards the steps to climb back up again, (Y/n) turned and aimed towards the pram across the park near the second slide. It was about time for Evie to have another feed, which (Y/n) could easily do while she sat on one of the benches and kept an eye on Jee at the same time.

She jostled Evie in her arm, cooing down at her while she crouched down beside the pram and got the bottle out from the bag.

But as she lifted her head, (Y/n) frowned and looked ahead of her. There was someone stood at the other side of the park, but he didn't seem to be here with a child.

He was stood with his shoulders hunched up and his hands stuffed into his pockets, but it was what he was looking at that frightened (Y/n).

He was looking straight at her; and he was walking her way.

"Hi sweetie, are you okay?" A worried look plastered across the April's face as she walked over towards Jee.

She didn't want to approach the little girl, it might not be appreciated by her parents if a stranger walked over to talk to her. But she couldn't see anyone nearby who was watching the toddler.

She didn't look very old, three, four maybe. She was stood near a pram, swinging back and forth with one hand holding onto the handle and her other hand balled into a fist that was rubbing her sore eyes. She looked like she had been crying and she was constantly looking around.

But for the last five minutes, April had seen the little girl stand idly by the pram, not moving an inch but without any parent nearby or talking to her or coming over to her.

Jee clung tighter to the pram, leaning against it until she was almost falling into the bag hanging from the handle. She didn't know where (Y/n) was. She said she was going to feed Evie, but when Jee climbed down from the side for a second time, she couldn't see her.

She scanned around the park, looked in all the corners and nooks and hiding spaces, but she couldn't see her aunt or baby cousin anywhere. Nor could she see them along any of the paths leading towards the park, and the pram was still here with (Y/n)'s phone and bag and all of Evie's things.

Jee wondered if they had gone to the toilet or to change Evie's nappy, but (Y/n) would have come to get her if that was the case. And Jee didn't dare go walking off to find her aunt when the pram was here. She thought it best to stand and wait until her aunt came back to her and the pram.

"Where's your mum, sweetie?" April crouched down in front of Jee whilst double checking her own little girl was nearby on the slide.

"Auntie (Y/n) got baby bottle, but now she's gone." Jee rubbed her eyes again as a few more tears began to trickle down her face.

She watched the lady lean to look into the pram which was definitely empty, and she looked around but she couldn't see any women with babies nearby. All the other women with children already had pushchairs and prams with them.

"Why don't we have a little look around for her? Maybe she had to go and get something real quick."

Waving her hand out, April beckoned her daughter back to her side and gently took Jee's hand. The three of them toddled around the play park and had a quick wander along the path on the outside of the park fence, but sure enough, no one was around. No women with babies looking for their niece. No one Jee recognised who she could go to for help.

When they headed back into the park, April sat both girls down on the bench and wheeled the pram closer. She knelt down and had a quick look through the bag hanging from the pram, but her heart sank when she looked inside. Nappies, change of clothes, a spare empty bottle, a few toys, wipes. Everything someone would need for a baby, but no mother and baby in sight.

And when she looked at the little tag attached to the bag, a mix of uncertainty and relief flooded her system. A woman's name and address were written down. (Y/n) Buckley. That was a start.

"Okay sweetie, I'm going to call for some help, you just stay with us for now though." April took a few steps away from the bench but stayed relatively close. She didn't want either of the girls listening to her phone call but she couldn't let them out of her sight.

Something bad had clearly happened and she couldn't let this little girl disappear when she might be in danger. Nor could she let her own daughter out of her sight if someone was at the park snatching women and children.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"Hi, I think I need the police. I'm at the park and there's a little girl here, she's all alone and we can't find her aunt anywhere."

"Okay, how old is she and how long has she been alone?"

"No, I think something bad has happened. She said her aunt had a baby with her, but the pram and bag and everything is still here in the park. We've looked around but there's no one here and the little girl is only about three or so. The name on the bag says (Y/n) Buckley."

No caring parent or guardian would bring children down to the park and then just leave one of them here. Something must have happened. A woman wouldn't just wander off with her baby and leave a pram here and her niece all alone.

Something bad had happened, she could feel it.

"We'll send officers down to you now, miss."

It didn't take long for a unit to respond and before April could even stand up from the bench where she had been idly waiting with both girls, Jee was up on her feet.

The four year old stretched her arms out in front of her, tears still glossing in her eyes, and she pelted across the soft tarmac until she was in front of Athena. She didn't know Athena all too well, but she knew her as a familiar face, someone who was always at the parties where her dad worked. And she was in a uniform. People in uniforms were safe. They saved people.

"'Thea." Jee held her arms up until Athena bent down and scooped her up, holding her on her hip.

"Ooh, hi honey. Are you okay?" She gently jostled Jee in her arms and walked closer to the lady who was sat on the bench cuddling her own daughter into her side.

"Where's auntie (Y/n)?"

"I'm not sure yet honey, but we'll find her. Why don't you tell me what happened, were you with (Y/n) and Buck today?"

She gently settled Jee down to her feet but kept tight hold of her hand and moved towards the pram parked up near the railings. There was a blanket inside the pram, an open bag hanging from the handles with all of Evie's things inside. And there was half a loaf of bread in the basket at the bottom of the pram, presumably from them feeding the birds and the ducks.

"Last night too. Uncle Buck gone to work, so we came to park. Auntie (Y/n) went to get bottle for Evie, she didn't come back."

"Right, did you two walk here from home?"

"Car." Jee leaned into Athena's leg and pointed off towards the distance. They had driven down here and then come for a long walk around.

Athena didn't like the look of this situation.

She knew (Y/n) and Evan, they were like Bobby's children and Evie was like a granddaughter to them. Athena knew that (Y/n) wasn't the kind of person who would leave her niece all on her own in a public place where anyone could come over and snatch her up. And she wouldn't just wander off with Evie without her things like this.

Something had spooked her or happened to her, but because she wasn't physically around, Athena would guess that someone had either taken her or forced her to go somewhere with them.

Neither ideal seemed good or promising and Athena didn't want to explain this to Evan. Not yet. She couldn't tell him the situation until she knew exactly what was going on. But whatever it was, it wasn't good.

"Dispatch, I'm going to need alerts out on a young female, (Y/n) Buckley, and her newborn baby. They're both missing, possible abduction."

Something told Athena this day was only going to get worse.

***

Carding her fingers through her hair, Maddie tilted her head back at her desk and began drumming her fingers down on the desk. Her morning had been nothing but nuisance calls and people who thought their cats disappearing or their electrics not working classed as an emergency.

She was ready to go home. All Maddie wanted to do was go round to her brother's place, have a coffee and collect her daughter and head home. She didn't want to be sat here dealing with all the strange and useless calls, but this was her job and she had another three hours left until her shift ended.

When the light appeared on her screen and a buzzing set in the ear piece, Maddie wheeled her chair closer to her desk again and clicked the button. Who would it be calling this time?

"911, what's your emergency?"

Sometimes it felt like she was running on autopilot, especially with the tone of voice she had to keep so people knew she was calm and concerned but not panicked or overly ignorant or unconcerned. And it was an art to be able to talk people through these situations without getting anxious or too overwhelmed herself.

"Hi, is this the sunset hotel? I- I'd like to book a room please."

That voice set off sparkwaves rolling through Maddie's system and her back straightened in her seat. That was her sister in law. Why was (Y/n) calling 911? She wasn't stupid, that wasn't the kind of mistake (Y/n) would make and she certainly wouldn't dial that kind of wrong number when she was booking for a hotel.

The tone of her voice was all wrong too. Maddie talked to her when she was laughing, when she was panicked, frightened, angry, scared or simply worn out. That tone sounded like (Y/n) was frightened, something Maddie didn't hear all too often.

"(Y/n)? You've called 911, is something happening?" Maddie's fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to start typing in notes and taking account of the situation.

"That's right." The shaky hum at the end of her words made Maddie's stomach clench and tighten.

Her hands fumbled over the keys, typing in her sister's name before she clicked the high priority button. She didn't know the full extent but something bad was clearly going on here.

"Okay, um, is someone with you, is that why you can't speak freely?"

She had asked for a hotel room. She wasn't babbling to Maddie or explaining what the problem was. That implied (Y/n) couldn't speak freely and that meant someone had to be there with her, wherever she was.

It had been a few weeks since Maddie had to do this kind of phone call. The last cryptic call like this she received, someone had asked for pizza because his friends were trying to hurt someone and wouldn't let anyone out of the apartment. It was always harder to speak in code and to have to try and ascertain the information she needed without getting the caller caught out.

And this being (Y/n) made this even more complicated. Maddie was too close to the situation, but at the same time, she was the best person for (Y/n) to talk to. They were practically sisters, Maddie knew (Y/n) almost as well as Evan did so she would be able to pick up on little hints or signals that her sister might try and give through the phone to help them out.

She heard (Y/n) hum and it sent Maddie's heart lurching up into her throat at the thought of someone potentially trying to harm (Y/n). But with that thought in mind, Maddie shivered.

"Are the girls with you?" She was looking after Jee, and she would have Evie with her.

Where was (Y/n)? What was she doing? Were they being held hostage in a shop or a bank? Had they witnessed something and now the people wouldn't let them go? Was someone trying to kidnap the girls? What was happening?

"Oh, um just two adults and a baby." The tremble to (Y/n)'s voice made Maddie's eyes glisten over with tears and her fingers started to shake on the keys as she typed in newborn involved.

"Where's Jee?" The glitch in her voice made (Y/n) whimper down the line. It was such a quiet noise that Maddie would have missed it if she hadn't been listening so intently. But that sound made something twinge inside Maddie and the thought of her baby girl.

"No, we just need a cot for a two month old." It was so hard for (Y/n) to hold back her tears. She didn't want to cry, the man beside her would take the phone and end the call if she started to sob down the line, but she felt horrid.

She didn't know what had become of Jee.

She didn't have the time to try and run to her when a gun had been pressed against her back and her daughter had been threatened. (Y/n) wished she would have screamed or moved. Being shot would have been preferable to being taken and leaving Jee to the harm of strangers. If a strange man, a creep or a desperate woman found Jee instead of a kind parent then God only knew what had become of her now.

And it was all (Y/n)'s fault.

Maddie didn't have a response for that. She didn't know what to say, for what could she say in this situation? She couldn't very well start crying or asking (Y/n) what had happened with her daughter and why (Y/n) only had her child with her and not Maddie's girl too.

And she tried her best to put the bad thoughts to the back of her head. The thoughts that asked why had Jee been left and not Evie. Why her daughter and not (Y/n)'s?

But she figured this might be easier. Leaving a baby somewhere alone and you didn't know who would hurt them or snatch them. Jee had some intellect and sense, she wouldn't wander off with strangers and she would be able to run from a bad situation. A baby couldn't escape like a toddler could.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and tried not to look to her left. She didn't want to look across to the man who had forced her into this situation, but she needed to make sure he didn't suspect anything was wrong.

If he suspected she wasn't talking to a hotel receptionist and was in fact trying to call for help, he might do something rash. He could hit her, he could shoot her with the gun in his car door pocket. He could crash the car or threaten to hurt Evie. None of which (Y/n) could allow to happen, she couldn't have her daughter getting hurt. Not when she had already put her niece in jeopardy.

"We can check in right away, can't we? We're only half a-an hour away." They weren't far from the hotel (Y/n) was supposed to be calling.

She needed Maddie to know that. She needed her sister to know whereabouts she was and where they were aiming for so she could get the police to their location. (Y/n) needed help, she didn't know what to do in this situation.

Something like this had never happened to (Y/n) before.

All she did was go to the pram for a bottle for Evie. She hadn't said or done anything to make this man advance towards her and when he grabbed her and pressed a gun to her back, (Y/n) didn't know what to do.

She complied. She couldn't risk a bullet in her back which could potentially have gone straight through her and hit Evie. She couldn't risk this man taking Evie or going after Jee who had been safely across the park. Going along with his demand for her to stay silent and walk with him had been (Y/n)'s only option.

She let him snatch her phone and keys from her bag and guide her into her own car as if she was some criminal he was arresting. But now they were driving and this man was becoming more and more unhinged by the second.

He had gone from being silent to asking about Evie to now talking to (Y/n) as if he was her husband and they were on some kind of family vacation.

The sound of Maddie's comforting voice brought (Y/n) out her terrified thoughts. "Do you know the man?"

"No, thank you." (Y/n) had no idea who he was, but he seemed to know her. He knew her name, he knew how old Evie was and he knew where she lived, and yet (Y/n) was sure she had never seen his face before.

"Is he armed?"

"Yes, book it under (Y/n) Buckley."

(Y/n) moved her free hand to rub at her temple, warding off the headache that was so bad she felt like she was going to pass out. The gun might not be aimed at her right now, but she had seen it. This guy had a gun, he had used it to get (Y/n) into the car and he had the gun in his door pocket for an emergency. And something told (Y/n) he might use it on her.

"Okay, just bear with me."

The shaking in Maddie's fingers became worse as she muted her microphone and clicked across to the police radio.

"I need assistance, I have a kidnapping in progress. A mother and newborn baby are being driven on the motorway towards the Sunset hotel. Suspect is armed."

"Evie, baby shh it's okay." (Y/n) pressed the phone to her shoulder and tried to reach behind her into the back towards Evie when the little girl began to cry. She still hadn't been fed yet. (Y/n) didn't have chance to feed her when this guy took her. She would be distressed and hungry and tired and (Y/n) needed to settle her.

She didn't know whether the crying would antagonise this man or if he wouldn't care.

"Hang up the damn phone and settle the baby."

(Y/n) couldn't help the way she flinched at his words and she pulled away from Evie so she could coil in on herself near the door. She wanted as much space as possible between her and this man.

"(Y/n), tell him I've put you on hold." Maddie's voice was like a godsend and (Y/n) pressed the phone back to her ear to ensure the man wouldn't hear her sister in law.

"I- I'm on hold, I wanna m-make sure they get everything right. You- You didn't let me pack-"

"I've already packed for you. I got a red nightgown for you, I knew it was your colour the moment I saw it in the window."

Terror crawled through (Y/n)'s blood and curled a hand tightly around her throat until she couldn't breathe. Her elbows dug into her sides and her chest began to constrict and contort the longer she held her breath and stared at the stranger beside her like he had just told her the future.

How did he know that?

Evan had bought her a blood red nightgown almost two weeks ago. How did this man know that? It wasn't as if Evan would go around advertising something like that and he'd given it to (Y/n) at home, it wasn't something to give out in public. How did this man know Evan had bought and given her that? It couldn't be a coincidence or a lucky guess.

"How- I- Evan bought me that." (Y/n) spluttered through the words as bile rose in the back of her throat and her stomach clenched tight.

"You looked so beautiful when you tried it on-"

"No, no- don't do that. You couldn't possibly have seen that." (Y/n)'s head started to shake and she pressed her free hand to her mouth to stop any cry or scream from emitting from her lips.

He couldn't have seen her try that dress on. He couldn't have known what she looked like when she wore it. Evan was the only person who had seen it and knew (Y/n) had that. He was her husband, he was the one who saw (Y/n) wearing lingerie like that and who had the privilege to take it off.

This stranger couldn't know any of this.

"Don't antagonise him."

Maddie could tell her words had fallen upon deaf ears and she clicked her microphone on mute when she felt tears beginning to fall down her face. She could hear (Y/n) getting more and more upset and it wasn't going to help. She was going to enrage the kidnapper and the best thing to do in this situation was calm him down and let him think everything was going his way.

"You're not my husband. I want Evan."

It was as if Maddie could physically see the tears drenching down her sister in law's face and she could hear the agony in her words which made things ten times worse. She could hear (Y/n) beginning to cry, and the kidnapper getting more and more riled up.

She was breaking whatever fantasy this man had created in his head about them both. She was ruining what he was trying to create and that was going to make him volatile.

"(Y/n), just let him drive to the hotel. The police will be there waiting for you, okay?"

She had to calm (Y/n) down. She had to get her to try and hold her breath and regulate her system. (Y/n) needed to agree with this man. Maddie knew better than most that to rile up someone like that wasn't a good idea, going along with him was the best idea until the police could get (Y/n) and Evie safely away from him.

Maddie couldn't hear anything. She couldn't hear (Y/n) crying. She couldn't hear Evie whimpering or crying or getting distressed. She couldn't even hear the sound of the car on the motorway anymore.

"Okay? (Y/n), can you talk?" When she received no response, Maddie swiped her hand beneath her eyes as a cry burned at the back of her throat. "(Y/n) are you there?"

"I think (Y/n)'s done enough talking. Say goodbye."

Maddie didn't recognise that voice. She thought she might be lucky enough to recognise him as someone who hung around her sister or who worked with her. But he was unfamiliar to her. Chances were that if (Y/n) didn't know him or even know his name, then no one else would either.

"Pull that car over right now!" It wasn't like Maddie to raise her voice, but she couldn't help herself.

This man was threatening her sister and her niece. He was threatening Evan's family. Maddie couldn't hold her brother's broken pieces together if something happened to his wife and daughter. She wouldn't be able to stop Evan from spiralling and she wouldn't want to witness him going down a dark hole like that.

She couldn't have anything happening to them, but she was helpless to stop it. She couldn't do anything, sat here behind her desk with only a phone connecting her to the incident with her sister.

She felt Josh standing behind her and tuning in to the call to see what was going on. But she knew he had seen (Y/n)'s name on the screen in the information file that she had been filling out because his hand fell to her shoulder and gripped tight. She wasn't supposed to take personal calls where she would be too close to the situation, but she had. She was the only one who could help (Y/n).

Both of them shuddered and Maddie gasped when a rendition of her name tore past (Y/n)'s lips in such a horrific scream that Maddie thought she had died and gone to Hell right then and there.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)!"

Both Josh's hands moved to grip Maddie's shoulders when the line went dead. Recall didn't help. No one picked up the phone, it wouldn't even dial anymore.

Had they crashed? Or had the man thrown the phone out the window? Were the girls in danger or were they okay?

With a shuddering breath, Maddie shook off Josh's hands from her shoulders and shakily reached forward to click onto the fire response frequency. They might have crashed, the fire department would be best to respond along with the police.

"LAFD? T-this is dispatch, we might have a possibly crash on the 17 motorway. Mother and baby, and kidnapper."

"Alright dispatch, we're on-route."

"Bobby?" The harrowing tone to Maddie's voice set the Captain off guard and he frowned, tightening his hands on the wheel. He hadn't heard anyone say his name like that in months, years even.

"Yeah?"

"Is Buck with you?"

No sooner had Maddie asked the dreaded question, did she hear her baby brother's voice coming through the speakers. "I'm here, Mads what's wrong?"

She couldn't let Evan go into that situation blind-sided. She couldn't let him get to that scene and potentially find his wife and baby daughter injured. He needed a warning first. The team needed to restrain him and keep him in the truck, he couldn't be involved. He needed to be on the sidelines.

Tears drenched down Maddie's face and her hand pressed against her chest where it felt like her heart was tearing itself into shreds. She tried her best to take a deep breath, but the thought of her brother only made her cry harder.

"It- it's (Y/n). Her and Evie, t-they've been kidnapped."

[dark-and-kawaii]

Lovely Little Thing

Summary: You moaned as Sukuna’s cum pumped into your depths, the tip of his cock planted firmly against your cervix, not allowing a single drop to escape your rapidly swelling womb.

With one final thrust you slammed your hips down on Sukuna’s ridged fat cock, driving his cockhead against your cervix, “s’kuna~♡ mn’youre sho’ deep~ c-can feel you in m-my womb~♡” you mewled.

Sukuna just laid there on his back, two arms folded under his head, the other two holding your hips with a bruising grip. His head was tilted back slightly, but his eyes gazed up at you through hooded eyes. The king of curses gave a slight chuckle, a smug smirk pulling at his lips, “And how is this my fault, little lamb?”

Your cheeks flushed the prettiest of pink as your much smaller body continued riding him like a bitch in heat, your tits bouncing, jiggling, with each rise and fall of your hips. His massive, muscular body spread out under you, sweat glistening and muscles taut… he was the perfect picture of strength and power, and he was all yours.

“S’kuna~ bully my tummy~ mn’make me all mushy n’messy ♡“ you whined.

A large hand found its way to your tummy and pressed down, a lewd moan falling from your parted lips… you could feel his cock so perfectly against his hand, it was making you all dizzy.

Sukuna chuckled again, his thumb rubbing the small bulge his cock created, “Such a needy thing, so cute and pathetic, my little lamb, what am I to do with you hm? You want me to wreck you? Then let me see those delicious tears and fucked out smile.”

His grin was sharp, eyes wild… He wanted to break you, to make a blabbering mess of you until you were nothing more than his perfect little cocksleeve.

Keeping his hand pressed to your belly, feet firmly planted on the bed, Sukuna started snapping his hips up, his cock slamming into your cervix repeatedly, bullying that forbidden area until you were a sobbing mess on his lap.

Your eyes tear filled with pleasure, a dumb, fucked out smile on your face, your tongue lolled out, drool dribbling down your chin, “Ah-h-aah~♡ f-feels s-sogooood ♡♡ S-so big in m-me, f-feels like y-youre makin my t-tummy all swirlyyy ♡♡♡”

Sukuna’s thrusts didn't slow, in fact they got harder, his hips now a blur as his cock drove itself home with each snap of his hips. Your thighs trembled and shook, a tight heat coiling in your tummy, you could feel it, you were gonna cum, gonna cum from having the King of curses use you like a toy.

Your back arched, your eyes widened, your screams went silent, and your body spasmed uncontrollably. It felt as if only you and Sukuna existed in this world, your senses focusing on a white hot singularity of endless pleasure in your womb.

You nearly went limp, left weak by the intense climax, your muscles still spasming around the monster seated deep inside you.

Rope after rope of thick, white hot vitality deep into your spasming cunt, pumping straight into your womb. You moaned as Sukuna’s cum pumped into your depths, the tip of his cock planted firmly against your cervix, not allowing a single drop to escape your rapidly swelling womb.

When his last of his milky seed spilled into your needle little body, a warm, pleasant afterglow settled over his body. Opening his eyes, Sukuna saw that your once normal sized stomach was just perfectly bloated... Your overstuffed womb making you look as is you were already carrying his child.

With your body a wreck, you slumped forward resting on Sukuna's chest, your bloated tummy pressed against the warmth of his body lulling you to sleep, “S’k- s’kuna~luv you…” you slurred out.

Sukuna was caught off guard, he wasn't expecting such soft words, yet here you were, a soft smile on your pretty lips, telling him how much you loved him…

Raking his fingers through your hair, he gave a soft hum, a rare moment of tenderness, “Rest.”

The warmth and comfort of his muscular arms were like a castle made of skulls and bones, a comfort only you knew.

He looked down at your sleeping form, and a soft smirk pulled at his lips, “Love…” his eyes narrowed, “Such a human emotion,” his hand cupped your bloated belly, giving a slight push, drawing a sleepy moan from you, before settling his hand on the curve of your hip… it was such a pitiful emotion, but… it was one he may be willing to accept for you, his sweet little lamb.

[brainrotfm]

draft title: fat cock slow sex, sukuna x f!reader

divider credits to @cafekitsune

sukuna liked you best when you were thrashing.

he had no interest in restraints, binding your hands or feet in silly straps or cuffs to keep you still, having had several lifetimes worth of entrapment and no reason to ensnare you the same, not when he was twice your size and exponentially stronger than you could ever perceive.

no, he wanted you like this, at all times - splayed out unashamedly, blubbering nonsensically, hips wriggling for friction, small fists beating at his chest, trying to spurn a moment of reprieve or relief, whatever came quicker for the little darling trapped beneath your chosen predator.

why were you in such distress?

well, because sukuna loved taking your sopping, plushy little cunt and splitting her in half, bullying the fat girth of his cock as deep as possible before… just... stopping.

every. fucking. time. you should know better by now, always getting yourself into this mess, your fault for loving the most sadistic creature known to history —

a creature indeed, as sukuna rumbles above you, able to feel the timbre against the backs of your legs where they sat flush against his broad chest. his growling earned him a pitiful whimper in return, body twitching back and forth beneath his sheer mass, as if there was any hope for escape.

“so fucking wet for me, woman.”

“love sinking my cock into you and feeling this sweet pussy spasm around me.”

“should i sit here forever, just feeling your little cunt flex for me?”

of course, he won't move unless you beg for it. why should he? this is his favorite way to take you, after all - cunt clenching endlessly, clinging to his cock, weeping to be stuffed full of his cum whenever he pleased. he has no reason to indulge you unless you really put up a fight, and even then, he'll taunt you all the same. but beg you do, as you always do, happily the loser of this battle when this was a neverending game of his maintaining his attention.

“you sure, brat? i can always get you off just like this,” and he punctuated his point with a rough slide of his thumb over your slit, catching at your clit and pressing, “let you cum all over my cock without even moving, be my selfish little whore tonight. yeah?”

it's not enough though, never truly satisfying to finish like that, your hips twitching toward the sensation of being filled completely, satiated fully, the way that only sukuna could. only he knew how to cure the ache throbbing in your naval.

“okay little one, but you asked for it. we don’t stop til I say we stop.”

finally, finally he sat back on his heels, but there would be no mercy for you.

sukuna picked up your hips from where they rested against his impossibly large thighs, his eyes losing their focus on you. now, his gaze was trained on that delicious, glimmering cunt of yours, still pulsating around his cock, your anticipation drooling out of you. slowly, so slowly it would drive you insane, sukuna began to drag his cock back out of your perfect little heat, spit pooling in his mouth as he salivated at the sight. no point in wasting it - he spits down at the place your bodies connect, easing the pull, eliciting a twin shudder from both of you at the noise.

the problem with his misdirected focus was that it took forever for either of you to cum like this, which was the point, but you detested him sometimes for it, you really did. even if he let out the breathiest sighs of enjoyment, having you like this, that made your spine curl inside you.

when he has you right where he wants you, whimpering like a little bitch in heat, wide eyed simmering with want and unshed tears as he simply enjoys himself. inching himself out, and there's so much of him, dragging through you until the fat mushroom tip of his cock bulged the sensitive ring of your entrance - before plunging his hips forward, fucking you full in an instant, kicking the breath right out of your lungs.

your impatience was beginning to show as your hips wriggled, your breaths slipping an octave higher as a whine passed your lips right as sukuna began the slow drag out of you once again. he sighed dreamily above you, practically purring as he grinned at the trails of tears actively staining your cheeks,

“that's it, little one, cry for me. make me cum with those pretty tears."

[windyremedy]

title: like em’ mean ❄️🔥

tags: swearing, original characters, multiple povs, mean girl reader

This was it.

Today was the moment she’s been preparing for.

Ever since that day where he held the door open for her in the cafeteria, she knew one day their story would come full circle. I mean sure they hadn’t interacted much afterwards due to being in different courses but the quick beating of her heart knew that didn’t matter, it was just meant to be.

Todoroki Shouto halted in his steps staring at the wide eyed girl infront of him. Slightly shaking and stumbling over her words. The situation attracted nearby students to the scene.

“E-ehm h-hello Todoroki-san, I just wanted to tell you that I really, really, really like you!!!!!”

Murmurs filled the hallway as the nervous girl yelled out towards the infamous ice prince of U.A.

Some people looked away in embarrassment while others seemed to be watching as if a movie was about to play. Though it won’t be a romance genre that’s for sure because even with the vulnerable act displayed Todoroki’s expression hadn’t changed in the slightest. Internally however he was thoroughly annoyed.

He couldn’t count the amount of rejections he already made this past week and more and more just seemed to keep on coming. Despite the fact that it was common knowledge that he was already dating somebody.

That someone being the person who’s nearing the whole debacle. Well at least he wouldn’t have to do the rejecting this time.

“Oh what do we have here?” a faux confusion voiced out dripping with a sweet but poisonous venom.

Taking his arm you wrapped yourself on his right side as you looked at the trembling girl. Although she seemed innocent there was no denying the pure hatred she had in those glaring eyes.

“I-I just…”

“I-I what??” You mocked.

Her face glowered with frustration.

“You don’t deserve him! you’re selfish and mean—” she exploded but you cut her off.

“I’m mean!!? Ha! Who’s the whore that’s trying to steal another person’s lover?”

“That…I…everyone knows he’s only with you cause you’re forcing him!”

You had to hold back a laugh as you raised one brow, taunting her.

“And where did you hear that? it couldn’t possibly be from your friends when you have…y’know..none.”

Her face simmered to a pitiful look. Pathetic if you really wanted to be honest.

The little confidence there was left went away as she fell into despair when noticing Todoroki not even looking her away.

If she had to guess what he’s feeling although it pains her to assume so. He seemed even bored of the entire situation when it was the most humiliated she’s ever felt in her entire life.

Holding back a sob she ran from the scene as the crowd scattered.

“What a bitch.” you opinionated out loud.

Grabbing onto his biceps as he led you to his locker, where he initially wanted to go to get his things before getting unfortunately interrupted.

“Sorry about that love.” he kissed your cheek as you both reached the area.

You instantly calmed down reassuring him.

“It’s not your fault—“

As he grabbed the door handle open, envelopes after envelopes fell. Pink cream colored notes with love hearts you stood there in complete and utter fury.

“It’s not even Valentine’s Day!!! How am I the mean one when they keep doing this shit!!? It’s not my fault I don’t roll over the moment I get into a heated situation. These damn slu—“

He gathered all the notes.

“It’s okay I’ll throw them away.”

“I’d rather you burn them.” you said crossing your arms.

“I can do that too.”

Not even sparing a glance he quickly used his quirk to get rid of everything.

“Ugh, this might just be the worst day ever. I mean no one has it worse than me right now.”

“Definitely.” he’d answer pulling you closer to him.

“Like I literally hate everyone.”

Todoroki places a hand on your cheek and tilts your head making you fizzle into putty in his hold.

“Even me?”

You shook your head leaning closer going on your tipy toes.

“Never you Sho.” you answered softly, placing your hands on his chest.

With that both of you shared a sweet kiss.

Okay so maybe you were mean, but never with him.

Side blurb:

Denki: so are mean girls your type?

Shoto: I don’t have a type.

Denki: …

Reader: *Is currently intimidating another girl*

inspo: “That bitch could never be me in her life, that bitch could never be me in her life.” — Flo Milli Never Lose Me (Remix) ft. SZA & Cardi B

©windyremedy

[rafesslxt]

Hiii! I love your work! I was wondering if you could write something where Mattheo and the reader are enemies with sexual tension and one day their friends lock them in a room together and won’t let them out till they fuck and they eventually do?

Thank you!!

Hii love, love the idea, hope u have fun reading. Thank you for your request 🤍☁️

SAY YOU HATE ME | m. riddle

summary: reader and mattheo hate each other so their friends lock them together in a room

warnings: pure filthy smut!, enemy‘s to lovers, insults, arguing, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, rough, fingering, sucking on fingers, coming inside reader

words: 3,1k

When Pansy, Draco and Blaise told me they have a suprise for me, I wasn‘t really convinced and sure it was some kind of prank but I also wasn‘t a quitter or a party booper so I sighed and let Pansy put the blindfold over my eyes like she wanted to.

She grabs me by my arm and starts leading me through our common room. We walk for like 5 minutes until they stop and tell me to be quit. I nod and take a deep breath when I hear them open a door. Pansy gently pushes me forwards and I can hear her smile while saying "Have fun you two." My eyebrows furrow together. What does she mean 'you two' ? I hear the door closing behind me with a few giggles so I take my blindfold off and turn towards the door. "What the hell guys?" I yell through the door.

"Oh so that's their plan." I suddenly hear someone say behind me. I spin around, seeing Mattheo Riddle sitting on the edge of a bed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask him, my eyes looking at him and then around the room we're in.

"First of all, we're in my room , so I could ask you the same. Second, isn't it obvious to you what they're trying to do?" "Oh hell no!" Angry I walk back to the door and bang against it with my hands. "Pansy! let me out!" I hear them whispering behind the door before Lorenzo's voice speaks up. "You two will not get out until you talk about your problems." "Yeah or fuck them out." I hear Draco laughing. "Draco!" Pansy hisses.

"Guy's this isn't funny! I have things to do!" I answer, hoping they would do the right thing. But who am I kidding? "No what really isn't funny is how you two always argue with each other and ruin the vibe in our friend group for years now! So talk or never get out of there!" Blaise answers and I can basically hear him rolling his eyes before they disappear from the door.

I turn around then and look at Mattheo. "This is your fault! I hope you know that." I bitch at him, sitting on the other bed in the room that is Theodore's. He starts laughing and looks at me as If I have 3 heads. "Are you kidding me? If someone is responsible for this then it's you! You're the one who always acts like a bitch to me." "Hm, maybe I wouldn't act like a bitch If you wouldn't be such a pain in the ass with your stupid comments all day long."

He raises his eyebrows and leans forwards, his elbows on his knees now. "Oh you think so? Maybe I wouldn't have to leave stupid comments If you would consider using your brain for even a second."

My eyes widen at his comment. "Excuse me? You're just mad about the fact that I'm the only fucking girl in this school who isn't on her knees for you! Sorry Mattheo, not every woman thinks you're it."

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me, making his curls bounce slightly over his forehead. "This is ridiculous. As If I would even want you to be on your knees for me." I scoff at that. "Yeah why should you, right? Your type is dumb and brainless. Oh sorry, I forgot whore."

I see his face getting red and his jaw clenching. Suddenly he stands and walks over to me until he stands in between my legs, making me widen my eyes at him. He leans forward and speaks "What is your problem y/n? Why are you so fucking nice to everyone, acting like a little angel but are the biggest bitch the next second. Only to me of course. What is it that bugs you so much huh?" he breathes against my face, looking right into my shocked eyes.

"I - I just told you - you're always a pain -" "- in the ass. I know. But Draco is too. And I don't see you bitching at him like you do at me." "That's different. Draco is Pansy's boyfriend and I have respect for that." He scoffs at my excuse and to be honest, he was right. But why should I tell him?

"You know.. I kinda get a feeling, that you do want to be one of them." he starts, looking intensely at my lips. I swallow and look into his dark eyes. "One of who?" A smirk plays on his lips when he gets closer, making me back away a little until I'm just supporting myself with my elbows behind me, his body leaning over mine but not touching it. I feel his body heat around mine, my cheeks getting a little flushed at the warmth. He grins and answers me." " Dumb, brainless... a whore."

I gasp at his comment but before I could protest he speaks again. "Maybe then you would have a chance with me. Maybe that's why you're mad at me. Because your little brain always gets in the way and If it would just shut up for a second, then maybe you would have a chance." My eyes almost get stuck at the back of my head at how hard I just rolled them. "First of all, that doesn't even make sense. And like I said. I don't want you."

Then I feel his right hand on my waist, slowly tracing the bare skin on there due to my short crop top. "Then why are your cheeks blushing? Why aren't you pushing me away? You're so locked into my eyes that you're just laying under me like a little helpless thing." I swallow down the clump in my throat at his words. He'r right? Why am I still under him? Normally I would have smacked the shit out of him.

"See." he starts with a smirk. "You do want this. Me. You're just too stubborn to admit that I get under your skin all the time because you want me." I breath get's stuck in my lungs when I feel his fingers on my waist wandering over my stomach. "And you know what's the worst part of it? I just want you as much as you want me. I wanna taste every single part of your body." he whispers against my lips, now just an inch away from mine. "What?" I whisper back in shock. He want's me? What the hell is going on? Did they slip something in his drink too? Is that the actual prank? Him pretending to want me?

"You heard right.." his lips get away from my face again, switching towards the side of my throat. ".. I want you so fucking bad. And you're making me go crazy with your stupid comments all the time. Every time we're with our friends and you start insulting me, I just want to pull you near the first surface possible and fuck you stupid in front of them." After that his lips meet the skin of my neck, a gasp leaving my lips at the sudden contact. His breath was warm and his lips so so soft. Goosebumps erupt over my whole body instantly.

"Mattheo.." I whisper as a warning, but for what I don't know. "What? Are you scared that I'm right? Scared that you will let those walls down? That you let me take you?" I yelp when he bites down on my neck, leaving a light mark. "Come on.. tell me you hate me."

I want t, but I can't. The words just won't leave my mouth when my eyes start closing at the pleasure he's giving me on my neck. I starts kissing down towards my collarbone, nibbling at my skin here and there. Involuntary I arch my back, pressing my body against his.

His mouth moves down to my cleavage, kissing the top of my breasts. "Fuck you taste so good, y/n. Tell me you want this." I remain silent until he pinches my nipples lightly through my top, a whimper leaving my mouth.

"Tell me you want this too or I will stop. Come on baby." The little hairs on my neck raise when he calls me that. I slowly nod, my eyes still closed. "Words. I need words. And open your eyes for me." I slowly open them, looking right into his when I do so. "Say it.." he whispers against my lips, grazing them with his own. "I - I want you too." I finally say, putting a smirk on his face before he presses his lips against mine, his left hand finding my cheek.

The kiss is passionate and longing, leaving no air in our lungs. "Fuck, this is gonna be so so good." he groans against me, climbing on top of me now fully.

He pushes my legs apart with his knees, settling between them afterwards. When he lets go of my lips, breathing heavy, he works his way down with his mouth again, starting at my chest. I bite down on my lip and let my hands go through his curls, pulling on some strands. He groans when I pull, his hands roaming up my body until he squeezes my tits through my top. They slowly push my top upwards until my chest is completely exposed. He looks down at me and grins satisfied. "Fuck how could you hide that for so long from me baby? You're killing me." he groans and I see him pushing his hips down against the mattress for some friction. I think this is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. Mattheo grinding against the mattress because he's hard for me.

He starts massaging my tits, leaning down with his mouth, sucking on my nipple. "Oh -" I press my lips together, trying to be quiet. I pull harder on his hair, making him groan and grind against the mattress again. God help me.

"If you keep pulling on my hair like that I'm not gonna last another second." he breathes out when he lets go of my nipple. A grin forms on my lips when I suddenly got my confidence back. " Oh so you mean you will last longer than a minute?" He frowns at me before leaning down again and biting my nipple, while playing with the other one. "Mattheo!" I hiss loudly making him laugh devilish against my skin.

"I don't know If I want you to scream my name or shutting the fuck up." he chuckles when he starts pulling down my skirt. "How about you shut the fuc-" before I could finish my sentence he stuffs two fingers into my mouth. "Use your mouth for something good and suck baby." I roll my eyes but still do as he says. I run my tongue around the top of his fingers playfully, smiling while doing so.

I gasp when I feel his other hand on my clothed pussy. "Shit, you're soaked y/n. Fucking dripping." he says with his jaw hanging down and his eyes on my private part.

With two fingers he pulls my panties down, making me gasp at the cold air against my wetness. "You make me go crazy, you know that? Bet you're so tight - oh fuck yeah." he moans when he slowly enters me with his fingers he used to pull my underwear down. You could hear the wetness all over the room. I bit down on his fingers when he starts to pump them in and out faster. "Hm yeah fucking moan for me, come on." he bites down on his lip while watching my lips wrapped around his fingers. I buckle my hips when his thumb starts teasing my clit, only touching it for a short moment before letting go of it. I indeed moan around his fingers, closing my eyes.

"I'm so hard for you I can't believe it myself." he mumbles to himself, leaning down so his breath hits my clit, pulling a whimper from me this time. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and I hear them working his belt. "Mattheo please.." "What baby? Talk to me.." "Mhh I need more.. wanna feel you." I completely forget my pride while he fucks me with his fingers.

"Wanna feel my cock inside you? That's what you want?" "Fuck yes - please!" He pulls his fingers out of me, smiling when I whine in protest. I look up at him and see him sucking my juices off his fingers, making my stomach flip. "Taste so good princess." he groans and bites his bottom lip after pulling his fingers out of his mouth.

I watch him puling his pants down his legs, kicking them somewhere in the room. He pulls his shirt over his head, making me gasp in surprise. I knew he is fit but that fit? "Wanna take a picture?" he asks me cockily. "You wish." I scoff but smile as I see him smiling too.

I look down at him and gulp when I see the outline of his cock. "Don't worry baby, you're so wet for me It will fit without any trouble." He grabs my ankles and pulls me towards the edge of the bed. He places my legs over his shoulders, groaning again. " If I knew all these things about you I would have fucked you way earlier. For example how flexible you are." I giggle and raise my eyebrows. "I have a lot more hidden talents." "I bet." he says with a heavy breath, taking his cock into his hand and teasing my clit with his tip, brushing it over it again and again. "Mattheo.." I whine, desperate to feel him.

"I want you to beg me, just likee the little whore you are." he grins wickedly at me, using my words against me. he starts dragging his tip over my pussy, pushing it against my entrance but not enough to enter me. "Please fuck me Mattheo, please. I need to feel you, please."

He doesn't waste a second, pushing his whole length into me. "Oh my god!" I almost scream, feeling him in places I thought would't even be possible. Mattheo groans, squeezing his eyes shut, his mouth wide open. "Oh you're so fucking tight, unbelievable." He starts moving his hips in a fast pace, thrusting harder against me every time a moan or whine leaves my lips.

"You feel so good - so fucking good inside of me - fuck." I star babbling, only spurting Mattheo on. "Yeah baby, that's it. Just feel how my cock feels inside you tight little cunt. Such a pretty pussy for me." I let out a loud whine and start to claw into his back.

"Harder." he groans, his left hand finding it way around my throat. I dig my nails deeper into his skin making him chuckle deeply and smile down at me with dark eyes. Oh shit. His grip around my throat tightens, making me even wetter, " You like that, baby? Who would have thought that our little angel is such a whore for me huh?"

His hips start to move even faster than before, hitting my cervix at some point. "Oh Mattheo -" I choke out between some broken sobs. I don't know when the last time was where someone fucked me this good.

He laughs like the devil himself and says "what baby? thought you do't want me hm?" I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel a deep feeling inside my tummy. "Fuck I feel your little pussy squeezing me, you're close?" I just nod and gasp.

He slowly down to which I whine in protest. "No, no please Mattheo. Don't stop, please." I beg him without a second thought.

"Tell me you hate me again. Come on." I shake my head and groan in frustration. "Why not?" "I - I can't" He grins in satisfaction and picks up the pace from before. My walls start clenching around him, my hips buckling up against him widely and without a rhythm. "Scream my name." Mattheo." "Louder, fucking louder so they hear how we talked about our problems." he grins. "Fuck, Mattheo!" Then it hits me, like a wave crashing over me when I come around his cock, spasming around him.

"God you're milking me, baby." he moans when he feels me around him. While my head get's dizzy and I only see starts around me, he gets even faster and rougher, making me whimper now that I'm so sensitive. "Fucking come again." he demands, his tone deeper now. " I - I can't Mattheo. I'm so sensitive." I whimper when he rubs my clit again and fucks me shard that the headboard of the bed crushes against the wall. Oh they could definitely hear us.

"I promise you can baby, come on, It will feel so good princess. Just one more, for me." he says, working his finger so delicious against me. My lip trembles when he pulls a second orgasm from me, leaving me a whimpering mess under him. "Fuck yes, yes." His movements lose their rhythm, pumping his cock into me with zero control.

"Nhg baby I'm gonna come - fuck - where -" "come inside me." I say, still feeling like I'm on a cloud. He let's out a quite whimper before coming, but I still heard it. Then I feel his hot cum inside me, his body falling on top of mine while he still ruts against me. "Shit.." he breathes out heavily when he slowly comes down from his high.

I see him swallowing when he looks down at me. "I'm gonna die If this is a one - time thing." he says, making my heart miss a beat.

"It's not." I whisper against his lips before kissing him with a smile. He slowly pulls out of me, we both look down. I see him smirking when his cum leaks out of me.

Suddenly the door opens, both of our heads turning towards it. We see our friends standing in the doorway with confused looks and mouth wide open. The only one that looked smug about it was Draco. " Told you so." he chuckles. "Wow.." Enzo whispers looking at us. "I think I hate you too, y/n." he says. Mattheo pulls the bedsheets over us and growls at him. " You wish." "What the fuck! Why on my bed?" Theo yells, making all of us burst out in laughter.

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[sunnytotherescue]

guuh i might have an ear infection blah blah blah Im horny here's desperate Dia to soothe the soul (TT)

cw: dubcon, assumed consent (you knew he was about to pull some shit🙄)

Something heavy is on you. It was just the faint feeling of touch at first, the sense of skin coming into contact with your own. Then it had been his weight, heavy and full on your already achy hips. The sharp rush of pleasure was what snapped your eyes open, letting you get a good look at the debauched man on top of you. Diavolo riding your cock like there was no tomorrow, expression already fucked out and chest heaving with each breath.

The poor bastard had been messaging you recently, hiding behind polite texts and subtle hints. But you were no idiot, you knew good and well what begging looked like. A prince metaphorically down on his knees for you, deprived of your attention for far too long. Don't go blaming him though!! His schedule was filled up and the brothers covered every second of yours :(

You let him have his way for a little while longer, entertained enough by watching his tits jiggle as he tried to keep the noises spilling from his mouth to a minimum. Failing, obviously.

Oh he really was such a slut wasn't he? Couldn't even go a full week without your cock filling him up! Poor prince Diavolo, sitting all alone as his desk while fisting his aching dick, trying so hard to ignore the papers in front of him and focus on the image he had of you in his head. Poor prince Diavolo, fucking himself with a specially made dildo, one modeled after a human in a desperate attempt to see what you might feel like. Poor prince Diavolo, crying all alone in his bed because nothing was ever enough to satisfy him, not when you walked around like a juicy piece of meat, just out of reach.. the list could go on and on.

He might aswell be with how pent up he was. Sneaking out of his own castle, away from his own butler with one goal in mind? Making his way through the house in the dead of night, already buzzing with need by the time he'd gotten to your door? You should keep him like this more often.

You grunted on a particularly hard bounce, deciding to end his fun.

"Dia...Diavolo." Golden eyes shot up to meet yours, his expression flailing once he finally realized you had awoken. And yet still, his hips refused to pause. "Ah, ahm- m'sorry!" Diavolo whimpered, practically hopping on your cock as the fat of his thighs jiggled with each bounce. "Ju- just couldn't wait any- ah! hhnngg- anymore!" He squealed, rolling his ass down onto you, velvety walls squeezing around you with each squelch like a bitch in heat.

Diavolo nearly sobbed once he finally managed to hit that gummy spot inside of him, nails digging into your chest with renewed desperation,, not that he could ever get over you.

Your precious prince got all the special treatment he wanted, ending up flat on his stomach with his ass up in the air, plush cheeks spread just so you could watch how his hole eagerly sucked in your cock. It was such a lewd sight for the future king of devildom to be in, but he must've been made for it!!

"please- pleaaash!~" Diavolo whined, drool dripping down his chin as those golden eyes of his rolled back, hips desperately trying to meet your pace. Oh, how perfect he looked getting split open like this. Fat ass bouncing with every movement, claws digging into your sheets, big dick hanging uselessly between his thighs like a leaky faucet,,,

Pretty red locks were pulled by the roots as you yanked his back flush against your chest. The motion caused him to take in all of you at once, drawing out a loud broken wail and he swears he could feel you in his lungs. "n-nnhhaa- sho deheep!!" Diavolo cried, tears clouding his vision- and he couldn't help but slam back on your cock, quickening the lewd plap plap plap that rang in his ears like a mantra.

You finally pump him nice and full of your warm load until it spilled out around your length, creating a white ring at the base. He came along with you, cum spraying out from his angry red tip that had gone entirely untouched. Diavolo babbles on and on about how full he is, how he needs more and how he can't wait to get pregnant!

Hm. The future king of the Devildom swollen with your kids was definitely a ,,thought.

But it was a thought for a different night, you could entertain the idea for now, if only to fill him up some more!...

..he'll mention how it's actually possible later (*´ ˘ `*)

[frudoo]

For the slasher 141 AU, imagine they didn’t find the guy. He lays low, evading police and CPS until they eventually lose interest, or another case “takes priority” (AKA they can sweep it under the rug.)

141 lies waiting, but maybe it slips their minds, until John gets a call that reader’s been attacked by the guy, or maybe it’s a hostage situation type deal where he has reader and her class under duress while making orders. Does reader dare to try and fight back, knowing her class and the legal trouble it could bring? Does she pretend to comply, until she can overpower him?

Alternatively, 141 using her as bait (consensually ofc) to lure a notorious abuser out of hiding that goes horribly wrong. Love your AU!

I am kissing your brain right now anon

Reader gets some more backstory <3

Part 2 to this.

Warnings: Dark!Fic/DDDNE. Mentions of abuse. Brief mention of teen pregnancy, forced miscarriage, infertility, hysterectomy. Cancer. Cliffhanger ending (sorry!).

“Faster, bitch!”

     You grip the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenched shut. You want nothing more than to smart off to him, but you know better than that. With four armed and dangerous men of your own, you’d think that they would have taught you to check your surroundings at all times, or at the very least to always lock your damn car. You thought it was harmless—all you had to do was run back inside the building to grab your lunchbox you’d left by accident. How were you supposed to know that someone with a vendetta would sneak into your backseat?

     You had forgotten all about the situation for the most part—Oliver had been coming to your class like normal, happy and unscathed, and his mom had been picking him up with no issue. Maybe that’s why you’d assumed the police had taken his father into custody, or that the man simply just didn’t want to come after you. That theory has been completely obliterated, now, with his knife to your neck, barking orders in your ear. 

     “Are you deaf? I said faster!” He’s erratic, positively irate, and you can feel the cool blade pressing harder against your throat. 

     He’s been screaming at you to take him to his wife’s house, and you plan to do just that. You know for a fact that Oliver’s mother has taken him to her parents’ house because she felt unsafe at her own—too many bad memories and the nagging fear that her husband may come back—and for good reason, apparently. The house is totally empty.

     “I’m trying not to get pulled over,” you say plainly, willing yourself not to wince as he leans in closer, hot breath puffing against the side of your face.

     “Whatever. Just- just fucking get there.”

     The man leans back once more, but he’s getting more and more anxious by the second, frantically checking his phone and tapping his leg nervously. You use his distraction as an opportunity to pull out your own cell, quickly searching for one of your lovers’ contacts. You land on John’s, cautiously typing out an SOS and sending it. There’s a read receipt immediately and you know John is already tracking your location, making Simon start the truck and gathering up the other two. 

     You hide your phone before the fuming man behind you can see what you’ve been doing and pray that Simon’s reckless driving will get them at the house around the same time as you do. Your heart and head are pounding with irritation and, for the first time in a while, true fear. 

     Suddenly, you feel like you’re sixteen again, with your father pressing the tip of his blade into your pregnant belly. You can still hear his voice berating you, calling you words no daughter should ever hear from her father. You can still feel the excruciating pain of the bowie penetrating your abdomen right where your womb sat. You can still remember driving yourself to the hospital and being told that you’d lost your baby, and as a result of the knife wound, would never be able to conceive again. There’s emptiness where your uterus should be, loss where there should have been life. Your boyfriend at the time left you after finding out about your hysterectomy. 

     Sometimes you wish you could have been the one to kill your father. Not the stupid fucking cancer that slowly made him hate you less and less as he got weaker. The sickness seemed to take all the spite in his heart and manifest it into a malignant tumor in his pancreas. The doctors found the mass too late, just like your father found some twisted form of love for you far too long after he ruined you. You didn’t have control over his fate, but you do have control over the piece of shit behind you.

     It’s another fifteen minutes of being threatened before you finally make it to the house, and your heart drops when you realize that your boys aren’t there yet. Your mind starts racing—what if they got pulled over? What if they got into a wreck? You don’t know what the hell you’d do without them, especially not now, as the man is dragging you out of the car and forcing you inside the house with him. Thankfully, it’s empty as you expected, but that just infuriates Oliver’s dad more. 

     “Where the fuck are they?” He grabs you by the throat, spittle spraying across your face in his rage. 

     “I don’t know,” you whimper.

     You’re cursing yourself for showing him just how scared you are. He can practically smell your anxiety and it fuels his ego, makes him squeeze your neck so tight that you know it’ll leave bruises. You’ve already resigned yourself to the fact that this is more than likely where you’ll die, with no courage rising up from your belly and none of your boys to have your back. Maybe it’s a fitting end—your father coming back in a different body to finish the job he was too weak to complete all those years ago. 

     “I think you do,” he hisses, tightening his hand and effectively cutting off your air supply.

     Your vision goes spotty and then black, gasping for breath but not even bothering to fight back. At worst, your death will alert the police and your lovers won’t even get to see your body for the last time as you’re dragged to the morgue. At best, the boys will finally show up and get rid of this fucker, albeit too late to save you, but at least they’ll get to see you and take you back home to lay you to rest. Your absence may hurt for a while but things would inevitably go back to normal—and your sweet little kiddos at the daycare. They’re still so young that they won’t remember you after a while, and you take comfort in that fact as you slowly lose consciousness.

     You don’t feel your body hit the ground.

[satorusugurugurl]

My Little Milk Cow

Summary: You and Satoru go to a Halloween party at a local bar with some friends. Only to get a little too into character~!

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader

Warning: language, role-play, breeding kink, nipple play, sex, unprotected sex, creampie, (a little animal play idk guys)

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: Kinktober day four: Dress Up: Cowboy!Gojo! God to be on his farm! 😩🩵

“Oh my god.” Utahime laughed out loud as she took one look at your costume.

“What’s so funny?” You laughed along with her as Shoko wrapped her arm around Utahime, her eyes glancing you over with a roll of her eyes. “Not you too, Sho!”

“Sorry, you just look—udderly ridiculous.”

“I couldn't agree more. Oh, by the way, someone was looking for you earlier.” Utahime sipped on her beer. “His name was Old McDonald.”

“Oh yeah, he has a farm!”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your tight cow print top. “Hardy-har bitches.” They could tease you all they wanted, but you felt so confident in yourself. You were wearing a spaghetti strap form-fitting cow print top and matching pants. The horn headband matched your makeup, and you wrapped a finger around the tail attached to your pants. You, indeed, were as cute as a button.

“Why? Just why?”

“I wanted to match with Toru. It's a couples costume!”

“Why is he? A bull?”

“Oh Utahime~ you really lack imagination, don't you?”

That cocky voice belonged to none other than your boyfriend. A boyfriend you were having a hard time looking at this evening. And no, it wasn’t because he looked like a dork in his costume. It was the complete opposite. He looked too good in his costume.

Tight denim jeans hugged his long, lanky legs, which were tight enough to see the bulge in his pants. He wore a turquoise cowboy belt adorned with silver. Your eyes trail further up along the dark navy blue and black plaid shirt he is wearing, three buttons undone, giving you the perfect view of his collarbone while the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his toned, veiny forearms.

His outfit was perfect when it came to his body. But holy fuck, looking past his neck had you biting your lip and clawing at the floor to stop yourself from jumping on top of him. He smiled, his pretty lips curling up and showing off his dimple. All the while motherfucker tipped his black cowboy hat forward, blindfold, securely in place, hiding his beautiful eyes from the world. Not to mention, his ass was perfect, plump biteable perfection! Satoru was so good-looking all the time. But tonight, he looked like a whole-ass feast. You couldn’t believe that this man, who looked like he was hand-picked to be in the newest Western film in Hollywood, was your boyfriend.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Gojo!”

“Yikes~ sorry!” he draped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close flush against the side of his body. “But what do you think? I’m a cowboy, and she’s my little milk cow~”

“Milk cow?” Shoko snorted, returning her attention to the bar and signaling the bartender to refill her shot glass. Just as she turned back, Satoru quickly looked around before reaching around your body and grabbing both your breasts that were straining against your shirt, giving them a firm squeeze.

The most embarrassing sound left your lips before Satoru could open his mouth to joke around. You moaned out loud in the middle of a busy bar. Shoko choked on her shot, alcohol spurting out of her nose. Utahime gave you a look that was plump and full of judgment. Denial settled in your stomach like a large meal as Satoru hummed incredulously behind you.

You struggled to find the words to justify the sound that left your mouth. But there was no coming back from that. From those sounds that left your mouth. All you could do was look away as Satoru’s warm hands released their hold on your breasts, slowly grazing your skin as he moved them to grab your upper arms. Your bottom lip quivered as his fingers slowly slid up and down your arms, teasing your pretty skin as he inched closer to your ear.

“Ooh, my little cow seems like she's sensitive here.” His knuckles barely grazed over your chest. “Need me to milk you~?” from the twitching bulge pressing against your ass, you knew what he meant. And you weren't doing any better with the wet, slick coating the inside of your panties.

“Yes, please.”

The drive back to Gojo’s estate was full of heavy petting and kissing. You were practically waiting each other up, barely making it inside of the house as Gojo pinned you up against the wall growling against your swollen lips. You were dizzy, as he pressed his knee between your legs bringing it up to grind against your throbbing core. Your body was on fire, every touch ignited more need in you. Especially when his hands found your breasts again.

"Oh, baby. You're getting full, aren't you?" He purred, moving a hand up to his head to slick back his long, white fluffy hair. "I can take care of that for you. I think my way would make it feel better."

"It would?" You asked, whimpering softly.

Gojo nodded before he bent down, setting his broad shoulderto your waist, lifting you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom. "I'll fix it, baby~" You whined, thinking about the sweet pleasure that was going to come to you soon.

"Shh, it's alright, sweetheart." He gently put you down on the bed, kneeling in front of you. "I'm going to make it all okay, baby." Toru pulled your top up and over your head, growling at the large black bra that squeezed your tits. "Oh fucking Christ.”

You looked at your breasts. "It’s a push-up bra." You said, tossing your head back. They jiggled. “I really feel like I'm a cow."

They were so sensitive, and with each jiggle, your hardened nipples brushed over the fabric of the bra, making you shiver. All of this was because of Satoru. Damn him and his devilishly good looks!

Gojo growled at the sight of your pretty tits as he pulled your bra down. "Oh? You are my little milk cow, huh? Don't worry, baby, I'll drink all that milk for you." He smirked as he grabbed both of your tits, pressing them to his face and licking at your hardened nipples.

God, you tasted so good, it was almost criminal. Your sweat, the smell of your body wash, and your natural taste had Gojo feeling drunk even without drinking a drop of alcohol. He groaned. He was swirling his tongue around the sensitive buds, thinking about how good your milk would taste if you were pregnant. Maybe he should knock you up for real, make you his little milk cow.

You gasped, feeling his tongue working extra hard against your nipples. It was as if he was genuinely working to draw out nonexistent milk, wishing it would coat his tongue. God, he looked so good, blindfold still covering his eyes as he feasted on your breasts. He really looked like a cowboy. He was acting like one, too, raw, honest, and massaging you as if he truly wanted to milk you against his tongue.

You were losing yourself, getting caught up in the fantasy, so you blurted out the only thing your mind could think of.

"M-Moo!" You shouted out loud before seizing up, hesitating for a brief moment as your cry registered to your ears. God, what were you thinking? Did that seriously just come out of your mouth?!

Satoru had paused completely, looking up at you in shock, lips still sealed around one of your nipples for a split second. After that initial shock passed, he reached up. You watched as his long finger hooked under his blindfold, tugging it down, revealing dark, lust-filled eyes. The crystalline cerulean blue orbs fluttered back as he let out a groan you’d never heard before—a groan of pure, unadulterated need.

"Fuck!" He didn't know if he had ever been that hard in his life. His cock strained hard against his pants as he pressed you down against the bed, sucking desperately at your tits like a starved man at his last

"M-Mhmm!" You moaned in pleasure and relief. The more he sucked, the less pressure you felt. "T-Toru, so good, baby.”

Satoru groaned as he sucked harder, tasting how sweet you were. "Fuck, I could cum just from this."

"Mhmm, don’t cum too soon." You said, biting your lip and tugging it between your teeth. "I want to cum with you.”

Toru smirked down at you when he squeezed your tots like he had back at the bar. Imagining them being swollen with milk, god he needed to breed you. "Want me to make you feel even better, little cow?” You groaned, running the pale of your hands down his shirt, your fingers grazing over the material seductively.

"Yes, please, Master.” You cooed, sliding your hands down further, cupping his hard cock. "Will you give me your milk now?"

Gojo hissed in pleasure, pushing you into the mattress as he ground his hips down against yours. "Inside your pussy, Sweetheart? I'll give you a baby if you want. Then I could drink your milk."

Hearing him say that had you shivering at the idea of him breeding you and knocking you up. Fuck why did that sound so good?

"Yes! Fuck I want Toru!" You said, watching him grind against you. "Fuck, I want to have your babies!”

“Ask me then.” He reached down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping the almost too-tight blue jeans. “Ask me to breed you.”

“P-Please! Please breed me!”

Satoru couldn't hold back; he roared in need, ripping both your clothes off before flipping you over and mounting you. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Sweetheart.” He rubbed his tip against your already wet entrance.

"Good," You mewled out, grinding back against him. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

With another growl, Toru hissed as he forced his cock fully inside your tight wet pussy. "Nnngh!!" You threw your head back. “Fuck! Fuck you’re so wet and tight?!” He whispered in disbelief at the feeling of how wet you were.

"A-Ah of my god, fuck!" You gripped the sheets, nearly cumming already.

“Heh~ I’m so good I’ve rendered you speechless?” Satoru questioned, holding your hips tight before beginning to slam into you. "Fuck, you feel so good."

"Oh god, Toru," You said, looking back at your boyfriend. The smell of clean linen and musk had you craving more of him. You wanted everything he had to offer you. "Fucking breed me, baby."

Toru's eyes snapped open at your request. Hearing such dirty words combined with his already throbbing cock. Had him on edge already. He growled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and making you gasp as he slammed into you with all of his might. The headboard slammed against the wall as he slammed in and out, in and out of your pussy. The wet, squelching sounds bounced off the walls of your bedroom as he lost complete and total control over himself.

He needed to breed you. To knock you up. Fuck he needed it and wanted it. Those thoughts, the raw, primal, animalistic need to procreate with you, pushed him further. In that moment, with his cock slamming in and out of you, as you screamed, eyes rolling back, hands gripping the sheets. Satoru reached around, finding your breasts. He squeezed them, pinching and pulling at your nipples.

“T-Toru!” He watched as one hand released your grip on the sheets, darting between your legs and rubbing your clit as you approached your orgasm. “C-Cu—” Your words were cut off by a scream as your walls clamped down on his cock mid-thrust as you came.

“Nnngh!” Gojo clenched his teeth in a loud but surprised whine as he came hard inside of you, pumping you full of his cum. "Fuck!! S-Sweetie! Fuck ooooh~!! Fuuck!!"

You whimpered, moaning as you slowly came down from your orgasm. You were giggling as he kissed up your neck with a growl as he rolled you over, pressing you flat against his chest. Panting roughly, you looked up at his flushed face. "Wow, someone was pent up, weren't they.” You questioned, only to receive a smack on your ass, drawing out a squeak from you.

"Fuck you got me cumming like a fucking teenager."

Gojo groaned, his head falling to rest against the pillows as he wetted his lips. “It’s all your fault moaning like that in the bar.”

“Oooh, right, so sorry, my boyfriend is super fucking hot.”

“Ooh, I’m ‘super fucking hot’?”

“Yeah, the hottest cowboy I’ve ever seen,” Gojo whined as you slowly pushed yourself up, rolling your hips against him, watching his abdominal muscles twitch as his hands rested on your hips. “So hot~ I think I’m going to take him for a ride.”

“Well, by all means.” He reached for the nightstand, grabbing the hand he had been wearing earlier off of it. He plopped it down on your head before placing his hands under his head with a drunken smirk. “Giddy-up cowgirl.”

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[cloudyzeusy]

Cheaters ||

pairing: yuuji itadori X top reader

warning: cheating, creampie, humiliation

I held up up a panty in front of him watching his face turn red.

"I can't wear that [name]!."

"Why not yuuji? otherwise i might accidentally show your new girlfriend the pictures i have of you." I grinned dangling it in front of him watching him grit his teeth but put oblige.

"Now what." He said sharply.

"C'mon baby don't act like we haven't done this before."

He glared at me mumbling under his voice but he knew he didn't have a choice moving to lie on the bed doggy style. I went up behind him smacking his ass watching it turn red but he made no noise. I moved the panties to the side i licked over his hole slipping my tongue in it i swirled it around loosening it up.

I gripped his hips for stability as his legs trembled as i sensed he was about to cum. I moved away licking my lips as he begged for more. "[name] pl-please i ne-need it."

"Need what? I don't understand." I smirked as he grabbed onto my hands i couldn't believe this was the same yuuji itadori 'the tiger of west junior high' the hot jock everyone looked up to. Whining for dick to fill his cheating hole.

"I need your cock." He moaned. I grabbed my cock pouring lube over it and his hole. I lined my cock up teasing him before pushing in filling him up to the hilt.

I didn't wait for him to get comfortable he could handle a bit of pain thrusting in him. My hips pounded into his ass the sound of skin against skin and moans and groans filled the room.

"Look at you mhm~ imagine your girlfriend seeing you be a bitch for a man." I groaned into his ear gripping his hair.

"no-no don't." He pleaded but continued to push bsck against me meeting my thrusts. " You wanna cheat like a bitch then i'll treat you like one."

"is t-too much!~ co-ck sho’ b..big..” he moaned as i let go of his hair trying to push me out.

I slapped his hand away sticking my fingers into his throat keeping his busy. Forcing him to gag and choke on my fingers.

"You are such a good boy." I mocked him. " Aren't you yuuji."

I watched his eyes roll back and face flush from the praise.

"m go-gonna cum." He warned before he came hard onto the bed sheets body twitching. I continued the abuse against before i finished inside him creaming his pink hole.

Then i sent him back to his cuck of a girlfriend with hickeys and a limp in his walk and cum leaking out of him.

He's addicted to me.

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Okay, since i haven't seen anyone talk about it, I am going to.

We have a list of what Hyde says about each of the houses, stereotypes, and what each of the doorms do

Frosthime: "you value success, you're self-confident and relentless in pursuit of your goals"

Rich people are often placed here because they were born into success and have an easy time getting it, their confidence probably has been less likely to be challenged due to their position in life, and the relentless pursuit of their goals because its easier to do so when you have the money for it.

Jin: absolutely fits into this in every way. He is the epitome of success with being a highly influential figure and can pull strings to get anyone to do what he wants. He has the confidence in himself but doesn't trust those around him besides Thoma (mostly). He absolutely makes sure that his goals are achieved no matter what and looks into things when he feels something is up (ie. Chapter 1)

Thoma: Yes, he was originally in Vagastrom, but he does fit perfectly here, too. You can tell just by the way he acts and talks that he has a lot of self-confidence, he doesn't doubt himself or his abilities, if he fails he just changes what is needed and tries again. He absolutely works for success, no matter what it is or how shady it is. He clearly has a goal in mind and has been relentless about it.

Lucas: The first thing we learn about him is that he wants to find a demon. He has been relentless about it since the start and that he needs to find one to be able to save his brother. He absolutely believes in himself. He knows he has things to work on, but that doesn't hold him back. He keeps working on his weaknesses so that he WILL succeed, there is no room for failure.

Kaito: The way we have seen his talk to others in Frosthime, he blends in really well. He may not have monetary, relationship, or academic success, but he succeeds sotially in the environment he is in. He needs to work on his self-confidence a lot, and that is something that holds him back in battle and in other places, too. He is very stubborn with things. He wants to make money and pay off his debt to Romeo, so gambling is easily something he fell into to try to relentlessly pursue that.

Yuri: This man is about success in every way. He needs to succeed in Mortkraken and be better than Darkwick General. His confidence? Absolutely explosive and has a body count. This man overworks himself all the time to finish his goals. If that isn't relentless, tell me what is.

Haku: he is obviously self-confident, you kinda have to be to be so shamlessly flirty. He is aimless for the most part and would rather play a supportive role in other people's lives than take over himself. His goals are the goals of those he cares about, and he makes sure that the work is done

Vagastrom: you value ideals, you're mission oriented, and direct your efforts to reform and innovation

The stryotype is Vagastrom is filled with delinquents, which makes sense. 'Delinquents' are people who often don't fit into the world as it is and are trying to do something about it, even though it comes our violently. They can come from fractured homes, be victims of abuse, be of minorities, and other things. The systems in place are making their situations stay the same or even worse, and none else will stand up for them, so they have to.

Alan: history of Delinquitism, he absolutely holds his ideals close and wants to make a change for the better after experiencing the system first hand. He absolutely makes sure those around him (aka Leo) are focious on the mission and get it done. He is more directed to reformation and wants to be better and wants those around him to be better too and holds a high standard for that, but makes sure it is reachable (specifically Sho)

Leo: Mmm, beloved little shit. This man has made the law his bitch. He goes after those in power who are corrupt and scams them out of power, showing his ideals. He is mission oriented in the way that he is very smart and good with tech and how to work things sotally (on a broad scale, not so much interpersonally). He is leaning toward innovation and change. He likes to challenge what's already in place and constantly makes bets with Sho. I also believe his curiosity about other Ghouls and why they made their pacts with demons is another thing to add to this

Sho: his ideals, specifically around food, are very strict. In simple words, don't mess with food, and you're in his good books. His passion for food even led to him opening up a food stall that is clearly popular and shows that innovation and reformation. He helps Leo scam those with power and abuse it. He is a good balance between Leo and Mido, although he isn't one for being a leader, he is more of a follower, but that doesn't mean he won't stand up for himself or his beliefs (ch 2 with lessening the emotional damage that could have happend to MC. Ch 11 with fighting the inmates and arguing with Mido)

Thoma(again): he was originally in this house, so we should see why that is. He is clearly mission oriented. He gets the job done when needed. He works with Mido on reforming the relationship between Vagastrom and Frosthime. His values are set in stone, and he holds to them (ep 1 when he doesn't out Jins secret)

Jabberwok: You value trust, are caring, and are loyal in all your endeavors

Jabberwok is an anomalous zoo. Only Ghouls can be a part of this house.

Haru: This man is such a mystery to me. Most of Jabberwok is tbh. He absolutely does have a lot of care for the anomalies and even calls them his babies. The house is probably underfunded, so he made it into a zoo to get funding so that the anomalies can be treated as good as possible. He trusts Ren and Towa will do what they need to and helps out if something goes wrong

Towa: He absolutely values trust and is very loyal to Haru (even when upset at him). His opinion of you is clear depending on what plant he calls you (I love the idea he called Haru Sunflower before eventually calling him Haru). He absolutely cares about those he considers his friends (ie. Haru and MC)

Ren: On the surface, it looks like a mistake for him to be here. He clearly hates it. He whines and moans the whole way through it. But, these can be placed in any situation, not just in the zoo. He probably does value trust. It just needs to be earned first, and in some way, he probably does trust Haru, just not explicitly. He absolutely cares about Calamri in literally every way that he has treated him. He just couldn't say goodbye.

Sinostra: you value challenge, you're powerful and decisive

Siinostra has a casino that is run by the two captains (mainly Romeo)

Taiga: Yes. He loves a challenge, a challenge in anything you throw at him, and if it's not enough of one, he makes it more of one. He is clearly powerful, sotally, probably economically, and more. He can be decisive when it comes to things. The only thing that can sway that is his own memory.

Romeo: Challenge? Running a casino, literally hunting down debtors, and working with Taiga. That's all a challenge that he takes on with fucking g l e e. He is powerful sotally and physically, once economy. This man is super decisive and will hardly bend what he has decided on.

Rui: he wants to be the paralegal for either Taiga, Romeo, or BOTH, so clearly, that's a big challenge that he is searching out and relentless in. He is the definition of knowledge is power, and he records everything he does daily. The law is there for a reason, and he is there to make sure it was put to use properly.

Hotarubi: You value creativity, individuality is important to you, and you celebrate differnce

Subaru: he worked all of his life in a very creative feild, he cheers on Sho's cooking and supports him there are a friend, and he leads this house of course, he values creativity. Lyca, he absolutely adores his friend and hates that darkwick had him locked away. He supports Lyca in his goals and who he is as a person.

Haku: he absolutely is there to support anyone he cares about, it's clearly seen in Zenji and MC. He supports her and gets her back with the Frosthime boys, he films Zenji's work and posts it and does whatever he needs him to do.

Zenji: Everything about him screams this. He is a very creative poet and musician, wishing to share it with the world even after death. He doesn't want Jiro to know that he is still there so that he can continue to grow and not have to hold onto him and the past. He absolutely adores a doll that is a bit creepy because it reminds him of Jiro.

Obscuray: you value Harmony, You're peace loveing, and open minded

This is the doorm that only has half human ghouls and cursed. Rui runs a bar made from anonymous plants that grow there.

Edward: he absolutely wishes that there could be harmony, but experience and his sixth sence has taught him that that isn't likely to happen(implied in chapter 10). He likes it when things are peaceful around the doorm, so he can just rest. Besides, peace is a better option than what he can do. He absolutely wants to be proven wrong. Please prove him wrong. He gave MC a chance to join him, to not have to suffer, but she says no.

Rui: it's clear that he is suffering because of his curse and doesn't take any pleasure or joy in killing with it. He is much more against it than anything. He helps Lyca in getting used to human customs and how to act to assimilate. He cleans up Ed's things, sure he complains about it, but he doesn't make it into a fight. He is open to a lot of things and is very go with the flow

Lyca: his main one for this is harmony, specifically with humans and those he cares about. With that harmony comes peace and safety. He is also a little open minded to what he needs to do and it isn't too hard to convince him to do things

Mortkraken: you value intelligence, you're insightful, and you can observe objectively

Mortkraken is a medical facility that students can go to

Yuri: Of course, he values intelligence, specifically his, but it's still intelligence. He may be competitive when it comes to his research, but he can take a step back and look at things and situations objectively (chapter 8), clearly insightful as well since it's what the situation that MC helps him with stems from the knowledge and research he is doing, he helps Sinostra in the next chapter aswell

Jiro: yes? That all just describes Jiro

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[rabbitblackx]

Brahms,bubba,nubbins and chop-top reactions to s/o reader pulling a Rick grimes and biting into someone neck and ripping out their carotid artery 💀

Warning: Violence

Slashers when Reader bites out someone’s jugular

Includes: Nubbins, Bubba, Chop-Top and Brahms

Nubbins Sawyer💖

A victim had gotten loose from her seat at the dinner table. She leaped from the chair and bolted for the door. You stood up from next to Nubbins, attempting to block her way. The girl tackled you to the ground, eyes blazing with fear and adrenaline

Drayton ordered Bubba to grab his saw, while Nubbins ran to your aid. But before he could even pull out his knife, you lifted your mouth up to the girl’s neck and bit down. The victim screamed, desperately trying to claw at your face as you tore out her jugular with your teeth

The young woman fell off of you, gurgling and trembling on the floor. You shakily rose to your feet, blood smeared all around your lips. Nubbins laughed gleefully, kneeling down by the dying girl

“Look what you did!” He giggled, looking back at you excitedly. “You got that bitch good!”

The victim fell still, clutching her gaping throat. Nubbins lifted her up and roughly threw her back onto the chair, her wide eyes staring blankly at you from across the room. Bubba and Drayton came back, glad they didn’t have to do any work

Much to Drayton’s dismay though, Nubbins came in close to you and hungrily licked at the fresh blood on your lips

“That was so hot, baby.” Nubbins giggled in your ear, clinging to you like his life depended on it

He hooked an arm around your waist and pushed you flush against him. He slammed his lips onto yours in a big wet kiss, licking at the inside of your bloody mouth

Bubba Sawyer💖

You were trying to tie a victim to a dining chair, but he wasn’t going down without a fight. He screamed in your face, squirming and kicking like a brat. The man was strong, and managed to break out of your hold. He tackled you to the floor, wrapping his hands around your throat

“Bubba, get yer saw! Get yer saw—!” You wheezed

Bubba bolted to the other room to grab his chainsaw, squealing in fear. You were going to just wait for him, but your vision began to blur. As the man tightened his grip around your neck, his own grew all the more tasty looking…

You shot your head up, teeth bearing as you drove them into his throat. Your victim gasped in pain, choking on his own blood as you bit down hard. He yanked himself off you, a chunk of his throat in your mouth

Bubba ran into the room with his chainsaw, but paused. The man hit the floor with a thud, blood pooling from his throat. Your masked boyfriend watched in awe as you spat out the bloody jugular, wiping your mouth with your arm

Bubba carelessly dumped the saw by the man’s body, rushing over to grab the sides of your face. He sputtered out some frightened gibberish, trying to ask if you were okay

“I’m fine, Bubba.” You giggled, beaming a big red smile

Bubba smeared the blood along your cheek with his thumb, before letting it travel to your lips. You obediently parted them for him, gazing lovingly at the man as he slid it over your wet tongue

Chop-Top Sawyer💖

Chop-Top and Bubba held a screaming girl down by the bucket, letting grandpa give her a good whack with the hammer. You and Drayton stood back unimpressed, just waiting for it to be over. Grandpa weakly lifted the hammer over his head, throwing it down but missing her head. Chop-Top let go of the girl to grab it, and that was when she broke free

You and Drayton were blocking one of the exits, so she shoved him away. Before she could do the same to you, you gripped her wrist and dig your nails into her flesh. The girl screamed profanities, pouncing on you and pulling at your hair. As your back hit the floor, you heard Chop-Top shouting at her to get off you

Before any of the boys could help you, you shot up and bit down hard into the girl’s neck. You shook your teeth a little, tearing up her jugular. Your victim bashed at your shoulders weakly, her blood spilling from the both of your lips. Just as she went limp on top of you, she was forcefully torn off by Chop-Top

“Baby! You okay?” He exclaimed

You turned your head and spat out the bloody jugular on your tongue. You gazed back up at him, blood all over you

“Yeah, I’m—mmm!”

Chop-Top interrupted your sentence with a passionate kiss, kneeling over you with a fistful of you shirt. He slid his tongue into your mouth, lapping up any blood he could get

Brahms Heelshire💖

You sat up in bed one night when you heard a sound from downstairs. You looked down at Brahms sleeping beside you, then back at the door. Thinking it was probably just a rat in the trap or something, you headed down to investigate

As you turned on the kitchen lights, you noticed the rat cage sat empty by the fridge. You turned to head back to bed, but was met with the sturdy chest of a hooded man. You went to scream, but his gloved hand wrapped around your throat. You wheezed and gagged, bashing at his shoulder as he strangled you

The intruder backed you into the breakfast table, slamming you onto it. As your vision began to blur, adrenaline hit you like a truck. You suddenly grabbed either side of his head, and pulled him down to your teeth. The man’s hand immediately let go of your throat, as your mouth latched around his own

You couldn’t believe yourself when his jugular was torn off, and landed right on your tongue. The intruder fell back onto the kitchen floor, gurgling in pain and clutching his gaping wound. You spat out his flesh, and watched in horror as he slowly died before you. Brahms finally rushed in, disheveled and stressed

“What happened?” He gasped

Seeing your bloody face, he completely ignored the dead man and raced over. You stared at him wide eyed, trying to form broken sentences. Brahms cupped your cheek, meeting your eyes in a fierce stare

“What happened?” He repeated sternly

Tears fell from your face, mixing in with the man’s blood. You bowed your head as your shoulders were wracked with sobs

“He… he tried to kill me. I—I didn’t mean to.” You cried uncontrollably

Brahms’ expression under his mask softened, and he pulled you into a hug. “It’s okay, dear.” He whispered, stroking your hair tenderly. “I’m proud of you…”