#super freaknasty writing

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Kunigami keeping you pinned down in doggy style enjoying the size kink all while saying "See? You can take all of me."

"And here you thought I'd be too much for you. Told ya'."

Hearing the flustered noise of embarrassment from you below had Kunigami laugh just before he lowered himself further down to kiss your cheek in comfort.

He did wish that the two of you were facing each other, if just so he could bask in every look of pleasure that would cross your features.

However, that was absolutely not to say that he had any issues with the current position the both of you were in.

Far from it.

He admired the gorgeous view of your backside all while he basked in the sight of his cock plunging into you from behind, how your ass pressed so perfectly right up against his sturdy hips, and how your waist was just made to be grabbed and squeezed by his big hands.

Not to mention, the fact that you were currently on all fours before him for him and him alone--there was no way he was letting you out of bed anytime soon.

Another kiss followed, this time right on the corner of your mouth as he called out your name, his voice taking on a huskier, lower octave as he asked,

"Though, since you're taking all of me so well, you won't mind if I take all of you for myself, yeah?"

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hiii thanks for the tag!! held off on posting this cause i knew i would be uploading another fic by the end of the year and i wanted to include it lol :3

thank you @spicedrobot for the template! and without further ado, here's my wrapped!

66k words is an absolutely insane number of words that i never dreamed i would be able to write in the span of a year and yet somehow here i am. Holy Shit!!! i'm pretty sure that's more writing (or at least creative writing) in one year than i've done in the rest of my life combined.

without further ado here's an overview of all the fics i've written this year, with a little added commentary because i love yapping!! below a cut cause it got kinda long:

something sweet and safe - after wilson flirts with a nurse at work, house decides to put him in his place.

this one was my first published smut and my first foray into horrible freaknasty old man porn!! dove straight in headfirst and have never looked back since :3 need to do something with this dynamic again at some point... hmmm ;)

sick little feelings in my sick little brain - house makes wilson piss in his mouth. that's it, that's the fic.

piss md!! featuring house and wilson's (absolutely canon) shared piss kink!! i just think house should make wilson do horrible humiliating things alright. also i've had a sequel outlined for like literally MONTHS at this point i just haven't gotten around to it yet... but next year. stay tuned👀 (also maybe a third one as well we'll see how it goes!!)

wiped away my thoughts and cares - wilson sometimes struggles with incontinence. house decides to help in a rather... unorthodox way.

wilson abdl because i cannot resist putting that man in a situation!! spent two hours total writing this one (including editing) which is literally the least time i've spent on a fic Ever and somehow it's my favourite out of all 38(!!) that i wrote this year. this is another one that i am doing more of in 2025 trust🤞 little wilson is so precious to me i cannot resist him🥺

look at those puppy dog eyes - house and wilson try out petplay for the first time, and - to no one's surprise - they like it. a lot.

this is actually the first fic i started writing in 2024! i just got major writers block towards the end and left it sitting half-finished for months. but then i wrote a couple other fics and came back to it with fresh eyes and i'm really proud of how it turned out!! another dynamic that i rotate in my brain a lot. ouppies <3

i wanna throw you to the hounds - house is a werewolf - and sometimes, he can get a little... frisky when he's transformed.

this was the fic i was most nervous to post (yes, even more so than the abdl one), but im so glad ppl seemed to like it cause like. Waow :3 another one where i just put wilson in a situation!! also i love writing him having a moral crisis but doing it anyway purely cause house wants to :3

whumptober 2024 - all the filled prompts from this year's whumptober! some are short, some are longer, all of them are emotionally damaging in some shape or form.

okay look if i listed each individual fic in this series we'd be here all day so i'm just gonna talk abt whumptober as a whole. but it was SO MUCH FUN!!! wrote em in like three weeks, was churning out like 2 or 3 a day by the end, and was delirious with fever for a significant chunk of time but i'm so proud of myself for finishing in time!! if all goes well i'll be participating in 2025, albeit with slightly better planning and pacing this time!! :D

can you catch me when i'm falling down? - wilson's been having a bad day. luckily, house knows just what to do to make him feel better.

my gift for @russell-crowe as part of the 20th anniversary exchange! it was a little different to write to someone else's specifications cause i've never done it before and it's out of my comfort zone, but it was a super fun challenge and i enjoyed it a lot!! will definitely participate in this again if it runs in 2025, cause it's such a good way to feel connected within the fandom!! :D

this year's for me and you - house hangs mistletoe above wilson's doorway in an attempt to fluster him. wilson isn't so easily fooled, however, and he finds a way to beat house at his own game.

my final fic this year!! this one is another gift, this time for @nekomura-chanzu as part of the holiday gift exchange!! had a blast writing this one, it was a nice break from all the whump and smut. nothing like a sweet silly fluff fic to end the year with a bang! :3

and that's it!! what a brilliant year it's been, and here's to 2025 being even greater!

i never know who to tag for these things (social anxiety will do that😅) but to any housefic authors seeing this, feel free to add on!! <3

my ao3 wrapped! tagged by @greghousebignaturals, template by @spicedrobot

2024 was my first year of getting back into writing fanfic since literally 5 years ago - and I only got back into it in the second half of the year (and I'll still be posting more stuff before 2024 is over lbr)

very briefly, these are the House fics I wrote this year, in chronological order:

Kill the Mood: Hilson try doing doctor roleplay during sex (and fail)

Bonk: Wilson gets a concussion :)

Don't Touch Me: Wilson hates physical contact and has a bad time

inappropriate use of hospital technology: House sends Wilson a dickpic and trans!Wilson jerks off about it

acting like a tough guy: House avoids Wilson on Valentine's Day (Wilson is very endeared by this)

sleep(less): Wilson is sleep deprived to the point of hallucinating a week after he started dating House

Slow Blink: Wilson is turned into a kitten. House is confused by cat body language

ow: trans!Wilson has period cramps

oh, and one more thing: Wilson gets hurt, House mother hens him, Wilson is a little shit

Want/Deserve/Receive: Wilson starts dating House and freaks out because he doesn't feel like he's allowed to be happy

the truth I chose to bend myself around: House accidentally takes truth serum. Nobody believes him (wip)

Tie Me Up, Pull My Leash: Wilson bets House to wear a tie and then tugs on it like a leash and they make out about it

I'm tagging @itooaminthisepisode and @oldmanffucker and @coffins-and-marbles and @defibrillism (if you wanna)

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For a prompt, how about some good ol' maid play with Sylus?

"You've missed a spot, kitten~"

By instinct, you immediately turned around, the skirt of your maid uniform twirling with the speed of your spin as your expression become huffy. You were ready to give Sylus a piece of your mind for yet another teasing comment--one of many throughout the span of your thorough sweep of his office.

And yet, whatever words you had to say dropped as quickly as he--smug smirk and all--proceeded to pour the deep crimson contents of his wine glass directly onto his lap.

A deep chuckle escaped his lips at the look of pure surprise on your face.

"It's quite the mess too--I don't think a rag will be enough."

From the moment you donned the frilly dress of your uniform, you already knew things were going to inevitably going to lead to this. This was Sylus after all, and he always knew how to be just a few steps ahead of you. It was just a matter of what sort of scheme or twist he would pull to inevitably get you in his arms.

In this case, he didn't try too much. The moment you were within reach as you approached was when his large hand seized hold of your wrist and dragged you right over to his lap.

Seeing you bend over constantly during your sweep had him in dire thirst for something else other than wine.

His lips found succor from your breasts, now freed after a firm tug at the front of your dress. He suckled hungrily, savoring the taste of your nipples, the plush sensation of your chest pressed his mouth.

The newly pristine state of his office had him craving disarray, something he achieved with ease as he ensnared you within his embrace, his muscled arms keeping you nice and still upon his lap as he ravenously pounded his thick long cock into your core without relent.

And with the sweet whines and moans of "Master Sylus" that were constantly spilling from your lips, his desire to vandalize you simply knew no bounds.

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When Leona complained you were too noisy, you suggested "then why don't you gag me?" (/j). You didn't think he'd be so quick to jump on the offer but now he wants to test just how loud you can get with your mouth covered. (/srs)

"Oi, keep going until I fall asleep, alright?"

While he yawned with one hand, Leona kept the fingers of his other hand firmly threaded into your hair, keeping your head perfectly still as he kept on with pushing his thick, long cock in and out past your soft lips. Though this all began with your noisiness keeping him from enjoying his afternoon nap, feeling the velvety heat of your mouth surround his dick and the delicate strokes of your tongue along the underside of his shaft while basking in the huffy whines of your defeat only drew forth a prideful grin to his face.

Peace and quiet couldn't top this.

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It's around 4:30-ish PM on Fridays that you leave NRC to head home for the day, saying your goodbyes to the other staff members as you head out. However, today you might be a bit late, since fellow professor Crewel has you pinned against a table in the storage room!! (Doggy style, dirty talk)

"And here I thought dress code was only necessary for the students. Tell me. Now. Do you think wearing such a form-fitting short skirt is becoming of a professor?"

As sharp and icy as his voice was, Crewel left you overwhelmed with heat like nothing else.

While his coat and crimson leather gloves were carefully laid beside where you were currently sprawled upon the storage room table, the accursed skirt that got you deep into his mess was tossed aside without a second thought after being torn with ease by his hands.

Skirt length aside, you were sure he was most upset that you wore something with such cheap and flimsy material.

Regardless of the cause of his ire, he would reprimand you all the same.

His hands locked onto your waist, he kept you caged within his grasp with little effort, especially as he continued on with pummeling your core relentlessly from behind.

With the lascivious cacophony of your moans, his hissed curses and the noisy slaps of his hips smacking against your ass, he made no effort to admonish you for the volume of your voice. If anything, he welcomed it, near daring anyone who passed by the storage room to peek inside.

His face buried itself against the crook of your neck, a mix of kisses and bites following suit, just before he huskily declared into your ear,

"Remember this lesson well, darling. The man who gets to see this lewd expression on your face, who gets to admire the way how your your clothes fit your body is me and me alone. And if I must punish this slutty little hole with my cock, then so be it...!"

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it's one in the dang morning on a tuesday and leona's woken you up for a midnight snack. what, like it's your fault he slept right through dinner time again? you're not even that hungry! (sixty nine, facesitting)

"Oi, just because you're not hungry--"

The fact that Leona--notorious for being a proponent against the concept and philosophy of effort--was even bothering to speak while his mouth was currently occupied was astounding to you.

After all, while he continued to lie comfortably beneath you, his lips were much too busy with switching between kisses and suckles against your drooling center, his tongue savoring your slickness with each slow, indulgent drag up and down. With you situated right on his face, he kept his large hands resting comfortably on your ass while he continued to feast, his clawed fingers squeezing your bottom as he sought to taste you further.

Never to be denied the chance to be spoiled even more, he was also treated to the hot wet heat of your mouth engulfing his cock and the warm soft touch of your palms massing his balls. Though, while he was being treated, it didn't stop you from preciously huffing over being stirred from your slumber just moments before.

And thus, as he continued to speak, a smirk lazily found its way to his lips as he swiped the flat of his tongue repeatedly around your clit, all while lifting his hips to push his dick further into your mouth as you squirmed and moaned all the more.

"--doesn't mean you still can't enjoy a good mouthful of fresh milk."

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Rook Hunt, my weird beloved Frenchman, saying "Mon amour, how beautifully your walls cling to me in this position~ You'll milk me dry with ease!" in prone bone with a breeding kink (with added bite marks pls pls pls)

No iron bars and yet you were caged.

No rope and yet you were bound.

No steel claws and yet you were trapped.

After all, Rook only needed to keep you beneath his shadow to have you exactly where he wanted.

His palms rested on the back of your hands, his fingers laced sweetly with yours.

And yet, he squeezed your hands often, a silent yet firm declaration that you were not to be free of his grasp anytime soon.

His lips showered your skin with kisses, the corners of his mouth remaining curled up in bliss.

This alternated with the way he greedily sunk his teeth into your neck, unable to resist the urge to display his claim on you, spurned further on by the idea of other potential suitors on campus noticing such marks.

His hips pressed down against your backside over and over, the pace of his thrusts keeping to a persistent rhythm that only sought to pleasure you endlessly.

After all, if he was to achieve his goal of pumping your womb full with his cum, he couldn't just burn through his stamina like some mindless beast.

Even so, as his mind thought once more to the day he would get to bask in the majesty and beauty of your maternal glow, Rook couldn't help but pound into you with increased feverish zeal.

Letting out a dreamy sigh, he squeezed your hands once more as he declared with breathless rapture, "Go on and take every drop of me--my love, my life. I yield it all to you, ma déesse! For you, I will hunt and I will worship!"

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Amateur Hour

Summary: You, the queen of succubi. Him, the world's strongest.

Surely, a battle in bed would result in nothing else but your victory.

Right?

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Gojo

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING + AFTER 87 YUMEJO GOJO DOUJINS HERE WE ARE

THANK U ALL TO THOSE WHO VOTED TO MAKE THIS SPECIFIC PIECE HAPPEN I APPRECIATE U 4EVA

PLS ENJOY MY SAUCE !!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

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Gojo Satoru’s days were numbered.

The most powerful jujutsu sorcerer in the world with unmatched skill, immeasurable strength, and–above all–pestering arrogance that knew no bounds.

He would serve as the perfect meal for you.

No, you had little intention to sink your fangs into his bones for a satisfying crunch.

Rather, you were wholly focused on one singular target:

His seed.

After all, having existed as a succubus for as long as you could remember, the thought of defeating the world’s strongest by merely draining him dry to the very last drop of his cum brought immeasurable mischievous glee to your very being. His reputation certainly preceded him—an irritatingly massive ego propped up high by his ungodly prowess as sorcerer and his dangerously carefree nature.

In parallel to him, you were heralded as the queen of your kind so you simply had to rise to the occasion at some point.

But at long last, you could stop counting down the nights for you to take strike. Spring had swept across Japan and with the blossoming buds of sakura trees, so did years and years of preparation finally take form.

There was no way you could just simply dive into Gojo’s dreams and drag him into your thrall–even as Queen of the Succubi, you knew you had to harness as much power and energy in order to properly take in his mighty seed.

From the moment he had become a target of interest, you became especially more ruthless with the countless amount of men you drained down. From Kabukicho’s crowning host prince to the most slovenly otaku, from repressed priests to homewrecking yoga instructors–there was not a single man whose dreams were safe from your succubus sucking!

No matter if it was a passing drowsy daydream or a vivid nightly fantasy, no matter the position used, no matter which hole you were utilizing, you were hard at work, collecting essences as you rendered each one of your victims into a weary milked out reservoir, all while your tail curled with bliss while the tattoo on your womb glowed brilliantly with vivacious power.

And it was on one particular night where you climbed off of one particular blonde that you knew you were ready to claim your rightful prize.

You licked your lips as you eyed the calm yet weary features of your recent victim as he continued to sleep, his expression furrowed even with the large sticky stain that marred the front of his pajama pants.

Grade 1 sorcerer sperm was like nothing else!

With such a delectable treat waiting in store, you giggled as you slipped into the darkness, preparing for the next evening.

Your last appetizer was delectable surely, but you simply had to refresh your palette so you could fully savor your main course.

The time had come for Gojo to cum!

Meet his match that is!

As the next evening rolled around, you did your best to contain your eagerness while you awaited for Gojo to head to bed, namely once he began to doze off into slumber. Experience from your other test subjects foretold that barging into the world’s strongest’s dreams would alert him of your presence, thereby putting up his defenses at best or unleashing his offenses at worst.

You waited and waited, your ferocious impatience being tempered by years and years of discipline.

And then, you watched as his body started to relax further into his bed while his eyes remained shut.

Though it was for a split second, you sensed what was undoubtedly him finally drifting to slumber, his subconscious revealed as his defenses lowered. Without hesitation, you smirked triumphantly and leapt forward from the darkness, conjuring entry into his dreams.

For as long as you’ve had Gojo in your sights, you always wondered what you would see within the depths of his mind. Some lascivious wet dream of him being surrounded by a fawning harem, a power fantasy of him being crowned king of the world while he gleefully subjugated every soul to his whims, a nightmare of him pitifully lamenting the destruction of his favorite pair of sunglasses–the possibilities were endless.

And yet, what you came to behold still managed to be a surprise.

You found yourself in none other than Tokyo Jujutsu High, namely with what looked to be his office.

For such a pompous man, the space was furnished quite simply, looking more akin to a trendy minimalist teahouse than a typical faculty room. Sleek wooden walls and floors, a lone circular window that peeked out to the rest of the school’s massive campus, a modest bookshelf where a few framed photos of him with his students and other close colleagues rested right on top.

The only spot in the office that looked to be in comparative disarray was none other than your target.

Reclined back in his seat, arms loosely folded over his chest, his feet propped up on his desk, Gojo was fast asleep, seemingly lost in an afternoon nap.

You couldn’t hide your glee, your thighs pressing together in anticipation as you hurried over towards where he sat. Though you were already barely dressed as is–what with a bikini top and a matching pair of panties, a standard attire for all succubi–you still couldn’t wait to fully strip yourself bare to thoroughly enjoy your time with him.

While you would have loved to have him writhe beneath you under the sheer might of your erotic might, savoring every drop of such a magnificent beast of a man was far more important to satiate your hunger. The less meddling from his end, the better.

It was as you scurried past his desk that something caught your eye, giving some pause to your movements.

Strewn upon his desk looked to be old newspaper clippings–given by the faint yellowing across the pages–and a class yearbook. The former consisted of headlines from various articles, the words “MISSING” and “DISAPPEARANCE” looking to be the most common.

As for the latter, you noticed the unmistakable symbol of a heart drawn around one of the student’s portraits. Strange as it was, for the briefest moment you felt compelled to inspect the yearbook further.

However, hearing Gojo yawn in his sleep was all you needed to remind yourself of what was most important at this very moment.

And without a moment left to waste, you immediately sunk down to kneel before his seat, your hands reaching forward to cup him through the front of his pants.

Your tail curled behind you in bliss before swishing about in excitement as you felt your mouth water.

Even without being erect, you could feel the sheer weight of his cock, your heart giddy at the idea of how much of his cum, how much of his essence that you would get to feast upon.

Knowing you needed him to be at his most aroused in order for you to truly savor his essence, you reached for his zipper and tugged it down, revealing the front of his dark blue boxer briefs. As his natural musk wafted by your nose, you shuddered with anticipation as you leaned forward to plant your lips against his cock through the material of his underwear. Feeling him quickly harden beneath your kisses had you feeling as prideful as ever–such a reaction from the world’s strongest only made you see that in the end, he was still a mere man who couldn’t hope to stand against the sweet sensation of your touch.

Your grin widened with each kiss while slick heat pooled between your inner thighs. In your haste, you quickly reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging at it until his dick finally sprung free.

With your eyes glittering at the swing of his delectably thick and long cock, you were captivated.

And effectively trapped.

It was as your hands reached to grab at the girthy base of his dick, your lips parting as you craved to begin suckling away at his tip for his seed that an unexpected sound had you freeze in place in sheer horror.

“You know, I don’t take too kindly to my sleep being interrupted, Queen Succubus.”

Immediately, your head snapped to the side, having to peek around his cock to look up at the pair of eyes that should have been shut tight.

Yet at the sight of glittering crystal blue, you gasped and instinctively prepared to dash back with the flutter of your wings.

The world’s strongest had other plans in mind, however.

“Where ya going~?”

As quickly as he spoke, he reached right for your shoulders and proceeded to hoist you up onto his lap, his muscled arms proceeding to lock around your body while his bare dick pressed right against the panties you were wearing.

And it was right as you were ensnared in his embrace that as your eyes blinked, you noticed that the lighting of his office had changed from the natural sunlight peeking from outside to a few warm glow light sources all while you felt your power wane considerably.

While your heart raced, you quickly glanced around to regain your bearings.

You were aghast.

This wasn’t his dream.

This was his apartment.

Your eyes widened.

The human world?!

Your body was as tense as could be. Even as the mightiest succubus, your powers couldn’t even begin to reach their full potential outside of your target’s dreams.

As your mind raced to think of a solution to your pressing dilemma, it was at the same time that Gojo proceeded to give your body a squeeze as he kept you locked within his arms, a teasing chuckle fluttering from his lips as he tilted his head to the side with a wink.

“So what do you think? The world’s strongest is the world’s biggest right~?”

Your eyes immediately narrowed as your lips curled with a snarl.

“Oh don’t you dare even begin to start–!”

You mustered every bit of your energy to break free within that instant–while you were out of his dreams, you were the only one amongst the both of you with wings after all.

Yet you couldn’t even muster a wiggle of your wings let alone the full breadth of a flap, what with Gojo’s arms keeping you still and secure within the confines of his embrace, seemingly oblivious at your attempt to escape all the while he began to muse out loud.

“Here I thought I’d finally get a full night’s rest.” A sigh left his lips, which soon puckered out into a pout. “I’ve been busy lately hunting down an old classmate of mine–someone who still owes me a lunch, mind you. It’s been so long since they were in town but they keep avoiding me.”

Your continued glare of incredulousness towards his incessant rambling didn’t deter his words–rather, it just encouraged him further as he grinned.

“Needless to say, I’ve been a little grumpier lately since the one person that I want to see apparently doesn’t want to see me.”

At this, you gave up on trying to escape with the power of your wings and instead tried to sharply pivot your weight in order to knock right against him, your voice venomously hissing out,

“Like I care about what you have to say! How could you have expected me, Gojo Satoru?!”

More amused than alarmed as you continued to attempt at shoving him down, he responded with a hum and a shrug, “Well Madame Succubus, I don’t know if you’re aware, but Japan is undergoing quite the decline in birth rate right now.” His eyes closed as he continued, a dreamy inflection lacing his words. “Usually spring is the time for fun sunny afternoon sex, but being handed stats from Yaga that people are doing it even less?”

As his eyelids shut, an idea quickly came to mind amidst your desperation to do anything to escape.

You were soon greeted by the sight of his crystal blue eyes quickly fluttering open once more as he declared, “Surely something was at hand!”

And it was at his last word that Gojo immediately reached behind to grab at your tail, which was preparing to strike its pointed end down into his thigh.

Relishing in the immediate irritation that struck across your features, he laughed triumphantly, “Not to mention–Nanamin was surprisingly drained of energy when I met up with him this morning. I take it that he had quite the lively dream the night before. I wonder why~”

It was then that you suddenly felt his index finger begin to twirl along your tail, coiling it around ever so slowly.

“On the subject of Nanamin though.”

You were startled to hear the humor in his voice drop right as he gave your tail a firm tug while the glint in his eye and the smirk on his lips only conveyed sheer wickedness.

“At the very least, if you’re targeting me, just be direct. Don’t you dare let other men distract you from your goal…!”

Upon his last word, Gojo proceeded to heave you down onto his bed, maintaining his hold around you while asserting his position right on top of your body.

The pressure was intensifying.

Pressure from the weight of his broad and chiseled physique that continued to anchor you down, pressure from the vice of his muscled arms that kept you caged, pressure from the heavy weight of his hard cock that pressed right against your body, pressure from the ungodly power that was just waiting to do something to you–if by some miracle you managed to knock him out so you could flee and rethink your plan, you were desperate to grab at the chance.

But for now, you just found yourself cast beneath his shadow as he hovered above you, his expression so frustratingly gleeful with pride as he cast his hand upon his chest with his bold declaration of,

“With this, I–Gojo Satoru–will take up the burden of saving Japan’s declining birth rate by besting the naughty succubus who’s been milking its fertility dry!”

You wondered if that sinking feeling you felt was your heart dropping or your body being pinned further down into his mattress by his toned build.

Still, while you knew the odds of somehow escaping were being stacked ever higher and higher against you, your pride would not allow you to falter before him. You were still queen after all!

“Besting how?” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes, the expression on your face as defiant as ever. “Exorcising a demon isn’t the same as a curse, you know!”

Gojo’s hands suddenly slammed down onto the mattress by both sides of your head.

You tensed.

He grinned.

“Oh but you see, I have a special technique reserved just for you–” He lifted his hand to instead bring his palm right below your jaw, gently cupping your chin while his crystal blue eyes gleamed ever brilliantly while they stared right into yours.

“–I’m going to get you pregnant.”

His tone was sweet in its inflection yet there was still a firm finality to each syllable uttered.

Before you had time to express your utter shock with so much as a gasp, you were silenced by his lips suddenly crashing down onto yours.

His tongue delved right into mouth, his hand maintained its grip on your jaw, his hips grinded against your own–he touched you with such command, from keeping your lips and your thighs parted for his access.

The fact that you were left in a bit of a daze when he eventually pulled away should have alarmed you immediately–the world’s strongest in both battle and in passion? This was a combination that you could not subject yourself to further.

And yet, as your kiss was broken upon him drawing back, he only smiled from ear to ear towards you.

“This is me being my usual kind self by the way~” It was then that his other hand moved to rest right below your stomach, where your womb tattoo was present. As his fingertips began to trace along the insignia on your skin, he continued, “Why don’t I break you free from this curse?”

His words helped you finally break out of the haze caused by his kiss, your response vicious as you snapped, “What are you blabbering about now? Me? Cursed? I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised that the world’s strongest could also be the world’s stupidest!”

As you raved on and on, Gojo only smiled knowingly in response, even as his fingertips pressed further against your womb tattoo, his fingernails gently running over the edge of the mark as though it were a sticker that was in need of being peeled off.

“Guess that possession really did something to your memory, huh?”

Were it not for your boiling anger spilling forth, you would have noticed that there was a timbre to his voice that sounded rather disappointed, a tinge melancholy even. However, even if you had noticed the odd inflection, it wasn’t as though you were going to have much time to think about it anyway.

“Could you please try to make some sense you bastaRD–!”

What you noticed first was a sudden tearing sound that ripped through the air, soon followed by your entire body feeling the cool air of his room upon being fully exposed.

What you noticed next was the sudden hot heat of his cock slapping right down onto your wet core with a heavy thud.

You inhaled sharply, your gaze trailing down to see him begin to press and rub the blunt tip of his dick up and down the length of your slick folds. Though you shuddered from the sensation, you were torn at what was transpiring.

While you were getting what you plotted so desperately for. However, you were still at Gojo’s mercy so only god knows what was to happen from here.

“Come onnn~” Gojo goaded sweetly, tilting his head cutely from side to side with each word he spoke. “Do you want to be exorcised, or do you wanna get fucked? Exorcised or fucked?”

Prodding at the dripping entrance to your core, he continued on, catching and commanding your attention once more as he pouted.

“Hollow or full? Either way, I can do both…!”

And without sparing another moment, he proceeded to plunge his cock inside of you in one full smooth motion.

Both yours and his head soon threw back in pleasure, taking in the sensation of of being combined together at long last.

Though Gojo proceeded to set the tempo, working his way up to a brisk pace, your initial concerns were beginning to be at ease. While he had the upper hand for up until now–especially being in the human world–you were in your element and there was no way you could be bested by anybody!

He could tease you with his words, torment you with his touch, and threaten you with breeding all he’d like. The moment he unloaded his seed inside of you, victory would go to you—!

“Oi, where’s that attention of yours going, huh~?”

Gojo’s hips suddenly snapped right against yours, his cock pushing into you deeply, all while his fingers sought out your clit. Tight small circles rounded over the sensitive nub in tandem to the sudden vigorous pace of his thrusts.

You didn’t stand a chance.

Never have you squealed so shamelessly upon orgasming. You were here to conquer, not be ravaged!

And yet Gojo was in no mood to consider mercy. While you caught your breath, he went on to flip the both of you around, making it so you were made to straddle his hips. He kept his hands firmly on your waist to keep you still as he proceeded to hammer his cock up into your core from below.

Though you were currently above him physically, never have you felt more like a mere toy than at this very moment as you were directed to ride him at his desired tempo.

Chuckling at the expression of conflict and pleasure so clearly evident on your face, he mused, “Bratty as you are, you’re very beautiful, you know. I bet you captivated all your male classmates while in school~!”

And it was with one more pump of his hips up against yours just before he dragged you down to capture your lips with a kiss, keeping your mouths locked together as he pounded away up until you were left crying out with the surge of another orgasm.

While you slumped down against his chest in a sweaty heap, he only snickered as he scooped you up into his arms, eager to change positions with you once more.

The feast you craved was finally here.

You just didn’t anticipate for your meal to be served in this way.

His hands never once let go of you, always keeping a hold on your body to mold you as he desired with each new position he claimed you through.

At once, you were made to dangle up off the ground while he held you up high, his arms hooked beneath your thighs while his hands were clasped behind your head, your body left immobile as to continue subjecting your sopping core to his ravenous thrusts.

In another instance, this time with the two of you both resting on your knees in bed, Gojo grabbed and kept your arms pinned behind your back with one hand while he groped your breasts with the other, continuing on and on with spearing his cock into you from behind.

As you gasped and whined in delight, he gazed towards you with amusement, grinning cheekily as he brought his lips to your neck. “As I look at you, I think–no, I know a housewife life would suit you better than being such a naughty glutton~”

Giving your breasts another squeeze, he hummed, “What say you, darling? Let me conquer the Queen of the Succubi and you just give me cute kids to hold and tasty breast milk in return. That’s a fair trade, isn’t it?”

“To hell with that…!”

While your head snapped back to glare at him, what you received was yet another kiss from Gojo onto yours, his tongue happily diving right into your mouth. Speaking in-between sloppy kisses, he cheerfully quipped out, “I think a kid or two will help you calm down a bit!” just before rendering you senseless with another climax.

Though you were left to succumb further and further into ecstasy, it was not beyond you what he was doing.

With every orgasm he brought you to, he had yet to cum once.

Now, while Gojo Satoru was quite the outlandish and otherworldly man, he was still a man regardless.

You didn’t have to think further that he craved to spill every drop of his seed inside of you to make good on his promise to breed your womb.

But there was this idea, this feeling, this familiarity that above all else, he just simply and genuinely loved teasing you to your wits’ end most.

And on and on he did as the night went up until he had you bent over on your hands and knees with him hunched right over you from behind, his cock pistoning in and out of you with as little restraint as ever, his thick sturdy hips crashing against your ass with each punishing thrust. His lips falling by your ear once more, he spoke to you tauntingly, huskily,

“I wonder though, my dear succubus~ What will break first–this womb tattoo or you~?”

At that very instance, he then had one hand right on top of the mark upon your womb. While the warmth of his palm against your skin was as blissful of a sensation as ever, there was an alarming heat that was quickly emanating right against the very insignia that marked you as a succubus.

As you glanced down, you were utterly aghast at the sight, catching the faint blue glow of his powers being utilized. “You’re using–?! Cursed energy?!”

“Bingo!” Gojo chimed as he rewarded you by ravaging your core even further, angling his hips to ensure that he would hit the most sensitive spot within your depths. “That womb tattoo won’t be necessary when you’ll soon be committed to laying in bed with your one and only husband~! Lots of love making awaits you in the future, my lewd and lovely former succubus!”

Whether by his words or your physical endurance—either way, you were defeated.

Feeling your arms give way, you shivered joyously as you suddenly found yourself slumped on the bed, your ass still raised up in the air thanks to Gojo keeping one hand on your hip.

“In the meantime though–” He began, his voice still so pristine and cheerful as though he hadn’t spent all night devastating your body. “A man and a succubus–mating and fucking like animals. Don’t you find that just so amusing…?!”

Another smack rang out in the air, this time with his hand right across your ass.

Feeling the slick heat of your core tighten around his cock once again, he laughed deviously as he chanted, thrusting and spanking away, “That’s right–fall for me! Fall! Fall! Fall!”

At long last.

As you felt yourself become undone with pleasure, you were soon treated with smoldering, thick sticky heat as Gojo flooded your core with his seed.

A blessed sensation.

You were complete.

So enthralled with the pleasure of having him cum inside you at long last, you barely noticed another shift in your body right as Gojo drew his hand away from where your womb tattoo was.

Having been subject to his whims all night long, it wasn’t much of a surprise that you finally succumbed to exhaustion, your consciousness fading. Before you fully dozed off however, you felt Gojo kiss your forehead tenderly just before he murmured out,

“Defeating the Queen of the Succubi–I guess this makes me your king, right…?”

It was as he finished his sentence that he said another word.

A name.

One that you haven’t heard in so long but one that you knew deep within your heart was yours, all as you quickly drifted off to slumber.

Formerly teasing now fully tender, Gojo nuzzled your neck as he held you close, sighing with joy,

“From now on, the only man who you’ll spend your nights with, who will star in your sweet and wet dreams, who you’ll live your days out with is me–”

His lips found their way to yours for one more kiss.

“–just like we promised all those years ago.”

With you sleeping soundly in his arms, Gojo slowly dragged his hand along the small of your back in a soothing motion. While doing so, he peered down at your body. Seeing that your wings, your tail, and-most importantly of all—that accursed mark were gone at long last brought much relief to his features as he drew you even closer against his body, bringing his lips to your cheek.

Whenever it came time for you to wake up later, there would surely be a lot to explain.

For now, he was just glad that years of searching had finally been resolved.

All that was left was to make good on sworn promises and to simply never let you go ever again.

How he eagerly awaited that lunch date with you.

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LAIOS IS NEXT YEEEEEEHAW

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chapter ten: maybe we're so meant to be summary: worldwide fame and a political tie or two has you--one of the biggest pop stars around--in dire need of reliable protection. thankfully you have four ex-military retirees to entrust your wellbeing to. but what happens when that protection turns possessive? rating: r story pairing: f!reader/task force 141 | chapter pairing: f!reader/ghost previous chapter | next chapter

last update of the 5-chapter run, everyone ; v ;

thank you and please enjoy !!!

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“Are you going home or are you going to use that hoodie of yours as a pillow again?”

With a sigh, Ghost poked his head into the dance studio. It was late at night and as he recalled, you were due to leave at least an hour ago.

Not that he ever minded waiting for you, of course. He was just more of the mind that you should be resting up as much as you could, not pushing yourself to the brink.

Hence why he had grabbed a Gatorade for you from the studio fridge, now holding it out for you to take.

Hearing him call out your name, you looked up at him sheepishly as you laughed,

“Sorry, Lt.”

The idea of him suplexing Johnny for his corruptive influence crossed his mind. “Oi.”

Upon accepting the bottle, your attention turned back to your phone before you went over some of the footage you took earlier of one of the recent practices from the day, your voice in a sigh.

“I feel bad because I feel I didn’t get this one part of the routine down, but I already sent the dancers home for the night.”

You pressed your hand against your cheek, your eyes closed in thought.

“It’s a work in progress if I decide to feel more comfortable with letting fans up on stage during the tour. Some fan service, you know?”

His mind thought back to that damn video compilation. 

“...No I don’t.”

However, with the blank look on his eyes, you parted your mouth to speak, “Well, fan service is basically when I–”

“It’s fine,” he spoke, a slight rasp to his voice as he reached forward to rest a heavy hand on your shoulder. “I can look it up after you finally get to the hotel and get some sleep. If you’re late for your interview tomorrow morning, I’m not saving you from Pearl or Price.”

“Simon please–” As you whined, you gazed up at him with a pleading stare, a look that suddenly had an ache in his knee start acting up. However, it was as you looked up into his looming shadow that moment that your eyes suddenly glittered with inspiration, quickly scanning him up and down. “Actually, now that I think about it–”

Simon sighed, having a feeling as to where this was going. “It’s too bloody late to be this wired–”

You clasped your hands together, your eyes shining with a plea. “Just this one thing, Si! A couple times, please–at max 3! I’ll even skip ahead to the part I need to practice so you don’t have to sit through everything.”

He stared at you warily while his response betrayed him. 

“...Fine.”

You smiled in deep appreciation as you then pointed to the chair behind you. “That said, I do need you to sit right here.”

“Very well.”

As he sat down, you inspected him, your look calculating while your lips smiled.

“You can keep your hands out to the sides–pretend that you’re being held by my dancers.”

That compilation ran through his head–every wink, kiss to the camera, roll of your hips.

“How about this?”

He brought his arms back, proceeding to clasp his hands behind the back of the chair.

You clapped your hands joyfully. “Ahh even better! More room to practice!”

The music was queued up and you quickly got into place. It was a sultry beat–the type that gets played at clubs with strangers suddenly crawling over one another in dire need of body heat while lovers dance the night away together in lascivious harmony.

Places one would never find him at.

Because why bother stepping foot in a club when he had the only dancer he would ever want to be with right in front of him and–

He felt your hands rest on his shoulders, slowly sliding down towards the front of his chest as you bent down from behind, nuzzling your face against his.

You weren’t in front of him anymore.

The two of you were closer than ever before.

In a matter of seconds, you were all over him as the track went from slow and seductive to pulsating and frantic with energy. Heat emanated from your body as you pressed your body against his while your hands found their way to his hair, your eyes locked with his.

By contrast.

Stone cold. 

He remembered Johnny dizzily referring to him as such during their escape in Las Almas.

And that was how you probably saw him too–still and frigid like a statue.

Perhaps that was why he was granted this honor of having you dance on him, grinding down on his lap, shimmying around, running your hands all over his body. 

You felt safe around him.

Unlike whichever sweaty and slobbering fanboy who would get to be plucked from the audience to take this seat.

Though, the mere idea of any other man getting to witness, bask in, feel the press of your hips bucking down, perceive your immediate presence, savor your scent–the tundra of his fortitude did its best to quell the scorching boil of his blood.

But again, such a dance was only if you felt ever comfortable enough to have fans on stage with you once more.

Something to ponder on, certainly.

However, it was when you stood behind him to drape your leg around his chest, your thigh pressed against his head, that he really started to feel his self-restraint snap.

He was cold-hearted but he was still a man regardless. Did you know how easily he could scoop you into his arms at this very moment, legs dangling off the ground with your sweatpants and panties being yanked down to your ankles before he–

“Simon, are you blushing–?”

With a blink, he was back to reality, facing ahead at the line of mirrors that encompassed the entire wall of the practice space. The reflection of your growing grin and your leg around his chest–he’d snap a picture if he could.

“No.”

Damn near launched the word out like a missile.

“I think not,” you giggled as you pointed right at the top of his cheeks. Pressing lightly at his skin, you were about to drag your manicured finger down to tug his face mask further to uncover the truth.

Were it not by your phone going off with a blare. 

You scrambled, leg hoisting off of his chest as you hurried to the back wall of the practice space to pick up the call. By the particular groan you let as you glanced at the screen, he knew exactly whose name flashed on the screen.

“Where are you?!”

Even without the call being on speaker, he could hear Pearl screech from where he sat.

“Pearl! Sorry sorry! Had some last minute things to lock in for the studio–I’m being picked up by Simon right now!” Your head turned towards his way as he was already bringing the chair over to the back of the practice room. “Already walking over to the car!”

Gathering your bag and the unopened Gatorade bottle, you made a face at Simon as Pearl continued to whinge on about your schedule.

Though there was not much he could do, as the both of you made your way out of the studio down to the parking garage, he only brought his arm around your shoulders, squeezing gently.

A pillow for sleep, practice for dance, protection for safety–whatever you needed of him, he would oblige.

For you were his goddess and he would serve you the world.

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2nd gen k-pop stans rise up !!! lots of inspo for this chapter was drawn from 2ne1's ero dance segment for "i love you" from their japan tour !!!

i also think it would've been fun to set ghost (and the rest of the guys) up to heart monitors to see how affected they'd be from the reader winding and grinding all over them >:)

but with this !!! that concludes the 5-chapter update run i've prepared for this past holiday season !!! i hope both the holidays and 2025 treat you all well !!!

thank you so much everyone !!! after a marathon of updates, alas i think this piece will need to take a break for the meantime 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ rest assured, i will see this piece through to the end !!! just need some time to recuperate and get back to work on the remaining chapters 🫡🫡

when i return, here's what we'll be diving into next time 🥳🥳

- chapter title: pull it to the side and get all up in it- chapter focus: price

tysm again and i'll catch you around !!! feel free to come by on tumblr if you need to yell about british ikemen !!!

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Wait wait the sample prompt sounds real fun tho, if we're still good to request them then I know my vote.

A week in the dog house after an argument has Gintoki at his neediest. If trying to make amends with strawberry parfaits wasn't gonna cut it, then giving you the dicking of a lifetime on Sunday starting at 9:23 AM will !!! (Makeup sex, creampie)

"Man, even a week away from the bed with you has me feeling like K*rito from Sw*rd A*t Onl*ne in that one light novel chapter..."

Upon chugging the last of his Pokari bottle and tossing it over his shoulder, Gintoki rubbed at his eyes with a yawn.

Being awake before 12 in the afternoon was rather early for him, especially on a Sunday.

However...

The moment his hands reached for your thighs once more, the soft plush sensation of your skin against his palms reignited the fire that was usually dulled in his maroon irises.

He did not dare to waste a moment longer, soon sheathing his hardened cock back inside your sopping core, a mess of your slickness and his seed already flooding out from the countless times he had cum inside of you within the morning alone.

Grateful as he was to have a taste of this sinfully sweet sensation, he was most thankful to be able to press his chiseled body right onto yours, his lips hungering to smother down onto yours. Before he went on to indulge himself with kiss after kiss, his eyes met yours--one shutting in a quick wink as he cheekily grinned.

"I'm real sorry for being a moron, but damn after night after night on the couch, I can't wait to stay on top of you all day long!!!"

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When you're kidnapped by your estranged and very toxic religious family and promised to be Wed to a corrupt sanctist Noble obsessed with purity, what's the best way to cancel the wedding and finally cut your toxic lineage behind? your ever reliable friend and beloved Strohl has an idea to get that disownment and annulment speed run going .(Alter sex. Mating press in a church, caught by priest and fiance)

There were so many eyes on you.

The horrified ones of the priest, wondering the hellish depths of scandal this would plummet the church into.

The angered ones of your fiancé, furious that his property was being vandalized yet much too hesitant to even try and put a stop to matters.

The passive ones of God himself, silently spectating from above.

But the only pair of eyes that mattered most to you, who captivated, held, and possessed your attention were the impassioned grey ones currently gazing directly into yours.

You were most familiar and most comforted by those eyes, how they would flash defiantly in face of any foe regardless of strength or status, how they would soften as he reminisced about Halia and his parents.

So rebellious yet so tender--the qualities that defined Leon Strohl da Haliaetus for you.

As his hand delicately cupped your cheek while bringing his lips to yours for the sweetest of kisses, by contrast his hips continued to pummel against yours, the obscene and sticky wet noises of sweat-slicked skin meeting skin defiling the hallowed halls of St. Fermis Church.

Though from Strohl's point of view, what reason was there to maintain respect for an institution that encouraged, protected, and even rewarded selfishly nefarious scum such as your fiancé, who viewed your maidenhood as a prize to be collected?

The mere idea infuriated him the moment that your engagement was announced.

His teeth grit together as he suddenly felt compelled to drive his cock into you even harder, his balls smacking against your ass in heavy slaps as he was compelled to flood your core yet again with his release, the ground of the altar already desecrated with a growing pool of his seed.

He could hear the stumble of the priest as he was suddenly shoved away by your fiancé, who stormed off while raving about how he would see both you and Strohl ruined for your disrespect. Though, by the stammer of his voice, he wondered if he happened to catch a glimpse of the daunting aura of his Archetype.

Not that it mattered to him anyhow.

Not while what he cherished most in the entirety of this world was finally in his arms.

Hearing the soft and sweet mewl of his name from below, Strohl groaned as he wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you close with the intention of never letting you go. With his lips seeking out your neck, he breathlessly affirmed,

"As I swear and as I promise: not to any man, not to any god, you are mine and I am yours."

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As much as you adore your fiance Epel, you've never been able to resist stealing glances at his former vice housewarden Rook Hunt. Eccentric but very handsome, and surprisingly muscular. You're ashamed of your actions but you couldn't help asking him to love you in ways Epel never could (against window sex (does that have a name, who knows), creampie)

"Has the taste of cherry apples grown dull, mon rêve? How curious to see you yearn for the taste of forbidden fruit~"

The twinkle in his emerald green eyes, the enthused timbre of his words--all trademark to what you knew of Rook from the stories that Epel would tell you of him to what you had seen firsthand since being formally introduced to him during this past week's special Night Raven College school reunion.

Yet what still managed to catch you by absolute surprise was that deceptive strength of his. With his fondness for flashy robes and capes, it was easy to forget that beneath that flowy fabric was the sturdy chiseled physique of a true hunter.

One who currently had you trapped and ensnared against a window within one of the hallways within Pomefiore's historied dorm halls.

Together, with clothes discarded, decorum forgotten, bodies pressed flush close against one another, hot sticky rivulets of cum dripping to the floor, you were subjected to the fluid yet vigorously relentless pace of Rook spearing his cock into you from behind.

The same hand that so delicately brought yours up to his lips for a chaste kiss was locked to your hip, keeping you anchored in place as his hips slapped against your backside.

You were made to brace against the glass, the sleek surface feeling even colder against your bared breasts thanks to the chilled evening air outside. From where you stood, a glance down showed all former Pomefiore students mingling with one another as tonight's reunion continued on, your fiancé most likely stuck by Vil's side.

But you couldn't think much of your sweet Epel, not while you were left gasping and shuddering as Rook kept your core stuffed to the brim, the temptatious hot drag of his tongue along your neck maintaining full possession of your focus.

On the sanctity of chivalry, Rook wondered if it was right to given in to his urge to bite at your neck. Certainly, Epel wouldn't be too pleased whatsoever to see such a mark on his dearest wife-to-be's neck.

Ultimately however, he was a bonafide hunter through and through.

A proud one at that.

Forbidden fruit served as a delectable treat, but Rook was much more enthused to sink his teeth further into his newfound quarry.

And so he did.

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chapter seven: hedonistic with the gravel drawl and dead eyes summary: worldwide fame and a political tie or two has you--one of the biggest pop stars around--in dire need of reliable protection. thankfully you have four ex-military retirees to entrust your wellbeing to. but what happens when that protection turns possessive? rating: r story pairing: f!reader/task force 141 | chapter pairing: f!reader/ghost previous chapter | next chapter

i also haven't known peace since finding out that samuel roukin also djs because then that (for me) highly opens up the possibility of ghost having a rave bae 😭😭😭😭 WHO WANTS THAT PLUR LUVIN FROM MR. RILEY

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It was 3 AM in the morning and Simon was going to kill Johnny.

While by this point existing in today’s society resulted in phones and internet algorithms intertwining together in a heated affair of privacy invasion, he still found himself annoyed that rather than seeing the usual curated lineup of videos featuring hours of ambient nature sounds, a couple of highlight videos from his favorite dry wit comedians, and a selection of unearthed acid house gems, it was nothing but you, you, and you.

He was already dedicated to you, but did he have to be obsessed with you?

Given by the barrage of videos that were listed out in his watch history, whether a music video from your recent solo work to interviews from back when you were still a fresh debut with 4EVA, this was going to be the last time he was ever going to lend his phone over to Johnny while his was chucked in a corner somewhere to charge during their weekly pub meetings with Kyle and Price.

Which, all things considered, his phone was likely sapped of battery because he was too busy streaming your videos in the highest resolution he possibly could.

Now, here he was in bed, in the midst of finally getting ready to go to sleep and rather than see a readily available montage of forest noises to help him doze off, he instead had the very last video that Johnny was viewing on his phone at the top of his watch history.

Though, by the red line that only reached halfway across the bottom of the thumbnail of the video, it looked to be that he didn’t get to finish watching in full.

Simon already knew why Johnny hit ‘play’ in the first place.

The selected image used to entice viewers to watch was you in mid-performance on stage, seated on a chair. The exact order of what Simon noticed first was as follows: the look of absolute euphoria on your face with your head thrown back, your legs spread wide open, your cleavage jutting forward while supported by a corset bodysuit, finished off with matching thigh highs and heels.

And with the title of “dollface’s SEXIEST moments that keep me up at night” right to the side, he stared at his phone warily before his eyes closed, an exasperated sigh escaping him.

To think that you were the same fragile little thing he saved at Glastonbury.

As his eyes fluttered open, he–within the darkness of his flat’s bedroom with nary a light on save for the OLED glow of his phone– proceeded to tap at the left side of the screen with his thumb.

Of course the clip that Johnny last left on was you sprawled on the stage upon your front, your hips lifting up and down in bouncing rhythm to a heavy bass beat, your ass jiggling in the poorest excuse of denim shorts, so intentionally distressed and ripped that you may as well have just been wearing threads.

Simon’s finger was immediately planting on the screen once again to start this particular moment from the top. Though, with how gargantuan his hands were in general, accidentally overstepping was bound to happen.

And of course he ended up rewinding the video to the moment before. It was the same concert, same song, albeit this earlier clip had you still on your front, but your ass raised and shaking high in the air, your eyes shut in a wink as you continued to sing about how you were here to please and satisfy your lover’s every desire.

A low grunt escaped his lips.

By this point, he really should have just shut off his phone and just resigned himself to count all the sheep he would throw at Johnny in revenge for this but he felt compelled to rewind the video further back once more to a new clip.

A flash of camo had him regret his decision.

It was a performance from some years ago with the rest of your group mates from 4EVA, the clip being taken from a fan’s focused recording of you.

A camo hooded shrug that perfectly accentuated the bandeau top that hugged your breasts, complemented with an army green miniskirt, over-the-knee combat boots and a black thigh holster.

This outfit paired with choreography that had your hips swinging and breasts bouncing while your voice was in a seductive purr that melded with cold synths and your gaze was so wild and captivating–if there was anyone in the world who held the power to kill all 4 members of 141 by glance alone, it was you.

That night at the pub when Johnny uncovered the music video that kicked off this particular album cycle while he continued to teach the guys more about your career–Simon remembered distinctly.

“Take a look’at this, lads.”

Johnny was grinning to ear as he presented his phone, pointing at the clip on his screen: You perched at the rooftop, dressed in some techwear getup that looked more like you were going to a techno rave in Berlin than doing any sort of combat, a sniper rifle in your hands, your lips curled in a smirk as you looked to be taking aim at an ex-boyfriend.

Kyle choked on his drink while Price almost knocked over his pint as he howled with laughter.

And though Simon snorted with a “fuckin’ hell”, his lips couldn’t help but twitch into a faint smirk behind his face mask.

“A face worth goin’ tae war for, right?!” Johnny chirped, all while his twinkling blue eyes shifted over to Simon’s as he teased, “A better shot than you, Lt.”

This time, his eyes rolled. “I’ll note that next time you’re dancing with death.”

“Curious about what she thinks of this video now with us around,” Kyle laughed once he caught his breath, a hand on his chest while he watched the video continue to play out. “I definitely need to ask her about this next time.” With a glance over, he asked, “Send me the link, yeah Johnny?”

Johnny’s thumb poked up. “Of course, man.”

“I do wonder if she still has that outfit.”

Suddenly everyone was looking at Price.

He only shrugged, unfazed as he took another swig from his cup. “A lesson on accurate military wear could enrichen the woman’s mind.”

“Yer not slick, ye old bastard,” Johnny sighed with a shake of his head, just before his eyes turned towards the quietest one of their quartet. “Simon, you want the link too?”

Continuing to watch the music video play, Simon wondered if you would ever be interested in learning how to properly aim a sniper rifle, how it would feel to hover right above you, to have you in his arms again–even closer this time–, his big hands on top of your smaller ones, his massive build obscuring yours with ease–

“No.”

Johnny sent it anyway.

It was 3 AM and Simon was watching you writhe on a bed in handcuffs and designer brand rags for a dress from a music video released just shy before 4EVA’s last album cycle before the group entered an indefinite but amicable hiatus.

He sucked harshly between his teeth as he felt the heated rush of his blood shoot down south.

At this point, he definitely wasn’t going to be sleeping any time soon.

However, as he proceeded to slip a hand beneath the waistband of his sleeping pants to ease the aching throb of his thick cock, the hand that was still cradling his phone began to scrub the video to the very beginning–hopefully that clip of you on the chair would be the first thing to greet him, a nice new visual to tuck into the depths of his brain, allowing it to sit, grow and bloom into sordid dreams of you dancing for him, on top of him.

While this would only result in him staying up even further, Simon already felt much more at ease, anger towards Johnny subdued and quelled, desire for you kindled and encouraged to scorch.

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for any k-pop stans who are reading this, if the mv song and army-themed outfit descriptions reminded you of aespa's whiplash, that is exactly what i was inspired/had in mind while writing this chapter out lololol

but yes !!! ty again for reading !!! just a little sprinkle of spice in this chapter for seasoning, for flavor 🤏

see you at the next update !!! it's going to be a little bumpy 

chapter title: maybe you should run right back to her

chapter focus: soap

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Self Love

Summary: Bound by bestowed duty, burdened by the fate of countless, it only made sense that you, Meteor, and Clive would share not just many things in common, but a bed together.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Clive/F!Reader/Meteor

tfw i've been cooking up this double penetration since the fanfest london announcement 🧍‍♀️

sorry to wols who don't main smn i hope you and everyone else still enjoy milking clive and meteor 🙇‍♀️

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As a Warrior of Light, it was a wonder how you were able to constantly find yourself trapped between a rock and a hard place.

To which your roguishly rugged handsome companion would grin and cheekily comment something along the lines of “Well, my name is Meteor after all.”

And it was by this you would test his mettle and knowledge of Paladin as you called forth the fierce might of Phoenix in response.

Though, then again, you did have to be very mindful of mentioning the likes of “Phoenix” and “eikon”, lest you cast your other rugged yet sullenly handsome companion into yet another frenzied existential fit.

Clive Rosfield.

Poor man had just barely dragged himself out of the storm of having to comprehend how he managed to find himself plucked from his motherland of Valisthea only to be unceremoniously flung to the world of Eorzea, where he would cross paths with you and Meteor.

Thankfully, he was in the company of those who were well familiar with the concept of traveling dimensions. Meteor was the one to give Clive a reassuring pat on the back as he affirmed that it would just be a matter of when until some means to return him to his universe was found.

For now, as he cheerfully suggested, Clive could tag along with the both of you, joining your trek to venture to lands yet to be visited by either of you. The world had just been saved and the realm beckoned to be explored.

While understandably conflicted at first–what with thoughts of home, his brother, his friends at the Hideaway and across the Twins, and more weighing on his mind–Clive eventually relented and agreed to join. In such a foreign yet strangely familiar world, any lessons, techniques, and even powers he could acquire here to bring back to his world to bring forth needed revolution and change, then so be it.

He just had to quickly get used to you calling forth vastly different versions of Ifrit, Titan, Garuda, Bahamut and Phoenix with a mere book and a glowing foxdograbbit.

Similarly, while you and Meteor had seen your fair share of madness across your journeys together, you both couldn’t help but be in awe whenever Clive drew forth power from the eikons of his world that mirrored so perfectly with the primals of Eorzea, to even witnessing him prime into the infernal behemoth that was his Ifrit while squaring off with foes and hunts alike alongside you both.

Sharing tales of triumphs and losses over a campfire within the Black Shroud, offering knowledge that could only be learned in the heat of battle while sailing through the azure skies on an airship to Radz-at-Han, keeping watch of one another while treading treacherous ground through Coerthas, unwinding in the comforts of a local izakaya in Kugane after a hard day’s effort–this in turn had the three of you to bonding ever so closer together. After all, each of you had borne the burden of being savior in your respective worlds, carried forth the hopes and dreams of friends and allies present and past, maintained the balance of using your bestowed powers responsibly and striving to not allow self-doubt and greed corrupt your hearts so, and much more.

Beneath the warmth of the afternoon sun, your days together would be spent in glorious adventure.

Whereas underneath the dreamy glow of the evening moon, your nights were bathed and adorned in absolute euphoria.

All because Meteor couldn’t help but grin the very instant he noticed the way how Clive’s eyes would linger on you whenever the moment allowed for it, the shift from morose uncertainty to shy yearning reflected in those deep cerulean irises of his.

And with how long he had been adventuring with you all this time, he would be much too ashamed if he failed to notice that dreamy, awestricken stare of yours every time you marveled at Clive whenever he demonstrated his beastly prowess in battle.

The visitor and the host.

Experienced in combat yet naive with romance was the former.

Always thinking about the bigger picture and much too used to putting the needs of the world before one’s own desires was the latter.

Meteor, however, stood right in the middle and was ever eager to bridge gaps.

In this particular case, he did just that by keeping you sandwiched right between him and Clive as the three of you were tangled together in bed. Clothes and armor were long discarded and strewn across the floor of your inn’s suite, ensuring that nothing would get in the way of your two rugged companions and their wandering hands along your body.

As to be expected, Clive was curious with every touch as he lied beneath you, his fingers basking in the warmth of your bare skin as they sought to find which spots pleasured you most. Every moan you let you had his breath caught in his throat–a precious action soon followed by a burning need to elicit as many mewls of his name from your lips as much as possible.

By contrast, Meteor was ever proud as he quipped that he knew your body best–even better than you when he felt more daring. Maintaining his position above and behind you, he boldly grabbed at your breasts and gave your ass a few good slaps, with each gasp he earned in response being demonstrated as a reward that Clive could also earn were he to handle you in a similar way. And while stepping in as teacher had its own unique fun, he relished in being able to make you melt and crumble underneath him with every knowing stroke and plunge of his fingers.

Despite their different approaches towards you however, both were in absolute agreement in ravishing you thoroughly. With you caged between two broad and sturdy physiques of divine, chiseled muscle, you were kept perfectly in prime position to have Clive and Meteor plunge their thick, long cocks inside of you in tandem, leaving you crying out in sheer bliss as your core and your ass were subject to their relentless pounding.

“You’ve gotta find it rather humorous, mate–” Letting out a breathy laugh, Meteor pushed back his sweaty bangs away from his eyes as he peeked over your shoulder to glance at Clive, a grin plastered on his lips. “–you used to keep your distance from our lovely summoner every time that book was out, but now you can’t even stand to be a step away!”

At once, Clive had his eyes shut firmly tight, far too overwhelmed by the sinfully sweet sensation of the dripping wet velvet heat of your core continuing to squeeze around his cock. Yet at Meteor’s words, his eyelids fluttered open as he hoarsely responded with, “Could you blame me?” all while his hands reaffirmed their hold on your hips.

His cheeky grin now more of a wicked smirk, Meteor remarked, “Not in the slightest! After all, I speak from experience…!”

Upon the last word he uttered, his posture hunched forward as he proceeded to ramp up the pace and intensity of his thrusts, barreling his dick into your ass with feverish frenzy.

“And what’s that supposed to mean, Mete–!”

Though you were made to squeal all the more, you were ready to turn back towards Meteor with a stern questioning look, were it not for him already prepared for your reaction. Before you could complete your sentence, you suddenly found yourself pressed further down against Clive, the gentle yet heavy weight of a hand on the back of your head urging you to lock lips with him instead.

“Now, now, love–while I’ll never get enough of having your eyes on me, you’ve got a primal to master! Focus!”

Meteor’s laughter filled your ears while Clive’s tongue clumsily found its way into your mouth.

While you were eager to get back at the former, it was as your eyes found its way to the latter’s that you truly found yourself speechless.

The pure adoration held for you that was reflected in Clive’s eyes had your heart flutter and your hands quickly cupping his grizzled jaw as you hungrily reciprocated his affection.

And as the two of you kissed, you felt the stubble of Meteor’s chin scratch against the nape of your neck as he kissed your skin, making sure to press further down against the points that made you shiver most.

Stuck in the middle between the two men who cherished you most, you knew you weren’t going to be leaving the bed anytime soon tonight—especially when they had so much love they wished to pour inside of you over and over.

Even so, you were more than delighted to be in your current position. From this day onward, regardless of where your paths may lead as they split and twist, you would find your way to back to them, even worlds apart. 

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Throw Your Weight Around And Behind Me - Let's Rip It All to Confetti

Summary: With lands as grand and vast as Valisthea's, it was understandable to feel alone.

Yet as long as the presence of that man was close by, you would never have to bear the burden of loneliness. 

[Contains plot spoilers for Final Fantasy XVI] 

Rating: R

Pairing: F!Reader/Joshua

[Previous Piece - Cidolfus]

ur honor i'm in amore with the anti-carrot ikemen 🧎‍♀️

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You were in love with a deceptive man.

Of course, while he would never lie to you out of cruel malice, Joshua always knew how to take you by surprise.

A strong heart that bore so much fiery passion was encased within a body of porcelain.

Beautiful yet so delicate.

His inherited resilience was boundless, up until his persistently accursed fatigue had him rendered to the floor, his breath lost, his body strained.

As always, you were ever by his side, potions and salves at the ready to soothe his ache and comfort his pain all while you cradled him close to your chest, your voice a mix of loving concern and exasperated desperation while you urged for him to step away from further exertion in favor of the resting comfort of a bed.

The world needed to be saved, yes–but the world meant nothing to you if he was not there to witness the hard fought salvation.

And of course, he was grateful to receive your attention, yet you knew all too well what your constant fussing and worrying cultivated in his heart.

I am not a boy.

He was used to this all of his life, denied freedom to roam around with his brother during his youth because of his frail stature–which in turn only drew an even stricter monitoring from that wretched mother of his.

Now, for him, having well matured into adulthood, it was your continued fretting that drew him to action.

He was at his most weakened state before he found himself drawn into your arms, but it was by the sensation of your embrace that granted him the strength to break free.

Only so he could be the one to take you into his arms.

For as much as you worried about him, all he desired was to calm your storm in your heart with the warmth of his love.

At once, you were helping him to bed, your voice in a sigh over him pushing himself needlessly once again, his arm slung around your shoulder, your hand guiding him by the waist.

In minutes, that fragile grip snapped with a surge of power, your wrist suddenly finding itself seized before you were the one to first take the bed while Joshua claimed his place above you, strawberry blonde locks shadowing over his eyes, glimpses of darkened sapphire beneath that conveyed one message in particular.

I am a man.

He was never rough with you–never! He was raised to be a gentleman and he would never handle you with brutality.

But he was thorough.

His lips smothering yours with yearning hunger, his tongue eager to plunge into your mouth, all while he teasingly hummed over who was the more delicate one as his fingers journeyed down to between your thighs.

From once needing all the support you could provide so he could sit up to keeping you anchored down to the bed by the relentless rhythm of his hips barreling down onto yours, all while his lips marked his presence on your neck–a declaration of the role he gladly served in your life.

For while Joshua’s delicate stature may be deceptive to the strength he possessed, his love for you was anything but.

[lovehotelreservation]

Fridays were a blessing for single dad Toji, especially those fridays when his kids were staying over with a friend for the long weekend. That meant when you, his endearing neighbor that stopped by from time to time decided to come by yet again only to realize the kids weren't there, he decided to put your visit to good use, especially now that he has some alone time with you night after night of this long weekend. (Creampie, Bondage, and Breeding (optional))

Sorry forgot the time for Toji XD Let's go with 12am

"Isn't it a nice friendly formality for neighbors to trade?"

It was as he spoke that Toji dragged a thick calloused finger along where red rope was tense and snug along your skin.

You were a sight to behold.

A gorgeous composition of your body and red rope right on his bed. Your wrists tied behind your back, your chest made to look much more appetizingly prominent, your legs spread wide apart with your thighs and calves bound together, your core glistening wet with your juices and his seed.

He saw beauty just as much as he saw an opportunity to better his living conditions. Your house had a backyard after all.

His big hands cradled your hips as he presumed with sheathing the thick and heavy girth of his cock back inside your core, the welcoming tightness of your center beckoning his primal instincts to unload his seed inside of you over and over.

Toji's tongue swiped over his smirking lips before he went on to do the same with yours, swallowing your moans as he kissed you.

Savoring the sensation of you writhing beneath his broad and chiseled physique, he continued on with his train of thought as he casually proposed,

"Become my cum dump and I'll be the stay at home dad of your dreams. Fair trade, yeah? Megumi could use another playmate ♡"