#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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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 your 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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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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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.

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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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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 ♡"

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Thighs of Heaven - Warm Welcome

Summary: You left without a word all those years ago, and yet here you were, hoping you would be taken back.

Needless to say, they would take you over and over.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Abbacchio/Buccellati/Giorno/F!Reader/Mista/Fugo/Narancia

Hello 🙇‍♀️

It's been a while and I hope you've been well 🫂

I took a walk down memory lane and this piece came forth as a result 🙏

Thank you so much for the love and support you've shown this collection all these years 🥹💖

As always, I hope you enjoy 🤲💞

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How long has it been since you were last in this building?

Out in the countryside not too far from Naples, there was a villa–a restored structure maintained across the decades since it was first constructed during an era long past. At first glance, there wasn’t anything that made the building too uncommon from other houses and properties within the area. Though, what did help the villa stand out was the humble field of tomatoes and grapes that was located towards the back of the house–an inheritance from the previous owner, a beloved local producer of pasta sauces and artisan wines.

There was a time when you saw this building as home, as sanctuary.

At once, you were all smiles and mirth as you stepped forward within the villa’s halls, surrounded by the six men who you swore to remain loyal to until your last breath.

Now, you were sullen and silent while you were led forward alone, save for the man who walked by your side, one arm curled behind your waist while long and calloused fingers were clasped around your wrist.

It wasn’t even a brutishly painful grip either.

If you tried with all your might, you could break away and take off running.

But you already knew you wouldn’t make it far. The moment you were escorted through the front door just a moment ago was you stepping right back into your cage. 

After all, there was simply no way that Buccellati would ever let you leave this house again.

And the same could certainly be said for the others as well.

As the two of you passed along the current chaotic mix of decor between priceless paintings that were carefully set upon the wall and holiday decorations that were most definitely strung up by clumsy and bickering hands, you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until you would be reuniting with your former famiglia.

By the sounds of holiday music and the familiar lively and raucous back and forths coming from the living room, you took in a deep breath as you were guided inside.

“Oi, oi where’d you disappear off to, Buccellati–?!”

As quick as his head snapped to face the living room entryway, Narancia went from grinning jovially with a mouthful of panettone to his jaw and his cake piece dropping in absolute shock.

Similarly, a glass of scotch shattered and spilled onto the marble floor below, Abbacchio just barely catching himself from allowing the rest of his bottle pouring needlessly in waste as he stared at you with widened eyes.

At a loss for words, Fugo could only stumble his way over to the speaker system to shut off Narancia’s holiday music playlist, needing and demanding immediate silence as he took in the current situation.

Once being reclined in pure and utter relaxation on a sofa chair, Mista jolted up onto his feet the moment he caught sight of your face, taking a step forward before freezing in place, unsure of how to react.

You lowered your head, casting your gaze to the floor.

With everyone dressed in their loungewear at that too, witnessing their reactions and the abrupt shift in atmosphere only deepened a sense of shame within you, a guilt for intruding a place you didn’t belong to anymore. 

All eyes were on you.

Except for the man who currently had his back towards you as he gazed out the grand arched window that looked out towards the tomato and grape fields, long and golden blonde locks tied into a loose braid, his house robe regal and rich. Just seeing his silhouette and the way he stood alone, he looked and carried himself more and more to be the Don that Passione so desperately needed.

He did not look back, even as he heard yours and Buccellati’s footsteps move closer to the center of the room.

“While you all were marveling at your presents, I found our former comrade wandering around the outskirts of the villa,” Buccellati remarked as his gaze met each of his companions, never once loosening his grip on you.

Typically, a remark like this would’ve drawn the ire of an easily stoked Narancia, but no one dared or could bring themselves to speak.

Silence hung heavily in the air, save for the crackling flames of the roaring fireplace, each second spent with nary a word from any of the men furthering the tension that was wracking through your body.

Up until one voice and one word caught hold of your attention.

“Amore.”

By instinct, you lifted your head, even as your chest tightened while your heart fluttered.

It had been years since you heard his voice call out to you with that affectionate term, but despite how conflicted and tense you felt to stand in this very room, you finally found it within yourself to speak at last.

“Yes, Giorno?”

And then, at last, the man by the window turned around to face you fully. While you were relieved to see that there was no look of anger or disgust on his features, you could not fully be at ease as he proceeded to make his way over to where you stood.

“No other gift can compare to what I–to what we see before us at this very moment,” he began, his turquoise eyes boring right into yours while he gestured towards you with his hands.

It was only when he was mere inches apart from you that Buccellati finally relinquished his hold on your waist and wrist.

You dared to not even shrink away, however. This was a test, after all–a test on your motives for daring to show your face after what happened between you and the six all those years ago.

Your physical freedom was short-lived however, as you soon found your face being cupped by Giorno’s soft warm hands. Similar to Buccellati, while he cradled you gently, he imposed an aura that you knew would be inescapable should you even think to flee.

“The day you left Passione, left us…,” he continued, the thoughtful look on his features dropping to one of morose as he dredged forth those memories. “...not even mercy from God could salve the heartbreak we all felt.”

He proceeded to look around the room, making eye contact with the others like Buccellati did as he sighed, “I don’t think any of us truly recovered from your departure.”

“Hmph even as you tried to poison us all in one go,” was Abbacchio’s grumble, his arms folded across his chest while his eyes narrowed towards your direction.

Were it not for Giorno’s hands, you would have lowered your head in shame.

With another member breaking the silence–Abbacchio at that too–Narancia felt more confident in speaking up, even as his voice shook ever so at this chance to finally speak to you directly again. “Doing that even knowing you were up against us–you must have loved your famiglia, huh?”

“A famiglia that turned its back on you and had since fought within itself until its recent collapse.”

Your hands swiftly curled into fists at Buccellati’s words, a painful storm of memories rushing through your mind, from having allies that you were willing to double-cross the country’s most feared famiglia for only to be cruelly cast aside after failing to get rid of Passione’s highest ranking members to watching your former home succumb to a fiery storm of betrayal and vengeance.

By the gasp of everyone aside from Giorno, it seemed as though only he and Buccellati were aware of this transpiring–it was always those two who had their ear to the ground on these sorts of things. 

“When I received the report, I knew it was only a matter of time until our paths crossed again, tesoro, whether we went hunting for you, or well…this,” Buccellati elaborated, his composed tone implying that perhaps him finding you was less on coincidence and more on expectation.

He knew you too well. They all did.

“And so the stray comes crawling back.” Harsh as his words may have been, the way that Abbacchio continued to look at you was stained more with heartbreak than hatred.

Mista immediately jumped in to speak. “But it’s not like we’re any angels here either, as you know damn well, right bella?” A grin formed on his lips as soon as you faced him, having longed to take in your beauty again after so long.

“It would be hypocritical for us to say otherwise.” Your heart ached hearing the quivered breath of Fugo. While you witnessed firsthand his renewed loyalty to Passione, you knew how much that his initial departure from the group was like that of a shameful scar from his perspective.

“Yeah! Yeah! Exactly! We’re not the church but we’ll forgive you over and over!” Narancia cried out, a plea for you to look at him as well. Once your eyes met his–now lining with tears–he begged, “Just don’t leave us again!!!”

It was at this very moment that you felt Giorno’s thumbs run over your cheeks in a delicate caress, prompting your attention to return towards him once again.

“Just looking at you, I know exactly why you are here, amore. Tell us, would you yourself prefer to demonstrate your renewed loyalty on your own–”

One hand relinquished its hold on your cheek to instead cup your chin, gripping it firmly as his turquoise irises–now darkened–stared right into yours. His tone low, he murmured,

“--or would you rather that we reform you as we see fit?”

You gulped, your chest tight but the pit of your belly warm. Your answer was simple but one that was difficult to voice out. However, as you found yourself once again at the center of attention and desire for these six men, you declared,

“...Both.”

The mood in the room shifted once again.

“You always were such a greedy one,” was the last chuckle that Giorno let out before he proceeded to smother his lips onto yours.

The others needed no further prompt to leap right onto you.

A tempest of lips and hands descended upon you, making quick work of your clothes and reclaiming your body for their possession by bites and nips to your skin.

Just before, you stood before them all to plead your request to be accepted by them once more. Now, you were knelt in the center of all of them in fealty, offering your apologies with parted lips and stroking fingers. No matter which hand was guiding your head or tugging at your hair, you kept your mouth open wide to gratefully take in their cocks, pre-cum being smeared against your cheeks while your palm weighed and massaged their balls.

When you first sought to complete your mission to eliminate the six as assigned to you by your previous famiglia, you prepared yourself to do whatever it took to get in their good graces, even if it meant going to bed with whoever.

But with the pleasure and the love demonstrated to you over and over across the time spent with them all, you could still feel their phantom touch throughout the years that followed after your betrayal.

Now you were grateful to be together with the six once again. With you right in the center of them all, you had finally returned to your proper place, regardless of whichever position they had you take.

“Shit, how’d you get even tighter since we last saw you, bella? Guess we’ll have to work on loosening you up more, yeah?” While Mista’s tone was light, you knew this was nothing short of a promise while he was kneeling before you, squeezing your thighs while his cock hammered into your core at a tremendous pace.

“I hope you haven’t been fucking other men while you were away! Because we’ll definitely find them and teach a lesson on respecting other people’s belongings!” Narancia huffed as he continued to straddle your chest, his hands gripping your breasts while he slid his dick right in-between them.

Having situated himself by your head, Fugo had a handful of your hair while you had a mouthful of his balls. While he eagerly looked forward to coating your face with his cum, he hissed out, “For now, you must be punished.”

Mista, Narancia, and Fugo. The three who would do whatever it took to bring a smile to your face, whether it was gifting you anything you desired or eliminating any fool who dared to look at you wrong.

By contrast, however–

“Are we too forgiving or too foolish?”

His hands cradling your hips–his grip much tighter compared to when he was escorting you inside–Buccellati posed his question out loud with an amused timber while he remained beneath your body, having you bounce up and down the long length of his cock.

“It’s both.” 

Snarling lowly, Abbacchio continued on with making a mess of your shoulder blades with messy kisses, a streak of black lipstick along your skin all while he plunged his dick deep into your ass.

“I guess it’s what happens when you’re so helplessly in love,” Buccellati chuckled while he gazed at you adoringly, his heart full from this blessed chance to see you gorgeously writhe in pleasure once again.

As you remained on your hands and knees, you kept your eyes looking up towards the looming figure who stood before you, the same one whose cock was currently stuffed right into your mouth.

Admiring the look of debauched obedience on your face in contrast to the affectionate expression on his features, Giorno stroked your hair fondly while he glided the full length of his cock in and out your mouth.

His other hand returned to your face, by which he was fond of the feeling and sight of his tip pushing against your cheek from within.

Sighing out with bliss, he mused, “We’ll take you over and over, we’ll take you back over and over.”

Marveling at your current disarray–your cheeks stained, your eyes yearning, your submissive form–he continued, “Because you could run to any place in the world but we’ll be there to bring you back to where you belong by any means necessary, amore.”

Buccellati, Abbacchio, Giorno. The three who would tear the world apart for you, whether at your wish or if doing so would bring you back.

And as all three soon released inside of you, it did not take much longer for you to be passed onto the next man. Regardless of who it was, you were happy to offer your lips for kisses, the space between your legs for nestling, and your heart for affection.

It had been far too long since you were last in this house, and all six would make sure to make up for all the time lost.

After all, they would never let you leave them ever again.

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You feel like you've been out of shape lately, unable to keep up with Vash when things turned sour. Vash being the sweet and mindful plant he is decided on creating a new training regimen for the both of you (Full nelson, marathon sex).

"I know we've been at this for a while, but you're doing so great!!! We'll be on equal level in no time!!! I promise you!!! We can treat ourselves to all the donuts after this!!!"

Easier for Vash to say.

After all, he wasn't the one to have remained suspended up off of the ground, legs and arms immobilized by solid muscle and sturdy metal, and drooling core stuffed and fed with thick cock and sticky cum for what felt like hours at this point.

But it wasn't as if you were complaining.

To have Vash holding you so tight and secure like this, his hands clasped behind your head and his arms hooked underneath your thighs, your back pressed against this scarred chiseled chest, all while his lips offered you encouragement to your ear and kisses to your neck--it was nothing short of bliss.

Though what was undoubtedly certain was that he was going to have to carry you over to the donut shop after this.

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Hunting for Sport

Summary: He was seen as The Outlaw to many. But to you--especially after what you’ve done to him--he was your hunter.

[Contains plot spoilers for Final Fantasy XVI]

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Clive

i was up until 4 am yesterday to finish ff16  🚬��

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There was a bounty on your head.

A piece of parchment with your face illustrated across, a hefty lump sum of gil stamped right beneath.

Who could resist trying their luck for such a splendid prize?

But being wanted so much was why you were currently meandering through the bustling streets of Kanver. Grand boulevards lined with shops and stalls offering the finest wares and goods in all of Valisthea, enticing big crowds to peruse–which, in turn, allowed for you to blend in easily without being noticed, especially with the hood of your cloak drawn over your head.

Even in the case of drawing suspicion amidst the hubbub, a quick turn into a nearby alleyway or striking up conversation with an earnest merchant was enough to shake off any attention.

Of course, there was one point to be made: Why go through such lengths when you could seek comfort in the shadows?

And the answer to such a question was simple.

It was as you were approaching a busy intersection at the heart of one of Kanver’s beloved marketplaces when a shadow loomed above you from behind, a soft yet gruff “Pardon me” uttered before you felt someone shift beside you to move on ahead.

The calm expression on your features broke into mischievous glee as you immediately took a few steps back.

That towering herculean physique, clothes, cape and armor of fine crimson and sturdy obsidian, the fine brisk hairs of a beard along his chiseled jaw that barely masked the strikingly distinct scar on his cheek, a grand and gorgeous sword sheathed on the scabbard that hung on his back, and–most captivatingly of all–those darling deep blue eyes that stared out ahead, narrowed ever so slightly in focus.

The Outlaw.

By his infamous renown, he was the only man you would ever entertain the thought of being apprehended by.

You readied to disappear back into the crowds.

That would have to wait for another day, another city, however.

But as you stepped back once more, it was right when you turned that you realized that those captivating blue eyes were no longer facing forward.

They were facing directly to your direction, straight right into your eyes.

His gaze thinned and his eyebrows furrowed as he shifted into a far more hawkish stance while his mouth uttered one word.

A word that made your eyes glitter with thrill and your lips curl into a wide grin.

Your name.

Your instincts roared at you to flee and so you did.

The hunt was on.

Kanver’s streets were to be the playing grounds while The Outlaw was to be your predator.

And as appealing as it sounded with how utterly handsome he was, you were in no mood to be easy prey.

Prior to this encounter, you had your means of discretely slipping back into the shadows. Yet for every moment you heard the heavy thuds of his armored boots a bit too close for your liking, you went from trying to slip back into the crowds to barrelling yourself through as much as you could, for ven a moment’s hesitation could result in being seized by the clawed grip of The Outlaw.

Forward, onward. 

A sharp turn around a corner. 

Kicking at a barrel to obstruct a path. 

Weaving in and out from street to shop.

The threat of his hand finally grabbing at the back of neck felt closer with each attempted swipe.

It was as you rushed through the empty storage hall of an abandoned store front that you then decided to tear off your cloak, tossing it back behind you as one last effort to hold him up before you would try to find refuge elsewhere.

Not that you needed your cloak to begin with.

Even with your hood on, The Outlaw had gazed upon your hunting bill far too long much within his personal quarters to mistake you.

After all, you were the one to send the parchment to him in the first place.

Your fingers immediately tugged at the front tie and clasp of your cloak just before tossing it back behind you while you dug deep into the well of your energy to sprint as fast as you could.

And then, you heard a burst of flame behind. 

The cool seaside air behind you was replaced by the brush of scorching heat, soon replaced by the natural warmth of flesh as a big sturdy arm immediately wrapped around your waist before pulling you back against a broad and chiseled chest, an action that was more smooth rather than brutish.

You barely could get a gasp out, your eyes wide and jaw slack in surprise.

The hunt was over but The Outlaw was far from done.

Your name was uttered once more right as you were drawn into a turn, your eyes soon finding themselves gazing right up into his.

All while your lips were soon claimed by his own.

So hungry, so yearning.

Passion was in the heart of its ferocity.

One that you were happy to reciprocate in return.

Yet as the two of you pulled away for air, you finally got a few words out in a huff.

“Using magic? That’s not fair, Clive…!”

You were met with a small grin in response. 

“Did you expect an outlaw to play fairly?” He chuckled just before kissing you once again, all while his hands reached to grab at your backside. “Then again, I’d say we’re eye to eye on this after what you did…”

Your pout was replaced by a satisfied smile as you recalled the last night you spent together, just before you took off for a mission towards the Easternmost coast of Storm.

You and him at his study, his desk a mess of paperwork and letters. His wrists were bound behind him while he remained seated, his teeth gritted tight as he fought back to groan and snarl too loudly while you rode his cock, bouncing up and down his lap. You made sure to brush your breasts right against his chest, knowing fully well that all he craved was to have his hands on you, to please you as much as you pleased him.

Though, you were more of the mind to be far more wicked, for it was as he was ready to release that you suddenly got off of him, breaking your kiss with him to instead bring your lips to his ear while your hand wrapped around the base of his cock to bring him to orgasm, his seed staining your fingers instead of spilling inside of you as he so desperately wanted.

The devastation on his face was too precious for words.

Joining you, being close to you, being one with you–that was what he cherished most.

It was teasingly cruel, you knew.

Yet how could you resist wickedness around him?

Witnessing those deep tender blue eyes of his become stormy with burning desire was a sight you were simply addicted to beholding.

And thus, if he wanted to receive what he wanted from you, he would just have to hunt you down, as you sweetly murmured into his ear.

You were gone before the last knot of the ropes around his wrists unraveled.

Now you were here, caught and caged against him while he kissed your mouth, his hands caught between pulling at your clothes to outright tearing at the fabric, urgency in his pace and touch.

What a joy it was to be hunted by him.

Your body, his bounty.

Your heart, his prize.

You, his.

[lovehotelreservation]

Almost-quiet Saturday nights, about 8 pm, are the ideal time to sneak into a backroom (or not, there are tables) in the Rising Stones for some alone time with Estinien. No one will hear you over the din in the bar out front, so you can get as loud as you want. (Dirty talk, semi-public sex)

"Tell me, partner. If someone were to walk in right now, what would you do?"

While there was sweat on his brow, Estinien quirked it up in curiosity regardless.

You were baffled. This man and his timing!

Especially since he was asking this while he had his long, big cock lodged deep inside of you upon one of the Rising Stones's storage room tables, his balls slapping against your ass with every single one of his punishing thrusts.

Continuing on with his questioning, he grunted out, "Cover yourself in embarrassment, or beg me to continue ravishing you with my cock?"

Whatever answer you had to entertain his query crumbled away, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as you squealed, feeling the tip of his dick press right against that one precious point inside of you that made your mind go blank with pleasure.

As he continued on with hitting that spot over and over, Estinien only grew more and more amused, your lack of words joined with your arms and legs instead hugging around his neck and waist telling him all that he needed to hear.

A smirk finding its way to his lips, he remarked,

"Guess that answers that. Very well--let the others see and hear if it comes to it. I'll give you the cum that you're so desperate for then, partner."

[lovehotelreservation]

Burn Without

Summary: For nothing else could quell the heat that was possessing Clive other than you.

[Contains plot spoilers for Final Fantasy XVI]

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Clive

DICK REALLY MAKE YOU DO SOME CRAZY SHIT LIKE I CAN’T BELIVE I’M MASTERING PRECISION DODGE FOR CLIVE FF16 😭😭

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Your leader was on fire.

A gnashing of teeth, snarls and growls howled into the air, toned and chiseled naked flesh slick with sweat, iron chains clashing with the might of a beast made into man, a glow of white crystal from metal cuffs subduing the fiery roar of an Eikon.

Cid the Outlaw was Clive the possessed.

The powers of Ifrit had to be called during a recent clash on the sands of Dhalmekia. While the priming was successful, it was returning to his mortal form that was the crux of the present dilemma, the flames and primal instincts of his Eikon form still coursing through his body, leaving him his human will at war with his Dominant powers.

In other words, your leader was on fire and you had a duty to douse him out.

While you were but an assistant to Tarja, you were assigned with the task of providing Clive succor for this particular ailment. By your unique relationship with magic and willingness to literally ride through the flames of hell and back, it made you the ideal candidate to approach him during these times of torment.

Here, as the day fell into the depths of dusk in a room located at the furthest and lowest segment of the Hideaway, you inspected over the state of your leader while he continued to thrash about right as you allowed the last of your clothes to fall to the floor.

The first time this occurred, you were petrified with nerves, wondering if you could bring him back to his senses.

Now, you couldn’t help but smile ever so slightly as you stepped towards the bed he was currently bound upon, your voice in a soothing coo while you spoke,

“Let’s cool you off then, shall we, Clive?”

And as his glowing sapphire eyes immediately locked right onto you, your smile widened all the more while you joined him in bed.

It was a wonder how the solution to bringing peace to raging hellfire was to have such flames mingle with the heat of your own body.

A man in dire need to be freed from his own inferno finding comfort in the form of your bare skin pressed right onto his, to have his sturdy hips straddled by your thighs, the slick and velvety warmth of your core squeezing around his thick cock to encourage him to flood you full and stuffed with his seed while you bounced up and down his long length.

The abrupt jerks and twists of his hulking form would eventually source not from possessed rage but out of needy desperation, of which was heightened all the more when your hands cupped his stubbled jaw to bring his face towards yours for a kiss.

By the Founder how he loved being kissed!

So much so that a brush of your lips on his mouth and the soft sigh of his name was enough to send him bucking his hips wildly up into you for release, with much more left in store with a long night ahead for the both of you.

Not that you minded.

There was something about witnessing your mighty leader left at the mercy of your touch that appealed to you ever so deeply.

Though, there was also another means of satisfaction when at one point, you became alarmed at the sudden sound of metal snapping, the sight of broken chains lost to your gaze, for you soon found yourself damn near pounced by a wall of pure muscle.

Clive’s arms wrapped around you tightly, protectively, keeping you in place beneath him as he readied to pummel into you relentlessly. His lips hungrily sought your grinning ones for more kisses, his desire far from satiated.

But not before his mouth fell by your ear, his voice low and raspy, his tone weary yet enamored while those familiar stormy blue eyes gazed affectionately into yours.

“Please. Allow me to give thanks.”