#these women are both hot and terrifying

[nonovyabuisness]

I SEE NO DIFFERENCE…

[in-fair-verona-we-set-our-scene]

I think Slay the Princess is so popular partially because the *gets stabbed* "I'm in love" reaction is both intentional on the part of the developers and then they completely follow through on it.

[nanaslutt]

so i just read like… ALL your gojo stuff.

now imagine… gojo not being able to hold back and wanting to breed you after you both try those aphrodisiac chocolates… ahem…

i am absolutely terrified of getting pregnant yet have the words most insufferable breeding kink, we exist

Contains: fem reader, aphrodisiacs, masturbation, no prep, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, SOOO much dirty talk, praise, so much cum.., whiped!gojo, established relationship

MDNI

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Gojo was talking soooo much shit when you sent him a link to some aphrodisiac chocolates you saw online. He would not stop dismissing that they didn’t actually work; saying none of that shit that advertised any kind of enhancement in sexual arousal ever did.

So of course you had to order the chocolates and really test it for yourselves, making a challenge out of it.

If the chocolates truly had an effect, gojo would do whatever you wanted, and if they didn’t? vice versa. Gojo was game, of course; because he didn’t think anything would happen.

“Bleh- they taste like shit too,” Satoru grimaced, chasing the horrible flavor with a strawberry soda.

“That’s probably because there’s something in them satoru…like the aphrodisiac…,” you shook you head, swallowing the bitter chocolate.

“Orrrr; crazy thought; it’s just some cheap chocolate marketed as aphrodisiacs to make a ton of money off of people like us.” he drawled, throwing his hands up in the air and waving them around when he spoke.

“I really thought you out of all people would find this kind of thing fun satoru.” you said, trying to push his buttons a bit.

“We’ll of course, chocolate and sex? I’m all over that,” he said making you laugh, “but me and suguru tried something like this for fun back in our student days, it was some kind of pill though,” his face twisted in discomfort as he spoke, “just ended up making us super sick tho, yaga got pissed, heh” he laughed, remembering the memory.

“Knowing you two it was probably some cheap boner pill you got in a sketchy bag at the convenience store.. so that might explain it.” you snorted,

He rubbed his big hand over the back of his neck, “yeah, there was like 5 other pills in the bag with it now that I think about it..” he said quietly, making you hunch over in a laugh.

The two of you went about your evening like normal, watching some comedy movie that was on and cuddling together on the sofa. When it ended you went off to change into something more comfortable as you started off to finished the laundry.

You haven’t felt anything extremely out of the ordinary yet; remembering that the package said it might take long for women to feel the affects; but gojo on the other hand was feeling mildly uncomfortable.

His face and neck were feeling warm, throughout the entire movie his big hand was placed on your upper thigh, like always. What was unusual though, was how his skin tingled when he placed it on yours, palms sweating more than usual; he just chalked it up to all the junk he had been eating throughout the day, probably upsetting his body.

When you moved back into the kitchen and started on the dishes the two of you had created in the sink, Gojo couldn’t help but hyper focus on the fat off your ass peeking out of your night shorts.

The way you moved your hips as some r&b music played quietly from the tv. He watched your muscles and tendons move together when you twisted your body around, watching your ankles cross; one behind the other; getting comfortable from where you stood.

Satoru was feeling hot all over now, a large hand coming down to grope himself over his pants when you bent over to put the dishes into the washer, poking out your clothed mound towards him, the fabric of your shorts squeezing your curves just right.

His jaw dropped slightly, breathing heavier as he got off on watching you do such a mundane task like the dishes.

You inserted the pod into the dishwasher, completely oblivious to satoru’s shenanigans as you stood up straight. You noticed when washing your hands that you were starting to feel a warmth washing over your body, and a sort of warm coil tightening in your tummy.

The lightbulb went off in your head when you realized it was probably the work of the chocolates. You quickly shut off the water, towel is hand as you whipped your head behind you to tell gojo what was happening to you; and to inform him that you were going to win this challenge.

Your motions were stopped short as you bumped straight into gojos chest, “Oh! Didn’t realize you were-“ Your words getting cut off when gojo grabbed the bottom of your face, bringing your lips to his, and kissing you hungrily.

Gojo used his other had to slide his arm around your body, pressing you hard into him, letting you feel his erection against your tummy.

He pushed his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your words that tried to excape, “Sa-mm- Satoru-“ you got out between kisses. Gojo shoved his knee between your legs, putting delicious pressure on your cunt as he kissed you like it was his last day on earth.

You had to grip his hair and pull his face off of you to speak, this didn’t really phase him as he targeted your neck instead, biting and sucking on the skin there, “Fuck- s-satoru slow down-“ you moaned when he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.

“Cant, need you-“ he spoke in between his rushed love bites on your neck, moving his big hands to hold your hips as he made you rock your cunt back and forth along this thigh.

Your head was spinning a mild a minute, still trying to wrap your head around the current situation. You expected this to happen; being on the side of ‘pro aphrodisiacs and all; you just didn’t expect it to happen so soon, and for it to have such a strong effect on someone like Satoru.

“S-shit- those chocolates have you m-more worked up than me,” you tried to laugh, voice cut short by a moan when his knee nudged your clit at a particularly mouthwatering angle.

“Need to be inside you,” he ignored you, groaning against your pulse point, hot breath tickling your neck when he spoke.

Gojo was breathing so heavily, his cock feeling like it was about to rip a hole in his pants at how hard he was. “Take em off, now-“ he whimpered, referring to your bottoms as he started pulling them down your legs, panties following suit.

You helped him, gripping his hair and keeping his lips pressed against your neck while you kicked off your shorts off from around your ankles . His hands dropped down to remove his own sweats, too impatient to fully take them off as he pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring out, jerking himself off with one hand rapidly between you; hand holding your hip with his other.

“Let me put it in, please, need to be inside you now-“ he groaned, finally pulling back from your neck; and he looked absolutely wrecked.

This whole situation was giving you whiplash, but you felt bad for him. Satoru’s hands were shaking, face flushed completely crimson, and he was sweating and panting like he just ran a marathon.

He continued stroking his cock, eyes flirting between your pussy and your pretty lips while he waited for them to move, voicing your consent.

His cock was dripping so much pre it looked like he already came. Hard cock still dripping steadily onto his hand and fingers, making his strokes emit loud ‘plp’ sounds into the air.

“Yes, please, give it to me toru,” you spoke, making him let out a moan of satisfaction. You wrapped your arms around his neck when he lifted you suddenly, burring your hands in his hair and face in his neck as he slid his dick into you with zero prep, all at once.

You were greatful the aphrodisiac was in affect, making you so much wetter than normal, and in turn, making the stretch a whole less painful then it would’ve been without it.

You whined at how his massive clock split you in half effortlessly, “Sorry baby- m’ sorry-“ he apologized with a groan against your bruised neck; whatever consciousness he still had left being aware that that might’ve hurt you.

“Shit it’s o-okay toru, just give it to me- fuck-“ You tipped your head back, jaw dropping and releasing a loud whine, giving him more access to mark up your neck while he fucked into you like a mad man; legs dangling over his arms as he held you in his strong grasp, hoisting you up and down on his cock like you weighed nothing to him.

“Holy fuckkk” he whined, vibrations going through your skin, “Need to fill you up, need to fuck you full of my cum s-shit-“ Gojo was working himself up with his words, already on the brink of his orgasm only a couple thrusts in.

He was truly using you like a cocksleve as he fucked into you at an inhumane pace, heavy balls slapping against your ass, strings of your combined wetness connecting to your ass each time he thrusted inside.

He sucked harder against your skin as he felt his first high rapidly approach him. His eyes repeatedly rolling back in his skull at the rhythmic pulsing of your pussy around him.

“Shitshitshit- gonna c-cum, need you to take it all f’me” his deep voice reverberated through you, all you could do is cry and moan our strings of his name and “yesyesyes” while he fucked his first load of the night into you.

“T-take it f-fucking take it yessss” Gojo felt like he was on cloud nine, he had never felt anything like this before. Of course he loved cumming inside you when you had sex but this was different. Every neuron in his brain was telling him to fuck load after load into you; to get you pregnant.

Gojo didn’t actually want kids right now, and you were on the pill so the possibility of him actually knocking you up was low- but not if his aphrodisiac brain had anything to say about it; he would make sure to fucking try.

Ignoring the overstimulation he felt as he humped his cum into you with heavy thrusts, quickly picking up his speed again when he finished spurting the warm ropes of cum into you, making you squeal at his quick recovery.

“Pussy feels so fucking good, so fucking wet sh-itttt” he groaned, dick twitching and abs clenching as he fucked himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm, sending him straight twords another one.

“T-toru o-oh my god-“ you wimpered, body flopping around limply at the intense pleasure. His cock was drilling straight into your sweet spot and making you dizzy. You tried not to pass out as he manhandled your body, gripping you roughly and marking up your skin everywhere his insatiable lips could reach.

“Gonna knock you up baby- g-gunna give you my babies- get you fucking pregnant, yeah? you want that?” you cut off his filthy mouth by using the grip you had on his head to press his mouth against yours.

“Yesyesyes, give me your babies toru- gonna make you a daddy-“ he groaned into your mouth at your mutual need for him to fill you up.

Gojo felt drunk hearing the nickname bounce around inside his head. Gojo never thought he had a daddy kink, but in this scenario? The nickname had him feeling like he was about to come again already.

By this point, the aphrodisiac was affecting you just as much as it was him, everywhere his body touched yours felt like your skin was on fire. You tried not to lose your sanity as he was pushing your towards your first orgasm without so much as even grazing your clit.

He set you down on the ground and in one swift movement spun you around so you were facing the counter. Satoru used his massive had to grab hold of his cock, slipping it back into your drenched walls.

You both groaned in unison at the sensation. Gojo gave you both a couple seconds to relish in the feeling, pressing his balls hard against your ass before he picked up his same ruthless pace as before.

“Good fucking girl- gonna look so fucking pretty with ur belly all round with my baby shiiit” he groaned when he felt your cunt clench around him at the idea.

He brought his massive palm down feeling your cunt squeeze him, leaving a heavy spank against your ass and gripping the fat between his fingers.

“Pussy tryna fuckin’ milk me down here” he laughed, biting his lip when he watched your hand come down to rub your clit in quick circles, “Yeaahhh fucking touch your pussy for me baby, make urself cum all over my dick while i fill you up.” he instructed, clenching his jaw.

“Shit- g-give it to me daddy- cum inside me-” you mindlessly babbled, there you go again with that fucking nickname that had his balls tightening.

You feet the coil wind itself up quicker than normal at your enhanced sexual arousal from the chocolate and the now added stimulation of touching your neglected clit.

“Come with me baby, gotta feel you cum around me- please” he begged, leaving another loud slap against your ass before pulling you back on his dick roughly by your hips.

“S -shit it’s coming it’s coming i’m- fuckfuck- ngghhh” your warned, voice cutting out as you started to come around his girth while he fucked you through it.

“yeeeeeess baby- fuuuuck- milk my fucking cock fuck-“ he watched intently as your little hole clenched around him, his first load spurting out around his cock with the pressure of your orgasm, making the white ring around the base of his dick get even messier.

“I’m coming again baby- take it for me- need you to take it all, gotta make sure it t-takes” he whined, getting you pregnant still on the forfront of his brain.

Your legs would’ve collapsed on the floor if he wasn’t holding up a majority of your weight by your hips. Your nails slid against the marble as his cock rammed against your cervix, making you dizzy, broken moans getting forced out of your mouth at the feeling of getting repeatedly impaled on his cock.

You tried to gain a little bit of brainpower back to help gojo through his orgasm just like he did for you, “y-e-sss toru’ cum inside me please- i’ll take it all- be a good girl for you-“ your voice squeaked out, words getting louder at the end with how rough his thrusts were,

He leaned over your back, pressing his sweaty chest onto you while he wrapped you in a tight bear hug, not ceasing his ruthless hips, “Need you t-to kiss me baby- go-nna be instense” he whimpered against your shoulder, waiting for you to turn your head twords him to give him access to your mouth.

When you did he wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. The two of you swallowed each others moans as his pitch got higher and higher; his tight grip was sure to leave dark bruises on your body as he held onto you for dear life at his impending orgasm.

When the coil finally snapped, he shook violently against you, hips stilling against your ass, pressing his hips as deep as he could into you while hot ropes of cum filled you up even more than his last load, making more cum spill out around him at how full you already were.

His breath was hitching into your mouth, lips doing their best to kiss you back as his jaw kept falling open as the waves of his high washed over him.

He whined and dropped his head against your shoulder when he started to come down. Gojo panted heavily against your skin, twitching in the aftershocks of his high.

“D-don’t move please” he requested, fucking his softening cock into you a couple more times to make sure his cum was as deep inside you as it could go.

“Fuck toru- feel so full right now..” you wined into the marble, wincing in overstimulation at his final few weak thrusts.

After a couple seconds he finally pulled out his cock, gulping hard as he watched his cum start to dribble out of you; making you whine at the slightly uncomfortable feeling.

He used a couple fingers to spread your pussy lips; admiring his work for a second before he used to fingers to scoop his cum back up, stuffing his thick digits back inside of you, “Gotta get that plug of yours to keep it all in,” he said, biting his lip at how soft you felt around his fingers.

“Or you could let me cockwarm you,” you giggled, turning your head back to look at him while he looked enthralled with your cunt.

“God I love you, smartest fucking girl I know.” he praised.

You fell into a fit of giggles when he scooped you up in his arms, peppering kisses onto your face while he headed twords your shared bedroom.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist while he walked, keeping them snug even when he dropped the two of you on the mattress together. Gojo’s large frame laying on top of you as he reached his hand down between you to slide his semi-hard cock back into your oversensitive walls, making you hiss at the feeling, “Sorry baby- almost in,” he promised, kissing your cheeks while he fully bottomed out.

He rolled his eyes at how warm and soft you felt around his dick, sucking soft hickeys into the crook of your neck while you pet his damp hair.

“I’ll clean you up in a second my love, promise, you just feel too good right now.” he let out a short laugh against you.

“‘S okay toru, makes me feel good too.” you tipped your head forward and pressed kisses onto the top of his scalp.

“We gotta be careful with those chocolates,” he laughed, “Might acctually knock you up one day if we keep eatin those,”

“That doesn’t sound half bad,” you confessed, squeezing your legs harder around his hips.

“Dangerous words to say right now pretty girl,” he warned, smirking into your skin,

“Oh right, guess you won the bet,” he remembered, “Whacha want ur big strong boyfriend to do for you?” he asked teasingly,

“Cum inside me again, right now,” you requested after a beat, emphasizing your need by squeezing your pussy walls around him, making him inhale a sharp breath between his teeth.

“Fuck… you serious?” he smirked, lifting his head to look at you.

“Don’t keep me waiting, give me my prize toru,” you pouted your bottom lip at him, making his brain short circuit as he felt his cock twitch back to life.

You ended up taking a plan B the next morning… just in case…

[calliesmemes]

ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF

ASSORTED QUOTES FROM TUMBLR TEXTPOSTS, X (formerly known as twitter) POSTS, TIKTOK, MEMES, AND OTHER SOURCES AROUND THE INTERNET

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

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“   Currently considering becoming a bother and a nuisance, maybe even a menace or a rascal. ”

“   Hungry? Eat the government. ”

“   Yes, I wanna fuck after every argument. ”

“   Silence, you uneducated peanut! ”

“  They should invent a being alive that isn’t so difficult. ”

“   Women have to think I’m hot or none of this matters. ”

“   Due to personal reasons I will be named an enemy of the state. ”

“   Being overdressed is a myth made up by people who didn’t want you to have fun and be sexy. ”

“   What even are daddy issues? Just traumatize your father back. ”

“   I LOVE complaining! You can’t take that away from me! ”

“   I went to the silly goose convention and they all knew you. ”

“   I’m simultaneously ‘I’m tired of this grandpa’ and ‘that’s too damn bad!’ ”

“   The word ew coming out of a pretty girl’s mouth holds so much power … I think that it can tear apart nations. ”

“   Someone made fun of my shoes and the whole time I just thought of ways to push them out the window. ”

“   If you’re short, simply get taller. ”

“   I better think twice? Buddy I don’t even think once. ”

“   My off putting looks, awkward demeanor, and strange behavior have captivated you. ”

“   There’s something deeply, fundamentally wrong with you. Can we kiss? ”

“   You are a fool. When you walk, clown music plays. ”

“   I mean yeah he’s evil and all but what if I were his favorite? ”

“   I really do hate thinking. ”

“   In my defense, I simply do not vibe with the law. ”

“   I’ve done nothing wrong. Except all the atrocities. Besides that, I’m innocent. ”

“   Sorry I couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue. ”

“   Of course you have white hair and trauma. ”

“   So apparently the bad vibes I’ve been feeling are actually ‘severe psychological distress’. ”

“   Stop calling me a bad person just because I’m orchestrating your downfall! ”

“   The more lip gloss I collect the longer I live. ”

“   Sorry that I am obsessed with you in the unhealthiest way possible. As if it's my fault ”

“   The multiple failed assassination attempts against me have helped build both character and self esteem. ”

“   I could be your loser boyfriend. Do you ever think about that? ”

“   Accidentally went and got myself killed yesterday, but god wont let me die so I’m back ”

“   What do you mean napping isn't a good coping mechanism? What do you mean my problems are still here? ”

“   Academic validation is required for my sanity. ”

“   RIP to everyone killed by the gods for hubris but I’m different and better. Maybe even better than the gods. ”

“   Researching the stages of grief to see if I can get them finished in ten minutes tops. ”

“   My parents were like I’m gonna make a child that is so beyond help. ”

“   It’s not easy to admit when you’re wrong, and that’s why I won’t do it. ”

“   Why can’t this family ever have a funky good time? ”

“   How do I show people that I’m more than my unethical career choice? ”

“   I fucked my way into this mess, and I’ll fuck my way out. ”

“   You look so biteable today. ”

“   Why am I suffering? I have so many correct opinions and takes. ”

“   I AM HAUNTED BY A PAST THAT I CANNOT GO BACK TO! anyways ”

“   Challenging authority, angering gods. The family business. ”

“   Third base is me telling you about my father. ”

“   Hey girl. Plagued by terrifying visions? ”

“   Got caught giving a fuck. Embarrassing. ”

“   I didn’t ‘miss’ the red flags; I saw them and thought that they looked sexy. ”

“   Do my dark circles and deteriorating health make me look hot? ”

“   I get my news from the only reliable source, cryptic symbolism in my dreams. ”

“   Another day of being a bisexual disaster. ”

“   I’m going to let myself be a little unhinged today, as a treat. ”

“   Some of you act like murder is such a big deal. ”

“   You wanna hunt me for sport so bad that it makes you look stupid. ”

“   You’re not a girlboss unless you’ve killed someone. ”

“   It’s so weird how no one ever has correct opinions about things except for me. ”

“   Hello, my love — I mean, my rival ”

“   No one is calling me baby and it’s outrageous I can’t believe it. ”

“   No talking stage. Mutual obsession and you see god in my eyes or nothing. ”

“   I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOOKUP CULTURE DIE IN MY ARMS ”

“   Yes baby your emotional walls are high and impenetrable can we kiss now? ”

“   Affection is disgusting. Drown me in it. ”

“   I am gatekeeping my respect from you. ”

“   Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions. ”

“   I am equal parts fuck around and find out and please don’t yell at me I’ll cry. ”

“   Short legs, big butt. I’m a corgi. ”

“   Fuck being the bigger person; I’m going to start biting people. ”

“   Well that wasn’t very slay of you! ”

“   May I please get a crumb of affection? ”

“   I crave power! Please don’t yell, though; I’m sensitive. ”

“   You call it a near death experience; I call it a vibe check from God. ”

“   Here are some scissors. Now cut it out. ”

“   Might commit a little tomfoolery, maybe even some shenanigans. ”

“   All these flavors, and you choose to be salty. ”

“   How can I live, laugh, love in these conditions? ”

“   What if I said ‘to be honest’ but then lied? ”

“   I'm financially at a stage where I understand why people do fraud. ”

“   Yes I may be evil and morally corrupt, but I’m also incredibly beautiful and I think that makes up for it honestly. ”

“   Debates are stupid. Why would I want to sit down and argue with someone blatantly dumber than me? ”

“   I forget but I do NOT forgive.. I'm just walking around hating bitches can't remember why ”

“   Ding dong your opinion is wrong! ”

“   I’m coming for your kneecaps. ”

“   You dropped your nose you fucking clown. ”

“   Are you a fire alarm? ‘Cause you are really fucking loud and annoying. ”

“   Call me an escalator, because I let people down. ”

“   I love me a good lesbian scandal! ”

“   If you can’t run away from your problems, you’re not running fast enough. ”

“   Everything I want to do is illegal. ”

“   Don’t make me hit your ankle with my Barbie scooter! ”

“   I tell gay jokes because I am a gay joke. ”

“   Fuck! I dropped my mental stability! ”

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Stay with me || D. Targaryen x Hightower!reader

GIF by @beaconofthehightower DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: In which you have been forced into marriage with the Rogue Prince by the King. However, it has been well over a year and the two of you yet to see eye to eye, mostly because of Daemon's dislike towards your father. When you find out that you're expecting, things seem to take a drastic turn.

a/n: no way this was sitting in my drafts since i first opened this acc end of last year🥹

“The bath is ready for you, my Lady.” The handmaiden bowed at your direction as you finish taking off your jewellery. “Thank you, you may go,” You bid her off, “But my Lady-“ She protested, “I am quite capable of bathing myself, thank you.” Meeting the maidens eyes through the mirror, you didn’t mean to sound rude and snap at the poor women—your pent up emotions needed releasing, hence why you called for a bath.

Without uttering another word, you watch as she closes the door with a loud thud. Throwing your necklace across the room to release the built up tension, you inhale deeply whilst leaning your hand against the bed post. Tears threatening to escape, you look up towards the ceiling so that they would not fall.

Finding out that you were with child was a rollercoaster of emotions. You were saddened at the thought of bringing a child into this cruel word. How could you try to make your child’s life happy when both of his/her parents were not with each other?

You thought that you could some how find times in your marriage that you would be happy, but you didn’t, the past 12 months were a nightmare. You barely got to see Daemon, and when you did, he’d be drunk and fall asleep without saying a word to you.

And the whispers and talks of people seeing him visit brothels in silk street were unbearable. You tried ignoring the best you could, but how could you when people didn’t even put any effort into quietening down when walking past you?

Brushing your lingering thoughts away, you walk to the bath that was bearably hot. Removing your thin night gown and letting it pile in a corner, you couldn’t help but stare at your still-flat stomach in the mirror. The thought of a babe growing inside was both amazing and terrifying.

Slipping your body in, a sigh leaves your mouth at the sensation of the hot water against your skin. After nearly 30 minutes, the door to your chambers opened.

There was only ever one person to open that door without bothering to knock, and that was your Husband. Eyes closed, you heard his footsteps until it came to a halt, slowly opening your eyes and sitting up, you turn your head to find Daemon watching you from outside the door that led to the bathroom.

“Husband.” You greeted turning your head back and closing them once again. “Wife.” He replied, taking off his clothes and changing. You were surprised he did not sound drunk like he usually did most nights. The two of you not uttering a single word until you got out of the bath.

You flinch once you realised Daemon was sat on a one of the sofas that faced your bath tub, not that the two of you were foreign to seeing each other naked. After drying up, you slip your night gown on once again before making your way to your dresser.

“Ao nektogon aōha ōghar, nyke ūndegon” His voice made you pause your actions, looking at his sat figure through the mirror. “2 two months ago Daemon.” You reply annoyed as you brush through your hair. “But you would know if you saw me more often.” Muttering under your breath, Daemon replied, “ȳdragon plainly.”(You cut your hair, I see) (Speak plainly)

Closing you eyes and taking a sharp inhale, you turn your body towards him, a cup with what you presume was alcohol in his hand. “What I mean, husband, is if you were here more often instead of spending your nights at the brothel, that you would notice the little things!” Your voice escalates in volume. Daemon throws his head back with a loud sigh. “Are we really doing this?”

“Where do your loyalties reside, husband? It is most certainly not with me! Whom you swore under the seven Gods that you would be there for me!” You were now standing up as you watch Daemon with an unreadable face.

“Ivestragon mirros!”You yell, “Skoro syt issi ao sir mentioning bisa?” He calmly asked. With furrowed eyebrows, you study his face, his gaze set to candles on the table. “Skoros?”(Say something) (Why are you now mentioning this) (What)

“Don’t act stupid y/n,” He scoffed, finally meeting your eyes, “Emi issare married syt mirri jēda, sir ao decide naejot elēni aōha concerns?” (We have been married for some time, now you decide to voice your concerns)

“Ivestragon nyke, skoro syt?” His deep voice questioned. Searching his eyes, and opening your mouth, no words seemed to come out. (Tell me, why)

“Cat got your tongue, my love?” Daemon smirked as you gulped, tears slowly but surely welling up. You found yourself pathetic, truth being the fact that you couldn’t even tell your own husband you were carrying his child.

Without saying another word, you turned around, blowed out all the candles except for the ones beside Daemon’s side of the bed, and slipped under the covers of your bed.

A loud sigh leaves the Prince’s mouth. Deep down, you wanted him to come to bed and engulf you in a hug. Instead, you hear the sound of the doors opening and closing, he left. You cried yourself to sleep that night.

~

Waking up to a cold and empty bed, you felt it slowly but surely making its way up your throat as you place the back of your hand to your mouth. Luckily, Eva, your closest handmaiden, had walked in just in time as you puked into the bucket.

“Perhaps having breakfast will be good for you, my Lady” She kindly smiles at you as you look up at her with a disgusted face at the thought of food at that moment. “I think not” You grumbled before getting up and getting ready.

“Has my husband returned yet?” Your eyes meet with the handmaidens’ through the mirror as you put earrings on. “No, my Lady” She looks down. “Should I even tell him?” You contemplate, fidgeting with your rings.

Before you could get a response, a loud knock comes from your door as you give a confused look to Eva as she quickly opens the door. “My lady, it’s your father.” She calls out before curtsying and leaving the room.

“Father,” You kiss his cheek to greet him. “I think it is best you go to the throne room now” He gives you a blank look. An awkward chuckle leaves your lips, “But why? What’s happening?” Concern spread through your body as Otto doesn’t say anything.

You quickly brush past him and make a beeline to the throne room. Upon entering, you were stopped by a kingsguard. “Who is in there” You question. “I cannot tell you that Lady-“ “I’m only going to ask you once, brother, who is in there?” You send daggers to your younger brother’s way.

“His Grace, Daemon, and-“ Before he could finish his sentence, you push past him and open the door. There sat Viserys on the iron throne with Daemon standing e of him, his back to you. What perplexed you even more was the women on her knees beside Daemon. A handmaiden to be precise. Viserys gives you a pitiful look, It was only when both Daemon and the handmaiden look back to you when you realise.

“I-“ You couldn’t even properly speak as you choked back tears. You felt like screaming at that moment. “Y/n-“ You didn’t even let Daemon utter another word before you closed the door—Gwayne giving you a concerned look—and sped off back to your room.

“Pack my things. I am leaving” You order your handmaidens as tears continuously roll down your cheeks. You were shaking, you felt like you were suffocating. “Are you all right my lady?” Eva places ger hand on your shoulder as you breathe heavily. “I-I need to get out of this dress- a-and breathe for gods sake!” You shout angrily as hands were already untying your dress.

You had about enough of Daemon’s behaviour. You needed to leave. After being dressed in something more comfortable, the doors open as your father walks in. “I assume you’re going back to Old town?” Your father places his hands behind his back as he watches you gather your jewelry.

“I am. If you expect me to stay here any longer with that-that horrid man then-“ “I don’t expect you to, daughter. He was caught in bed with her this morning. I assure you, that handmaiden will get what she deserves. Sleeping with her Lady’s husband, what was she thinking” Otto scoffs as tears blur your eyes.

“Have you even told him yet?” His question catches you off-guard. “No. After what I just found out I don’t think I will. He can find out later on after I’ve left” You say through greeted teeth as the last of your things were packed up.

“The carriage is already out there waiting for you, my Lady” Eva mentions as you nod at her. “Goodbye father, I hope you do come visit” You sadly smile before embracing him in a hug, his hands caressing your hair before you pull back and walk off.

It was pouring outside. You held your skirt up so it wouldn’t get dirty. “Y/n!” His voice booms over the rain as you pause. You quicken your pace but before you could even fully step into the carriage, a rough hand pulls you back.

Before you know it, your hand makes contact with his cheek with a loud slap. The few handmaidens gasp before they look down. He rolls his tongue against his cheek before chuckling, “I deserve that, don’t I?” “Oh you deserve so much worse Daemon.” You darkly chuckle at the man.

“I can’t believed you stooped that low- and with one of my handmaidens? How pathetic can you get, Husband. I have done nothing but been patient with you every day but this? That was the final straw. I’m leaving and you cannot stop me” You say the last bit through greeted teeth. “Were you going to tell me?”

You stop dead in your tracks. You breathe out from your nose, “Tell you what exactly?” Your head turns to him. “That you’re carrying my child. Was I ever going to find out? Or was I going to when I’m on my deathbed.” He shouts angrily as you keep your composure.

“And bring him up with a father who can’t even keep his loyalties to his wife? You’re delusional, truly.” A loud scoff emits your mouth. Not a second later, Daemon drops to his knees infront of you. People around whispering to each other at the sight of the Rogue Prince on his knees to his wife. You gulp as he looked so vulnerable. He looks up to you as he takes ahold of your hands. “Stay with me. Please. That is all I ask of you y/n” He pleads.

“Stay with you? I have stayed with you every day Daemon while you fucked your way through the brothels. I’ve had enough of hoping that you would finally see me as your wife!” Tears were once again pouring down your cheeks as you sniffle. “I can’t stay with you.” Your voice cracks before you pull away from Daemon’s touch and enter the carriage without looking back.

The carriage starts to move as you start sobbing harder. Daemon was still there kneeling as he watched his wife leave. He watched his entire future leave.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

I am massively busy with work and finalizing my Big Bang, but this idea just won't leave...

Steve and Eddie are both actors. They're in their mid thirties, well established, but they never starred together in anything. Steve tends to be cast in the same type, the dumb but pretty love interest, Eddie has lots of indie and disturbing movies under his belt. But this time, they both landed something big.

They get cast in the new Batman movie.

Steve is, of course, Batman. He insists on doing his own stunts. He refuses to get dehydrated for his shirtless scenes because he knows how damaging it is to both young men and women alike, he's not going to contribute to shitty expectations. The director (Dustin, duh!) sees something in him other directors never have - a potential for depth, for internal turmoil. He gives Steve the chance to prove himself as an actor and Steve pounces on it.

He's still very hot.

Eddie is cast as the Joker. He is a fan of the comics and scoffs at how absurd and deranged the character is becoming. He gets hired because he immediately says he doesn't think the character needs to rely on cheap tricks and shock value to be terrifying. Cutting off his face? Not cool. He suggests to play the Joker according to one of the older comics he has - one where the Joker is actually absolutely sane, but hides it to never be held accountable for his actions. The only person who ever saw through his ruse was Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Joker took care of that issue very quickly.

The chemistry between Steve and Eddie on screen is insane. They go toe to toe, it's impossible to look away when they interact. Eddie utilizes his bright smile to the maximum, tweaking it just right within moments so it becomes unsettling. The first time he laughs, Steve gets goosebumps.

Steve encompasses Bruce's loneliness so well Eddie's heart breaks for him. Dustin finds him in the trailer, giving himself gentle slaps over the face and muttering "you're evil, damn it, you don't want to comfort the Bat!!".

Batgirl (Robin) and Harley Quinn (Chrissy) find their slow descent into love hilarious. They all become good friends on the set.

Hopper, an acting veteran who plays Commissioner Gordon, grasps Steve's shoulder after an intense fight scene and mutters: "Good job, Steve, but maybe don't stare at his lips so much?"

Robin doesn't give him the same courtesy and once Dustin yells "Cut!", she screeches: "NOW KISS!"

The movie is a hit. People love the cast and the story, some of the OG fans complain as they always do, but the ratings are great, there are many interviews, panels, all of that.

And of course, there's gossip about Steve and Eddie being a thing, which enrages the macho Batman fanbase. Their Batman isn't gay!

But the rumors quickly disappear after an award ceremony where Eddie is nominated for the best supporting actor. He wins, of course. And as he gets up to accept the small statue and deliver a speech with enough "fuck"s to give the censor a headache, he drags Steve up and kisses him in front of the whole world.

A week later, Steve and Eddie are together in front of a camera again, answering questions in an interview.

The host asks: "What do you say to those fans that are disappointed, who say that their Batman isn't gay?"

Steve just snorts, pulls Eddie closer and answers: "They're right. Their Batman isn't gay. But he's definitely bi."

Also the comic story I'm mentioning exits and is short but fantastic. 10/10 recommend.

Oh also. The first spark happens when Steve sees Eddie's hair and blurts out: "Please tell me they're not making you cut it shorter. It's too gorgeous for that."

Also because people were asking about the comics - it's Batman Black and White - Case Study and it can be found on Tumblr HERE

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Astarion x f!Tav pregnancy headcanons

@treshmind @chillingintheunderdark @azu21 @rachelle-on-the-run

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Ok, it turned out to be much longer than I expected. And very angsty

None of you have any idea it was possible to get pregnant

Astarion is a vampire. He definitely "shoots blanks."

The ability to knock someone up was taken away from him along with his life many years ago.

Until one day, you feel weird. Sick, exhausted.

It's not like you pay too much attention to your monthly bleeding (what's the point anyway?"), but you notice it's been a while

And Astarion, after feeding on you, says your blood tastes different. Not bad, not weird. Just different.

And the scent isn't like it was before.

You are terrified you've caught one of these magical sicknesses or curses no one knows how to cure.

You go to the healer, who gives you a herbal drink, saying, "Take this; it's good for the child, and don't bother me until you feel something is off."

And you stay in the healer's hut, shocked, trying to understand what kind of child he is fucking talking about?

Until you realize.

You remember the night half a month ago, when a group of thugs attacked the village where you and Astarion live together.

Astarion returned from the woods drunk with sentient creatures' blood, his eyes glowing red and his skin blazing hot.

He just swept you away from your feet, dragged inside, stripped you of your light armor, and pinned you to the bed until the next sunset.

It was not the first time he was that "blood drunk," - but it was the first time it happened one of the days you could possibly conceive.

It's just a coincidence. The coincidence you carry inside your womb.

You return home, scared and shivering. By the time Astarion notices you are back, you are already crying.

You have no fucking idea how to be a mother. You have no fucking idea how to raise a child. What are you carrying within?

A person? A monstrosity? Your own death?

What creatures are born from vampires?

Astarion is no less shocked.

He pulls away from you, grabbing a fistful of his hair, and swears in Elven.

The healer may be wrong. You can't get pregnant.

And now you feel even more uneasy - what if you were assaulted?Do you have any memory gaps? What if someone used you?

Astarion leaves at sunset, and you stay alone with your fears

He returns in the morning, calm and quiet. Noticing you are still on your feet, he carries you to bed and asks to sleep while he "figures something out."

When you wake up in the late evening, Astarion has a sudden mood change

He is happy. He smiles. He pulls you to himself, placing a hand on your flat belly.

Then you notice a stack of books.

Dhampirs. Children of mortals and vampires. With insanely long lifespans, immunity for vampirism, and living beating hearts.

"You see. That's what we are going to have".

You slowly start adapting to your new condition,

The child grows fast, and your body changes. Breasts get a bit bigger, and you can't wear your light armor anymore (it is suddenly too small). You are constantly tired and hungry.

Even the most innocent teases from Astarion make you cry - and he panics every time it happens.

He has no idea how to handle a pregnant woman.

You quarrel. Constantly. Because you are both scared to death.

What is worse, Astarion has a serious regress. There are nightmares and self-harm tendencies. He runs away to the woods or the Underdark tunnels at least once a week, and you lash at him for leaving you alone every time he gets back.

Besides, it's his fault he didn't stop drinking blood that night

You have nightmares, too.

You envision a monster growing within you that will gnaw through your flesh any time soon.

And yes, women die in childbirth. Even if before that, they'd challenged the fucking gods!

One day, Astarion puts his head on your belly

He caresses it and whispers something in Elven.

"I hear the heartbeat," he says, eyes teary. "I hear our child's heartbeat!"

From that moment, everything changes,

He no longer goes away. He helps you bathe and dress. Brings everything you ask for and ensure you are comfortable sitting and walking. He prepares the place for the child (ignoring a very rational fear that either you or the child dies)

And he sews. He makes the set of clothes for the newborn, embroidering it with protective Elven runes.

Sometimes you both relax enough to discuss the future.

The day of birth comes much earlier than you expect. Almost a month earlier.

The midwife, perfectly knowing the father's nature, pushed Astarion out of the room.

And he spends a few hours helpless and desperate, hearing your cries of pain. If it was the night, he could at least go outside, but, as it happens, it's a sunny day.

He hates himself for doing this to you.

And as for you, you had no idea it could be so painful.

Finally, Astarion has enough and returns to you, kneeling beside the bed

The moment you see him, you grasp his hand as if you are drowning

And then it's all over.

A squeal, desperate and angry, rings out through the room, and you see a newborn in the midwife's hands.

A tiny girl with long pointy ears is placed in your hands. Not a monster. She isn't deformed. Just a baby. Who is very angry with the fact she's been pushed out from the warm womb to this cruel and unpredictable world.

Astarion can't believe what exactly he sees.

He has a child. He has a daughter. The most normal thing anyone can think of is now a reality for him, someone who once had to get out of his own grave.

Then you give the newborn girl to Astarion, and the moment he takes her, he bursts into tears, pressing the child against his chest.

The girl doesn't cry anymore, piercing Astarion with her dark eyes.

You, still tired and in pain, drink the healing potion left by the midwife and you look up at Astarion.

He notices your gaze and kisses you.

"My love, thank you. This is a gift", he whispers through the tears.

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[madamechrissy]

Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Satoru Gojo x Reader, past Suguru x reader

ꕥ Content warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity. Abusive gaslighting Suguru. Yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Rough sex, BDSM, overtstimulation, videoing, cum play, oral, rough kissing, breeding kink HEAVY, misogyny high key, overall a mindfuck, violence, choking, objectification, obsessive crazy PSYCHO stalker SATORU but he's hot. And reader likes it!? Toxic relationship

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 12k

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?

Split btwn Satoru's POV and yours

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Chapter 8

Your POV

“You… you what?” Satoru whispers, and your heart is pounding, as he’s eased out of you, looking down, blue eyes wide in shock. You shiver under his gaze, throat going dry at your words, at your confession.

“I know… I know I don’t know you that well, I know you’re a fucking psycho, I know we-”

“You what now? Say it again.” He cups your face so tightly, his insane look firm on his beautiful face, his lips parted, you are trembling now, thighs clenching either side of his hips.

“I said I love you, Toru. I am in love with you.” You stare for a moment, but that moment seems so long, as you hold your very breath, so terrified of his answer, of his response. “I know it’s too soon, it’s fucking insane fast, and I promise you don’t have to say it-”

“You love me?” He whispers then, and you see it, the glassiness of his eyes, as his breath catches, and his voice breaks. You exhale, nodding and brushing back his silky white locks.

“I love you, Satoru Gojo.” You say it with more conviction this time, and Satoru captured your lips in a furious kiss, pulling your body up so close to him, kissing you over and over, your arms wrapping around his neck, clinging. He’s slipping his hands around your waist, around your hips, exhaling, his breath tickling your lips.

He keeps kissing you, before breaking apart, and caressing your face, and you can’t help but smile at him, so relieved that he took this fine, that he seems happy about it if anything. You peck a kiss on his chin, and he still looks very serious, eyes taking in every part of your face, his sweet breath mingling with your own. You both hold each other, both study each other, in the quiet of his room.

The only sounds are your heavy breaths, and the whirling of the fan above you both, but you’re warm under Satoru’s long body, completely covering you now, as he brushes damp hair back off your forehead. You kiss his palm, giggling now, but his expression is severe, as he gulps, then kisses your forehead, so oddly sweet for a man that just whipped your ass so well.

“Can I say it any time if I get this reaction?” You ask teasingly, and he sighs, resting his forehead on yours now. “Love you, love you, love you.”

“Fucking brat, gonna make me sick with your affection.” He says then, and you giggle once more, until he’s leaning up on his elbows, lips in a perfect pout, snowy lashes low over azure depths. “Well guess what?”

“What, Toru? Gonna beat my ass black and blue?” You ask, grinning now, but he exhales, a couple little tears on those long lashes, that then make your breath catch in your chest.

“I am so fucking in love with you, god I’ve been in love with you since I saw you, when you brought me to my damn knees, didn’t you know?” His husky declaration feels like a dream, and for a moment your mouth is just dropped open.

You gasp then, leaning up on your elbows, your hair falling back as you’re just a centimeter from his lips, your noses bumping for a moment. “You love me back!?”

He chuckles darkly, that insane half grin on his face. “Baby girl, I’ve been in love since I jacked off to the thought of you, of fucking you in that slutty mini skirt. Since that day I’ve known you’re it for me.”

You giggle once more, fuck he’s insane, but he makes you feel so good, so desired, and now you know, he feels this insane connenction too, more than physical. You would have taken just physical with him, but you have held back so long, to know this brings tears to your eyes.

“Satoru… you’re so nasty and insane… but so, so fucking hot right now.” He smirks again, and you grin so big, as your heart inflates with this love, as he makes you feel so full.

“Why would I watch you all the time at night if I didn’t fucking love you-”

“You shut up about that, let me have my moment psycho.”

He snorts, and it’s insane, Satoru is pretty much a stalker, he’s fucking possessive, he’s a kinky fucker, and he wants you having his babies… But that all doesn’t count against him, not one goddamn bit. Even his most concerning behaviors, when he looks at you like that!? When he says…

“I love you too.” So softly in that deep timbre of his, tears fall freely down your face, and you can’t stop them from flowing, you can’t stop yourself from melting, because when Satoru says it, it’s like the whole world has stopped spinning, like everything makes sense. It’s a true confession, not like back when Suguru had lied, this was real.

Everything about Satoru was so raw and real, down to how his eyes drink you in, so vulnerable and glassy, and he’s kissing your eyelids, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, just so gentle, affectionate, much unlike how he tends to be, so intense and passionate. He kisses you so precious everywhere, his sweet cool breath exhaling when he finally touches your lips.

Satoru Gojo kisses you so sweetly on your lips it feels like heaven, like something that’s never existed before, something indescribable. Nothing has ever felt so good and perfect, not the consuming insanity you both crave, something even deeper. And you know, in this moment, that you’re going to do whatever it takes to keep him, to keep this love that’s so raw, so new, so intense.

You never want this to go away.

Satoru’s thumb wipes a tear from your cheek, and he’s smiling now, a full smile that lights up the whole fucking room, and he’s never looked more beautiful than he does right now, like some angel that got sent down. You brush his snowy hair off his brow, smiling back up at him, leaning up on your elbows a bit, to press kisses on his cheeks, his forehead, feeling him sigh.

“Say it again please.” He whispers, and you smile against his brow, pulling back and caressing his strong jaw, those jutting cheekbones. He was sent to Earth surely for being such a freaky, kinky ass angel, but he still must be some heaven sent creature, his beauty so bright as he looks at you.

“I’m in love with you, Toru.” Your lips are captured once more, as he sits up, pulling you against his chest, and you straddle him eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers entwined in his silky locks. “Mmm, love you.”

“Fuck.” He exhales, pulling back then, his hands taking over the expanse of your back, running his fingers between your shoulder blades, as you are face to face with him on his lap, feeling him hard and eager so quickly. It makes you shiver. “Baby… I gotta tell you something important. Can you listen?”

You nod eagerly, wiping at your face, feeling like a mess, as he strokes your back so gently. “I’m listening, Daddy.”

“You’re mine now, baby, for good. And that means no one else can have you. Not Suguru, not anyone, ever. If anyone ever tries to take you from me, I won’t hold back, I’ll fucking end them. Do you understand?” His insanity is shining through the sweet layers, through his happiness, his words are so serious.

Your brows knit together, as the weight of his words sink in. “Satoru, you’re it for me, I want no one else.”

“I need to make sure that no one comes near you. Ever. Not that I don’t trust you, I don’t trust them. You have to always tell me if someone does something, I will not be mad at you. Promise?”

You nod again, understanding, as he’s looking so serious, his thumb now stroking your lower lip, making you want to kiss him again. “I know, I know, I’m all yours, Satoru. I’m all yours forever.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, please.” He begs, voice hoarse, and you blink through fresh tears, emotions in your throat.

“Never. Never.”

Satoru moans then, kissing you desperately, biting your lips, tongue swirling in your mouth, you meet him for every bite, every kiss, until you’re melting in his arms, until you’re sliding against his thigh, craving him again. His big hands take your hips now, guiding you as he slides back in, so thick and warm, making your cunt throb around him.

“Ah! Toru, mmm…” You whine out as his cock stretches your sore little pussy, and he hisses, baring his teeth, looking up at you so fucking lovingly, but so terrifying at the same time, so intense it steals your breath. “Sore, sore…”

“Need me to take it easy?” He whispers, and you nod then, as he kisses down your breasts, gently rocking his hips and pushing his cock in deeper. Your head falls back as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, making you whine in pleasure as you’re soaking his cock, your cum and his pouring out. “Fuck, perfect pussy, hate how good it grips, such a stupidly tight cunt.”

You laugh softly, just a tiny little sound, breathless from him filling you so full. “I’m just built like that, Toru. Mmm!”

“Built to try to make me cum fast, won’t happen.” Your words are cut off as he lifts you off him, pulling you back down, and you hear your greedy cunt sucking him in. “Laughing at me, huh brat?”

“No, no… not at- fuck!” Your nipples are still so sensitive from the clamps, and your sore ass is pressed against Satoru’s muscled thighs, as he’s grinding that leaky tip on your cervix.

“Beautiful as fuck, jesus, look at you.” His praise and his eyes get you, and you feel yourself rising higher and higher, as Satoru is oddly so gentle, letting you set the pace as you lift and drop your hips down tentatively. “Mmm, mine, all mine. Say it, say it for me.”

He’s grabbing you by the neck, pulling your face to him, and you struggle to get a breath, feeling him in your tummy now. “Yours.”

“You belong to me.”

“I belong to you.” He huffs now, fucking just a little harder, eyeing your reaction, caring in his own hidden way, and you love it, you love how he fills you so completely, how he takes you.

This is your forever now, with this mad, beautiful, terrifying man that you love so fucking much. And as he rubs your clit with a thumb, pressing in and running circles as he kisses and bites your throat, possessing you with every breath, as you cling tightly to his bare shoulders, you can’t help but think, that you never want this to end, you never want this feeling to stop.

Of Satoru’s obsession, his devotion, because fuck you feel the same way, Satoru has eclipsed everything you ever knew since he looked at you in that goddamn basketball game, since he touched your thighs and those insane eyes bore into you. Since he said those words, that changed everything before it all unfolded, before you realized Suguru didn’t even care.

‘That if I had you I’d never want anyone else.’

The way he’d fucking said that, the way your body and heart had reacted, to a man that claimed to hate you, but you could tell by his eyes that was never the case, that there was something… there. And now as you moan and your head falls back, your hair falling like a curtain down your back, and his hands slide up it, as he groans against your throat?

It’s perfect.

Nothing about this could be wrong, despite the insanity that was this, despite his overt obsession and lack of boundaries. You can’t lie to yourself, can’t say you’d change a goddamn thing about the psychotic man fucking you so good, so slow, as he is biting your collar bone, skin between his teeth, and you’re screaming out, cumming all over him, dripping down his thighs.

He moans as you do, as he feels you, lashes casting shadows on his pretty face. “I’m gonna make you a mommy tonight. Need you to stop taking that fucking pill, promise me?”

You gasp, then let out a muffled cry as he slams his lips, and flips you on your back, pressing your legs over his shoulders, shoving his cock deeper. You scream out, no coherent answer, as he pumps into you, and it’s not gentle, it’s sure, long strokes, that jerk your entire body under him. He’s caressing your ankles, the sides of your feet as he folds you further.

“Tell me, tell me you will. Have my baby. Stay here, stay here at our fucking home. Say it.” His words are batshit crazy, and you should be afraid, but you’re melting for him, as he’s got you completely folded into the mattress, and you’re gushing wetness around his thick length, eyes rolling back as you’re about to cum, pressure insane.

“S-Satoru… wh-what? I… ngh! Fuck!” You’re shattering, cumming so hard you’re a twitching mess under him, and he’s groaning as he feels you pulsing around him, his own pretty eyes rolling back.

“Fuck you feel so goddamn perfect. Say it, I need to fill you up, so good with me, will you be a good girl and say it?” He’s whispering, tickling the sensitive lobe of your ear, before running the tip of his tongue up it, and you’re gripping the soft blankets beneath you, fading in and out of consciousness at how good it feels, at the consuming storm that was Satoru Gojo.

“That’s… we… Just talk? I…”

“Not just talk.” He laughs harshly, shaking his head as he now puts his heavy weight on you, as his abdomen tenses, and his cock thickens in your tight entrance, and he’s cupping your face with his huge hands, biting your lower lip and breathing heavy as he pumps in your soaking wet cunt. “Don’t take them anymore. Lemme knock you up, have you so big with me.”

“Fuck! Satoru…”

“No.” He slaps your cheek, and you whimper, as the sting knocks you even more senseless.

“Daddy.” You whisper back, and he clearly approves, his gaze lidded and glossy, like his full lips.

“Mmm, good girl. Say it now. No more birth control.” You’re fading out even more, as he’s pressing your thighs completely against your breasts, as you cannot breathe anything but his scent, as his sweat drips down and you taste it on your lips. And his gaze, stormy and insane, takes you over.

“Want your babies, want them.” You whisper, but he laughs, Mad Hatter grin on his gorgeous fucking face, leaning up now, easing your legs down to rest on his hips, your heels pressing into the strong muscles of his lower back. He presses a hand on your tummy, and feels himself inside you, grinning so wide.

“Feel me fucking up your guts, huh? Wait till you’re so full of me, wait till your tits get so big, dripping with milk. And you’re so round here, baby will be so big, what will your tiny fucking body do?” You’re blinking rapidly, struggling to focus, but he moves his hand and you see it, your tummy bulging, and you’re flushing, overheated, overwhelmed by him.

“You want that, T-Toru?” You manage to whisper, and he bites that lower lip, rolling his hips just so, tip dragging on your g spot, having you a writhing mess under him, nails digging into his sides, feeling his muscles tense.

“I want it so bad, fuck I wanna keep you pregnant, won’t even give you a goddamn break. Put cum in you anytime I want. You’ll let me, won’t you? Such a good girl for Daddy.”

Fuck he’s nuts.

Fuck you’re into it.

You nod then, and he smirks, his pretty pink lips turning up at the corner, as he shoves in so deep it’s bruising, and you scream loud, earning an even wider smirk, his eyes getting lidded. They’re so dilated you can only see the thin ring of that brilliant fucking blue, almost all black like some goddamn sex demon, but maybe that’s what Satoru Gojo was.

And you fucking love it.

“Need you to use your words, pretty little slut. Slut for me, pussy this wet for me, you only moan for me. Say it.” He’s desperate now, as his hands are holding you in place as he rocks his hips, pushing into you over and over, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room, mixing with your gasps and whimpers. “Use that pretty mouth, or did I fuck you stupid?”

You can’t form a goddamn thought aside from how sore you are and how good that pain feels, mixing with the insane pleasure. Satoru’s cock is relentless, filling you so completely that you feel like you’re going to break, but you crave it, you crave his dominance, his possession of your body. You can feel yourself tightening around him, your muscles spasming as you chase the high of your orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me. So tight, so perfect. Tell me it, please. Please.” He whispers against your ear, leaning down as he pins you, not letting you move, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making you shiver.

“It’s too much! Satoru, too much!”

“Nah, you got it, like a perfect little slut. My slut. Aren’t you baby?” He leans up, hand squeezing your throat, smiling as he sees those tears of overstimulation, and you start floating, feeling like you’re on some other existence with him. “Can my poor baby not fucking speak?

“Mmm! I… y-yes. Yes!”

“Then say it, you’ll have my babies. Be my pretty little fucking stay at home mommy, yeah?” He’s pounding even deeper, and you feel any shreds of feminism you had left (They’ve been few and far between since you let this psycho fuck your brains literally out) fall away.

He’s insane.

Is it just sexy talk? Is it just a kink?

He yanks out and you whine at the emptiness, hands reaching out for him, as he leans up and scowls now. “You’re a bad girl. You won’t say the right thing. Should I punish you, not let you cum?”

“No! Please, please… don’t stop.” You beg, your voice trembling as you feel yourself craving him so badly inside. Satoru rubs his tip teasingly between your folds, chuckling then, his other hand bracing himself on the other side of your head, clinging into your hair, pulling just hard enough to prick tears in your eyes.

“Then be a good girl.” He whispers, cooing those words as he’s pressing just the tip in, and you’re pulsing around it, desperately trying to pull him closer, deeper. He glares then, eyes narrowing. “Gonna cum from my tip? Needy slut. Why not say it, say how good you’ll be.”

“I’ll have your babies, I told you Toru. Mmm!” He pushes in again, but he doesn’t move, as your wriggle under him helplessly. “Please, oh please, please…”

“And how are you gonna have my babies, on your stupid fucking pill huh?” He’s brushing your hair back lovingly as he speaks harshly, as he talks insane shit, and your mind is muddled, as you’re so fucking pathetic for him. You gulp now, picturing it, picturing him trying to put a baby in you, picturing you pregnant with his baby, and it… fuck it does shit to you.

You’re even wetter, and he notices, with a smirk on his pretty face, as he squeezes your chin tightly, so goddamn possessive. “Toru…”

“Say it.”

“Fuck. I’ll throw em out.” He responds with a low growl, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulls back and shoves in deep, and you’re crying out, head pressing back into those pillows of his, your hips rolling up for more.

“That’s my girl. Gonna let me knock your perfect pussy up?” He says then, and you nod eagerly, as he finally picks up the pace, driving into you like he’s trying to reach your soul, and he already goddamn has. “Good girl, you’re so good, gonna be such a good mommy, huh?”

“I will, I will. I want it, fuck. I wanna do it, put it in me.” You plead now, with watery eyes, your hands clinging to the top of his shoulder desperately, as he holds back just a bit, watching you fall apart. “Please, put one in me, a baby. Promise, will throw the pills out. Ah- fuck!” You scream out again, lost in the sensation of his pounding cock now, in the pain and pleasure that he brings.

You yelp when he pulls out suddenly, putting you on your tummy, laying on top of you, all the more consuming, as he takes over everything you are, but fuck, he’s always taken you over. Ever since he’d licked you and looked at you like that, ever since he pushed cum right inside you, behind Suguru’s back, that’s when you knew you needed him, like a drug.

Satoru is a drug, his cock, his hands, his mouth, every motion and every glance he makes, you’re hopelessly addicted, as he lines up his cock with your slick entrance and your head falls back. He’s kissing your neck, his soft hair tickling the side of your face as he presses in, and his free hand wraps your tummy, sliding down, pressing on your tummy again.

“Feel me baby? Of course you do, fucking you so deep, bet you feel me fucking everywhere.” He whispers lewdly, his hot breath making you shiver as he pushes so deep, you do feel him, in your tummy, in your throat, all inside your body as he thrusts into your pussy, and she’s gushing around him.

“I do. I do. You’re s’big, Toru.” You whisper, and hear his own soft whimper, as he allows himself to open up to you, as he allows himself to let go.

“You’re going to take me like a good girl now, aren’t you?” He asks, and you nod eagerly, pushing your hips back to meet him. He slams into you, filling you up completely, and you can’t help but scream his name. His hands are now around your throat, cutting off your oxygen, slamming his lips down as he takes you in that prone position. “Mmm, so good for me.”

“Wanna be… good for you.” You whisper, biting your lips so hard you feel the delicate skin tearing, and god you love the way he takes you, the way he owns you, the way he makes you feel. Each thrust sends shockwaves through your body, making you arch up off the bed for more, as his pelvis smacks against the fat of your ass, still so sore it stings so good.

“Cum for me, pretty little slut. Show me how much you love me.” He commands, his voice a dark, seductive whisper in your ear. And just like that, you shatter around him, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head. “That’s it, good girl.”

 He keeps fucking you through it, not giving you a moment’s reprieve, and you love it, love the way he uses your body for his own pleasure, love how he’s chasing his own release as you’re trembling, as you’re pulsing all around him. Every bit of your skin and body is on fire, you’re soaking him even more, dripping down the expensive ruffled blankets now.

As the last tremors subside of your own, Satoru cums so deep in you, filling you up and coating your walls, groaning and moaning his pleasure into your lips, and finally he pulls out, leaving you panting and spent. Your face falls into the bed, as your body still twitches from how good he fucked you.

Satoru leans over you, placing a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades, hand running down your skin, glistening with sweat, and you just mewl weakly into the satin pillow cases, unable to form a word. He’s peppering hot kisses down your back, nipping and licking and sucking on every part, until he’s got your ass up, and he moans as he sees the sight.

“Fuck, look at all that cum leaking out of your slutty little cunt, two loads she’s so fucking hungry huh?” His words make you shiver as he pulls you on your knees, spreading them wide.

“She is for you. Milks you.” You whisper, peeking back with a devious little smile, but his eyes are glued to your abused pussy.

“Fuck, I need a video.”

“Huh!?”

Satoru’s POV 

God, just look at you, with your pretty ass in the air, and your lips are all puffy, your pussy so abused from his cock, your ass is already bruising, it’s gonna look so beautiful in the morning, he thinks. Those welps are rising up on your perfect skin, all across your ass cheeks and down those thighs of yours, your pussy is just leaking his white cum all out of it, looking so good he can’t stand it.

Your thighs are trembling, as you look back at him with that gorgeous face, those cock drunk eyes, you are barely hanging on by a thread, just how Satoru Gojo loves you, he fucking loves making you pathetic. He loves when he can make you do or say anything he wants, because you want to please him, and fuck… please him you do, in every way.

You love him.

You love him!?

Satoru Gojo has never truly felt it before, the love you make him feel, the love he was not sure was just in his head, the thoughts whirling in his addled mind when he would jerk off as he watched you undress in that window at night. You had shades but he could see your silhouette, fuck he’ll have to make sure his blinds close better, because you sure will not be putting on any shows except for him.

And soon, that silhouette will change won’t it, those lush tits will get even fuller, fuck he can’t wait until they are dripping milk, and he can lap at them, feel your tummy get so big as he knocks you up, with his baby. Little stretch marks decorating your skin, from him stretching you so much, and he’ll find you so beautiful still, fuck nothing would make you not beautiful.

Nothing. You’re too perfect, your body designed to find his every weakness, your pretty face made to ruin him, from that first night he met you, and he saw you, so bright and sweet in a sea of darkness. You brightened his cold, dark soul that day, just watching you flit around that bar, even if he went through so much just to get you, having had to see you with Suguru.

The thought of Suguru inside of you makes him so furious he thinks he’ll just cut his dick off, but he’s also thinking of just killing him, burying him. The only thing that holds him back is he know you wouldn’t want him to, and the history he had with Suguru, fuck that man had been like a brother to him, and Satoru still couldn’t believe he changed that much.

He hopes Shoko could talk some sense into him but he isn't convinced he won’t have to take matters into his own hands, just the thought of him having ever touched you has his blood pressure rising. The thought of anyone having ever touched you makes him lose his mind, not that he hasn’t already lost it the moment he met you, the moment the world stood still.

“A video!?” You ask then, and he’s snapped out of his reverie, smirking at you now, looking at your skin, shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat, your eyes so dilated and glassy.

“Of this cum pouring out of your perfect pussy, I need something to jerk off to at work you know.” You blink at him and he can’t stop the grin on his face, as his cock twitches, still coated in your slick, at the thought of it.

“You do that at work?” You ask then, and he sighs, you’re awfully innocent and cute still, despite your experiences lately.

“You don’t wanna know how often I imagined fucking you, even that girl I fucked on the regular, as soon as I met you I had to picture you, couldn’t even get hard.” Your cheeks flush, as you try to get up, but he presses you back down. “Ah- ah. Stay just like this f’me, hmm?”

“You’re crazy, Toru.”

“You already knew that.”

Satoru quickly comes back with his phone, which luckily has the best camera quality you can have, as he starts videoing you with your ass and pussy in the air. He grabs one ass cheek, smacking it and making you cry out, jerking and making him laugh, as he smacks the other.

“Mmm!”

“You love it, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.” You murmur, earning a harder smack, and you gasp, back arching even more, as he’s spreading those pussy lips, zooming in and sliding a finger in your little hole, pulling out some of the gooey white cum, fuck he cums so much for you. “Mmn… Toru…”

“Push some out for me, slutty girl.” You look back again, biting that lower lip, and he chuckles, using two fingers to part those lips. “Just push, you can do it, yeah? Just for me?”

“It sounds so…”

“Slutty? You are though. Aren’t you?”

“Fuck.” You bury your face again, from this angle that waist looks even smaller, and your hips look so tempting, your ass and the curve of it, every curve of you like this, as your breasts are squished under you on the bed, pressing out the sides by your rib cage. Your perfect pussy, spread open, fuck you’re perfection like this, aside from he can’t see your pretty little face. “Like that, Toru?”

Your question is met with your cunt pushing his cum out even more, and he’s so hard he can’t take it, as he sees the sight on his phone and in person, looking back and forth, as you whimper just so. You’re so responsive as he touches your soppy little cunt, fingering the sticky mess of both of you, as it now drips down your lips, all the way onto his blankets.

Fuck you’re sexy.

“Just like that, you’re a good little slut tonight, aren’t you? Took all my cum so fucking good.” He zooms in as he spreads your folds again, as he sees your own glistening wetness mixing with his white sperm, making you such a mess. “You getting horny again? Fucked twice, you that slutty?”

“For you, Toru. Ah!” He’s rubbing the mess between your folds, he can hear it squishing in the room as you get even wetter.

“And whose cum is this?”

“Yours, Toru.”

“And what am I gonna do, putting all that cum in you?”

“Breed me… ah!”

“That’s right, me in you, me getting you pregnant, huh?” You nod weakly, and he smacks your pussy now, making you jump, which makes him even more hungry as he drinks in your body, covered in bites, hand prints, welps… fuck he loves marking you, making you his, all his.

“You, Toru, you're getting me pregnant.”

“And the only one to cum in you.”

“Only you.”

“Only me?”

“Only you.” Satoru moans then he leans over you, flipping you over to your back, looking at those puffy nipples so pronounced, all bruised from his clamps, and he can’t stop wanting to mark you more, even as he sees the marks of his fingers on your throat. You look up at him adoringly under your lashes, those fake ones you had on still from work, but for some reason, he likes them.

He would prefer you natural, but you like makeup, you like to dress up, you like these silly lashes, the mascara leaking trails down your cheeks, and it makes you even hotter. Everything about you is so sexy, your perfect fucking body, as he runs a hand down every curve, squeezing those breasts and then smacking them gently, watching them jiggle hungrily through the phone.

“You’ll only want me, ever, won’t you baby?” He asks, zooming back to your fucked out face, and you nod eagerly, your hands clutching the blankets so tightly he sees those knuckles whiten, as you inhale sharply, his fingers toying those sore nipples so well.

“Only you.” You repeat, and he loves you so much, fuck your voice, your body, your everything, down to how your nose scrunches when you giggle, and how good your hand feels in his. How you brush back his hair and how you whisper his stupid nickname you call him, Toru.

“Such a little whore aren’t you, letting me video you like this. You want me to jerk off to you?” You nod shyly, as he spreads your thighs now, and fuck you look wanton, you look so lewd like this, and he’s ready to fuck you again, beat your poor pussy up even more. He leans the phone down, as he takes one of your hands to your clit. “Rub it, baby girl.”

You do as he says, you always do, you’re such a good girl, becoming everything he knew you would for him, everything he dreamed of since he saw you that night, but more, you were more. He never expected you to love him, even if he knew he could make you cum and cum over and over. He knew he could fuck you stupid.

Satoru never dreamed you’d love him, like he loves you, though he’s not sure anyone could love anyone how he loves you, the all consuming need that overwhelms him. He knows you love him, but he does not think you could ever love him as much as he loves you, as he looks at the body and soul he just wants to take over, consume, until nothing is left in your mind.

Nothing but him.

You rub your clit with tentative circles, your pink acrylic nails so stupid but they just serve to turn him on more, watching the soft lights reflect, watching them glitter right in his camera.

“Suck them, suck all my cum off baby.” You eagerly obey, like the perfect girl you are, and he smirks as you lap up the mix of fluids you’ve picked up with your finger, sucking on them and looking up at him in the phone’s lens. He exhales. “You do anything I say.”

“I will do anything for you.” You whisper, and finally he sets the phone down, slamming his lips on yours, holding your tiny hands, the ones his own just take over, entwining your fingers and feeling your sweet lips. He tastes himself on you, a little salty mixed with your sweet arousal, thinking how good you are together.

“I…” He loves you. It’s hard for him to say. The words get stuck in his throat, as he’s not affectionate, not as much as you probably need, he hopes he will be able to in time, but for now he’s gulping, looking down at you pleadingly.

You smile softly, pecking a kiss on his lips again. “I love you too, Satoru. You don’t have to say it all the time if it’s too much, I know you love me.”

Satoru Gojo breaks down then, at how for once in his life someone understands him, without barely knowing him, you look him right in his eyes and see right through his exterior.  He feels tears fall unwillingly, at his love and devotion for you, as he kisses you again and again, pulling you so close, he wishes he could get you even closer, so impossibly close.

“How do you do this, how do you just fucking see me like this?” He asks, and lets you take one of your hands out of his grip to wipe his cheek, smiling up at him with your pretty lips trembling, all swollen from his kisses.

“You see me too, you have seen me. You knew what I needed before I even knew myself. I wouldn’t have known… that his… affection was false, I may have never noticed. I wanted so badly for someone to love me.” You’re crying now too, sniffling, just a pretty little mess.

“I hate him for what he did.”

“But, Satoru… it all happened for a reason-”

“No, no, no.” He’s squeezing your face in his hands, thumbs brushing over the round apple of your cheek, then swiping lower, to where the hollows are, feeling every fine and delicate bone in your face. “It’s never okay, what he did.”

“I know, but it led us together. Now I have you, Satoru. You.” He blinks more emotion back, sighing, as he kisses away your tears.

“You are too sweet, y’know that? Sweet, slutty little girl.” You whimper, that sound from the back of your throat that drives him crazy. “So was it just talk, or will you come live with me?”

“Satoru…”

“Answer me. Please. I want to keep you safe.” His voice breaks, as you unwillingly elicit every emotion he has. He loves you so deeply he cannot stand it, cannot stand how much he wants you, needs you, craves you. “I can only do that if you’re here.”

“Suguru probably is not going to-”

The phone rings then, and it’s your phone, you blink a bit, looking at the name, and he sees it’s your friend Choso. “You gonna answer?”

“No, he can call back if it’s important.” Satoru loves how you put him first, as he leans on you again, covering your body with his own, feeling your heart thudding under your breasts. “You may love me, but what if you get sick of me?”

He laughs then. “Get sick of you? Fuck, never. I-” The phone rings again, and you frown, your brows drawing together. “Should you get it?”

“Yeah, he never calls twice if it’s not important. Is that okay?” You’re already so submissive, already seeking his decisions and approval, fuck he loves it, loves being the one to control and guide your pretty self. He nods and you exhale, kissing his cheek before he hops off you, headed to the bathroom to clean up, bringing a washcloth so he can clean you as well.

He listens to your conversation on your end then, and walks back in to see your face screwed up in emotions, you sitting there naked in his bed, eyes locking with his. Satoru frowns as he gently wipes you, and you hiss at the sting, surely completely sore at this point, grabbing his wrist carefully.

“Fuck, okay Cho… I’ll tell him. Thank you. No, please I’m fine, I’m with Toru, he won’t let anything happen. Okay love you too.”

You hang up then, hands shaking. Satoru knows that Choso and you had done something before him, before Suguru, but he also trusts you, and trusts your friend, even though his instinct is to be furious Choso licked that pussy first, he clearly was just a friend. And Satoru is glad you have a protective, big ass dude when he can’t be around, but every now and then he gets just a tiny bit jealous.

But now, you love him, you love Satoru. And it’s different from the friendship love you clearly feel. Satoru loves you enough to suck it up and allow you a friend, though he thinks he will make sure he gets all your attention, and Choso will get just a tiny bit, when Satoru feels generous.

“What was that?” He asks, wiping you once more, pressing the wet cloth just so, and you whimper at that, hips bucking up.

“Okay, so don’t freak out Toru.”

He glares at you then, as he puts one of his dress shirts on you, buttoning it carefully, thinking how fucking good you look in it, swallowing you, through his addled mind. “Don’t freak out Toru, huh? That’s gonna make me more mad.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes, as Satoru slides on a pair of his pajama pants, kittens all over, and you don’t even make fun of them, something was definitely wrong with whatever Choso told you. He frowns then, sitting on the edge of the bed, hand on your bare thigh, stroking the smooth skin there, and you snuggle up to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Okay, um… Suguru was at the bar, asking to see me.” Satoru jumps up then, furious, and you stand up, trying to get his attention. “Listen, Choso kind of punched him in the face.”

Choso will get some attention for sure now, Satoru thinks.

“I really like Choso, you know.” Satoru says with a smirk, but you’re still trembling now. “What else?” You peek up, and your eyelashes are damn near off, Satoru gently pulls them, but you don’t giggle or blush, your face looks crestfallen. “Tell me right now, what is it!?”

Your POV

You sigh, and that sigh scares him, his body tenses as he looks down at you. “He said he wants to ‘right things’ with me, because I have apparently lied to Shoko about him. So he wanted to ‘clarify things’ and had already been to my house. But then, he came there, and Choso got so mad, then our boss made Choso go home and kicked them both out.”

You watch Satoru’s beautiful face contort in anger. “What the fuck!? That’s it.” Satoru gets up then, and you are pulling at him again, shaking your head, trying to calm him down, as you see a text then from Shoko, but you have no time to even check it, as Satoru is already ready to kill him.

“He’ll be coming-” The doorbell rings.

Shit.

Satoru is furious, you can feel anger radiating through every part of his body as he stomps out, and you follow him, in one of those expensive dress shirts that hit your knees damn near, as you know everything is going to blow up. And it makes you furious, as to why you can’t just have a beautiful night, with the love of your life, with your psychotic boyfriend.

Your sweet, sadistic, psychotic boyfriend.

You watch in horror as Satoru swings open the door, and Suguru Geto is there with a black eye and a bloodied lip, scowling at you behind Satoru, and he tries to push past him then to get to you. You step back, concern hitting as you haven’t seen him like this, even when he touched you, and you start having flashbacks, feeling your stomach lurch.

You hadn’t seen him since he did it.

“Suguru… I’m sorry for that, but- ah!” He’s slid his hand up your skirt then, roughly yanking your panties to the side, and you panic then, trying to back away, only for him to pull you in a tight grip, slipping a thick finger inside you. “Don’t!”

“Ah, you’re always wet, aren’t you? A slut hmm? Maybe I should fuck his cum out of you, put my own in there.” 

You feel it again, the shock of someone who just a week ago seemed to care for you, when it all was a goddamn lie. Satoru has him pinned against the wall, and now Suguru is looking up at him with dark eyes, feverish in their glare. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing anywhere near her!?”

He laughs harshly, without humor, biting and chilling. “Because she’s a fucking liar, all she does is destroy everything.” He bites out then, speaking through his teeth, and you scowl over at him now.

“I didn’t lie about anything. You know what you fucking did.” Your voice gets choked up, and his gaze goes back to you, as he struggles again, but Satoru is clearly stronger than him, as he has his forearm against Suguru’s collarbone.

“You wanted me to touch you, you’re so desperate for any attention, you love everyone fucking fighting over you, makes you feel like you’re worth something, doesn’t it?” He says then, only for Satoru to punch him in the stomach, and Suguru uses it to duck out of his hold, and punch Satoru in the ribs.

“Don’t talk about her, don’t you fucking dare. Didn’t even deserve to breathe her fucking air.” Satoru speaks through his teeth, clutching his ribs as you walk up to Suguru then, and his blue eyes widen. “Baby, go in the room-”

“No, fuck this. And fuck you, Suguru Geto.” You haul off and smack him then, and he grabs your wrist, laughing as he looks down at you, so you smack him with your other hand, and he takes that one too, as Satoru is doubled over still and coughing, trying to pull himself together.

“Already did fuck you, didn’t I Princess, I’m sorry you’re really not that good.” You laugh then, shaking your head.

“And you weren’t that good, considering your friend got me off better than you ever could, hmm?” Suguru smacks you then, only to be tackled by Satoru, who’s straddling Suguru’s hips, pressing his head down into the marble tile of the entryway, you watch him flail, as you touch your cheek. “You don’t smack as good as he does either, Sugu.”

“You fucking bitch!” Satoru laughs then, looking up at you with those insane blue eyes, his pupils shrunk to pinpoints, making them so bright.

“That’s my girl.”

“Your girl is a slut.”

“She’s my slut. I assure you, she’s forgotten anything you’ve done, I fill her with so much cum you know. Pushed cum in her at that threesome.”

“You what!?” Suguru flips then, and Satoru punches him in the jaw, it makes a sickening crack, of knuckles hitting bones. You watch in horror, as the two of them start fighting, your heart racing in your chest, and you can’t even tell who’s winning, as they roll around, fists flying, grunts and curses echoing in the house.

“Stop, please…”

“You’re so fucking annoying, I should thank Satoru for taking you.” Suguru huffs out, and you glare then.

“Never mind, keep punching him, Toru.” Satoru grins, wiping blood off his lips, punching Suguru again, as you watch Satoru’s bare chest flex and sweat, as you watch him dominate Suguru.

Suguru’s nose is bleeding now, and he’s on top of Satoru again. “I just need your lying little girlfriend to admit she wanted it and tell Shoko, now she wants nothing to do with me.”

“Well boo fucking hoo, that’s what you get for being a piece of shit.” Satoru holds him down then, leaning close, pinning Suguru to the floor, who is so knocked out he is  barely even fighting back. “Shoko never even liked you like that.”

“And she didn’t like you like that!”

Satoru scoffs at Suguru’s choked out words. “No shit, we are actual friends, not whatever you gaslit her into believing, why can’t you just admit how much of a piece of shit you’ve become?”

“And you’ll let her come between us, Satoru?”

“You aren’t my friend anymore, you haven’t been! The moment I told you about her, the moment you took her innocence like that, you stopped being a friend. You stopped being a friend when I told you about Shoko, didn’t you?”

“How could you Satoru? You knew how I felt! You knew I was in love with her, how could I forgive you?” Satoru yanks Suguru up by his shirt then, and you hear the emotion in his voice, you see the pain between two people who were friends, but Suguru’s hatred must have consumed him, changed him.

“You didn’t have to forgive me, you could have stopped being my friend, but you let revenge eat at you, now you hurt her, her who has not done a goddamn thing wrong to you, she did nothing to deserve anything you fucking did.” Satour’s voice breaks as he points at you, and Suguru looks over, and his eyes drop to your cheek now, his jaw tensing. “You never would hurt a woman, what the fuck happened!”

“I just… I just…” Suguru grimaces then, shoving Satoru off him, but he doesn’t swing, he’s huffing as he stands, looking away and covering his face.

“Of course Shoko doesn’t want you now, how could she want a man that hurts a woman like that? You know she would never be okay. Did you think we wouldn’t tell her, fucking warn her of what you’re becoming? You’re not Suguru anymore. Not at all.” Satoru’s stomping back to him, and you touch his arm gently, shaking your head, as he scoffs.

“Give him a moment.” You say softly, and Suguru turns then, looking at Satoru, then at you, and you see tears in his usually calm brown eyes, for once you think you see some shred of emotion, as he stares at you.

“Why would you want him not to kill me? After what I’ve done.” He says to you then, and you sigh, closing your eyes for a moment.

“Are you admitting you did it? Lied to me to fuck me first? Touched me without my consent?” You ask then, your own voice breaking, and Suguru rushes his hand through his long hair angrily, yanking at it and making it more of a mess.

“Yes. I did.” He says finally, and you have to hold Satoru back, looking at Suguru then, your heart shattering as you think of how stupid you were then. “You believed it so easily, everything I said, when I told you Satoru would want someone prettier, skinnier, richer, all of it. Remember?”

“What the fuck-”

“Yes, I believed it, and you knew I would.” You say, as your boyfriend is prepared to kill the man walking to you, the man who touches your cheek where he’d hit you, and Satoru smacks his hand down as Suguru studies you.

“It wasn’t true. Satoru said you were the most beautiful thing he’d seen, he said when he saw you everyone else was nothing.” Suguru says, and you feel tears fall, hot and sticky, burning your eyes. “Nothing I said was true, but especially that.”

“Including having any feelings, clearly.” You swipe at your face, and he sighs, as he steps even closer, and he holds his hands up in surrender, looking at Satoru again, then back at you.

“I did not have feelings for you at first, no. Not even when I took your virginity.” You take a shaky breath, you knew this already, it was hurtful to hear out loud but you braced yourself for it, nodding then. “I did get feelings, but nowhere near what Satoru felt seeing you, it was more… You were beautiful, funny and sweet. And I almost believed my own lie.”

You brace yourself, trying to stay calm now. “The lie that you wanted to be with me?”

“Yes. I felt comfortable with you, fuck you adored me, did anything to please me, like some… some submissive little thing. I got off on making you do things. I almost loved it, loved this perfect girl, and nearly forgot what brought me to you, but when I got with Shoko, I couldn’t see anything else, including you. And I ignored you completely, I can’t believe you even stayed.”

“I stayed because I didn’t want to believe it, I wanted to be perfect, and loyal, even when Satoru joined and I lost myself in him, we still tried not to. I tried to make sure I gave you the loyalty you lacked.” You feel yourself overwhelmed as you look at him, at someone once so dear, and now a whole fucking stranger, beat to a pulp by Choso and now Satoru.

He gulps then as he watches your face fall apart. “I lied again, and you believed it, you believe any lies either of us tell you.”

“Fuck you, Suguru.” Satoru says then with a scoff, his arm around you tightly, and Suguru smirks, touching the blood on his lips with his thumb.

“Like you weren’t a dick to her until you fucked her.”

“He had reasons… it doesn’t excuse it, but he was hurt by what you did, so hurt he didn’t even want to like me.” You say then, and notice Satoru gripping you tighter. “And you know, if you’d just shown remorse, if you’d just explained, I could have forgiven you. Fuck I would have forgiven you for fucking Shoko behind my back if you hadn’t said what you did. Did you think about how badly that hurt?”

“It probably did, but I couldn’t help myself when she wanted me.”

“But you lied to her, she didn’t know our ‘relationship’ if I can even call it that. Why not just split up with me, and try to have a relationship with her that way? Why drag me along when you never wanted me? Just to hurt Satoru more?” You ask then, stepping up to Suguru Geto and scowling up at him. “You’ve hurt him enough. End this now, before everyone gets hurt more from you.”

Suguru is quiet, as he studies your face then, seriously, and for a moment you think you see him, as someone with a soul, but you’re just not sure how much there is. “Can I kill him now?”

“Satoru…” You look at him and he rolls his blue eyes, vein throbbing in his jaw, all reddened from Suguru’s fists. “Somewhere in there was Satoru’s friend, I don’t know that guy, I just know… this.” You gesture to him. “This awful, mean fucking person here who loves to hurt people. Where’s the guy I thought I met, is he so far gone?”

“Fuck.” Suguru covers his face again, and you pull his hand down, scowling up at him again.

“No, you face your shit, Suguru. Face what you’ve done, and do you know what you have done?”

“I know. I know I lied, I hurt you, I played you for fucking everything, gaslit the shit out of you. Played on your every insecurity. Built you up to knock you the fuck down. Think I don’t know?” He whispers, jaw locked, eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. “I know what I did.”

“Then why call me a fucking liar? You know you touched me. You know I told you not to!”

“I was furious at you both, I’m so tired of Satoru getting everything-”

“You didn’t want me in the first place!”

“I did, at that point, I wanted you.”

“Because what, Satoru had me? That’s so fucked.”

“That’s how it’s always been, some competition, when I never felt that way about you. Suguru I did nothing but fucking make sure I stayed away, because you had even me fooled into thinking that you cared for her. You’re wasting talents, should be an actor and not an almost rapist.” Satoru says, and Suguru scowls at him now.

“I wasn’t going to rape her what the fuck?”

“How do we know that? What’d you say to her huh?” Satoru shoves at him again, and you feel the tension in the air once more.

“I don’t remember.”

“Well, I do.” You speak then, and Suguru can’t meet your eyes. “Said you were gonna fuck his cum out of me and put yours in there.”

“I was angry, you fucked my best friend and left me for him-”

“You had no right to be angry, this whole thing was a lie, even so, how can you justify touching me?”

“I can’t.”

“So fucking apologize, admit your fault, stop deflecting.”

“Apologies don’t matter.” Satoru says, scoffing as his hand slams down on Suguru’s chest, his voice low and guttural. “He won’t mean it.”

“I am sorry-”

“You’re sorry Shoko doesn’t want you now. That’s it. You don’t care what you did to her, not one fucking bit.” Satoru says, cutting off his half-assed attempt. Suguru’s brows lower, but he doesn’t try to fight Satoru anymore, his hands in fists at his sides as Satoru shoves him again. “You should have taken it out on me, I did it, that two seconds we both regretted. She didn’t do anything, the girl had to have nightmares and wake up screaming over you. I’ll never forgive it.”

“Nightmares? I…” He looks at you again, then shuts his eyes, shaking his head. “I wasn’t going to rape her. I wouldn’t do that.”

“But you’ll assault a woman, smack her in the face, touch her? Lie to get anything you want from her? She’s not your toy anymore. Let it go. Let this friendship go too, because I never wanna see your fucking face again.”

“We work together, we run a business, I-”

“I’ll sell it.” You gasp then.

“Satoru…” He shakes his head at you, narrowing his blue eyes to slits as he stares at Suguru. “Look at me, if you come near her again, if you talk to her again, I will fucking end you, and no one will find your body. No one will remember your name.” Satoru’s whisper sends chills down your spine, as your heart clutches, and Suguru frowns finally.

“Satoru, I won’t come near her again, but you can’t just-”

“I can, and I will. I'll sell my half of the company, I’ll do whatever I have to, to keep her safe, to keep her with me, because she’s mine, and she’s all I’ve ever wanted, and I will not let anyone take that from me.” You can see the desperation in him, the anger, the sadness, something that makes your heart ache.

“You won’t have to do that. I won’t bother her again.”

“I don’t want to look at your face ever again. All I want to do is kill you, hide your fucking body where no one will find you. It’s all I can think of for what you did, not to me, but to her.” Suguru is let go then, as Gojo shoves him one more time, shaking violently, and you realize you’re shaking, your breaths coming out in pants, so overwhelmed from all of this.

Suguru comes to you, and Satoru goes to stop him, but you shake your head. “It’s okay, Satoru.”

“You’re sickeningly kind, you know. It’s disgusting.” Satoru mutters, and you smile just a bit at him, before focusing back on Suguru.

“I was never going to take it further, but I should have never touched you, and I should have never even approached you. I’m fucking sorry I brought you into this, brought you down into my hole I’m fucking in. You are kind, and sweet, and didn’t deserve any of it.” He blinks back tears, and you take a shaky breath, nodding then. “I won’t interfere, whatever Satoru decides to do with the business.”

“Thank you for that.” Suguru laughs without humor.

“You’re too nice, he’s right.”

“I feel sorry for you, Suguru. That you feel that desperate, that you felt you needed to drag others in your hatred. I’m sorry you didn’t let something go, and let it consume you. I’m sorry you’re gonna be alone, and lose your best friends. I’ll be good, I have Satoru, you won’t have them. So in a way I truly think I’m better off, despite everything you’ve done.”

He blinks then, his stance defeated, and he looks at Satoru, who is staring at you intensely. “Satoru, do you think you’ll ever forgive me?”

“No, I know I won’t. I’ll hate you forever for what you did to her. For touching her when she said no. For taking her first time. I don’t buy your remorse, I’m not as nice as her.” Suguru nods a bit then, as he comes to the realization Satoru will not forgive him. “I can’t ever have you around her again.”

“I will not touch her again. You do have my word.” Satoru snorts, his white lashes fluttering as he cracks his knuckles, bruised already, shaking his hands out.

“Your word means nothing. You did this to yourself, you can’t just apologize your way out of this one. Just because she forgives you doesn’t mean I will. I love her more than she loves herself.” Satoru’s words roll over you, their intent, as he drags you against him now, kissing you so roughly, with that blood on his lip. Suguru just watches you both for a moment.

Suguru’s eyes snap to Satoru’s as he pulls back, and you can see the fear there, the knowledge that he’s lost to Satoru, lost whatever game he was playing, lost his chance at whatever he thought he had with you, to fuck with you both. He looks utterly defeated, and you feel a twinge of satisfaction at it, at seeing him so down, even if you won’t admit it.

He’s horrible, and finally he has to face his consequences for his actions. He walks out without a word, the door shutting behind him, and you cup Satoru Gojo’s face carefully, sighing. “Satoru Gojo, how often will I have to clean you up?”

He smirks, making his lip bust even more. “All the time, I need to buy a slutty nurse outfit.”

You smile up at him, shaking your head and kissing his cheek, already swelling, and he hisses a bit. “Let’s clean you up.”

You’re in his bathroom then, in the same position you’d been in last time, when you’d first stayed the night in Satoru’s arms. You’re using that first aid kit, as he sits on the edge of the tub, as he’s holding your waist, looking up at you, expression on his pretty face unreadable. His eyes follow your every motion, gripping you just a little tight as you dab ointment on his eyebrow.

“Why forgive him?” Satoru asks, you hear it, the anger, the confusion. You hum a bit to yourself, feeling his breath on your collarbone as you brush back his hair, watching his long white lashes flutter for a moment.

“Forgiving and forgetting are two different things. I will never trust him, believe him, I never want to see him, but… I can’t hold hatred in my heart.”

“I’ll hold enough for both of us.” He says then, and your heart breaks for him, knowing all he’s been through, long before you even knew him.

“Satoru, I am with you. I love you. He’ll be lonely and miserable, and he’s done it all to himself-”

“He did it to you, don’t you see that? He hurt you so fucking bad. He took a choice from you.”

“I know. And maybe I hate him too, deep down, but I’m trying to not let it ruin me, to focus on this. On you.” He lifts your dress shirt then, gripping your ass, and you bite your lower lip, thighs trembling.

“I’ll never let someone hurt you again. I swear, no one. I’m so sorry I caused you-”

“You didn’t cause anything. Stop it.” You kiss him gently, but he’s rough when he grabs your ass again, when he slides up that shirt, thumbs pressing into your pelvis, putting so much pressure. “Let me finish patching you up, mmm… please.”

“Fuck that. You don’t mind me all beat up, do you?” You struggle to focus, to put bandaids on him, but he’s rubbing your clit with his thumb, making you whine out. “She wants it, why don’t you listen to her?” He whispers, so goddamn sexy, and you’re trying your best to focus.

“Because she’ll fuck you anytime, anywhere, and I am trying to clean up my boyfriend, okay? Toru, fuck!” He’s sunk two fingers in you now, moaning as he looks up to you, devotion and desire in equal measure as he looks at you, as you fall into his gaze, squishing sounds filling his bathrooms as you gush down his fingers. “Toru- ngh - please, let me f-finish.”

“You can finish on my mouth.” He says, husky voice wrecking, as he stands and pushes you against the sink, dropping on his knees, and yanking a thigh over his shoulder, breath against your slick heat. “Let me taste you, taste how much you want me, please.”

“Toru… You’ll bust your lip open!” You are trying to reprimand him, but he’s lapping at your eager pussy, those perfect eyes looking at you, as his tongue is swirling around your clit, making it twitch at the contact, and you’re whimpering at how fucking good it feels, as he moans against you. “Be careful! Don’t- mmm - hurt yourself, Toru please…”

“Shut up and let me drink you.” He whispers, shoving and holding his shirt up, and you fall apart then, leaning back against the counter, head falling back as your eyes roll, as your hips gently thrust for more. Satoru is devouring you, every bit of you, hungrily and with such fervor, and you’re melting for him, your hands tangling in his hair, and your knees are shaking.

He’s groaning against your flesh, making you quiver, and you feel so fucking close to cumming, your clit already so overstimulated from earlier so you tighten your grip on him, pushing his head down harder, as he eagerly takes it, it’s what he wants. He’s shoving two fingers back in your pussy again, and you’re soaking him down to his wrists.

“Satoru!” You whine out, when he uses his teeth, gently biting at your clit, making you jolt, your thighs tightening around his head. “Satoru, fuck, I’m gonna…. Satoru gonna cum… ah!”

And then you do, buckling back against the sink, as he laps it up, his tongue sliding deep inside you, making you pulse around it, as you cry out. He’s relentless, keeping you on the edge, keeping you there, and you’re shaking and clutching his hair, and your breath is hitched, as he kisses and licks and sucks you, until you’re begging him to stop, to let you catch your breath.

Satoru’s eyes are dark and wild, his cheeks flushed as he looks up at you, and you’re trembling, soaking wet, your chest rising and falling heavily, you see the blood dripping down a pouty lower lip. You take it with your thumb gently, putting it to your mouth now, and he groans again, lifting you as he stands, as you eagerly slide down his silly kitten pajamas.

His cock springs free, and he’s shoved inside of you, as he balances your sore ass on that granite counter, cool on overheated flesh. He’s looking into your eyes, smearing that blood around your lips, fucking you so deep you scream out, filling you so good, so much fucking pressure you can’t take it. You’re trembling, about to cum around his thick cock as it stretches you again.

“You’re mine, baby. Mine.” He whispers, and you’re kissing him, tasting his blood all over your lips, as his hands slide up, one cupping under your chin, pressing on your pulse point as he squeezes. “All mine.”

“All yours, Satoru. All yours.” Satoru puts you down then and turns you, so you see your reflection, pulling your body up on the counter, your feet dangling, sliding his cock back inside, and you’re helpless to him, as he takes you over.

“Look at your gorgeous fucking face. Only get like this for me, huh?” You nod, as you see your reflection, flushed cheeks and fucked out eyes, so dilated they’re dark, mascara streaks down your cheeks, blood on your lips. “Beautiful, fucked out little slut, can’t get enough?”

Your eyes meet his in the reflection, as he wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing, making you pink tongue hang out as you try to catch a breath, as he’s pounding a pussy so fucking sore you can’t take it. You’re struggling as he’s rolling his hips, as he grins in that mirror, his teeth sharp and white, contrasting the blood decorating his pale skin red.

Satoru Gojo looks psychotic.

It just turns you on more, making you wetter and wetter, so wet you’re dripping down your clit, as his balls are smacking it with every thrust, and he’s licking up the side of your jaw as you lose yourself, as the mirror gets fuzzy. “S’mine, all mine. Say it.”

“Yours, Toru, s’all yours.” You whisper, as you’re getting lightheaded, as your toes curl while he lifts a leg, spreading you wider, putting one of your knees up on the counter and fucking harder. “Mmmh!”

“Want more cum, greedy little slut?” You nod, pressing deeper into his hand, as he constricts your airways, as you feel him so fucking deep, and you’re shattering as he pumps you full again, moaning and biting you with those sharp teeth. “Fuck, feel so good, fuck… three loads, so fucking slutty…”

You can’t form a thought, you can’t remember that your boyfriend is covered in cuts and bruises, and you’re covered in his marks now too, as you’re falling into him, fading into him, as you become one. As he fills you so deep, and fills every bit of that void that had been there, now it’s all him, there’s nothing else.

“Love you.” You whisper weakly, head lolling to the side, as he slides his hand off your throat, gripping a breast, squishing it in his hand and moaning, tilting your head to look at him with lidded eyes. “Love you Toru.”

“I love you, don’t you know I always have.” His words make you choke up again, as he pulls out of you, and your fluids are falling down, his white gooey cum and your liquid arousal. He eases you down, hugging you tight, as you look at how big he is compared to you in the mirror, his strong arms wrapping you. “So… guess what I’m thinking?”

“That we need a shower? And maybe you need painkillers?” You say, and he chuckles, fuck that laugh looks beautiful on his beat up face, still so pretty, as he rests his chin on your head.

“I wanna fuck you on Suguru’s desk and cum all over it.” You blink then, and he’s still chuckling, hot and sticky cock falling just a bit soft and pressing on your back.

“What now!?”

“Mmhmm. Film it too. What do you think, wanna be a pornstar?”

“Shouldn’t we… let it go?”

“Oh we will. I need to be petty first. Also, I’ll have a realtor put your house on the market, the sooner you live with me the better.” He purrs those words in your ear. “I know it’s worth-”

“Did you look up my house again!?”

“Mmhmm, you’ll get plenty for it. Then you don’t have to pay shit, keep that money put up. Buy barbies. I don’t care, I’m rich as fuck.” He’s brushing your hair back as you blink up at him.

“Satoru, you’re fucking insane.”

He wipes the blood off your lips, smirking and leaning in close. “And you’re fucking insane, aren’t you baby?”

Fuck. He’s right.

Yandere behavior isn't cool, it's fiction, and Satoru makes it hot!? Oh and Fuck Suguru till it's backwards lol

ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/58179796/chapters/148138651

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Chapter 9- Final

[bigification]

Beach Bears

The cold water felt good on my feet as the waves washed in and out. The sun warmed my skin as I stood at the edge of the beach. It was finally summer, the season where the ladies pull out their bikinis and I get to show off all the hard work I put into my abs over the winter. I finally got to wear my new orange speedo, it was a little big but the drawstring made it so it wouldn't fall down. It still showed off my ass well so I didn't care. I tried to convince my friend Leo to get a speedo too but he was hesitant. Although he did get a short pair of swim shorts, so he'll still be able to show off for the ladies.

"C'mon Leo, let's go already!" I yelled, waiting for my friend to join me in the water.

"Ya ya I'm coming!" He yelled back as he ran towards me.

We both slowly walked into the water together, it was cold but refreshing. We stopped just as the water reached our upper thigh, working up the courage to go deeper. In the meantime, I looked around to see if we had any catches nearby.

"Bingo!" I said to Leo as I tapped his shoulder. "Right there. Red bikinis." I pointed at two ladies swimming nearby.

"Slow down man, they're like ten years older than us. No way they want us around." Leo hesitated.

"Dude, were like almost 20, were basically adults. Just follow my lead." I said as I dragged towards the two women.

"Hey ladies. Need company to keep you warm?" I said, trying to lower my voice to sound smooth.

The women looked at each other and giggled quietly. One of them slowly walked up to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Why don't you two go a little deeper. We're gonna get some sunscreen and we'll be right back." She said as she softly slid her hand down my arm. She then brushed her hand across my cheek and over my mouth. It left a sweet taste in my lips. I saw the other woman do the same to Leo as they started to swim back to the shore.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!" I said excitedly to Leo. He smiled back at me and we both went deeper to wait for the ladies to come back.

I laid on my back, floating on the surface of the water. My head was turning with all of the things I should say, or the things I should do when they come back. I didn't even notice myself mentally drifting away. It was getting harder to think, it was hard to tell how much time had passed. I felt comfortable as a warm sensation filled my body.

As I was floating, I turned my head to face Leo. It looked like he was mindlessly floating like I was, but something seemed off. His belly is sticking out a bit. At first it just looked like he took a big breath in, but then it never flattened back out to his normal abs. In fact it just kept growing. It swelled until it looked like he ate a basketball. I could even see fat love handles spilling over his waist, acting as floating devices for his growing body. I should have been terrified, or at least curious about what was happening but something about it felt normal.

I continued to watch Leo change, I felt mesmerized and paralyzed at the same time. His flat pecs grew into a pair of strong but soft pecs that complemented his gut. His once skinny and defined arms ballooned into strong biceps, and thick man hands. His legs and his ass plumped a lot too, making it look like his swim shorts were about to burst. Even his feet looked like they grew six sizes.

I started to feel butterflies in my stomach. Like the feeling I get when I look at a hot woman, but I couldn't take my eyes off Leo. Finally, I watched his lovely hair fall out, leaving a bald head behind. Then his clean shaven face quickly grew a thick and bushy beard that covered the double chin that had formed under his face. His features seemed to roughen up, giving him the appearance of a tough man in his late thirties.

As I stared at Leo, I noticed I was struggling to stay afloat. My body was sinking and my head was barely above water. I usually have no trouble floating, why is my body sinking like a rock all of a sudden. I go to stand up, and something doesn't feel right. I could even touch the bottom before, now the water only reaches my chest when I stand up straight. I looked down, feeling the scruff of my beard rub against my chest. Wait... I don't have a beard, why do I have a beard. When I looked down, I noticed my chest sticking out much further than it usually does. My pecs were thick and padded, and my stomach had a thick layer of muscle but it was hidden under a layer of fat. My arms were massive, It made me feel so strong. My biceps were so thick that I had to spread my arms so they don't rub against my sides. My hands had gotten so thick, I felt like I could grip a basketball with one hand.

I started to walk towards Leo, as my mind began to feel less foggy. My memories started to come back to me. I had to stop and undo the strap on my speedo, because it felt like it was squeezing me to death. I think I'll need a new one anyway, this one felt like it was crushing my dick with every step. It also shocked me how much I had to spread my legs while walking, leg day has been paying off with these thick thighs but man is it annoying sometimes.

"Wake up, babe." I said to Leo as I shook him. He snorted a bit before jumping awake. "You look so cute when you wake up." I said as I leaned in for a kiss. I loved the fuzzy feeling of his beard rubbing against my lips. He always asks me if I'm okay with him growing out his beard but I'm always adamant that I love it, I don't think I'll ever let him shave it off.

I saw his cheeks turn a bit red from the compliment. He was always so easily flattered.

"We should go back and put on some sunscreen before you burn your head again." I said as I dragged him back to the shore.

I grabbed his hand as we got to the shore, Leo always had trouble with his balance with the waves hitting his feet. His balance gets worse the bigger his belly gets, not that I mind his belly though. I've made sure to feed him well ever since we started dating. That metabolism of his will give out one day and it'll be easier for me to fatten him up.

As we got to the beach, I heard a couple of girls giggling nearby. "You guys are so cute together!" One of them yelled out. Leo blushed and looked away, and I just gave them a wink as we walked back to our beach towels.

[communicationthroughlyrics]

Fuck Me Like You Mean It

Your best friend, unable to bear your post-breakup malaise, decides to take action. Despite your deep emotional pain following the betrayal by your ex-girlfriend, and your subsequent withdrawal from life, she believes it's time for you to move on. She suggests a night out to reinvigorate your social life. At the bar, your attention is drawn to a redhead and her brunette partner, whose infectious laughter and captivating dance moves stir feelings of attraction.

TW: smut, intersex r, wandanat, mommy/daddy kink, pretty smutty if i'm honest 18+

Word Count: 4.8k

You looked over at the two of them, Natasha's head on Wanda's shoulder, both of them watching you with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. Wanda's hand slid down to Natasha's stomach, her fingers tracing lazy circles, as Natasha purred contentedly. You felt a warmth spread through you, a feeling you hadn't experienced in a long time. It wasn't just the afterglow of amazing sex; it was the sense of belonging, of being seen and desired.

"You know," Natasha began, her voice a little hoarse from her moaning, "Wanda and I, we have a...a particular way of life. It's not all glamour and parties." She looked at you seriously, her eyes searching yours. "But we're good to each other, we care for each other."

Wanda's hand tightened around Natasha's, and she nodded in agreement. "We are looking for someone to share that with, who can handle us both."

You swallowed hard, feeling both thrilled and terrified by the prospect. "What...what does that mean?" Wanda laughed as your voice cracked in the middle of your sentence.

"It means," she started, her eyes dancing with excitement, "that we like to share our bed, our hearts, and our...adventures." Natasha's hand slid down to Wanda's thigh, squeezing it gently. "But only with someone strong enough to handle us." She winked at you, and you felt your cheeks heat up. You weren't sure if you were up for this, but the thought of being with these two powerful, alluring women was too tempting to pass up.

"Detka," Wanda started, an enraptured gaze setting into her features. "We know it's... unconventional, and we will date each other separately and together. There is still a lot to learn, but if you would like, we want to extend the offer to you." She paused, her eyes never leaving yours. "To be with us, to be part of us."

You sat there, the words 'dating' and 'us' echoing in your mind. The gravity of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. You had just had the most mind-blowing experience of your life with Natasha, and now Wanda was proposing something more. Your heart was racing, your mind trying to piece together the reality of what they were saying. This wasn't just a one-night stand, they were offering you a place in their lives.

Natasha, sensing your slight distress, chimes in. "You were the only one who caught our eyes tonight," she leaned forward, grabbing your hand and rubbing the back of it softly. "And let's face it, you're pretty amazing, from what we've experienced so far." You felt your cheeks flush, your heart skipping a beat. "But," she added, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "you can't just jump into the deep end without knowing how to swim."

Wanda nodded solemnly. "We are not just looking for a plaything, Y/N. We want someone who can stand alongside us, who can handle what we throw at them, and maybe even throw some surprises our way." She leaned in, her breath hot against your cheek. "Can you handle that? We will take it slow, and you have all the power and autonomy to leave if it ever becomes too much."

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their proposal. "I...I think so," you murmured, your voice still shaky from the aftershocks of pleasure. "Can we... can we sleep on it?" you asked, still in deep thought about all the information just thrown at you.

Wanda nodded, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Of course," she said, her eyes warm and understanding. "This is a big decision, and we wouldn't want you to make it hastily." Natasha nodded in agreement, her smile just as soft.

Natasha stood, albeit shakily, and you instinctively reached out, catching her as she nearly fell. She giggled, her legs still trembling. "You know, we're not asking you to marry us," she said, her voice light and playful. "But if it's what you want, we're not opposed to it." A contented smile became apparent on Wanda's face, watching you and Natasha interact. Natasha leaned in and quickly pecked at your lips, before regaining her composure and standing on less shaky legs.

Wanda slid off the bed, standing before you in all her naked glory. She held out her hand, and you took it, allowing her to pull you to your feet. "Let's get you cleaned up," she said, her voice still thick with lust. The three of you made your way to a luxurious bathroom, the tiles cold against your bare feet. The room was steamy from a recent shower, and the scent of their combined perfumes lingered in the air.

Natasha turned the shower on, the water cascading down from the rainfall showerhead, creating a soothing sound that filled the room. She stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter first. You stepped under the warm spray, feeling the tension melt from your body as the water washed away the sweat and the residue of your encounter. Wanda followed, her body pressing against yours from behind, her arms wrapping around your waist. Natasha stepped in front of you, her red hair plastered to her face as the water rained down on you both.

Wanda began pecking light kisses across the top of your back and shoulders, before stepping out from behind you and sliding in between you and Natasha. You leaned down slightly, nuzzling into Wanda's neck. The warm water cascaded over the three of you, mixing with the steam to create a cloud around your bodies. Natasha's hands began to explore yours, her soapy fingers gliding over your skin, making you shiver. Wanda's eyes gleamed as she watched, her hand sliding down to caress your cock, which was already beginning to stir again.

Suddenly, thier attention was turned to each other, you left to watch as the pair began to soap each other up, their hands gliding over their bodies in a way that was both erotic and affectionate. The sight of them together was mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but get hard again, watching the suds slide down Natasha's curves and Wanda's strong arms. They giggled, their eyes sparkling with mischief, and you realized that this was what they meant by 'adventures'. They were a package deal, and the thought was both thrilling and slightly intimidating.

Natasha's hand reached out, tugging at your chin to bring your attention back to her. "Don't just stand there, love," she said, her Russian accent thick with seduction. "Join us." And with that, she began to lather your chest, her touch light and teasing. You close your eyes, letting the sensations wash over you, feeling the tightness in your chest ease as you become one with them under the warm spray.

Wanda's hand slid down Natasha's back, her soapy palm pressing against Natasha's ass, pulling her closer to you. The redhead giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she stepped aside, allowing Wanda to take her place in front of you. "My turn," Wanda murmured, her eyes locked onto yours as she began to lather your chest, her hands moving in circles, her thumbs brushing against your nipples, making them harden. The sensation was exquisite, and you couldn't help but moan, your hands finding Wanda's hips as you pulled her closer. Wanda rose on her toes, placing her lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"I bet you taste so good," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet. You felt Natasha's hand slide down your back, her fingers ghosting over your ass before she stepped closer, her soapy hand caressing your cock, making it throb anew. The sensation of the two of them touching you was overwhelming, and you had to lean against the wall for support. The steam was thick around you, the only sounds were the water hitting the tiles and the soft moans that filled the room. "I want Daddy to put me in my place," she whispered, kissing down your chest as a dangerous glimmer flashed in her eyes.

Wanda dropped to her knees, taking your length in her mouth, her eyes never leaving yours. Natasha stepped behind you, her hands sliding around your waist, her breasts pressing against your back. You felt her teeth graze your shoulder, her breathing heavily in your ear. "You're going to love this," she promised, her hands moving to cup your breasts, her thumbs teasing the nipples. You groaned at the feeling of your tip now prodding the back of Wanda's throat, her moaning sending a vibration throughout your body.

The two of them worked in tandem, Natasha's hands on your breasts, Wanda's mouth on your cock, both of them driving you wild with pleasure. The feeling of Natasha's teeth on your neck was a stark contrast to the wet heat of Wanda's mouth, and you couldn't decide which sensation was more intense. Your hands found Natasha's hair, holding her in place as you pushed back into Wanda's throat, feeling her tongue swirl around you. A deep growl came from your chest before you slid your hands away from the redhead behind you and carded through Wanda's now-saturated chestnut locks. You grabbed the back of her head firmly, forcing her down onto your length, her gags filling the shower as Nat moaned behind you.

Wanda's eyes watered, but she didn't pull away, her eyes locked onto yours in a silent challenge. You smirked, pushing her down further, feeling Natasha's hands slide down to grip your ass, helping to drive Wanda's face into your crotch. "Mmm," Natasha murmured, her voice like honey in your ear. "Wanda loves it when you're rough." Wanda's eyes fluttered up to meet yours, and she nodded, her cheeks hollowing out as she took you deeper.

"Oh, does she now?" you growled, looking down at the watery gaze as she peered through her thick eyelashes. You tightened your grip on Wanda's hair, pushing her down even further, feeling Natasha's grip on your hips tighten as she whispered sweet nothings into your ear, her breath hot and moist. "Mommy is gonna learn today, princess," you snarl at Natasha, turning your head to kiss her fiercely. You pull away too soon for Natasha's liking, as Wanda detaches herself from your member.

"Printsessa," Wanda foggily gazed at Natasha. "Now it's my turn, you get to watch, milyy." The way she said it sent a thrill down Natasha's spine, her eyes widening with excitement. You stepped back, watching as Wanda took Natasha's face in her hands, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. You could hear them both whining and moaning, as Natasha's hand snuck down to her heat, circling her clit vigorously.

Wanda broke the kiss and pushed Natasha back against the shower wall, her soapy hands sliding down Natasha's body until they reached her pussy. She pushed Natasha's hand away, replacing it with her own, her thumb rubbing circles around Natasha's clit. Natasha gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. You watched, mesmerized, as Wanda's hand moved faster and faster, Natasha's legs starting to shake. The water was now a mix of soap and desire, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in the tiles. "Mama will give you this one," Wanda growled at her lover, hitting all the sweet spots she knew would result in Natasha's climax.

Natasha's moans grew louder, her body trembling under Wanda's touch. Her hands grabbed onto the shower wall for support, her nails digging into the tiles. You could see her getting closer, her breaths coming in short gasps. Wanda looked at you, her eyes dark with lust. "Isn't our princess beautiful, Y/N?" she moaned seductively, keeping her eyes trained on you as Natasha began to clench her wet heat around Wanda's deft fingers.

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from Natasha's contorted face of pleasure. "Very," you husked, your voice thick with arousal. Wanda smirked before turning her attention back to Natasha, her fingers moving with purpose. Natasha's eyes snapped open, meeting yours, and you watched as she bit her lip, trying to hold back. But Wanda was relentless, her thumb pressing harder, her other hand sliding into Natasha's mouth, muffling her cries. You stepped behind Wanda, rubbing yourself through her folds, causing her to momentarily falter, just as Natasha peaked and came with a rush over Wanda's fingers.

"Fuck," Wanda leaned her back against your chest as you continued to tease her with your cock, prodding and coating yourself in her arousal. Natasha leaned heavily against the shower wall, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her breath. "You're so...good," she murmured, her eyes glazed over. You couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a sense of pride swell in your chest. Natasha slid down to the bench in the corner, her hazy gaze following the two of you who now stood in the center of the shower. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Wanda began chanting as you continued to tease and work her up.

Her hands found your ass, her nails digging in, urging you to fill her. you laughed darkly at her building desperation, your nose sliding in behind her ear as you kissed up and down her neck. "You think you're in control, don't you, Wanda?" you growl, nipping at her neck as you pull away. She moaned at the loss, quickly turning around to face you.

"Show me that I'm not?" she challenged a glimmer in her eyes. You smirked, gripping her hips and spinning her around so she faced Natasha. "I think Natasha would love to see how good you can be," you whispered, your hand sliding around Wanda's waist to guide her back onto Natasha's awaiting mouth. Natasha looked up at you with a mix of excitement and trepidation, before she leaned forward, trapping Wanda in a passionate liplock. You watched briefly as the two kissed before you lined yourself up with Wanda's waiting hole, and rammed your full length into her.

Wanda gasped, her eyes rolling back as Natasha pulled Wanda's bottom lip with her teeth. You took the opportunity to pull almost out, only to slam into her, feeling her tightness clench around you as she moaned into Natasha's mouth. Natasha's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away, instead, her tongue darted out to taste Wanda's bottom lip. You watched in amazement as Natasha began to suck on Wanda's lip, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as Wanda's moans grew louder.

You felt your orgasm building, Wanda's pussy around your cock too much to handle. "Oh fuck," you groaned, your hands tightening on Wanda's hips as you began to thrust faster. Wanda pulled away from the redhead, her moans and gasps becoming too much for her to continue kissing her wife before you. Wrapping your hand in the auburn locks that were pushed to the side of Wanda's face, you pulled her back by her hair till her back rested against your front, changing the angle with which you grazed the spongy, soft spot within her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she let out a deep, primal scream that was quickly cut short by your hand sliding around to her throat, squeezing slightly, her eyes flying open to watch you. Taking the opportunity before you, you set a torrid pace as you licked and sucked at Wanda's neck, marking up and down her throat as Natasha whimpered in the corner. Wanda's hand snaked down to Natasha's pussy, her fingers easily slipping into the sopping wetness as Natasha's hips jerked up to meet them.

"You see that, our princess loves to watch mommy get railed," you growled in Wanda's ear. Natasha's eyes were glued to the scene before her, her cheeks flushed as she watched you claim Wanda's body. Wanda's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her breaths coming in quick pants as you hammered into her. The sight of Natasha's fingers moving in and out of herself was too much, and you could feel Wanda's walls tighten around you. "Look at her, Wanda," you bark in her ear, directing her attention to the redhead as she milked her fingers with her sloppy cunt.

Wanda's gaze snapped to Natasha, her eyes wide with desire. Natasha's hand worked faster, her other hand reaching up to pinch her nipple. You could feel Wanda's orgasm approaching, her moans growing louder. "That's it," you encouraged your voice a dark whisper. "Make mommy cum for daddy." Wanda's hand began to move faster, her hips grinding back into you as Natasha watched, her eyes hooded with lust.

Natasha suddenly moved to her knees, wrapping her arms around Wanda's thighs as she began to lick at her clit, while simultaneously cupping your sack, massaging them, and sending your senses into overdrive. Wanda's eyes widened, and she threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as Natasha's tongue worked her clit in a way that only Natasha knew how to do. You watched in amazement as Natasha's tongue darted in and out of Wanda's folds, her face a mask of pure desire. You could feel Natasha's tongue and lips occasionally grace your hardened member, sending a shudder down your spine.

Wanda's legs began to quiver as Natasha's mouth worked its magic, her eyes rolling back in her head as she got closer and closer to the edge. You took a moment to appreciate the view, the two most beautiful women you've ever seen pleasuring each other and you. Your grip on Wanda's hair tightened as you watched Natasha's nimble tongue work Wanda's clit, her other hand now stroking her own, the sight of Natasha's knuckles disappearing into herself was too much to handle. "Fuck," Wanda breathed out, her eyes snapping open to meet yours. "I'm going to cum."

"Not until I say, mama," you command, thrusting yourself harder into her now gaping hole. "Fuck, it's like you were made for me." you groaned at the feeling of her walls pulsing around you. Natasha smirks up at you, her eyes glazed with arousal as she continues to lick and kiss Wanda's clit.

Wanda's nails dig into your forearm, her body taut with the effort of holding off. "Fuck, please," she pants out, her voice strained. Natasha giggles, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Wanda, her entire being shuddering in your grasp.

"Look at her, Natasha," you say, your voice thick with lust. "So eager for it." Natasha smiles up at you, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that matches your own. You slow your pace, teasing Wanda's clit before sliding your hand back up to rest around her throat. Wanda's eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a low, guttural moan.

"Now," you command, and Natasha's mouth clamps down on Wanda's clit, her tongue flicking rapidly as she sucks and licks. Wanda's legs give out, and you hold her up with one arm wrapped around her chest, the other tightening around her throat. You feel her pussy clamp down on your cock as she cums, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.

"Fuck, Y/N," Wanda started. "Oh my god," she whispered, her voice ragged with pleasure. You chuckled darkly, feeling her spasms around your cock as Natasha's tongue danced around her clit. You thrust into Wanda a few more times, her pussy clenching around you as the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her body. "It's too much," she whined, her head leaning back to rest on your shoulder.

"You wanted me to prove who's in control Wanda," you nipped at her neck, before working out to her shoulder. "I'm gonna show you why it isn't you." With a brutal force, you thrust into her one more time before pulling out, spinning her around before leaning down far enough that you could pick the woman up, sliding her up the slick shower wall, her thighs now on either side of your face. The show of power elicited a whimper from both women, Natasha moving over to wrap her lips around you as you buried your face between Wanda’s legs.

The taste of Wanda's sweetness mixed with Natasha's lingering flavor on your tongue was heavenly. You began to lick and kiss along Wanda's slit, her breath hitching as she looked down at you. "Fuck," she whispered, her hands gripping the wall above her head. Natasha watched, her eyes hooded with lust as she took you back into her mouth, her hand reaching down to play with her clit. The sight was incredibly erotic, and you felt your climax building.

You worked Wanda's pussy with your tongue, her legs trembling with each stroke. You could feel Natasha's hands on your ass, her nails digging in as she urged you to go deeper, faster. The water cascaded down your bodies, making everything slick and slippery as you moved in tandem with Natasha's bobbing head. Wanda's moans grew louder, her hips rolling against your face as she approached her peak. "I'm going to cum again," she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure.

"Ask for it, baby," you reached up, tweaking Wanda's nipple before returning it to its place on her thigh. "Beg for it." You could feel Natasha's tongue working you over as Wanda threw her head back, her breath coming in short pants.

"Please," she whimpered, her body tightening around your face. "Please, let me cum."

"It doesn't sound like you want it," you pulled away from her drenched folds, looking up at her heaving chest. You watched the frustration build in Wanda's eyes, her body on the brink of release.

"Oh, please," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. Natasha's eyes flickered to Wanda's, the look on her face a mix of amusement and arousal as she watched her wife's need. You reached down, pushing Natasha away gently, fully intending for Wanda to be the one to finish you off this time.

Wanda looked at you with a fiery gaze, her eyes flashing with desire. "I want it," she breathed, her voice hoarse from the screams of pleasure she'd released moments ago. "Please, Y/N," You tut, a smirk playing on your lips as you stop your ministrations. Looking up at her, her legs still wrapped around your shoulders.

"That's not my name."

Wanda's eyes lock onto yours, a fierce desperation for release behind them. "Daddy, please. Please, fuck. Fuck me, let me cum daddy. Let me show you how good you make me feel." The way she says 'daddy' sends a jolt straight to your cock, and you can't resist the urge to push back into Natasha's mouth, letting her deep-throat you once more.

Her eyes water at the sudden pressure, but she takes it, her throat convulsing around you as she swallows you whole. You look back up at Wanda, your gaze intense. "You want it?" Your question, your voice low and gruff. She nods, her eyes pleading. "Then tell me how much you want it," you demand, your teeth clenched as you hold back your orgasm.

"I want it so badly," Wanda gasps, her voice a whine. "I need it, daddy." Natasha's eyes dart between the two of you, the word 'daddy' spiking her arousal as she continues to suck you off, her hand sliding down to her pussy, mimicking the movements you're about to make inside Wanda. You can feel Natasha's warm breath on your shaft as she takes you deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.

With a smirk, you release yourself from Natasha's mouth, her tongue peeking out to catch the last droplets of pre-cum. You slide Wanda down the wall, turning her around so she's now facing Natasha. You lift her slightly, Natasha's mouth immediately finding Wanda's, her tongue slipping inside with ease. Wanda's legs feel like they are about to give way, so you pull up on her waist before driving yourself inside her pulsing warmth.

The sound of skin slapping skin and water bouncing off bodies fills the air as you begin to thrust, your movements in sync with Natasha's tongue. Wanda's moans are muffled by Natasha's mouth, but you can feel her body tightening around you, her orgasm approaching again. Natasha breaks the kiss, her eyes meeting yours, a question in them. You nod, and she moves her mouth down to Wanda's neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks in a line down to her collarbone.

"Gonna fill this bratty pussy fucking full, mama," you grunt, leaning down slightly to reach around and grasp one of Wanda's nipples, rolling it between your fingertips. You hear Natasha's breath hitch in response, her hand moving faster between her legs. Wanda's eyes roll back in her head, and she nods, unable to form coherent words. Pounding into Wanda's pussy, you worked yourself up quickly to your high.

Wanda's orgasm hits her like a ton of bricks, her body convulsing around you as Natasha watches with a mix of awe and envy. Natasha's eyes never leave yours as she brings herself to climax, her hand moving in a blur as her cunt spasms around her fingers. Wanda's pussy tightens around you, her nails digging into Natasha's shoulders as she rides out the waves of pleasure. You feel your orgasm approaching, your cock swelling within her.

"Fuck," Wanda gasps, her eyes rolling back as Natasha's mouth finds her nipple, biting down gently. You can't hold back anymore, your hips jerking as you fill Wanda with your cum, her body shaking with the intensity of it all. Natasha's hand slows, her orgasm subsiding as she watches you claim Wanda's body. Wanda's head falls back, her body going slack against Natasha's, both of them panting heavily.

You pull out of Wanda, your cock still pulsing with the aftermath of your release. Natasha's eyes never leave yours as she takes you back into her mouth, eagerly cleaning every drop of cum from your shaft. You groan, the sensation almost too much after the intense climax. Wanda's legs give out, and Natasha catches her, the two of them now kissing deeply, sharing your taste. The sight is so erotic that you feel yourself hardening again. A deep groan leaves you as you watch them, feeling a mix of possessiveness and arousal that you've never felt before.

You stepped back, pumping yourself as they continued. Wanda's hand slid down Natasha's body, reaching between her legs to continue the gentle ministrations that had brought her to the edge of pleasure. Natasha's eyes never left yours as she licked and kissed her way down Wanda's chest, her tongue tracing the path of your marks. You watched them, the two of them so in sync, so lost in each other's touch, and felt a fierce desire to claim them both, to show them that you were just as much a part of this as they were.

Finally, you felt like you were where you belonged. "Yes." was all you said, the two women before you stopped as they looked at you. "I say yes, to it all." Natasha's eyes sparkled with excitement, while Wanda's were filled with a mix of satisfaction and lust. They shared a knowing smile before Natasha pulled away from Wanda's embrace and moved towards you. She placed her hands on your shoulders, looking up at you with a seductive gaze.

"Are you sure, love?" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of concern. "This isn't a decision to be made lightly."

You nodded, feeling the weight of the decision but also the thrill of the unknown. "I've never felt more sure," you replied, your voice firm. Wanda's smile grew wider, her eyes darkening as her soapy hand slid down your chest.

"Good," she purred, moving closer. Natasha's hand reached for your cock, now standing at attention again, stroking it gently. "We're going to take such good care of you," she whispered. You groaned at the feeling, your head rolling back as they began to lather you up.

Wanda's breasts pressed against your chest, her soapy hands sliding up and down your body, as she wrapped her arms around your neck, kissing you deeply. Natasha stood behind you, gently working thier shampoo into your tousled hair, massaging your head sensually. The combination of their hands and lips on your skin was almost too much to handle, but you managed to keep your composure, your arousal simmering just beneath the surface.

Natasha pecked at your shoulders her hands tracing the muscles in your back as you continued your breathless affair with Wanda. Her touch was light and feathery, sending shivers down your spine. You felt Natasha's breasts press into your back, her body flush against you as her arms wrapped around your waist. 

"I can't wait for our first date, detka." 

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jealousy, jealousy

Summary: You're usually someone who preaches love but there's something about a new recruit that makes your blood boil.

Jealousy isn’t part of your vocabulary, it never has. So when you started dating Bucky you assumed it wouldn’t be a problem. Of course you noticed the widened eyes and hushed words people- men and women alike, Buck’s got game left and right- whenever the two of you would walk into restaurants. When you started pointing it out to him, he would always say: “It’s not cause they like my looks sweets, they’re afraid of me.”

Maybe at first that was the case but definitely not now, the public’s perception of Bucky turned positive. From terrifying Winter Soldier close all your doors to I’ll set my house on fire just to get a look at Daddy Sarge.

And there wasn’t anyone who loved teasing him about it more than you. Some nights, whenever he’s been especially annoying you would search his tag on twitter and read what people post about him. His cheeks would burst red and he would bring the comforter up to his face.

“Could you please stop with that!” He groaned but a smile tugged at his lips. “You know it gives me a weird feeling!”

“I would love to see the Eiffel Tower, they say Paris is beautiful this time of year. @BuckyBarnes @SamWilson.” You giggled as you brought your phone closer to your boyfriend.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Do I even want to know what that means?”

“It’s-well- kind of when you-“ You pursed your lips and made a triangle shape with your hands. Maybe a visual aid would help?

Bucky grabbed both of your hands and brought them to his lips. “Can you please put me out of my misery?”

But today was very different, it had been for a few weeks now. There was something about the new brunette agent that rubbed you the wrong way. Maybe it was that she was currently rubbing Bucky’s bicep. 

Jealousy does not exist in my world. My happiness comes from within me. There is no jealousy in true love. 

You repeated this over and over in your head, raising the speed on the treadmill and focusing on the windows in front of you. You were not going to focus on the fact that there was a hot pink nail polish wearing agent openly flirting with your boyfriend. Definitely not focusing on that. 

Your heartbeat started to rush as you kept on running, seeing red. No mantra was enough, you wanted problems. You were going to go up to her and pin her down on the floor until she was patting on the mat, taking her last brea-

“You okay?” Natasha asked, placing her hand on your lower back to stabilize your body as she lowered the speed on the treadmill. “It looks like you’re trying to challenge the speed of light over here.”

You took a deep breath to calm your anger and looked at the redhead with a smile. “I’m trying to get rid of all my- you can call it extra energy.”

Natasha threw her head back with a laugh. “Bucky training the new recruits?”

“This hasn’t happened before, I’m usually very chill about everything. But there’s something about this one.” You said, forcing your eyes onto Natasha’s instead of behind you. Where they were now about to start sparring. 

Natasha’s eyes traveled from yours to behind you. “If that’s the problem then I strongly suggest you don’t look now.”

You turned your head just enough to see the young recruit asking for your boyfriends hand to stand up, putting her other hand on his shoulder as she came up. You heard her giggle as she draped her arm over his shoulder and started complimenting his new shorter haircut. But the thing that threw you over the edge was how she placed her palm against the back of his neck. 

“Excuse me.” You said to Natasha, ripping open the pocket on the left side of her tactical suit and taking out one of the small knives you knew she hid. “I just need to borrow this for a second.”

Before Natasha could even get a word out you planted both of your feet on the gym floor and sent the knife flying in between Bucky and the new agent’s face and landed on the wall behind them. Bucky leaned back a little as he felt the air rushing when the knife passed him, turning to face you with a stupid smug smile. The recruit on the other hand, fell to the floor and clutched her chest. 

Nat tried and failed to swallow her laugh.

You brushed past Bucky and the agent, who was still on the floor. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“You should really work on your aim. Someone could have gotten hurt.” She shot you an annoyed look as you un-stabbed the wall. 

You turned on your heel and debated your answer. 

Actions speak louder than words. You thought. 

Without breaking eye contact with the woman, you sent the knife flying right to the spot next to her head. With no effort the blade stuck to the foam flooring. 

“I have perfect aim.” You smiled walking past Bucky who was biting the inside of his cheek to suppress his smile.

“Are we still on for dinner Sweets?” Bucky asked, the sides of his lips curving upwards. 

“7:30, don’t be late.” You said without turning to him. 

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Part 2: jealousy, turning saints into the sea

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I wanna hear your opinion on how Arthur and John differ in bed because I love em both

arthur is a tender, gentle lover; with him, everything is about you and your pleasure— sex is an expression of his love and devotion for you, through kisses and touches and whispered words of affection. he worships you the whole time, mapping out your entire body with his fingers, then his lips— he’s thorough in his adoration of you and will make you come multiple times before even beginning to pull himself out of his pants. kissing you during sex is very important for arthur; it’s an act that’s so intimate, so sacred in his eyes, especially given his track record with women and the abandonment issues that stem from them— being able to kiss you freely reminds him that your feelings for him are sincere and that you’re not going anywhere. despite his inherent tenderness during sex, arthur is far from boring or repetitive; he’s more than willing to try anything you might be interested in trying (as long as there is zero chance of him hurting you. anything that could hurt you is a hard no for him) as he’s very versatile. he’s also quite vocal; he’ll moan, groan and gasp your name and will murmur praises against your skin. all in all, making love with arthur is a refreshing and intimate experience that he used to connect with you on a physical and spiritual level.

john is a lot less gentle. he’s fast and efficient most of the time, not hesitating to manhandle you into whatever position he likes (although your consent always matters and he will stop immediately if you ask him to because while he’s a little rough, he’s not a fucking monster). one thing that characterizes john in bed is that he likes his sex hot and messy. there will be spit, there will be tears of pleasure, there will be lots of cum— john marston loves to see you dripping with him, it’s really what gets him going. he’ll spit in your mouth and make you swallow it; he will drag his spit-slick fingers down your body and around your nipples; he will eat you out until his face is shining with your slick and then leave wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck— he likes it wet and sloppy and downright nasty. he’s also quite vocal in bed, although it’s mostly curses, and won’t hesitate to tell you “fuck, that’s so fuckin’ hot” if you do something that makes his dick twitch. his thrusts are, more often than not, hard and fast and a little on the primal side; his focus is to bring you both to your climax as fast as possible— unless there has been a near-death experience, where he takes his sweet time with you and it feels a lot more raw, intimate and emotional because it’s mostly in these moments that he allows himself to verbalize how much you mean to him and how he can’t live without you, which he doesn’t usually do because being vulnerable is something that terrifies him. all in all, sex with john is passionate, primal and efficient; it’s messy and horny and a little animalistic.

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Mind control fetishist problems:

You read a very well-written scene in a novel where the mind control is both terrifying in itself and an apt metaphor for oppression and abuse of women, and yet something in the dark recesses of your mind goes "yeah, but it's kinda hot though".

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The Temple of the God

[ Ares • Ettore x Aphrodite • female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, sex content, fingering, smut, angst, violence, swearing, marital infidelity ]

[ description: Many men look at her with lust, however, no one's gaze is as terrifying as that of her brother, the god of war, cruel and cold, reminding her more of a barbarian than one of the kings of Olympus. He is known to care little about pleasing women in his brutal rapprochements with them, however, he surprises her with his attitude when he visits her one night. ]

This oneshot is my Valentine's Day gift to all of you. I love you, thank you for being here! I plan to come back to this couple in the future, let me know what you think! 💕

Part 2 − The Temple of War

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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She could see it in the way he looked at her. She saw it in the light movement of his head, his raised chin, his slightly parted lips, his gait lazy, confident, careless, like that of a bear or a lion. He circled around her, angry and frustrated, unable to get what he wanted.

There was something animalistic in his nature, in his posture, in his aura, his gaze seemed to her empty, yet at the same time endlessly deep and dark; he could not concentrate on calm deliberation, there was a perpetual, irrepressible storm in his mind.

He would exert himself on the battlefields, at the head of armies of his heroes, with whom he would train and duel for days, their muscular, broad bodies often completely naked, glistening with sweat and oil.

She watched them sometimes from the windows of her chambers on Olympus. Their great wars and pointless exercises aimed at making them tear their opponents to shreds, with one sword cut depriving them of their members, wallowing in their blood.

Her brother did not abhor carcasses, decay, murder, cruelty, she thought he fed on it, his enemies knew no mercy from him, their pleas clashing with the cold stone that was his heart.

Her nature was the complete opposite of his and they both knew that they had nothing to offer each other. However, whenever he caught sight of her silhouette, walking in the company of her servants, river and mountain nymphs, entertaining her with conversation, he did not take his piercing, hot gaze off her, his lips pressed into a thin line; he turned the hilt of his sword as if in a trance then, drifting away with his thoughts.

He did not desire her, he wanted to devour her.

She knew that he had cohabited with many women, including her maidservants, who later lamented to her that he was brutal and cruel, that he did not know or understand what female fulfilment and joy were, did not know the women's bodies and their secrets, because he was only interested in his own fulfilment.

One day she visited him while he was practising with his warriors; they were wrestling and throwing each other to the ground, the one who gave up had to pat the other on the shoulder.

They were completely naked.

Seeing her, several of them covered themselves, knowing full well who she was, ashamed that she might judge them or their bodies, mock them and expose them to the ridicule.

She, however, approached her brother, looking straight into his eyes beaming with utter black emptiness, his broad chest adorned with drops of sweat rising and falling in heavy breathing.

He stood before her without any sign of embarrassment, his eyes roaming all over her body, judging apparently how her flesh presented itself in her soft velvet-like translucent white robe, pearls braided into the curls of her hair. They stared at each other for a moment in silence, as if testing each other, her face, like his, expressing nothing.

"Stay away from my servants, brother. They have complained to me that you are hurting them." She said at last, his jaw clenched at her words, his nostrils quivering in impatience.

He didn't answer.

He never answered.

She turned away, heading back towards the cloisters, feeling the thirsty gazes of the men turning behind her, disappearing at last into the halls of the gigantic ancient palace.

Men craved her for many reasons, one of which was the urge to prove to themselves that they could be desired by the goddess of love herself.

It was a great oversimplification, however, because of her experience this is what she came to be called, people, men and women, began to offer prayers to her begging her blessing in their marriages, asking for her intervention in matters others would have been afraid to whisper about.

She blessed ardent loves, burning to the core.

Yet she herself, though she was ashamed to admit it, had not experienced one herself.

Every time she thought it was the one, the man she believed to be her beloved died, or betrayed her by following another goddess, bored. Her heart was broken so many times that she allowed herself to be approached by men only to give her physical pleasure.

Her husband, Hephaestus, was a good and warm-hearted man. He spent his days in his great forge located in the heart of the volcano, in which the fire flowed constantly. She visited him there rarely, the dust and noise there was unbearable for her.

Although they both had respect for each other and a kind of cordiality, he preferred to devote himself to his work. He did not understand her needs, just as she did not understand his, for which she did not blame him.

Their marriage, unlike that of Zeus and Hera, was more peaceful, both of them resigned to their roles and didn't get in each other's way.

She knew, however, that before her father, ruler of the thunderbolts and all of Olympus, had decided to marry her to Hephaestus, it had been the God of War himself who had furiously demanded her hand, believing that she was his to claim.

Their father did not share his decision, apparently fearing his violent nature and what kind of husband he would turn out to be.

Her brother then disappeared for years, sinking into great wars and battles, the earth trembled from his rage, from the peaks of their heavenly mountain she heard the cries and moans of his enemies.

That day, after what she had told him, he came to her at night.

Completely naked, without a trace of embarrassment on his face, he walked slowly across the cold stone floor towards her bed, draped with a canopy and translucent curtains, which he pushed aside with an impatient flick of his hand, passing between them.

He stopped when he caught sight of her bare figure, looking at him with furrowed brows she raised on one elbow, feeling no shame whatsoever, yet unable to stop the squeeze between her thighs and the heat in her lower abdomen noticing that at the sight of her body his manhood twitched and swelled.

"Get out." She said coolly, but he only hummed as if he was considering something. She turned on her back, ready to scream if necessary, knowing her servants would come to her aid and her brothers would drag him away from her.

She was curious, however, to see what he would do.

She looked vigilantly at his silhouette walking slowly towards her, with his big cold black eyes and tense body he reminded her of a wild animal preparing to attack.

She thought he was about to throw himself at her and try to take her against her will.

He, however, sat down beside her; his large, wide hand raised and, in an uncertain, calm movement, ran down her thigh, his fingers digging into her skin as if he wanted to see what it felt like.

"− like velvet −" He murmured low, breathing through his mouth as if he was trying to calm himself; she seemed to notice on his face something of childish curiosity, as if she and her body was something unremarkable and completely incomprehensible to him.

His hand went higher, to her breast and began to rub and play with it, as if he liked the shape of it and how pleasant it was to the touch. She sighed quietly, realising with disbelief that what he was doing and how he was behaving was making her wet, her fleshy insides pulsing with tension.

Finally his fingers ran over her neck and face, his thumb stopped and parted her plump, glistening lips; he leaned over her as if he wanted to get a proper look at her, his warm breath enveloped her skin, the smell of his sweat seemed primal, masculine to her, her body involuntarily quivered at the thought.

He kissed her, kissed her as if he wanted to devour her, his caress full of chaos and impatience, of his hot, sticky lips, of his wet tongue, of his saliva and teeth. She gasped into his mouth, surprised to feel what he was doing between her thighs, her heart pounding like mad.

He groaned low into her mouth in surprise and tightened his fingers on her cheeks, panting hard as her hand gripped firmly his hard, swollen manhood.

She gasped for air when she felt how generously he had been bestowed by the heavens; she gave him a few slow, encouraging squeezes sliding her hand from the fat, pink head of his cock to it's very base, his hips involuntarily began to respond to her movements.

"− harder −" He commanded, closing his eyes, his hand involuntarily squeezed her breasts, too hard and without sensitivity. She hissed quietly, clamping her hand tighter on his length, wanting to cause him pain; he growled feeling it, digging his fingers into the skin of her cheek, looking at her with rage.

"− not like that − more gently −" She explained, clamping her hand over his, showing him with the strokes of her fingers how he should caress her, directing his thumb to her nipple.

"− rub this place − ah, yes, just like that −" She mumbled, tilting her head back, feeling his impatient breath on her, watching her and her reactions with interest, surprised apparently at how she was able to change in a matter of moments.

She felt his length tremble in her grasp when he heard her first, quiet moans.

"− that's enough −" He said impatiently, laying down on top of her, his large hands, rough from holding the sword, gripped her thighs, wanting to spread them apart and finally possess her, her fingers tightening on his sweaty, muscular shoulders.

"− no − not yet − touch me there −" She mumbled.

He looked at her with a gaze from which her whole body froze, it seemed to her that his irises were completely black, menacing, burning with a desire that destroyed and devoured.

For a moment he didn't move, breathing heavily as if he was considering her words; she licked her lips realising that he had never done this before.

He had never touched a woman down there with his fingers or his lips, never caressed her before he owned her.

She swallowed loudly, sliding her hand down to his, in a gentle motion encouraging him to sink his fingers into her hot, leaking womanhood.

She heard him draw in a loud breath at the sensation, foreign and unfamiliar, tense, he rested the weight of his body on his elbow, leaning to the side, watching from the corner of his eye what he was doing to her.

"− here, brother − touching me here will give me pleasure −" She whispered, guiding his fingertips to the bud hidden between her folds, showing him how to tease her clit with circular, slow movements.

She parted her lips, feeling the pleasant tingling in her lower abdomen, her hips involuntarily began to respond to his strokes.

"− only here? −" He asked lowly, furrowing his eyebrows, his stony face expressing concern at her words knowing that the place she was showing him was outside and not deep inside her. She sighed quietly, guiding his middle finger to her slit; he looked at her face, gasping out loud, feeling the way her fleshy walls resisted him, hot and sticky.

"− not only − can you feel it? − right here −" She whispered, directing him to the spot inside her just above her opening, between her muscles. He shuddered all over, licking his lips, dried apparently from emotion, his erection hard and swollen, twitching involuntarily, betraying how aroused he was.

"− yes −" He exclaimed, digging his middle finger into the spot she showed him, his thumb teasing her pearl, clearly wanting to see what would happen when he started touching both places at once. She moaned loudly, tilting her head back, delighted at how unexpectedly pleasurable the sensation was.

"− gods − put it inside me −" She mewled, feeling that she no longer cared about retaining any remnants of her dignity, her free hand sank into his hair, pulling him close. He grunted loudly into her mouth like an animal throwing himself at her body, her fingers dug into the bare skin of his back, a moan of exertion escaped her throat when immediately the thick tip of his cock began to push against her tight walls.

"− wider −" He exhaled with a grin that was disturbing to say the least as with an impatient, confident thrust he forced her to let him in deeper. She breathed loudly, unable to believe how hard he was stretching her and threw her head back, a drop of sweat running down her long neck.

"− brother −" She whispered, something in the way she said the word made him lose his patience, his length began to slam into her in a fast, brutal rhythm, each time rubbing the spot inside her from where she could see the stars; it seemed to her that everything around her was spinning, the fingers of his hand cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look at him.

"− no, fucking look at me − look at me and listen to what my cock is doing to this weeping cunt − pathetic −" He hissed out through clenched teeth, as if he was both furious and proud at the same time. She whimpered helplessly, a loud smack echoed around them each time his thighs hit the bare skin of her buttocks, there was something lewd and definitive about the sound, proof of how wrong she was.

"− mghm −" She babbled, feeling like he was going to pierce her, the movements of his hips quick and aggressive, full of desperation and desire, their breaths embarrassingly loud and raptured. They stared at each other with their mouths wide open, as if they couldn't believe in what was happening.

"− what does it feel like, brother? − what does it feel like to fuck your own sister? −" She gasped, heard his surprised sigh at her question, his cock quivered hard inside her, his fingers dug harder into the soft skin of her cheeks, causing her pain.

He was moving so fast inside her that he was hardly slipping out of her, her fleshy walls, all leaking from her moisture, were no longer resisting him.

It seemed to her that he wanted to reply something, but the pleasure took his speech away; he leaned over suddenly and pressed his forehead against hers, panting loudly, his hot breath enveloping her face.

She could smell the masculine scent of his sweat, from which her cunt began to throb around him, her fingers traveled down from his back to his buttocks, stroking them with movements that could be called tender.

"− it feels good −" He whispered, looking at her with a gaze that sent shivers through her, at the same time animalistic, empty and full of something she couldn't name, desire as dark and disturbing as the night around them. The sure, loud, deep thrusts of his hips made her breath get stuck in her throat, she thought with horror, feeling a pleasant tickle in her lower abdomen, that she was about to come.

"− it feels right −" He muttered and ran his tongue over her lips, something in the way he said those words, in this shameless, lewd gesture, in the way the tip of his fat cock rubbed her again and again at the spot of her greatest pleasure made her melt in front of him.

She involuntarily tilted her head back and closed her eyes, a soft, helpless moan of delight broke from her throat as a wave of wonderful heat and relief shook her body, her walls began to squeeze him, sucking him inside.

"− fuck − fuck-fuck-fuck −" He merely muttered before sighing loudly.

She felt his hot seed spill inside her, filling her, and although she rarely allowed anyone such an honour, she was unable to deny him.

She stroked his naked buttocks with calm movements full of affection, in some subconscious, natural reflex, he continued to thrust into her for a moment longer, looking down at her with his mouth open wide in pleasure.

They stared at each other, breathing loudly, and she raised her hand, letting her fingers run over his temple, his cheek and his clearly defined long jaw. She saw him close his eyes for a moment, as if he wanted to remember this moment and this feeling.

"− there is no place for me to rest − no haven where I can take refuge − here is my only true temple −" He gasped in half whisper, as if he were revealing to her some shameful secret that was tormenting him. She swallowed quietly, feeling his body cling to hers, her breasts pressed against his bare, broad chest, his face snuggled into her hot cheek, his soft manhood still throbbed deep inside her.

"− my home −"

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To Surrender

Billy Washington x female

Summary: Before her, Billy had never appreciated his hands. | Word Count: 2.1k~ | Warnings: choking, smut, p in v, doggy style

Before her, Billy had never appreciated his hands.

He thought women were more interested in how tall he was, how broad, how strong, how funny. The thought of having to live up to all of these expectations was absolutely daunting. And he often felt, before this relationship, that he was unable to reach them, never mind achieve them.

He wasn't funny. Or strong, he thought.

But since meeting her. Since she allowed her heart to curl around him like a tight embrace, he found that she liked the little, more subtle things about him.

Like when he blinks slowly and dreamily when he's had two pints, smiling like a lovesick teenager. How the dimple presses into his rosy, sun-kissed skin when he genuinely laughs at something. And how, every time he changes gear, he rests the hand he'd used for the gear stick rests on her knee with an affectionate squeeze that mirrors the feeling in her chest.

What he'd never considered was that sometimes women liked hands.

He remembered thinking, since fucking when, when she told him how much she likes them. How big they are and how long and slender the fingers, but still thicker than hers.

He admits, at first he thought it was quite cute. Thinking she meant it was because his hands were easy to hold.

But he never imagined he'd be stark bollock naked, on top of her in bed, and staring at her mouth agape, when she'd asked him to put them around her neck.

“You want me to what?”

He'd barely gotten the words out before she was guiding his hands to her throat, her gaze locked onto his with hunger. "Trust me," she whispered, her voice sultry. "I need to feel them...just like this."

Billy hesitated, feeling the thrum of her pulse under his fingertips. He wasn't new to the world of kinks, but this was different. There was a level of intimacy here that he hadn't expected, a rawness that made his heart beat faster.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice softer now, almost a murmur. His fingers felt foreign against the delicate skin of her throat. He could sense the trust she was placing in him, and it both thrilled and terrified him.

"Please," she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch. "You won't hurt me.”

This wasn’t just about trust, it was about her need to be seen, to be understood in a way that went beyond words or gestures. She wanted to feel him, to feel his control, to know that in his hands, she could let go completely. He ran his thumb gently along her jawline, his touch featherlight, and watched as she sighed, her body relaxing beneath his. Her neck was so fragile, so delicate, and yet she was asking him to take command of it, to exert force.

Slowly, he tightened his grip, just enough to press her skin lightly around his palm. He could feel her pulse quicken, matching the rapid beat of his own heart. Her breath hitched, but there was no fear in her eyes when she opened them to meet his gaze. Only a deep, burning need.

"Tell me if it’s too much," he whispered, his voice thick with the weight of the moment.

She nodded, her lips parting as she exhaled slowly, her body arching slightly beneath him as if to push herself further against the hardness that was pressed against her thigh. The sensation of her soft skin beneath his rough hands, the trust she placed in him, was electrifying.

He would never truly forget the first squeeze of her warmth around his length, even after all the times they'd slept together. It was a feeling he couldn't describe, guiding the fat head of his cock to disappear inside her, sending a jolt of white hot pleasure right up his spine.

The shaky moan that slipped through his lips made her smile, seeing the effect her body had on him would never ever get old. With a soft roll of his hips, near-pulled entirely from her, he pushed inside again, deeper this time, his movements slow and deliberate, savouring the way she enveloped him.

A soft moan escaped her as his fingers tightened just a little more, the pressure firm but controlled. Her reaction was immediate, responding with a mixture of surrender and eagerness, her eyes fluttering closed again as she let herself be lost by the sensation.

“Harder-”

With a firm, almost possessive grip, Billy used his hold on her neck to keep her exactly where he wanted her, maintaining control as he rutted into her. She gasped at the pressure, her body instinctively responding. The way she remained perfectly in place, held steady by his grip, sent a surge of satisfaction through him, her submission fueling his desire. Every movement was precise, guided by the way his hand anchored her, ensuring she stayed in sync with him, exactly as he needed.

His grip on her neck remained strong, but his voice softened, filled with a rough tenderness as he spoke. “That’s it…”

His grip tightened just a fraction more, asserting his control as he thrust into her, each movement rougher and deeper than the last as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies moving together filling the room, but it was the low, soft sounds she made that drove him wild. Her breath came in sharp gasps, each one a mix of pleasure and submission, her moans growing louder as he pushed her further.

Her hands clutched at his arms, nails digging into his skin as she struggled to hold onto something, anything, that could ground her in the overwhelming intensity of it all. But Billy didn’t falter, he pulled her close, controlling every movement, every breath she took.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed, a broken whimper escaping him as she tried to suck in air, the sensation mirrored around his length as her walls fluttered around him.

Her response was a broken moan, her body writhing against his, completely at his mercy. With each thrust, he drove deeper, his pace relentless as he pulled her onto him again and again, using the grip to remind her of who was in control. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she struggled to keep up with the intensity of his pace, her moans mixing with the sound of skin against skin.

Billy could feel the pressure building within her, the way her body tensed as she teetered on the edge of release. He wanted to push her over, to make her fall apart in his hands, but he wasn’t done yet. Not until he had taken everything she had to give.

With a soft, teasing kiss to her lips, he pulled back and she inhaled shakily, his hands sliding down to her hips, guiding her to shift positions. She followed his lead, moving onto her hands and knees, her back arching naturally.

He took a moment to admire the view, the way her body curved so perfectly, skin flushed with anticipation. His gaze travelled lower, lingering on the enticing swell of her buttocks, the way her hips flared out, inviting him to touch, to savour every inch of her. But what caught his attention most were his own hands, now grasping her waist firmly. If this is why she liked his hands so much, he could certainly see why.

“Billy…” she whined, her voice trembling with need as she shifted her hips slightly, pressing back against him in a silent plea.

He chuckled softly, enraptured, his hands still exploring, caressing her in a way that was both gentle and maddeningly slow. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, voice thick with admiration.

With deliberate slowness, he ran his hands over her hips, savouring the feel of her, before letting one hand glide up her spine. When he reached the small of her back, he flattened his palm against it, gently pressing her down just enough to arch her further, giving him a better angle as he positioned himself behind her.

With one hand still on her lower back, he guided himself into her, sliding back in slowly as if slotting into place, relishing every inch as he filled her completely. The new angle made her gasp, the arch of her spine intensifying the sensation, her hands gripping the sheets as he began to move, the pace steady but firm.

Rocking his hips, Billy couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched himself sink into her again and again. He tangled his hand in her hair, gently pressing her face into the pillow, muffling her moans. A haze settled over her, making her head feel light and blissfully fuzzy.

His other hand slid down her back, gripping her hip to pull her even closer, deepening the angle with each thrust. Every sound she made, even muffled by the pillow, sent a jolt of electricity through him, fueling his desire to take her harder, faster.

He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back just enough to hear her voice more clearly. His hips moved faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate.

“Billy,” she gasped, her voice strained as she reached back to clutch at his arm, her body trembling beneath him. The way she said his name, the way she squeezed around him, almost undid him right then and there.

His hand slid from her hip to where they were joined, his fingers finding that sensitive spot that he knew would send her over the edge. He rubbed tight circles, his breath coming in harsh pants as he felt her body tense beneath him.

“Fuck- come for me,” he whispered, his voice low and rough with urgency.

Her breath caught in her throat as she shattered, her release crashing over her like a wave. The way she pulsed around him, the way she cried out his name, sent him hurtling over the edge with her.

With a deep, guttural moan, Billy buried himself inside her one last time, his release surging through him with an intensity that left him shaken. As the aftershocks of their shared release began to fade, he eased his grip on her hair, his touch turning gentle as he smoothed the strands away from her face. “Back on earth?”

She turned her head slightly, her face flushed and glowing with the afterglow, and gave him a soft, blissful smile. “I don’t think I ever want to come back.”

Billy chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck before slowly pulling out, the loss of her warmth making him shiver.

As Billy pulled away, he caught sight of a faint red mark around her neck, right where his hand had been. His heart skipped a beat, a rush of panic surging through him.

“Shit,” he whispered, his voice thick with worry. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to-”

She quickly turned to face him, placing a reassuring hand over his. “Billy, it’s okay. I’m fine, really.”

His eyes searched hers, still filled with uncertainty. “I never wanted to leave a mark… I just-”

“I know,” she interrupted gently, squeezing his hand. “You were perfect, I promise. I liked it.”

Billy let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, fuck me, that’s a relief. I’m really not sure how to explain this one if anyone asks though.”

She grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, I’m sure we could come up with a story,” she teased, her fingers trailing up his chest. “Maybe I’ll just say I was…attacked…or something.”

He snorts in response, “yeah for some reason I doubt they'll believe that,” he leans back, one hand tugging around her waist, “maybe just keep this between us,” he jokes, wrinkling his nose playfully.

“Hm,” she smiles, their noses brushing. “Maybe next time how about we make sure it's a bit less… visible?”

Billy's eyes glimmer with affection, and a small hint of admiration that she is here, right before him, in his bed, and all his.

“Suppose I can manage that.”

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