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shalomniscient · 2 months

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i need kafhime to take turns in fucking me until i can’t think of anything but their cocks/straps pounding into me😞

[nsft utc]

himeko is normally a lot gentler. sweeter. she prefers to take it slow, to dot kisses like constellations on your soft skin as she slowly coaxes you open around her strap. she likes watching you accomodate, the pleased flutter of your lashes as pleasure blooms through your limbs like a rosy dawn. she likes a more languid pace, trading speed for depth, ensuring the tip of her strap kisses the spot right below your cervix with every drive. himeko likes to kiss you as you moan and mewl for her, your legs wrapped around her waist as you clutch onto her broad shoulders. she likes to be gentle with you, to treat you with the reverence you deserve.

himeko usually likes to go slow—until kafka shows up.

the stellaron hunter has an uncanny ability to slither beneath himeko’s skin, especially with how ruthlessly she fucks you. kafka is the antithesis of everything himeko is; kafka likes to go fast and go hard. kafka doesn’t wait for you to get used to the size of her thick strap, setting an unforgiving pace right from the start and delighting in the way you scream for her. kafka doesn’t cradle you in her arms and call you sweet things, she pushes your head down into the mattress with one hand and lifts your hips with the other while she calls you her darling, filthy little whore.

and you like it.

himeko knows you like how she fucks you too—she’s made you squirt just like kafka has, made you brainless on her cock like kafka has, but something about the hunter’s stupid smug smirk as makes you see stars has himeko’s blood boiling. hence why she now has you on all fours on the bed as she fucks into you with harsh thrusts, all while kafka watches on from the side of the bed, amused.

“go harder, ‘meko,” she croons, gloved fingers reaching out to caress your cheek, “she can take it.” you pant and moan against the hunter’s hand, and himeko scowls as she drives in particularly hard on the next thrust, earning a pleased cry from your lips.

“don’t tell me what to do,” she huffs, and kafka laughs, unbothered by himeko’s sharp tone. her eyes settle down on you instead, at the way your arms tremble from the effort of holding yourself up as himeko fills you over and over again. kafka kneels on the bed before you, the deep burgundy of her own strap stark against her milky skin. it’s shiny in the low light, covered in the slick of your previous orgasm that she had wrung out of you with nothing short of a virtuoso’s touch. she tilts your chin up, barely supressing a shiver of pure lust as she notes the nearly fucked-out look in your eyes. she rests the tip of her cock on your cheek, idly shifting her hips to drag the tip from your cheekbone to the corner of your mouth, smearing your face with your own cum like some poor imitation of a caress. you shiver at the act, pussy squeezing around himeko’s strap, and the navigator sucks in a breath as she notes the way more pearls of your gossamer slick drip out of you to coat the base of her strap.

“say, himeko,” kafka asks casually, her thumb swiping over your lips before slipping inside to press on your tongue, “how about a little competition? let’s see who’s really the best at making our pretty girl cum herself stupid.”

you moan around kafka’s finger as you suck on it, and himeko chews the inside of her cheek. she’s half tempted to refuse; she doesn’t need to prove herself to kafka at all, she knows that, but there’s a competitive streak that burns deep within her and it has her agreeing maybe a little too fast. in any case, it’ll be enjoyable regardless, in the end. and if she does in fact ‘win’ this little competition, she gets the added bonus of rubbing it in kafka’s face.

“fine,” she says, almost petulantly, and kafka grins. “but no spirit whisper.”

kafka rolls her eyes and leans back on the bed, fingers winding in your hair to guide your lips to the tip of her cock. “don’t worry little miss navigator, i won’t need it.” her gaze flicks down to you, dark and dangerous as you slowly take her strap into your mouth. “isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

kafka and himeko take turns fucking your cunt and your mouth, until your brain turns to mush in your skull. kafka pulls you up as she fucks you from behind, her fingers playing your stiff clit like she plays her violin. then himeko has you ride her strap, coaxing you up and down its length as she presses her hand flat against the bulge in your tummy. it goes on and ok until at one point, kafka is balls deep inside you while himeko braces your body from behind, her fingers toying with your kiss-swollen nipples when your safeword falls from your lips in between stuttering gasps of air. kafka stills immediately, and himeko’s hands go to your waist, petting you soothingly. despite their competitive streak, they treat you as if you’re made of porcelain now. kafka even whispers a few sweet words into your ear as you lay down in himeko’s arms. it doesn’t take long for you to drift off, tired as you are.

it’s such a shame their competition ended in a tie. but that’s fine; you’ll happily agree to have a do-over later so they can finally crown a winner, won’t you?

#sev.responses #sev.thirsts #[nsft]#hsr x reader #hsr smut #kafka x reader #kafka smut #himeko x reader #himeko smut

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itachiiwrites · 3 days

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❝𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!❞

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Plot: An argument over a remote control surely couldn't turn into hot sex right?

Minors and Ageless blogs DNI.

Content and Warnings : 18+, MDNI, female reader smut, fluff, crack?, make up sex, cockwarming, mating press, creampie, clit play, satoru and reader are not married but he is a bit delulu, satoru is annoying (but so loveable), big dick satoru, passionate satoru. English is not my first language pls be nice

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network 💗

Satoru will never miss an opportunity to be the egotistical prince he is, and he'll take that gaping chance to tease you so pompously, that you wouldn't mind slapping his stupidly handsome face with his stupidly handsome dimpled grin if it weren't for him fucking you so rauchily after a heated argument. He'll make sure to purposely thrust into you painstakingly slow, it was almost like not moving at all. It didn't help that he was still as a lake inside you from the past few hours.

"Impatient enough?" He knew he was easy on the eyes and how hard it made for you to resist and remain with your ego after a fight, especially when he worshipped you even with his mocking words.

"Satoru..fucking move already—" You arch your back, moving yourself on his still cock, desperate and needy, feeling his each vein ridging against your warm, cloy, walls.

"Aw..too much for you? Mh..? Your sweet pussy just clenches harder when I do this.." He cockily speaks, hovering over you, his big strong arms propped onto the mattress, getting a good view of your pussy stuffed full of his lengthy cock and your tits—, his tits spilled out for him.

The rapid flicking of your swollen clit with his index and middle finger makes you reach out your hand to slap his away, the metalic taste of blood hit your taste buds, the bite on your lower lip stopped you to almost push aside your pride and say that you wanted it harder. But you didn't, your body did, feeling the ecstatic pinch of a building orgasm.

He lets out a throaty, enraptured laugh when you raise your hand to slap his away, the desperateness and your duclet sighs not amiss by him. What were you two fighting about again? Satoru would prefer being a dead man if he had to pick between leaving you to sulk after an argument and dying.

He hummed deeply, immediately grasping your wrists to pin them down to the either sides of your head, his sheer strength holding you down. He leaned in, grazing his lips against yours but not quite kissing you, depriving you of that doting intimacy because he wanted you to suffer a bit more. How dare you try to break up with him? Again a hyperbole in Satoru's mind. It was something very measly in reality and you weren't gonna break up with him.

"Just say it baby..just say you want me to fuck you harder..make love to you, tell me how much you love me..come on sweets.."

"Shut up.. you're so annoying.." You spat but your body was a pure antithesis to that statement when you grinded yourself onto his cock.

"Really..? You beg all annoying people to fuck you baby..? I'm jealous" He pushed further, smirking, the mirth in his voice so clear.

"You-"

"Okay fine! I'll do my job! Don't be so difficult.." He tuted, now the one sulking like a child, though pretentiously as if he himself didn't want to give you a mauling fuck. He didn't care if he had to desperately apologise, you were just so cute to him when you were annoyed.

The next words died down in your throat and that acid in your tone was soon cut off and replaced with coarse, sweet moans, your pupils blown wide when he suddenly bucked up and moved his hips to hit is tip to the hilt with an anchoring grip on your waist. The hit was nothing but brute force, while his face was calm but hazed with lust, a sickening, consuming lust for you, his wife. Although you weren't married yet, in his head you already became Mrs. Gojo the moment he first laid with you.

"You know what? No. You shut up, I've had enough of your bullshit...you're not mad at me anymore..yeah..? You got that..?" He cooes to you not concerned about the gaslighting, in complete contrast to the way his cock was ruthlessly splitting your cunt apart, the sticky, stringy webby mess of your arousal and his pearly cum only made it easier for him fuck you like a fleshlight. The fused sounds of your synchronised moans filled the room with the creaking of the bed underneath.

"Oh.. yeah, just like that Toru..yeah..harder..I love you..m' so close.." You cling onto him, his words proving right as you could do nothing but dwindle down into the pleasurable mess he turned you into, you simply couldn't be mad at him for long. "See? Was that so difficult..? thaaat's it, fucking make a mess on your husband's cock..cum." The soft parting of your lips and the vice grip of your cunt made him almost roll his eyes back at your release.

Husband.

Your nails clawed the beefy mass of his arm, eyes in an outerwordly daze that made him fall for you even more if that was possible at all. Fuck. You were so beautiful to him, he'd make you angry and pound you like this like this all over again if it meant he got to see this visual again. He would never get used to it.

"Toru- mh..yeah.."

"Fuuuck..ha..I love you..M'sorry baby.." He slurred completely enamoured by you and heavenly cunt. Satoru felt his dick just twitch inside you when you told him you loved him, a spark buzzed through his head as if your declaration of love was the only salvation he needed, his confident voice now pleading and needy. He grunted, scooping up your legs from the calves to press your thighs to your chest, plunging into you in a mating press.

"I love you, I love you, I love you..fuuck! Fuck..!" He whimpered loudly, shamelessly while spelling out how he loved you, out so hopelessly. His hips gave in few sharp rams, burying himself deep with a single strong thrust, caulking you with his thick seed, his moans deep and guttural.

He didn't even bother pulling out, letting his weight be on top of yours snugly. He kissed you, with all tongue and teeth in languidity. The palpable tension in the room from earlier now replaced with the scent of sex, sweat, the gentle click sounds of lingering kisses. Satoru let out a deep huff, shifting his body next to yours with a plop on the bed before burying his face into your chest again, pressing damp kisses onto the swell of your breasts, exactly onto the spots where he marked you as his with pretty purple abrasions. His slender digits snaked down to spread apart your labia to watch his cum drop out of you. He always loved that debauched slight.

"If you being mad means I get to fuck you like this.. I'm getting you mad everyday.." He chuckled, blowing an air bubble on your skin. Idiot.

"Oh my god. I'm not fighting over the stupid remote again and stop calling yourself my husband—"

"Sorry for acting like that, it will happen again~" Ofcourse he had no remorse.

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getitoutofmymindwrites · 7 months

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Petrichor. | joel miller x f!reader, 4.1k

Summary: You underestimate yourself but Joel doesn't like what's his to be degrated. Unless, he's the one doing it. He makes sure you know your place.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, allusion to suicidal thoughts BUT it's a misunderstanding, low self esteem!reader, established relationship, unspecified age gap (make it you own😏), dom!Joel, sub!reader, dd/lg vibes, pet names(darlin', baby, sweetheart, little girl, good girl), degradation kink, praise kink, size kink, daddy kink, oral m!receiving, masturbation f!receiving, dacryphilia, pussy slapping (quite a few), deepthroating, facial, cum eating, aftercare, as always let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: First of all, thank you for your love on my little drabble Take me, I didn't expect it at all and I'm so glad you liked it, it really means the world! 🙈 Now, for this fella here, I swear to god it was supposed to be a drabble, I even named its draft as such, because I'm so decisive and steady.😂 I don’t know what happened, it started as a pwp but of course I had to go and pepper it with some feelings.🙄 And then @iamasaddie had a smut fic prompt including “Baby, you know, Daddy only hurts you because you look so pretty when you cry.” line and it fitted so damn well, like Joel's cock fits in reader's pussy, so there's that. 🥵🥵

P.S.: I hate summaries, I hate them, I wish someone else would write them for me. Ok, I love you all, let me know what you think!

Song on repeat: The kooks - Sway

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Maybe this is your favorite sound in the world, you think as you hear the rain drops hit the -floor to ceiling- windows of your loft.

Your mind wanders to your childhood memories searching for confirmation. And you think that, yes, this is it. So, it makes perfect sense that your favorite scent is that of the soaked soil after raining. Petrichor. You smile softly to yourself.

He seems to notice that. But then, he always does.

He’s on his side facing you, all 5’11” of his magnificent naked body laying on your bed, his head resting on the pillow. One hand under your neck, as you lay flat on your back, the other reaching for your jawline, turning you to face him instead of the window.

You turn to him, gladly, because this, this is your favorite sight in the world. Him. The soft glow from the lights outside is the only source of illumination and he couldn’t be more beautiful than right now. He makes your heart ache instantly. His calm and safe presence in your life is such a juxtaposition to the shadows of your past, it brings a lump in your throat. You swallow it down.

“Why the smile, baby?” he speaks carefully, like he feels the antithesis of the emotions inside you right now. And there it is, at last. This is the answer you’re looking for. This, this is your favorite sound in the world. His voice.

Your palm lands on the hand petting your cheek. “No reason,” you smile to him, “just feeling content.”

“Are you, though?” he insists after a minute, “feeling content?”

“I-, yeah, of course I do, you know that.”

“Do I?”

“I hope you do. You know what you mean to me, what your presence in my life means to me, right?” your voice is lightly wavering, the lump in your throat lurking still. “And- and I’m so happy with my job and my new place and everyth-”

“Why did you choose this place?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that. From all the places we’ve seen, why this? I saw in your eyes it did something to you.” And if you ever entertained the idea that maybe some things get past him, you do not anymore. You can’t hide from him. And you find that, oddly, liberating.

“Because it’s everything I'm not; I wanted to challenge myself.”

He’s curious now. After all these bits and pieces over these past few months you’re giving him something more. He knows there’s more. “How so?”

“It’s just-”, you roll your eyes in frustration, trying to compare a space to a person, “so open, so bare, no hiding spaces, you know, open floor and everything, I remember when I first walked in it made me feel uneasy, insecure, intimidated. So I rented it.”, you shrug like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Why would you feel all that?”

He raises his head supporting it on his palm as he studies your profile from his side, seeing your struggle, the waterline of your eyes glassing over, the vein on your forehead bulging. There’s so much you want to tell him, confide in him, confess to him, but you don’t know where to begin. How to sum all this shit up.

“I just- I have lived my life without actually living. I just- existed. I compromised, backed down, let myself be led by people who were supposed to be my family and now-” your lips are trembling and you bite your bottom lip to stop it, your throat is closing, you feel this ache, this burning sensation inside of it, like acid through your veins, making you unable to breathe, let alone speak. Your face turns pinkish, the tears threatening to spill now, the sob ready to explode deep from your chest.

“-I just hate myself-” you mouth through an inaudible cry, still deprived of air in your lungs that they feel like they’re gonna collapse.

His legs straddle yours in a moment of panic, his eyes wide, his pupils blown, his body stiff, ready to engage in some kind of fight. He’s leaning above you, his long torso shadows over you, his huge hand cupping the back of your neck and pulls you in a sitting position underneath him. Your hands grab his forearms in confusion. It -he- makes you feel so tiny, which you are compare to him, but even more so, now that his knees are pressing down on the sides of your hips, holding his weight above your lap so he won’t completely crush you, making your body sink deeper into the mattress and suddenly you’re so small, so insignificant, so unnoticed to the rest of the room, of the apartment, of the world. Except from him. His eyes, raging fires, burning yours as they search for meaning, answers, reassurance. His fist is closing and tugging harshly at the hairs on the back of your neck, demanding all of your attention. The tears run freely down your cheeks now on their own volition, years of restrain and pain unleashed in a blink of an eye.

“Tell me I don’t need to fuckin’ worry about you.” he demands in a harsh tone, his expression painted with anger, desperation, agony.

You open your mouth to respond, but you are at loss for words, your thoughts hazy and confused.

“Tell me!” his voice high and urgent, now mirroring his expression, almost breaking.

And you get it now, you really do. The smell of fear, the fear of loss, the loss of existence.

Your eyes widen, your lips trembling again, “No, no!”, you shake your head violently, his grip on your scalp tightening more, in warning. His expression is torn, like the two faces of Janus, his jaw clenched in disbelief, but his eyes pained, begging, pleading for trust.

Your hands fly around his middle, squeezing him, your fingernails nearly tearing his flesh, “I swear Joel, no, that was not what I meant!” you’re desperate now, how could he think that, doesn’t he know what he means to you?

He doesn’t budge, he doesn’t move a muscle, his eyes keep scanning, keep searching. You try to rest your forehead to his stomach now, how massive he is above you and he allows it. His fist unclench from your hair, cupping your neck again tenderly, his mouth kissing the top of your head. Your arms hug him tighter now, pressing your face to his sweaty skin, inhaling his scent, grounding you, your fingers caressing his broad back up and down. “I swear, I swear.” you keep muttering on his skin, your nose deeply pressed against his firm chest now, barely breathing.

He moves both his hands to the sides of your neck, simply holding you and tilting your head up to look at him. He bends forward to touch your lips with his in a soft kiss, just flesh touching flesh. His forehead resting on yours, he sighs deeply, letting all the weight of the world go through his nostrils. “Don’t you ever-”

“I’m sorry Joel, I’m so sorry, that’s not what I meant, I promise.” you apologize, pressing your chin to his skin, looking up at him. But his eyes are still searching, not letting this one go.

“I’m just pissed it took me so long to wake up. I’m scared I fucked my life up. I’m scared I missed my chance. I’m scared-” you shake your head slowly in disappointment as you try to explain and Joel keeps his eyes on you, waiting. He nods, he’s listening, he’s here. He’s got you. “I’m scared I’m so broken; there’s nothing left of me to be loved.” you hide your face back to his chest again.

He holds you tight, whispering at the crown of your head, “There’s so much left my darlin’, so much left. And I’m here to pick each and every piece of you up and mend it back together.” And you know he is. You just don’t know if you’re worth the trouble.

Suddently your senses are so overloaded, you just need something to ground you. Hard. His natural musk mixed with sweat and sex from earlier that night hits your nostrils, his soft now cock practically under your nose, on your lap. And there is another answer for you. This, this is your favorite scent in the world. His scent.

You inhale deeply, your forehead pressing on his skin, feeling the sparse hair of his chest and the steady beating of his heart. “I need you Joel.”

He tugs your hair gently to raise your head and looks at you. Really looks at you.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”, he moves his hands cupping your cheeks softly.

“I need you to punish me.” you plead with your eyes closed, embarrassment creeping in.

His breath is hitching in his throat, his eyes darken immediately, “Yeah?”

“Yeah..”

“Use your manners then and ask for it, properly.”

“Please sir, I need you to take control, put me in my place.” you feel your skin shiver, your core warming up again.

He just stares at you, making your heart flutter.

You can feel him hardening, his heavy cock brushing against your stomach. You go to palm him, stroke him to his full potential but he grabs your hand and swats it away.

“You're asking for two different things sweetheart and that tells me you're in a delicate headspace. So, I am taking control from you and I am not going to punish you.” he settles.

“But I wa-”

He raises his brows “Are you sure you want to finish that sentence, little girl?” and that effectively shuts you up and turns you on. He doesn’t speak again, he doesn’t say anything else, he just puts his hand on your throat, resting it there for a second, observing you and then he’s guiding you down on your back.

He straddles you higher, on your chest, now hard in all his glory. He’s a sight to behold. Naturally imposing, no pretenses, it’s just who he is. From his gaze to the sound of his voice and from the broadness of his shoulders to the thickness of his thighs, he’s all man.

You must look awestruck because he smirks softly. You open your mouth to -actually you don’t know what you want to ask, he just caught you off guard, but he beats you to it, explaining the situation clearly.

“When you disrespect yourself, you disrespect me and I will not have that. I will not, under any circumstances tolerate that kind of behavior. Do you understand that?”

You just lay there, mouth agape, eyes confused.

He slaps your cheek not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to sting a bit, to snap you out of your trance.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. So..” he brushes his thumb over your lips, pushing it in slowly, pressing down your tongue, “I’m gonna fuck some manners into that mouth, baby.” Oh, shit. “From now on, when you’re chocking on your tears, it’s gonna be because of me ramming my cock down your throat like it deserves.”

Your breath hitches at his vulgarity, your pupils are blown wide and your slick is running down your ass cheeks now. You suck around his thumb, your thighs pressing together in need of some friction.

“You like that, you little whore?”, he removes his thumb allowing you to respond.

You don't know where you find the nerve but, “I thought you said no disrespect.” you blurt out, you can’t help it, you want to rile him up.

“Oh, she speaks now!”, he raises his eyebrows in amusement. Or in a challenge, you’re not totally sure if you want to find out.

He breaths a laugh, shaking his head in a mockingly condencending way, “I don’t think you understand your place here little girl, so let me break it to you.”

His eyes are glazed over, some sort of wickedness mirroring in them. “Only I get to call you names. No one else. No one. Do you know why that is?” He leans in and looks above your head, a sign that he’s expecting an answer.

“Nnn- no.”

“Manners.”, he shakes your head, your jaw grabbed between his fingers.

“No, sir.”

He’s nodding his head slowly. “That’s because only daddy knows what you need.” You know there's more coming, so you stay silent.

“So, when I say you’re a whore, what do you say?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And when I say you’re my good girl, what do you say?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And when I say you’re gonna take whatever the fuck I give you, what do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Damn right.”, his cock twitches in front of you.

“Please, daddy.” You start whining and squirming underneath him, all needy and wet.

Yes, this is right. He is right. This is how you need it. This is how it should be. If your throat’s gonna hurt and burn and swell it’s gonna be from the invasion of Joel’s cock and not from the insecurities caused from your past.

“Please..” you keep whining.

“Manners, ‘mnot gonna ask again.”, he demands sternly. “And quit your whining, it won't get you anywhere good; got it?”

“Please, sir, let me touch you, pretty please.” you try with a steadier voice.

“Now, now, that’s a good girl right there, hm?” that seems to satisfy him. “Ok, baby, go on.”

Your trembling hands roam slowly all over his chest, then his stomach and the swell of his belly, moving all the way down to his thighs and finally up to the v of where they meet with his pelvis, massaging, caressing and squeezing him softly, circling your fingers around the base of his thick cock.

You're threading them through his pubic hair, your thumbs caressing lightly under him, on his scrotum. He inhales sharply, shivers raising the hairs on his forearms. You press his waist down on you more, resting his weight on you, his warm balls touching your sternum, his hands flat on his thighs.

Joel's eyes are trained on your face, studying you, recognizing the same want, the same desire and thirst that he feels, as you worship him. You raise your head trapping his cockhead under your chin, giving hot, open mouthed kisses to his base and his veiny shaft like you would make out with his mouth. You let him slide to the side of your face, his precum painting your cheek as you bring his cock above you, kissing and licking his underside, lightly sucking his protruding vein.

His eyes darken, enough of your teasin’. He fists his cock, stroking it slowly once, twice, his thumb pressing it down to guide it into your salivating mouth. He swipes his tip across your lips, smearing his precum all over them.

“What do you do if you want me to stop?”, he checks with you.

“Joel..” you drag the vowels of his name on your tongue.

“Show. Me.”, he demands, so you move your hand to his thigh and you tap three times.

“Good. Now, open.”

You just want to consume him, suck his soul out of his perfect slit. So, you obey, sticking your tongue out. He taps his wide head on your wet muscle one, two, three times and then he invades you, moving his hips forward.

There’s something so undeniably erotic about the movement of his pelvis, like a statement, I choose to give and you accept to take, a balancing of the dynamic between you; you could watch him thrust into you forever.

You take him in as far as you can manage without chocking. The feel of every vein and ridge filling your mouth, dragging on your tongue, is driving you crazy.

You hollow your cheeks and start bobbing your head back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts, while your tongue swirls over his delicious pink head, so soft and velvet, your cunt clenches at the memory of it stretching your tight cunt.

You exhale loudly through your nose, and you’re in a frenzy now, you can’t keep a pace or build him slowly up as you’d normally do. You need him now, all of him, as fast and hard as you can, or you’re gonna die, you think. Your eyes roll back and you’re moaning so loud, Joel feels the vibrations from tip to base.

“F-fuck”, he’s taken aback from your fervor, his jaw slack and his brows pinched together from the intensity of your pace.

“Mnot gonnghhhh-”, he groans deeply, every thought of dominance long gone when you’re giving him head like this. Normally, he’d punish you for attempting to take more than he offers, but your neediness is overwhelming. His breathing is faster, louder, in an effort to level himself. His hands fly to your head, like he would hold to your hips if he was fucking you from behind. He’s taking control now for both of your sake.

His fists tighten on your head, keeping you steady and compliant, his little rug-doll, like you’d go anywhere anyway. He’s all the way in now, your nose brushing his pubic hair, his scent driving you wild. He’s fucking himself into your tight throat harder and harder, the noises from your choking on his massive length and the drooling around your mouth might embarrassed you in another life, but not in this one, not now, not with him.

You take everything because he’s everything. Nothing else exists beyond him. He blinks; you see, he moves; you shift, he laughs; you bloom, he breathes; you live.

You don’t even think of your pleasure until he palms your cunt with one hand and your juices cover his fingers. He slows his pace, thrusting into your mouth almost sensually.

“Sucking daddy’s cock made you this wet, sweetheart?”

He starts to rub your swollen clit up and down, knowing how much more intense the sensation is for you this way. You’re already so close, you can feel your lower belly tense with a familiar warmth. You moan around his cock while you begin to grind your hips against his deftly fingers. You should know better.

He slaps your pussy, the wet sound of his palm on your soaked folds making you feral. “Mmmmm” you groan, arching your back unsuccessfully under that mountain of a man above you, rolling your eyes back, your hips never stoping their movement. You're so far gone, it should be embarrassing.

He slaps you again, harder this time and then a third time in quick succession. The impact with your clit sends waves of arousal all over your body, your cunt gushing your slick all over the sheets now.

Your body tenses, your hands squeeze his ass so hard, little moon-shaped indentations mark his skin and your legs are trembling. Tears start running from your eyes to your temples from the intensity of the act.

“You’re a wild little thing, aren't you?”, still slow-fucking your face, his middle and ring finger tapping quickly on your swollen bundle of nerves. “Playing coy and innocent until my cock’s in your mouth, only to come on my palm, hm?” And then he slaps your mound again.

“Mmmmm” you moan desperately, your face contorted in pleasure, tears pooling in your ears, your whole body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You feel him twitching in your mouth while you swallow around him. He’s hard and hot inside you and that makes you drool even more as you suck him off with everything you got. Your neck hurts, your jaw hurts, your lips are stretched to their limit, but you’re not stopping for a second.

You start to whimper and his hand leaves your hair to thumb your tears, bringing it to his mouth. You watch him trapping his digit between his plush lips and sucking on it, tasting your saltiness and everything feels so intimate, sobs start shaking your chest, making it almost impossible to breathe.

You try to push him away to breathe but Joel keeps fucking your mouth. “You know what to do if you want me to stop.”

You keep struggling to breathe but you are not going to tap his thigh.

Joel doesn’t stop, either. “You either tap, or you fuckin’ take it.”, he warns, but you shake your head in denial. “Then I guess you can take it, little girl.”, he concludes while he watches you still struggling and sobbing.

“Baby, you know, Daddy only hurts you because you look so pretty when you cry.” he says softly and you squeeze your eyes shut in an effort to calm yourself, more tears spilling out, nodding at the best of your ability.

“That’s how you gonna come for me”. You didn’t expect that.

You’re not sure you can do it and your body stiffens. It hurts good, what he's doing, leaving you panting and wanting, but you fear it's not enough to make you come. He can read that on you and he feels your hesitation.

He moves his thumb to your cheekbone, caressing it gently. Then he moves it lower, to the corner of your outstretched mouth, feeling himself sliding in and out of you. “Fuck, baby, you take me so good. You’re doin’ so good for me,” he’s panting and you know he’s holding himself back, “your mouth was made for daddy’s cock. Just let go baby, don't fight it, ok? I got you, you’re gonna be ok.”

He starts fucking your mouth roughly now, his heavy balls slapping on your wet chin, the sounds echoing in the room nearly pornographic. His hand resumes rubbing your clit in tight circles now, building you up, then tapping it a few times to bring you close and then slapping it once to bring you back from the edge, before he starts all over again.

Circling. Tapping. Slapping.

The bastard is fucking edging you.

He did exactly what you asked of him. He took control, left no room for thoughts, for decisions, for questioning. You just lay there and you take it.

“Daddy needs you to come, right fuckin’ now darlin’; be my good girl and give me what’s mine.” he commands and you obey, because there is no other way.

Your orgasm is explosive, your cunt spasming violently, your eyes rolling into your head, Joel’s pulling back his cock from your open mouth to let you breathe properly but you’re holding your breath in. “Theeere she is, there she fuckin' is..”he smirks in satisfaction, his fingers keep circling your overstimulated clit to prolong your high while he jerks himself fast above your lips.

You exhale loudly when you remember you need to breathe, the air is coming out of your lungs forcefully, hitting Joel’s tip and he comes instantly, thick ropes of milky cum painting your cheeks, nose and lips, running down to your jaw and neck. There’s so much of it, its warmth on your sweaty skin making your pussy keep clenching.

All because of that gorgeous man above you. Because it’s a part of him and he’s gifting it to you.

Joel brings his hand from between your legs to the side of your head, steadying himself, leaning above you, his head resting low between his shoulders, his breathing erratic and loud. His eyes are closed shut, his face wrecked, his muscles still convulsing from his intense orgasm.

Please, open them, let me look at you and he does open them, making you realize you said it out loud. His gaze is one of adoration and something else you don’t dare acknowledge. The edges of his mouth are curled up in a soft smirk.

His fingers caress your face, gathering his seed from your skin and feeding it to your starved mouth. You suck around his thick fingers, your tongue swiping everything clean. He places a soft kiss on your lips tasting himself on you, before he stands to fetch a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up.

You close your eyes and just lay there, still, utterly content and satisfied, lighter than ever. In peace. You feel the mattress dip under his weight again and him gently cleaning your face and neck, then between your legs, discarding the cloth on the hardwood floor when he’s done and laying on top of you, peppering soft kisses all over your face.

“Good?” he whispers against your lips.

“Yes, thank you daddy”. You bring your hands on the sides of his head, kissing the space between his earlobe and jaw, then his jawline, his bottom lip, the edge of his mouth, the apple of his cheek as he smiles, the tip of his nose.

It’s how you know to say thank you, I care about you, too; I love you.

For now.

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anonimusunnoaniswriting · 5 months

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𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑

(𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

⚠️MDNI. 18+ ADULTS ONLY⚠️

🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Rating: Mature

Category: F/M

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Relationship: Sebastian Michaelis/CielsCousin!Reader

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis; Reader

Summary: smut smut some more smut just smut scenes. all the smut.

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut; Sex; Vaginal Sex; Eventual Smut; Neck Kissing; Kissing; Gentle Kissing; Surprise Kissing; Making Out; Implied Sexual Content; Phantomhive manor; Reader-Insert; Victorian

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3: 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗; 𝕬𝖙 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

“Sebastian!” you moan and he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His long digits feel their way inside you, rubbing against your squelching, gummy walls. You can’t help but gasp, feeling them curl inside you.

His mouth is against the skin on the nape of your neck and you feel him smirk. His hand plays with your breast, pulling and teasing your already hard nipple. You’ve never even heard of these things being done to a woman. Lewd, degrading, but at the same time, it feels so good!

When you had heard the older ladies gossip about these night-time, bedroom, activities, they always spoke of how it was such a chore, and how men would just do what they had to, leaving them feeling unsatisfied to the point of irritation. Sebastian was the antithesis of these stories. He gave pleasure instead of only seeking it himself. Constantly making sure he helped you feel good.

“If demons are like this, then perhaps being tempted is not truly such a bad thing as the church states…” you thought to yourself, feeling yourself melt under his fingertips.

He releases his clamp on your skin with a loud ‘pop’, and he looks at you and smiles. “You’re being so patient and good for me, my lady.” There's a flash of white fangs and his voice is low in your ear, punctuated by the repeated wet sounds from your pussy.

A shiver runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the fact that he is still playing with you down below. “Keep being so good for me, darling, and you will be rewarded,” he says and plants a kiss on your forehead. You nod. He lowers his head and pulls one of your nipples into his mouth. Your skin is like burning ice, and the heat of his devilish mouth burns like the flames of hell. Your body writhes. You move to his rhythm, following his unspoken orders. A pressure builds up, starting low in your abdomen and Sebastian hears his name whispered in near reverence as you clutch at the bed sheets. You can feel yourself reaching the precipice of this pleasure. The dam is about to break; the water will spill in a matter of moments; and suddenly Sebastian is gone. His fingers aren’t in you anymore.

You cry out in surprise and dismay. The lack of Sebastian’s touch makes you feel so empty. He chuckles. His lips come down on yours again. “Now now, I can’t let you finish up so early can I?” he tells you gently brushing his lips against yours.

He unbuttons his trousers and removes them with his underclothes and the rest of his clothes. His cock stands already hard and dripping precum. Leaning over you he kisses you between your breasts, then your stomach, your navel travelling all the way down to your clit. He peppers kisses all over you while his cock hovers just outside your entrance, lightly brushing against it. You shiver in anticipation and stroke his hair.

“Sebastian,” you whine, “Please!” He chuckles again, darker this time. You close your eyes as you feel him enter you. You’ve had him before but only once. His size is still novel, you feel the painful stretch. Your hands find refuge in his hair as he continues to push in.

Though he is gentle, you can't help but feel a few tears escape. Sebastian dips and licks them off your skin, savouring the salt. You are divine. Exquisite. He pins you down by the waist, effectively making sure he is the one to control the speed and force of his introduction. Your fingers are entangled in his hair; he growls when you pull at it, and bites down your collarbone. There is sure to be a mark there tomorrow morning but you don’t think about that, because Sebastian has now entered you to the hilt.

He stills, allowing you to adjust to his girth, “Is this okay?” You nod, raising your hips to encourage movement from his side. Understanding you, Sebastian now lowers his head down to kiss you softly before starting to move. There is a slight pain but a quick-blooming feeling of pleasure. Whatever he had built with his fingers had not disappeared completely, waking up again with a few thrusts. He moves his lips to your neck and you arch your back, feeling sharp teeth against your skin. He picks up the pace. Sebastian never fails to pay attention to details. His hands are all over you. Touching you, feeling you – as if he can’t get enough. He leaves a trail of fast-cooling wet kisses over your body.

“Is this good for you?” he groans in your ear.

“Yes! More, please!” You moan out breathily. You have been waiting for this for so long.

His thrusts get harder, cock bullying your cunt. You cannot fathom what makes this man so attractive. He has you under his spell, as if knowing you for the longest time. A scholar, studying you intimately. With every touch, your body responds to him. Back arching, head thrown back. And then there was that knot inside you. The pressure that just keeps building each second.

You drag your nails down his back, hearing him growl darkly against your jaw where he had been marking you with little bites; his tongue licking away at your pliant skin. He kisses down to your earlobe, taking the soft skin into his mouth, sucking on it. You feel yourslef getting close; your climax is imminent. You cry out the demon's name, desperation clinging to each syllable. In response, he rides into you faster, his cock hits your inside walls hard. You let out a scream and immediately his hand is on your mouth silencing you.

“My lady,” he says softly, “As much as I want to hear you sing for me, this is not an opportune time for it. Someone might hear....” He chuckles as if it is a funny joke, but you cannot spare the time to think about that. Every move overwhelms you. And here you are at the edge, and the man above doesn’t seem any different from his usual calm, put-together self.

“Sebastian…” you let out an animalistic groan, raking your fingernails down his back. You feel him shudder and then without warning he puts his hand down to where he had entered you. You felt him touch something, and then – an explosion of fireworks. Everything is a blur. Your eyes shut and you see the strange wriggly worms swimming across the darkness behind your lids. Your hips reach out to his body of their own will; you ride out your orgasm on his cock, bucking and keening. You have to have died. No, it can’t be real. What you feel is nothing like you have ever known.

As you come down from your high, Sebastian withdraws from inside you gently. “Wait, Sebastian. You haven’t reached your climax yet!” you protest. You may have been new to the art, but you had overheard things– enough to know this.

“I don’t wish to wear you out my lady.” Sebastian says, wiping the sweat from your brow. You look at the man. His hair is a mess suffering – in your vice like grip. His back is marked with the thin red lines your nails had bestown. But otherwise he looks impeccable. And there you were, ruffles and bundles. A sheen of sweat on your body and a sticky wetness between your legs.

You shake your head, “Please Sebastian. Tell me what to do, teach me how to make you feel as good as you have made me feel. I want you to reach the finish as well…”

Sebastian smiles. Getting off the bed he says, “All in good time my lady. But for tonight, you have had enough. I do not wish to overwhelm you, and end up hurting you. I will take care of it myself.” He reassures, flashing you his signature smile.

It surprises you how bold you have gotten around him but you pat the down beside you, earning you a puzzled look from the man. “I insist, my lady, I ca—”

“Yes, you can. However, I’d like to watch while you do… Please, if you don’t mind. And I would very much like it, if you held me for the night after you did.”

“Very well, my lady.” Sebastian says, his smile widening. He lies down beside you, positioning himself so you can watch, and runs his hand over himself. You stared, transfixed on the elegant movements; questioning how an act that is considered so vile by the people of society could be made to look so beautiful in reality. The long fingers and the contrasting dark nails on his length are mesmerising, and your jaw drops as you stare.

You move towards Sebastian, and getting on your knees you put in your own hand, not fully realising what you are doing till you hear Sebastian’s voice saying, “My lady?” You shake your head and mimic his movements, stroking the warm shaft. His breathing turns short and quick much like yours had been just a little while before. “Faster, please” you hear Sebastian say, and you comply. “More, squeeze it, gently.”

Your small hands follow his every order. You can feel him getting harder than ever as he gets closer to his own climax. He stutters and white sticky liquid squirts out from his cock spilling over your fingers. You stop, staring at it wide-eyed.

“Would you like to taste it, my lady? I’d like you to.” You looked at Sebastian. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and glowing red in the darkness. You face him, a stray strip of moonlight slicing across your naked body, the only source of illumination in the room. You stick out your tongue and run it over the liquid on your hand. To say it tasted good would have been a lie, but something about the act was so erotic that you couldn’t stop.

A shudder under you and you know Sebastian liked it too, so you continue; putting a finger into your mouth and sucking, licking. Sebastian grabs your hair, and pulls you down onto him kissing you. “You are so beautiful.” He says, sucking on your bottom lip. “So absolutely gorgeous, I can’t believe it!”

Suddenly fatigue is hits you and you slump into his embrace. You can feel yourself winding down. Sebastian lays you on the cool sheets, he moves to get up. “Sebastian, don’t go…” you plead softly.

“I’m right here, I’m just getting a washcloth to clean us up.” He replies. He’s back before you know it and a warm cloth presses against your legs. You spread them for him and he wipes you down, cleaning himself off as well. He lays down beside you and you feel your thick blanket cover you. Sleep slowly pulls you under

“Sebastian?” you murmur.

“Mhmmm? What is it, my lady?”

“What time is it now?”

“Midnight.”

A/N: We aren't done. There's more to come darlings.

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eatmangoesnekkid · 4 months

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It is a kind of psychosis to believe that you have to watch images of violence to understand or know that violence is happening. You do not need to watch everything this world puts out there. You do not have to watch the video of Cassie and Diddy. You do not have to watch videos of the insane, barbaric behavior happening around the world. In one's unconscious twisted desire "to want to see,” “to want to know," or “to want to have talking points to gossip about,” they unknowingly jack up their nervous system and create tension-holding patterns in their own body that mimic violence and create physical problems in the long run. It is okay to stay informed and read about what’s happening in this world, our world, but you do not win a trophy because you watched. You only hurt your own energy. The female body's primary direction of energy is deep reception. Everything we watch makes an imprint inside. All that tension and adrenaline absorbed by your tissues is a dopamine hit that makes you feel more alive but it also makes your pussy hard, breasts/heart hard, periods painful, and gives your body a false sense of satisfaction. To stay plump, to keep your arteries and veins plump and circulating and flowing, you must mind what goes inside your body. Clear your aura of the foolishness. Sing a song. Do some twirls. Shake your ass. Do anything but watch and bring the antithesis of love inside. And if you do happen to watch, don't judge yourself. Go sit on the grass with your feet and cleanse your aura. Let mother hold and recalibrate you. Stay plump and flowing out here, ya'll! The opposite is what creates the common issues plaguing the female body. Never forget that what you do today influences the wellness of your body tomorrow and future attractions. -India Ame'ye, Author

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carlyraejepsans · 8 months

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my god the papyrus introvert/extrovert analysis was so pussy popping for me. can I ask how you analyze characters because at this point you have to leave some prowess for the rest of us. love your stuff.

rule number one never state anything as fact unless you can back it up with minimum one direct reference to canon, preferably more. Unfortunately you just have to be really autistic for this step (tip: the undertale dialogue dump and the UT text project are your best friends)

rule number two, be your own most insidious critic. look over what you put together and think "if i were a contrarian little shit who wanted to disagree with everything i said, what would be my arguments, what sources would i cite, what ground would i stand on" and either pick their thesis to shreds, or alter your original take accordingly if you do notice a gap in your logic.

rule number three, always, always ask yourself "why would toby have made this decision". characters and stories don't appear out of the ether, they are information offered to you by the author with (sometimes very clear, sometimes not so much) intent behind it. if the text presents you with something, ask yourself: should i take this at face value? is this an objective representation of reality within the work? is this tainted by one of the characters' personal views? are they right? are they wrong? are they lying? are they misinformed? repeat the first two thesis/antithesis/synthesis steps for this stuff as well and you'll slowly build up your analysis muscles

#answered asks #undertale #also confront yourself with other people's analysis and see how you would approach it #do you agree do you disagree why. is your reaction based on evidence or purely gut instinct. is your gut instinct accurate #etc etc

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fangirltothefullest · 9 months

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Okay but now what if how you designed Remus but in as many words as you want, because I'm loving these design breakdowns

HELL YEAH!

Remus to me is full of chaos but he is also the antithesis of Roman with similar qualities but a total lack of self consciousness or bashfulness. He is freedom and he gives no shits.

Inspiration 1: Mad Madam Mim

I start with a disney character full of chaos and I am inspired by mad Madam Mim because she is wild and chaotic and i absolutely love how fun she is as a villain and the most important thing for me is that Remus is fun. He's bonkers and has terrible ideas but he's also harmless in terms of reality. He's like an annoying little brother that wants to show you the Weird Gunk he found in the trash.

Inspiration 2: Snidley Whiplash (or Dick Dastardly)

Remus to me is a guy who knows a lot of things and he's actually really clever but he wants to BE a villain like Snidley Whiplash or Dick Dastardly, including the moustache. He wants to tie people to train tracks because it's fun. His personality is "I found the dynamite and the roller skates! :D"

Inspiration 3: Wile E Coyote and looney tunes as a concept

If Remus is anything it's a creature that can be stabbed in the eye and come back fine. It's a person who can make acme-like contraptions that do not work and that's ok. He is, if nothing else, Wile E Coyote and he is having the time of his life. He should therefore have hair that is a littler wild and crazy and untamable like Wile E's tail.

Inspiration 3: Royal villains

We will look at Galavant and also OUaT again!

There's nothing quite as detailed in costume as evil royal villains. They always seem to be the most extravagant or at least have all the buckles and things and Remus has an outfit just the same. Like Roman I want his royalty to show with his clothes but unlike Roman I want Remus to look way less put together. More a culmination of his clothes he chooses to wear but only because he HAS to wear something so he's going to show skin.

Particularly though the one I associate with Remus is Captain Hook from Once Upon a Time.

Inspiration 4: Captain Hook / Pirate aesthetics

Roguish, half-opened shirt, details, dressed fancy, swashbuckling. Remus would make a great pirate because he has the swagger and charm of a drunken man sailing a boat with a pet giant octopus he calls Lil Pussy.

Speaking of octopus...

Inspiration 5: Kraken and hentai

He has an octopus on his belt and he deserves tentacles for a pirate feel but also for fuckin. Cause he's a raunchy bastard. Anything taboo is something he wants to think about.

Inspiration 6: Punk aesthetic

What easier way top buck against the norms than to embrace punk vibes? Jewelry, upside-down crosses, I don't like going overboard with it but I like giving him some. Fingerless gloves, chokers with spikes, those kinds of things work well for his "I am everything your religious grandmother hates, embrace it". His outfits that aren't standard could look like he made them himself or found them in the garbage and went "awesome!"

Inspiration 7: Weapon Master

Remus likes to hit things with his mace and while Roman has his sword, I imagine Remus is an expert at weapons or at least likes to use them so even if I am going to dress him up nice I want a weapon nearby somewhere.

Things that are a must:

So many details, Remus will not leave your eyeballs alone. If you think Roman has details nope, Remus wants your eyes to bleed with them.

Remus should have longer hair than Roman, wilder bangs and wilder curls. Shorter hair is fine but a ponytail is even more fun. Like the tie holding it'll break at any moment.

Weapons galore, arm this baby at every opportunity. Likewise, scars are acceptable but it's ok if they disappear at random because chaos loves chaos.

If Remus has his main garb off he should be showing skin to the best of his abilities and his collar should drape down wider than normal because let that man be a slut.

Tentacles should be numerous when shown and they should have a mind of their own doing whatever they want.

If Roman wouldn't wear it, Remus would. If Roman wouldn't think it, Remus would, and if Roman would be disgusted, Remus would love it.

Remus should have annoying little brother vibes.

Any non-standard outfits should look like he cobbled them together with duct tape and chewing gum.

So I came to this:

#tashiarts #sanders sides #inspiration for remus

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sanjoongie · 10 months

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Arch Nemesis

For @cultofdionysusnet Mocha Madness event

🧠Pairing: Choi San x Reader (f) x ???

🧠Au: hero/villain au

🧠Trope: e2l (enemies to lovers), f2l (friends to lovers), established relationship

🧠Rating: 18+, MDNI, smut, angst

🧠Warnings: mind reading, emotion manipulation (they're superheroes, they have powers), cheating

🧠Kinks: mutual masturbation, sexual fantasies made reality, pussy slapping, deep throating, choking, penetrative sex with no barrier, oral (m), spit kink, deep throating

🧠Word count: 3,730

🧠Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland for beta-ing, my unholy trinity partners in crime 🥰 and to @starlitmark for bouncing ideas with me and helping this plot flourish!

🧠Summary: you're a hero, one who has struggled to remain good, but what happens when you're most guilty fantasy with your arch nemesis of all people, comes to light?

“Gotta go, duty calls,” You said as you leaned over in your bed and kissed San’s cheek.

“No,” San murmured, pulling you in tightly against his body, “Stay. They can send someone else.”

You gently extracted yourself from San’s grasp. “Nice try but I can’t be your pillow all night. Get some sleep, Baby.” San mumbled into his pillow as you left your shared bed with a fond smile on your face.

You and San had been friends since college; you'd both been training then to be supe's. The two of you had been brought together because of your powers. San had the ability to read minds and telekinesis, which was the makings of a villain. And you could shoot a heart with your finger and temporarily gain control of whoever you shot. Basically, your target would be in love with you and do anything for you. Which was also seen as the potential to be a villain. The two of you had banded together as outcasts and had been friends ever since.

Considering the reason you had become friends, you had made a pact with San: to never speak on your missions, because you didn't want your professional life to ruin your friendship. You didn't know what San’s alter ego was and he didn't know yours.

It had been only recently that your friendship had bloomed into a relationship. You were happy for it. San was the perfect soft and caring boyfriend. If only you didn't have a dirty secret that involved your arch nemesis.

Your comms told you your mission was at the old Treasure Hotel. Loudmouth was up to his old shenanigans. Apparently he had used his screaming powers and made everyone vacate the hotel so he could rob the safe. Except once you got there, running through the hotel, attempting to locate Loudmouth, you found no one. It wasn’t until you burst through the door to the rooftop that you discovered him--and his long-time ally, Killjoy.

“And I’m gone,” Loudmouth announced, jumping from the top of the roof, screeching when he presumably reached the ground to halt his ascent.

You narrowed your eyes down at Killjoy. The villain was your arch nemesis, the antithesis of your life. If there was a problem in your life, he was usually the center of it all. Of course you had to pull yourself out of bed from your boyfriend to confront the one man you didn’t want to see this evening.

“What’s this about, Killjoy?” You demanded. You summoned your power, folding one of your hands into the shape of a gun and using the other to support your wrist.

The masked villain smirked, folding his arms over his well-developed chest. “You can drop the act. I know.”

You continued to hold your stance. “If you know that I’ve plans for the mayor’s inaugural, that’s pretty smart of you. I didn’t think you had it in you,” you quipped.

Killjoy smirked. “I don’t need to be smart to know that you think of me when you stuff your pretty fingers inside of you.”

You dropped your stance immediately. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No?” Killjoy cocked his head. “You don’t think about me tucking my legs around yours to hold them in place as I ease in three fingers and you tell me you couldn't possibly take that much but your pussy takes them easily. You don’t think about me whispering how it’s so dirty that a hero could be taking my fingers so well. You don’t think about me slapping your pussy and pinching your clit and--”

“ENOUGH!” You shouted. Shame was covering you from head to toe right now. That was your exact fantasy, down to how many fingers you wanted him to shove into you. How could he suddenly read your mind when he’s barely skimmed the surface before?

Killjoy hopped onto one of the fans on the top of the building and leaned forward on his legs. His crooked smile pulled to the side, revealing a dimple. “Why just think about it when we could make it a reality?”

“Abso-fucking-luytely not!” You said in horror.

A hero? Getting finger banged by her arch nemesis? Never!

“How about this,” Killjoy suggested in a smug tone, “You show me what you do when you fantasize about me…” He took a moment to spit in his palm, “And I’ll show you what I do when I think of you.”

Your jaw just about hit the floor. “Excuse me?!”

Killjoy raised an eyebrow. “Don’t think it’s possible that I think about holding you down on my dick, shutting up that smart mouth of yours, always calling me a failure of a villain?” You clenched your legs together but Killjoy didn’t miss anything. “Come on, what’s a little mutual masturbation between old time enemies, huh?”

Your body worked on its own accord, your fingertips moving to the teensy-tiny skirt of your uniform. Killjoy’s eyes are glued to the pathway your fingers follow until you’ve raised the skirt and he can see your still clothed core but…

Killjoy’s tongue came out to wet his lips. “Is that a wet spot, Loveshot?”

You pushed your lips together and nodded. “Yeah,” You let out a shaky breath.

“Show me,” Killjoy insisted, leaning forward even further, eyes glued to your crotch.

You leaned back against the rough stone of the old building, fingers hovering over your outer lips. “I--you tease me a lot,” You admitted.

“Mhmm,” Killjoy prompted you.

“Sometimes you--” You gasped when you palmed your breast and found the nipple tight already. “--you pull and pinch my nipples and call me a superslut.”

You watched with bated breath as Killjoy peeled back the lower half of his suit and you sighed dreamily as his girthy dick was revealed. You knew there was a reason you used three fingers for him in your fantasies. “Now my turn. You usually say something about how my suit makes my dick look tiny, so when you protest, I rub my dick against your face and lips, but once my dick is seated in your hot mouth, you crumble and take it all for me.” Killjoy’s hips twitched upwards as his spit-covered hand moved up and down his dick.

"Sometimes I get so wet from pretending my fingers are yours that I--" You bit down on your lip to muffle a moan.

"Who's gonna hear you way up here Loveshot?" Killjoy smirked once again, "Let me hear all your desperate noises for me."

Shame still burns in the pit of your stomach. You shouldn't do this. You had San but everything was still new with him. This dirty little fantasy you've had of Killjoy had been around before you two had evolved from friends to lovers. You needed this.

You unceremoniously slapped your cunt and your head lolled back with how delicious it felt. "You tell me that I can take anything you give me, just like you know you can throw me into any situation as a hero and I can save the day."

Killjoy let out a low moan and scrunched his nose upwards. "I imagine your muffled noises as I push your face into my pelvis, making you take all of my dick. You choke and you cry and you say that you love every moment of it."

You're so worked up at this point that you could actually cum. "I'm--" You choked on the words when you watched Killjoy shamelessly spurt all over his hand.

He opened his eyes, heavy lidded with satisfaction and gave you a slow smile. "Come for me, my nemesis."

“Killjoy!” You come undone for him, pussy convulsing around your fingers and you ride them, closing your eyes for just a moment and picturing Killjoy’s smirk above you.

"Don't do that," Killjoy groaned.

You had forgotten he was still in your head. You ripped your fingers from your cunt and wiped them against your thighs to clean them. You turned to leave but Killjoy couldn't help but get a final verbal shot in.

"Where are you going, Loveshot? You're still thinking about me. You'll think about me later, won't you?"

You threw up a middle finger as a parting gift and shifted the color of your hair and your nose. By the time you made your way to the bottom of the skyscraper, you were completely indistinguishable from Loveshot. But you were still the same person. You had just gray-area cheated on San with your arch nemesis.

Your comms buzzed and you saw you received a text you simply could not ignore:

Sannie🥺: wanna meet up? I’ll order your regular at Blue Bird.

You: just finished up, see you there

Guilt wracked through your body. If you said no San would know something was up. But could you truly sip on a sugary sweet beverage, which your best-friend-turned-boyfriend had memorized as your order, as if nothing had happened?

You stumbled into the coffee shop that you and San frequented, only a few blocks away from your shared apartment. You weren’t used to fighting crime, then having a mind blowing orgasm afterwards. Your super power wasn’t stamina, that was for sure. Your eyes sought out San immediately, who waved you over to the table he was seated at.

“Hey Babe,” San greeted you.

“H-hey,” You replied shakily.

San had his normal gray hoodie but it was barely zipped up and you could see a sheen of sweat covering his upper chest that peeked past the zipper. He smiled softly, “I couldn't sleep, so I went to the gym. Sorry, I must smell like a locker room.”

You laughed under your breath. “You smell like you just walked out of a perfume ad.”

San scratched the back of his head. “Careful, I think my heart just beat a little harder from that.”

You smiled painfully. You attempted to sit at the café table and faltered, barely catching yourself against the edge. Unfortunately for you, your abused clit took most of the weight as you collapsed against it and you made an embarrassingly loud and desperate noise.

San’s eyes widened and then immediately avoided your eyes. What did he just realize?!

“San?” You worried your teeth on your bottom lip. You managed to properly sit down and sip your drink to do something, anything.

“Where did you just come from?” He asked quietly.

“Uh… you know, superhero stuff,” You shrugged.

The two of you had a strict policy of not speaking about your cases, to not muddy up each other’s professions. It just worked better that way. But San chose today to push it. He pushed up his glasses up the bridge of his nose and shifted closer to you. “Where did you come from?” he repeated firmly.

“The subway. Hostage situation. Wrapped it up pretty quickly,” You lied.

San sat back but eased an arm around the back of your chair. “Good.”

The tension eased out of your shoulders and you leaned into San’s embrace. “I’m tired. Let’s go home.”

The two of you walked home, San’s arm still around your shoulder, you still leaning against him. You were cold and were trying to absorb some of his warmth. Not even the drink from the coffee shop could warm up the sinking feeling in your chest. Even as you got home, got ready for bed, you couldn't shake your anxiety.

Guilt is gnawing at the end of your mind and you know that there is no going to sleep like this. You turned to tell San that you’re going to wind down in the living room when he approached you from behind. His lips are like sweet caresses along the slope of your shoulder. “Come back to bed with me,” he murmured, as if he could sense you were pulling away.

“Sannie,” You turned around in his embrace, “My mind--”

San’s eyes travel over your face, a hand cupping one side. “You’re vibrating with the need to leave. Let me put you to sleep.” Gently, San tilted your head with the same guiding hand, peppering kisses along your jawline.

Your heart soared and then crashed into your guilt. You couldn't possibly--not after what you did with Killjoy… “San, I’m really tired,” You protested.

“You’re not,” San disagreed with a rumble deep in his chest. “Even if your body may be, your mind is restless. I can help.”

San swept the straps of your pjs off your shoulders and continued to kiss down your neck to your collarbones. You can’t help but moan at the feel of his lips on your skin. Was your boyfriend seducing you?

"Where are you going, Loveshot? You're still thinking about me. You'll think about me later, won't you?"

Your body became tense with the sudden intrusion. Your powers brewed on the tip of your tongue and the pads of your fingers. You’d never use your powers against San but the need to push him off, to not mingle his touches with that of Killjoy’s was important!

“I have a better idea,” You found yourself suggesting before you could stop your treacherous tongue. “Let’s watch each other masturbate.”

San’s eyes widened considerably at your suggestion. “What?!”

Now it’s your turn to seduce. You ditched your top completely, to sit back on your shared bed and lie back, propping yourself up with your elbows. “Want you to watch me while I touch myself, Sannie,” You purred, “Wanna watch you while you touch yourself.”

San stumbled, as if his feet were moving him unbiddenly, but he made it to the edge of the bed where you were. You move so that the two of you are opposite of each other, a full view of whatever the other one’s planning on doing. You massage your breasts, making them pucker in the cool early morning air. San licked his lips like he wished they were wrapped around them. His eyes move to meet yours, waiting for you to start.

“Before we got together, when we were just friends, I used to get off to the idea of you sneaking in my bed and eating me out,” You said shakily. “I would play with my nipples and put so much lube on my pussy, using one of those flower vibrators, wishing it was your tongue. I had convinced myself that you loved eating pussy and it was something I wanted you to want with me.”

San groaned and began to palm himself through his sleep pants. “We were idiots.”

You couldn't help but giggle. “We were.”

San watched with rapt attention as you pulled aside your underwear and dipped a finger into your wetness. You spread it along your clit, moving in slow, tantalizing circles, careful of how abused your clit had been just a few hours ago by your own self torture. “Sannie?” You prompted him.

San snapped out of his deep thought while watching your finger circle your clit and pulled himself out of his confines. “I used to want you to use your power on me.” His voice cracked and he had to clear it. “Make me do whatever you want me to do. I used to edge myself for hours alone on the thought that you’d never let me cum unless it was inside of you--pussy or mouth.” San’s blunt fingernails dug into his thighs but he didn’t touch himself.

You stop touching yourself and crawled towards San’s body. “Do you need some lubrication?”

San whimpered as you hovered over him, hands on either side of his hips. You spit on his cock, letting it slowly dribble downwards. You leaned downwards, almost as if you were going to take him in your mouth but instead you simply blew air on him. San’s hips thrust into the air, whining again. “Please,” he asked but you weren’t sure he even knew what he was asking for.

“Go ahead and touch yourself,” You encouraged him.

“ ‘m sensitive,” San mumbled, eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones as he blinked many times, a cute pout pulling at his lips.

You can’t help but grin at the admission. “Did you masturbate while I was out, Sannie?”

San’s body jerked backwards, a loud gasp in the back of his throat. “N-no.”

You dropped your body so that you could take San’s cock in your mouth with one quick dip of your mouth. San’s body strains at being encompassed suddenly by your warm, wet mouth. Tiny thrusts into your mouth tell you all San wants is to get off in your mouth and by the throb of your lower half, all you want is to give it to him.

"I imagine your muffled noises as I push your face into my pelvis, making you take all of my dick.

How is it that you're sucking off your sweet boyfriend and you can't get Killjoy's degrading voice out of your head?

At that exact same moment, San's hands grab both sides of your head and he began to fuck your mouth. You have no time to think, only time to make sure your breaths time with the in-and-out motion of his cock down your throat. Your nose practically buries itself into San's bronze skin, mouth coming flush with the base of his cock. San had never--

Just as quickly as he held you down on him, he pulled you off of him. You stare up at him, saliva and precum dripping from your open, panting lips. “San?”

San adjusted immediately, a dopey sweet smile pulling at his lips, making his eyes become crescent moons. “I don't want to cum in your mouth.”

You're fast to climb onto his lap, arms draped over his broad shoulders. “My baby,” You couldn't help but coo, “You really do put me first, don't you?”

San smiled shyly, scratching the back of his head. “I love you, that's why.”

Your heart burst at the admission. “I love you too, sweet boy.”

The two of you moved your hips in sync, exchanging kisses and moans, as you made love in your shared bed. This was where you wanted to be: in San's arms, drinking in his noises of pleasure, being the center of his world. You didn't want to be with--

Your climax hit you like a slow burn and the first thing that tumbled from your mouth was the name you had been thinking of. “Killjoy!” you groaned quietly.

San’s body was ramrod straight even though you could feel his dick twitching inside of you, his cry cut off at what you said. You scrambled to remove yourself from his body but San wrapped his arms around you to keep you firmly in place.

“What did you just say?” San said in a voice that broke your heart into a million pieces.

“No-nothing,” You stuttered, throat full of emotions.

“Where did you go when they called you out,” San demanded again, bringing up his question from earlier.

“I told you, the subway--!” You squealed as your back hit the bed, San pinning you down with his heavy body against yours.

San reached for your hand and squeezed it tightly, intertwining your fingers with his . “You have two seconds to answer me correctly before I read your mind, love.”

“San!” You gasped and visibly reeled back. San never invaded the minds of the ones he loved, he swore he would never.

San licked his lips, a frown furrowing his eyebrows. “I’m not asking casually.”

Your gut was telling you that suddenly your entire world depended on the answer to this question and you had no idea where it would land you. “I was on the rooftop of The Treasure Hotel.”

San cursed lowly. “Loveshot?”

Your heart was beating a mile a minute. Had San just guessed your alter ego? What did that mean?

San let go of your hand and shakingly raised it to his face. You thought he was going to rub it tiredly over his face, somehow privy to you cheating on him with your arch nemesis. “Sannie, please, it was nothing!” You cried out.

Instead, he covered his eyes and smirked. “I already know.”

Your blood chilled in your veins.

The masked villain smirked, folding his arms over his well-developed chest. “You can drop the act. I know.”

“Killjoy?” You yelled in disbelief.

And, you swear to God, San's dick pulsed inside of you upon hearing his alter ego's name upon your lips in your shared bed.

“No,” You shook your head. There was no fucking way your best friend, your boyfriend, was an evil villain?

Flashbacks to the supe's college you both attended, the way you were both outcasts, vaguely bringing up your powers as the reason. Bonding over wanting to overcome your natural abilities and prove to everyone you were good.

“Someday, the world won’t judge me,” San had proclaimed. Clearly that had not crossed over very well.

It all came crumbling down around you.

San lowered his hand and there was a glint in his eye. “If I had known…”

In some fucked up way, relief flooded you. You hadn't cheated on San; you simply masturbated with his alter ego. That was okay… right?

“Are we…” How were you going to meld the two worlds together, how could you continue to date and fuck a villain, how-- “Are we okay?”

San’s lips surged towards yours in a kiss that was desperate and messy and yet somehow full of love and adoration. “Do you still love me?” San gasped into your mouth.

You looked up at the man who was your everything. Even now, knowing he was your arch nemesis and had been for a long time, he was even more so your everything. He was your world when you weren’t working and he was your obsession when you were. Was this going to fuck up your job? Absolutely. Was it going to fuck up your relationship?

“I love you like the sun loves the moon,” You admitted. Surely the two bodies in the sky were enemies, constantly chasing after each other, constantly fighting for time in the sky.

A subtle shift of San’s hips had you gasping. He was hard inside of you. His eyes were alight with love and mischief and lust. “I love you like a villain loves a hero.”

And that was the end of that conversation.

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hi freaks of tumblr . here's my introduction post teeheehee <3

my name is aiden ! i am an eighteen year old gay trans man - pre-op and pre-t unfortunately ... but whatever im still hot. giggles and twirls hair.

more about me :3

☆ freakiest virgin you've ever met. i'd like that to CHANGE but uhhghhh the most i can get is freaks on tumblr (hit me up lalalala)

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☆ literally not an ounce of dominance inside me at ALL i'm very submissive!!!! to an insane extent!!!

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moominsuki · 1 year

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✎ᝰ SHINICHIRO SANO ; — in every single lifetime, it would always be you.

࿄ ! warnings — major spoilers for tokyo rev manga!! depression, angsty themes, but cute and sweet at the end. / note. i love shin so much.

before shinichiro was able to leap through time, his life being shit was merely a pathetic understatement. with his youngest brother practically unresponsive, the rest of his immediate family passing on and of course, the pushing away of his close friends, he was lonely. whatever words could be to describe an empty bitter loneliness could describe shinichiro sano.

shinichiro was moping around his bike shop as per usual when he wasn’t watching mikey; barely fixing the runes of his dusted old bikes when wakasa and you come in, arms looped in with each other. it was inevitable, you and wakasa being together even though shin had known you for longer. it was somewhat laughable - a cruel joke that shin sometimes thought and dream of having the chance to be with you, to hold you and to love you. but right now, he’s barely a shell of a human being and well, you’re you: gorgeous, kind, beautiful, funny: everything that he’s ever wanted. there’s no way you would’ve passed up the chance to date his friend, who was the exact antithesis of shinichiro. it’s why wakasa is so popular with the ladies and shin has had dates with himself, the four walls of his bedroom and his playboy magazines to pass the painful passage of time.

“hey, shin. just seeing how you’re holding up. you don’t look so good,” you say to him, through a pity-filled smile. shin feels like puking and kissing you at all once at the fact you care and think about him but wakasa slices through and shoves his friend in jest.

“you need to take care of yourself, shin. y/n was kind enough to make you something to eat since you’re basically starving yourself,” scolds wakasa, with y/n chastising wakasa for being ‘too harsh’ - all the while shin rolls his deep sunken eyes.

“yeah… yeah, thanks. thanks y/n, you didn’t have to do this,” replies shinichiro, taking the lunchbox and your fingers brush a little and shinichiro inhales a little at the touch.

“well, we’re gonna head off. got a date downtown. i’ll be back to check on ya, though, so don’t kill yourself in the process,” yells wakasa as he grabs y/n’s hand and exits and you turn to say a hasty goodbye.

“bye, shin! see you later! take care of yourself!”

ding.

just shin and his lonesome self. what he wouldn’t give to be able to live a normal life where mikey was fine, his family was okay and you were by his side. what if, huh?

ᝰᝰᝰᝰᝰ

the moment he realised that his family were okay was akin to a miracle to him. he almost collapsed at the sight of mikey running around the living room, like how a 9 year old should.

“shin? why are you crying?” asks mikey and shin couldn’t articulate himself if he tried.

“he’s been hysterical all day,” says their grandfather and they all sigh at their not so little and much older crybaby brother.

“yeah, well, you should clean yourself up. the gang are coming down to the shop today. they’d call you a pussy if they saw you like this,” says mikey plainly and emma slaps him across the head for being so crude.

shinichiro, after a powernap, wet tissues and soggy hugs, heads down to his bike shop. sanzu is there, along with wakasa and benkei and a few other kids. he hasn’t felt this happy - this lucky in a long time.

ding.

“oi, y/n, no girls allowed!” yells a young sanzu and y/n scrunches her face at him and brushes at the boy’s hair. shinichiro’s head shoots up at your name and you’re… still everything that he’s ever wanted just from looking at you in your cute little sundress. you’re just as gorgeous as he remembered. just as kind too. you’re even nice with the brutish kids who linger around his shop like a magnet.

“you’re so cute when you try to be all scary, sanzu. but, i guess you don’t want what i cooked for you,” you sigh, all fake-sad and sanzu and draken jump up at the prospect of food.

“you shouldn’t spoil them so much, y/n. you’re making them soft like shin does,” wakasa points out in a disappointed tone but he jumps to fight the kids for the plate of food. shin comes over to the group standing by the front desk of his shop and you jokingly punch wakasa and to shin, it’s a little strange. why aren’t you all over him? aren’t you both dating?

“and that’s why they like shin more than you. me included,” you wink and you make eye contact with shinichiro as you say this and a striking grin takes over your face. shin doesn’t think he’s seen you so bright and excited to see anyone… to see him?

“you’re not gonna say hello to me?” you pout, skipping over to a dungaree-clad shinichiro and shinichiro rubs his sweaty greasy hands on the denim sitting on his legs.

“hey, y/n.” he says tentatively, like he’s trying to test the waters but this just causes your pout to deepen and shin has the urge to kiss it right off your face.

“what’s up with you today?” you ask curiously, jumping over to circle your arms around shin’s neck and mikey pipes up, with his face stuffed with food:

“he’s been acting like a weirdo and crying all day. but at least he’s not kissing all over your face like he always does in front of us. yuck,” shudders his younger brother and shinichiro’s eyes widen like saucers at his words. he’s already stiff at you touching him so casually but mikey confirms, in his own roundabout way, what the nature of your relationship with shin is-

“i would gladly kiss all over your face if you want, mikey, no need to be jealous of shinny,” you laugh, breaking shinichiro out of the ongoing battle in his mind and the young boys yell out in disgust and indignance but shin is still staring at you in disbelief. amongst all the noise, you look at him again and place a hand on his cheek and he leans subconsciously into your soft touch.

“you good, baby? you wanna go somewhere private?” you whisper to him and shin tests the waters by pulling you close by the waist.

“n-no, it’s just… you look beautiful today. have i told you that before?” shin asks and to you, he’s just being complimentary and silly but he’s genuinely asking - he wants to know how good he is to you. if he treats you like the princess you are.

“i think you’ve told me a few times,” you giggle and you pull his face down with both your hands to kiss his nose and he lets you kiss him all over his face till he emotionally can’t take it anymore, wrapping his arms around you and presses his lips deeply onto yours.

kissing you feels exactly like how he expected it - to you, this was one of many kisses you’ve had together but it was shinichiro’s first time kissing - not just anyone, but you. you taste of your pear and apple chapstick and you smell exactly how you did the last night he saw you.

tears run down his face before he can stop them and you pull back when you feel streams of salty tears hit your cheeks and you softly tap your own face then his before looking at your boyfriend all quizzical and somewhat accusatory.

“shinny? what’s with you today? is there something i should know? did you cheat on me?” you spitfire at him in a mix of shock and worry and shinichiro shakes his head fiercely.

“fuck, no, of course not, would never - it’s just-just that ‘m so lucky to have you. don’ deserve you,” he grunts, sniffling a little and you smile but raise a brow.

“where’s all this coming from? are you sure you didn’t do anything?”

“would kill myself if i did,” and you laugh at the earnest honesty in his words and he pulls you in, kissing all over you face - holding you so tight he’s afraid this might be a dream.

“he’s crying again,” laughs inupi and the young boys look at the couple with comical disgust.

“keep that shit away from us when we’re trying to eat,” grumbles wakasa and you stick your tongue at them and turn to face shinichiro again and you bonk his head slightly with your own.

“you sure you’re okay?” you make sure to ask at least one more time, knowing how dramatic your boyfriend could be. if only you knew what was really going in his head. but you didn’t need to. not when he already has you now.

“promise. just - stay with me… today? please?” shinichiro pleads. stay with me forever. you pretend to contemplate, tapping a finger on your chin before nodding and looking at him with so much love he can’t believe it’s reserved for only him.

“can never say no to you,” you kiss into the corner of his mouth and shinichiro takes you by the hand to where he was working originally before you gracefully torpedoed into his new found life.

as you plop yourself into his lap and point out the motor he was working, smiling proudly at your boyfriend, shinichiro knew that if there was another world, another existence, another lifetime; that he would still find his way back to you every time.

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arabaka · 2 years

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kishibe x (sex devil)fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! reference to cow slaughtering (it's used to compare humans vs. devils). finger sucking. thigh riding. wall sex. use of "master." WORD COUNT: 1.4K PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI !!!!!!!（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

There isn’t a human alive that could control you.

But Kishibe comes close enough.

Your feelings on humans have always been ambivalent. At worst, they’re inconsequential organisms that only serve to keep you alive and well. Humans don’t shed a tear for every cow they butcher. They revel in their gyudon, engorge themselves on hamburgers, and never spare a passing glance to the suffering of what they decree to be a lower animal. You aren’t so different; in fact, you’d wager to say this proves you’re above them. Because unlike humans, the barbarians, you don’t lead them to the slaughterhouse. Sure, you’re not exactly remorseful when they die but nobody’s perfect.

But Kishibe comes pretty damn close.

He’s gruff. He’s mean. He always smells like whiskey that’s been out too long. He’s the antithesis of the ideal man but after all this time, after all these decades, you never stop wanting him. Of all the flavors humans come in, he's your favorite.

You suck on his thumb, lips puckering leisurely around the digit as you roll your hips back on his muscled thigh. He’s so good to you, letting you rub yourself out on him. “Having fun?” Kishibe’s voice is always rough around the edges but he’s sweet on you, the bristles of his beard tickling your skin as he purrs in your ear. You’re too lost in the rhythm, your clit throbbing from the minutes you’ve spent self-stimulating on Kishibe’s leg; you almost forget to reply but don’t worry, he gives you a squeeze on your bottom to coax a response out of you. “Mmhm.” The utterance vibrates around his finger as your lids grow heavy, lashes fluttering as sparks fly from your core.

“Why don’t you let me play with that pretty pussy of yours, hm?” Alcohol on his tongue without any of the influence, his craving for you is genuine. “You can’t get off on just my leg.”

You stamp a wiley little smirk lips to his neck, your lips lining a trail of kisses going up until you’re nibbling on his earlobe. “Am I hearing a challenge?” You rouse a snicker from the back of his throat but oh, you misunderstood him.

It wasn’t a suggestion.

The greatest devil hunter on the force and with those sturdy arms of his, the same he’s used to kill hundreds of thousands of your kind, he scoops you up with absolute reverence. Because you stopped being a devil to him a long, long time ago.

How many times has he carried you down this hall, not as a contracting party but as a bonafide lover? How many times has he kissed you and left with something more on his teeth than just lewd greed? Which speaking of, let him get another taste of you.

Even several swigs deep, Kishibe can multitask just fine; he’s pressed so firmly to your lips and you open for him so generously, inviting more of him in almost immediately. You exchange groans, tongues sliding over each other and teeth clashing when you get overzealous. “Forget the bedroom,” You breathe into his mouth, “Just take me right here.”

He’s fucked you like this before– no, not just by the place, time, and position. Hips grinding into you, leaky cockhead plugging you full, with something a little more risky than lust: emotion. He’s looking into your eyes, foreheads docked as he ruts into you, the roll of his pelvis sparking a charge of pleasure from your inner thighs. It runs up your stomach, meeting the ridge of Kishibe’s dick and ending as a series of shivers up your spine and into your brain. Tickled and dazed by the rock of Kishibe’s body, you don’t do much to stop the shaking of your legs as they somehow stay interlocked around Kishibe’s torso. “Feel good?” Kishibe grunts, his breath like feathers running down your cheek. He doesn't have to ask but he sure loves hearing you whine.

"Uh-huh," Your voice wavers as your frame runs up the wall with every thrust, "Fuck– feels amazing, Kishibe." Your crimson tail coils around Kishibe, the arrowed tip cupping his pec and squeezing out a couple strained huffs from the man currently dominating your insides. You drag your touch down from his chest until you’ve jumped from his body to yours, the pointed end of your tail starting to gingerly play with your puffy clit upon arrival. Your lips begin to tremble and you have tears accenting the corners of your eyes.

No one gets you feeling as good as Kishibe does. His fat cock spreads your folds apart just right, the weight of his shaft fills you up as if you were carved into existence just to take him. Your walls have memorized the fork in his veins and their thick presence, all of you stimulated at any given time. It’s what has you looking so checked out, eyes vacant of any coherent thought and your lips starting to part, as if you could manage anything other than his name and wrung out moans.

He thinks you look perfect like this: totally resigned to his power and control as he digs his nails into your thighs, leaving those lunar-shaped scratches you love so much. He enjoys watching your eyes spring open when he drags his hips back particularly slow, only for you to throw your head back and scream when he’s snapping back into you at full force. He knows you feel him up your belly, can physically see the imprint he’s creating into your tummy so no one else will ever fill you like he does.

“Yeah? Taking me so well. You have this cunt all for me?” He doesn’t. He knows he doesn’t. You have a squadron of contracts willing to go to bat for you, just for a taste, but god does it sound good on your tongue. He needs to hear it, needs to believe for just a second that he, and he alone, owns you for him to get over the edge.

You’re so quick to respond, always are for Kishibe. “Yes! Yes, Kishibe! Yes!” Like it’s the only word you know, you start to babble it incessantly as Kishibe starts to fuck into you faster and

harder. You can feel every flex, every pump in his cock as the gap between every thrust starts to tighten. This makes your own folds twitch, that tight little hole of yours clenching around Kishine because pretty soon, you’re going to cum all over him and leave him a sopping wet mess. A groan comes rumbling out your throat as the circling touch on your clit with your tail quickens. You know just the thing to say to get Kishibe going, really make him shoot buckets inside you.

“Master! Master, k-keep go– don’t stop, Master. Please, please, please don’t stop.”

“Shit.” The harshness of his groans has magnified, matching the feral pace his cock is pumping in and out of you as he starts to feel the sudden tightening of his balls, “Gonna cum.” The rush of semen that pours into you is staggering and he keeps going, seemingly until every part of your insides are stained with him. He’s still grinding into you, though now there’s a very sticky, wet sound coming from his balls smacking against your drenched cunt.

You’ve fallen apart all around him and you’re just coming to from that brief, fluttering moment of infinity when he rocks into you for the last time. Your body trembles, the aftershocks of your orgasm keeping your limbs jittery. Goosebumps line your skin and the cold air that blows from down the hall has you feeling extra ticklish.

Kishibe’s thumb, the pad rubbed raw from years of battle and strife, tips your chin, making you look at him with those glazed over, sweet-as-honey eyes of yours. He kisses you so intimately, tongue sliding and swirling deeply over yours, that you feel a sprout of butterflies in your stomach. You don’t know what that means. Maybe you don’t need to think about it right now.

“You should stay the night.” Was that you talking? Kishibe’s stayed longer than that before. He practically lived at your place at one point. But the way you ask is so… Sincere. Genuine. “Stay the night.” You repeat, as if you’re still trying to get used to the way you sound for a human, a contract: needy.

“Yeah. I’ll stay.” Kishibe mumbles against your mouth, giving you another kiss that’s a twinge drowsy. He starts to pull out but you stop him with the squash of your legs along his torso.

“Didn’t mean we were done.”

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Dear Mrs. Edge,

First of all, my thanks and admiration for your blog, and Tom’s photos and captions. Information and entertainment! I admire the thought and honesty with which you answer worthwhile questions, and your no-nonsense dispatch of the numpties who think, to the extent they do at all, with their nether regions.

I’m quite a newbie participant in the world of kink, despite kink being a part of my fantasy life since adolescence - a long time! My reluctance to participate was partly because my sense of the ‘kink world’ was that it was populated by fetishists, for want of a better term. People, mostly (all?) men, who were turned on by objects or activities with no regard to who they might be engaged with. The numpties who write to you I’d characterise thus.

Then I met a wonderful, remarkable woman, who is very much part of the ‘kink world’, but for whom it is fundamentally about a relationship. Through her I’ve learned that there is a ‘kink community’ very different from that of the fetishists. They think very carefully about their relationships, probably more than most in ‘pure vanilla’ ones, especially as regards power. I see you and Tom as being exemplars of this – I realise that you think of your relationship as being mostly vanilla, but chastity surely is a kink.

You and Tom clearly have a very loving, respectful relationship, and within that your practice of chastity involves a power exchange. As in the heading for the Denial Permanente blog, you would rather have him in your power than in your pussy, and you reiterate this in many of your answers.

So, I come to my question – sorry for the long preamble, but I hope it clarifies why I’m asking it. Given that you obviously enjoy the power you have over Tom, I’m wondering how that has changed over time, and if you imagine it might change in the future. In the few blogs written by women on chastity that one can be fairly sure are genuine, rather than written by male fantasists or by women for male fantasists, there seems to be a pattern of the women becoming ‘hooked’ on the power that chastity involves. A striking example is Sarah Jameson, over here in the UK. I know that Tom is aware of her, via the chastity forums. In her original book she emphasised, like you, that she was only interested in chastity, and that the idea of a female led relationship (FLR) was quite a turn off for her. She emphasised that her husband, John, like Tom, was the antithesis of a weak wimp. Their relationship has now slowly developed into a full-blown FLR, however. It involves a written contract, as did their chastity, and includes rather severe punishments.

So, that’s why I’m wondering if your pleasure from the power that you have over Tom has increased over time in the past, and if that might increase in the future. I imagine Tom would be up for that, insofar as he is able to be ‘up’ for anything. 🙃 I’ve noticed, or is it my imagination, that you seem to comment more positively on the photos posted by Tom involving punished bottoms. You say you are sometimes in the mood to do that, are you in the mood more often nowadays?

Again, apologies for the length of this, but I think the time and energy you and Tom both put into your blogs are deserving of respect and equal thoughtfulness. Perhaps it might make a welcome change from “will you be my keyholder” messages.

Yours,

Wow, this has to be the longest question I've ever had. 😂 This will take me a while to get through.

First I want to repeat that we do not have a FLR relationship. We make joint decisions, we talk about what we want to do. And we are traditional in that Tom figures out how to manage the things outside the house, or the bigger projects like remodeling or repairing things.

I'm not clear on what "power exchange" is. A lot of our readers mention it in terms of my keeping my husband locked up but to us (or at least to me) it doesn't feel like anything special. I have a hard time explaining this.

I enjoyed making love to my husband before I started keeping him caged. He isn't locked because I feel superior to him. I certainly do not have fantasies about being a leather wearing mistress or having him become some kind of slave.

My husband is "manly" in the sense that he has a garage full of tools, is physically active, doesn't mind climbing up onto the roof to get snow off, or spend all day in the hot sun rebuilding the back deck. He can spend all day in jeans and a tee shirt then take me to a charity social in a nice suit at night. I would never want to diminish that or to be in a position that makes me feel like I am demeaning or humiliating him.

He also seems to think about sex all day. 😂 When I first started locking him up I liked having all the control over when and how we would make love. Not that he was overly pushy, but like a lot of women i often felt like every time he was... affectionate that he expected me to drop everything and hop into bed. He didn't really expect it but that's just how I felt. Having the key made me feel in control... which made me more relaxed and receptive to the idea. We ended up having more sex when he was locked. 🤔

You mentioned my comments about whipping his bottom. I don't see that as punishing him. None of what we do is from anger or because he was bad or because I was mad at him. It's just something I think about but rarely do. I like the idea of... pushing him to see how much he will take for me. Not sure how to explain this. Like, it makes me feel sexy and powerful to have the control over my strong devoted husband. Like a queen with a favorite knight might be the best way to describe it.

Now keeping him permanently locked makes me feel the same way. He still thinks about sex all the time (getting older has not really slowed him down) but now he is always thinking about pleasuring me. As he should be. 😉 And for me it's really nice to have a husband who is always attentive and aroused and... loving.

I have no idea if this answered your questions but maybe it gives you a little more insight as to what we get out of this?

#chastity question

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