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my brain is absolute mush i am in love with him!!!! he tries to get you to send him more photos — and you more than happily oblige — and he guards them like his life depends on it. slowly starts to ask more personal questions, mostly trying to figure out if you have a partner and when he finds out you don’t? the game is on. starts using pet names in his letters here and there, drawing you in deeper and you’re so helpless against him. and then the calls start and he hears your voice and then it’s all he can think about. tries to get you to say certain things — especially his name — for him to tuck away for later when he’s alone with your photo and his hand on his cock and wishing more than anything to have you instead of his fist ):

he thinks himself a good person, all things considered. but knowing you, and knowing you’re out there? no protection, such a sweet and soft thing — it worries him. maybe he asks johnny to try and find you. doesn’t necessarily disclose his true intentions, mostly out of curiosity. but then he starts thinking of when he gets out, how he can meet you, bring you back to his place, knowing he’s the best one to keep you safe and so he uses his time to get a head start so when he’s out he can finally keep you ):

hyperventilating, screaming, projectile vomiting, this, this, this, THISSSSS,

The reason im soooo obsessed with your ask is because 1, you’re a fucking incredible writer and 2, you dived so deep into PrisonPenPal!Simon’s psyche, his such a smart dude and unbelievably manipulative when he needs to be…..

Sorry everyones!! asks are taking so long to get out!! I just want to go into the most detail possible and give everyones ideas justice!! if you're waiting, I promise you its in the works rn <3

TW: mentions of murder, jail, corruption kink, masterbation (Reader & Simon), public masterbation (kinda), phone sex, smut, manipulative!Simon and kinda stalker vibes I guess (not yandere)

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If you think about his sentencing, he purposely played his cards in away that made him the victim without him actually having to act like the victim if that kinda makes sense?

The second he punched that kid he knew he fucked up bad, and then when he saw the blood seeping out of the kids skull and covering the floor, he knew he fucked up really bad.

A normal person would either run, go into hiding, try and resist the arrest, break down and have a panic attack. But he knew this wasn’t time for an emotional response, he needed to start planning what his next step was going to be and how he was going to execute it in a way that favoured him.

His not a psychopath, his 100% capable of feeling and experiencing human emotion and is very emotionally intelligent, but when he needs to be, his actions can be extremely calculated to the point its almost scary.

When he sees your picture though, something definitely clicks in his brain, he just wants more.

If that means more pictures or letters or even a phone call, he just needs it.

I think maybe its something primal as well… his a man at the end of the day, and being locked up for years in an all male prison with all male guards means he hasn’t even seen a women that isn’t a playboy model for fucking agessss

His not dumb either, he knows you put effort into taking that photo for him, he knows you put on a red bra because he told you his favourite colour was red. So the idea that maybe, just maybe you feel the same way, or are at least starting to, really erupts something in him.

But you’re completely right. He wouldn’t show a soul the photo you sent him. He’d go to drastic measures to hide everything :( you sent them to him, you’re writing to him, not anybody else,and he knows that if any of the other inmates found out about you, or god forbid, saw a photo of you, they would have an absolute field day.

He sees how the men his jailed with act when wives, sisters or girlfriends come to visit their loved ones.

He hears their disgusting comments about the women’s bodies, the detailed answers of what they would do if they ever got their hands on them. It always made his throat fill with bile and stomach twist.

Si may not be a perfect man, but talking like that about another mans women? His above that.

Thinking about how they would say the same things about you, how’d they’d all pass the photo around with a dirty smirk on their face and snicker? He wasn’t having that, over his dead fucking body.

He writes back to you keeping it relatively normal, lighthearted and friendly, but he sneaks in a little

“Ya’ boyfriend probably isn’t over the moon ya’ writtin’ someone like me, aye? I mean, if my missus was writin’ to a felon I’d blow my fuckin’ top love, theres gotta’ be somthin’ out there better for ya’ to been doin’, readin’ a book or somthin’ like that. It was lovely puttin’ a face to a name, just seein’ someone so happy makes me smile”

Receiving his letter makes your heart sore, you made him smile.

Obviously you had to send him more photos right? You just wanted to make him smile…. right? :(

You definitely didn’t want to send more because your pussy clenched when he called you “love”

Its definitely not because he was so protective over you, knowing he was so worried about your well-being, always asking if you're doing okay, asking if you’re safe…

“I worry bout’ you out there lovie, ya' gotta keep safe, look after ya’ self”

Getting your friends to help you take more photos for him!!!

Maybe you force them to go on a hike with you… you wear those leggings that make your arse look fantastic, posing in front of a nice view and purposely sticking out your cute little bum, subtly showing it off to the camera…. Showing it off to him :((((

But its just to show him the view!!!!! He hasn’t seen a nice landscape in years!! He deserves it!!

You’re not a dirty girl :( you’re a good girl!! You would never do something so disgusting for a man who’s locked in jail, your daddy would be so disappointed if he knew you were sticking out your arse for a man like Si >:(

Calling over your ex-situationships so they can fuck you, your dildo wasn’t enough anymore, you needed the real thing….you needed Si, but obviously you can’t have him, right? There’s no possible way you could ever experience your biggest fantasy….right?

So other men will just have to do :(((

Having them hold you down and fuck your pussy mediocrely, closing your eyes trying to imagine Si :( maybe even moaning his name accidentally…..

Its never really that enjoyable though, all you can think about is how Si would fill you so much better…technically, you have no evidence to prove that, but his such a gentlemen!! He knows how to speak to a women…he must know how to fuck one as well!!!

It only makes sense….

It makes you so sad… he’d never think about you the same way you think about him >:(

He’d never fantasies about your sloppy cunt the way you fantasies about licking up his fat cock, teasing his tip and ruining your throat as he shoves his meaty dick down it :(((

Rubbing your swollen clit on your pillow as you moan for him, maybe even looking at the grainy photo of his face while you pleasure yourself :(( you’re so disgusting for him, so needy, he would never want a girl as yucky as you….

When Si receives your next letter informing him that you don’t have a boyfriend as well as a photo of you posing for him, that’s when the obsession really begins :3

His not obsessed on a yandere level but his definitely deep into it :)

He never really thought about what he would do after he got out, he always kinda just guessed that he would go back to his old ways, but now he has you very obviously showing some type of interest in him, his mind is fucking racing!!!

Maybe he can get your number and use his monthly call to talk to you, maybe you can come visit him while his still locked up, maybe you’ll be willing to have him when his out, maybe you can move in together, maybe he’ll marry you, maybe he’ll finally get to fuck that sweet little pussy that his been fantasising about, maybe…maybe…..maybe..Ahhhhh!!!

Stealing sponges and a rubber glove when his on cleaning duty :((((

Bargaining with his prison mates for hair ties and an empty Pringles can so he can make his own makeshift fleshlight :(((

Fucking his fat dick with it while his eyes focus on your arse, imagining his got you in doggy and fucking you stupid:((( Maybe even putting his pillow in front of him and pretending its your arse, squeezing and spanking it >:(((

His corruption kink is feral…he knows his a lowlife with nothing good ahead of him, his more then aware that for the rest of his life his going to be labeled as a murderer, but the idea of him taking a pretty little thing like you and pulling you down with him makes him cum so hard his thick juicy thighs shake, fleshlight filling up with his cum and quite moans falling from his mouth >: (((

He doesn’t know were it came from, he just wants you to be with him and he knows he’ll never be able to live the white collar lifestyle you so obviously enjoy.

The idea of taking you out of that world and reeling you into his consumes him. Shitty one bedroom apartment, cardboard boxes as bed side tables, stained carpet and a flickering kitchen lightbulb. Its almost feeds his cocky superiority complex. Being able to pull a beautiful doll like you, get you so obsessed and needy for him that you’d follow him to the shit hole he calls home.

Being so obedient, so willing, that you give up everything you’ve worked for just to submit to him…..

Receiving that sweet little letter excites the fuck out of him, don’t get me wrong, but it also scares him a little, his protective instincts kick in a bit.

If you’re one thing, its a little naive.

You’re so willing to give up sensitive information about yourself without a second thought, you’re very obviously extremely vulnerable and trusting….

As much as he wants to protect you, he also sees these personality traits to be extremely beneficial to him.

You’re very easy to reel in after the line is crossed from polite and friendly to more flirtatious and maybe even a little bit sexual.

He addresses you differently in his letters now, no longer just using your name and actively being more outwardly affectionate towards you

“Hello my sweet girl :)”

and

“been on my mind lot’ lately, been thinkin’ about you, thinkin’ all sorts of things I know I shouldn’t ;)”

Once that barriers broken and your letters are just as enthusiastic, he knows his got you.

His got you to a point that he knows asking for a phone call isn’t a risky move anymore :3

He plans it though, he knows exactly what his going to do on that phone call and he knows nobody can be around while his doing it.

Like I mentioned in the first fic, his sentence was reduced because of his good behaviour, this obviously means his on good terms with the guards and most of the other inmates. They all owe him a favour in one way or another. He hadn’t asked for his good deeds to be returned, not needing them to be……until now.

He writes to you deciding on a date and time, Thursday at 3am.

He wanted to be alone when he talked to you, have some privacy and not be bothered.

His on really good terms with the night guard who works Thursdays, with just a little bit of bribing, he could be let out and have his phone call with you alone.

“Listen mate, ya’ want to know who’s movin’ drugs in and out of this joint? I can tell ya’ with no worries, but I need ya’ to do me a solid favour”

The guard his reluctant of course, but like I mentioned, Simon can be calculated when he wants to be

“Magin’ the raise you’d get if ya’ could give ya’ bosses that information? I saw ya had a photo of a little girl on ya car keys, think bout all the toys n’ shit you could buy er’ with some extra cash”

And obviously, he got what he wanted, it was light work really ;)

As 3am slowly got closer, you were shitting yourself, lets be real. It was hard to wrap your head around Si being an actual person, you know? Like of course his real, but it was all becoming a reality now….

You were three large glasses of wine in when it was time to call.

When your phone started to ring from an unknown number, you swore your heart dropped :((

The call almost rang out before you got the courage to answer it :(

When you did a very deep, rough voice with a heavy Manchester accent answered, you could hear the smirk through the phone, a confident “hello sweetheart” to match :(

His voice had your breath catch for a minute….of course you’d come up with your own idea of what he would sound like, but never in a million years did you think he would sound so charming, so confident, filled with anticipation, like he had been waiting for this moment for weeks…like he had thought of you the same way you thought about him :(((

It made your tummy swirl, that all too familiar hot ache feeling buzz in your clit :3333

On the other end of the line Si gently stroked his throbbing cock as you said your hellos :((

Your voice was even more memorising then he imagined, sweet little nervous giggles as you spoke to him, quietly letting him know that you weren’t quite sure what to say, that you were a little on edge, maybe a little excited.

You could hear his laboured breath through the phone, a distant wet sound that you couldn’t describe, so quite that you didn’t know if it was real or just your preverted mind playing tricks on you, making you hear things that aren’t really there :(

Just the sound of your voice was driving Si crazy :( you’re just as sweet as he imagined you, maybe even sweeter

He knew it was wrong of him :(

He knew that asking you to join his little game was evil. He had you right were he wanted you, and asking you to play with your pussy for him on the other end of the phone while directing you on how to finger yourself as he fucks his girthy cock with his hand wasn’t what you deserved…..

But he couldn’t help himself, not when you were talking to him like that, so innocent and sweet :(((

“Sweetheart, I need ya’ to do me a favour darlin’, okay? His cock was so hard it hurt, voice out of breath and sweat dripping down his brow. You were within arms reach, so close but yet so far away.

“Slide ya’ hand into your panties baby, start playin’ with yourself, come on, tell me what you're doin, describe it to me”

You so easily obliged, so willing to please him :( agreeing nervously with a stutter and shaky breath as you tell him what your doing

Describing to him what you’re wearing, an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath :( telling him you didn’t put panties on just for him :(

You let out a quite moan as you play with your tits, telling him how hard your nipples are, squeezing the pebbles and whining as he eggs you on

“That’s it baby, play with those tits for me, yeah?, that’s my girl, squeeze em’ for me, there ya’ go” Si had to lean himself against the phone box as his tip leaked with pre cum :((((

Using it to lubricate his vainy cock making the wet sounds louder through the phone, you whine louder at the thought of his cock, closing your eyes you trail your hand down to your panties and slowly slip underneath the fabric to play with your wet cunt, just like Si asked:(((

“Rub ya’ clit for me baby, tell me how good I make you feel, say ma’ name, say it” he wanted so badly to commit it to memory, lock it away for later >:(

You moan his name as you circle your clit, eyes shut as you imagine Si doing it for you instead. You chant his name while your back arches a little, pleasure building at the sound of his rough grunts and wet cock being pumped through the phone >:((((

“I know, I know sweetheart’ just hold on a little longer for me, yeah? That’s ma’ good girl, ya’ not cumin’ yet” his hand fisted his cock, squeezing himself as tight as possible and screwing his eyes shut trying to imagine he was fucking your wet pussy, not his callused hand rough and dirty from the weights he was lifting early that day :(

“Finger ya’ cunt baby, finger ya’ cunt and scream ma’ name”

You were dangerously close to the edge, the knot in your tummy tightening by the second, your once nervous moans now turned unashamed.

Taking your other hand and slipping it into your pussy, you let out a desperate whine, muling your hips as you pumped yourself, squelching noises matching Si’s as you abused your wet pussy :((((

“That’s ma’ perfect girl, that’s it. Come on, let go for me, let me hear those gorgeous moans”

Finally letting the coil snap your back arched like a cat, legs shaking as you moan his name, desperate whimpers as tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks

Si gritted his teeth as he pumped himself, ropes of his sperm painting the concrete wall in front of him as his heavy cock twitched in his hands, animalistic grunts falling from his lips as that feral pleasure he’d been chasing washed over him. :((

He’d never cum that hard in his life, vision blurry from the white hot pleasure with your heavy breaths in the background :3

Just as he was about to open his mouth, speak to you again, the phone cut out, he had used up all his time with you :(

Harsh beeps filling his ear as his cock slowly softened, tip bright red from the attention…

He needed you more then ever now, protective instinct going through the roof :(

Knowing you’re out there all alone with nobody to keep you safe made his blood boil…..

He needed to have a set of eyes on you, the constant letters weren’t enough anymore :((((

Maybe there was a bit of jealously as well, the thought that there may be someone else….

It drove him up the wall, made him feel rage he had only felt very few times in his life

If he couldn’t have his eyes on you, then he’d 100% send Johnny out to do the work for him.

Looking through your letters and highlighting when you mentioned the name of the cafe you went to every morning, the name of the bar you and your co-workers went to every Friday to celebrate the end of the week.

Of course he wouldn’t tell Johnny the truth, simply asking him to keep an eye on an “old friend that’s going through a rough time” while his locked up for the rest of his sentence :(

And Johnny obliged, happy that Simon was in contact with people that weren’t just 141.

Reporting back to him every week, always with a positive review :)

A soft thing like you cant be left to fend for yourself sweetheart, not in a world like this. But don’t worry, his got your back, even behind bars ;)

RAHHHHHHHH, him, my mind is filled with HIM

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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take-everything-you-can · 10 months

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YOUR BOY ON FILM

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Eddie was nervous. He had the video camera he borrowed from Gareth sitting in front of him with a small red flashing light and suddenly he felt like he couldn't breathe.

He had never sat and recorded himself on film; he’d made some rushed demos but never anything visual, and this was going to be all of him, not just his voice. His nerves were more than eating away at his fantasies. In a way, he thought this would be easier and yet here he was as if he had stage fright.

He had wanted to make you a special tape one that you had asked for a few weeks before. One where you could watch him get himself off, an insight into what he did while you weren't around.

Eddie was nervous. So he did the only thing he could think of , he called you. He picked up the phone that he had bought specifically for his room so he wouldn't bother Wayne with his late night calls, and he dialed your number. One he had memorized by your first date.

“Hello?” a raspy tired sound from the opposite end of the line had rang through.

“Hey baby. Did I wake you ?” He could hear you shuffle into a sitting position as he waited for your answer.

“You did but it’s a good thing you did, definitely didn’t mean to nap that long. What’s on your mind Ed’s.” He knew the sound of your voice would calm his nerves and if he was being honest with himself he knew he had only one thing on his mind right now. He was going to make this tape and you were going to be his special guest. Why hadn't he just done this to begin with?

He shot out of bed and hit record on the camera and made sure that it was angled to where he was sitting in bed. A quick shuffle of his face in the frame where he stuck his tongue out in concentration. He settled back onto his headboard and picked the phone back up once he threw his shirt across the room.

“Eddieeee? “ He let out a small laugh at how you had kept calling him, figuring he had just let his ADHD win over his thoughts.

“I’m here , just had to get a bit more comfortable, babe.”

“Oh ? How comfortable are we talking ?” He had started to run his hand across his abdomen and across the hair that led from his navel down. You had once told him it was the perfect trail to treasure you’d ever seen.

“Just took my shirt off, keep your mind out of the gutter.” that earned a laugh from you, a sweet sound he never tired from hearing.

“Eddie, we live in the gutter. You’ve permanently moved me there.”

" I moved YOU there , you got that backwards babe. But you know I could use your help a little if you're up for it.” He had unknowingly sent a shock through your core. You had already started to glide your fingers over the lace between your legs as his voice began to deepen.

“What kind of help Eds “

“Don’t play dumb Doll , you know exactly what kind of help I'm looking for.” his tone had you humming in anticipation of what he could have running through his mind.

“Oh come on Eddie you know you like it when I tease you a little.” Almost a purr in your words, the brat in you was screaming. You knew teasing him now would only bring on a well deserved punishment the next time you saw him but when the consequences not being doled out instantly made that fire burn brightly within you. “What do you need from me baby?”

The pet name always sent a tingle down his spine. His cock has started to stiffen as your voice had goosebumps breaking out across his skin. He glides his hand over his groin and cups his length with a squeeze, groaning into the sensation.

“I'm gonna need you to talk me through this one. You think you can do that for me sweets?” You nod and Eddie knows by the sound of the receiver on the opposite line. “Words babe words. Use them.”

“Yes I can do that , I can talk you through it.”

“That's it, good girl. Alright tell me what you would want me to do to you if you were here with me right now.”

“Well see now there's is the problem Ed's there are just so many things you do that make me … feel just so fucking good.” You drop your sentence into a breathy moan as you circle your clit.

“Are you …. Are you touching yourself right now? You dirty girl. This really doing it for ya?” You giggle at his words , because yes this really is doing it for you. That overwhelming heat licked its way up your back and placed its hands at your throat as Eddie liked to. It sent shivers and shockwaves down your legs that would shake as they locked his hips in place. But his voice was the one thing that got to you more than anything, and he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“I just need you to fill me full ed's. Please?” There it is, just what he was waiting for. Wanting you to be so intoxicated on just the thought of him alone that you'd be begging for him through the phone line that crossed Hawkins airwaves.

Edie gripped his cock with a spit coated palm, edging his way from the base to his tip. Squeezing as if it was your pussy doing the work for him.

“You just want me to fuck this load straight into you yeah? Want this town to know that you're a little cum dumpster of forest hills ? Knocked up by the Satanist right ? I bet you'd just love that wouldn't you? “ His slick sounds rebounded into the receiver only to be met with the wet sounds you were making all on your own. A whine to your mewls as you thrusted two fingers in and out of your dripping cunt.

“Yeah that's right baby. Just need everyone to know your mine huh? “ You can't hold back your moans as his name starts to fall from your lips with a silent plea to let you cum. One he knows all too well as his name starts to become babble.

“Eddie, Eddie , ed's , fuuck please , please , please.”

“Fuck me. Shiiiit” his body is following his fist as his bed starts to thud gently against the wall and the springs in his bed start to squeak ever so slightly. He can't stop chasing that high and letting his chest rise and fall faster as he reaches his climax. “ Alright baby I'm gonna need you to be a good girl and cum for me. You think you can do this one last thing for me?”

When the words leave him you have already started your descent into pure ecstasy. The way your moans sound strangled tells him that you had dropped the phone in reaching for your throat to draw out that dizzy hazy feeling before coming down.

He arches his back off of his head board just in time to have his release shoot out so hard that a small bit lands in the fringe of his bangs while the rest lands against his chest and a few drops splatter against his lips. Licking his lips as he reaches for his discarded T-shirt he throws to the floor to clean his hands and chest off. He picks the phone back up only to hear you rustle against the sheets in your bed as you end a yawn.

“Sorry baby didn't mean to wear you out , although I wish it would have been in person instead of just over the phone but alas some days my powers of sexual expertise is just all too powerful.”

“Shut up munson.” a sleepy giggle leaves you as you fight your eyelids from closing.

“Get some rest babe I'll see you tomorrow yeah ?”

“Goodnight ed’s”

“Goodnight my love”

He stares at the red light on the video camera as he places the phone back into its receiver and slowly gets up to walk towards it.

“Well I hope this lives up to your expectations babe but just know as soon as you unwrap this I'm giving you your punishment for teasing like you did. Love you baby girl, Merry Christmas.” Eddie winks as he places his hand over the lens before shutting the camera off and ejecting the tape.

He writes an I love you in the blank label with the date in the corner before taking the tape and wrapping it in an old comic strip from the newspaper Wayne had sitting out and he sets the gift right under the tree. God he can't wait to watch you get all hot and bothered while watching him fuck his fist to your voice.

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gracev0609 · 1 year

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Bump in the Night

A self indulgent Josh blurb...

TW: 18+ themes, MINORS DNI, male masterbation

Word Count: 400+

Groaning as he woke up, looking at the alarm clock he found that it was only 4:30am. It was still pitch black in his bedroom and his dream was still fresh in his mind. Josh looked down at his aching cock and he swore that he could almost feel the tight pussy that he was dreaming about around him.

The need to finish what his subconscious started fueled his desire to grab his leaking cock in a tight fist. He shuddered a breath muttering a soft, fuck, as his cock got the attention it was craving. Pumping his fist around his length he could feel the coil in his stomach tightening, but it wasn't enough to reach the bliss his body was demanding. He needed to fuck.

"Fuck it," he stated into the empty bedroom.

He flipped over onto his stomach, careful to adjust his erection underneath himself so he could use his bodyweight to press himself deliciously into the mattress. Pushing his hips into the silky fabric of his sheets he braced himself on his forearms. He whimpered as he adjusted himself into a comfortable position, the pressure and friction on his cock feeling just right .

Slowly he pressed himself into the sheets, the plush foam of the mattress cupping his cock so nicely. Rocking into it he whined again, the slightest scratching of the fabric along the underside of his cock fueling him to push harder.

Josh clutched the pillow in front of him in his hands and fully braced himself so he could drive more force down through his hips. Thrusting wildly, his bed frame creaking, he chased his high. Images from his dream appeared behind his closed eyes, in his mind he wasn't helplessly fucking his mattress. He was driving his painfully hard cock into a tight slick hole. Pushing in to the hilt on every thrust.

"Fu-fuck I'm cumming," he babbled before he felt his cock pulsate his hot cum onto his formerly clean sheets.

His arms shook from exertion and his shoulders felt sore. He collapsed down onto his sticky mess burying his face into his pillow as he regulated his breathing.

"God damnit," he muttered as his mind cleared. Easing himself up off of his bed he ripped his sheets off of the mattress, wiping the drying cum off of his stomach and onto the ruined fitted sheet, he balled them up and threw them into his dirty laundry basket. Exhausted from his escapades he grabbed the throw blanket that had now fallen off his bed and onto the floor, laying it down on top of the bare mattress and tiredly flung his comforter back on the bed. Crawling into his makeshift sleep space he felt the tiredness and satisfaction in his muscles slowly easing him into a blissful sleep.

Fin.

#gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #sam gvf #jake gvf #danny gvf #iced chai universe

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fatgumsurpremacy-remastered · 1 year

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Handling it Riddler x fem reader smut

(Keepin the riddler pretty vague for this. Keeps hat and orange hair though)

Tw: male masterbation, pining after a friend, controlled orgasm??? You’ll see. A bit of a surprise, worries of delusions

@letstalkaboutfandomsbaby I remembered you’d liked this.

“The first time you make me you’re young. The next time you make me is in a public place. You lose me over time but you will stay with me and others forever. What am I?”

He remembered those eyes scanning over his face. Beautiful eyes looking for clues to the riddle.

He’d made it especially for you: at least he thought. He figured he could be a bit unimaginative at times. So he sighed as he sat at his dark table. Tapping his white pen against the blue graphed sheets pinned to his desk. He couldn’t get you out of his head. He’d gone off the radar and out of everyone’s hair for months now. Almost a year, so why couldn’t he shake you?

He could shake the first friend he’d made. The attorney that sought him out like he was the guys own daughter. Evaded the mad scientist who thought she could track him through plant traces.

Why could he abandon all of them but not you!

What made you so special: why did you stay in his head when he could kill off the memories of the rest?!

It was the way you acted. The way you smiled and listened harder than all else. Called him funny when he tried to be, and called him a genius for his accomplishments. Unlike others he knew you were real, you gave him undivided attention.

No one had ever done that before.

You were a grounding force to a man filled with helium and he craved that pull when he felt he was getting too close to popping. But you weren’t here were you? No no. You were safe and looked after in your pretty little apartment. True Edward went to check on you once in a while. Always in a clever disguise. Inconspicuous, unknown. You were safe from how he acted.

And still he wasn’t safe… from you.

Your influence kept him stable, from dying sure: he imagined your help as he got his cheap ass pizza bagels from the oven. He imagined you telling him to take a shower. And get some rest. And- and.

He knew he shouldn’t have but he imagined your help as he masturbated.

“Oh Eddie I dunno~” you claimed in a sing-song voice. “Is it a memory?” Ed shook his head and you tilted your head in confusion. “Then what is it.”

Ed tilted his head back as he leaned in his chair. He closed his eyes, not bothering to do his work right now. Pens discarded he worked on himself. Slowly he massaged a hand over his pants. Working on the bulge that grew there. He groaned desperately. Trying to clear the fog from that brilliant mind.

It was your hand wrapped around his own when you went to the ice cream shop. “They call this a super man but they’ve only got blue and yellow! Superman’s got plenty of Red on him.” Edward ranted to you as he shook his finger at the cone he got. “And it just tastes like vanilla. You'd think with technology these days that you could make an uncanny taste to the actual Superman.” You laughed and leaned in close. “Can I have a taste?” You said it so sweetly. Eddie thought you’d take a spoonful of it and go but he got a lick in the same time you decided.

His tongue stayed there as you licked a line up. He was dumbfounded, his tongue stuck out like a dog from an old cartoon character. You just laughed. “You’re right! Plain old vanilla. It’s funny how you explained it Ed- oh goodness. Eddie, your face!” You giggled as you saw his expression. “Do you wanna bite of mine?” He lowered his cone. “S-sure.” You scooped yours up. “It’s supposed to be orange cheesecake, tell me what you think!” Before Ed could take the spoon from you you fed him.

He smiled as he swiped his thumb over his tip. The color reminded him of vanilla. He wished he didn’t have to imagine that you were there licking it up. He grasped the base firmly and pulled up. The feeling sent shivers down his spine. He hissed through his teeth and he could feel something at his side though he wasn’t sure whether or not it was real. What he was sure of is that it felt like you. So he rolled with it.

“What you doin’ sweetie?” It was your voice whispering in his ear. “You thinkin’ of me?” He nodded, pumping himself a bit faster now, long strokes be damned.

Your voice chuckled at him, “Really, What are you thinking of doing to me Ed? You can tell me, you can always tell your best friend.” He gulped, trying to gain his wits again as he spoke. “I'm just admiring your personality. So kind you’re driving me-“ his hips stuttered like he was about to give in but he stalled them, “I don’t like the word but you’re driving me insane.” Your voice cooed back as he gripped the edge of his seat with his other hand. “Insane hmm? Tell me what you wanna do to me. You wanna put your cock on my tongue maybe? Stick it down my throat till I can’t see through my tears-“

Ed felt sweat trail down his neck and catch on the orange hair at the base. He felt fingers walk across his shoulder blades and switch position to hover over his neck. “- And cum. Down my pretty little pipes.” Ed howled in pleasure, feeling the warm butterflies of an impending orgasm well in his belly.

“Yes! Yes please. Please I can’t fathom life without you, it's ridiculous. I wanna pleasure you. I want to make you feel like a goddess I- just fuck I need to cum. Please?” His eyes swam with tears of his own and he heard the slick sounds his own cock was giving. “Okay baby. Cum.”

With that he could barely hold back, just a few more pumps and ropes shot out of his cock. Spreading across his new pants and all. It would’ve sent him into a pissy mood if his world wasn’t just rocked with his delusions.

His mind clouded and he searched for his clock for the time. 8:55pm. Close to the time he usually was already in bed. He groaned and made an attempt to move but found it was an action between a Herculean task and an impossibility. His eyes were fuzzy and seemed like they’d never been used before. He couldn’t even see the blur of colors that kneeled before him. He whined a bit when something touched his junk. His head flopped down in a lukewarm attempt at care.

“Shh Shh. It’s okay, I’ll clean this up for you Eddie.” He felt something hot press against him and he knew it wasn’t his imagination. Fuck his impressive sleep schedule, fuck his seclusion. If he’d known this was going to happen he would’ve drank some coffee.

“Just go to bed Eddie, I've got this.” He sighed, leaning back in his chair and relaxing. After all, how could anyone say no to you?

#riddler x reader #riddler x reader smut #Edward nygma x reader #Edward nygma x reader smut

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kit-williams · 5 months

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Unintended thoughts

For @egrets-not-regrets and helping me with some background stuff I'm so thankful that smut is an acceptable currency here.

Tag list: @bispecsual @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

and always @squishyowl for the dividers

TW: Male Masterbation

For Erriox it was a purely mechanical need. And just a brief application of force and again a mechanical gesture and normally any unneeded arousal was taken care of. He huffed in annoyance as today that simple and quick method wasn't working for him. Lenora was gone for awhile which left him either taking care of his need or ignoring it.

Just some extra care as Lenora would put it... his calloused hand slick with lotion moves along his cock as he enjoys himself. No real fantasy coming to mind just the feeling of his hand around his own cock... feeling the rough tightness as he lazily pumps his cock through his fist.

He didn't mean to think about Lenora... at first he kept dismissing those thoughts... but just the way she says his name... the slight roll she does with the r's when she says his name a certain way. He closes his eyes as Erriox swallows gathering saliva trying to push the thoughts away.... Lenora was nothing but nice to him... had opened her home to him... and he wasn't going to... to... he groaned softly as he thought about the way her short nails feel against his scalp as she runs her fingers through his salt and pepper hair. Hearing her coo to him asking if he liked that... her nails being too short to catch the scalp scars he has in a painful way.

Curse his mind as it starts to stitch together what he knows about her... he knows how much she weighs and his fist around his cock starts to adjust... and his mouth feels dry yet he knows he is drooling. Lenora wasn't unattractive to Erriox... just he hardly looked at mortals that way... he remembers the sight as he doesn't care why she was jumping but his brain is hyperaware of the way her hair bounced about freely... but also the way her breasts moved under her clothes.

Erriox groans out loud as he lays back spreading his legs as he starts to buck his hips in earnest. The slick noise that his cock and hand together make are a poor substitution for what noise her wet sex would make. Her nails and her own calloused hands against his stomach as she bounces on his cock... the faint blush over her cheeks and breasts as Lenora pants doing her best to ride him. Erriox like most Iron Warriors was stocky so even her own muscled thighs would be spread wide, having to rely more on her hands to help push her up to properly ride him.

He wouldn't let her struggle for long... his hands wrapping around her thighs maybe moving to her ass as he bucks his hips up hearing her gasp loudly as she would stop moving just feeling him thrust deep into her core. "Lenora." Erriox moaned as he squeezed his cock but kept thrusting through it.

He would thrust hard enough for her to have to rest one arm under her breasts as perhaps he was thrusting in a way to cause them to bounce. She would moan his name... mewl it... pant it... it would fall from her lips again and again. Erriox grunts as his bed makes no noise, no betrayal of what he was doing.... "Be good for me and cum on my cock." He lets the words that were suppose to stay in his head slip from his lips.

He imagines she orgasams with his name on his lips... a gasp and Erriox squeezes his cock once more moaning her name as those hot ropes of cum shoot out; being so pent up it seems as some of it hits a scar on his left pectoral. Erriox laid on the bed feeling spent and relief but with some nagging guilt in his stomach and a new need... he cared about Lenora and felt guilty of using her as a source of pleasure but she now was the source of the new need.

Erriox simply hoped she wouldn't fall asleep against him any time soon. He finally got up to clean the mess he made.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #gift fic #tw: smut #tw: masterbation #not my ocs #oc: Erriox #oc: lenora #iron warrior

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴘᴇᴢ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ/ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut, bondage, fingering, face/throat fucking, creampie/facial, squirting, male masterbation.

A/n: I made another part because why not, I love this man. Sorry not sorry. Who should I do next? I'm thinking of doing a Zhang hc because I didn't see much of him, he deserves attention and love too.

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Lopez is into bondage, he has a thing for tying you in many shapes and forms. He asks first since he wants you to be comfortable during the process.

While you're tied on, he has you laying on the bed and fucking your throat. He isn't too rough at first, but once you get the hang of it, he is going rougher. Don't worry, he often asks if you're doing okay since he doesn't want to hurt you.

Not only that but he is finger fucking your pussy, he believes since you're allowing him to abuse your throat, then you should be rewarded by him giving you a nice fingering. He is fingering you until you squirt at least three times.

Lopez for some reason likes lace on you, he loves seeing you wearing lace bras and panties. Seeing them hug your body, makes this man wild. He ends up ripping them off, but promises you to get you another set. His favorite color on you is black, red and pink.

If you let him have a pair of your used lace panties. He will masterbate for hours, smelling your scent already drives him wild, but this, sends him over the moon. He'll basically have your panties around his cock and fuck them, while thinking on you.

He is an ass man, but he'd also show your boobies some love. To him boobs are boobs, whether they're big, medium, or you got itti bitty titties. He will kiss, suck, lick, nibble and fuck them. He appreciates your girlies.

I believe that he likes to paint his seed on you. Where it's on your face, chest, or stomach. He loves to see his cum on you, even better if it's leaking out of your abused pussy.

1st position: Cowgirl, is one of the positions that Lopez loved to have you in. Watching you bouncing on his cock gets him off. Seen you become desperate while bouncing on him and see your titties bounce at the same time. He just loves it. Let alone the stomach bulge that you had done by him.

2nd position: Reverse Cowgirl, another one of his favorites. As much as he loves to see your face, he also likes to watch your ass bounce on him. This allows him to access more of your back, in which he gives you kisses and also plays with your pussy more, making you whine and moan more than you already are.

3rd position: Prone Bone, he loves having you lay on your stomach while he pounds into you. Those cute noises that you make due to the pleasure he was giving you, makes his ego grow. He'd also push your head into the mattress if he's feeling kind of mean.

4th position: Pretzel Dip, Lopez likes having you lay on your side while he pounds into you. Seen the stomach bulge from another angle, he adores. Whether you're human or a na'vi/avatar, you have a stomach bulge.

5ft position: Wheelbarrow, he isn't really mean during sex, but when he is, you're put in this position. You have to hold up yourself with your hands while he is pounding onto you and holding your legs on either side of his hips. It's kind of hard since you're basically using your strength to keep yourself up, but how can you since he is fucking you dumb.

6th position: The Seashell, if you're flexible, he will test your limits and why not by putting you in this position. It allows him to go deeper and he notices how you basically slip into oblivion. He loves to see you that way. For extra measure, he'll tie your ankles together.

If you ever use the safe word during sex, Lopez will stop right away and asks if you're okay or if you're hurt. If you wish to no longer proceed, then you both won't continue.

He'll get you cleaned up and cuddle you to make you feel better. He is a hugger when alone with you.

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ladyofbonten · 2 years

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Spoiled Little Brat

Spoiled little brat (Tattoo Artist AU! Sukuna X barista! reader)

Part of the Sizzling Sextember collab, I wanna thank @blueparadis for hosting this collab <3

TW: use of curse words, degradation, mentions of a gun (Very minor but rather be safe and add), and mentions of blood

Word count: 2785

A/n: If there are any spelling errors, don’t be afraid of letting me know.

MINORS DNI +18 content; Orgasm control, Overstim, S&M, degredation (Bitch, whore, slut etc.), Masterbation (f! recieve), fingering (F! recieving), oral (f! recieve) , hair pulling (M! reciving), biting/marking ( giving and recieving), Praise (if you squint hard enough)

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"Fuck, Gojo if this shit doesn't come off later I swear to god I'll kill you."

"Shut up! You and I both know you're going to be thanking me later for the railing of your life. I'm telling you, if you two have kids, you better make me the god fath- Ow you whore!"

He hissed in pain as he returns the slap to Y/n's shoulder. She simply rolls her eyes as she looks at herself in the mirror. Now, you may be wondering what this duo may be up to. Well, in long story short, their shift was boring and what better way to spice up their shift than to play truth or dare. Only downside, it was not going in Y/n prefered favor. Rather than daring and getting her best friend to do stupid shit, it flipped back on her.

"Are you sure this will do the trick?"

"Are you really doubting your best friend right now? Yes I'm sure."

He rolled his blue eyes as he grabs her phone turning the camera towards her.

"Alright, tits and pussy out, lets give this man a show."

This earns him a quick smack before Y/n grabs her phone then pushes him out of the bathroom. After locking the door she hears a small knock from him and can already see his fake puppy dog eyes.

"Aww come on Y/n! It was a joke~!"

"Yeah okay. I'll do the rest from here."

She laughed knowing he was in fact not joking. Now for her to complete her dare; to push her dom to his breaking point that he'll have to punish her. Unbuttoning her blouse and moving it to the side, she see's where Gojo had written 'Daddy's girl' in eyeliner across her breasts.

'I swear I'll kill him for this.'

She thought as she carfully sets herself up on the floor. With the phone propped to where it only shows her from the neck down, where his previous markings already seemed to fade. Pressing the record button, she gets started.

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"Hey Sukuna, you're still taking that 6 hour piece that Takeda was supposed to do right."

Asked Toji as he found himself in the doorway of his bosses office. He eyed Sukuna, who had been lying his head back in his chair to see if there would any reply before knocking on the doorframe to grab his attention. Noticing he wouldn't be answered, he knocks before asking the question.

"Sukuna?"

"Yeah?"

Sukuna sighed before looking at the older male.

"Just want to comfirm you'll be staying to tattoo Takeda's client that's schedueled from 1-7."

Standing up, he nods and tells Toji he'll be doing it.

'After dealing with another pissed yet stupid customer who got their now ex's names tattooed on them, I could use this sleeve to relax.'

He thought to himself before sending Toji out. As he's about to walk out, he hears his phone vibrate on his desk. Unlocking his phone, he checks his messages where he sees a video Y/n had sent. Without hesitation he closes the door, knowing her, he needs to be careful opening videos. Not even a second in and the speaker echos the sweet sounds of her moans. There she sat on the floor of her work bathroom with her legs open, the camera getting the perfect view of her fingers sliding in and out of her pretty pussy. Sukuna watched as she used her other hand to grope her breasts with silent pleas dying on her tongue as she brought herself closer to her orgasm. The tight feeling of his jeans agaisnt his crotch was getting annoying before he stopped halfway through the video to respond; 'Misbehaving already and it's barely noon. I'll deal with you later.' and send before pocketing his phone.

'So this is how we're doing things now little one?'

He thought to himself before walking out of his office to prep for the 6 hour session ahead of him.

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"I'm home."

Sukuna sighed as he took off his shoes entering their shared home. Peaking from over the back of the couch, Y/n lies watching one of her shows.

"Hey love."

She beamed as he walked by to kiss her forehead. Waiting for the ball to drop, she watches as he goes to their room only to hear the shower turn on. Confused, she walks into the bathroom where Sukuna stood shirtless with just his jeans on.

"Hmm, Wanna join little one?"

He asks before stripping off the rest of his clothing. Y/n nods before also taking her clothes off to join him. The warm water hits her skin as it bounces off his when he reaches for the shampoo. Y/n is pulled into Sukuna as he starts to wash her hair, massaging her scalp knowing that it soothes her when she's stressed. She doesn't notice it at first till Sukuna lightly kisses her temple asking if shes okay.

"Yeah I'm fine, sorry. What did you ask?"

"Have you eaten dinner yet?"

"No, not yet. I wanted to eat dinner with you."

She croaked out too lost in the feeling of his fingers in her hair. He chuckled knowing she enjoyed having her hair washed by him.

"Okay, we'll make dinner together then."

He whispers before they finish their routine. After their shower, they both make their way to the kitchen to start cooking together. As they start doing their own seprate tasks, Y/n gets stuck in her own thoughts as to why he hasn't punished her yet. With her lack of focus, Y/n's clumsy self catches her finger on the knife shes using to cut up vegetables. Sukuna hears her hiss in pain and checks in on her to see where the blad caught her. After assessing the small cut, he grabbed the first aid kit to help her clean the wound. As he finishes placing the bandaid down, she finally asks why he hasn't addressed what she had done earlier in the day.

"So that's why you've been quiet since I got home?"

He chuckled as he put the first aid kit back.

"Well since I know the unknown is most likely eating you alive, I'll give you the relief to know that I won't be giving you your punishment tonight. After having to deal with some rather unpleasent customers and an unexpected 6 hour sleeve today, I'd rather sit on the couch and watch shows with you tonight. Your punishment can wait for another day."

He sighed while encaging Y/n's body with his against the counter. He leaned down to rest his forehead against hers where they stood with their eyes closed in silence. Y/n reaches around his waist and kisses his jaw before apolagizing if she added any unneccessary stress to his day.

"Don't worry little one, the only stress you gave me was if I should leave or not since both Geto and Toji were in the shop today. You know how those two can be if left alone for too long."

He chuckled as he kissed her temple and tossled her hair.

"Dinner will ready soon, go ahead and start setting up the table."

He said as he turned towards the stove to finish dinner. Y/n smiled before sliding behind him to hug sukuna once more from his waist and kissed his back telling him she loves him.

"I love you too, now go set up the table. Food should be done soon."

"Yessir~."

she saluted while winking.

"Good girl."

He smirked and turned around for a split second to slap her ass as she walked away.

'This night didn't end how I thought it would, but it wasn't bad either.'

She thought as she set up the table. The night goes as it typically does, the two spoke about how their days went over dinner before watching a show and falling asleep. It was just an average night that would have an average morning... Or so Y/n thought. Stirring in her wake, Y/n feels like her whole body is vibrating. She attempts to rub the sleep out of her eyes but feels like her hands are bound.

"Wha- whats going on?"

She murmurred opening her eyes. With blurry vision she sees a figure sitting on the opposite side of the room in a chair.

"Awake now, are you sweet heart?"

Sukunas voice carried a little more bass than usual, and thats all it took for Y/n to realize what was going on. Straining to pull her arms close to her only to fail. Looking up she sees where her hands are bound to their bed, and the feeling between her legs, a feeling all to familiar; her vibrator. Quickly turning her attention back to the figure in the corner, there sat Sukuna shirtless in the joggers he fell asslep in the night before.

"Wait, you said you'd deal with me on another day!"

"Today is another day."

Sukuna said with a shit eating grin on his face. Y/n tried making a deal with him, but he shut every possible deal down when he turned up the vibrator. A gasp is pulled out of Y/n as she feels her own arousal grow, whereas Sukuna laughs.

"You know, I was very lenient with your antics yesterday. The videos, the photos, the attitude, and then acting like nothing happened when I walked in through the front door. You're typically bratty in your own way, but yesterday takes the cake for the most bratty behavior yet."

Sukuna tsked as he turned up the setting a few times. A shiver runs through Y/n body at the feeling as she tries holding back a high pitched moan.

"Don't hold back on me now, you were letting out small whimpers like the little bitch you are not too long ago."

"Suku-"

He turned up the setting once more before pulling the waist band of his joggers down to release his own aching cock. Slowly he starts pumping it as he watches Y/n trying not to cum on the silicon toy that is inside of her.

"Wanna try that again?"

"Daddy please?"

she let out a choked sob feeling the knot in her stomach about to snap.

"Please what? I'm not a mind reader, use your words."

"I'm gonna cum."

She whined as she turned her head towards Sukuna.

"Hold out a little longer."

He ordered before taking his time to make his way over to her. The sight of her body tied to the bed, nude, with nothing but pure submission in her eyes, drove him feral. But unlike his lover, he has a lot more self control and patience. Grabbing her by one of her legs, Sukuna lies between them leaving a trail of love bites on her thigh. Looking at Y/n who is caught up in her own pleasure, he pulls out vibrator replacing it with his digits and curling them in an upward motion.

"F-fuck fuck fuck."

She whimpered as he planted his mouth over her clit sending her over the edge. The feeling of her orgasm comes crashing down as she traps sukuna between her thighs while making eye contact. As the feeling of her first orgasm washes over, Sukuna continues to rub circles over her clit with his thumb as he pumps two fingers in and out of her knowing how sensitive she is.

"N-no, too much."

She murmurs trying to close her legs but fails as they're forced back open by Sukuna, who lies there wears a shit eating grin on his face.

"You were the one wanting to cum yesterday were you not? The one to act out in hopes to be punished, so wheres the same energy now?"

"It was dare! Gojo made me do it!"

She confessed.

"Did he have a gun pointed at you?"

"Wha- no of course not."

"Then he didn't force you to do anything. You did it all by yourself sweetheart."

He retorted with a sadistic grin plastered on his face. The feeling of the knot in her stomach starts building up again. The feeling of his thumb rubbing circles against her clit has her arching further into his touch which makes him laugh.

"Oh, such a contradictory of your words."

He smirked before getting closer to whisper in her ear, his voice dropping multiple octuves.

"Your words feign innocence yet your body reveals the true nature of the whore you are."

He proceeds to pull out his fingers before she can finish leaving her whining.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we're not done yet."

He says as he unbinds her wrists.

"On your hands and knees, now."

He ordered. Y/n wasted no time and quickly flipped over, pushing her ass out towards him making him smile as he rests his hands on her hips.

"Not putting up a fight anymore?"

He questioned mocklingly.

"Please."

She begged as Sukuna teased her by rubbing his cock between her folds, coating it with her arousal. Leaning over her, he kisses the back of her neck and nips at the shell of her ear.

"Please what? Use your words."

Further pushing herself back into him she sighs.

"Fuck me."

She barely whispers.

"Speak up Y/n, I don't think I quite got tha-"

"Please fuck me already!"

She cried out tired of his teasing.

"Daddy please I need you."

Theres a moment of silence before Sukuna chuckles.

" I'll induge in your little pleas, but only because you begged for it."

He purred as he wasted no time thrusting into her and bottoming out. They both moan as he does so, and then he whispers to her.

"That and I know you're a slut for my cock."

He pulls out and rams into her pulling out a half moan half scream from her. He continues this building a rythym. The lewd scwelching sound of him constantly thrusting into her echos in the room, the burning trail his hands leave on her skin, and the throaty groans that leave his chest vibrating against her back, drives her insane. Reaching for his forearm, broken pleads and his name fall from her lips.

"What happened sweet heart? All fucked out already?"

Whimpers fall from her lips as the feeling of her orgasm builds up again. Further arching her back is the only response he needs to pulls out.

"Not yet."

He groaned before flipping her over and hooking her legs around his waist. As quickly as he pulled out, he inserts himself back in her making her moan and entangle her fingers with his hair. Quick to build back the rhythym they had before, Sukuna starts kissing and biting her neck and breasts.

"Fuc- please daddy, I'm so close. I need you."

Tears slipped as she softly pled. The feeling of her orgasm on the verge of snapping and having to hold back was pure torture to her. With Sukuna's dark eyes meeting hers, he pulls her into a searing kiss and whispering.

"Go ahead little one, cum like the bitch in heat you are."

That's all she needed before she cried out as her orgasm hit. Dragging her nails against his back and biting his shoulder. Her orgasm was all he needed to send himself over the edge.

"Fuck, you're so perfect for me."

He breathly moaned in her neck as he released his seed inside of her. After finishing his last messy thrusts, he pulls out and pulls Y/n onto his chest to catch their breaths. A few minutes pass as she traces the tattoos that adorn sukuna's chest and he rubs small circles on her lower back.

"I didn't go too far right? I didn't hurt you in any way did I?"

He asked as he examined her wrists and kissing where the binds held her.

"No, I promise I'm okay."

She whispered as she holds his hand in hers and kissing the solf flesh of his palm. He smiles as he kisses her forehead and pulling her into a hug.

"I love you little one, don't you forget that."

"I love you too babe."

They both laid there before Y/n decides to get ready for work, only to be pulled back down in bed.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere."

He chukled as he pulled her back into his chest.

"But what about work?"

I already called us both out for the day."

He hovers over her kissing and smiling as she wraps her arms around his shoulders.

"I told you I wasn't done with you yet and its only noon. We have all day to finish your little punishment."

He said with a smirk on his face.

'Oh dear.'

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still

TW: very brief mention of possible suicide

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hot

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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BABE! what about some nsfw jjk headcannons….like the men using your spit as lube to masturbate…and u watch them 😋🥴

OHHH BOOY!! ANON!! Your brain has so many wonderful wrinkles!! A'ight BET!!

Thank you for requesting and hope you liked your stay here in the 10th Circle!!

NSFW TW/CW: Chains, Degradation, Spitting, Male Masterbation, Choking, Voyerism, Scratching, Sadomasochism, Ball Play...I think that's it...

JJK HC's for our FILTHY, FILTHY demonios!!!

"Using your spit as lube to masturbate...U watching"

Toji Fushiguro:

He likes to hold you down, pinning you to where your back was trapped, with a strong large hand that circles around your throat.

The feel of his rough callouses against your skin makes you moan, you love that he can feel your carotid beat against his digits. When he can tell by your heart rate how turned on you were.

He will move that hand to cup your face forcing you to look at him as he demands for you to open your mouth, "Let me see those pretty pearls, I want to see the back of your slutty throat."

You comply, arousal dripping between your thighs, opening your hot mouth. The anticipation sending shivers down your spine.

Its when he shoves his other digits into your mouth, choking you with his thick fingers, your drool pools into your mouth and escapes past his fingers down your chin. Hell let go of your face keeping you pinned with his fingers invading your orafice.

With his free hand you watch as he pulls his impossibly hard cock out of his pants, his swollen red tip drooling pre, and you'll moan like a bitch in heat.

"You like when I stroke this fat cock to you, Hmmm?...You like that my hand is soaked in your filthy spit, my own personal fuck toy." You will continue to watch the way his thick hand strokes from the base of his cock up to swirl around the tip, making his hips spasm with how good it feels for him. His adonis belt flexing, his breathing becoming labored, you moaned at seeing his heavy cock dribble thick streams of clear sticky pre.

You can feel the need between your legs throb, the need for your own release, you whine and whimper at the sight of his flexing arms and working hands. You want him to touch you, you want him to take his fingers and fuck you sensless, you want him to make you into his personal toy to be used over and over again.

Sukuna Ryoman:

"Oh, look at you, you worthless little cum dumpster...who would have thought..." The king of curses has you tied down by cool chains that bite into your flesh at your wrists and ankles.

You're adorning his collar made from cool steel that presses against your throat just right. In his hands are all chains controlling all your movements.

"P-please..." You whisper out a plea before he pulls on the the chains forcing your knees to spread farther apart while your arms are yanked over head. You moan at the feel of the harsh bite into your flesh.

You’ve signed up for this when you let him mark you with his curse. You matched his level of depravity and loved the way the pain blossomed into the pleasure throughout your being.

While your head hangs back, skin puckering in fresh goosebumps, you feel him come close. He chuckles huskily as you begin to feel him trace your flesh with those talons, lightly scoring your skin. "Look at me, you worthless little slut..."

You feel him reach and grab your hair, yanking just enough to make you moan gutturally, "F-Fuck, y-yesss..." Forcing you to look at him.

Through hazy eyes you watch his smirk grow across his features, bringing the thrilling chill down your spine, "What are you-..." He presses his lips to yours breaking the seal to your lips with his divine tongue. Pulling on your chains again you break the kiss crying out at the pain turning to pleasure making your arousal drip down to the floor.

"Oh, look at you, so wet from being my play thing." Tracing your features with his large, clawed, fingers he traces your bottom lip with the bad of his thumb. "I'm going to make you watch, but first..." Pressing past your lips with his thumb he forces your mouth open where your tongue flits across his digit. "I know you like it when I cum for you this way...So, you'll make sure I have enough lube to get both of my cocks to paint your skin white."

Eyes rolling back into your skull as he takes his other hand shoving two thick fingers down to the back of your throat where the saliva wells up and begins to coat his hand while is escapes past your swollen lips.

*🌶 'scuse me while I run a few laps after these two...I'm sweating is it hot in here...omg, the way I need these men!!!👁👄👁

Nanami Kento:

The first time you walk in and see him laid back upon his dark luxurious sheets, skin still wet from his shower, his sandy locks in his face and blush that creeps upon his cheeks makes you immediately wet.

He doesn't hear you, you're leaning against his door frame, you watch as his muscles twitch with the ministrations of his arms. He caresses and cups his smoothly shaved balls. Rolling them in between his large palm watching as his thick thighs move at the feeling of his sensative sack being played with.

His head back, making the veins upon his chest and arms protrude, while his other hand is sensually stroking his impossible thick cock from base to tip. You can see the slit shine with pre as his abs and adonis belt flex from every tease to the vein beneath his thick head.

The moan that rips from his chest makes you squeeze your legs together wanting nothing more than to feel him between them. "F-fuck..." Its a sinful whisper as you hear him say your name. Making you move without thinking.

You walk toward him and he feels the bed dip beneath your weight, he becomes embarrassed, you stop him from getting up, "Keep going. I want to watch..." His eyes widen at your demand and he smirks.

You spread his legs wider as he watches you over him begin to let your spit slowly slide out of your hot mouth onto his erect member. He lets his head fall back and he moans your name breathlessly as he feels the warm saliva begin to coat the swollen red tip of his cock. "Show me how I make you cum Kento."

Looking back down at you, with lust filled half lidded eyes, you watch as his strong hands use your spit you make his cock twitch and pulse beneath his touch.

He pumps faster, teasing the large dorsal vein, your eyes widen realizing he can't close his hand around his cock at how large he is. He begins to buck up into his hand the longer you watch him and moans loudly when you start to undo your shirt for him to see your skin below.

Knowing he needs both hands to encapsulate his dick and really stroke his cock, "Let me play with your heavy balls...Stroke that cock for me baby." He listens to your instructions and groans as he finally double fists his dick up and down.

Your hand cups and rolls his balls in your small palm, feeling your nipples pearl and your underwear become drenched, "F-Fuck, just like that...F-fuck, Fuck..."

You know he's close as you begin to feel his large sac tighten and see that he begins to crunch in on himself. Finally when he comes you watch as he cries out your name and spurts of hot seed begin to paint his flexing stomach. This man cums buckets...man has hyperspermia (just like Toji, Sukuna, and Choso...).

***Anon!!! I could only do three this time...this about ended me...ended my own panties for sure...omg you're brain!!!***

#2d men #jjk toji #jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami smut #nanami headcanons #toji fushiguro #toji headcanons #sukuna headcanons #sukuna ryomen #sukuna smut #jjk headcanons #toji smut

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ehimemo34 · 3 years

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Part two: NSFW Hawks Imagine: things go bump in the night

Tw: use of characters real name, praise, fem reader, oral (male receiving), degradation?, Handjob, masterbation

Requested by: yesitsmewhataboutit (won't let me @ you for some reason)

Hope you guys enjoy, please be kind and reblog ❤️

"now baby..mine turn" Keigo said smirking.

You swallow a small lump in your throat, as you move to sit up, still trying to catch your breath.

Keigo leans back onto the couch, pulling his zipper and boxers down, reviling his cock, you move towards him, placing your hand onto his dick.

You start to move your hand slowly up and down looking up at Keigo "mm yes that's it baby.." he says relaxing his head.

"this good?" You ask moving your hand faster, running your thumb over the tip, Keigo grunts as you do so "yeh baby bird it's great" he says "now come on..don't tease" he said leaning up a bit.

"okay honey" you said smirking slightly, you move your mouth onto his cock, sucking the tip "fuck baby..come on" he said grabbing onto your hair "suck this cock, I said no teasing slut" he said, his dominance showing.

You let a whine and move your head farther down, letting him fill your mouth.

"fuck yes that's it baby bird, you suck this dick so well" he said, gripping your hair more.

You move your head up and down, placing your hands onto his thighs, breathing through your nose "you can take more, I know you can" he said pushing the rest of his dick down your throat, you gag.

He starts to move your head up down faster, you gag around his cock, trying to breath.

"fuck~" Keigo says as he looks down, you started to rub your clit, getting off again as well "was one not enough for you slut? God your so greedy" he said.

You moan around his cock, finding yourself to get more wet.

You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, he's about to cum "fuck baby..gonna cum, gonna paint this throat of yours white you little whore" he said

You moan more increasing your speed, "shit..yes yes yes" Keigo says he bucks his hips cumming into your mouth, you let out a moan as you feel his cum seep down your throat.

Keigo pulls your head off, picking you up and throwing you onto your back again "naughty girl, getting off to sucking me, god your a little slut..I need to punish you" he said, grabbing your hands putting them above your head.

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smileysuh · 4 years

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a lil flipper

🌙 staring. Mark Tuan x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. you don’t think much of it when your boyfriend disappears from the adult table at a family event, but when little children start running around attempting very familiar backflips, you start to consider having a family of your own with the backflipper love of your life.

cw/ tw. breeding kink, fingering, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, guided masterbation, dirty talk, praise, degradation, etc... I pet names. baby (6), cock slut (1), daddy (2), etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 3k

🍭 aus. established relationship, idol au, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. petition for mark to teach his children how to backflip

It’s nearly time for dessert when you realize Mark’s been gone for a while.

The fact that you’re not uncomfortable surrounded by Tuan’s is a testament to your relationship with Mark. The two of you have been dating for so long that you feel like you’re with your own family, even though, in reality, everyone at the event is technically Mark’s blood relative and not yours.

You were ecstatic to be invited to the family reunion, and now, amidst the family, you're confident that this is where you want to be.

You’re beginning to wonder where Mark is.

Before you can excuse yourself from your table, which consists of Mark’s immediate family, Mark slides into the seat next to you.

He looks out of breath, and his suit jacket is missing. His once crisp white dress shirt is no longer pristine, instead it is slightly rumpled. The sleeves are rolled up to Mark’s elbows and his hair is a little disheveled.

In a less secure relationship, you may have wondered if Mark is cheating. Luckily, you’re confident in his love for you, and instead, your mind scrambles for a way to explain his appearance.

“Where were you?” you whisper, leaning in as Mark’s arm goes around the back of your chair.

“Uh...” He smiles at you, licking his lips, and you can tell he’s about to lie.

You sigh, rolling your eyes at him, “fine, keep your secrets.” you say, deciding not to push the subject.

The lull after a wonderful dinner is over, the catering team hired for the outdoor event begin to bring out dessert.

Your table talks about family gossip. It’s nice to be around Mark’s family, to have both of his sisters there. There’s a designated ‘children’ table for all the kids under the age of twelve, it’s somewhere on the property, far enough away to give Mark’s sister time to relax without her children.

Just as you’re thinking about how pleasant it is to be in the evening warmth as the sun sets, there’s a loud scream, then crying.

Everyone turns to find the source of the noise, moms at multiple tables jumping to their feet and reaching for purses containing bandaids and snacks.

Two kids are standing near the house, young boys. You think they’re the kids of some of Mark’s cousins, but you’re not sure.

One child is on the ground, and you watch a woman run over and demand an explanation from the older male child who is still standing.

You hear the distinct term ‘wall flip’ and immediately you look towards Mark. His skin is just turning red and he runs a hand through his hair, “crazy kids.” he says, picking at his cake with a fork.

The children are escorted to a table with their mother and everyone goes back to dessert. Conversations pick up again, and once more, peace blankets the event.

The kids table is starting to get a little rowdy as parents walk between tables. Some kids have ditched their ‘nice’ outfits, while others are sporting major grass stains on white linen pants.

Your eyes land on a group of kids doing odd half roll somersaults. Then a group of children run over to your table, “Mark!” they scream, all eager for your boyfriend’s attention.

“Slow down, guys, say hi first, this is Y/N,” Mark introduces you to the group of children, going through a list of six names that you can’t possibly remember, and the children don’t seem to care about being identified either.

Their eyes are alit with excitement, and the eldest boy, who can’t be more than ten, grabs Mark’s arm, “Mark look!” Then he steps back and does a flip.

Your breath is caught in your throat for a moment, panic taking over your body at the close proximity of the child to the table, on which he could hit his head, or knock over a knife, or-

The boy lands awkwardly on the grass, tumbling a little before correcting himself, beaming at your boyfriend.

“Wow Mark,” Mark’s sister says awkwardly, “you taught the kids to do backflips. At our family reunion.” She’s obviously not very impressed.

“Yeah-” Mark is trying to act like a mature adult while simultaneously wanting to show enough enthusiasm and support for the kid that just successfully did a flip.

“I think your flip was super cool.” you step in, showing support for the kids, Mark, and his antics, “just be careful not to hit your head if you flip to close to tables okay?”

The kids nod, “we’re gonna go do some flips down by the pond!” they tell you before running off.

“We should probably go make sure they’re okay right?” Mark asks, looking for permission to go with the kids and do more flips.

With a smile, you and Mark excuse yourself from the table. Mark’s fingers link with yours and he gives you a soft squeeze, then the two of you walk down towards the pond where the kids should be.

You find a nice place to sit in the grass, Mark’s nieces curling up against your sides while Mark demonstrates how to flip.

Time goes by, the sun begins to set, and you continue to sit and watch your boyfriend goof around with the kids.

You’re not thinking about anything in particular, just watching, just enjoying the sight.

Things begin to wind down and as the sun finally disappears, you find yourself on your way home with Mark.

“I think it’s cute that you showed those kids how to do flips.” you tell Mark, eyes down on where your fingers are still interlocked even whilst he drives.

Mark smiles, “really? I was worried you and my sisters would get mad at me.”

“Mad? Mark, you just taught twelve kids how to do back flips. I think Jackson’s going to be pissed that you didn’t make him your plus one.”

Mark laughs, staying quiet for a few moments. You can tell something is on his mind. He swallows thickly, sneaking a look at you when you come to a red light, “I think... I think I want kids.”

You register his words. You know Mark wants kids. You’ve talked about it before, not seriously, but enough to know that kids are on Mark’s life agenda.

“Like...” Mark takes his hand away from yours, and you’re about to protest when his fingers slide over your thigh, pushing your dress up to gain access to your bare skin, “I think I want kids now.”

His fingers brush against the wet patch of your panties and he chuckles, “fuck princess, what’s got you so worked up?”

“You,” you nearly moan, biting your lip between your teeth, “seeing you with those kids- I want a baby too.”

You notice the way the car speeds up and your go to close your legs, but Mark refuses to remove his hand from your core, “close your eyes princess.” he tells you.

“Mark, the road-”

“I’m just trying to get us home faster baby, close your eyes, you trust me right?”

You sigh and close your eyes. He better not pull this unsafe shit with you once you have a baby or you’ll have to fight him.

He slides your panties to the side and you wait eagerly for his fingers. One of his digits presses gently to your clit, drawing small circles. He rubs your slick around your entrance, then slides a digit into your heat.

Mark is quick to add a second finger. He begins to pump his fingers in and out of your slick, curling, he’s just about to hit the spot when-

“Fuck,” he mutters, pulling his finger out of your pussy as soon as it had entered, and your eyes snap open, you’re at the last left turn of the drive and Mark ‘needs’ both hands. You watch him quickly lick his fingers clean before placing both hands on the wheel, readying to turn. “touch yourself.” he tells you, “softly, you’re not allowed to cum.”

You whine but do as you’re told, your own fingers slipping down the front of your panties.

“Fuck, Mark, I’m so wet for you.” you moan, realizing that if he can tease you, you can tease him too.

Mark groans at your words, “yeah baby? What do you want me to do to you when we get home?”

“Everything.” you whisper.

“Tell me.” his voice is stern, low, aggressive. You love it when Mark dominates you.

“Want you to take me against the front door.” you tell him, sliding a second finger into your heat, “want you to fill me up, wanna make you cum over and over-” your voice goes higher as you work yourself closer to an orgasm.

Mark lets out a shaky breath, pulling the car into your driveway. He doesn’t even park the car in the garage, simply turns the car off and gets out.

You scramble to close your legs and get out of the car and are surprised when Mark opens your door for you, pulling you to your feet. His lips are on yours immediately, one hand grabbing your neck while the other goes for your hip, fingers digging into the material of your dress.

Mark presses his thigh up against your clothed core and you moan into his mouth.

Mark lets out his own growl, then he tears his lips from yours, grabbing your hand to drag you up towards the house. He slides the keys into your hands, forcing you in front of him so your back is pressed to his chest.

Mark’s breath is hot on your neck, “open the door baby.” he tells you, watching with a smile as you fumble with the keys. His lips begin to suck a mark into the skin of your throat, teeth teasing and making you gasp.

“Mark” you moan when one of his hands goes to kneed your breast. He tears the front of your dress down, exposing your bra, which he also pushes down to release your nipple, fingers pinching lightly.

It’s not lost on you that you’re still outside your house. Anyone could see you- you fumble with the keys, managing to unlock the door. Mark uses your body to push the door open, slamming you against it to close the door once you’re both inside.

His hand is once more at your throat, forcing your jaw up to look at him, “You like this baby?” he asks, his other hand going to your exposed chest, “like it when I touch you where anyone could see? On our doorstep,” he shakes his head at you, “what a little cock slut.”

You swallow thickly, “only for you daddy.”

Mark groans. You usually don’t call him daddy, but in this moment, the two of you are too deeply rooted in the idea of getting you pregnant to back down now.

his lips are back on yours immediately, body pressing yours to the door. He doesn’t even bother with the zipper on your dress, instead he just tears it off of you, ripping it up the middle.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” he tells you before latching his mouth around your nipple. You thread your fingers through his hair, moaning.

“Mark,” you whine, “Just fuck me.” you push the remaining fabric of your tattered dress down to the floor, leaving you in just your lingerie (sans bra, which Mark has also torn off your body) and heels.

Mark trails his lips up to yours again and you begin to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, eager to get it off. Once his shirt joins your dress on the ground, you turn your attention to his pants, undoing the belt at record speed before pushing your own panties down.

As soon as his cock is free, Mark pins your hands above your head. He pulls his lips from yours and you try to follow, but can only follow so far before you’re restrained by his hands. Mark grins at you, “sure you don’t want me to grab a condom princess?” he asks.

You wrap one of your legs around Mark’s waist, which is difficult with the position you’re in, “no condom, give me a baby Mark.”

Mark’s lips are soft on yours when he kisses you. He holds your hands above your head with one of his, his other hand is used to line himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing in.

His groan is shaky and low, “you feel so fucking good.” he tells you, letting go of your hands so he can get a better anchor, pinning you to the wall with his body. You immediately grab Mark’s shoulders, adjusting your angle just enough for-

“Fuck,” Mark slides into you even deeper, the head of his cock hitting a spot inside of you that has your tummy flip flopping.

“Oh my god right there!” you tell him, “Mark don’t stop!”

he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, pounding into your cunt over and over again, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “fuck baby,” he groans against your skin, “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that-”

“Mark just cum, cum for me-” you beg, unable to control the way your pussy is throbbing around Mark as you teeter on the edge, “please-”

“Want my cum princess?”

“Yes, fuck, fill me up-” you’re an incoherent mess, and when Mark reaches between your bodies to press his fingers against your clit, the chord in your stomach snaps and you cum around him.

Your moans fill the room and Mark presses his lips to yours, silencing you as his thrusts get jerky, his own orgasm hitting him.

You’re left panting against each others lips, and after a moment, Mark giggles. Then you laugh, “you ripped my dress.” you tell him.

“i did.” he untangles your leg from around his waist, looking down at your dress on the floor, “fuck,” he takes in your naked form and the high heels still on your feet, “you’re so sexy.”

Before he can kiss you again, you dance away from him, “i told you to fuck me against the door, but if we’re trying to make babies, I think we should at least go to the bedroom, don’t you?”

Mark smiles, following you.

“So what are you thinking, daddy?” you tease, crawling onto the bed and turning to look at him, “a boy, a girl?”

“A girl,” Mark says immediately, slotting himself between your legs, “hmm... but maybe a boy first, to take care of her.”

“She’ll have you, and six crazy uncles.” you remind him.

“True,” Mark is laying half on top of you, holding himself up, but pressing kisses all over your face whenever he feels like it.

“I hope she has your nose.” you tell him.

Mark shakes his head, “no, my nose is too big-”

“Your nose is perfect,” you tell him sternly, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

Mark looks like he’s about to fight you but then stops himself, shaking his head and beaming at you, “I can’t believe you want to start a family with me.”

“Of course I do.” you melt, brushing your fingers across his face lovingly.

Mark watches you for a moment, then sits up. You grab at him, trying to pull him back down, “Marrrrk-” you whine.

“Give me a sec.” Mark laughs, tearing himself from your grabby hands, “let me put on some pants.”

“Pants?! what about babies?!” you sit up in confusion.

“Here,” he tosses you one of his shirts and you begrudgingly slide it on, sitting up in the bed to watch your crazy boyfriend pull some joggers on.

“Are you... going for a night jog?” you ask.

Mark laughs. Once his pants are on, he approaches the bed again. He leans in to kiss you and you close your eyes, smiling into it. That’s when you realize he’s grabbing at something near his pillow on his side of the bed.

“Mark?” you open your eyes as he kneels next to the bed, holding a small box in his hands.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you to marry me for a while, and now that we’re talking babies-”

“Yes.”

“Let me finish,” Mark giggles, opening the box to reveal the ring. It’s just like you’ve always dreamed of, you wonder if one of your best friends told him what you’d like, “now that we’re talking babies,” Mark continues, “I want to be married to you too, I want to know that we’re doing this together, i want to be able to call you my wife.”

you feel your entire body swelling with emotion, can feel tears leaving your eyes before you can stop them. “hey, don’t cry,” Mark brushes his thumb across your cheek, “was it that bad?”

You shake your head at him, “Mark, i love you, it was amazing, yes, a hundred times yes-” Mark slides the ring onto your finger and then he’s kissing you. He collapses on top of you again, lips hot against yours, but the two of you can’t stop smiling.

Mark finally gives up, burying his face in your neck.

You’ve never been this happy in your life. Mark moves down to your tummy, pushing the shirt up. He presses a kiss to your tummy, “Can you imagine having a baby in here?”

You groan, “oh yeah, would be so sexy,” you say sarcastically.

“It would be!” Mark insists, pressing more kisses to your skin, “you’d be growing a lil flipper Tuan.”

“A lil flipper?” you laugh.

“Yeah, he’s gonna be the coolest kid on the block, flipping off shit-”

“So it’s a he now? I thought you wanted a little girl?”

“I guess I want both.” Mark shrugs.

“Then I guess we better get to work huh?”

Mark grins, his kisses going lower to tease one of your hip bones, “guess we better.”

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