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anawritez-posts · 3 days
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𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨
Summary: 18+ only. minors dni. Y/N tries to escape her controlling obsessed husband, he leaves a disturbing voicemail while she tries to find a way to leave him. contains dark themes and sexual scenes so minors pls dni.
Word Count: 2k
authors note: apologies, this is really long and unedited. but felt the need to put this out.
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You begin to panic as Tom says, “Now, drop the phone.” His voice goes back to taunt her, “cause I’m right behind you”.
You feel a presence behind you, you turn around and there stands your husband, your captor, the dark lord himself, Tom Riddle.
"Hello, love" Your eyes bulge out, your heartbeat begins to quicken as she begins to panic. As your husband intimidatingly takes a step towards you, "You had me scared there" Your eyes widened for a second, your unemotional husband cared? no, you shake your head refusing to believe this, he doesn't care about you. He just wants to own you, it's been that way since your third year at Hogwarts together. Tom just licks his lips, as he steps closer to you. "but only for a second"
Your heartbeat quickens each step he takes, your heart begins to sink. Why are you feeling this pull, Why out of everything, you want him to grab you? Why do you want nothing more than your husband to embrace you? You stand there, now conflicted listening to your husband's taunts. "But, I knew I'd catch you" Tom places a hand on your cheek, stroking it. You flinch at his touch for a mere second, causing him to release a slight chuckle at your defiance. Why did that chuckle give you goosebumps? Tom smirks at you, his wife, who nevertheless would always come back to him. He offers his hand saying, "Now come with me, I'm going to take you back inside"
You just stand there frozen, scared for what your husband will do. “I'm going to have to ask you a few questions about how you figured out how to get out here” Tom moves around you, taunting you as he begins his questioning.
“How long have you been planning this?”
He strokes his chin as he circles around your frozen state,
“So many questions” 
He brushes up against you, placing a kiss behind your ear. 
“Don’t worry, I’m going to take you back to your favourite place” and that gets you out of your frozen state.
“No, please no-”
“Yes doll, my special little basement”
“Tommy-”
He interrupts, “I’m going to get some nice candles and of course some rope. So you don’t try to do anything stupid again”
You just gulp, as his lips brush against your neck, “to you know, really set the mood” he continues he sneers. Tom goes to entwine his hand with yours but you stand there frozen, refusing your husband and his face hardens.
"Y/N Y/M/N Riddle, you take my hand right now. Before I choose to give you your punishment right here" For a brief time, your eyes flutter, and you want him to say it again. How did the mere mention of your name give you butterflies?
Tom circled around you one more time, until you were eye to eye. He grabs your left arm and begins to admire it, from the dark mark on your forearm to your wedding ring. The evidence of your entrapment to him.
Tom places a tender kiss on the sensitive skin on your forearm.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” he asks, it’s more of a comment than a question.
Though you never intended to become one, what kind of dark lord's bride would you be if you didn't?
It's not so much a title as it is a statement to the world. They refer to you as the queen of the death eaters, and it declares to the world that you are his. 
You’re a prize to be kept, trapped in this very mansion.
“You got me all worked up doll”
He goes to stroke your face, tears still falling down your cheeks, “only my beautiful wife can get me to feel this way”
Your eyes locked onto each other, and you can feel yourself giving in. 
How did this come to be, how’d you become a Riddle, the wife of the Dark Lord, the future mother to the next heir to Slytherin, the possession of Tom Riddle the third.
God, how'd she get so lucky?
Your eyes fall to your husband's figure, finally seeing the remnants of grass and dirt. The normally put together man looks dishevelled and unkempt. You felt guilt sink into your stomach, you caused this?
Why did she try to run again?
"Love?" Your eyes flicker back to your husband’s face.
Tom stands, his chest against yours, his hands now take hold of your face.
"Are you even listening to me?"
You gulps, your husband's intense eyes harden. "I'm becoming really agitated, you need to listen to me" he declares. "I’m sorry" Your cries. Tom just shakes his head giving you a disappointed look, dropping his hands. "Yeah? you're sorry?" He questions.
You begin to panic seeing your husband's stature begin to change.
That's not your husband anymore, that's the Dark Lord.
"Are you sorry that you struck my head?" Tom taunts as he takes a step forward, You then begins to take a step back.
Tom continues, "Are you sorry for taking my phone?"
YOU begin to feel yourself tear up again, anticipating what your husband is about to do.
"Are you sorry for trying to leave me?" Tom and You engage in a sort of dance in which you retract a step with each advance he makes. "Tommy-" You pleads, but before she knows it you're pushed against a tree.
“Take your clothes off” 
Tom leans in, his lips brushing against your cheek, “you know I wasn’t fully satisfied this morning, after you tried to service me”
He places a tender kiss on your left cheek, tasing your salty tears.
“So, I’m going to use you”
You close your eyes, as he kisses your other cheek before saying, “right here”
Another kiss on the tip of your nose, “outside”
Tom pushes your up against the tree, “on the dirty ground which I own”
You can barely hold it together, “Tommy please”
He shakes his head, “strip love”
You cringe, “no please”
“Take your fucking close off love, before I tear them off” and You for the first time glances around your and notices that the normally full backyard is empty. 
You don't know if you should be relieved or panic. Probably the latter. Is that why no one helped you? Your husband sent everyone home.
He smirks, understanding his wife's panic.
“I don’t care If you’re uncomfortable” Tom's hand is back stroking your cheek.
“You had me so worried for you” Tom confesses, your eyebrows crease. Still not used to your husband showing affection towards you.
His hand goes to stroke the crease between your brows trying to soften them, “you had me so uncomfortable all day” You watch toms hand stroke down to your lips, “you had me worried sick that you might have gotten away” 
He pulls in and presses a light kiss onto your lips before whispering, “now strip doll, let me see your whole body again” 
Your heart sinks, and with that you begin to undo your shirt. Correction, Tom's shirt. You swear you’d do anything for this man and that’s the problem.
You lift your short skirt, and pull down your underwear. Feeling all exposed in front of your husband.
Tom goes to admire your figure, “mm fuck, that’s what I love to see”
You can’t help the little smile that appears with his comment.
Tom’s hand goes back to your body feeling it, “your tits, fuck they’re beautiful” 
You gain some confidence as you lean into his hand letting him grab you. “And that ass” he pauses, giving it a slap, making you yelp.
“Fuck doll” he turns you around, your exposed front now rubs against the tree.
“Bend over, let me spank you” 
And you obey.
*Smack
“You’ve been so naughty” You shut your eyes, anticipating your husbands next few moves. Mentally counting each strike.
*Smack
“You definitely deserve this”
*Smack
“Bad girl”
And now why did that do something to you?
You move your hips closer towards him, he just chuckles.
“You like this don’t you doll” 
*smack
“Yeah, my little wife, my fuck doll”
*smack
“You love it when I spank you don’t you love”
*smack
“Is this why you ran away?”
*smack
“Well, tried is a better way to put it”
You bite your lip at that, both knowing he’s right.
*Smack
“You just wanted daddy to punish you?
Yes, you were caught, he knew you so well.
Sure, you had a proper reason to run away, the need for freedom. But you also knew that wasn’t possible. 
Ever since you encountered the enigmatic, menacing dark lord in the rear. You knew there was no way out. He instantly had you in his clutches.
*smack
“Oh fuck!” you groan, 
Your husband just smirks, “I knew you had a daddy kink”
*smack
“That’s why we had so many breeding sessions love”
*smack
“Because my wife, my doll wants nothing more than her daddy, her dark lord, her husband to breed this-” pauses to smack your ass.
*smack
“Tight”
*smack
“Little”
*smack
“Cunt”
You can hear him chuckle behind you, his arms wrap around your waist.
“You’re dripping”
You gulp as he turns you around.
“Look at me” he says, his eyes intense and commanding. 
“My love, you did this to yourself”
You can’t help but nod, as he lifts his hand. The same hand that made your ass red.
A tender stroke to your cheek, wiping the last remnants of tears.
“You promise not to run away from me?”
And you nod.
“Use your words” Tom jeers.
You gulp trying to compose yourself as you finally speak, “yes daddy, I promise”
A satisfied grin appears on your husband's face.
“That's my girl”
You can’t help but beam at his praise.
“Now, get on your hands and knees” 
You hesitate as the ground beneath you is wet, there’s a glint in your husband's eye at your delayed motion.
“Right there, yes in the mud” 
You once again nod, getting into position.
There's sloshing around as your exposed knees get all wet as you kneel on the ground.
“Fuck love, that’s it”
You spread your legs all for him to see. 
Tom bends down to rub your red ass, “such a slut” And smacks it one more time.
You yelp but are interrupted by the sound of his zipper.
You can’t help it but you begin to rub your ass against him, proving your husband right as your knees get deeper into the mud.
He chuckles to himself, “ You’re getting all wet and dirty for me”
And you bow for your dark lord, your husband, your daddy.
Tom taps his cock against your exposed ass. 
You can’t help but moan with anticipation.
“That’s it, tell daddy how much you want him”
He slides it down, teasing your slit.
“Oh fuck, please” you groan.
“Beg for your punishment” 
And you do, whimpers coming out as you begin to wag your ass. Pleading for more.
He slides it in, only to pull out.
It’s his turn to groan, “you’re so wet for me”
And you just nod, wanting more.
He places his cock through your slit and you grind into it.
“I need you to beg for me, beg for my forgiveness”
“Please daddy”
And he chuckles, as you tease his cock.
“I need more than that love”
As you now grab onto the tree holding yourself up as you rub against him.
“Please”
He halts your hips, holding his cock as he wags it up and down your slit making your eyes roll back.
“I won’t fuck you until you apologise”
And you groan as he teases the tip.
“I’m sorry daddy, please forgive-”
You sigh as he thrusts in before pulling out.
Tom chuckles behind you, “I’m sorry, you were saying something”
And you try again, “I’m sorry, my lord. I promise, I won’t ever run away from you again” 
“You promise?”
He gives your ass one more hard smack, almost pushing you into the tree.
“Fuck, yess! I promise you my lord” 
Tom grins, “that’s a good girl”
He finally starts fucking you.
“Now, tell me you’re sorry for running away”
I'm sorry!” you whine,
“If you run away again, I won’t be so nice and fuck you love”
You nod, trying your best holding yourself up against the tree.
“Fuck, the way you’re tightening up against me tells me everything”
Your eyes are closed, feeling immense pleasure.
“You’re mine, you have my name, my mark and soon my heir”
Tom’s pace gets quicker and harder.
He chuckles, pausing his thrusts, his hand going down to rub your back. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re already pregnant, maybe you are”
Tom gives one more firm thrust, “good, because you know. The second you give birth to my child. You both will be trapped with me-” he halts to thrust into you, “forever” 
“If you run away again, I won’t be so nice and fuck you love”
You nod, trying your best holding yourself up against the tree.
“Fuck, the way you’re tightening up against me tells me everything”
Your eyes are closed, feeling immense pleasure.
“You’re mine, you have my name, my mark and soon my heir”
Tom’s pace gets quicker and harder.
He chuckles, pausing his thrusts, his hand going down to rub your back. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re already pregnant, you probably are”
Tom gives one more firm thrust, “which is good, because you know. The second you give birth to my child. You both will be trapped with me-” he halts to thrust into you, “forever”
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viciousvortexx · 2 days
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Hush ~
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When you and Vergil need each other but can't be loud (good luck).
Vergil x Fem!Reader
warnings: smut, dirty talk, penetration, unprotected sex, choking.
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“Shhh, sweetheart, they will hear you...” Vergil whispers while you two are spooning, his muscular frame pressed against your back, the sound of his breathing so close to your ear all the time it almost makes tickles. “You're going to wake up the others.”
Indeed, you and him were spooning, a kind of a more intimate spoon, that's how it all started, a comfortable and innocent spoon, till Vergil was thrusting in and out of you, one of his strong and rough hands holding up one of your legs to make it easier to reach the deepest places inside your body. Usually, he would prefer to wait for the guests to go back home, but since everyone on the Devil May Cry agency decided to visit for a few days, it was almost impossible to have some privacy, except at this hour, late at night, when everyone is sleeping. The silence fills the house for the first and last time of the day, a good and a bad thing, because now you have to fight to not make any loud sounds, a task so hard to complete when Vergil is fucking you so deliciously from behind.
The half demon wasn't able to control himself, not when you were smelling so good after the bath, fresh with the familiar and addictive smell that only your skin haves. He was so hungry after spending so many days without taking you, and resisting was impossible when Vergil wrapped his strong and bare arms around your body, the indiscreet bulge on his pants poking you from behind, begging for attention. When you realized, all of the clothes were thrown to the ground, your neked body completely at his mercy, now there's no turning back, you are his, and it's clear on his crystalline eyes that he belongs to you.
A single cry escapes from your lips when Vergil picks up the pace, his cock buried deep inside your tight and slick pussy, the tip hitting the sweet spot that always make you see stars, and he knew it very well, the proud smirk on Vergil's face could tell.
“Hush, darling, I know you want to scream, but...” Vergil laughs low on his throat, both of you knows he wanted to hear those screams more than you want to do it. “... you're a good girl for me, aren't you? Stay quiet.”
Your heart skips a beat when Vergil starts to move even more fast and hard, making the bed squeak a little, he was definitely doing this on purpose to push you to your limits, it was working. Eyes rolling in your head, ready to moan loudly, but Vergil quickly covers your mouth with one hand, a slightly muffled gutural growl echoes from his lips making your skin vibrate, the light slapping sound while he pounds into you relentlessly, gods, you swear you could die right now.
“I missed you so much, my angel... I want to fill you up with my seed.”
You take Vergil's hand to place it on your neck instead of your mouth, he knows exactly what to do, his fingers carefully wrapping around it to choke you, how could he do this with so much care yet so roughly?
Sugar coated words falling from his lips directly to your ear like a prayer, a huge contrast with his choking and hips slapping against your ass, his warm body embracing yours from behind, and the world seems to spin around as you feel his grip on your neck loose to move his long fingers down to your aching clit, rubbing fast circles around it. Bitting down your own finger, eyes closing shut, your body prepares to the final act, it was too much to take, the orgasm washes over you, making you whimper Vergil's name in such a sweet way that makes him grunt in approval, and as if he was waiting for you to finish to have his own release, the half demon press his sweaty body on yours, holding you right on place, releasing a powerful load of thick cum that seems to never end. Vergil's hot breath comes shallow and ragged on your neck, the panting sounds and heartbeats are the only thing both can hear for a few seconds, till something like a snore, but way more scandalous and terrifying, can be heard from Dante's room, breaking the silence as you and Vergil laugh warmly together.
“I think we didn't wake up anyone, on the contrary, they seem to be in a... deep sleep, good.”
He trails a little path with kisses on your shoulder, his hands that were so rough just minutes ago while choking you now are gentle again, soothingly caressing your exposed arms. Vergil finally pulls out, humming satisfied, leaving a wet trail behind. You are ready to turn at him to cuddle, but before this could happen, you see Vergil's lips curling up into a smile while he disappears underneath the blankets, both of your thighs being spread wide open by his firm grip. “Remember, not a single word, sweetheart.”
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jomamaofficial · 3 days
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An Empty Vessel pt.3 (Dabi x Fem!Reader Dark Angst)
A/N: As promised, I have come with Part 3. I can’t lie, I did not expect to have so many parts to this series (me personally, I thought it would be a oneshot), but guys, seeing all the love y’alls are giving to this series is just AHHH. It fills my heart with joy <3. I urge you all to read the TWs and CWs because this series as a whole is just dark. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Substance abuse (alcohol, smoking), small mention of mass murder and a reunion with abusive lover. CW: swearing. Taglist: @marlenemckinnonsleftfoot @sukunasleftkneecap @istoleyourmanho3 @witherfag @porusuniverse @iluvoaldmen @genshinsimpforlif @shadowmoonlight0604 @simpsimpson2023 @crybab7 @kaeyastittysucker @jennieyeager @an-ever-angry-bi @gyarukitti Masterlist Word Count: 2207. Summary: Saira Uchiyama. His past had caught up to him in the form of a family– Touya Todoroki had no family but Dabi could not deny the existence of his. The existence of a family that had driven him to search for a name he had never even heard of. Dabi's fragile world unravelled; every single thread forced him to confront the consequences of his actions. Was it even her? The one he had beat and shut out of his life? Dabi’s mind hurt, because it finally intertwined with the realisation of the irreparable damage he had caused.
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Dabi has had his overcoat for a long time. 
It was the first thing that was ever made for him, and only him. 
He never had to share it. 
The material was light; he could move quickly without the weight dragging him down. 
The material was heat-resistant, so he didn’t have to worry about incinerating his clothes during a fight. 
His clothes allowed him to let go. Dabi could explore the forbidden fruits of his full potential because the material allowed heat to escape– because of the fabric’s ‘enhanced breathability’ or something. He never paid attention. But it worked, so he always had it on. 
Dabi made his way up to the roof, ignoring the small cries of his name from the distance. It wasn’t on purpose though– he couldn’t concentrate on anything else. His mind had to work hard to think about nothing. Because if his conscience took over, his chest would collapse. 
There wasn’t anything left inside of him anymore. That’s what he had recited every waking day of his life as Dabi. But God, he needed a cigarette– to fill that hollow feeling inside of him. 
A few long puffs always did the trick. Although it felt best when he was on the roof, legs hanging off the ledge. 
One of his favourite hobbies was to look at the city under the glistering stars. 
Yokohama never slept. The little toy cars had small people that were always going somewhere. Their blinking red lights mirrored the sea of stars on the bumpy road. At such a distance, where cars disappeared from one end to the other, that journey seemed so mindless. Yet still, everything felt like… like it was still in place. As if everything about this world was truly intentional. 
Dabi dragged a longer puff, throwing his head back, succumbing to the gentle breeze and his thoughts. 
But in the end, you couldn’t make out any face, let alone their identity. Everything became insignificant. All that mattered was the action. 
Dabi could distinguish between a walking figure and a jogging figure. Whether they were alone or with others. 
But in the end, everything else was insignificant when he was above them all. 
So far up, that if he fell– right now– he wouldn’t come back. 
Anyone could push him off.  
“There you are!” 
Dabi grimaced. His soothing bubble had been forcefully broken, and he was dragged back to reality. He had his suspicions on who it was. 
“I thought we could use a drink or two.”
His eyes glowered at the approaching figure. He could never be left alone. But when the bottle of scotch was handed to him, the interruption wasn’t too bad after all. Dabi jerked his head towards the empty space beside him. 
He could hear careful steps approaching, then cautious shuffling beside him. 
Had he stolen a glance in his peripheral vision, he could watch the gentle breeze tease her hair, sweeping it left and right. 
He felt a chaste glance on his face. 
There was a thin, yet strong wall between them. It was thin enough to talk through– although it left no room for subtlety. It was thin enough for them to warm each other. But if they tried to cross it, they’d have to break it down, and crush the other under the weight of the wall. 
There was a lingering sense of emptiness that filled the night sky. 
Empty smiles, empty vessels. 
She drew in a breath, but no words followed, as though she had forgotten how to speak.
“Today was…” she started, only to falter off into silence, her hands rubbing at her arms. 
Dabi had his overcoat for a very long time. 
It was the first thing that was ever made for him. And only him. 
He never had to share it. 
But it felt way too heavy today. And despite the gale tightening its frosty clutch, Dabi could feel his body heating up. 
“The plan was successful”, Dabi replied flatly, “that’s all we need to care about”. 
He pushed his discarded jacket towards her. She slipped it around her shoulders.
The League’s attack on downtown Esuha was broadcasted globally, and they had finally reached the headlines of every news article. 
‘Bloodshed Strikes Downtown Esuha as Villains Unleashed Devastating Attacks’
After years of failed plans, the League of Villains had finally succeeded. 
No man, no woman, no child was left. But it was all worth it. 
Wasn’t it? 
Their plan was the highlight of every media discussion.
Dabi took a larger sip of his drink, bathing under the serene wave which washed over his inhibitions. 
And the wall between them felt thinner and weaker. 
“D’ya think your mom would ever sacrifice herself for you?” 
The vivid images of fresh blood and visceral screams haunted their mind.  
“What did that woman say again?” Dabi asked, his voice cracking, “‘take me, but please, leave my baby alone’... That’s what she said right?” 
Both of their eyes lowered. The alcohol and the little food he had consumed was kicking against his stomach lining, irritating his abdominal grafts. 
“‘She has a long life ahead of her. Please, please, don’t kill her please’”, Dabi heard a sniffle. “That’s what she said before we…”  
He felt sick. 
“That’s what we do, doll.”
He met the pain in her eyes. They were a mirror. 
Dabi clenched his jaw before looking away. 
She did too.
Dabi began biting his fingernails, and her hands fidgeted with the glass. 
And then they looked at each other again, somehow closer than they were in the beginning. 
“I don’t know if my mom would ever do that for me… But, I-hm…”
A dry chuckle followed in a feeble attempt to humour the situation. 
But Dabi finished her unspoken sentence. 
“But you would, right? For your child,” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows and squinted, trying to make out some of the writing on the tall buildings afar. 
“Any mom would do that for her child.” 
“Didn’t you just say th-”
“Any good mom would”. 
No one spoke. But they shared a knowing look, before averting them back to the vastness of Yokohama. 
“But to be honest…” She took another sip of her drink. “If I had a baby, I’d never live in Musutafu.” 
Dabi let out a snort, thus earning a playful shove in return. 
“Oh yeah? Then where would you live, fucking Minato City?”
It was her turn to snort. 
“You think I’d live in a rich neighbourhood to avoid being a target of criminals and villains?” She scoffed, slurring out her words. “I know I’m the newbie but you have to give me some credit, Dabi.”
He rolled his eyes, yet they still urged her to continue. 
She thought for a moment, her gaze wandering off into the distance, before she continued again. 
“There’s this place, just outside of here. It’s called Yosai. It’s this remote residential area. And, um. It takes around 30 minutes minimum, to find any markets, or- or any offices or clubs, and you know, all that stuff. I think, for most people, it’s like- really boring. And that’s why it’s so isolated. No one even thinks of going there because there’s literally nothing. There’s a park, and a local school– I think, but there’s no one. Nothing. There’s these houses- a lot of them! A bunch of houses with no one to live in them”. 
It was weird, to be talking, uninterrupted, for this long. 
“I guess”, she shrugged a bit, blinking a few times. “Recently, people have started building roads and stuff for cars now. So they can actually do something. But yeah. Zero reported crimes and it’s been there for a few decades. So yeah, if I had a family, I’d go there”. 
She looked intently at Dabi, who didn’t say anything. 
But he moved closer, leaning forward, sitting upright. He scanned her jittering hands before searching in his pant pocket. He raised his eyebrows at the cigarette in his hands. She nodded. So he lit it, pressed the ends to his lips and inhaled before giving it to her. 
He watched her lips touch the cigarette. Where his lips were. 
“There’s actually this property under her maiden name- my mom’s. There’s still some legal stuff I need to sort out before it actually becomes mine. It’s like this, it’s so stupid, because it’s like obviously none of us use that maiden name anymore. But because of that they can’t give it to us. I don’t even know… But I guess it’s nothing too difficult”. 
“Ah”. That was all he could say. But when he peered into her expectant eyes, there was a sudden need to elaborate. Anything better than ‘ah’ at least.
Dabi felt dizzy. 
“Umm… What's your mom’s maiden name?” 
When his delayed voice finally caught up to him, Dabi winced. “Fuck”, he muttered. It was a stupid question, but he wanted to make sure that she knew he was listening. 
“It’s Uchiyama.” 
They were closer, breaths intertwining with each other under the watchful eye of the moon. 
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There weren’t any buses that travelled from Musutafu to Yosai. Dabi made his journey by foot. 
Thus, during this four day journey, Dabi became well acquainted with people.
And he noticed that a lot of people in Japan had blue eyes. After the emergence of quirks, blue became a common colour for many. The truly rare ones were pink, or purple now.  
But Dabi’s eyes… they were different. 
His eyes. 
They were handpicked from the colours in the cerulean depths of the stormy sea. Whispers of secrets remained untold– that’s why no one could have the eyes that he had. 
Never. 
They were gleaming– echoing the beauty of the lights in the North. Depending on how you looked at them, they were teal, or sapphire. One thing was indisputable– the arctic chill they’d give when he’d pierce into your soul was breathtaking. 
His eyes. 
They were simply breath-taking. 
So when he towered over a small frame, gaze lowered, he could not explain the way his heart forgot to beat when he stared into a perfect replica of his eyes. 
With each beat, lost time unfolded in front of him. 
And he noticed the slight difference in the silent expanse that he had gazed into. 
There was an innocent reflection of the North Star twinkling in their genuine, rolling waves. Dabi’s eyes were an abandoned lighthouse. 
But, what alarmed him the most, was when those flawless replications turned frozen. Dark. 
Petrified. 
Dabi's heart ached as those eyes formed fog and mist, obstructing him from reaching the truth that was hidden beyond the plane of sight. 
His knees surrendered under the accumulating guilt of his past. And so his tears fell, trying to escape the grief and strain his weak body had repressed for so long. 
“Honey, are you okay? Who’s at the door?”
Icy tendrils spiked through him, and his breath was captured without a fight. In the wake of realisation, his body signalled all the alarms they could, telling him– no, begging him to run, but, his blood had turned to ice, and he succumbed in the paralysing grip of his inevitable fate. 
“Sana, are you okay…” 
He heard the voice taper away, followed by a sharp clink of a metal spoon. His laden head fixed itself downwards in shame, guilt, fear…  
“Dabi…?” Those words drifted out in a hushed tone. As if they were trying to protect the young girl, who now hid behind her mother. 
He braced himself for the hardest task he would ever have to face.
And in that split second, his breath had returned, and he let out a short exhale when he finally saw that face materialise from his past. 
Y/N. 
It was you. Saira Uchiyama. 
After 6 years, 8 months, and 19 days of navigating through the circular journey of denial, anger, bargaining, and depression, Dabi finally had the chance to reach the beacon of acceptance. 
His shoulders slumped, as short breaths hiccuped through the dark caverns of his chest. 
He had finally found you. 
And he had finally found the end to his coveted quench, which yearned for a solace, only to be found in your longing embrace. 
Softly, a bewildered whisper escaped his lips, barely denting the silence around them.
“Doll…?” 
Dabi watched as the maturer skin scrunched together, deep lines frowned at him. As the tenderness in your heart had to be locked away inside an untouchable crevice in your body. 
You pushed your daughter behind you, blocking Dabi’s protesting hands before they touched her.
“Sweetie, I need you to go upstairs okay”, you ordered sternly. 
“Mommy, he’s scaring m-” 
“Sana. You need to go upstairs. Lock the door and close your windows.” 
Sana.  
Her name was a painful reminder of the blank pages he had failed to fill as her father. How could he have written anything? 
He didn’t even know what the title was. 
“Never fucking come near my family again”. 
Those blank pages began to rip. 
“You disgusting freak”. 
The blank pages had burned to ashes, and Dabi was left outside on the suburban patio of a perfect neighbourhood. 
Maybe, if he found a place to wash his face, he could blend in with the garbage. 
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m1lkycrxxmpie · 2 days
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⟢ ﹒ Overstimulating Him (Ft. Sub BF)
Summary: Your BF (insert character name) woke up in the morning at a regular time as usual but there was a problem. He woke up from an erotic/intimate dream that was about you, but what made it worse was he kept thinking about it whenever he tried to clear his mind, but anyways more-so to solve his problem he shyly asks you to help him!
— NSFW, MDNI 18+
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Well it wasn’t exactly a regular day for you guys when ya’ll first woke up. Thank god, there was no noisy alarm clock.
His head was too heavy to get out of bed, and his limbs were so heavy they almost seemed numb. He lay there in silence for several minutes, staring blankly at the ceiling. A few minutes passed where, he decided to turn over to face you.
Your face was still buried in your pillow, but even though it was only an inch or two away from him, he couldn’t really see it. Just darkness. Your hair fanned across your pillow, your chest moving up and down with each slow breath. It made him feel warm inside. You were so… cute.
He sighed and turned to face you again, trying not to move around too much as he did.
“Babe…?” His voice came out a little hoarse.
You didn’t reply, just hummed in response.
“Babe wake up…” Nothing. He gently shook you by the shoulders, trying to wake you up a bit more.
Finally, a small groan came from the back of your throat. You blinked sleepily at him, before rubbing your eyes and slowly sitting up straight.
“I…need your help..” He whispered hoarsely. You looked at him with confusion and concern on your face.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong babe?” You said softly. He leaned down towards you to kiss your forehead, before pulling you into a tight hug, burying his face against your shoulder.
He felt so embarrassed he might cry.
“It’s embarrassing, I know. But I can’t stop thinking about…you know…” You nodded in understanding.
“I had this dream where we’re in some sorta. . .intimate ...moment and then we’re like...together naked and it was amazing and all, I mean it was great. And... now I’m in a bit of a predicament… And I have no idea how to help myself with all these stupid thoughts that keep popping up when I try to concentrate or think about something else.” He quickly grabbed the shark plush displayed on the bed beside him and hid his face into it, muffling the whimpers that wanted to escape through his lips.
His girlfriend rubbed soothing circles on his back and ran her fingers through his hair, hoping to calm him down. She smiled fondly, thinking to herself that this is probably the best thing that could happen right now.
“Shh honey… I understand… I can try to make you feel better like always , if that’s what you want me to do. Just let me know. I love hearing you talk, you know. Even if you’re a little crazy when you go off about your hyperfixations. I can listen to you all day.” Her words calmed the panic that threatened to take over.
He peeked from behind the plush toy, looking at her with his one eye. Her expression told him she meant every word. His mouth curled up into a soft smile, and a chuckle escaped from his lips.
He kissed her cheek sweetly, before turning over onto his back once more, still holding the plushie tightly. She smiled brightly, loving the feeling of him hugging her close.
“Could you help me then? Please.” The last part was muffled into the plushie, but it was clear he needed comfort in another way,
She held back a giggle and laid down on top of him. She pulled him tightly against her body, allowing his face and arms to be hidden against her shirt.
He squeezed her tighter, burying his face in her collarbone.
“I’m here Honey, don’t worry…” She whispered.
“If it makes you feel any better, I love listening to you talk. When you’re passionate, I feel like there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to hear you talk. That’s what makes you unique and wonderful. So don’t ever forget that okay?”
He nodded against her.
As long as she was with him, he could face anything. She smiled and planted small kisses on his forehead.
After a minute, she sat up and placed a finger on the side of his neck. He looked up at her questioningly, and she grinned and began tracing tiny circles on his skin.
The gesture helped calm down his racing pulse and anxiety slightly. He had a tint of pink across his face as he pointed to his pants and mumbled under his breath.
“Help me with them please…”
She chuckled.
She untied his pants easily, sliding down them until they pooled around his feet. He tried not to look at her as she reached for the hem of his boxers, and lifted the waistband. His breathing picked up speed. She smirked teasingly.
“Is this okay?” Before answering, he simply nodded.
She pushed his boxers down enough to reveal a large erection, which she gently traced with her hands and kissed. He gasped and pressed himself closer to her, feeling her tongue slide across his sensitive tip.
As she stroked him lightly, it sent chills down his spine. “I’ve heard men get so excited just from being touched.” She teased.
Her hand moved from his cock to stroke his balls, causing him to whimper quietly.
He gripped her hair, tugging lightly on a strand. “That feels good doesn’t it?”
‘Damn right it does’ was the unsaid thought.
Her nails raked down the length of his cock, causing him to squirm and moan quietly.
“Good boy.” She praised, before continuing to tease him further.
He let out a deep sigh, trying to control his breathing, while her tongue began to swirl around his cock, teasing his slit, and sucking him roughly like he was the last source on the earth. She sucked a particularly hard peak, causing him to shudder.
The sound he made was primal, yet erotic.
“You like that?” She asked huskily in his ear, causing his head to jerk forward.
“Mm hmm, just like that…” The words slipped past his lips without thinking about it, before his breathing returned to normal.
If she tried to come up and tried to tease him he would instinctively push her head back down onto his dick. She understood why he was so tense, but the sight of him panting and flushed was definitely worth it.
“Mmh-…Fuck~” Was all he could manage to say in between panting breaths. She kept going down on him almost to the point where she is practically gagging on his cock, causing him to thrust up against her mouth. His legs trembled as he bucked his hips frantically in response to her efforts. His heart pounded in his chest and the scent of sweat mixed with arousal filled the air.
It was almost nauseating to breathe. Almost.
He could handle anything short of that.
He bit down on his lip harshly as his mind was consumed with images of you and her fucking him senseless as well.
Not only was he acting pathetic, he couldn’t deny how good he felt, but he was becoming too overstimulated to the point where he was afraid he was gonna cum soon.
A few moments later, he released an audible groan, and the tension left his muscles as he felt his entire body relax, sinking down onto the mattress as his orgasm faded. He let out a whine and buried his face in the plushie once more, completely ignoring everything else around him except you.
“...I’m sorry I feel like such an asshole for pushing your head down onto my dick like that…” He muttered softly, voice full of guilt. She gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.
“Oh c’mon baby, it’s fine… you know I don’t mind it at all…” She cooed softly in response.
His blush deepened even more and he buried his face in the pillow. He knew she was teasing him again, but she also understood that he was extremely embarrassed. She shifted herself up on her knees above him and pecked his cheek.
He finally turned his head to meet her gaze, and she cupped his jaw and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Just so you know, I would do absolutely anything for you…” She whispered in his ear. His eyes widened, a small smile playing upon his lips. He loved hearing those words from you.
It made him feel so special to someone other than his father who had never been truly interested or interested in him.
She leaned down to place her lips directly next to his ear. “I love your voice…” He said softly.
“Your voice is like music to my ears…” She continued, her own cheeks flushing a light pink.
They both blushed like teenagers and shyly glanced away. She brushed her hair out of her face and smiled warmly at him. He returned the smile and kissed her passionately, pulling her flush against his chest.
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‧₊˚✩ - Freminet, Ga-Ming, Itadori Yuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Scar, Kiryu Twins, Boothill, Sampo Koski, Nuevillette, Wriothesely, and Many More. . .
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A/N: This is kind of like a bit self-indulgent because this is based off a fun time with my boyfriend, although yes yes I already know to get the other requests done !!
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bitchesuntitled · 21 hours
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Paper Rings
Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader
Warnings: MDNI blog in general is 18+ go on now, get. Fluff, innuendos, panicked Marcus, cussing, think that's it?
Summary: Marcus wants to ask you an important question.
Mood board made by the amazing @jay-zzle, divider made by @saradika-graphics
Prompt by: @swiftispunk, let me know what ya think!
thank you @notjustjavierpena for taking a look at this and helping me with it! ❤️
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Tonight’s the night, Marcus thinks on his drive home. He’s going to ask her to marry him. After their first date, he knew deep down she was the one. Three years later and the feeling hasn’t changed. He’s asked her dad’s permission, the ring has been sitting in his dresser for months now, the reservations have been made at Mastro’s Steakhouse. He clicks the remote for the garage as he pulls into the driveway, taking a deep breath in and out before getting out of the car and going into the house.
You hear the door open downstairs; Marcus must be home. Just in time too; he had told you earlier this morning about making reservations somewhere and to dress pretty like you always do. Working on the finishing touches of your makeup, you see his reflection in the bathroom mirror smiling at you, leaning against the doorway.
“Hey babe,” you greet him with a warm smile, “I am almost done. Is there anything you need to do to get ready?”
“Not much,” Marcus responds, walking away from the doorway to the dresser, glancing over his shoulder to make sure you’re still in the bathroom, and slowly opening the drawer he knows the ring is in, “Need to use the bathroom before we go and might change my suit jacket.” His hand creeps to the very back of the dresser, feeling for that velvet box he knows all too well is there. His fingers touch it, grasping it in his hand, quickly pulling it out, and shoving it into his jacket pocket just as you’re leaving the bathroom. He shuts the drawer quickly and turns to look at you.
“What are you doing?” You ask, giving him a suspicious look.
“Nothing,” he replies, raising his eyebrows, noticing the lone pair of socks on the floor that escaped the drawer as he was pulling the ring out, “Was going to change my socks. My feet feel gross.”
“Okay?” You giggle, shaking your head, getting your shoes on, “Weirdo.”
“Shush, you love me and wouldn’t have it any other way.” He grins at you, picking up the socks and going to sit on the bed.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You grin, “Will you help me with the back of my dress?”
He helps zip your dress up, giving the back of your neck a light kiss, shucking off his suit jacket, and laying it on the bed on his way to the bathroom.
“I’ll meet you downstairs.”
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“Where are we going?” You ask, looking over at Marcus, waiting for the red light to change.
“Now what’s the fun in telling you when it is supposed to be a surprise?” He says, squeezing your thigh, “Patience.”
You roll your eyes and scoff. The car starts moving again when the light turns green. Marcus is so meticulous in everything he does. Always has a plan, a certain way of doing things, likes to be spontaneous to an extent but usually always a set schedule. You love those things about him, he’s the comfort in the chaos that life can sometimes be. He pulls  into one of the fanciest restaurants in Washington D.C.
“Oh my god, Marcus,” you whisper, “How on earth did you get a reservation?”
“I was able to make some calls,” he says, stepping out of the vehicle, making his way to your door. “Had some people who owed me some favors.” He explains, opening your door for you and offering his hand. You take his hand and let him lead you. Handing off his keys to the valet. Walking into the restaurant you are greeted by the hostess.
“Good evening, sir,” she says with a bright smile, “Name?”
“Should be under Pike.”
“Ah yes, right this way.” She says, marking in the book and grabbing a couple menus before leading the way.
You cannot believe your eyes looking around at this place. There is a bar, a live jazz band playing, and plenty of couples sitting at the other tables.
“Is this table okay, Mr. Pike?” The hostess asks when she stops at an empty table.
“It’s perfect, thank you.” Marcus smiles, stepping over to the chair closest to you and sliding it out for you.
“Your waiter will be right with you.” She says, giving a small nod setting the menus down on the table.
You sit in the chair, grabbing the menu, watching Marcus move to the other side of the table to sit down across from you.
“So, Mr. Pike,” you smirk, “What on earth is the special occasion?”
“Just wanted to take you somewhere nice,” he replies, cocking an eyebrow, “Is that not allowed?”
“You’re up to something.”
“I am not,” Marcus grins, opening his menu, “What do you think you’ll have?”
“I’m thinking the salmon, although those crab cakes would be a good start, don’t you think?”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
“Good evening and welcome to Mastro’s Steakhouse, I’m Jared and I’ll be your waiter this evening.” A young man who approaches the table says, “Can I get you two something to drink?”
“I want whatever wine pairs the best with the New York strip, sweetheart?”
“You know, I’ll think I’ll do the same thing he’s doing, Mr. Wine Connoisseur over there,” you laugh, “Whatever pairs well with the salmon dish.”
“Alright, I will ask the chef what he thinks would be the best.”
“Oh!” You say as Jared starts to leave the table, “Crab cakes! We want the crab cakes as our appetizer.”
“Of course, ma’am.”
It’s now or never, Marcus thinks. The evening went exactly how he wanted it to, the meal was fantastic, the wine amazing, the dessert ordered to go will be arriving soon. This is the perfect moment to ask her.
“You know,” Marcus says, grabbing your hands, rubbing them softly, “You were right, I do have something special planned for us.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Marcus takes a deep breath in and lets it out, “Babe, I knew from the moment that I met you I wanted to be with you.”
He pulls your hands to his lips and gives them a soft kiss.
“After our first date, I knew you were the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.”
He stands up and gets down on one knee. You can hear people begin to whisper around you, watching the scene before you unfold.
“Oh my god” You say holding his hand tighter, “Marcus?”
“Baby, I love you so very much and I—” he says, patting the pocket of his suit jacket. “Fuck.”
“Babe?”
“No, no, no,” Marcus says, frantically searching his suit jacket and pants. “This isn’t how it was supposed to go.”
“Marcus,” you say, holding his face, “Look at me.”
He looks up at you with those big brown eyes you love. “I swear there’s a ring. I changed my jacket not even think—"
“Babe, I don’t care.” You smile, interrupting his panicked ramblings, “Ask me.”
“But the ring?”
“Don’t care, ask me.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck slotting your mouth against his. You can hear several of the other patrons clapping.
“Congratulations!” Jared says, returning to your table with your dessert.
“Thank you!” You say, beaming with joy.
On the drive home you can’t stop smiling like an idiot while holding Marcus’ hand. This is everything you dreamed about as a little girl; finding the perfect person to spend your life with and that is Marcus through and through.
“I still can’t believe I forgot the fucking ring!” Marcus says, shaking his head.
“Babe, you could’ve asked me with a ring made of paper and I would’ve said yes,” you laugh, “That’s the last thing I care about.”
“Well, a paper ring would be better than nothing!”
Approaching a gas station on the side of the road, an idea popped into your head.
“Stop!” You yelp, “Stop at that gas station!”
Marcus gives you a sideways look but pulls in regardless. Never one to refuse your requests.
“Cash?” You ask with your sweetest smile.
“Why’d we stop here?” He asks, rolling his eyes while getting his wallet out and handing you a twenty. You just give him a mischievous grin while getting out of the car. The door dings when you step into the gas station, making a beeline to the candy aisle and finding exactly what you were looking for: A bag of ring pops. Unable to contain your excitement, you let out a little squeal while grabbing them and head to the front.
“That’ll be $4.98.” The cashier says after ringing up your candy. You slap the twenty down on the counter and grab the bag running out.
“Thank you! Keep the change!” You shout behind you.
Getting back to the car, you see Marcus shaking his head trying to hold in his laughter. You make quick work of opening the bag, getting one singular ring pop out, and opening that as well, tapping on his window quickly, telling him to get out of the car.
“What on earth are you doing, honey?” Marcus laughs, opening the car door.
“You said something would be better than nothing,” you laugh, “Here’s something!”
You hand him the ring pop. He shakes his head looking at it.
“Baby,” Marcus starts looking up at you. “A ring pop? Really?”
“Marcus!” You huff, crossing your arms, “Are you gonna ask me?”
“Here?!” Marcus looks at you with surprise, looking at the ground, “Babe, this is a gas station parking lot!”
“And?”
“Babe, my pants—“
“Marcus Vincent Pike,” You scold, giving him a look that he knows means business.
“Okay, okay,” He says laughing, grabbing your hand, sliding out of the seat of the car with one knee on the ground, “Baby, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”
“Duh!” You say, jumping up and down as he slides the ring pop onto your finger. “It’s beautiful!”
Marcus bursts into laughter as you shove the ring pop into your mouth. “Tasty too!” You say after popping it out of your mouth.
Marcus grabs your hand, lifting it to his mouth, pushing the ring pop in, hollowing his cheeks a little, letting out a soft sigh. You can feel your mouth getting dry while you watch him suck on the ring pop. The makeshift engagement ring makes a soft pop as he lets it leave his mouth.
“I can think of something that’s sweeter,” he says with a sly smile and wink, letting go of your hand.
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itspileofgoodthings · 3 months
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also I had a breakthrough today that I had in fact overthought a Specific Problem to Death and that I had created a monster in my own mind and that’s why it felt like I was being eaten alive every time I tried to solve it.
#not to put too fine a point on it but that’s what happened with the whole is Maria going to become a nun question tbh#and I needed a counselor to say to me objectively and yet also crucially without any knowledge of me or my past:#you have overthought this and now you’re terrified of it#anyway it’s so obvious but it came home to me today. slowly.#like it was just like. Oh. You did it again#you’re terrified of this because you have thought of every possibility and every outcome and every twist and turn and shadow—-#until it has become a bloated demon in your mind that is totally separated from reality#while made up of real facts and details! and tbh I know it’s a common problem#but the anxiety chokehold I can put myself in is something that is so impressive and so disturbing#I can render myself absolutely helpless through the meanderings of my own thoughts#and what makes it worse—immeasurably worse—is that I get OUT of problems through careful thought and analysis#I’m programmed that way#so I can’t escape it by the usual means. I have to back away from the monster and see it and NAME it and then it can die away.#and only THEN can I apply my usual ways of going about things. I don’t know it just all clicked today#these past few days have just been bringing it all to a fever pitch for me#anyway I guess it’s also important to me that I still be allowed to be analytical about it!!! I have to use my brain!!!!!!!#in my desperation I have tried to shut it off to feel only with my heart. To try to catch the whisper of God’s voice in the wind#but tbh I am meant to use the gifts I have! But only in the right context#and that’s only after the demon has been killed or more accurately —deflated#my counselor has been so good about this tbh. she’s so matter of fact and blunt and salt of the earth and also she sees how my mind works#and wants me to be able to use it!!#so I’m just going to tell her that I did the bad thing with this other problem and can she help me find a way forward#ANYWAY THE MONSTERS TURNED OUT TO BE JUST TREES
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spideyyeet · 10 months
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omg could you plz do angtsy smut mma! toji x jealous reader where toji gets a lot of attention from female fans?!
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✵ ALL MINE ✵
✵ mma!toji x reader ✵
✵ tags — riding, spitting, praising, oral(m!receiving), overstimulation (f + m), unprotected sex, creampies, dacryphilia, dumbification, oral fixation, jealous reader, slight mean toji, biting, pussy slapping, fingering, age gap (20s, mid 30s), pet names,
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you couldn’t help it. youre not the jealous type, honestly. but…just watching them. god your blood was boiling. your arms crossed, nails digging into your bicep. your tongue running across your teeth.
“let’s meet him in the car so we’re not bombarded,” gojo ushers you, taking your hand as he leads you through the back along with geto as you guys wait for toji to exit the stadium after doing the weigh ins with his opponent for tomorrow.
fans and paparazzi waited outside as they snapped pictures of the three of you leaving. you covered your face with a hand, baseball cap pulled down quickly getting inside the car. you watched with a slight glare, eyes fixated on the door waiting for him to come out.
and he most certainly did.
followed by the entire female species latching onto him. the way they felt his biceps, hands running across his back as he passed by. the way they pressed their lips to his cheek as they asked for pictures. the way they pulled their shirts for autographs on their tits. the way some would beg to hold his hand.
toji seemed oblivious. he used to hate this stuff but after you made the shitty mistake of telling him to be nicer to his fans, he’s somewhat zoned out of it now. he took pictures with people, signed anything in front of him, let people jump around him. the man was a wearing a hoodie and sweats low on his hips as his security and coach held his things, allowing him to sign autographs.
“doesn’t need to take a picture with every fucking person,” you mumbled under your breath. gojo and geto look at one another. they felt some weird tension surrounding you after toji undressed for the weigh in and the entire room of journalists seemed to cheer. Unprofessional.
this has been something you’ve been building up inside you. but it got to an ultimate max when one journalist “tripped” and pressed her entire body against the fighter after he the weigh ins. toji wasn’t even fully dressers yet but helped her get steady, her tits almost falling out of her top as her leg was thrown in front of toji’s crotch.
your jaw snapped.
“okay toji,” his coach asked security to make way as toji pulled his hood up, exhausted.
“babygirl,” toji greeted you as he entered the car, his arms coming around you as he buried his face in your neck. a long sigh escaping his body as he relaxed in your warmth, your scent flooding his senses as his eyes fluttered shut. you wore matching hoodies, which you would’ve thought was cute, but….
you felt guilty keeping your arms crossed and looking out the window. but fuck it, you were pissed. “babygirl?”
“can we go now?” you said to his coach, who immediately had the driver start the car.
“ sweetheart? you alright?” your nails dug further into your arms as you sucked in a breath.
“fine, just tired,” you snapped, the attitude was leaking, and toji was definitely not in the mood.
“gonna tell me about it or you just gonna stare out the window till it breaks?” toji knew you could be a brat, but certain things ticked him off and it’s when you’d let things boil up and not address them with him.
you ignored him, feeling him pull away from you as he crossed his arms, now ticked off as well. you kept your legs crossed, body toward the door, away from your boyfriend.
you said your quick goodnight to the driver and toji’s team before walking inside the building. there were a few fans that were near as they immediately flocked to the fighter. you huffed.
“really sweetheart?” toji watched you enter the elevator without him. “fucking brat,” he mumbled pushing past the fans that were pissing him off.
you were taking off your makeup in the bathroom as you heard the front door slam shut. you locked the bathroom door the moment he entered the bedroom, turning on the shower.
“not gonna talk?” he jiggled the handle before giving up.
you took your time in the bathroom, washing your hair, moisturizing, skin care, the whole routine. finally stepping into the bedroom after more than an hour. toji looked up from his phone, sitting on the edge of the black bedsheets. his eyes following you as you walked across the black wooden floors in the bedroom to the closet.
“sum smart ass now… look at me,” toji saw you pause. your fist clenched your towel, you knew he hated the silent treatment. he waited as your eyes slowly trailed over to him in a deep glare. “good to know your ears still work.” your fist clenched, brows pulling together in anger.
“don’t look at me like that,” his voice was deep. you’d really ticked him off. deserved. after this seasons matches, the fans that had you pushed to the side, you were pissed. how could he not see it?
“pretty girls shouldn’t make such dirty faces,” toji pulled his hoodie off, a slight groan coming out. your body hesitated, wanting to help him but you stayed put.
“still fuckin glaring,” toji stretched his neck, eyes glued to yours. It felt like a staring contest, his eyes slowly trying to break your composure. however when it came to you , he’s learned to be a very patient man. his little girl didn’t realize how many fits she threw because he’s always catering to her little needs. but in moments like these, it was going to be easy.
your blood was starting to boil. fuck him, letting all those women rub against him. I bet he gets off on it! asshole can’t learn to set boundaries!
“keep glaring that hard, you’ll make me cry,” toji taunted. “wanna make me cry?”
“yes,” you snap back. toji holds in his smirk, there she is. his little brat.
“now that’s not very nice,” he pouted, “gonna win my baby a match tomorrow, that not enough—
“no,” your jaw was locked, your hair dripping as you held the towel close to your chest.
“long day sweetheart, come closer,” toji reached a hand out, his eyes were heavy, but god he needed you to calm down. you huffed, teeth grinding as your eyes trailed over his heavy thighs spread open as he sat on the bed. you could notice the subtle bulge that rested on his upper thigh under the grey sweats. his arm flexing as he rubbed a hand over his eyes. his hand dropping to l his leg, eye lids heavy as he looked up at you waiting….hand still outstretched.
you reluctantly dragged your feet closer. standing a couple feet away now, arms still crossed. toji sighed.
“come… here,” his voice dropped even lower sending chills down your spine. slapping your hand into the one stretched out, immediately locking his palm in your small one pulling you between his open legs. you tried to hold in the squeak, hand holding your towel closer, eyes averting as his big hands held you, the warm touch pretty high up your thigh, just barely touching your cheeks. his finger tickled the curve under your ass, involuntarily making your cheeks flush.
“you like having them all over you and coming home and having me too?” you finally burst. Toji’s brows furrowed as he looked up.
“wha—“
“you let them touch you and kiss you and fucking run their hands all over you!” you were pissed, so beyond done. “practically fucking you in front of your face and you just take it—“
“who’s do—“
“you’re fucking fans,” you try to step back however he doesn’t give you chance to escape, his huge arm already pulling your waist and throwing you easily onto the bed, you barely had time to react as you quickly held your towel from falling, tits ready to spill out.
“my fans, this whole thing was about my fans?” you saw the spark in his eyes. he was pissed. of all the things to be pissed about, it had to be something he couldn’t give a single fuck about it.
“yes” you tsk, trying to push him off you only for him to cage your arms over your head with one swift move, the other grabbing your chin tilting your face up to him.
“shitty brat,” toji spat, crashing his lips onto yours. a wave of heat rushed between your legs as you whimpered, body wiggling in his death grip. you felt his tongue push your lips apart immediately causing your body to writhe. he always has the upper hand. but, you couldn’t stop the moans slipping past your lips. his teeth dug into your bottom lip as you cried out.
“slutty little girl….who was it that told me to play nice? To take pictures with everyone? To not start fights when people touch me?” toji noticed your eyes avert. “look. at. me.” he grabbed your chin again, your brows pinched together.
your eyes meeting his dark ones, tears prickling in anger. but he was also angry. you hated getting mad, you hate being dramatic, but fuck you were so angry. why are his fans always touching him! he’s yours!
“gonna cry now?” he taunted, your bottom lip quivering as you tried to avoid his eyes again, your chest rising as you felt your throat start to clog up. “was I being too mean? yelling at my sweetie?” his words only had you biting your cheek. fuck this!
“tojii,” your tears finally slipped as you hiccuped, whining in his hold as he kept your arms caged up. “let me goo,” you were wriggling too much, as your cheeks flushed with arousal and anger. the tears slipping down as he cooed, watching the towel fall allowing a pretty view of your tits shaking with every sob you let out. your pretty little nipples all perked up for him to see.
“awww shhh don’t cry, princess,” he caressed your cheek as you buried your face into his palm sniffling. toji hummed, she’s so cute, my little baby. his kisses littered your neck as he licked your ear making you squirm. “if you had a problem with it, I told you to use your fucking words, kid,” your pussy fluttered. “aren’t you a big girl? forgot how to speak?” toji pulled your bottom lip down, letting your jaw fall slack. “gonna learn your fucking lesson?” his tongue slipped inside you without warning.
you bucked, only for toji to slap your thigh, pushing your legs open letting the towel unwrap and expose the rest of your freshly showered body. your face was flushed as your lips hung open allowing toji access.
“to—“
“what?” he snapped, glaring up at you as you cowered in his gaze. your lips trembled, you were pooling the moment he opened your legs, pussy lips already dripping with slick. “were you acting like a brat on purpose? wanted me to put you in your place?” toji said, teasing a finger through your wet folds.
“no!” you quickly go to defend yourself only for toji to slap your pussy electing a loud cry. “it’s not fair!”
“what’s not fair?” he lathered his fingers in your leaking juices before shoving two fingers in, fucking your wet pussy. “who couldn’t use their words again?” he leaned down swallowing your cries with his lips. “now…I’m gonna give you a fucking reason to cry.”
you don’t know how long it’s been since he’s tossed the rest of his clothes. he was now slamming into you from behind. his grip left bruises on your hips and thighs as his fat crown head jammed at your crevix. “fuck…me,” toji was grunting over your shoulder. he lost all composure. absolutely wrecking your little hole. the sheets soaked in your tears as you drooled and screamed, wrist still bound. his little baby was jealous? ironic considering the entire time he was trying to hide you from his opponent that was eyeing you during the weigh in.
“fhuck, sucking me in so deep! Huhhh!” toji ran his palm down your spine as he gave your ass a nice spank, your body was shaking as you came again. back arched so pretty for him.
“too much, ah ah ca aant,” you were trying to escape his relentless thrusts, but he was not letting you go that easily. he wasted no time pulling out, his pretty cock all wet and drippy as he flipped you on your back. his cock almost bursting at the expression on your wrecked face.
drool smeared on your flushed cheeks, fat sparkles of tears decorating your lashes as your lips trembled with each pant. your beautiful tits rising and falling as you begged him to slow down. noticing his deep bite marks from earlier when he’d fingered you, but what made you cum was when he teeth dugged into your skin.
“fuck, beautiful,” toji groaned feeling his dick twitch uncontrollably, why do you always make him feel this way. “can’t hold myself,” he groaned, pumping his cock some more as he kept your wrists bound, before sliding back into your warmth. your eyes bursting at the overstimulation, back arching incredibly, jaw dropping.
toji hummed, pulling out to slap his twitching fat tip against your clit, making your legs shake as a cry came out. your body convulsing as his grip still held your wrists, keeping your hands off him.
“ ‘s too much… oji, no more,” you sniffled as toji hummed, hickies littered your neck as he kissed your trembled lips.
“what do you want? really want me to stop? end it here?” he kept rubbing his cock through your folds, sending shocks through your body as you tried to lean up, pressing your chest against his. your vision was blurred with tears, mind fuzzy from the bliss of coming so many times. you felt like you were floating in a cloud of pleasure and ecstasy. “still with me baby?”
toji dipped down kissing your flushed cheek, licking your tears. “made you cry so much, hahh princess…can ya still go sum more for me?”
“lemme touch you,” you wiggled your bruised wrists. “wanna hold you, toji, please please, toji!” the tears ran down your cheeks only causing the fighter to shush you gently, if he saw your beautiful face release more tears he’d probably cum right there.
“there there baby, don’t cry,” his lips kissed your tears, as you sniffled, calming down just a bit as you whimpered. “but I can’t let go…not until you’ve learned your lesson—“
“I learned—I did!” you burst, toji hums looking down at you.
“did ya now?” he raised a brow, you were nodding frantically. it was so cute watching your body wriggle in his grip. your pretty tits bouncing back and forth with every moment, your pussy dripping as your lips parted with gentle pants.
“yes,” toji finally allows your hands freedom, immediately letting your arms wrap around his shoulders. needy little baby. always wrapped around him like a koala, toji blushed burying his face in your neck. god he loved you so fucking much.
“gonna take it all like a big girl, ‘kay?” Toji’s arms wrapped under your knees lifting you up on his lap, a yelp escaping as he slammed you down on his dick.
“toji!” you screamed, nails running down his back as he started with a ruthless pace, his nails digging into your ass as he bounced you on his dick, his lips latching onto your skin as you moaned and screamed.
toji had no control, watching you completely fall apart sent a thrill through his body. he kept a close watch over your words making sure he could hear you if you needed to say the safe word, but luckily you were really taking it all. your nails broke skin on his back as you came over and over.
“squeezing everything outta me, sweetie,” toji choked, his thighs trembling as his lips latched onto your tits. he nibbled and tugged on your stimulated nipples causing your face to flush and body to shake uncontrollably, nails pulling his hair as he looked up at you. eyes heavy with lust and cheeks flushed as he slobbered all over your tits. you drive him crazy, and he’ll never have enough of you.
“ahh ‘s good, feel so good,” you babble, trying to keep your eyes on your big fighter boyfriend, but god, he was going too fast and deep. the rough slaps of his thighs fucking up into your ass filled the large bedroom with lewd sounds. your pussy squelching, the white rim around his fat base was dripping down his balls onto the mattress. his lips sucked your tits like their was no tomorrow.
“holy fuck, fuck baby!…got me fucking you so good, uhh shit doin—doin so well babygirl!” toji was a moaning mess, he forgot how many rounds you guys were going at. your mind was completely empty. drool slipping as your body shook.
“cum, oji,” you panted in his ear, face buried as your lips latched onto his neck.
“shit, gonna give ya everything,” toji’s abs clenched, balls tightening as his nails dug into your ass, slamming you down to meet his thrusts.
“want it inside me, toji!” you cried out, sending a loud moan coursing through the fighters body as his heavy thick cum exploded inside you.
“fuuuuckkkkk,” toji fucked you through his high, he always had so much cum, and fuck you felt soo completely full. your body trembled as you hugged his shoulders tightly. “fuck me,” toji panted rocking his hips up, thighs shaking as his arms flexed from the after shocks.
“babygirl,” toji slipped his arms from under your knees to wrap around your waist, his hand rubbing the back of your neck smoothingly. “can my girl look at me?” he asked so gently, breath tickling your ear. you felt like putty, but you managed to pick up your head letting his hand come up to cup your warm cheek.
“there she is,” he smiled, kissing your puffy lips as you gave a faint smile, eyes lidded with exhaustion and bliss. “was i too rough?” he checked, thumb wiping at the stained tears.
“no, always feels good,” you answer softly, making the fighter smile even bigger. god his baby was adorable, so submissive after her little pussy cums all her worth.
“ya?” he holds your pretty face, allowing you to nuzzle in his palms, smiling widely. “a sweetheart aren’t you?” god you get so oblivious after sex.
you nod frantically, blushing at his praises.
“my sweetheart?” he teasingly quirks a brow, making you smile.
“yes!” you reply enthusiastically.
“ya!” he kisses your lips repeatedly. “still jealous?” he watches your eyes avert. there’s a slight pause, toji’s eyes remain on you befote he hears you faintly mumble.
“you’re mine,” you mumble, whining when he turns your face to look at him.
“eyes on me….say it again,” he demands, you look him dead in the eye.
“you’re. mine. only mine.” toji couldn’t help the slight aftershock in his thighs at your possessiveness.
“fine by me,” he hums making you flush, your hands hold his wrists that still cup your cheeks. he knew that look all too well, your bright eyes shining. “only cuz you did so well for me.” he smiles as you stick your tongue out, pussy involuntarily squeezing his soft cock as he lets a glob of saliva run into your mouth.
“shit,” toji was too overstimulated, gently picking you up, letting his cock slip out. his eyes run dark at the amount of cum leaking out of your puckering hole. he really did cum a lot inside his pretty girls slutty cunt.
“wait—baby—“ toji should’ve laid you down, instead your lips latched on to his chest. kissing and sucking his large man titties. as you continued to head south. “gonna be too much for me—fuck!” toji gasped uncharacteristically, his eyes rolling back as you swallowed almost his entire cock.
your cute wet lips suckled on his pretty mushroom tip, drooling and pressing it to your cheek as he held your shoulder. if he really wanted to he could yank you off easily. yet that look, fuck always forgetting the absolute euphoria that rushes over you as you play with his pretty big dick.
“babygirl, ughh fuckk ‘s too much!” with a sudden shake he’s spraying into your mouth, your tongue swipes over his bright red tip from the overstimulation as more cum shoots into your mouth. “shit baby,” toji is groaning loudly as he finally shakingly calms down. you continue kissing his pretty softening cock, until toji is pulling you up and caging his arms around your waist, body twitching just a bit. as he curls into your warmth.
“gonna fucking kill me, sweetheart,” he groans into your shoulder, calming down. “still needa be able to fight tomorrow.”
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the audience is going absolutely crazy as toji makes his way into the ring. his name is being chanted over and over. the stadium was almost too loud, that was until toji dropped his robe.
his entire back and chest was littered with marks, the various bite marks, hickies, nail scratches, had the host gasping. toji bounced on the balls of his feet, warming up his body without a care in the world as the audience erupted even louder. whistles and applause was through the roof. minus some of his few fan base that were clenching their jaws in absolute anger.
you however, stood in the front row, light blush dusting your cheeks as toji cracked his neck, eyes already finding yours to give you his goodluck kiss to his hand before rubbing it on his heart. your eyes igniting as you reciprocated the gesture he always did to you. you blush as you saw your handiwork from last night. all mine.
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theawfuledges · 7 months
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not far into the game yet but saw a clip of astarion confessing he hadn’t been able to see his reflection since turning and my brain started whirring like a damn buzzsaw. hope you guys enjoy!
oh, the hungering teeth (astarion x gender neutral! reader, baldur’s gate 3)
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You’re nearly asleep, though you seem to be doing your damnedest to fight it. You seem to think something nefarious or other will occur the second you close your eyes; a sound fear, what with the motley crew you’ve gathered, and yet for now the camp remains quiet enough, save for the shifting of bedrolls and the crackle of the fire.
“Even saviors need their slumber, my dear,” he quips, pillowing his cheek in the curve of his palm and watching in delight as your brows furrow. By the gods, he would never tire of that look upon your face, your annoyance tempered only by your rising affection for him. 
“‘m not tired,” you mumble, a filthy lie if Astarion’s ever heard one - and he’s heard plenty. “I have a few hours in me yet.”
Astarion releases a breath, reaches a hand toward your face and traces a nail along your cheek. He thrills as you shiver, your eyes slipping closed for the first time all evening, and continues his caress along your jaw until he can graze his thumb along the soft swell of your bottom lip. 
“Really now, darling,” he murmurs, pitching his voice low until it’s little more than a hush between you. The rest of the camp falls away in these moments, leaving just the two of you to soak in the warmth of the fire. He watches the glow sink into your skin and wonders if you would taste of the flames, if only he dared to ask for a bite. “I know it may not seem so, but I can assure you that the earth will continue turning even without your watchful eye to guard it.” 
You huff a laugh, and though it’s barely more than a breath and heavy with fatigue, Astarion finds himself leaning in, wanting to chase it. 
“Doubtful,” you say, and this time it’s his turn to laugh.
“And yet you must try,” he returns, watching the glide of his thumb along your lip, the way your breath ruffles his sleeve. “The rest of us will endure, if only for the night.” 
You smile then, and he feels it, the slow curl of your lips against his thumb, the twitch of your jaw against his palm. He’s so enamored by the curve of your lips that he misses your eyes, lids parting to seek out the planes of his face. 
“You worry too much.” 
“Hmm?” Astarion catches your gaze, only to find you reaching for him, rubbing the pad of your thumb lightly between his brows.
“There’s always a furrow here,” you mumble, voice thick with sleep. Your thumb glides along one brow, smoothing the hairs there, and your lips quirk. “Strong brows, silver in the moonlight, and always dancing.”
He huffs a laugh, though his chest has grown tight - with realization, with adoration. 
“Your eyes crinkle when you laugh,” you continue, thumbing along the delicate skin beneath his eye. “Piercing eyes, they are. Ringed by thick lashes. Red as rubies, or blood.”
Astarion’s fangs ache within the cavern of his mouth, though it isn’t quite a meal he hungers for. He feels flayed open, suddenly, dreadfully exposed, and yet he does nothing to stall your words or to escape your gaze, even as it swallows him whole. 
“High cheekbones,” you murmur, the tips of your fingers tracing his cheek. The delicacy of the gesture is so at odds with your fierceness in battle that it nearly upends him. “They pinken after you feed, did you know?”
Astarion’s lips part to speak, though it takes a clearing of his throat to free the words glued to his tongue. “Hadn’t the foggiest.” 
Your nails drag along the edge of his jaw, digging softly into the skin there. It gives beneath your fingertips as though his skin has been molded for your touch, and his mouth parts on an exhalation of your name. 
“Darling - “
“Soft, here.” Your voice grows hushed, contemplative as you trace the bow of his lips, his breath warm against your wrist. “Always, even when you’re sneering.”
“I don’t sneer,” Astarion protests, but the words carry little weight. Your skin is too soft against his, your smile too warm, his thoughts too muddled by the sharp bite of affection he feels for you. 
“Liar.” The accusation comes without heat. Astarion bares his fangs regardless, more tease than threat, but you’re well-prepared, your thumb slipping along his tongue and grazing the sharp points of his incisors. 
He freezes. Some part of him wonders what he must look like, what the others might see, were their eyes to drift beyond the flames to your bedrolls - his mouth parted around your thumb, your skin wet with his saliva, his eyes blazing through the darkness like rubies, like blood. 
“Minx.” It comes out garbled, without bite. An inferno roars within his chest, sinks into his limbs, his belly, burning him from the inside out. What a wicked, wonderful thing you are.
Your lips curl into a warm, loving smile. The swell of your thumb presses against his fang, the soft pop of pierced flesh roaring through his ears like a dragon’s screech. The scent of your blood - sharp, sweet - fills the air. 
Astarion releases a sound he’ll be haunted by later - needy, desperate, hungry - and pushes his brow against yours, his curls tickling your face, your breath warm against his lips. 
“Rest,” he commands you, his fingers knotting in the fabric at the small of your back. “Lest you tempt me further, and we both lose sleep this night.”
You laugh, a soft sound laden with approaching slumber, and press your fingers to the strip of flesh bared by the collar of his tunic. 
“As you wish,” you murmur sleepily. You say it so easily, so readily, succumbing to his whims without thought, and Astarion squeezes his eyes shut and tucks you close, feeling the depth of the power he wields filling him to the brim, cracking him open, and spilling over. 
Within the circle of his arms, you sleep.
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frantic-fiction · 1 month
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Lose Yourself 18+
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Pic: @casualya (side note....hot 🥵)
Astarion x f!reader, Astarion x f!Tav
Summary: During a feeding Astarion gets worked up and a bit too excited. He's embarrassed, but it turns out Tav finds it incredibly hot.
Warmings: Smut MDNI, Premature ejaculation, dry humping, fingering, PnV Sex, overstimulation, comfort sex, blood
Word Count: 2.2k
Astarion's grip tightens against your jaw, tilting your head slightly more to give him better access to your neck. The initial chill of his bite has settled to a delicious icy throb. A moan rips from your kiss-swollen lips, relishing the feeling of your blood flowing into his greedy mouth. You scratch your nails against Astarion’s scalp, combing through his tousled curls. A smile streches you lips when a shiver runs down his spine, and the hand grabbing your thigh tightens.
The majority of Astarion’s body weight is blanketing you. His hips slotted between your parted legs, mindlessly grinding against the inside of your thigh, too consumed by your blood to be fully in control. You rub his back, shoulders, neck, any skin you can get you wandering hands on and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. This has him purring into your neck and rutting faster against your body, chasing more pleasure.
This night, you had made sure to stock up on extra health potions and lesser restoration scrolls so Astarion could have his fill without worry of any repercussions on your health come morning. 
And gods, you will be sure to make this a ritual from now on because seeing Astarion so lost in your body’s comfort, so relaxed and focused solely on his pleasure. It has your heart pounding and arousal pooling between your thighs. 
Feeling the telltale signs that it’s time for Astarion to stop, you grab tightly at his shoulder giving him a little shake. “Star,” you slur. 
Astarion sighs through his nose, taking one last sip before unlatching from your neck. He’s still lost in the haze of his feeding, eyes glossy and unfocused, trying desperately to meet your gaze. Tiny trickles of blood fall down his chin and onto your chest, where he messily laps the droplets with his tongue. Astarion’s hips are still pistoning against you, and little breathless gasps of pleasure escape his mouth. You swear you’ve never seen a more gorgeous sight. Then Astarion tenses, and with a choked sob of your name falls from his mouth, and he comes spilling onto your stomach.
The room stills.
Only the sounds of rapid breaths fill the room. Astarion’s eyes are wide open, and his mouth is agape, looking down at the mess on your stomach. You’re frozen, glued to the beads of sweat trailing down Astarion’s chest, moving down the planes of his stomach. 
“Shit,” he backs away. An embarrassed flush–only evident due to the recent blood consumption– floods his face moving all the way to the points of his ears.
“Fuck,”  you whimper needily, clenching against the rush of heat that simmers in your stomach.
Then Astarion lets you go, and you finally notice Astarion’s distress.
“I-that…shit,” Astarion stumbles over his words and hands you a cloth to clean yourself with. “I’m so–”
You pounce, and he catches you in his arms, looking startled. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence?” You growl, claiming his mouth in a chaste kiss, chasing the metallic taste off his lips. “That was so fucking hot.”
He clicks his tongue and lets go of you again. Backing away, Astarion starts picking up his scattered clothes. “Yes, I’m sure watching me cream myself like a boy being touched for the first time was just so attractive.” Astarion huffs and rolls his eyes. “Spare me,”
Feeling annoyed, you huff, knowing you need a different approach. Moving closer, you grab the clothes from Astarion’s hand, throw them to the side, and cup his jaw. You draw him into another kiss and trail a hand up the smooth skin of his chest, stopping to circle your thumb around his nipple. Astarion signs into your mouth and runs both his hands down your naked sides, pausing to squeeze your hips.
“My love, that was by far one of the most sexy things I’ve ever seen.” Voice low and seductive, your lips barely pulling away from him. “Seeing you lose control, drunk on my blood, on my body,” 
Astarion shudders when you scratch your nails lightly down his chest before taking his hand in yours. Smiling wickedly, you peck his lips and pull away, ensuring he can see eyes. 
“Hells, Star,” Pulling him, you guide his fingers to your dripping heat. “I’ve never been so turned on.”
This has the desired effect. Astarion’s nimble fingers instinctually begin exploring, and you bite back a moan. He pulls away quickly to examine his slick, covered digits. When Astarion meets your gaze, all embarrassment seems to vanish, and he’s pushing you back down onto the bed. He rests his forearms on either side of you, cradling your head. Astarion trails a thumb over the curve of your jaw. Your hands snake around his neck. 
You don’t think you’ll ever get used to having Astarion look at you like he is now. Like you hung the moon and crafted each star so he would never be alone at night. It overwhelms you with such love that all you can do is pull him down and capture his lips. The kiss has no urgency, just two lovers enjoying the soft embrace. It holds the warmth of a crackling campfire, its embers building to something that leaves you needing more. 
Astarion coaxes your mouth open, and when you grant him access, he leads your tongue in a practiced dance. Feeling the tease of his razor-sharp fang, you moan, cupping the back of his head. You match the growing pace, hooking one leg over Astarion's hip to pull him flush against your body.
A groan rumbles through Astarion’s chest, and he gives a playful bite to your bottom lip, earning a squeak you will deny if asked about later. One of his hands moves down to delicately play with your breast, kneading softly before pinching your nipple between his finger and thumb. You break the kiss with a breathless gasp, tugging at Astarion’s roots, forcing a ragged groan from the elf. Astarion wastes no time to pepper kisses down the column of your neck.
“I don’t think I tell you enough, just how beautiful you are, darling.” He mumbles against your collarbone before sucking a bit of skin into his mouth and playfully teasing it between his teeth. 
You chuckle, swing your other leg, and link them behind his back. “You tell me at least once a day, handsome,”
“You’re such a sap.” You tease and roll your hips up against Astarion’s cock, already swelling once again.
“See, not nearly enough.” He pulls away from the freshly marked skin.
“You, my love, are so breathtaking, exquisite, beautiful,” Astarion emphasizes each adjective with wet, open-mouth kisses down to your chest before beginning to suck another mark just above your heart.
He grunts, grinding back against you. “Only for you, my love.” 
Astarion’s hand moves between your bodies to your neglected pussy. His deft fingers enter you with a wet squelch, and you instinctively buck into his palm. A whimper leaves your lips, and you dig your nails into the skin of Astarion’s shoulder. He set a pace that is both agonizing and toe-curling perfect. 
“See what you’ve reduced me to, darling,” Astarion whispers sinfully, voice low and filled with temptation, his thumb finds your clit. He applies light pressure rubbing tight circles. 
You throw your head, arching your back, clamping your thighs tighter around his waist. “Fuck, Star.” 
Astarion picks up his pace just a notch; his mouth finds your neck again. “It’s all your fault.” He says before biting your ear.
You cry out his name, fisting the bedsheet, feeling the familiar coil building. You are so lost in your pleasure you barely notice Astarion is now rubbing his cock with his spare hand looking down at you with lidded eyes.
“M close Star.” You cry, bucking your hips against his palm. “Fuck.. don’t stop.”
“I am now merely a sappy, love-sick fool who just can’t control myself when it comes to you.”
Astarion is now pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping-wet cunt in a way that has your orgasm building quickly.
“That’s it, darling,” He groans, kissing you softly. “Let go for me,”
Electricity pulses through you, seizing every muscle, every nerve, and every cell of your body with blinding pleasure. You’re moaning and babbling nonsense and pulling him into a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue. Astarion continues his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm. Finally, when the heat simmers down, he pulls his fingers from your body, leaving you whining from the loss. 
Astarion is quick to put your whines at ease. “Will you give me one more, my love, please?” Astarion practically begs, kissing you with the desperation of a starving man. 
The tip of his swollen cock slides through your folds and teases your sensitive entrance. You barely have time to choke out a yes, please, before Astarion is plunging into you with a grunt. Instinctually, you clench around his length, loving the feel of the fullness Astarion always gives you. 
“Shit..so tight,” Astarion groans and begins to thrust frantically into your heat. “Always so perfect.”
“Astarion.”
All decency, coordination, and softness was tossed away. Both of you were too sensitive, too desperate for the other, to care for anything but mindless pleasure. It was messy, feral, and perfect. Astarion devoured your mouth, groaning against your tongue. His hands couldn’t seem to stay in one place, constantly caressing, grabbing, and massaging any part of you he could hold. 
You spread your legs wide and angled your hips, bucking against each one of Astarion’s deep thrusts. One of your hands cups Astarion’s jaw, keeping him close, and the nails of your other rake down his back, causing a violent shiver to run through Astarion’s body.
“M-more..ugh, please.” You gasp out between Astarion’s feverish kisses.
He nods in return and grunts into your open mouth. “Shit..ugh,”
With a strength you hope never to get used to, Astarion effortlessly switches your positions. Your hands are on his chest, knees framing his slim waist. He’s on his back, smirking smugly up at you. You giggle dumbly, feeling dizzy from the sudden movement. That giggle turns into a wanton moan as Astarion thrusts up into you, hitting a deeper spot inside of you.
“Yes... Star.” Using the hold he has on your hips, he moves your body to pick up the brutal pace from before. “Gods,”
You bounce on your knees in time with his thrusts, and the room is filled with the slick sound of skin slapping against skin and collective cries of ecstasy. The pleasure is almost too much, and you feel the pressure bubbling again. You try to say as much, but a wave of pleasure has you gasping mindlessly, head lolling to the side.
Astarion wants to feel you come undone around him. Lose yourself so he can lose himself with you. So you oblige his request and snake a hand between your legs just above where Astarion is fucking you and begin to rub your clit in time with his quick thrusts. 
“Love, fuck..ngh,” he chokes on a moan. His thrusts are faltering and getting sloppier.
“T-touch yourself for me... I’m close.” He trails off grunting, but you don’t need words to know what he wants.
It’s all too much, the angle of Astarion’s hips hitting the sweet spot inside you over and over, the delicious grip of his hand on your body, the tenderness of your clit as you add more pressure. You’re so close and trying hard to keep looking at Astarion’s beautiful flushed face and wanting him to be your last image before you fall into black-out bliss. But it’s getting harder to keep your eyes focused. Your numb legs buckle, and you stumble forward; your orgasm is almost painful. It tears through your body, ripping pleasure from your trembling muscles and fried nerves. You bite into the flesh of Astarion’s pectoral to stifle your sobs of ecstasy.
“Fuck, darling, good girl.” Astarion praises, grinding your hips against his. “Shit... I’ve got you.” And with a few shallow, pitiful rolls of his body, Astarion is cumming with a deep guttural groan filling you with ropes of his warm come.
He drops boneless, and you pant against his chest, heart still pounding against your ribs. You both are like jelly melting into a puddle on the bedsheets. You feel the drag of Astarion’s fingertips drawing nonsense patterns on your back. Humming softly, you pepper kisses over his still heart. 
“Shouldn’t be embarrassed ’round me,” you mumble, yawning against his skin, too tired to raise your head. The feeling of Astarion’s fingers felt like a sleep spell. “I love you. Nothing’s gonna change that.”
Astarion stiffens under you, hand stilling against your back, clearly taken back. It takes him a bit to respond, but you don’t rush him. Just continue to kiss his chest and melt further at the feeling of his hands on your skin. Content just being here with Astarion.
He clears his throat before saying thickly, “And I love you, darling.” Astarion moves slightly and pulls out of your tender cunt. In doing so, a gush of your combined juices spills down your thighs.
 “Gross, now I feel sticky.” You puff, grimacing at the feeling.
“How about I draw us a bath?” You nod silently and he sits you both up. However you refuse to get off his lap, clinging to him like a sloth to a tree. 
“Carry me?” 
He kisses the crown of your head. “Always.” Astarion scoops you up and carries you along to the bath.
Heya, I quite like how this turned out. I love writing 'rougher' smut, but sometimes the tender stuff just hits ya know? Let me know what you thought. I hope Astarion didn't seem ooc.
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raitonsfw · 2 months
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jjk men: sub edition
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characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, okkotsu yūta, kamo chōsō, & sukuna ryōmen.
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, gn!reader (gojo), sub!characters, vibrating sex toys (gojo's and geto's), face riding (yuta's), pegging (choso's), refusal to submit (sukuna's), whining, whimpering, pleading, begging, dirty talk, bondage (gojo's), p in v intercourse (geto [riding] & sukuna [mating press]), anal sex (choso's obvi), slight rim play (gojo's), degrading & praising, pet names, gojo selfishly whines, geto can't keep his composure, okkotsu loves you, choso's completely fucked out, sukuna shares a body with itadori (& doesn't care about your kinks), fyi the reader isn't very dominant (more neutral, maybe i'll write another one of these with a dom!reader later on)
a/n: this came about 'cause of some hate from an anon about me writing satoru gojo whimpering & that men shouldn't whimper or moan? next time, be a dear and send it off anon? i'll answer you more thoroughly that way. i love having the option that is 'write to spite'. wc: 3.2k total. m.list
divider credit: @hitobaby
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❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮…❞ who isn’t really all that submissive– at least not on the surface. in public his exterior shone a haughty personality but in the midst of silk sheets, he whined like a little bitch. 
soft whines of ‘please, baby…’ and ‘r-right there– yes…’ as you moved the vibrator towards the tip of his cock. he was sitting up against the headboard, his knees slightly bent and his bright eyes were glued on your hand that held the small pink wand. 
you knew gojo quite well, the man could withstand almost anything sorcery related; curses expelling out left and right, best friends turned enemies– but he couldn’t handle the juddering feeling of a sex toy. he’d practically short-circuit. his entire body would freeze up as you ran it along the side of his thigh, a dulled lust sinking within his eyes and suddenly his cock would be rock hard.
you’d watch as his legs would spread open for you, a quiet obedience held within the air and you’d hum in content as he let you shed his trousers and boxers. and holy shit, it was so intoxicating to take in how fucking hard he got just from the slight indication of the vibrator buzzing up his thigh. 
he wouldn’t be quiet for long though, no– that was just for show. as soon as your hand grabbed at his flushed cock, a choked gasp would follow and a bunch of pleas would spill out of his mouth like a waterfall. 
“need the toy– give me the toy…”
“y/n, baby…sweetheart– c’mon...” 
“please, don’t want your hand right now–”
“‘m sorry, i’m so sorry– fuck-!”
and despite his empty words (and the rushed apology when he vaguely realized his mistake), the vibrator would be set to the near highest setting. ‘cause there was something so hot watching him squirm from such a delicate thing, bulleting at an overstimulating press firsthand.
god, you could get drunk off of his whimpers and cries as they spilled from his mouth every time you ran the vibrator over a vein on the underside of his cock… his jolts of pleasure when you upped the setting by a hair as he was so sensitive and even the slightest change would send him spiraling… the constant clenching and unclenching of his fists within the confines of his blindfold– courtesy of you tying it that way. 
you had the right mind not to edge him, his voice pitching higher and higher each second you ran the droning sensation over his slit, precum slathering the toy. his chest rose and fell quickly as you switched the settings to a different rhythm, his back arching out towards you and his cock bobbing against his tummy with a loud whine escaping him. 
his head had knocked back into the headboard with his eyelids fluttering closed, a fucked out expression washing over his face as his thighs trembled– as his whole body trembled in front of you. you knew he was close; the tiny whimpers felling long with each stroke of the toy and the way his muscles tightened in his stomach with each roll of his hips as he desperately feigned for more friction. 
which led you to take a quick gamble– and press the toy right against his rim. 
you didn’t even have time to replace your hand on his cock as he painted his shirt white. long spurts decorated it, nearly up to his chin and you hummed softly to yourself as you pumped him through his release, your name heavy on his lips as he rode it out. you cooed out praises as he bucked into your hand, dribbling the rest of his cum all over it with small pants filling the room. 
and as soon as he came down, his hands were slipping from his blindfold and pinning you underneath him– it was your turn now. 
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❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮…❞ who’s slightly submissive– but knows how to keep his composure. it wasn’t often you got to see him needy, the man wasn’t exactly enthralled in giving you a show; so instead of begging for what he needed, he did everything in his power to please you.
the most he’d give you were tiny hums from the constant drag of his cock as you rode him, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. when he had the pleasure of cumming inside you – when he could because you’d fall apart against him in mere minutes – you’d hear the most sinful whimpers bare from his throat, his hands gripping your hips as he gasped for breath.
you couldn’t escape the cuddling afterwards either, the quiet contented sighs that captured you whole as he worked his body around yours in a tight embrace when the stars fell away from your eyelids. his mind would be reeling with the aftermath, still painfully hard in his boxers since he didn’t finish; but you came on his cock and that’s all that mattered to him.
but there were just some days where he needed you more than ever – and the aching pleasure of his cock spasming inside you – a pliant buzz reigning him in as he heard you come home. his arms would wrap around your waist as you’d toss your keys onto the kitchen counter and you’d feel his breath fan against your ear as he spoke, a slight whine etched in his voice.
“y/n, come to the bedroom with me…”
“ah–! shit… please?”
“need you tonight… can’t wait any longer–” 
“gotta be inside you– right now.”
and you thought it was the usual routine, you laid out underneath him with his cock driving into you like no tomorrow. but as you were pulled into the bedroom, the box of sex toys you shared with him had been dumped over the bed and you realized his neediness and the sound that droned lightly from him– the vibrating cock ring was missing.
you weren’t exactly sure if geto ever acted submissive in his life, never really wanting to push him too far as he already did so much for you; he never seemed bothered by the lack of reciprocation. but when he came home with the cock ring and your life sure flipped a sudden switch, your collected man reduced to nothing but a puddle as you drove him to the edge over and over again. 
as you fully sank onto his cock, his ring would vibrate against your folds and you’d sigh out in relief when you noticed his face screwed up in pleasure– and pain as he was already so close to his godforsaken orgasm. needy– fucking desperate whines would leak from his mouth as you bounced lightly on him, some hiccuped noises escaping him and– oh? he might cry. 
his hair was splayed out on the pillows, some of it stuck to his sweaty shoulders as the corners of his eyes brimmed with tears, his hands clutching onto you for dear life. he wouldn’t say anything, too drunk off of the overstimulation of your pussy and the vibrations pushing him over the edge; except he couldn’t cum yet. not until you took off the cock ring and honestly, did you really want to? 
this was one of the only times you saw this side of him after all. 
you eventually let him cum, pulling off his cock to ease the ring off while instructing him softly not to cum until he was inside you. and he’d be damned if he didn’t shoot off inside you, holding himself back for all of ten seconds before the feeling of your walls warm around him pushed him over– you felt him twitch inside you and a lengthy moan accompanied as he tried his best to pull you close into him through it. 
he stole kisses from you afterwards, his demeanor returning to the same old facade he encased himself in and you wondered if you buy him vibrating beads– what would that do to him?
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❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚…❞ who is just the right amount of submissive. he would quiver at the faintest feel of your fingers ghosting his cock as he knelt before you. his eyes would be nearly blown wide, taking in your composure as his falls away when you bend down eye level to him. 
he’d know better than to buck into your hand like a poor puppy, desperate for any friction you could give him as his fingers reach out to grip at your clothing. and he wouldn't even realize he broke a rule as he repeated in his brain ‘don’t thrust’ into the warmth of your palm. 
as you backed away, you’d notice the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes, the pout that would cross his face when he tried to retrace his movements– and then his mouth would be going a mile a minute with apologies.
“baby… i’m sorry! i’ll be good, i promise– i won’t touch you again.”
“please… forgive me? use me to get off…”
and that wasn’t a bad idea in your eyes as you thought it over, squatting back up to let him breathe. god, he was so pliant with you, complete putty– pulled and stretched out for you. his cock curved up towards his tummy as it stood proudly from the confines of his jujutsu uniform; he was so excited he didn’t even care to unzip his zipper, he just pulled himself out ‘cause you told him to. 
as you finally allowed him up onto the space of the bed after his relentless regret, a muffled ‘thank you’ spilled from his lips before you could even position yourself onto his face and you clutched the headboard to steady yourself; because he wasn’t allowed to touch– and he sure knew that as he was chanting it in his mind.
he needed you to use him, to just sit right on his tongue and ride him mercilessly; it’s what he deserves for breaking one of your rules. but you were nice, you weren’t mean with your punishments and honestly this seemed more like a reward for him. he was manipulative, that one– you had to be careful as he could get you to do anything for him with just a glassy eyed look and a pout. 
his hands grasped at the sheets for leverage as you sat down against him, his tongue not hesitating in the slightest to swipe over the swell of your clit and you huffed out a relieved moan. you didn’t falter, your hips rolling against his mouth with the shock of warm pleasure flowing through your body. and he reciprocated your moans, humming gently into you as he lapped at your arousal trickling against the tip of his tongue.
and all he wanted to do was touch you – bury his fingers inside you and fuck the life out of you – anything for his girl. but he knew the moment he moved his fingers from the threaded sheets, you’d pull off with a whine falling from his lips. god, did he want to please you– and he wanted it in return; his cock was aching even as it laid against his tummy. he couldn’t take it anymore, between the sweet taste of your slick running down his chin and the insane amount of precum building at the tip of his cock– he begged. 
“fuck, please touch me… won’t cum til you say so, i swear–”
“just need your hands on me, y/n honey… l-love you so much– god, thank you.”
when you leaned back to pull him off, your other hand feathered into his hair and you caught a glimpse of his dark rimmed eyes staring back up with such profound desire– you just knew he wouldn’t last more than a few seconds.
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❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨…❞ who takes the cake for being the most submissive slut known to man. when you sunk into him the first time with the strap nudging into him subtly, he couldn’t help but let out a choked whimper. he would be so fucking full– his rim clenching harshly around you and you’d coo at him; some praises that did you no good as he could barely hear you through the pounding rush of blood in his ears.
you couldn’t even begin to fathom the drunk passion you felt for this boy, arching his back for you as you started to ease yourself in all the way– it was fucking insane and you weren’t even the one with your nerves on fire. he’d grip at the sheets with a wanton moan, pushing back onto the strap with eager hips and it took everything in you not to collapse onto him with the heated arousal you felt in your cunt. 
you’d be on your toes, basically straddling the poor boy’s hips, your hands flush against his waist to keep you steady and all you’d hear was ‘more, please… i can take it–! need you to move.’ christ, you haven’t even gotten your bearings yet and he’s begging for you to pound him into the fucking mattress. 
his spiked hair wouldn’t be in their usual ponytails, it sleeked down the back of his neck and soon, it was going to be balled up in your palms while you fucked the living shit out of him.
once you actually rolled your hips into his tight hole, a broken moan flew out of his mouth and his head drooped down onto the side of the bed. his entire body shook in pleasure as you thrusted into him shallowly, hushed pants coming from him as his cock dripped onto the sheets beneath you. 
you noticed his cock rather quickly– and how neglected it looked, hanging between his legs with a reddened flush and you snaked your hand underneath him to tug at it a bit, earning a repressed whimper that was muffled in the sheets he buried his face into. before you knew it, your hips found a rhythm you were content with and one he was ecstatic with, his body jolting upwards with every stroke of his cock and bruising of your strap. 
you knew you nailed his prostate when his head snapped up, his entire body shuddering around you. his moan was so sharp in your ears, it delved straight towards spine and you threaded your fingers into his hair with the words ‘good boy, that’s it… that’s the spot?’ leaking from your mouth in a soft tone. to which he nodded, a heavy need carving out his common sense and replacing it with nothing whines and whimpers. 
‘soo good, thankyouthankyouthankyou–’
‘right there, keep going…’ 
and you did, even when you noticed his tongue loll out of his mouth– the fucked out expression blatant on his face as you pulled his head back to look at you. his violet eyes were watery, his mouth completely open in near silent moans as you pounded into him now, and you swore you saw a blood tear drip from his mark as he squeezed his eyes shut through a particular thrust. and now he begged for you, pleaded like no tomorrow as you fucked him senseless; his entire mind clouded with nothing but ecstasy.
‘am i being a good boy? please– tell me i’m being a good boy for you…’
‘fuck me harder, yeah– yes… shit–! so close…’
as he came around the strap, you watched in awe– ropes of cum spurting against the sheets and harsh gasps filled the air as you kissed down his back with your hands massaging his waist through the heavy orgasm. you ran a quick finger down his spine, reveling in the way he trembled against you as you pulled out of him. 
you wouldn’t even talk to him properly afterwards, just tiny adorations; because you knew as soon as he came to, he’d be out like a light.
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❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧…❞ who isn’t submissive at all. the king of curses didn’t have a submissive bone in his body– completely overtaken by the dominant hull. you’ve tried to make him submit – more than once – but it never worked out in your favor.
your hands would delve towards his shoulders to pin him down as you rode him– well, tried to ride him as his cock pounded up into you harshly– but you’d be thrown off in an instant, a mating press following suit so you couldn’t move underneath him.
you’d whine for him to take you more than once in a single night, in pursuit of overstimulating him– but you failed to realize just how much stamina he had and you ultimately ended up being the one overstimulated with your cunt stuffed full of his cum each and every time.
there were some days where he played along with your endeavors to be nice. sometimes a quiet whine would fill his throat before replacing it with hefty growls and grunts while you sucked his cock. and other times he’d let you have the upper hand for more than a half a second, reveling in the way your body moved against him to try to overtake him. 
your tits would bounce right in his face and it made him think twice– he almost begged for them, wanting nothing more than to take them into his mouth and litter them red with teeth marks. but that thought left his mind rather quickly as your cunt pressed warmly against his cock, stirring it awake from its confines and it was game over. 
there was no way he’d beg for a lowly human.
why would he need to when you gave yourself up to him so easily? you’d practically jump him as soon as he switched with itadori, strong arms holding onto you as you pushed him onto the bed. but of course, he could flip you over in an instant and he would, his cock dragging deliciously along your walls within the next two minutes. 
as much as it was fun to watch you squirm and cry about him not letting up his dominance, it also turned him on immensely. his cock would ache inside you as you begged for him to make a needy noise… his eyes would threaten to roll back as you clenched around him in hopes he would show some type of submission… and he’d have to recollect himself when you breathed hot in his ear that he was such a good boy for fucking you so well. why the fuck did that affect him? 
but once he grounded himself, you were in trouble– his cock pounding into you with heinous phrases leaking from his mouth. he couldn’t bear to listen to you anymore, the idea drove him insane– a fucking human shouldn’t be calling him wretched pet names like that. so to shut you up, his palm would end up on your mouth and his tongue there would shove straight into it. he just needed to fuck the kink out you, that’s all. 
and of course being the curse that he is, once you couldn’t speak, he’d tease (berate) you about your subby needs.
“ah, so you get off on pussy men now?”
“don’t look away from me, doll, answer the question.”
“what– you want me to whine and beg for you like a goddamn pup? i don’t think so.”
“now hold your legs open ‘n take my cock… like a normal fucking human.”
yeah, you tried and all it got you was a sore cunt each time, unable to walk without a bit of a wobble– his devilish smirk and targeted eyes followed you every step of the way before he relinquished his form to itadori in the morning. 
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talaok · 1 year
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Late night
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader
summary: Derek asks spencer about a late night he had.
warnings: mentions of smut, but just fluff
a/n:(obviously) I'm rewatching, and I got to episode 1x10 and I had to write about this scene(please tell me someone remembers it)
"Easy there tough guy, have some coffee with your sugar, "Derek said, a smirk appearing on his face as soon as he got a glimpse of the obscene amount of sweetener Spencer was putting in his coffee.
"I need something to wake me up" Spence explained, not showing signs of stopping.
He was tired,
God, he was tired,
He wasn't used to this, no, not at all,
and it wasn't like he was complaining, he had the time of his life last night,
He felt like he was dreaming, or hallucinating really,
it just didn't make any sense.
You didn't make any sense.
He was a nerd, a weirdo, a robot, things that until now, he had learned weren't appealing to the ladies,
but still,
there you were,
somehow interested in him,
enough to spend the night with him,
enough to let him get a mere 3 hours of sleep last night.
"late night?" Derek asked, grinning widely.
"very" Spencer couldn't help but smile, as flashbacks invaded his mind.
his mouth on yours, the taste of your tongue, the feel of his hands on you, of your soft skin, of your curves, the feel of you, and then finally of your voice, your sweet sweet voice murmuring his name, and moaning loudly into the thick air.
"my man" Derek said proudly, making Spencer cuss himself internally.
shit, that's right,
he wasn't supposed to know about it,
nobody was,
not until you knew what it was,
not until you were ready.
"not that kind of late night" he lied, and surprisingly, it was convincing, no pitching of the voice, or weird hand ticks, nothing, just his usual self.
"ok so tell me" Derek walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, and right at that moment, you entered the kitchen "what does keep young dr. Reid awake at night?"
You stopped in your tracks, your lips involuntarily twitching into a smile as you heard those words.
Spencer glanced at you, his cheeks immediately turning a brighter shade of pink,
"wait let me guess" Derek started, thankfully too deep into his thoughts to notice the not-so-subtle looks just exchanged "memorizing some obscure textbook?"
You bit down a grin, going to pour some coffee for yourself.
sure,
if by memorizing a textbook he meant every single inch of your body,
"no, no, no." Morgan waved his hands, correcting himself " working on cold fusion" he tried again
You had to bring the mug up to your mouth to cover the wide smile on your lips, as you looked at the scene, Spencer's cheeks continued to redden as he felt your eyes on him.
"no, I got it, I got it, I got it" Derek tried to guess again
"watching star trek and laughing at the physics mistakes"
You couldn't help it this time,
a small laugh escaped your throat, and you opened your mouth to justify yourself once both the men turned to look at you, but Spencer interrupted you "Actually, there aren't that many scientific errors in star trek, especially considering how long ago it was made. there are certain improbabilities, but not that many outright errors."
Morgan raised his eyebrows at you, his eyes expressing very clearly -this guy huh?-, and you smiled knowingly, your eyes, in turn, saying -I know, trust me I know-
Derek smiled at your expression before going back to Spence "Right" he said, patting his shoulder before leaving quickly, not wanting to hear one more second of his rambling.
You smiled, walking closer to the now-beaming man.
"so, late night huh?" you asked
"the best of my life"
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Lessons in Love
(Or why Enzo should be banned from advanced potion making)
Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw Reader
Summary: Ft. Enzo being bad at potions, the Ravenclaw common room door, and more than one accidental love confession.
word count: 3.3k
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A deep sigh escapes your lips as you walk purposefully through the empty halls of the castle. You loved Enzo. Really, you did. But how that bastard had managed to squeeze enough O.W.Ls out of his arse to get into advanced potion making was absolutely beyond you.
It’s not that you thought your childhood best friend was dumb per se. You simply thought his talents lay elsewhere. Like in herbology. Or anywhere really where adding a pinch too much powdered moonstone didn’t result in a glittery pink potion exploding all over the front of your robes. This never would have happened of course, if your usual, equally talented, potions partner, Theodore Nott, had actually bothered to show up, but god only knew where that boy had wandered off to.
Walking into classes earlier that day you had been giddy with excitement. While potions may not have been Enzo’s forte, it was most definitely yours and advanced potions was finally giving you the challenge you had been craving. Amortentia, your professor had said, is the strongest love potion in the world, thereby making it exceptionally difficult to brew. You already knew this of course as it had all been detailed in the days readings. Not only would it make someone obsessively in love, but it also had an addictive scent, changing to fit what one was most attracted to. Now that was all well and good until one was covered in it.
Originally, you figured that all would be fine. Enzo profusely apologized, quickly following up with a joke about how “at least you’ll smell nice for once.” But oh how right he’d been. It started with students accidentally bumping into you in the corridor as you went from class to class as they subconsciously leaned in to follow the alluring scent. A minor inconvenience you thought. (Although you did have to choose to ignore that third year almost getting impaled on a statue’s sword because he wasn’t paying attention after you passed.)
But then Cho and Marietta couldn’t stop leaning in to get a whiff of the scent all throughout the start of charms, causing Flitwick to continuously shoot concerned glances at the three of you. You eventually caved, moving quickly and silently to the back of the class room where Enzo was sat with the rest of the Slytherins. As soon as he saw you making your way over, he leaned over, whispering something in Daphne’s ear beside him. She gives you a quick look of knowing pity before moving into the empty seats usually claimed by Theodore and Matteo who were, unsurprisingly, still no where to be found.
“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry,” Enzo mumbles, at least having the decency to look embarrassed as you plop into the seat beside him.
“This is horrible! I did not need to know that Marietta’s amortentia smells like bloody Cormac McLaggen or whatever his name is,” you hiss in response.
Enzo lets out a quiet chuckle, sneaking a quick glance at your house mate.
“Hey,” he whispers after a moment, “What do you smell anyway? You must be going mad having that stuff all over you.”
You shoot a glare at your friend. You had a sinking feeling he already knew, considering he had been poking fun at you for weeks. You shudder remembering all those disgusting kissy faces Enzo had been making at you from across the library just last week. Bloody bastard was fishing for confirmation. Maybe if you ignore him, he’ll simply go away you think to yourself. Enzo however, takes your silence as an admission of guilt, a grin spreading across his face.
“I knew it. So tell me y/n, what does dear Theodore Nott smell like? Cigarette smoke? Hippogriff dung?” He snickers.
“He is my best friend, Lorenzo,” you whisper, giving the boy beside you another withering glare.
Enzo’s face falls at this.
“I’m your best friend.” He grumbles.
“I don’t know why. You’re mean to me,” you reply with exasperation.
He immediately perks up again at this, giving you a slight nudge.
“So I’m right? You do like Theo?” He asks excitedly.
“Enzo, I will avada you, and make it look like an accident,” you hiss in response.
“Come on, y/n, I’m your best friend, you have to tell me these things,” he pouts.
“Oh really? Like how you have to tell me about how you’re probably smelling Daphne’s shampoo right now? Or is it her lavender perfume?” You ask innocently, batting your lashes.
Enzo goes beet red at this, gesturing wildly at you to lower your voice.
“Hush woman! She’s right there!” He hisses.
You say nothing, only giving him a triumphant grin before turning back to Flitwick to try to salvage what few notes you’d been able to take down that lesson.
The final straw occurred during ancient runes when poor, unsuspecting Hermione sat down behind you and asked with a look of bewilderment if you had been showered with Draco’s cologne that morning. Her look of absolute horror only grew as you told her of your distressing situation. You thought she might faint when she realized that Draco had been within earshot and now had a shit eating grin on his face. With a sigh of defeat, you give Hermione an apologetic smile before deciding it was time to turn in the white flag of defeat.
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You breathe a heavy sigh of relief as you finally come to a stop outside your common room door. You then frown, realizing you had in fact, made it to your common room door.
“What makes a raven like a writing desk?” The metallic voice of the Ravenclaw common room door asks, springing to life.
This putrid, skanky little-
“You wouldn’t want me to shove either of them up your ars-“
A low whistle catches your attention before you’re able to finish cursing out your common room’s door thoroughly.
“Whoa there feisty, let the eagle be,” Theo’s voice laughs as he steps into view.
The strong scent of roasted coffee beans and smoke that had been burning your nostrils all day hits you once again like a ton of bricks. Giving the eagle another withering glare, you turn your full attention to the looming threat approaching. You would sooner throw yourself off of the astronomy tower than let Theo know that your amortentia smelled like him. Someone had to keep the boy’s bloody ego in check.
“Full offense Theodore, I’ve had a horrendously awful day today, and I really don’t have time for whatever nonsense you’re about to start.” You say with a roll of your eyes as you cross your arms at the boy in front of you.
Theo laughs again, mirroring your movements as he leans against one of the pillars lining the halls.
“Poor principessa. Have a hard day in classes without me?” He asks with a smirk.
You scowl in response. It didn’t help that you had, in fact, missed the brunette’s comforting, albeit annoying, presence all day, but you weren’t about to admit that.
“Now that you mention it, I didn’t even realize you were missing. What snake hole did you slither off to today?” You ask, the lie sliding easily off your lips.
Theo cocks as eyebrow at that but leaves it be.
“Matteo wanted to ditch, had to baby sit. Make sure he didn’t get into too much trouble. You know how it goes,” Theo replied shrugging his shoulders. “And what’s a pretty little witch like yourself doing skiving off class?”
Theo takes another step forward.
“Don’t come closer!” You yelp before you can stop yourself. You had no interest knowing what Theo would smell if he got close enough. He frowns at you however.
“And why not?” He challenges, taking another step towards you. This boy really did not take well to being told what to do.
“I- I smell. Really bad. Had to leave class, I just- ya know, smelled, so bad” You splutter, mentally kicking yourself. Who says that in front of the guy they like? Why were you like this?
Theo’s thick brows shoot up at your declaration before he takes a final large step towards you and leans in, pressing his hand against your forehead before moving it down to feel your cheek.
“Y/n are you ill? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey? I can walk you there if you’d like.” He says, any bit of snark his voice previously held long gone.
“I’m fine Theodore, really.” you say, batting his hand away.
“Are you sure?” He asks, looking at you disbelievingly.
He leans in again and takes in a whiff of your scent and you immediately tense, freezing where you are. God damn it. His brows furrow.
“Y/n, you smell perfectly normal, maybe a bit stronger than usual, but definitely not bad.” He says, looking even more confused.
Before you’re able to fully process the words that just came out of Theo’s mouth, Enzo and Pansy come barreling down the hall towards the two of you in a fit of giggles.
“Y/n! y/n, you know I’m sorry, really I am, but if dousing you in amortentia is all it takes to get Draco and Granger to make complete fools of themselves in front of each other, I’d do it again!” Enzo exclaims between breathy laughs. “You haven’t seen ferret boy run past, by chance, by the way have you?
“Sorry, amor-what now?” Theo asks, blinking as he purses his lips.
You look between the three of your friends in alarm, praying no one mentioned anything after Theo had just announced that you smelled perfectly normal to him.
“Oh, you’re going to wish you were there! After you left, Draco was so pleased with himself. Looked like a kid on Christmas. Kept trying to flirt with Hermione until she finally sent a flock of doves to run him out of the classroom! Professor wasn’t too happy bout that one. Let us go early to find the blonde loon,” Enzo says, completely ignoring Theo’s question.
“I’m sorry, amor-WHAT?” Theo asks again, louder this time.
You feel yourself cringe.
“Amortentia.” Pansy snorts. “Do try and keep up Teddy.”
“This is what you get for always skiving off class with Matteo,” Enzo adds, nodding at the boy as if he were his disappointed mother.
“Mhmm. Enzo totally floozied over y/n’s potion this morning. Blew it up all over her and she’s been having people wander up to her to take a sniff all day.” Pansy tells him with a sniff.
Theo blinks again before slowly meeting your eyes as what he said only moments earlier begins to sink in. Pansy, ever the cunning witch, was lightening quick to catch on.
“Speaking of which, I am suddenly so interested in what exactly it is that you smell, dearest Teddy,” Pansy says as her eyes flicker between the two of you, a mischievous grin growing on her face.
Theo scowls at the nickname.
“Campfire.”
“Old parchment.” You say in unison.
Pansy smirks.
“Do you smell that Enzo?” She asks, making a show of sniffing the air around her. “I think I smell- a liar. Or two.”
Enzo only snickers as he eyes the both of you up. He knew exactly what you had been smelling all day and you begin to feel panic rise up in your chest. You send a menacing glare his way, daring him to open his mouth.
“Come on Pans, I don’t think Draco and Granger are the only ones who’ll be chatting up tonight,” he says finally.
Glaring at the pair’s disappearing backs, you once again turn slowly back to the problem at hand.
“Soo,” Theo starts at the same time you blurt out,
“This is entirely your fault.”
Theo’s mouth drops open, and he has the audacity to look offended.
“How do you figure mi amore?” He asks.
“You’re supposed to be my partner in potions, but you weren’t there today, so I had to work with,” you shudder, “Enzo.”
Rolling his eyes at your dramatics and giving you a small smile, Theo lets himself relax, leaning on the wall as he towers over you.
“Enzo isn’t so bad,” he says, slowly bringing a hand up to rest on your waist, gently moving you towards him. You pretend not to notice, taking a small, nervous step forward.
“He singed off Matteo’s eyebrows last year. The year before that, he didn’t realize there was a difference between fire flower and fired flour, and his potion melted through the floor. I heard a Puff call him Slytherin’s Seamus,” you retort. “Do you realize how bad you have to be at something to get made fun of by a Hufflepuff?” He snorts at that, cocking his head in agreement.
“Well I’m sorry alright? I’ll make it up to you.”
“You’ll have to. I have to go in again to remake the potion. Don’t want that bad mark on my grade.”
Theo only hums at this, as you’re finally standing nose to chest with him, forcing you to tilt your head up to still see his face.
“You really do smell nice,” he murmurs, pressing his nose lightly into your hair.
You make a face before nuzzling into his chest to hide the redness growing on your cheeks.
“I’m not talking about this in public. I simply refuse,” you say, trying to melt into him from pure embarrassment.
Theo looks down at you with a devilishly handsome grin before turning back to your long forgotten common room door.
“Hey, open up. She technically answered your little riddle earlier,” he tells the door.
The eagle grumbles something unintelligible as it starts to life again.
“I can always melt you down. I’m sure you’d make a great piss pot,” Theo threatens, going to pull out his wand.
The door swings open rather violently and you’re pretty sure you can hear a rather colorful string of curses come out of the eagle’s beak as you make your way inside. Having been there a thousand times before, Theo easily leads you to your shared, but thankfully empty, dorm room, closing the door behind you.
“You really don’t get along with that eagle, do you principessa?” He asks, throwing his shoes off and making himself comfortable on your bed like he usually did.
“Like you’re any better. You just threatened to turn it into a chamber pot,” you retort, falling easily back into your usual banter. This was fine. This was safe.
Theo only raises a brow at you.
“The blasted door is still mad at me for making a ur mum joke when it asked me if a chicken came before the egg in front of a bunch of second years.” You admit, letting your arms fall to your side.
Theo lets out a loud laugh at that shaking his head and extending his arm for you. You walk carefully towards the bed before hesitantly accepting his invitation. It’s not that cuddling with Theo was something unfamiliar to you, as much as you were hyper aware of the slightly awkward tension between the two of you that wasn’t usually there. You slide your shoes off as well before curling up next to him and laying your head on his chest. The two of you lay in silence and you slowly let your eyelids flutter shut, lost in the feeling of Theo’s chest rising and falling.
“You know. You still haven’t told me what your amortentia smells like,” Theo says, finally breaking the silence as he gently brings his hand up to run his fingers through your hair.
“Take a wild fucking guess,” you murmur, refusing to open your eyes and determined to get further lost in his warm touch.
He only hums in response, continuing to comb his fingers through the soft locks of hair.
“You know when Enzo asked me if I smelled you today, he thought you’d smell like hippogriff dung,” you say eventually.
“Fucking tosser. What did that git smell? Wild lavender?”
“And Daphne’s shampoo.”
You feel Theo snort as if he expected no less of your ever romantic best friend. Silence once again rolls over the both of you as you absentmindedly play with the edge of his shirt, rolling the soft fabric between your fingers nervously. The quiet begins to feel suffocating, so you open your mouth to speak, but Theo beats you to it.
“Champagne. And that perfume you always use. With the little white flowers. Lilies of the valley, right?” Theo says.
You open your eyes to look at him in confusion.
“That’s what you smell like.” He says, carefully running his hand down your spine, sending a shiver through you.
“I smell roasted coffee. And smoke. Not the fire-y kind though. The kind that sticks to your clothes cause you refuse to quit smoking.” You respond, looking into his eyes warily for his reaction.
Theo only smirks in response, a cocky grin spreading across his face.
“Aw mi amore, I’m what you’re most attracted to?” He asks, the teasing bait evident in his voice.
You feel heat rise to your cheeks as Theo gazed intently down at you in his arms.
“Shut up Theodore. You sure know how to ruin a moment,” you say, once again burying your face in a chest.
You feel his chest rumble with laughter before his hand snakes it way up to your chin, tilting your head up and capturing your lips with his. His lips are softer than you imagined as he moves them gently against yours. You let a soft gasp escape and Theo pulls you closer, gripping your waste tightly, and shifting you on top of him, deepening the kiss until you’re both left gasping for air.
“Was that more of what you had in mind amore?” He asks with an innocent smile, looking up at you with what you could only describe as his best baby seal eyes.
“I mean, you were definitely significantly more shirtless when I imagined it, but I can settle.” You joke.
Theo’s eyes darken however, and he lifts you as if you weigh nothing, flipping you over so that he now hovered above you, your back pinned against the bed beneath you. With one swift movement, Theo pulls his shirt up and over his head before lowering himself back down, his chest now pressed against yours.
“Better?”
You can’t help but laugh at the boy’s determination as your eyes shamelessly take in the lean muscle and tanned skin that was current above you.
“Theodore, as much as I enjoy this, you have to put your clothes on. Cho or Marietta could walk in at any time,” you tell him as you begin to make soft circles across his waist line with your thumbs, admiring the boy in front of you.
“Mm. You mouth is saying one thing, but these,” he says, placing his hands over yours, “are saying something else entirely.”
You roll your eyes, pulling your hands out from under his and handing him his discarded shirt.
“One kiss?” He asks, looking at the shirt as if it had mortally offended him.
“One kiss.”
He leans down, once again capturing your lips with his, but with more intensity this time. You feel one of his hands brush your waist as his thumb pushes up under your shirt, the rest of his hand following soon after, gripping tightly at the warm skin beneath. You let out a breathy moan when he flicks his tongue across your bottom lip, and he takes it as an invitation to let his tongue explore the rest of your mouth.
An awkward cough shakes you from the haze and you look up, over Theo’s shoulder to see Cho standing guiltily in the doorway.
“Sorry,” she says, looking literally anywhere but you and the shirtless boy above you. “Bad time?”
You cover your eyes in embarrassment, feeling heat once again rush to your cheeks.
“What did I tell you!” You groan, letting your head fall back onto your mound of pillows. Meanwhile Theo has a much too self satisfied grin across his face.
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abbyshands · 4 days
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i need more sub ellie omg that was so good
welcomed
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♡ a/n; this is an old req but !!! finally getting around to it so let’s hope this suffices. been having breeding kink brain rot the last few days so this was more than necessary <3
♡ pairing; sub!ellie williams x dom!fem!reader
♡ warnings; ellie calls reader mommy/mama/ma'am, use of a dildo, choking (r!receiving), sweet degrading (pretty slut, sweet whore), praise, nicknames for ellie (hun, baby, sweet girl, pretty girl), titty sucking, huge breeding kink, reader refers to dildo as her cock/dick, dildo is referred to as reader's cock/dick, etc
♡ synopsis; you had been out on patrol, all fucking day. so, when you're finally back home, finally back in ellie's arms, she's not afraid to show you just how much she missed you.
♡ wc; 1.6k
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she said “fuck me like i’m famous,” i said, OKAY.
FOR VISUAL PURPOSES.
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ellie had all but jumped into your arms as soon as you had gotten back from patrol, face buried into your neck, hands around your body. she was needy, your poor baby, pent up all day from you being gone.
and you couldn't just leave her like that, could you?
you were kneeling in the midst of ellie's legs, spread wide open for you, her pretty pussy soaked as you pumped your black dildo in and out of it. ellie's head was cocked backwards, auburn hair messy over the pillow as small whines escaped her lips.
"m- mommy, fuck," she cussed as her body squirmed, her hands rested on your hips as her face went pink. "please, can you, fuck, need you to, mmm," she spluttered. she couldn't properly get her words out, not when you were fucking her like this.
but you wouldn't let her off that easy.
"what, baby? c'mon, use your words for me," you rasped, beginning to rub your thumb over ellie's swollen clit as you forced your dildo in and out of her cunt. ellie let out a small groan of annoyance as she bit into her bottom lip.
“f- faster, mommy. c’you move faster?” ellie whined, pale green eyes wide and dilated as ellie looked into you. and if moves could speak? she'd be fucking begging.
you take it upon yourself to force your cock deeper into ellie's cunt, causing a mewl of your name to escape her lips, her body jerking. you can't help the smirk that crosses your face when it happens, and, of course, it only encourages you to give her all that she's asking for.
“mhm. whatever my pretty slut needs,” you hum, pumping your black dildo in and out of ellie's pussy as fast as your hand will allow you to.
ellie's response is quick as her head falls back into the pillow behind her, because just like that, you've got your girl right where you want her. “f- fuck! feels so, fuck, good. don’t stop, mama.”
“not gonna, hun. nah uh. gonna keep fucking this cunt ‘til my baby’s making a mess all over my cock, yeah?” you rasp, and now, you move closer. you move so you’re hovering above ellie on your knees, while managing to make your access to her cunt even better than it'd been before.
“mmph, y- yes, mommy,” she whined brokenly, clearly liking the view of you on your knees. maybe a bit too much, but not that you minded at all.
ellie only grew more desperate, more needy, as time went on. you'd be concerned she was being a bit too loud, to the point where people outside of your shared home could hear you. if you gave a fuck.
“god, shit,” ellie moaned as she reached her hand out to grasp your neck, veiny hands closing around it in a somewhat rough grip. you let out a groan of your own once the pressure seeps into your skin, your eyes shutting in pleasure in no more than a second.
“oh, would you look at that. is mommy fucking her girl dumb? god, such a sweet fucking whore," you praise your good girl, even if the rasp in your tone makes you sound pretty whorish yourself. "all cockdrunk for me when i’m only using my hand. must really like mama’s dick, hm?” you tease.
ellie nods eagerly in response, like you'll suddenly fade away if she doesn't. she forces herself to look into your eyes just to drive you crazy, and she does. "mmm, y- yeah, w- want you to, fuck, put a baby into me, mommy. canfeelyousodeep.”
well, that was new. and ridiculously welcomed.
you and ellie had had talks every once in a while, about what it would be like to have a baby, if you could. who would get who pregnant, who could handle it better. silly discussions of the sort that were usually just that: silly. but now? fuck. you hadn't known it would go to your girl's head like this. you hadn't known how much it would go to yours.
and what kind of person would you be to not oblige?
“is that right, hun? need me to fuck a baby into that pretty little pussy of yours?” you voice, and the words come out easily, as if you've said them to ellie over and over again in the past. ellie's brain seems to click right there, because she enables a moan so pornographic from her lips, it's criminal. illegal.
ellie doesn't have enough time to find herself embarrassed by what she's just said. she's too damn needy, too wet, too far gone, to really say much at all. barely, she manages to mutter a few words in response. “mmm, yes, please. s’all i want. you’re all i want," she says, and it's obvious her words are genuine. she needs you. no one else. just you.
“such a good girl. god, so fucking tight. pretty hole’s just begging for me to fill it, huh?" you groan, her words making you ravenous, and her whines making you crazy. you move in closer to ellie, your lips a mere few inches away from hers, before going on. "wanna be filled in mommy’s cum so bad, don’t you, yeah? my pretty slut needs me to fill her up?"
ellie's speechless, pausing, just to whimper as loud as she can, her eyes rolling back into her head as she begins to feel your index rubbing her swollen clit. you give her her time, fucking her into submission as you wait for her to become coherent once more. and when she does? 
you know she's a wreck for you.
“y- yes, ma’am. so bad. please, i’ll be so good for you. s’good, just, just—please," she splutters out finally, voice broken, whiny, and goddamn desperate, and all you could think about was how pretty she was. too pretty for her own good. and just to cap it?
she was all yours.
“i know you will. such a pretty little slut for me, hm? needy girl. gonna make you a mama, yeah? just like you want,” you rasp.
but you’re nowhere near done.
“god, my sweet whore can’t get enough of me, huh? let me use this pretty pussy all day if i wanted to. how long have you been craving me, baby?”
ellie’s way too quick to answer. “all day, mama. patrol’s too long, fuck. could barely manage," ellie easily obliges your ask, and you can't help but chuckle, nor can you help what you do following.
but ellie doesn't seem to mind.
you bend down from your knees and use your lips to latch onto one of ellie's pretty nipples, which is rock hard for you. you've got her moaning easily as you swirl masterfully around her breast, all while your attack on her pussy never ceases. “poor girl. probably getting yourself wet, pretty legs all pressed up, body begging for some release," you say, words coherent, as your lips remain on ellie's nipple. "well, don’t worry, hun. mommy’s here to take care of you. right?”
ellie nodded eagerly, her hand remaining on your neck, but now being on the back of it. words failing her badly, she can only manage a broken, little, “r- right.”
maybe if you were feeling mean, you'd make your girl say a little bit more than that. but right now, from the way ellie was looking up at you, to how fucking soaked she was? you decided to be a bit more generous than usual.
your movements on, in ellie's pussy, and your lips on her nipple, make it impossible for her to hold on for much longer, as you knew it would. actually, it'd been your goal from the jump. her grip on your neck grows rougher, and you know you've got her now. “fuck, mommy, so close, s’close. can feel you in me, fuck," ellie whines.
“i know you can, hun. gonna fill my pretty girl up, yeah? make a fucking mama out of you like you want," you groan as you feel her fingers close around your neck's back, cutting off more of your oxygen, and sending a rush of butterflies down to your own cunt. "just keep being good for me. give you as many babies as you want.”
“mmph, as many as i want, mommy?” ellie whimpers. oh, does she like that idea.
you smirk, adoring the way ellie's words flow so prettily from her lips. adoring the way only you can make her feel like this; how the gorgeous brunette below you was yours and yours alone. “mhm. whatever my baby needs? she can have.”
and, finally. . .
“f- fuck, m- mommy, gonna cum. please, can i cum?”
you quicken your pace, moving your hand as fast as you possibly can as you force your dick in and out of ellie's cunt at a goddamn sinner's pace. it's only then that you decide to allow ellie's body to have all it's been begging for. “mmm, ‘course you can, sweet girl," you rasp, easily. "c’mon. make a mess for me.”
she doesn't need much more than that.
you have ellie finishing in seconds once you give her permission to, and the brunette girl is gorgeous as she buries her face into the pillow, voice a whiny wreck, your name falling from her lips. her back arches up into your hand as you talk her through her orgasm, your own face growing warm as you watch her fall apart for you.
“oh, fuck, thankyou, thankyousomuch," ellie hurriedly moaned out as her rear side came back down to the bed. her green eyes bored into yours as she panted, pale cheeks hot in a rosy blush. "you’re so fucking good. fuck.”
“y’think so, baby?” you smile at her, slowly but surely removing your cock from her cunt once you were sure she was fully pleased. ellie returned your expression, but it wasn't in the form of a smile, or a grin. she was smirking.
you knew full well what that was about.
“i know so. now, can i make you feel good, too?”
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reblogs are very much welcomed (get it?) <3
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moonstruckme · 1 month
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I know we have emt mauraders (and I absolutely love them with all of my heart), but I can't get the image of fireman James out of my head. He's just so beefed up and just has that build about him. You know? 🫠
So true babe <3
cw: reader is trapped in elevator for a bit
firefighter!James x fem!reader ♡ 753 words
It took you some time to work up the courage to press the HELP button. Your building’s elevator has always been a bit scary, shuddering and screeching ever since you’d moved in, so you’d hoped for a while that it would just fix itself, remember that it was supposed to be moving and deliver you safely to your floor. No such luck.
You’re endlessly glad that you’re going home and not running late to work when it takes the fire crew another twenty minutes to show up. You’re guessing elevator rescues aren’t at the top of their priority list. When someone finally bangs on a door somewhere below you, you scramble up from where you’ve been sitting on the floor. 
“Fire department,” a man’s voice says.
“Hi,” you call back, feeling immediately stupid for it. Were you supposed to say your job description back or something? 
“Is everyone okay? How many of you are there?” 
“It’s—it’s just me.” 
“Alright,” the voice says, “we’re gonna get you out of there, just give us a second.” 
You hum back though he probably can’t hear. There’s a lot of creaking metal and muffled voices, and then the door to your prison squeaks slowly open. Most of what you can see is clearly elevator shaft, but there’s a small opening at your feet. Once it’s a couple of feet wide, a curly head pops through. 
“Hi,” the voice from earlier says. It comes from a lovely face, all tan skin and warm eyes and a radiant smile, like this man finds everything about his day genuinely cheering. “You alright in here? Injured at all?” 
It takes you a second to find your voice, and even once you do it sounds pitchier than normal. “No, I’m fine. Thanks.” 
“Perfect.” Somehow, his grin seems to widen, which is a bit much for you right now. Suddenly you’re kind of dizzy. “Okay, I’m just going to have you scooch on your bum over here and stick your legs out, yeah? I’ll pop out so I can lower you down.” 
He’s going…he’s going to grab your legs. Okay. Awesome. This is totally your everyday. 
Some of your hesitance must show on your face, because the man’s expression softens. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself,” he says. “I’m James. What’s your name?” 
You tell him, so quietly you’re not sure he can hear, but James nods anyway. “Y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve already been stuck for god knows how long, and I’m sure you’d like to get to where you’re going. This is the easy part, okay?” 
“Okay,” you echo. 
James gives you an encouraging smile, retreating from the opening. “Alright, just set your legs out here,” he calls up. 
You sit down on the elevator floor, slipping your feet through so your legs are dangling in open air. A second later, strong hands grip the undersides of your thighs. 
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” James says. “I’m gonna ease you out, and I just need you to lean back so you don’t bump your head on anything, yeah?” 
You hum in response. He starts pulling you out of the elevator, his grip moving up your thighs to your bottom once it emerges. Your heart thunders, both from the intimate contact and from trusting your weight wholly to someone else. Soon you’ve cleared the opening. Another set of hands cups the back of your head to ensure you don’t hit it on the elevator floor, and then you’re sitting up, your hands landing on James’ shoulders for balance. They’re really quite substantial, you can’t help but notice, wide and full of thick, corded muscle. He tilts his head back, grinning up at you. 
“See?” he says. “Easy.” 
A dizzy little laugh escapes you, and James’ grin takes on a whole new quality. Something curious about it. He hoists you up in his arms, grip transferring to your waist so he can lower you to the floor. 
“Thanks,” you manage, looking up at him. You look at the other handful of firefighters around too, the embarrassment of your situation finally sinking in. Your face heats. “I really appreciate the help.” 
“Anytime, sweetheart,” James says. As the others start packing up equipment, his attention stays on you. “You sure you’re alright? Where are you going from here?” 
You do your best to give him a smile of your own. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m just going home. I live on the sixth floor.” 
He hums. “Best take the stairs this time.”
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sinswithpleasure · 7 months
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You Can Watch, But You Can't Touch [At Least, Not Yet]
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Tokyo, a city that never sleeps. 
You've been a regular participant of the bustling nightlife for years, being a bartender for one of the most famous bars along Golden Gai. Many famous patrons have come and gone—you've hosted not only Japan's best, but Hollywood's best as well, and with the way you conduct your business—sweet talking the patrons whenever they strike your fancy—you're no stranger to bedding some of these celebrities. However, you may have just gotten yourself the opportunity of a lifetime.
"Hngh, my God~!"
"Mmf, aah, fu~ck~."
"Oh fuck yes, yes…"
You have no idea how you'd managed to sweet talk your way into the situation you were in now. You're in the suite of five-star Park Hyatt Hotel, in front of TWICE's Myoui Mina, Minatozaki Sana, and Hirai Momo. All three women are naked in front of you, and you're not wearing any clothes either, all of you having discarded your clothing on the way in. 
"Come join us here, Takagi~." Sana's saccharine voice, dripping with sexual desire, calls you forth to get on the massive bed, where all three women lie side by side. You don't know where to look—all three beautiful Japanese goddesses have their hands between their legs, fingers plunging deep into their dripping pussies. You field a glance towards all three women, and your cock twitches when Sana returns you a wink, Mina licks her lips after staring at your hard cock, and Momo blows you a kiss. Precum drips from the tip as you watch Mina fondle her breasts, soft moans escaping her lips as she tugs at a nipple between her fingers. 
Wet squelches echo around the room, mixed with the varying sets of moans. Sana is unabashedly loud, her sweet whines and moans music to your ears, going straight to your cock. Momo's pleasure is vocalized in her low sultry voice, every thrust of her fingers into her dripping cunt punctuated by a low hum. Mina is the softest amongst the three, just as she would be, but she sounds no less sexy—her angelic voice is something you've enjoyed whenever you listen to TWICE's music, but here, that same voice conquers your mind through soft, breathy moans. 
"Takagi~," Mina's moan of your name has you twitching once more, your cock at its stiffest. You shift closer to the three idols, and Mina stares intently at your cock as you move, her fingers plunging faster into her cunt. 
"Takagi, please join us, mmf~... Join us and stroke your cock for us, please~!"
There was no way you were denying yourself the relief you needed, and neither would you deny Mina the pleasure of having her request fulfilled. You grab your cock and slowly lather your precum across your length before gently stroking your cock for the idols to watch. You softly grunt as the pleasure seeps into your system, and you watch as the eyes of all three women burn with lust at your display. 
"Takagi, who's your favourite out of the three of us?" Momo's signature low voice cuts through your pleasure, and you turn to look at the oldest of the three. The oldest girl has one hand on her left breast, and she kneads it gently, the flesh spilling from between her fingers. You're momentarily stunned by that display—to see Momo's huge breasts like that so intimately, you'd be an idiot not to enjoy it for as long as you can
"Answer me, Takagi~. Momo-onee-chan's waiting~." 
"I— I…" You're unable to even formulate any coherent sentence—Sana chooses that moment to moan your name, which draws your attention to her. She flashes you her million-dollar smile, ever full of mischief, promising nothing but seduction in this instance. You're fully aware you're being toyed around by the three Japanese megastars, but you're powerless to protest, and neither do you wish to as well. 
"Ta. Ka. Gi. Answer Momoring's question, please~."
"I…, oh God, fuck—" You partially moan out of pleasure, and out of indecision—not on who's your favourite, but on whether your answer would have any repercussions. Tonight could go anywhere—the only thing you'd known was that you were chosen by MiSaMo to be their sexual partner for tonight, but you weren't sure about the details. Even on the extremely short drive here to the Park Hyatt from the bar, all you were allowed to know about tonight's experience was that you would "enjoy tonight thoroughly and fully", or so Sana said. 
"Please tell us, Takagi?" You have no idea how Mina manages to look cute as she puts on her aikyo (愛嬌) for you even as she's fucking herself, pouting and whining while her fingers plunge deep into her pussy and draw more and more of her arousal to stain the sheets below. You nearly cum at the sight, and all three women giggle when you rip your hand away from your cock, your hips jerking as a few drops of hot, thick semen drip from your tip. 
"Oh, Minaring, look at what you've done!" Momo giggles in amusement, bumping the youngest of the trio with her elbow. "You've just made Takagi cum a little."
"Guess we know who's the favourite now, Momoring~."
You're absolutely embarrassed—you thought you'd be able to edge yourself, but Mina just being herself has you unable to control yourself fully, and you'd just lost a bit of your precious load you were saving for them. Sana must have sensed your disappointment. 
"It's okay, Takagi. Minaring has this effect on people. I'm sure you have more cum in those big balls for us, don't you~?"
"Y-Yes!" Eager to prove, to please, you begin to stroke yourself again, this time reaching below to fondle your balls as well. The low groan you let out draws giggles from the stars opposite you, and you open eyes that you'd closed in pleasure. In front of you, Mina has changed her method slightly—she rubs circles on her clit, her pussy still leaking and dripping. Next to her, the whirr of a vibrator starts up—Momo holds a Hitachi wand to her clit, and she throws her head back, moaning, her free hand on Mina's leg now after letting go of her breasts momentarily. Now, you get to look at the oldest girl's breasts without any obstruction—she arches her back at a particularly strong burst of pleasure, and you gawk at her heaving breasts jiggling as she bucks her hips, deep moans serving as vocal evidence of the sexual relief she enjoys. Sana is the only girl still fingering herself, but now she has three fingers in her, her eyes switching between you and her group mates, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she whines and moans in pleasure watching everyone else masturbate together with her. 
"Takagi…" Mina's call for you is breathy, shaky from the pleasure coursing through her veins. You're forced to rip your hand away from your cock again, lest you tip over the edge. This does not go unnoticed—Sana and Momo are giggling again at your obvious weakness for Mina. Mina continues, unfazed. "Let's—mmf~—strike a deal." 
"W-What?" You're dying to hear what Mina has to say. It'd probably be worth it, but you know that it'd probably be difficult, considering your current situation. 
"If… If you—oh~!—you last… l-longer than the three of us, we'll—fuck—I…" Mina trails off as she pushes her fingers back into her cunt again, before pulling them out. 
"What she means, Takagi…" Sana takes over for their youngest. "...is that if you manage to edge yourself until all three of us have enjoyed our orgasms, you'll get to fuck the three of us."
"A—Are you sure?" You can't believe your ears—this sounds too good to be true. 
"Are you calling me a liar?" Sana's grin promises she isn't offended—she's just teasing, as usual. "Of course we're sure. If you last long enough, we'll fuck you. One by one, in any position and hole you want."
"We'll even go again, if you can keep up." Momo adds on as she winks, her vibrator turned off for this negotiation. "Something tells me you can."
"Takagi." Mina's soft call gets your attention. "If you finish last, I'll fuck you first."
You'd have been a fool not to agree. The three idols grin, and Momo's vibrator clicks on again as you begin to stroke. This time, a second and third whirr join the first—Sana has another Hitachi wand in her hands, and a dildo in the other. She pushes the dildo in her as the toy comes into contact with her clit, and she lets out a long moan at the pleasure. Next to her, Mina also now has a vibrator—a dildo with a clit massager—and she toys around with it, stimulating herself with different angles. All three women moan your name, staring at you, blatantly displaying their desires and fantasies as they pleasure themselves, and you jerk yourself hard and fast at the sight in front of you. Precum coats your tip, and you spread it all across your cock as you jerk, eyes locked on the idols in front of you. You feast on the sight of Sana and Mina with their arms pushing against either side of their breasts, squeezing them together, before looking at Momo's massive chest jiggling as she writhes in pleasure.
"Takagi, oh God~." Momo calls for your attention. "I want your cock in me so bad, fuck…" 
"Oh yeah?" You can't help but indulge in the dirty talk. "What else?"
"I need that cock shooting into me, Takagi. I love the feeling of it, the warmth of semen filling me up." Momo begins to finger herself again as she turns up the vibrator. "Especially when these two watch me take it."
A blush spreads across Mina's face at Momo's words, whereas a smile spreads across Sana's. 
"That's right, Takagi. Momo lo~ves being bred by thick hard cocks like yours." Sana grins even as she fucks herself, her sentences punctuated by the occasional moan. A pout forms on her face at the next sentence. "And she always wants us to watch, because she loves making us jealous." 
"Don't lie, Sattang. You love watching me cum on hard cocks as much as you love cumming on them too." Momo's rebuttal has Sana giggling, and your brain is filled with the thought that this was a regular occurrence. You groan at the thought, your cock twitching as more precum bursts from the tip. 
"Oooh, Takagi liked that, Momoring~." 
"Mmm, of course. Bet you he's wondering how many men we've fucked like that."
Your eyes betray your curiosity—something all three girls pick up.
"We're not kissing and telling, Takagi~." Sana's quick to tease. "But I'm going to say… the most we've had was sex with three different men at the same time each, one after the other." A wink accompanies the reveal, before Mina moans again. She is clearly revisiting the experience—
"Oh yes, those three…" Momo joins in to add further context, just to rile you up further. "Their cocks were just as long and thick as yours, Takagi. They fucked us so good that we weren't able to get up for a while."
The image of Mina, Sana, and Momo next to each other, semen dripping from their used pussies, naked bodies glistening with sweat as they are right now, nearly has you cumming. You once again edge yourself, whimpering at the denied orgasm. 
"I think you'd be happy to know that our Minaring here…" Sana fields Mina a glance, "...liked it the most. Every time she came…"
Sana's voice drops low, as if to let you in on a secret.
"She squirted all over her partners."
"Oh f—, no, no!" Your cock visibly twitches at the imagery of Mina's squirting orgasm, and to both your pleasure and disappointment, you're barely able to finish your speech before spurts of semen burst from your tip, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. Shot after shot of semen sprays through the air, with your first five shots spray onto Mina's body, and the next five spraying all over the bedsheets, more semen firing from the tip.
The moment your hot semen sprays all over Mina's breasts, tummy, thighs, and ass, the youngest Japanese girl shudders, eyes rolling back in her head in a picture-perfect ahegao. She orgasms hard—the toy in her pussy is expelled out of her body onto the bed as her hips buck hard, and a long gush of squirt showers everyone on the bed. Burst after burst of Mina's juices rain over you, and your cock twitches again, just a little painfully after that intense orgasm. The Japanese girl writhes, shudders, and bucks as her orgasm takes her, and when she falls still, a panting, exhausted, sweaty mess, you can see the satisfied grin on her face, her eyes meeting yours. 
"Takagi, you failed." Momo's the first to get up, and Sana follows after. Both girls stop pleasuring themselves, and they share a look to each other before grinning. 
"I see you're still hard." Sana licks her lips at the sight of your cock, strings of semen clinging to the tip. "A pity we're not going to be able to help you with that…" 
You must've looked so pathetic and lost that Sana and Momo end up giggling at your predicament. All is lost, you think, until Momo speaks. 
"We'll give you one more chance, Takagi. Would you like that?"
"Y-Yes, please, anything!"
"Hehe, so eager and needy for our pussies…" Momo bites her lip, eyes raking over your body. "You're lucky we want to fuck ourselves on that cock as much as you want to pump our tight cunts full of cum."
Both girls give their youngest member a look. Mina is at her sexiest right now, her wanton body spread open for everyone to see. Her pussy clenches on nothing, slick dripping from her hole, semen staining her thighs, ass, and body. The afterglow of her orgasm is evident—she looks so fucking hot like that. 
"Since Mina offered…" Sana turns back to you with a bright smile, not unlike those you'd see on variety shows, or in TWICE TVs. "If you can show us how well you can fuck her, we'll fuck you."
You need no further invitation. Mina welcomes you eagerly when you crawl over—she spreads her legs wide for you, and she begs you with her eyes and hands. The look she gives you is of pure submission, and you look below to see her spreading her pussy open to welcome your cock. Both Sana and Momo crawl up to either side of you, and they watch you rub your hard cock against Mina's pussy, drawing soft moans from her. 
"Takagi, in me, please~!" Mina's quick to beg, the desperation eating away at her patience.
"Put it in, come on." With a soft push on your back, you penetrate Mina for the first time. Mina loudly moans as you stretch her walls—she's a tight fit, but you slide in with not much resistance, with how wet she is. Inch after inch, your cock disappears into her, and you swear you're in heaven. The pleasure you derive from her walls squeezing you, mixed with the natural scents of Sana and Momo beside you has you almost delirious—you can't believe this is truly happening. When you hilt, you groan loudly, and Mina whines as your cock twitches deep in her. 
"Go on, fuck her. Show us how a man like you fucks a woman, Takagi."
You're unable to keep your groan soft when you pull out of Mina's cunt and thrust back in. Mina joins you in vocalizing her pleasure, and she pulls you in to plant her lips on yours. You're surprised, naturally, but you adapt quickly—soon enough, her tongue is against yours in a hot, openmouthed kiss. You begin to pick up the pace—slow thrusts grow quicker, though you're still ensuring to keep it soft to let Mina adjust to the stretch. 
"Faster."
At Momo's command, you begin to increase the strength of your thrusts. The claps of your pelvis against Mina's ass are steadily getting louder, just as Mina's moans do as well.
"Takagi, fuck her. Make her scream." Sana crawls next to you, her low whisper next to your ear. The hot breath against your skin has you shuddering. "Look at Mina, moaning like that whenever you stretch her. She loves it, wants it, needs it, even craves for it." Sana's smile is audible in her speech. "So fuck her."
Momo is next—you feel her breasts press against your back, and she grabs you on your hips, her lips just right next to your other ear. You're starting to get dizzy with the pleasure of all three women being this close to you. Sana nibbles your earlobe, and Momo kisses you on the neck, leaving little hickeys trailing. 
"Look at her, look at how you're bulging her tummy. Look at how wide she spreads her legs for you, how much she begs you to fuck her. Come on, fuck her like you mean it."
You finally give in to your baser desires. You send thrust after thrust into Mina, the strength of each snap of your hips only increasing. The young star beneath you cries out in pleasure as she writhes, shakes, trembles at the sensations that course through her. 
"So big, so good, Takagi~!"
Mina's name might as well have been a mantra, with the claps of your body meeting hers keeping the tempo. You're not able to do much of anything else—her tight walls squeeze you just right, the warmth of her body wrapped around your shaft only enhancing the pleasure of sex with her. You only fuck her faster and harder when you have bursts of energy, and when you hear both Sana and Momo join Mina in moaning, you open your eyes to feast on the sight of all three women in pleasure, be it through toys, or you.
"Yes, just like that, fuck her, yes!"
"Mmf, Takagi, keep going~!"
Mina's call for you comes a second later. 
"You heard what Sattang and Momoring said, Takagi. Please use me, fuck me, make me scream!"
With these final instructions, you begin to pound Mina. The other two women clearly appreciate this—they finger themselves harder, moans more drawn-out, and Mina, most of all, loves it. You feel her walls tighten and get wetter around you, and her moans grow in frequency and pitch as she draws closer and closer, the claps of sex louder and louder—
"TakaGI, I'M—!!"
Mina never finishes her sentence—she wails in pleasure instead as she hits her peak. Her hips buck hard, and squirt gushes into the air as your cock falls out of her, twitching hard. You were close, so close, and you grip Mina forcefully by the hips to hilt back into her. The feeling of her squirt gushing against your body paired with the tight squeeze of her walls as well as the friction of penetration causes you to explode deep within her. You freeze as your thick, hot semen paints Mina's walls and womb white, blast after blast of your cum shot deep into the youngest's body. At the same time, Sana and Momo orgasm right next to the both of you, twin jets of squirt showering both you and Mina as you ride out your orgasms. 
When you pull out from Mina, exhausted, you fall onto the stained sheets, uncaring of where you lie. Immediately, your semen bubbles out of Mina's freshly-used cunt and drips down her skin, and both Sana and Momo reach between their youngest's legs to taste your cum. 
"Mm, Takagi, you're delicious…" Sana licks her lips as her eyes twinkle, and Momo only grins at you, her stare just as lustful. 
"Good job, Takagi…"
Both Japanese women tug you, and they lead you to a drier part of the bed. They both take turns making out with you, and you're ready to go in a matter of minutes. 
"I see you're ready~." Momo takes her position as she straddles you and lines your cock up to her cunt. Sana swings a leg over your face, and you know you're in for even more fun. 
The last you remember is Sana and Momo sinking down on you, and at that moment, you swear that Heaven is a place on Earth.
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Thinking about big dick Chifuyu who doesn’t know how to handle the gift God has given him
You two have been in bed for what feels like hours trying to get his dick to fit inside you and it’s more of a task than either of you imagined. He’s eaten you out over and over, sucking and licking at your clit while putting three fingers inside you to try to open you up more. Though you’ve already come multiple times, it hasn’t been while he’s inside you and it’s making both of you crazy.
“Just jack me off.” He sounds defeated as he starts to move away from you. “This isn’t going to work.”
You grab him by his face and pull him back in for a kiss.
“Don’t say that. We can figure this out. We just have to try something else.” You counter.
He sighs and sinks back down on top of you.
“We’ve been trying forever. I can’t get it in.”
You distract him with a make out session while you develop a new game plan. He’s in the process of placing kisses all over your neck when you realize what you have to do.
“Chifuyu?”
“Hmm?”
His eyes meet yours and they’re dark with lust.
He needs to cum and he needs it badly.
“You just have to push it in all the way. Don’t stop until you’re deep inside me.”
His cock twitches against your thigh, and you know he wants nothing more than to tear you in half. But sweet chifuyu thinks with his head and not his cock so he’s still hesitant.
“I don’t know, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You've been waiting since the first time you laid eyes on him for this moment and are more than willing to do anything to make it work.
“I can take it. I promise.” You pull him in and press your lips to his again. “Just fuck me, Chifuyu.”
He’s cautious sliding back into you, and when you’re already gasping and wriggling away when he’s only a third of the way in, you feel him start to draw back.
“No! Don’t stop. I can take it, I promise!” You plead, though he’s already almost stretched you to your typical limit.
“Are you sure?” His eyebrows furrow and you notice a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. His arms are on either side of you and the veins are threatening to burst through skin.
He’s using all his strength to hold back from slamming all the way into you.
“Yes! Just keep going.”
He nods working himself in a little deeper.
You involuntarily shriek at the sensation of being filled up and stretched more than you ever thought possible but you tell him to keep going so he does.
Soon you’re a complete mess beneath him. A moaning, screaming, watery eyed mess begging him to go deeper.
When he’s finally mostly inside you, he’s pressing kisses all over your face, brushing your hair aside, and apologizing.
“I’m sorry…fuck, I know it’s big. I’m sorry…you just feel so fucking good…”
He’s alternating between apologizing and thrusting deeper when, by some divine miracle, you open up fully for him and he slips the rest of the way into you.
Both of you are surprised and when your eyes meet his you see something has changed within him.
The sweet cautious man who was too scared to fuck you is gone and he’s been replaced with someone far more devious.
A low growl escapes him as he lowers himself so that his mouth is near your ear. He leans in close and whispers “I’m going to make this pussy mine.”
Then he lets you have all the sexual energy he’s been holding back. He’s got your legs up on his shoulders, pounding down into you while you cry out his name over and over.
The more you moan and scream his name the harder he fucks you.
“You take this big cock even better than I thought you would. Fuck- You like being used like this don’t you?”
You can barely believe THIS is the same person who was too shy to kiss you first.
Now he’s on top of you talking like he invented sex.
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