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#she's pussy incarnate
sooniebby · 21 days
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Alr bro I am BACK from the Malevolent Kitchen- So this whole thing takes place in the Heian era, when Sukuna was at his strongest and walking around as a four armed, tall monster of a man (he has two massive dicks I am not being told otherwise don't even play, lad)
Reader (do I even gotta say it? I'm real predictable let's be fr 💀) as Sukuna's favourite shrine keeper- as he's speaking to some sorcerers (prolly begging for mercy or smth), he calls the reader over and commands him to strip and warm his (massive) cocks, all the while the poor sorcerers are just fucking sitting there. Eventually, he gets tired of the reader just warming his cocks and commands him to start moving, scoffing when the reader is too slow for his liking- ultimately he just grabs the reader's hips with his lower pair of arms, using him like a fleshlight,,,,,,,
ALSO if and only if you are feeling up to it,,,,, skip to modern day when Sukuna gets incarnated again and is immediately like okay where the fuck is reader (he's been alive with Uraume, which is why he hasn't physically aged, either) so he can drag the reader into his innate domain and get his dick wet after centuries of no bf :((( kinks- degradation, sadism/masochism, size, double penetration, exhibitionism
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ఌ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍
꧁ 𝙍𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂
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Warnings › first time ever writing Sukuna. Reader is trans male and he has breasts. Use of breasts and chest is interchangeable. Pussy, cunt, and hole are also used. Sukuna is still very mean but I made him just a little bit nicer, cuz romance lmao. Mentions of suicide. Boku is the JPN male version of I. Reader slurs his speech a lot
Kinks › degradation, sadism/masochism, size, double penetration, exhibitionism, nipple play, creampie, breast/chest play
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Wakizashi.
That’s what your dad called it. A Wakizashi. Shorter than a katana, larger than a dagger. The only weapon a civilian could handle in broad daylight without being seen as a threat. Many used it as a way to commit suicide.
He told you to use it for that reason.
It was the only good thing you could do.
The Fujiwara clan was powerful. No doubt about it. And while your father wasn’t the strongest, he was well respected. Many were excited when his wife was pregnant with you. Even when you came out as a girl, they weren’t too disappointed. Even a woman could be a strong sorcerer.
But you never did.
You had a curse technique.
But it was weak. It was fully based on defense.
The technique to manipulate shadows. But it was only your own. You could hide well but how does that help you in combat?
Didn’t help when you started spewing “nonsense” of not being a woman.
That earned you multiple whippings.
Everyone in the clan stopped paying attention to you after that moment. Your back covered in scars.
And the one large scar across your face.
Your Wakizashi flickered in the soft pale moonlight. The gold casing shining proudly. You took great care of it.
The harsh patters of feet caught your attention. You stood up from your makeshift mat, shuffling over to the small crack in your dilapidated cabin. It was practically a box. You glanced out, seeing multiple assassins hurriedly rushing out.
It looked to be the entirety of the Sun, Moon, and Stars Squad and then Five Empty Generals. Odd.
You shrugged it off, going back to lay down. You turned your attention back to your Wakizashi. It was the only thing you had in this box. You flicked your wrists, practicing your technique.
Even though you were weak, you still practiced everyday. With a sigh, you collapsed onto the bed. The rebellions you used to do as a child seemed so silly now. Cutting your hair, bathing with men, wearing male kimonos. Just to be locked away in the corner of your own home.
The door was unlocked but they made sure to make you fear even pushing it open.
Your mother took pity on you, being the one to deliver you food. You were sure that if she didn’t, you would’ve starved to death. But she seemed to be late today.
The soft sound of wind creaked against the old box. It shook slightly, always threatening to just collapse over you. Your eyes fluttered closed, clutching your Wakizashi close. It was only a few minutes later when the sounds of screaming caught your attention.
“He’s here!”
“Do not run away! We are the Toh!”
You sat up, staring at your door as the screams women, men, and even children reverberated through the cabin. Your grip tightened around the Wakizashi, bringing it up to your chest. Slowly, you crawled over to the door, pulling it inward to peek outside.
The sight… was horrific.
Blood. Blood everywhere. Weapons scattered. Arms detached. Heads rolling off bodies. Even a few bodies didn’t have the upper half. Many sliced into pieces.
You wanted to vomit. Who was doing this?
The Toh… was defeated.
You stepped outside the cabin, your bare feet touching the soft grass. The grass was colored red as you walked over to the piles of bodies. Your eyes scanning them, being able to name at least a fraction of the corpses. Underneath one, your mother’s eyes stared right at you.
Your breathing hitched, your hand clamping around your mouth. Despite the cruelty they gave you—it was difficult seeing them like this. The further you walked to the entrance of the Toh estate, the more gruesome each body became.
A few just being blood splattered against the floor.
“(Name).”
You shrieked, feeling a hand grasp your leg. It wasn’t someone you knew but her eyes were filled with fear. Blood trickled down her face.
“Run…. For your own sake.” She whispered.
Your eyes trailed over her body before you backed away.
The lower half of her body was gone.
Her arm fell down as her eyes closed.
You needed to run. If people as powerful as your clan were dropping like flies, you’d be killed immediately if this thing came to see you.
You began to run. Ignoring the bodies you had to jump or step over. You kept your eyes straight ahead. The Wakizashi tight in your grip. You hoped and prayed you would make it out free.
“Sukuna, is there any you want for dinner later?”
A horrid gasp left your body as you skid to a stop.
Your dad’s head hung from the grasp of a person. They were dressed in a kimono, short white hair. They held your father’s head up to a… thing behind them. The thing took your father’s head and examined it before tossing it aside.
“Not that one. Look for another.”
Its voice shook your body. The two of them were speaking as if they were looking at meat. Did they eat humans? But the white haired one looked like a human. You didn’t get the chance to think further when they suddenly turned over to you.
“Was something there?” The white haired one asked.
They saw nothing. The spot you once stood was empty, the only sight being corpses. They turned over to the thing, Sukuna.
“Go look for acceptable meat, Uraume.”
“Yes, Sukuna.”
Uraume began to move a few of the bodies about, looking for one that was acceptable for Sukuna. Sukuna hummed, cracking his neck as he looked around. His staggering form covered in blood. He stared in the direction of where you once stood.
You kept silent, staring right back at him. You had hastily summoned your curse technique, making yourself invisible to the naked eye. Your curse technique allowed you to hide in the shadows and even manipulate your own to hide yourself.
But it wasn’t strong, you could never hold it for longer than five minutes. And you haven’t eaten all day, you were weak. Hiding yourself physically didn’t hide any noises you made. So you clamped your lips shut, trying to not breathe, hoping he’d look away.
If you moved, he’d surely hear your footsteps, especially with how quiet it was. Your knuckles turned white as you clamped tightly at your Wakizashi.
Unable to hold it any longer, you let out a soft huff, pulling in as many air as possible.
But that was enough for Sukuna.
A large puff of air attacked you as you lost control of your technique, suddenly becoming visible. You collapsed to the ground, crying out in shock as you stared up at Sukuna.
He was large. Four arms and two faces. His eyes narrowed at you, glancing over you as he began to smirk. Blood covered his body. You knew your father and mother’s blood was mixed in there.
“How could I have missed you? You puny little thing.” He reached over to grab your hair but it went right through your body. Sukuna huffed, slightly confused on what just happened.
Your other ability, besides just becoming one with shadows, was the short ability to make your body unable to be touched. Sukuna pulled back clamping his fist before thrusting it into your chest.
It went through, but he didn’t kill you. Sukuna pulled his arm away, his head tilting. He didn’t look angry, on the contrary. He looked amused.
You quickly pulled the sheath off your Wakizashi and stood up on shaky legs. You had never fought. Never even used the Wakizashi against a real opponent besides a tree.
Sukuna chuckled. “Do your best.” He said, grinning. It was no encouragement. He didn’t even move into a fighting stance. Just from a look at you, he knew he was going to win.
“Domain Expansion: Moonlight Paradise.”
Dark matter spilled out from the ground as it formed into an orb around you and Sukuna. Your domain wasn’t strong. It wasn’t anything that helped you win fights.
It was a paradise.
A crescent moon shined, adding light to the otherwise dark domain. Spider lilies grew from the ground, surrounding you like a barrier of protection. A large sakura tree sprouted from the ground, growing tall as it quickly blossomed.
You shivered as you looked up at Sukuna. A feeling of bile filled your throat as you doubled over and coughed out blood. Sukuna looked at you with disgust, the hell was this?
“Is this your best?” He asked, stepping over to you. He was hoping for some sort of fight. But this was all you had to offer? A piss poor attempt at a domain.
You held out your Wakizashi, handing the hilt to Sukuna.
“If… die…” You winced, unsure of how to explain yourself. You weren’t taught to speak. Not after your whipping at age 9. And with everyone no longer speaking to you, you hadn’t spoken in years. Your voice was hoarse, struggling to work after years of being dormant.
You made the effort to write and read. But you stopped speaking. You hated your voice. This female voice that wasn’t yours.
Even now, just hearing your voice made you angry.
It’s a shame you were going to die with this voice.
“If…I…must die…You…willdo..bymy…Wakizashi.”
“Boku?” Sukuna muttered, staring at you. His eyes roamed your body. You weren’t a man. Not by the sight of your ample chest. You were wearing a female kimono. But your hair was cut short by a blade, judging by the jagged ends.
“Boku!” You screamed, glaring at him. You weren’t going to die being misgendered. You were going to die with the pride of being a male.
Sukuna grabbed the Wakizashi. It was small in his large hand. He lazily spun it around, making you slightly worried that he’d break it.
“You call yourself a man but you give up so easily?” He tossed the Wakizashi to your feet. “Pick it up. You have a technique, use it.”
You bent down, picking it up. “Nouse…strongerthan… me.” You could tell he had a bit of trouble understanding you, but you didn’t care. You just wanted your death to be over with.
“Why the domain?”
“diein…pretty…place..”
Sukuna glanced around. Your domain seemed to be just for aesthetic. There wasn’t any hint of anything else brewing inside. Nothing that was waiting to attack him. You really seemed set on dying without a fight.
You knew your place quite well.
He liked that.
“Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.”
Your own peaceful domain was torn to shreds as red covered the sky. A large Buddhist shrine grew out of the ground behind Sukuna. Skulls decorated it. It looked to be human skulls. The ground beneath you became dark water.
But your spider lilies stayed alive. The crescent moon still shining down on you.
Sukuna sat down on his throne, his leg resting against the arm. He stared down at you, his eyes roaming you from his new position over you.
The Sakura tree died, disappearing like a puff of smoke. You collapsed to the floor and coughed heavily, the toll of opening your domain already affecting your body.
“Are you from the Toh?” He suddenly asked.
You mutely nodded.
“Look at me when I speak to you.”
You glanced up, trying to ignore the growing pit of fear in your belly. He smirked, leaning forward. One of his hands resting on his knee. The other holding up his chin.
“I find you interesting. I’ll allow you to live, as my shrine keeper. Once I’m bored, I’ll kill you.”
“inmy…domain..?”
“If that’s what you desire.”
Despite the voices in your head tell you to not accept, you nodded. You knew at most, this curse would only let you live for a day or two before he kills you. At the very least, you’d get to enjoy Earth’s beauty in the fullest.
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“You’re filthy.”
A basin of water poured over your head as you shivered outside, fully nude. Your arms tightened around your chest as you were soaked twice before a rag began to rub against your body.
It was Uraume. They weren’t impressed that Sukuna had chosen to keep you alive. You were weak, what did Sukuna gain from keeping you?
But Uraume didn’t question it. They knew their limitations.
“When was the last time you bathed?”
You winced, being roughly manhandled to face Uraume as they kneeled down, scrubbing between your legs.
“River…bathein..River.”
Uraume hummed. Their hand trailed upward, unabashedly scrubbing your pussy before moving to your ass. “What’s your technique? Or were you not blessed with one?”
“Shadows.”
“How does it work?”
You bit your lip, unable to stop the slight giggle when Uraume moved up to your ribcage. They stopped for a second, believing they had hurt you until you gave a slight smile. They huffed and continued on, making sure no part of your body was left untouched.
With the moonlight shining down on you, you glanced down at Uraume’s shadow. You reached out and gently poked the shadow’s cheek. Uraume stopped, looking up at you with wide eyes.
You couldn’t help but grin. You grabbed the shadow’s hair, twirling a strand. A strand of Uraume’s hair began to twirl as if a finger was doing it. But there was nothing holding it up.
“You can manipulate shadows?”
“Mhn…justtouch.” You slurred. “Can’t…domuch…wasn’t…taught.”
You stepped away, shyly smiling as you slowly disappeared into your own shadow. Uraume hummed, nodding themselves as they watched you come back up.
“Can’t…hidefor…long. Noise…canbe…heard.”
“Do you have no offense attack?”
You shook your head. “Touch…couldbe…offensive…buti…can’t… can’t handle…weapons..too…weak.”
“I don’t believe that. Every curse can be offensive. You simply wasn’t trained properly.” Uraume walked over, grabbing the basin filled with water. They brought over your head and dumped it, ignoring your slight shriek at the cold water.
“It won’t matter now. Sukuna more than likely won’t let you live longer than a day. It’s a shame.” They draped a small towel over your body. “Use this to dry off. I’ll retrieve your clothing.”
As you dried off, you thought about what they said.
Was that true?
Could you use your technique for offense?
It made sense. You were never taught to try as you had quickly mastered hiding first. And then the whole problem of your stunts of being a male, it’s no wonder you stuck to defense.
It was the only way you could protect yourself from such hatred.
It didn’t matter now though. You were going to die in a day, anyway.
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It’s been months.
It’s been months and you were still alive.
It was shocking. After the first day, you were so sure you were going to die. But Sukuna didn’t even pay attention to you. He walked right past you. He hardly talks to you at all.
You stuck to cleaning his shrine, most of the time.
Even Uraume seemed surprised you even made it to a week. But soon, they started to treat you… decently? They showed you how to cook certain meals and if they were up to it, taught you ways to use your curse technique in an offensive manner.
“Speak slowly.” Uraume said, sitting across from you in the small room. You and Uraume lived in a small minka, just a few feet away from Sukuna’s shrine. He seemed to have two shrines, one in his domain and the other here.
You sighed, nodding your head. Uraume would sometimes hold speaking lessons. They had gotten tired of having to listen to your almost incoherent way of speech.
“I…wield…theknife—”
“—The. Knife.”
“The…Knife…”
“Continue.”
“The…Knife…to…cut…meat.”
“Good enough. Go bathe.”
You nod, grabbing your Wakizashi and walking outside. Since the minka was small, the shower area was just outside the home. Your robes pooled around your feet as you filled in the basin, yawning to yourself.
“You’re still here?”
A chill rushes up your spine as you look back, gasping in shock. It was Sukuna. He stood only a few feet away from you, his eyes trailing down your nude body. You blush, using your hands to cover your crotch and chest from his gaze.
“whatdo…you..mean..? Why…wouldi..leave?”
Sukuna smirked. “You have no sense of free will. You had multiple attempts to run away. Uraume can’t sense you when you use your technique. Yet you’re still here.” He walks over to you, kneeling down to your level. You gulp, wondering if this is the moment of your demise.
His hand reaches out, coming into close contact with your face.
Your eyes clamp shut, leaning away.
But he doesn’t hurt you.
You feel a hand squeeze your right breast. You open one eye and look down. Sukuna’s hand squeezes your breast as he hummed in satisfaction.
“It’s soft.” He said.
“Mngh?!” You shriek, unable to really move in fear he’d tear you in two.
Two of his hands grasp both of your legs, spreading them open as you cry out. You were practically manhandled, spread open for his eyes to see. Your hands flung to his chest, embarrassment filling your chest as you tried to calm down your heavy breathing.
“If you wish to keep living, become useful to me.”
“Useful…?”
“I already have a cook. I need pleasure in other ways.”
A feather like touch teased your cunt. You gasped, looking down to see his one free hand slightly teasing your cunt. You’ve never touched yourself down there. It felt odd. You didn’t understand how this could give him any sort of pleasure.
Sukuna seemed to notice your confusion as he chuckled lightly, manhandling you to rest on your back, legs still held up high.
“I will simply train you to handle me.” Two fingers sinked into your tight heat. You felt your body thrash against his hold, believing he was somehow killing you. It felt strange. So strange to have something inside you.
Was this apart of his technique?
Would you explode if he curled his finger?!
Sukuna chuckled, enjoying your fearful expression. “Relax. Pleasure will soon consume you.” The fingers began to slowly move in and out, rubbing against your wet walls. You gasped, toes slightly curled as something weird began to burrow in your belly.
His thumb rubbed against your clit, causing you to cry out. That seemed to be your weakness. For the next few minutes, he slowly teased your cunt open, occasionally rubbing your clit. Your body stopped thrashing but you couldn’t help but arch your back, biting your lip as screams threatened to live your throat.
“eeeeh…pee..pee..!” You cried out, tears welling in your eyes. Sukuna’s fingers didn’t stop, instead they continued. Even as you continued to cry that you were about to piss, Sukuna only laughed.
Your cunt clamped tightly around his fingers as you felt your body spasm. A moan left your throat as something washed over you. You felt…good?
What was this? Why did you feel so sleepy?
With what little strength you had left, you grabbed your Wakizashi and held it against his chest, glaring up at him. Sukuna released your legs and grabbed your hand, simply having to squeeze it to have you release the Wakizashi.
You felt too sluggish to actually put up a fight.
“You orgasm but still have the energy to use a weapon.” He laughed to himself. “You truly are interesting.”
He stood up and walked away, leaving you on the floor, legs spread open.
Just…. What the fuck was that?
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Orgasm.
It was an orgasm.
And Sukuna had been giving it to you constantly.
He appeared more frequently at the minka. He grabbed you whenever he pleased, even if Uraume was in the area. Spreading your thighs as he fingered your heat. He would sometimes squeeze your breasts, always commenting that it was his favorite body part of yours.
You were even forbidden from wearing underwear.
Easy access, apparently.
Uraume didn’t seem to comment or care about this new development. They simply helped you bathe whenever you were too tired. You still had your occasional lesson on speech and offense but you weren’t making much progress.
But somehow, the crazy murder, Uraume was encouraging. Believing it was just difficult for you to let go of old habits, especially in speech. You still couldn’t believe that they were a ruthless killer by how nicely they treated you.
It had been close to a year now.
You still thought about your clan. The massacre that happened right in front of you. But you couldn’t mourn them. Not after how they treated you. Such cruelty.
Sukuna and Uraume treated you like a male.
How could monsters treat you so well but not your own family?
There were days Uraume and Sukuna were gone. Those days you knew they were killing some other clan. Killing any sorcerers that dared stumble onto their path. But you never ran away.
Despite the amount of times you could.
You just never did.
Your fingers traced against Sukuna’s shrine, making sure there was no dust collecting on it. This was one of the rare occasions you were in his domain. But there were other sorcerers here—they were on their knees, pleading for their life.
You didn’t look at them at all, not wanting to be reminded of their humanity. To be reminded that Sukuna was a ruthless killer. That you were lucky you could stand near him and not fear death.
“(Name).”
You glanced up, looking over to see Sukuna motion for you to come over. Your bare feet pattered against the dark water as you went over to him, standing up straight as you waited for whatever he could want.
“Sit.”
When you moved to kneel, Sukuna grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap. You cried out, feeling your body freeze at the sudden closeness. You’ve never been so close to him. Being able to feel his breathing. The slow swell of his chest.
He began speaking to the sorcerers again but you didn’t pay attention. Hypnotized by this new position. Your hand slowly rested against his chest, your head leaning on his shoulder. You looked so small against him.
You couldn’t help but sniff the air, wondering if he had a scent.
He didn’t.
You stayed on his lap for a moment, wondering if he had just wanted you to cuddle him but you felt something twitching against your crotch. It was thick. Being strained by his robes. You wondered if it was just his knee but it kept twitching.
It was strange. It pressed against your cunt, earning a whimper from you. You had gotten so sensitive down there, easily orgasming when Sukuna touched you.
There was a tug at your robes as it was pulled down, causing you to gasp. Your breasts plopped out but you quickly covered them. It was luck that you had your back facing the sorcerers. Though they seemed to have stopped talking—only their soft whimpering and cries heard.
Sukuna didn’t say a word as he pulled open his own robe, two cocks springing free. You stared at it in shock. You’d never seen anything like it. It’d been years since you saw male genitalia. Did all males have two? That seemed a bit much.
You were glad you didn’t have any. It looked to be a pain to have to walk with something so huge between your legs. They pressed against your pussy—teasing your entrance. You backed away a little, only to have Sukuna grip your waist with his two lower hands.
“I trained you for this.” He simply said before turning his attention back to the pitiful sorcerers.
Training?
That training was for this?
Is that even safe?
You felt nervous. That… thing was supposed to go inside you? It wouldn’t kill you? You slowly sat up, hesitantly hovering over his cocks. The thought of putting two in so quickly, you didn’t think you could handle it. So you settled for one at a time.
The bottom cock slowly nestled inside your cunt as you eased it inside. It wasn’t painful but you didn’t like the feeling. It was odd, different than Sukuna’s fingers. His hands squeezed your waist once you finally bottomed out.
You glanced up, seeing his eyebrow raised. It was easy to tell that he was amused you could only fit one. You pouted, burying your face in his chest. He couldn’t blame you. You didn’t even know cocks could go inside a person! How could you fit two in the first try.
His second cock rested against your tummy. It looked a bit dejected. You kinda felt bad.
Sukuna and the sorcerers continued their conversation. You couldn’t pay it much attention. Your pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Your fingers clutched at his robe as you took deep breaths, beginning to feel weird with the thick cock spreading you full.
The sound of someone screaming caught your attention, but when you made the effort to turn around, Sukuna kept you still. He pushed you to rest against his chest, face smushed against his shoulder.
Someone was killed.
It was silent for a few more minutes before the remaining sorcerers began to speak about festivals they would hold in Sukuna’s honor. Sukuna’s cock twitched inside you. Huh, he must find that arousing.
Your eyes fluttered, sleep almost taking you over until Sukuna’s hands tightened around your waist. You felt your body be lift up until he slammed you back down. Your back arched as you screamed out.
The pain of the sudden movement somehow made you feel good. He bounced you on his cock as if you were nothing but a plaything. His grunts filling the domain. You were so happy he couldn’t see the sorcerers eyes on you, watching as you were used by the King of Curses for his own personal pleasure.
The thought of anyone in your clan knowing too brought fear inside your heart.
Any sort of pleasure you were feeling left. Your eyes fluttered closed as you just allowed Sukuna to take whatever he pleased. The reality of your situation had hit. You were nothing.
A toy for Sukuna.
Pitiful.
You were fucking pitiful.
Something warm erupted inside your heat, coating your walls. You let out a shuddered gasp, unable to ignore the small amount of pleasure that brought you. There was something white coating your tummy from his second cock.
Was this sperm?
It didn’t matter.
You couldn’t live like this anymore.
You proved your father right.
You were only good for one thing.
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Wakizashi.
The Wakizashi was smaller than a katana, bigger than a dagger. A weapon civilians could carry around safely.
A weapon many used in suicide.
It was midnight. The moon shining down at you. You stood deep in the forest, bare feet touching the soft grass. You always loved the beauty of nature. The one thing that couldn’t be tainted.
You wore the female kimono you were forced to wear in the Toh. Despite the trauma, you still held the kimono close to you. It was made by your mother.
Your Wakizashi was held tightly in your hand. Its sharp blade glistening in the pale moonlight. You slowly widen your stance, arms gently moving into position as you whispered those faithful words.
“Domain Expansion: Midnight Paradise.”
The paradise soon engulfed you. The familiar spider lilies blooming around you. Sakura petals fluttering from the makeshift sky. It was peaceful.
The ground, however, was dark water.
You’d never done that before. Sukuna must’ve rubbed off on you. A bitter laugh left you. You really allowed a curse to take you—allowing it to plant itself into your heart.
The Wakizashi felt heavy in your grip. Even as you placed the blade against your neck, your hand shook. It rattled in your hand as tears streamed down your face. You didn’t even know why you were hesitating. Sukuna didn’t like you.
He used you for pleasure—he said it himself.
You were simply doing him a favor.
Your grip tightened as you sighed. It would be okay. This is what you always wanted.
Maybe, you’ll be born to a happy family.
The blade cut clean through your throat, blood oozing out. You dropped the Wakizashi as you collapsed. Your eyes fluttered closed as you accepted your death.
Only for you to realize you weren’t bleeding anymore.
You reached up and touched your throat, feeling a scaring instead of the open wound. It… healed?!
“Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.”
“You humans are amusing.” The calming paradise bursts—Sukuna’s shrine appearing in front of you. The spider lilies stayed, curling around you as if it was comforting you. “You seem to have forgotten you belong to me.”
Sukuna appeared on the throne, staring you down with a glare. “I choose when you die. I will grant you the freedom of death. Now, come here.”
You slowly sat up, staring at him in shock. You had so many questions. How? Why? What did he do to make you live?
“Come here. Now.” He said, his tone stern. You stood up on shaky legs, slowly walking over to him. His body seemed larger than before. His eyes narrowing at every movement you took.
Sukuna grabbed your kimono as soon as you were close enough and tore it open. It ripped to shreds, falling to your feet in minutes. You held back your tears, keeping your eyes on the ground.
“(Name), you will look me in the eye when I speak to you.”
You glanced up, feeling your body hiccup as your tears began to flow. Sukuna simply stared at you, his eyes roaming your nude body. He stood up and gripped your face, moving your face upwards.
You expected anger. His cruelty to show for your actions. But his thumb gently traced the scaring across your face. It was from the whipping back then. It was jaggeder, covering your left eye to your right cheek. It was pure luck that you could even see from that eye.
“This body,” his hands trail down to your throat, tracing your new scar across your throat, “isn’t yours anymore. It’s mine. If you wish to die so badly it’ll be my hands.”
His grip tightened, causing you to gasp, your hands clutching at his arm. He stared you down, eyes showing no sign of any heart. But he didn’t strangle you. He moved down, grasping your right breast.
“Humans are insignificant. You should be grateful that I keep you alive. Your only purpose is to please me.” He pushed you into the ground as you gasped out, staring up at him as he kneeled down, tearing off his own robes.
You parted your legs, not even attempting to fight back. But you didn’t want to fight back. You wanted him.
Sukuna smirked. “Some man you are. Whoring yourself so easily.”
“itsokay…becauseits…Sukuna…” You whispered, giving him a soft smile through your tears. Sukuna froze for a moment, staring down at you as he grunted in anger. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you close, rubbing his cocks against your pussy.
“You know your place now?”
“Mmmmh. Sukuna’s…”
Sukuna chuckled, his lips slightly tugging into a smile. It was odd. You felt safe in his presence. The dark thoughts swirling in your brain felt like nonsense when you were near him. But you didn’t know why.
It felt counterintuitive to feel safe in the arms of a man that committed a massacre.
His degradation felt like care. He used a technique to save you.
He must care about you.
Even if the way he showed it was cruel.
Perhaps you weren’t mentally sane.
More than likely.
You reached over, grasping two of Sukuna’s hands and bringing it to your breasts. He easily squeezed them both, pulling at your nipples. A shuddered breath left your lips as you whimpered.
“You must be punished—for damaging my possession.” You feel his cocks teasing your pussy. There was no getting out of it. You’ll be taking both at the same time.
Slowly, inch by inch, his two cocks sinked into your pussy. It was painful—nothing you could have ever imagine. Your breathing shuddered, hands gripping at his shoulder for some form of relief.
How could anyone like this?
Two of his hands gripped your breasts while the other two held your waist down, keeping you still. You wanted to thrash around, pull away due to the pain but he was too strong. But even though it was so painful, your cunt clenched around his cocks.
Your hands moved downwards, tracing his abs as you giggled to yourself. Being so close to him, you could finally take a good look at him.
The black markings all over his body. The second face. His four large arms.
He looked better in the moonlight.
Your hand moved away from his chest, reaching over to grab your Wakizashi. With a swiftness, one of Sukuna’s hands grabbed your wrist.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Wakizashi.”
You managed to pull your wrist away and grab the Wakizashi. You used your other hand to grab one of his and place it over the other gripping the Wakizashi. Sukuna’s eyes stayed on you, his eyebrows raising as he watched you with curiosity.
“Myheart…and….Wakizashi…belongto…Sukuna…Ryomen.”
A childish grin spread on your lips as you leaned up and gently kissed Sukuna’s hand that gripped yours. You looked up, unsure if Sukuna understood you. He seemed to have trouble understanding your form of speech.
But the look he gave you was scary. It was as if he was angry but also… lustful?
He released his grip on your hand and reached up, grabbing the back of your head as he smashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widen, your hand releasing the Wakizashi. It clattered onto the floor before being pushed away by Sukuna.
You didn’t know curses could kiss.
You never thought a curse would be your first kiss.
But you eagerly kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He manhandled you to lay back down your back as two hands lifted your legs. You almost forgot all about his cocks inside of you.
His hips moved back before slamming forward, causing your body to jostle from the force. You screamed out, nails beginning to claw at his back as he took you.
The sounds of skin slapping and your stuttered moaning filled the domain. Sukuna’s cocks stretched you full, reaching so deep inside you worried he’d spilt you open. You glanced down, seeing the soft tell sign of something bulging against your stomach.
From the inside…
Was that his cock?
Curses were insane.
It didn’t take long for you to reach your orgasm, your cunt clamping tightly around his cocks. But he didn’t let up, using you like a sex toy. Though it didn’t bother you this time—you liked it.
Sukuna’s hips slammed into you as the warm sperm began to coat your inner walls. That was fast.
You glanced up at Sukuna to see him looking away, as if he was also shocked he came that fast. A cocky grin appeared on your lips as you giggled, pressing kisses on Sukuna’s cheek.
“Wasi…thatgood?” You asked, looking up at him with eyes that resembled a puppy. Sukuna didn’t answer, simply pulling away from you despite your whines.
“I’m hungry. Go tell Uraume to cook me a meal.” Sukuna bluntly said, standing up as he slipped back into his robes. You simply wrapped an arm around your chest and clamped your legs closed for decency.
You reached over to grab your Wakizashi when it was quickly taken from you. Your eyes nervously turned over to Sukuna, watching as he lazily flipped the weapon before hiding it in his robe.
“Uhm….my…”
He smirked, “did you not say that it belongs to me now?”
You frowned. Well now you regretted that.
“You’ll earn it once you learn your place. Now go.” His eyes trailed down to the new scar on your throat. You could never tell what Sukuna was feeling but you could’ve sworn he seemed… upset at the sight. But his face quickly became neutral as he walked back to his shrine, sitting down and getting comfortable.
Your fingers gently traced the scaring on your throat. You’ve never seen the technique Sukuna used. It wasn’t something anyone taught you. But it must’ve been a strong one.
And he used it to save you.
Was that….
Love? ཆི❤︎ཆྀ
You haven’t gotten your Wakizashi back.
Sukuna would occasionally taunt you with it, threatening to snap it in half. But he never did. He seemed to enjoy your panicked responses.
He kept it close though. It was always tucked inside his robe. You wondered if he ever used it when he went on his sorcerer killing sprees. Not that he’d ever need to. He could kill towns in minutes.
But it felt nice to have him hold it.
Your speech was still terrible. Uraume was the only person who could understand you, especially when you spoke longer sentences.
“Andi…sawthe…bunnyrush…awaytothe…burrow..! Butigrabbed…thecarrots…itstole!”
“You should’ve killed the bunny.” Uraume responded, handing you a bowl of miso soup. They gave Sukuna a plate that looked to be human meat. You had gotten used to ignoring the smell.
Sukuna stared at you from across the table. “The bunny ran where?”
“Theburrow.”
“Uraume, I thought you were teaching him to speak clearly,” Sukuna said. Uraume shrugged as they sat down beside you.
“Teaching takes time. (Name) is twenty two, it’s harder to change habits by this age.”
It practically became a habit for you to constantly repeat yourself when speaking to Sukuna. Other times he’d tell you to stop speaking. He was still rude and a bit cruel.
But he certainly changed. Judging by the fact he’d occasionally kiss you. Though it wasn’t soft and romantic kisses. Most kisses would leave you breathless with bruised lips.
He still took you whenever he pleased. Having you ride him in front of people. That was still embarrassing. But you learned to live with it.
You were sitting outside, the moon shining down at you as you slowly weaved a bracelet with flower stems. There were three others scattered beside you, dawned with small chrysanthemums decorating them.
The thin robe you wore hardly covered you properly causing you to shiver at a particular rush of cool breeze. You grinned, holding the finished bracelet in triumph. They were larger than your wrists, having been made as large as possible.
As you grabbed the other three, two hands grasped your breasts, harshly squeezing them. You gasped, almost dropping the bracelets as you looked back to see Sukuna. He used his other two hands to lift you up, just as his domain opened around you both.
He sat at his shrine, settling you onto his lap. His hands pulled your robe off as you clutched the bracelets tightly, making sure to not accidentally drop them.
One of his hands trailed between your legs, easily teasing your pussy. You shivered, resting your head on his chest as he slowly teased you open. His large fingers slipped inside your cunt, stretching you out.
“Sukuna…” You mewled. “Gotyoupresent…”
You felt the loud reverberation of his grunt through his chest. It was somehow comforting that he had such human bodily autonomy. Your hands slowly opened, holding them up for him to see. Four brackets with red and white chrysanthemums in the center of the flower stems.
Sukuna grabbed one of them, examining it as his finger continued to stretch you open. He chuckled slightly, placing it back into your palms.
“I don’t need gifts from you.” He said, earning a frown from you. Your lips parted as you tried to argue back only for him to lean down and nip at your lips, kissing you with as much softness as he could possibly muster.
“I already own you.”
Your breathing hitched, staring up at him in shock. You eagerly kissed him back—moaning as he began to feverishly finger you open.
“Takeme…please.” You whispered, placing the brackets onto the ground as you moved to properly straddle him. Your hand pulled his robe open, allowing his cock to freely press against your thigh.
You shyly grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Useme…Sukuna Ryomen.”
Sukuna smirked, two of his hands instantly gripping your hips. “You don’t get to complain later.” He said before slamming you down onto his cock. You screamed out, the painful stretch bringing you a pleasure that you had learned to love.
He bounced you up and down on his cock with reckless abandon. Your sweet, high pitched cries being music to his ears. The sight of you was intoxicating. Your breasts bouncing in tandem with his thrusts—your cunt clenching around his cocks like a vice.
And to think… he was going to kill you that day.
He would’ve missed out on such great pussy.
Whatever he felt for you, he wasn’t sure. But what he did know was that he loved fucking you.
His hand reached down, kneading your ass. He leaned over and began to suckle on one of your nipples, earning a whine from you. You would always end up cumming more than twice, the least.
His name left your lips like a prayer, your nails digging into his shoulder as you wailed out.
You reached your first orgasm in minutes. He could always tell whenever you did. Your nose would scrunch up, lips curling into a frown, as your body began to stiffen. Your cunt would always tighten as well, practically begging him to fuck his cum into you.
The effect you had on him was different. He could last longer with random woman he found but with you… He always found himself releasing faster.
He bit down on your nipple, causing you to shriek at the pain. Despite the cries and whimpers you gave whenever he would intentionally hurt you. Twist a nipple too hard. Spank your ass a bit too red. You would always come back for more.
Fuck… just what have you done to him?
He pulled away from your breasts and pulled you closer, claiming your lips with anger. You helplessly kissed back—unable to really take any sort of control in the kiss.
You pulled away from the kiss to breathe, hiccuping as you nuzzled your face into his neck. He continued to bounce you on his cocks, getting you closer to your second orgasm.
It was unreal. To be so connected to a curse. The King of Curses no less.
You felt the quick swelling of his cocks, indicating he was about to cum. Your cunt tightened as much as it could, earning an animalistic grunt. He began to use you with no regard whatsoever to the bruising his grip left on your body.
He slammed into you just as his cocks began to cum deep inside you. You pulled him close to give him a kiss, reaching your own orgasm.
You didn’t know if what you felt for Sukuna was love. But you certainly didn’t want to live without him.
It’s a shame this would be the last day you saw him.
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It was interesting to see Japan grow so much.
You didn't know that you would’ve been alive for so long. To not age at all. It was a blessing and a curse. You certainly stopped getting to know people, tired of seeing them grow old in age or even die by unfortunate events.
You would occasionally see how the sorcerers were doing. But you never got close—knowing you were technically a betrayer. Uraume was still with you though they would occasionally disappear to meet a man named Kenjaku.
Other curses still disgusted you so you never made any effort to speak to them like Uraume did. They kept speaking as if they could bring back Sukuna but you didn’t really believe it.
No, it was more so you didn’t think it would be a great idea. You’d lived longer than you’d been with Sukuna at this point. And while you still love him, you knew deep down humans were doomed if he were to come back.
The soft breeze gently flew past as you sat in the woods. Moonlight shining down on you as you moved to lay down.
Something felt off, but you had pushed the feeling away. Being able to live for so long should’ve been a blessing though you would occasionally wish to die.
But you never got your Wakizashi back. You assumed Sukuna died with it.
You didn’t know if that made you feel better or not.
People were nice. Many calling you a man. It was like a dream come true.
It was like two sides fought inside of you.
The need to protect human lives.
The want to kiss and hug Sukuna.
Why couldn’t you have fallen in love with someone normal?
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“You shouldn’t come to Shibuya tonight.”
The soft hums of the television almost entirely drowned out Uraume’s voice. You looked over at them, watching as they grabbed something from the closet. Shibuya?
“I haven’t been to Shibuya in a while.” You said, glancing back at the tv. Your style of speech was more coherent after centuries of practice. Though you would sometimes revert back when emotional.
“Why? Is something going to happen in Shibuya?”
Uraume simply hummed. “Could your body handle Sukuna today?”
You got up from the couch and walked over to Uraume. “Hm? Handle him?” Your hands rested against the countertop of the kitchen as you thought for a moment. “No. I haven’t had sex in centuries. I’m a virgin again.”
You giggled at your own joke while Uraume rolled their eyes.
They turned over to you, their eyes trailing over your body. “Your chest is bigger.”
You glanced down at your chest before glaring at them. “I just gained weight.”
“That’s a good thing.” They patted you on the back. “Bigger is better. I’ll be back.”
You mutely waved as Uraume left, humming to yourself. Bigger is better? You were pretty sure you had seen porn ads with that as a slogan. But there was a weird feeling your tummy. Why did Uraume suddenly ask you about Sukuna?
It been forever. Did they….
No. You pushed the thought away. You’d become a stuttering mess if Sukuna appeared in front of you.
But you were sure you’d kill him.
Just for leaving you.
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“You’re okay keeping your face like that?”
“For now. If I’m going to be fighting amongst sorcerers, it’s better to maintain this kind of appearance.”
…..
“Where is he?”
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Uraume hasn’t been back for a while now. You didn’t get too worried, they had a habit of doing so. It mainly worried you that things seemed off. A massacre happened in Shibuya.
It felt too similar to his work.
You shrugged it off, knowing just how difficult to was to reincarnate Sukuna.
But what if…
You groaned in frustration. You needed to go visit the forest. Your favorite forest was all over the place. You would always change it whenever you felt tired of another. This forest was beautiful with a large crystal blue lake.
Small baby ducks floated about while its mother watched. You sat down right next to the lake, putting your feet in it for some cool water against your skin.
The pale moonlight shunned down on you, always being a comforting blanket. It would always calm you down. Your legs slowly treaded through the water, sending small waves to the ducks.
A giggle escaped your lips as you watched the baby ducks scatter at the sudden movement.
You leaned over and stared at your reflection, gently poking it with your index finger. Soft ripples carried across the lake.
Your mind began to blank as you yawned. The ease of distractions began to push away any worry you had before. Until you felt… something was off.
The forest was silent. No more soft rustle of the wind. Crickets. Birds. Even the ducks on the water were long gone. Something was wrong.
You slipped out of the water, glancing around. You slowly stood up and tried to ignore your own wishes for your Wakizashi. You’d get through without it.
But nothing happened. It was still—nothing came out and attacked you. You shook your head, scratching at your scalp as you turned back to face the lake.
“Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.”
Those words.
That voice.
The familiar black water pooled your bare feet. The same shrine covered in human skulls. The memories of cleaning it. Sitting on Sukuna’s lap while he taunted helpless sorcerers.
Spider lilies began to bloom around you, forming a circle. The moon was still shining down on you. You didn’t want to turn around. In fear of just how you’d react to seeing him.
Would he look the same? Did he still like you?
Did he ever like you?
You felt young again. The young and naive (Name) rushing back in. Who couldn’t speak properly. Who couldn’t fight to save his life.
Two hands suddenly appeared from behind you and spun you around.
He was still taller than you. His markings still all over his body. But his hair was black this time. He didn’t have two arms either. You almost didn’t believe it was him until a smirk spread on his lips.
Yeah… that’s your Sukuna.
Your body felt stiff as you slowly stepped forward before leaping into his arms. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you began to wail. Your hands gripped at his body—making sure this wasn’t a dream.
He was real. He was real.
“You’ve missed me, huh?” He teased, his hand trailing downwards to grip your hips. His thumbs sinked into your skin as if he was now checking if you were real too.
“Mhm….missedsukuna…solonely…” You whined, cursing when you noticed you couldn’t speak properly anymore. Now that was just embarrassing.
You continued hugging him, leaning in as close as humanly possible. Your hands gripping at his shoulders while you buried your face in his neck.
You really did betray your clan, cuddling with the murderer.
A sudden squeeze at your breasts caught your attention. You pulled away a bit to see Sukuna squeezing both of your breasts together. He smirked, his thumbs rubbing against your nipples through the shirt.
“They’re bigger.”
You glared at him. “Stopit. Youcanttouch…meuntil…iget…Wakizashi!” Sukuna rolled his eyes but complied, pulling away as he reached into his robes. Slowly, he pulled out your Wakizashi. Its gold sheath somehow still shining proudly.
Your hands practically snatched it away from him as you held it in the air, letting the moonlight shine down on it.
As beautiful as you remembered.
It looked recently cleaned. You glanced back at Sukuna, biting your lip. He kept it safe. He kept your Wakizashi safe.
Which meant…
He kept your heart safe.
“Do I get a reward for keeping that pathetic excuse of a weapon safe?” Sukuna asked, crossing his arms across his chest. Despite his words, you knew he took its protection seriously.
You mutely nodded. “Didn’t….sleepwith…anyone. Not since…youwere…gone.” You slowly placed the weapon on the floor as you stepped over to Sukuna.
“Kept myself just for you.” You managed to say before looking down in embarrassment. “Istill…belong…to…sukunaryomen.”
A grip on your chin caused you to flinch as he forced you to look up at him. Sukuna stared down at you, his eyes roaming your face. The same whip scaring on your face almost gone in its entirety. The scar on your neck completely faded.
“I see I have to remind you of the rules.” He said, forcefully tutting your head around as he continued to look at you. “Let’s sey that cunt of yours can handle me.”
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You missed this. His fingers thrusting into your pussy as he stretched you. Roughly kneading your breast with his free hand. It was weird being only touched by two hands—you couldn’t wait until he got his normal body.
Your back arched, soft mewls leaving your lips. You were fully nude, sat atop of Sukuna’s lap as he sat on his throne. Your cunt was tight. You really haven’t touched yourself ever since Sukuna left.
“Were you waiting for me?” Sukuna suddenly asked, his thumb teasing your clit as you whimpered. “Waiting to be used as my whore again?”
“Nghhh…”
“I was waiting to fuck this pussy again.” He slowly spread your pussy open. “Squeezing your tits. All I had was that fucking Wakizashi of yours.” He muttered bitterly, slamming his fingers deep into your cunt. You cried out, your hips moving upward as you tried to catch your breath.
He didn’t care that it had been centuries since you had sex. He seemed to enjoy that you were so loyal to him that you practiced celibacy.
“You’re lucky I need to feel your pussy around my cock—you deserve a punishment for not fulfilling your duties.” He pulled open his robe, his cock springing out. Your shuddered, feeling it rub against your pussy.
“What…duties…?” You whispered.
Sukuna harshly squeezed your breast, pulling at the nipple. You cried out in pain—your body squirming in his grip as his cock began teasing your pussy.
“You must’ve forgotten your place.” He whispered into your ear. “No matter, I’ll remind you of it.”
His cock slammed into your pussy, ignoring your scream of pain. He was harsh and unforgiving. Your body spasmed as it tried to get used to the harsh thrusting. It’d been so long, you already felt yourself feel close to an orgasm.
Sukuna’s hands gripped your thighs, pulling them upward as he thrusted into your tight cunt. The sound of skin slapping and your stuttered moaning filled the domain.
Despite the pain, you couldn’t help the slight smile on your lips. You missed being used like a toy for his pleasure. A groan left you as your pussy clenched around his cock. Even as you orgasmed, Sukuna didn’t let you, using you to reach his own.
You felt his cock suddenly pulsate in you as warm cum filled your insides. A shuddered moan left your lips. You almost forgot just how warm sperm could be.
But you began to feel yourself being moved up and down. His hands moved to grip your waist, easily bouncing you on his cock. The overstimulation instantly caused you discomfort but your whines fell on deaf ears.
“I’ve been without your cunt for centuries.” He said, grunting as you clenched around his cock. Your hands gripped at his thighs. You couldn’t hold back your moans, they were on the verge of screams. It was so much for what was essentially your first time.
Sukuna grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, smashing his lips into yours. You eagerly kissed back. The kiss reminded you of all the past ones. The bites on your lips. The feeling as if he was stealing your breath away.
As you pulled away, he gave you a lustful smirk.
“I intend to make up for lost time.”
You weren’t going to be able to walk for years.
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home is where the heart is ★ n.r
— 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ;; 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐒 & 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒
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in which your married life with natasha romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. with your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (and ultimately, very horny.)
pairing ★ sub!wife!natasha x beefy!butch!reader
chapter summary ★ natasha wakes you up with a pleasant surprise, your gremlin kids are the life and death of you, tony stark is annoying, marital sexting is pretty tough, and you're homesick for your wife's pussy.
warnings ★ (MINORS DNI) - explicit content, some pretty heavy kinks: blowjobs, marital sexting, breeding kink, daddy kink, probably more.
word count ★ 3.1k (feeding yall)
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You slept like the dead.
Or at least you did, on most mornings, oblivious to the waking world in your sweet slumber. 
Today was different, though. There was a distinct feeling of pleasantness swimming in your subconscious, one you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It urged you awake, a certain type of wet heat that insistently tugged and pulled.
It wasn’t until a jolt of arousal shot through you like a nine-millimetre shotgun that you jerked awake with a start.
“Shit!” you gasped, yanking off the blanket from your lower half, to reveal your ethereal wife perpetrating what could only be described as a wet dream.
Natasha’s head was obediently lowered in the midst of sucking your erect shaft, her viridescent gaze trained unto you with a twinkle of mischief. Wandering hands were sheathed under the front of your sweatshirt, painted nails mapping out the expanse of your tensed abdomen. 
“Way to wake me up, baby,” you say breathlessly, a hand flying to the back of Natasha’s head in hopes of speeding up your ever-approaching high. You buck your hips once, effectively propelling your hips further forward, guiding your shaft into your wife’s mouth.
Natasha hums mindlessly, palming at your torso like it was second nature. Her mouth moves languidly, relaxed and slow, tongue trailing over the hefty length of your cock in a teasing manner.
Like the devil incarnate, Natasha’s hand glides a broad stroke from your abs to the base of your cock, and starts working her hand in firm strokes. “Fuck,” you groan, a hand twisting into soft locks of your wife’s hair.
The joint stimulation on the head and base of your cock have you barrelling towards a preordained high at a frighteningly fast pace, and the absolutely criminal way Natasha’s head bobs up and down is no help at all.
“Fuck, baby, m’so close,” you gasp, throwing your head back and letting your eyes slide shut. Your big hand guides Natasha’s head with a certain type of tacit power, unwritten but distinct. Natasha feels herself get wet, and in turn eagerly plunges her mouth down with a renewed vigour.
When Natasha lets out a filthy moan from the back of her throat, stifled by the sheer size of your cock in her mouth, pleasure overwhelms your every sense. 
You groan, hips snapping up for the entirety of your cock to be buried in Natasha’s warm and velvet throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“Mama! Mommy!” 
The undeniable sound of little feet scampering across the wooden floorboard and down the stairs, unceremoniously hauls you out of your heaven-like ascension. 
Natasha pulls her lips off your cock with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound. “Time to get up, honey,” she says with the arch of her eyebrow, smoothly turning over in practised motion and leaving you hung and sprung.
“Baby,” you whine, pitifully throwing your head back. Your words fall on deaf ears and you grumble and pull up your sweatpants, just in time for the door to swing open and release the incoming wave of chaos.
“MAMA!!” Emilia shrieks, leaping onto the bed with fearsome aggression, her younger twin brother in tow. 
Your five-year olds didn’t let you catch any breaks, Emilio roaring into your ear while dragging his toy pterodactyl across your face. “Rawr! Rawr! Wake up, ma!”
You leap up in a haze of bedsheets and screaming kids, all your previous indiscretions quickly faded at the sight of your bundles of joy. 
Emilia squeals as you easily hoist her up with one arm, the little girl getting thrown into the air. Emilio receives much of the same treatment, getting dangled in the air by one leg.
“Mommy! Save us!” The boy cries out with a delighted grin and a hearty attempt at hitting your side. You swing them around with fake growls that incite laughter and squeals, steering clear of any sharp corners or wayward objects.
Natasha is more preoccupied with hugging your sleepy ten-year old, and cooing softly into her ear. 
Marina is the oldest of your three, quiet and reserved, with brilliance sparkling behind her soft eyes. “Hi, mama,” she greets you with a small smile, and your heart melts a little.
“Hi, darling angel,” you reply with a big grin of your own. “Where’s my morning kiss?”
At the prospect of the feared morning kiss, Emilio yells and wreaks absolute havoc, the toy truck forgotten in favour of escaping your clutches. 
“No mama! No kiss!” Emilia protests, the Russian determination behind her set eyes a splitting image of her mother’s. Emilio is long gone, visibly hidden under your bedside table. 
You hoist Marina up onto your hip, smiling at the sweet kiss she pecks on your cheek. “It’s mommy’s turn now,” you say easily, sliding up to Natasha with a mischievous grin.
“Ew!” Your little girl giggles, hiding behind her hands as you share a chaste kiss with your wife, one that is far too short for your liking. Either way, the morning kiss routine was a success.
The attention in the crowded room is drawn by a simple clap of Natasha’s hands. She stands arms akimbo, rocking her bed hair, sleep still half-written in her eyes — but the whole look is so endearing that you can’t help but fall in love all over again. 
“Okay, kids. Time to get ready for school! Who wants breakfast?”
The cheer that arises from your children is nothing short of pure jubilation. Emilio starts a chant of ‘Frosted Flakes! Frosted Flakes!’ that has them marching in line out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. 
Natasha laughs, following their trail, but you drag her back expectantly.
With one arm hanging off the top of the doorframe and the other wrapped around her waist, you pull Natasha into that long sought-after kiss. 
“Mhm,” you hum contentedly, inhaling her sweet scent. “I love you.”
Natasha slowly slides her hands up your arms, savouring the kiss. She presses her palms to your cheeks, adoration dancing in her eyes.
“I love you too.”
*****
The Frosted Flakes do not end up on the breakfast table, after all, because Natasha reasons that the kids had eaten it for three breakfasts in a row and their teeth would rot and fall off.
Toast and scrambled eggs, courtesy of your little handiwork in the kitchen, is the eventual outcome. Food is food to a bunch of hungry gremlins, either way, and the breakfast gets scarfed down in no time at all.
“You’re gonna go soon?” Natasha asks you in the kitchen, giggling at your teddy-bear patterned apron. You make a non-committal hum against your wife’s chest, wanting to stay in her arms for an eternity.
“Mama, we have to go to school,” Marina calls from the front porch, the door clicking open. “I need help with my shoe!” Emilio cries out, hopping into the kitchen with a singular shoe. “I got my shoes done on my own!” Emilia chimes in proudly, tugging on her backpack straps.
Natasha laughs, stroking your hair affectionately. “No rest for the wicked,” she says. “Be a responsible parent and send Marina to school, then go to work. The twins’ school bus will be here anytime.”
You exhale with a smile, pulling your wife in for a kiss that is a tad too long. Tugging off the pink apron, you’re glad you already changed into your work attire — a collared white shirt rolled up to your elbows, a grey-patterned tie, and matching slacks.
Natasha looks you up and down approvingly, then her eyes glimmer with an incited flame as she straightens your tie. You definitely don’t miss the way her hands glide smoothly across your chest to straighten out the wrinkles, and you resist the fluttering sensation that blooms under her touch.
“What a handsome young woman,” Natasha comments, tip-toeing to peck your cheek. You smile widely, preening under your wife’s attention. “Only for you,” you reply happily. “I’ll be off, then.”
“Mama, let’s go,” Marina probes, head poking into the kitchen. Her eyes soften at the sight of Natasha, proceeding to wave cutely. “Bye, mommy.”
Like little ducks, your three children follow you out of the house, with their miniature backpacks and shoes. Natasha watches adoringly from the porch, blowing kisses to Emilia when she yells one last “Bye, mommy!”.
Your Audi SQ7 peels out the driveway, engine revving. Marina is looking out the window, humming ‘American Pie’ with a little smile. As your home fades away in the rearview mirror, you think that this life was all you’d ever need.
***
“Fury, tell Tony that not sponsoring the coffee machines in my building is frankly, quite rude behaviour,” you comment, sitting next to the aloof man who’s snacking on a packet of dried fruit. Steve steals bits of the snack when Tony’s not looking, much to Fury’s chagrin.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Tony replies hotly, snatching back the piece of fruit in Steve’s hand. “You literally leaked the photo of me in a maid outfit, for the whole world to see. You know how many sleazy men have slid into my DMs since then? Pepper hasn’t let that go!”
“What, are you mad that the public now knows that Pepper’s the one that does the dicking down?” you retort. “And Steve was one of those ‘sleazy men’!” 
The accused blonde looks away quickly, suddenly very preoccupied with the tiling of the floor. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve mumbles.
“That’s enough,” Fury admonishes with an unamused look. “The three of you need to get your shit together. Regardless of whether or not Stark is a bottom, I can’t have the CEOs of my powerhouse companies making a bad name. You know how that reflects on me? Stark Industries, SHIELD, L/N-Corp Worldwide Media: The Desolate Downfall of Nick Fury.”
“Is this because I modelled for the gay sex toy shop company? Because that’s just homophobic,” Steve reasons, folding his arms. “And Bucky liked the advert a lot!”
Tony scoffs, making paper aeroplanes with the papers on Fury’s desk. “We literally bring in millions upon millions for you each year. I’m sure that forgives the one time I was high during Y/N’s media conference. The Minister didn’t even notice! He’s like 82, anyways. Close to your age, Fury.”
“And I’m not sorry for calling the Netflix director a bitch on live TV,” you add in. “They’ve got no reason for cancelling all the sapphic shows left and right! My wife and I were invested in Gentleman Jack, okay?”
Fury sighs, the scene before him a spectacle he was no stranger to by now. 
You, Tony and Steve were the face of the up-and-coming generation of brilliant minds and creative thinking. He supposed your overwhelming success and proved greatness softened the blow of your discrepancies in maintaining an unblemished professional image.
“Moving on,” Fury continues. “I want to talk about Project Eagle. As you should know from last year’s report……”
Just then, your phone vibrates in your pocket, with a notification from Natasha’s contact.
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You, indeed, were hard.
Upon reading Natasha’s last message, you shut your phone off so quickly that Steve turns and raises an eyebrow at you. You clear your throat and shift in your seat, evidently affected.
The heat that surges through your body pays no help in your focus on Fury’s briefing. You can feel the flush creeping on from the back of your neck, spreading down your body and rushing towards the area between your legs.
Natasha, why have you forsaken me? You think helplessly, the noises in the office fading to a low buzz. When your phone vibrates again, your finger clicks on the message before your brain can catch up to you.
The image that Natasha sends you has you choking on absolutely nothing, coughing up air like a woman possessed. 
Lacy red lingerie displaying thick thighs and a soft tummy should not be this breathtaking, but Natasha pulls it off anyway.
Filthy images flit into your mind uncontrollably, searing images like a broken record player. Your dick has a mind of its own, pressing hot and tight against the seam of your pants.
“L/N,” Fury announces, voice booming and hauling you out of your trance. “What seems to be the issue?” 
In the background, Steve and Tony giggle like schoolgirls, knowing all too well what had occurred. You clear your throat again, shoving your phone into your pocket, hopelessly trying to erase the blessed image of your wife from your memory, just for a moment longer.
“No issues here,” you say with a forced smile, fighting demons with your rock-hard erection you’re desperately trying to cover with a report file. “I’m all dandy, sir.”
“Right,” Fury says disbelievingly, his good eye flickering downwards for a fraction of a second. Embarrassment eats you up whole.
“Let’s hope your attention span is just as ‘dandy’.”
***
“Natty,” you pant, with your wife pinned under you, hot and tight inside of her.
“I can’t believe you did that,” you grunt, punctuating each word with a firm thrust of your hips. “Made me so fucking hard at work.”
Following your incident in Fury’s office, you had exhausted every fibre of your willpower not to lock yourself in a bathroom stall and jerk off like a nymphomaniac.
After a gruelling day of work and coming back to a house of sleeping children, you had wasted no time in claiming your stake.
“I’ve been blue balled for twelve hours,” you groan into Natasha’s neck, mouthing at the flushed skin with fervour. “Spare me some sympathy, darling.”
“Oh, my poor baby,” your wife teases, tracing a feather-light hand over your tensed back muscles and clutching at the back of your neck. “You’re so eager, aren’t you?”
“Mhm,” you growl, scraping your sharp teeth over her collarbone, leaving violet imprints at a respectable-enough level. You roll your hips into Natasha’s, drawing relentless waves of pleasure and a rocking motion that has her throwing her head back.
Natasha’s erratic breathing and badly-disguised moans are music to your ears, a sweet symphony you’d been missing all day. You groan as her velvet walls clench tight around you, hot and wet and all-encompassing.
“You feel amazing,” you pant, the clefted tip of your shaft bumping against her cervix with how deep you nest inside of her.
A high-pitched whine sounds from the back of Natasha’s throat, as her legs spasm in the air. “Wanna fuck you senseless, please,” you groan.
“Do it,” she challenges breathily. You lean forward, manhandling her deliciously thick thighs, pressing your wife’s knees to her head.
The arousal that builds in your lower stomach is pure white heat, fueled by the breathless cries of your wife under you. 
“Fuck,” you cry out, reaching new spots you haven’t before. You surge forth, an unstoppable train, drilling your shaft into Natasha’s dripping cunt like it was your only reason for living. Because maybe it was, as you transcend earthly boundaries with her, only her.
Subconsciously, your hands fly to Natasha’s hefty tits, grabbing the shaking mounds. “Y’so pretty, babygirl,” you say, half-drunkenly, high of the white-hot pleasure that Natasha draws out of you. 
She’s untouchable heaven, silky moans and raspy cries, a soft tummy with rolls that you greedily grasp in your hands.
“Daddy,” Natasha cries, crescent nails scratching down your arms, her suspended legs shaking in the air. The airy lilt of your title makes you leak. “Ugh, fuck,” you grunt, pounding her into the bedframe, sweaty and slick.
“Let me come inside, please?” you practically beg, wide eyes transfixed at the area your shaft meets her cunt. Natasha whines breathlessly, a hand moving to clasp at the sheets. “Yeah, I-I’m on the pill.”
That’s all the confirmation you need before pinning Natasha down with spread hands. You shift on the bed as you mount her, skin-to-skin with your shaft fully-lodged inside of your wife. 
Natasha gives you this dizzy look, glazed-over eyes portraying complete submission.
Then you start moving again, and the world explodes in your hands.
“Oh, fuckkk,” you groan, shoving your fingers into Natasha’s mouth to stop her pleasured screams from waking up the whole house.
The speed at which you drive your hips into Natasha’s is downright sinful, smearing slick all over her rounded ass, dripping onto the bed.
You’re transfixed, as your wife’s big mounds bounce in time with your thrusts, making you drool with want. An animalistic growl leaves your throat as you push yourself in, even deeper than before, making Natasha arch above the bed with a muffled cry.
Just like that, with you buried inside Natasha, do you fall apart by the seams, an unwinding intricate tarp.
Your load gets buried deep inside Natasha’s womb, and you continue with shallow thrusts. “Mhmn,” Natasha moans, following soon after, spurts of slick coating your cock in waves of overarching pleasure.
“Babydoll,” you groan mindlessly, palming at her sides. You come so heavily that it flows out of Natasha, a dribble of thick white fluid, and your wife fingers it back in so desperately that you could get hard all over again. 
You collapse unceremoniously onto the bed next to Natasha. “I want more kids,” you state. You grope your wife’s tummy like it would conjure new life, an expectant look on your face.
“Three is enough,” Natasha says breathlessly, skin shining with a sheen of fresh sweat. She locks eyes with you, hair tousled and lips curled into an adoring smile.
“Okay, fine,” you mutter your acquiescence, both of you knowing that statement wouldn’t hold up for long. “...Give me a minute, then I’ll clean up. You need some water, baby?”
Natasha lets out a pleased hum, snuggling into your chest.
She kisses your left boob affectionately, as you groan with sensitivity, playfully swatting at her arm. “No need. Just want you.”
“You have me,” you respond softly, running a hand through the brown locks of your wife’s hair, flattening it out with gentle strokes. “You always will.”
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so that's chapter one of 'home is where the heart is!' i personally choose to believe pepper straps tony down every night. what are your thought on the kids?? mommy!nat?? butch!reader?? the incorporation of the texts?? there's so much feedback i require tbh
reblog or no more milf!nat
SERIES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST
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sleepybbie · 6 months
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Your Dan Feng thirst makes me so... Oonga boonga.... Thank yew for the meal op 🙏 if I may humbly ask for a blurb of thirst can we have Dan Feng showing Dan Heng the ropes on how to make you—Dan Heng's (and maybe soon Dan Feng's as well)—partner feel great in bed? After all!! What better way to learn how to please your own partner than yourself!!
𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 | dan heng & dan feng drabble
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a/n: ahhh another dan heng request! >.< it’s not so surprising to see how popular my first hsr fav has grown ^o^ <3 yet still, i’m excited to see more works of mine regarding him because he’s the most requested in my inbox rn :3
dan heng il x fem!reader x dan feng
warning: smut ;3 some fingering here and there ^^
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“i refuse to believe someone like you is my reincarnation.”
DAN HENG clicks his tongue in annoyance, sweat slowly dripping across his face as he pathetically watches DAN FENG spreads your legs apart with his long fingers, perfectly along with scissoring open your cute little clit as you squirm and whine, his tail wrapping around your waist to keep you still.
this was not what he meant when he needed slow guidance on how to please you better, as a sweet lover. his goddamn irritating incarnation however just had to pop out of nowhere and give him a ‘lesson’ on how to take you to a seraphic paradise. you were vulnerable, unable to move from your lover’s incarnation’s tail, your bare back from your disheveled clothes pressed against dan feng’s chest while his other free hand toys with your tits.
“..deciding to want to make love with your beloved when you don’t know how to treat her in bed properly…”
“i don’t need you teaching me how,” dan heng tells him, an angered expression written across his face. dan feng scoffs, his digits rubbing your cunt in slow circles, feeling your fluids drip slowly out from your cavern while you mewl loudly. “then why are you looking so intensely while i fondle her?” the former high elder speaks, his gaze never leaving dan heng’s.
dan heng anxiously swallows a lump down his throat, his aching cock pleading to be freed from his pants as the male desperately tries to refrain from touching himself right at that moment. the sight of you being touched and pleasured by his incarnate, makes him annoyed…yet at the same time, it was quite the sight to witness. your breasts about to pop out of your clothing, lips leaking few drools while your pretty cunt was displayed in front of him, glistening like a gem as dan feng teased your hole with his fingers.
“i must say, she is sort of acting like a woman with sexual innuendos.”
“are you saying she’s a ‘whore?”
“is that how you people call it these days? hmph. then, yes..you’re quite lucky…she’s not lucky however…” dan feng removes his hand from your tits, grabbing your chin to make you face him as he continued to speak to your lover, his reincarnation. aeons, he and dan heng really look alike, but instead—dan feng’s gaze was a little more colder, a little more stern. “she’s supposed to make love with someone who’s supposed to be my reincarnation, whom ends up not knowing how to please a woman.”
dan feng slowly makes you face back to your lover, who’s cheeks were red, panting heavily as he sits there and watches his incarnate prod open your pussy wide, drips of your impurity leaking from your hole as a loud whine escapes your lips. dan heng jolts.
“you—
“if you want to please a woman, it’s best to know how to do foreplay. first, you’d want to rub her clit down, just like this..” dan feng slowly repeats his steady massages down your weeping cunt, watching as you quiver at his touches, long sharp fingers kneading them down, your whines never fainting away. he’s…good. you love dan heng with all your heart, but his incarnation was talented with this. the former high elder chuckles, “what a loud mouth she has. it sounds like she’s wanting more, don’t you think?”
“wha—
“quit yapping and come here. you look like you are about to pop over there if you don’t touch her,” dan feng cuts him off, shushing him down as he commands your lover to come over closer. oh no…
dan heng approaches, not so eagerly, but slowly, his red face sending dan feng a death glare when he arrived close to you. a small smile appears over dan feng’s face, like he was smug about dan heng holding back to a pretty girl like you. “do not hesitate now, touch her.” dan feng tells him, removing his hand from your clit as he grabs dan heng’s wrists and places his fingers on top of your hole. he stops for a moment, looking at you with a nervous expression, breath heavy as his chest pants. you were so…pretty, so helpless, you were pleased. that’s all he ever wanted.
dan feng rolls his eyes, “what are you waiting for?”
“s-shut up…”
forgive me, y/n…
dan heng was fumed by his words, it was all over his face. he was frustrated and turned on. you looked at him, feeling dan feng’s tail pushing you further up to him before dan heng slips a finger inside your cunt for a brief moment. you cry, and he pulls it out again, flustered. he looked at his finger, and saw how drenched it already was from your fluids.
that…was
“see? she’s liking it. do it again, with two fingers this time.”dan feng orders him, his hands still continuing to play with your breasts, twirling your hardened nipples around.
dan heng did just what he was told, giving his forefinger and ring finger a small lick, before splitting you open with his fingers. a loud moan escapes out of your throat, head pushing back on dan feng’s shoulder as the two vidyadharas pleased you with ease. dan heng focusing on his fingers in your cunt, while dan feng parades you with praises, licking your earlobe, toying around with your tits.
oh fuck, dan heng thinks. the face your giving right now…he’s so fucking hard from the sight you’re making him receive.
“feels good, darling?” dan feng questions to you, and you nod. dan heng looks at him, looking like he’s about to stab him with cloud piercer any moment now.
“don’t forget who she belongs to.”
“ah, a shame. it appears she likes the both of us…”
fuck yeah you did. it was clear dan heng was jealous, and so, he leans in, giving you a passionate kiss, muffling your cute noises. with dan heng’s fingers, mouth and dan feng’s praises that were suddenly being possessed by filth along with his rhythm of his palms that presses down on your nipple, you won’t be going to last long. you were growing louder and louder of every minute. dan feng pulls dan heng away from you, resulting in a very irked dan heng.
“what the hell?!”
“patience. look at her, she’s close.”
dan feng was right. the knot in your belly was about to be cut open, hearts moulding into your pupils as a euphoric sigh passes your lips. it didn’t take long for you to squirt your release out, dan heng closing his eyes as your orgasm came to the edge, spilling some on his face and mostly on the ground, your hazy dreamscape of pleasure weighing down on your mind as you came down, panting hard. dan heng too was panting, face flushed as you heard him cursing underneath his breath.
“impressive. seems like you made a girl squirt on your first try.” dan feng says, before he bends you over, your face hitting the area of dan heng’s fabric pants before the former high elder hikes your skirt up.
“next, you should know how to let her take cock.” he says, and you knew you were going to end up very sore afterwards.
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super high Ellie getting off with a toy to the thought of you while you’re gone 🤭 I just know she’d squirt everyone tbh and her words would be so slurred together she wouldn’t even be making any sense
omgg.. yes yes yes!! just woke up but I'm using asks as my morning writing prompts to get my brain cogs grinding 🙃 MDNI!! return of the mama petname ☠︎︎
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super high!ellie who couldn't even shuffle her sweats down all the way to play with her dumb achy pussy. like, the fabrics all bunched at her mid–thigh. the hem of her shirt would probably be pushed up to expose her perky tits, just so she could elevate the vibrator every now and then from her clit to encircle her nipple in the buzzing rod– cause again, sensitive nipple ellie. her nipples are most definitely hyper tender on weed. they poke through the fabric of her thin fabric tees and get soo irritated chafing against the cotton lining.. and her nipples get so sore and throb when toyed with. ౨ৎ but alas, the vibrator sails its merry way back to her smeary pussy that's been choking the emptiness of her hole ever since she brought the toy away. so, now that she's back, she draws the whirring bulbous tip through her sex sleek folds and begins to trace circles once more, creasing up her labia and dragging the delicate puff around with the vibrator stamped to her clit, eyes rolled back she's been fuckin possessed. opaque white of her eyes on view. but gods and goddesses above how her abs and glutes would clench and flex while her pelvis squirms of pleasure torture, the flowering knot tauting inside her core driving her mad. slurs the utmost of the most, playing pretend as if you are a voyeur to her theatrical pussy play, dramatic, "yesh yess– babyyy, unghhhhh fuck m' pushy like tha– jus' li' that jush' likee.. mhh–! m' cum all over yoursh.. squirt on tha pretty puss.. fuck!" her lips shaping the words at a barren inch, flubbing rather, a quiet shrill across her teeth as her gob deficiently governs all the sexy things she would usually whisper upon your own hazy ears. the scent of her own pussy would also have her fucked up north to south– brain egged to hasten her motions while her pussy just secretes more of that glistening slick that fogs her brain up with such a lovely scent, oh if only it were yours. at the heightening portion of her unstable climax– due to accidently sliding the vibing tip off her clit and giving her left asscheek some whirring attention for a full minute before realization settles on her slushy brain– she would legit push the most stifled grunts ever, constructing her pelvis and bulging her cunt out cause she was trying to squirt a lil' too early, gets frustrated and slaps the rubber head of it, only resulting in a jittering mess of her hips that her flimsy wrist could not follow, so she digs the tip into her clit and, splash. her legs snap open in a spread– kicking off those restrictive sweats, feet a fingerbreadth off the mattress, and squirts everywhere. spurts of it like a water jet, soaring over the dim radiance of an amber lamp in the distant corner of your shared room. it probably starts at a low, weak pressure– squirt drizzling between her ass, then boosts into a geyser viable of changing the weather predictions. her lashes crumple in the tight screwing of her lids, nostrils furrow back and get super orangey–vermillion from all the muck sweat brought upon by her pooling pores, those pretty cupid lips press together and stretch as her cheeks tug and infllate– her face of climax. bro is the type to buck her hips into the air while cumming too, protrudes out that charming auburn bush soiled in lubricous finish, clenching up her bootycheeks like she got tazed. would say such dirty shit, slurred, "ohhh fuck, mhh– squrr' all over that pretty– scchlp–" licking up slobber, "pretty facshe, fuuhhh' makin mama' all dirty– wih my cum, uhuh.." all in a grizzly tone.
death. is what that just felt like. a likeness of pussy death incarnate. bro would lay there, like a puddle of mush all limp, knees straightened and plane to the bed, mouth stranded agape and eyes striving to stay open. no agglomeration of thoughts is processing correctly behind those eyes of death. for minutes, she just lies in her own slicken squirtshed. thennn her brain wakes up a bit and persuades some twitch of life to jerk. her legs curl up, torso cranes upright and confronts the blasphemous gully of cum damp under her butt. her pussy is absolutely bloated, reddened and sappy still. gives two dumbstruck eyes towards it, like blankly gawking and then manages to gain some sort of sense and druggily shifts out of bed, mumbling, "mm' nee' t'clean up, she can't see this.." but little does she know you'd probably walk in on her, steeped in a sloppily prepared bath– fingering herself after such a crime was committed to her tired pussy lips, only to reanimate and beg for more. gives you the most guilt–ridden expressions while you examine the curl of her knuckles riding her slender fingers inside, gently moving against her walls, thankfully visible in the pure clear water. whines, "m'sorry, couldn' wait." and then flows into a grumble, "kept fuckin' throbbing, when I thought 'bout you." visage developing into one of 'yeah, I did that' while she throws her calves over the bathtubs' rims, inviting you with open legs– "wanna' teach my pussy a lesson, hmm?"
idk how off the rails i went but im a slut for ellie pleasuring herself all dumb.
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kittybeansbarnes · 9 months
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Off to the Races
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Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), rough sex?, hair pulling, spanking🤭, cum play?, cream pie, fingering, daddy kink and let me know if I forgot anything pls:)
Word count: 1582
A/n: literally just fuel by the desire to fuck him in this outfit like?😭 he’s giving summer mob daddy vibes. beta read by @soorwellystan 😌🫶🏻
Mob!buckyxFem!reader
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She stares at him from across the pool.
Breath catching when he walked out, looking like sin incarnate in his summer outfit. He sits in his chair watching her watch him, eyes burning into her from behind his glasses.
He takes an occasional sip of his drink, rings reflecting in the sun when his hand comes up.
Slowly she gets up making her way inside the pool. White bikini becoming see through. He inhales sharply at the visible outline of her nipples peeking through. Red manicured hands coming up to graze her breast, tempting him. Sun hitting her skin beautifully.
His pants getting tight at the sight of her wet, scantily clad body. He lifts his hand up, finger crooking, motioning her to come over to him.
She makes her way out of the pool, walking up to him, taking the glasses off his face and putting them on. He pulls her by her waist onto his lap, not minding that his clothes are getting wet. “What are you playing at, baby?”
“What do you mean buck?” She says innocently, taking the glasses off “I’m just taking a dip in the pool.”
“No, I don’t think so. I think you’re trying to get my attention. Coming out here in this little, see through bikini.” he pulls on her bikini strap snapping it against her skin making her gasp. ”I think you want me to look at you. Want me to get all hard so I can fuck you out here, in front of my men. Show them who's slut you are. Don’t you, little doll?”
She whimpers, biting her lips, nodding her head.
“Words baby, I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”
She leans in whispering in his ear, placing her hands on his chest “Show them I’m yours, daddy.”
Bucky growls, moving her to straddle his thighs. Kissing her fiercely, tongue slipping into her mouth, sliding against hers. He bites her bottom lip pulling it with his teeth and releasing it. Hard cock pressed into her folds through the flimsy fabric of her bikini. He grabs her hips, grinding her down on his erection. She moans softly “Fuck, more, please.”
Bucky chuckled darkly, “You want more, baby?”
“Yes, please.”
He sits up a little more, his hand cupping her mound rubbing her through her panties. “Fuck baby. Already fucking wet, aren’t you? Let’s see” he smirks up at her, moving her bikini bottom to the side. Slipping his fingers through her slick fold, groaning at how wet she is for him. “Fuck, all this for me baby? hmm? Such a good girl for me” He lifts his fingers to his mouth licking her arousal off them, moaning at her taste “Always taste so good.” he whispers.
“Oh fuck, Bucky, baby. I need more please” she whimpers out, grinding down on his erection.
“Yeah, baby? Tell me what more do you want? I’m already touching this pretty pussy.”
She whines, “I need your fingers. Please”
He wraps a hand around her neck, bringing her face close to his “Please what baby?”
“Please, daddy”
Bucky looks into her lust blown eyes “That's right baby. I’m your daddy, gotta make sure all these boys know it” He kisses her, tongue dominating hers. Lowering his hand to her pussy again collecting more of her arousal, slipping two fingers in making her cry out “Tight little pussy, squeezing my fingers. Need to stretch you out before you can take my cock.” he grunts out. He pulls down her bikini top freeing her breast. He takes one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud, biting down, and sucking making her gasp. Giving the same treatment to the other.
His fingers curl into her pussy, pressing against that stop that makes her body shake. Fucking her with them while his other hand joins, rubbing her clit side to side, making her moan loudly.
“You like this? Like me playing with your pussy?”
She nods “y-yes bucky, so fucking much” She grinds down on his hands, walls squeezing his fingers, cumming with a breathless moan.
“Good girl” he smiles smugly. “Now” he grabs her chin making her look at him “Be a good baby and do what I want. Get on your knees and suck my cock.”
She moans at his command, loving when he gets like this. She slips off his lap sinking to her knees. Hand rubbing his hard cock through his pants making him sigh “That's it baby. Take it out” Her hands come up to unbutton his pants pulling them down to reveal he isn’t wearing underwear making her swear as his hard cock springs out. She grips him, hand stroking up and down. His hips bucked against her hand, body instantly reacting to the pleasure she gives. Leaning forward to lick the pre-cum off his tip before taking the whole head in.
His hand comes down, slipping his fingering through her hair, gripping it tight. He stands up, making her choke on his cock. “You ready baby? Gonna fuck this pretty face until my cocks nice and wet” she hums around him, nodding as best as she can. Opening her mouth wider, breathing through her nose
He makes sure he’s got a good grip on her hair before he pulls back and fucks into her throat, balls slapping against her chin, “Fuck, I love fucking this pretty mouth” he moans out.
Spit drips down her chin, eyes tearing up; she can’t help but slip her hand down her panties touching herself.
Bucky stops noticing what she’s doing. He pulls her off of him, with a harsh tug of her hair “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he says angrily
I- buc-” she stutters
“Get up. Get up!!” he repeats when she just stares at him dumbly. Scrambling to her feet she stands up before she gets in even more trouble. He sits on the chair again laying her down on her stomach across his lap. Hand rubbing her ass before lifting it and bringing it down with a loud smack.
She cries out in pleasure and pain, making him smile “Fuck, I’m sorry!”
He slaps her ass again “No, you're not. You're only sorry I caught you touching what's mine.”
She moans when he does it again “You like this don't you, you slut? Like when I'm rough with you. Treating you like the slut you are.” He squeezes her ass hard when she doesn't answer “Answer when I’m talking to you! Are you already dumb from me finger fucking you?” he mocks
“Yes Bucky, I love it so much. Love being a slut, your slut”
“My fucking slut”
He slaps her ass until its red, hands rubbing over them to soothe her before slipping his fingers between her folds again “oh fuck bucky” she whines wiggling her ass “please, please” His fingers slip inside her fucking into her, hitting all the right spots “fuuuuck” she squeezes her eyes shut, pussy clenching down on his fingers. She feels the heat in her belly “don’t stop, don’t stop. Ple-” she squeaks out before cumming on his fingers
“That's it baby, cum. Look so fucking pretty.”
“Come up.” he scoots back, bringing her up to straddle his lap again. Cock tucked between her wet folds he brings his hips up to rub against her, his tip bumping against her clit, making them both sigh before he lines himself up and sits her down on his cock.
She moans at the stretch, burning just right.
“Fuck, little pussy was made for me baby”
“Move Bucky, please”
“Tell me whose pussy is this?”
“It's yours bucky” she says hands running over his chest
He thrust up into her once and slaps her ass, making her collapse on his chest. He whispers in her ear “Whose fucking pussy is this? Scream it out so they can all hear who you belong to”
“oh, fuck. It's yours Bucky! This pussy is yours, I’m yours!”
He starts fucking up into her, feet planted on the chair to give him more power, gripping her hips tightly, moving her with him “Thats fucking right baby. I fucking own this pussy. I own you.” He growls “Fuck, I love you baby. All mine. All. Fucking. Mine.” saying each word with a thrust, cock twitching inside her.
“I love you, Bucky. Only you.” She moans
He fucks into her hard and fast. Thumb coming down to rub at her clit
“Yes, yes, yes. Ima cum Bucky please don't stop” she sobs
The sounds of skin slapping against skin and heavy breathing fill the open area. If his men couldn’t hear what they were doing before they definitely can now.
“Oh god” Bucky chokes out, feeling her walls gripping down on his cock “cum with me baby.”
With a couple more thrusts and flicks of her clit, his balls tighten and they both come with a loud moan. Bucky's cum fills her up, spilling out onto the pool chair.
He pulls out slowly, groaning at the sight of his cum drip out of her. He scoops it up bringing his fingers to her mouth smearing the mix of them over her lips and cheeks, marking her with his cum.
He hold her close to him kissing her head “I love you so much baby”
She lift her head kissing his lips “I love you too Bucky bear, forever”
“Hey, bucky?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I really love this outfit”
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OCTOBER 1ST. VENOM 
"eyes. lungs. pancreas. so many snacks, so little time."
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♱ — katsuki bakugou + monsterfucking.
♱ — synopsis; katsuki’s been a bad fiancé recently, he tries to tell himself that it’s all in his head ( literally ) and when his neglectful behaviour nearly ruins your engagement dinner — he has no choice but to make it up to you, with the help of a little symbiotic friend.
♱ — length; 5K
♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, mentions of eating people, monsterfucking, dry humping, tentacles, overstimulation, pussy jobs, public sex, clothed sex, oral sex ( f!receiving ), pegging ( m!receiving ), fem!reader, venom!bakugou. not beta read !
♱ — notes; waaa!! hello everyone, welcome back to kinktober!! im so happy to be participating again, i hope you all enjoy whats in store for this year. starting with this baddie !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪
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“just eat her…katsuki…” 
“no, you can fuck right off.” 
“why not? she is unpleasant…katsuki…its not like we like her anyways…” 
for the first time that night, katsuki indulges the mangled voice in his head— listening to the symbiotic alien that sludges through his voice and his body. venom is right. he hates his mother in law, soon to be mother in law, but the practicalities of it all aren’t what matter. red eyes drift to the devil’s incarnation of a woman, traditional yet rude and deserving of a beat down— katsuki thinks. if he could just take a bite, crunch down on the woman’s skull and swallow her whole, all of his problems would be solved.
“goodness, bakugou,” the woman leers with a nasty curl of her sweaty upper lip. “i’m paying for the wedding not for you to be dressed like a complete slob— you look awful, and at my only daughter’s engagement party!” she drones on and if venom were to murder this woman right now, she really would deserve it. 
“see? you are a loser, bakugou.”
he wasn’t dressed that bad, sure, it wasn’t the burgundy blazer and pressed white shirt you’d told him to pick up from the dry cleaners on the way home from work but— it was smart casual, a nice pair of jeans and a smart jacket. you liked that. that’s all that mattered.
bowing his head slightly, bakugou wordlessly apologises before fishing himself out another glass of mercilessly alcohol free fruit punch. “‘m sorry ma’am—“ 
he cuts himself off when your name flitters from between your mother’s lips— the syllables that usually sound so pretty when strung together now ugly tainted by the evil woman. “she deserves so much better than you,” she doesn’t ease up on reminding bakugou of how lucky he is to have bagged you. to love you. “better than a wannabe journalist on a motor cycle.” 
“die… pewny crazy woman—“
bakugou feels the familiar crawl of the venom symbiote across his skin— sharp-edges, dangerous claws reaching out for the wicked woman to snag her head off when he controls himself, controls his little friend and forces his stare back to the catered pile of desserts. 
“venom,” katsuki is barely hanging onto his sanity, voice tainted with exhaustion. it’s like having a child constantly on your back, begging for things that aren’t acceptable for adults. he wonders how he’s been able to put up with this, how you’re able to put up with him. since becoming one with the alien life form— katsuki bakugou has been nothing but neglectful of you…turning his back on you during nights full of romance because he’s scared venom will hurt you, he’s missed cake and wine and menu tasting for the wedding because venom craved a little something meatier and sometimes even more human than whatever you’d been excited to try for your big day. katsuki forgets calls, doesn’t reply to texts— cycles into the night to take care of his little problem when he should be looking after you.
katsuki’s been insufferable; meaner than usual, flakier than he should be and he knows that he’s hurting you— not loving you properly like he should. blaming venom alone  would be the easy way out. yet you stayed, you kept that ring on your finger and put on your best smile, because for some reason you still found it in your too big of a heart to love katsuki even when he didn’t deserve it.
still away with his thoughts, blonde is absent to notice venom popping out— a creepy, sticky black head, to greet a curious child after some of the sweets at this swanky engagement party. “want to play hide and seek? the mouth is a good place to start.” venom’s attempt at a coo is far from comforting, rows of razor sharp teeth covered in alien slobber only frightening the little one more.
“fuck off venom, cut yer crap out or i’ll—“ bakugou waves a hand, pinching the bridge of his nose only to be pulled from his revere by a whimpering child ( now identified as your five year old nephew who still hates his guts ). “oh shit—“
“would you mind not cursing in front of my kid?” your brother hastily appears from absolutely fucking nowhere. shindou is far from impressed, hates bakugou’s guts as does the rest of your family and if he had his way, the blonde wouldn’t have a leg to stand on at the alter with you. “yanno, you might wanna behave yourself tonight? it’s important to my ma, to my sister so if you could—“ 
there’s a burning rage that flickers through bakugou’s veins only heightened by the alien that makes a host out of his body, and it only makes it harder to fight off the urge for manslaughter. “we should eat him too…katsuki…he is getting on my nerves. i am sure he will taste like chicken.” the alien growls from the deep corners of his mind. 
“they do not taste like chicken you stupid fuckin’ lug.” bakugou grunts back. 
and to the outside world, the shitty excuse for a man is talking to himself— getting shindou’s back right up. “what did you just call me?”
“stay outta this, man. s’between me and the dumb fuckin’ alien voice in my head.” 
insane. katsuki bakugou’s little alien friend makes him look absolutely insane. 
and before he can get his ass beat by your brother— you swoop in, slightly flushed from flickering between guests of friends and family all night, there’s smile lines in your makeup, you’re tired in the eyes and you’re still the most beautiful person in the room to bakugou. his heart races when you’re close enough for him to smell your perfume, putting a safe distance between your fiancé and your brother.
you’re angry with him, bakugou can tell by the heat in your gaze when you get shindou far enough from the dessert table— he can feel it in the way it burns against his skin in broad  waves, see it in how you twist on your heel so fast your dress, pretty and off-white like a bride on her wedding day, rides up enough to catch a glimpse of your thighs. it’s shameful to admit, but seeing you so full of rage turns him ( and venom ) on.
“what the hell is going on with you, katsuki?” you bark at him, hands on his chest enough to make the blood rush to his cock, swelling in the pants he’d just managed to throw on for tonight’s event. 
“n-nothin’ sweetheart, ‘m just—“ fuck her katsuki. she’s angry, venom goads. she is pretty when she’s angry. we should fuck her. the blonde shakes his head, trying to rid himself of vulgar thoughts— clearing his mind, focusing on you and how your chest heaves, with annoyance, tucked away in that tight fitting dress that hugs you in all the right places,  as you look up at your fiancé expectantly. fuck. “the only one that’ll be fuckin’er is me, you dumb fuck alien.” 
it’s embarrassing, whatever’s gotten into your fiancé— because tonight was supposed to be special, the one night before your wedding that you could trust him to behave and not make that familiar prickling warmth coil in your core at his vulgar words. your eyes widen in shock and you push again at katsuki’s chest with furrowed brows. 
“kats, please—“ 
shindou squeezes down on your nephew’s ears, hoping it’ll block out whatever filth spills from your lover’s mouth. “that’s my sister! you dipshit, get a grip—“ 
“fuck him too, katsuki…” 
“yo—“ you turn around again, spitting venom ( no pun intended ) at your brother too as you grasp at bakugou’s wrist to pull him from the banquet room you’d booked for tonight’s celebrations. “go check on ma, please? i’ll deal with him.” 
and you exactly that, nagging the man’s ear off as you tug him to the bathroom— tears glittering as pretty as your engagement ring in your eyes under the artificial light. you’re nearly broken at this point, months of being treated so differently, akin to trash possibly, by the man you love most being unleashed on him and the symbiote that sits comfortably in his frame unbeknownst to you. 
“i’m sick of this kats,” you might as well be screaming at this point, your whiny and emotional voice is loud and noisy to the alien. it echoes through the cubical you’ve locked yourselves in and it cranks up the annoyance within venom— and you barely notice katsuki trying to keep him down. “i’ve been good to you all these years, haven’t i? i’ve loved you well enough for you to know that i deserve better than you but i just can’t—!” 
the final straw is when you bang your fist against the cubical wall, the noise rattling the symbiote inside your lover, forcing ink black tendrils to take over his host body and a scream to tear in the base of your throat as katsuki transforms into something you don’t even recognise.
the man towering over you now is built in a suit of sticky, obsidian black— white, and cloudy slits peer into yours in a way that sends shivers down your spine and has your thumping heart leaping into your throat. this isn’t your man, this isn’t your katsuki. horror seeps through your body, takes residence in your veins as the monster grasps at you with claws and tentacles instead of your fiancé’s slightly calloused hands. it dwarfs you more in comparison to bakugou, it makes you scared looking at what it’s made of him as thick slime slides up and down your pretty, blemished skin in ripples. 
“don’t scream.” the rasp you’d come so accustomed to, the one that makes your breath hitch every time he speaks, the one that fills you with butterflies despite the roots of fear wrapping around your heart. it’s him, your katsuki. the tendrils of black have peels back from his pretty face, his ruby gem
eyes send a flicker of comfort through your soul. 
but then he’s gone again and the dark mask takes over— screaming at you at a pitch close to making your ears bleed, and you’re scared again, close to screaming too. it, pools like an oil slick over your mouth, suffocating you like a bird on the surface of oil laden water…but you like it, even as if claws ironically gently at the insides of your mouth. 
“but we like it when she is screaming. katsuki. we are dirty minded.” the creature addresses you, some kind of twisted affection reflecting in the white of its eye.
“venom, i swear to fuck—“
it’s… katsuki’s… venom’s tongue, long and pink darts out to smooth over your face though you quiver, body toppling over with liquid dread. it’s warm, wet and shouldn’t send a spark of lust down your spine making you let out a muffled whimper of confused arousal. 
“mouth…breasts…cunt…so many snacks…so little time.” venom pins you against the wall, pouring over you and invading every inch of your shaky frame— smothering you as it slips under your dainty little dress while you squirm about in it’s hold.
eventually, the ink black peels away from your mouth, only when your muted screams die down. “t-this? katsuki? this is what’s gotten into you?” he’s relieved to see that you’re still filled with anger as you gulp in fresh air between ripping him a new one, he’s completely aware of your growing arousal too. “a parasite! you’ve let a fucking parasite take over your body and ruin our engagement night and now—“ 
venom, is offended, however. “—i  am not a parasite!” he growls. “i am venom, and you are mine.” 
“ours…fuck, i mean mine.” katsuki comments, but he doubts you can hear him through the layers of teeth venom wears while arguing with the symbiote itself. it’s a back and forth, but even during that your fiancé can practically smell how your cunt drools into your barely-there panties— from fear or desire, he can’t care to tell. you’re so wet, and between dealing with venom and not seeing you during wedding prep, the blonde can’t remember the last time he fucked you good and proper. 
it’s been ages, and you look too fucking good tonight.
“we should just take her…katsuki. flood her insides with seed. she is asking for it, like a hunk of meat waiting to be devoured….” 
you squirm against venom’s web like hold, “don’t talk about me like i’m not here you piece of shit! give me back katsuki—!” 
“her pulse has quickened. she is hungry for us.” the voice of venom roars from inside his head, equally as desperate for you as katsuki is. katsuki, in combination with the symbiote, surges forward to kiss you with greedy lips and to press his saliva covered and syrupy  tongue into the heat of your mouth so he can  silence you. it’s big, hefty as it fills you up until there’s drool pooling out and sitting on the corner of your pretty lips. “i like her. more.” 
and then you moan, it sounds like a symphony as your mouth swells with the thickness of the slimy tongue exploring your throat and rolling over your tongue. “we’ve been neglecting’ you, hah, sweetheart?” bakugou, your fiancé, groans against your spit slicked lips— smiling at the way you choke from his tongue retreating from choking you down your oesophagus. “wanna take care of ya, been letting you work yer ass off f’this weddin’,” venom’s strawberry tongue slithers out again like a snake seeking out its pray, leaving a sloppy trace over your neck as if to taste the salt that shimmers like crystals on your skin. 
“i’m getting hungry as well, katsuki.” 
they’re both starving for you, depraved of a meal that is your cunt with your panties tucked between swollen folds. “i-if you think…that you can make it up to me.” your speak hoarsely, throat still raw as you pant and catch your breath, “k-katsuki if you think i can forgive you…”
“let us fuck you, baby. i just— we just wanna feel you. c’mon sweetheart, you trust me yeah? y’missed me so much i know,” all three of you feel it, the way your pussy throbs against venom’s beefy and wet thigh from where he’d shoved it snug between the pair of your own. 
“d-did… i did. m-miss you, oh fuck!” you stutter out as thick digits belonging to your fiancé— thickened even more by venom, brush against your hip, dip beneath your skirt and panties to glide up and down your pussy. bakugou teases your entrance, scissoring two fingers inside of your warmth while you ooze into the seat of his palm and grind against him with wanton. “fuck me. both of you, p-please kats,” you beg, riding his fingers until they’re pulled out of you, coated in juices.
your body admits it before your brain does— that you’ve missed him, he can tell from how your chest naturally arches into the eager hunting path of katsuki’s mouth. your flavour reads sweetness, like salted caramel due to the sweat on your skin— his, venom’s tongue runs a course down your body, the sweetheart neckline of your dress rough on his taste buds before he drools between the swell of your pretty tits. he leaves trails of saliva every inch of you possible.
a patch is licked down the front of your dress— katsuki barely fighting off sharp teeth desperate to tear through the front of it so he can kiss the softness of your tummy. instead, hands large enough to crush a skull stick to the dips and fat at your waist, the doughy-ness of your darling thighs he’s missed so much. 
the black veil of venom peels back as katsuki’s head dips under your flimsy skirt— and he practically moans, huskily at that, upon seeing the crotch of your underwear darker by your ever growing wetness. “must’a really missed me, sweetheart,” a wildfire of lust sweeps over katsuki’s ruby red eyes and he coos deviently, nose nudging against your pulsing clit before venom’s tongue happily comes into play this game of sinful chess. he moves just a touch, mouth pulling wide to split at the sides much like a snake unhinging it’s jaw, and latches onto the entire length of your silken slit. his tongue greedily pokes at your hole from over the soaked material— sucking until your juices stream against his taste buds. you’re like a drug, ecstasy— sending waves of dopamine over katsuki’s brain.
burning desire trickles into bakugou’s bloodstream at an alarming rate, bursting through his veins and shaking about in his lungs at every little whimper that bubbles wetly on your messy lips— these soon turn to gasps, straining for air as if you’re drowning when your fiancé peels back your wet layer of clothing, nearly tearing completely through it with a life threatening talon belonging to venom, so he can expose your hot cunt to the cool air of the bathroom. he laughs, breathless and giddy against your mound before dragging his tongue along it— kitten licking your addictive little core just to see you twitch and writhe against the wall venom has you pinned to. 
you’re heaven on earth for a greedy, predatory creature like venom.
but you’re the universe to a regular man like katsuki bakugou. 
your cute little clit is his next stop, pointed teeth only just latching onto the pleasure bud before your fiancé rolls it between the two sets until your nose scrunches adorably and your eyes shoot back into your skull. “i think the little human likes this.” venom’s deep voice inches down your spine, hits deep in your core just with its vibrations— and even he is amused with how wet, you’ve become. gushing like a fruitful stream, pouring liquid gold straight into katsuki’s awaiting mouth, down his chin and painting his cheeks until they shine like treasure. 
there’s an uneven rise and fall to your chest as you’re fucked by two entities— you can barely breathe between them both, the shapes on your clit and the stickiness of venom catching your juices before they have a chance to run down your thighs. bakugou is lovesick, and so are you— big bambi eyes staring down into his own so earnestly, imploringly. the blonde pushes his tongue past the entrance to your fluttering hole, watching as your stare trembles before flickering to between your legs where you stretch over the fat pink appendage. it’s so big, that it might as well be a fucking cock. 
“h-ho’fuck…h’my god…ka’suki…s’too much. too fucking much!” the words feel like cotton in your mouth, slurred over venom’s tentacles and while the world spins on it’s axis around you, you cream around the base of the scorching, spit dripping limb in venom’s mouth as it wriggles inside you— tip writing sinful praises against your gooey walls, languidly stroking your insides and pressing up against pleasure spots that are new to both you and katsuki. big hands grasp at the meat of your ass— the tips of piercing nails marring your skin and spreading you nice and wide, pulling you onto your lover’s face so that you’re practically suffocating him with have no escape for you either, making your hips canter down to meet the thrust of his tongue in and out of you, barely parting from your honeyed sex.
a scream rumbles in the base of your throat as venom’s lengthy, girthy tongue twists against your lush inner-walls, churning up your guts. the symbiote using your partner as a host is quick to think— shoving his slime deep into your mouth again to tame your sacchariferous griping and grousing, the inestimable melody laying flat against the saliva pooling on your own tongue. “quiet sweetheart, can’t make you cum if yer too loud,” bakugou breathes, his voice laden with lust and amusement from watching you ride his tongue like it’s a plump, pretty and veiny dick. “y’gunna cum baby, fuck yes…gush f’me just like that, oh yeah…” 
“for us, katsuki.” the beast inside his head reminds your fiancé, his mask coating bakugou’s face once more— easing you into fright once again, one that makes you quiver just right on him, nearly pushing yourself over the edge.
it’s disgustingly delightful how the pink appendage has a mind of its own, acting like your own personal dildo, fucking you good like one and it’s not long before your body succumbs to the mounting pleasure— the taste of an orgasm like honey oozing across your tongue while happy chemicals dance across your brain, accompanied by white noise as you finally get to cum. you’re spiralling, the tip of venom’s…katsuki’s… fuck it. you don’t even care anymore, the tongue brushes against your g-spot hard causing you to clamp down, suffocating your fiancé,  and your jaw to goes slack. 
you gush as much as water falls, humping pathetically at your fiancé’s face until your entire body is limp and strands of the symbiote have to keep you up and away from katsuki’s eager mouth ( he’s still hungry, happy to clean you up ) where your legs can’t. 
venom slowly retreats from your throat too, but your brain doesn’t have time to catch up when he does, for bakugou’s lips replace the heat that your own mouth has lost— pulling you into a frenzied, spit swapping kiss. “‘m not done with ya yet sweetheart,” he laments, lips grazing yours, licking into your open mouth so you get a taste of yourself too. your body bows into katsuki’s, you feel it before you see it, hear it too— the clink of a metal belt, the sticky tap against your stimulated mound from underneath your panties…fiancé’s iron hot cockhead twitching forward and poised to push through your awaiting salacious folds. “venom wants ya so badly, wants me t’make it up to ya…paint yer pretty cunt with my cum.”
the alien matter has crawled back from surrounding your lover’s hips, sitting just beneath his weighty balls, heavy with seed all for you. it’s obvious how painfully hard he is, standing at full mast and the sight makes your mouth water, pupils dilate and a hunger settle in your chest for katsuki, one you haven’t felt for a while. he’d been neglectful, dealing with this venom shit alone when you could’ve been beside him—guiding him through, though you supposed that didn’t matter anymore…seeing as they were both willing to make it up to you now.  “our cum. we are going to ruin her…katsuki.” the symbiote growls, making his presence known to you both in the heated, sex scented bathroom stall. “i am going to ruin you.” 
underneath his hair, matted to his forehead by perspiration, katsuki’s brows furrow in confusion. “what the fuck are you on about—?” his question falls away into an airy exhale, twisted with a sharp clap against his ass, like skin on skin. “f-fuck…oh fuck….d-damn parasite’s f-fuckin’ m-my ass…” your fiancé’s head drops to the junction between your neck and shoulder, pointed teeth latching onto your saltine skin as venom twists his ink black tendrils into a shape made to ruin katsuki from behind— thrusting sharp into his puckered hole. 
“i am not a parasite!” the symbiote snarls, pulling back to pump into your lover again, this time with no mercy on bakugou’s ill prepped and fluttering hole—pressing right up against the blonde’s prostate. the force only has his own hips cantering forward, his cock, wrapped in pretty blue veins bullying it’s way through your swollen pussy lips— dragging back and forth against your overstimulated clit.
the whole ordeal is slimy, hot and steamy— katsuki pressed against you with no room for anything else aside from lust and the doubled down sound of skin clapping against each other. him grinding his shaft into your sweet cunt while venom pounds away at his warm, tight ass. when the symbiote pulls back, bakugou peels his seedy dick from between your selfish folds— clinging onto him by viscid ropes of evidence from your last orgasm while his cockhead smears fat globs of white against your mound. 
“my fuckin’ god,” you can feel every twitch of his length between your messy thighs, every throb as venom pushes deeper into katsuki— subsequently pushing his tip against abused and sensitive entrance. “m’baby’s got the prettiest pussy… can’t believe ‘m marryin this fuckin’ pussy… oh god.” he whines, drooling over your shoulder because he can’t keep quiet without pacifying himself on you, bakugou’s venom covered hand descends between your bodies to tap his mushroomed milky tip against your pleasure button a few times, smirking as your body jolts and the oil slick arms of venom spread your pussy lips further apart to watch more of the action ( your throbbing cunt and the pearls of arousal that leak from it ). “can’t believe she’s all fuckin’ ours, hah parasite?”
“no one can have her. only you and i.” he says in response, and your tummy flutters when bakugou repeats it back to you— the possession both he and the alien have over you doing nothing to stop the ticking time bomb of your orgasm building up in your lower tummy again.
to see your future husband with flushed cheeks and vacant eyes as he’s being fucked raw ( by an alien or not ) only serves to turn you on further, pussy drooling and juices slinging between both of your thighs with the back and forth of your humping, sticky noises accompanying your in tune breathless moans that follow one another’s with ‘O’ shaped mouths and end in sloppy kisses. 
with your gasped pleas and katsuki’s gruff mewls echoing throughout the bathroom— venom picks up the pace— rocking his dick shaped appendage harder and faster into your fiancé’s ribbed insides, forcing your bodies against each other in a passionate miry dance of nasty, filthy sex. the walls of the bathroom stall creak on their hinges from the force behind venom’s thrusts, jamming hard against katsuki’s prostate which in turn has your rubbing down on his fat dick, faster and faster until all you can hear is the pap, pap, pap of your sexes working with one another. 
“want it inside, need you inside! f-fuck yes!” you garble, almost pornogroahically, katsuki’s convulsing creamy cock driving you up the wall insane. “please.” 
bakugou presses his forehead to your own , body bouncing forward against yours from the power behind venom’s aggressive pace inside of him while your pebbled nipples brush against each other. “can’t,” he whines with nearly teary ruby eyes, the crystalline droplets already gathered in his lash line like yours. “been gone from the party too long, g’nna cum soon anyways. s-shit!” though you whimper with faux disappointment, you’re not far from release either— the feverishness to either of your movements dragging you by the ankles to another high after all the abuse to your sensitive sex. you find yourself throwing hips down to meet katsuki’s rapid thrusts. his hands fumble for one of your meaty thighs to hook it over his slender, slime covered waist while you grasp at his taut ass to spread him wider, allowing venom to reach deeper spots inside of him. 
katsuki shifts, changing the angle of his venom controlled thrusts so that his glistening cockhead breaches your entrance only just— making your eyes roll back for the millionth time that night, your nails sinking into his peachy ass. “‘m right there kats, oh—! right there…” you warn him through gritted teeth. 
he tilts head up, tongue licking over the sweat on your Cupid’s bow. “yer cummin’… g’nna cum f’us baby?” you nod rapidly in response, barely standing on the crumbling edge of your orgasm. between that and the alien parasite tearing his ass in two, jammed up on his prostate— dancing in the back of his mind and commanding him to cum… katsuki can’t seem to hold of either. “let go f’me baby, lemme feel it. give it all fuckin’ to me. to us.” 
“cum katsuki.” 
your body follow’s bakugou’s lead, and he, venoms. “ohh fuck, uhhh shit! ‘m fucking cumming— yeah, yeah. oh yeah…” your fiancé beefs needy and loud, his first spirts of thick white seed barely hitting your cunt before you let out a large wave and gush so hard your release makes a crude slap when ir hits the ground. your panties are soaked through and blood rushes through your ears— all your senses numb to the world except for katsuki using your shaking body to ride out the rest of his high, pouring his release into your soiled panties and against your slit. 
you see new colours, new galaxies and universes— everything hitting you so hard you barley have time to comprehend that you’ve just fucked an alien that’s using your fiancé as a host. it still doesn’t register within you as katsuki puts venom away, pulling out from underneath your skirt before he fixes your panties warm with cum snug against you again.
“‘m gonna take ya back to the party sweetheart, we’ll have to talk about this later.” bakugou coos, though you’re both wobbly on your feet as you come down. 
it’s so cute that all you can do is nod, seemingly appeased with your fiancé compared to how furious you had been before venom helped fuck you good. 
if katsuki had known using the alien as a sex toy would get him out of trouble with you and back into your good books— he would have done it much earlier. 
“i will not eat any of the humans here tonight… as long as we are able to ravage your tiny human again…katsuki.” the symbiote promises when bakugou hangs back a few seconds as you slip back into the party— hoping that your sins go unnoticed. 
and even if you squint while watching you join your family and friends for the rest of the night, you would notice all of them— the way you stagger on your legs and the shiny marks from venom’s slime decorating them too, leaving a sweet smile on bakugou’s face. 
“oh buddy, as long as yer a fuckin’ parasite in my body, we can ravage her like that any day, for the rest of my life.” katsuki boasts proudly.
“for the last time. i am not a parasite!”
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Between a rock and a hard place (1)
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Summary: You are in big trouble and in need of money. Two wolves are more than willing to help you. For a price…
Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Mobster!August Walker
Warnings: angst, language, power imbalance, debts, scared reader, extortion, mentions of character's death, mentions of a cheating husband, degrading, groping, implied mentions of prostitution
Between a rock and a hard place masterlist
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They look like kings sitting on their plush chairs as you tremble in front of them.
In reality, they are wolves, with sharp teeth and claws ready to rip you apart.
One of them with thick and luscious curls and a thick beard, and the other one shares the same features with neatly styled hair and a mustache.
Walter Marshall and August Walker.
Both are equally pretty and deadly at the same time. Gods amongst mere humans. 
Their blue eyes sparkle as you try to find your voice. 
You’re a pitiful sight to them. A broke woman, with no hope, or money left.
All thanks to your useless and unfaithful husband. 
He recently passed away and left more than a hole in your heart. Six digits of debt are now yours to pay.
“I-“You drop your gaze and swallow thickly. You wring your hands, wincing as you miss your wedding band and engagement ring. “I sold my rings and all the jewelry I own.”
“How much do you have for us, mouse?” One of the wolves gets up to stand in front of you. He roughly wraps his large hand around your throat, thumb brushing over your windpipe. “I could easily break you.” He smirks, as your eyes widen in fear. “Maybe I will.”
“August,” the other wolf slowly gets up to place his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “We talked about impulse control, brother.”
“Ha! Do you want to tell me something about impulse control? Brother, you are the incarnation of impatience and easily loose control.”
You shrink into yourself. Crowded by both of them you feel even smaller and vulnerable. Your legs are about to give in, and you wince anytime their eyes land on you.
“I sold the car and his golf clubs,” you whisper, not daring to speak louder. “The house…I couldn’t sell it. The bank will take it.”
“You will learn that I hate repeating myself,” August flashes you a devilish grin. “So, how much do you have for us?”
“Eight thousand and fifty dollars,” you sniff. “I know it’s not much, but I’ll pay every buck he owes you back.” Your fingers tremble when you get the envelope with the money out of your pocket.
“Aw, look at her,” Walter coos to mock you. “She’s already trembling for me, brother.” He lifts your chin with his index finger. “Look at me, lamb.” He leaves no room for arguments when he intensely stares at you. “Good girl.” Walter praises when you hold his gaze for a few seconds.
“I wonder what else she has to offer.” While Walter cups your chin to tilt your head, August circles you like prey. “Tell me, mouse.” He whispers in your ear. “Is this cunt tight?”
“What?” You splutter, while tears well up to your eyes. You struggle to breathe. These men treat you like a piece of meat, not a person. All they have in mind is getting their money back. And they don’t care how you pay them back.
“We have a club,” August slaps your ass hard enough to bring more tears to your eyes. “Maybe you can work a dick to pay us back our money.”
“Brother, I don’t think this pussy is worth five-hundred thousand bucks,” Walter tuts, but his eyes drop to your chest. “Maybe she can ride my dick and I give her fifty bucks every time she swallows me.”
“Mouse, what do you say?” August places his hand on your shoulder. “I let you ride dick at my club, and you pay me back my money this way. Or do you want to ride his dick for the rest of your pitiful life?”
“No…” You shake your head. “You can kill me, but I won’t work at your club.” You have a little self-respect left. Even if these beautiful monsters hold your life in their hands, you won’t stoop even lower and sell your body to random men. 
“She’s got some fight left, August,” Walter smirks darkly at your predicament. You try to put a brave face on, but he can see the fear in your eyes. “So, lamb. How do you wanna pay us back our money if you don’t work his customers dicks?”
“I don’t know,” you sniff. “I’ll find a way. Even if it’s not my fault you lend money to my deceased husband. I didn’t know about any of this. He never told me about his problems or that he ate some other bitch’s pussy.”
“Walter, I think we got a cocky mouse,” August wraps his hand around your throat from behind to tilt your head. He forces you to look at him, making you wince in pain. “If I tell you to ride dick, you ask which hole my customer wants to fill.”
“August,” Walter tuts. “I think she’s too mousy for your club.” You hear August sigh deeply behind you. “I like me some shy mouse. They are best at sucking dick.”
“She owes us both, not only you.”
“If she works at the club we will never get it back!” Walter grunts. “If you give her to me, I’ll have a nice kitten to play with.” His features darken and he wraps his hand around his brother’s wrist. “We both know she’ll never be able to pay us back.”
“I’ll pay back every buck,” you croak. “Please…” You start to cry. “It’s not my fault he died and left me nothing but trouble and debts. I would’ve sold the house to give you the money.”
August huffs. He’s not in the mood to waste more time on you. “Have her for tonight. I want her at the club tomorrow!”
Walter glances at your quivering lips. He’s mesmerized by the sight of your fear. In his line of business, people mostly fear him. But he never was enchanted by one of the faceless people he tormented in the past. “No.”
“No?” August cracks his neck and gets ready for another fight with his brother. “Please enlighten me, Walter. How do you intend on getting the money back if you keep her?”
“I was looking for someone to share my lonely nights with,” Walter grins down at you. “She’s not too bad to look at and knows how to shut her mouth. I don’t like the mouthy bitches you wanted to share lately. All they have in mind are clothes, social media, and money.”
“Oh,” August drops his hand from your neck. He pinches your ass, making you jump. “You want to share the mouse?”
“I bet, she will look pretty stuffed with two big cocks,” Walter dips his head to glance at his brother. “Do you remember the cute little thing in Dublin? The one we found at the pub?”
“She squeaked like a mouse when we punched her pussy with our cocks,” August groans deeply. “She was tight but lacked endurance. I bet this one won’t pass out on us when we use her all night long.”
“Right, lamb?” Walter cups your chin again, “You will be a good girl for us. Did you ever cum on two cocks at the same time?”
Your eyes widen, and you feel an icy shiver run down your spine. These men see nothing but a body they can use in you.
You are trapped with them in their territory and scared shitless. Still, your panties dampen at the thought of them using you to their liking.
“She just pressed her legs together.” Walter drops his hand from your chin and steps away. He admires your trembling form for a moment, drinking every micro-expression in. “I bet she’s a little brainless slut.”
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of-a-darkness-untold · 3 months
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The Devil Looks So Pretty When He´s You
My Secret Santa gift for @naughtygobbo, I really hope you like it 💕
Dabi x fem!reader
Navi.
Warnings: mdni can be read as (questinable) cnc or dub/noncon, praise and degradation, one slap against reader's thigh (light slaps against her pussy), he calls her names (e.g. slut and whore), barely any aftercare like honestly just like cuddling the reader after potentially traumatising her (but at least there's some aftercare ig), lots of crying (incl. a little bit of crying afterwards), dacryphilia (only during sex though), a bit of a toxic relationship this one
Notes: this is for @ectologia 's secret santa event. Thank you for letting me participate 💕
Wordcount: 1.5k
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He was Lucifer incarnate. A heart burned in his chest with such ferocity that it could consume whole cities, and his face seemed an artist´s dream chiselled unto marble. Whoever had created him, must have looked unto Icarus´ graceful fall; a face full of sublime and captivating anguish; and thus, had made him the one you now call your love.
And yet, with all his beauty, and his pain and his adoration for you, he was so cruel.
His tongue on your heat made you gasp, and it felt so good you thought you were dying. Of course it felt good. No one but him could make you feel like you were transcended. But still, your lashes caught on tears, and you blinked them away, scared of what he would do if he noticed them. He'd love them, in the same twisted way that he loved you.
You bit your lower lip to suppress a sob threatening to break out. Did you really want this? There was a memory trying to break through your clouded mind, but when his fingers pressed inside you, it fled again.
Only slowly did they return: hazy images of you trying to fight his grip on you as he had pulled you to your shared bedroom. You were unsure, but you could swear you had cried out when he had pounced on you like a man starved.
Then again, did you really care when he looked so beautiful between your legs?
Finally, your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm rippled through your body. He hummed appreciatively against you core and the vibrations sent shots of unbearable pleasure through you.
"No, stop, s'too much," you mumbled, trying to push his head away.
“No, stop, s´too much,” Dabi mocked you. He slapped your thigh and you froze, but his grin only darkened. Your heart sped up, pounding so hard you had to press your hands against your chest to calm yourself.
"C´mon, you were so cute just now, baby, don't you fucking ruin this for me," he rasped.
"M'sorry."
"Naw, of course you are." He crawled up your body to pinch your cheeks mockingly. “My baby´s always fucking sorry, isn´t she?”
Your breath hitched at the sight above you. Even with how he was treating you now, he was beautiful to you. He forever would be. You couldn´t help but simply stare at him.
“Hey, you still here?” He tapped your face. "C´mon dollface, want you to be present when I fuck you."
You pouted and shook your head.
"I'm tired, Dabi."
He shrugged.
"I don't care. You'll take it like the good girl you are, hm?" he cooed condescendingly. Gently, he spread you lower lips to guide his cock against your twitching hole. At first, he only rubbed himself against your cunt, watching amused as you squirmed and whined at the sensation. Only when he had his fill did he start to press into you with a low groan.
"No, Dabi," you whined, eyes squeezing shut again at the sensation of his length stuffing you full.
"Fuck, just like that." He completely ignored your whines, pushing deeper and deeper until he had finally reached as deep as he could get. A satisfied rumble emanated from his chest.
Finally, he spared you a quick glance and he couldn´t help but chuckle at the pitiful sight in front of him.
"Ah, you're too good to me, baby," he told you, wolfishly grinning at the wince you let out once he rolled his hips against you.
He settled for slow and deep movements, just how he knew you liked - on other days, at least. Appreciative hums escaped his lips with every inward thrust, his head nearly lolling forward with how your walls gripped him just right.
He frowned when he saw how your eyebrows were furrowed and your eyes squeezed shut, little droplets running down from them.
"C'mon baby look at me," he murmured, gently brushing away some of your tears, "'s no fun fucking you if you're not really there." He kissed your wet cheeks - "s´it really that bad?" You bit your lips and nodded. "Can't really blame me though, can you? Can´t blame me for having my way with you, hm?" His fingers found your clit, stroking in tandem with his thrusts, "-you just look so fucking cute when you're helpless. You know that."
A moan escaped you and he couldn't help but speed up, his hips finding yours in rhythmic slaps that drove you closer and closer to your orgasm. Grunts left his lips every time he drove his cock into your heat.
Dabi only slowed down when your back arched and a cry left your lips. However, as cruel as he was, the break he granted you was brief at best. He thrived on your sweetest of agonies, aching to see you break - die - for him over and over again. Just á la petite mort.
He gently smacked your clit a few times and the torturous touch sent shivers down your spine. A broken sound somewhere between a sob and a moan left your lips and Dabi seemed to understand it as a sign that you enjoyed what he was doing.
 "You know, you're not supposed to like it," he said, tilting his head to the side. "Thought you didn´t want this, slut?"
He didn´t give you any time to reply or defend yourself. Instead, he crammed himself even deeper into you and began to move again. This time, he settled for a gruesome pace aiming to utterly break you. He all but rutted into you, hard and unforgiving, every stroke so deep you swore you felt him in your throat. You gasped, eyes wide as you could do nothing but take what he gave you, body jolting with every forceful buck of his hips. Dabi threw his head back and let out a long and guttural moan.
"Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that."
"No, Dabi," you cried, having finally found your voice again.
"Huh?" he looked down at you, eyes unfocused. Tears streamed down your face, but you could only feel him get harder at the sight. "You look so much prettier like this, you know," he murmured softly, and he leaned down to kiss you all over your face. All the while, his pace did not falter, he even seemed to have gotten more desperate.
Then, his thrusts became erratic. His brows were furrowed as he concentrated on driving his cock into you as deep and precisely as he could. He drew out choked gasps from you with every harsh snap of his hips, the sound giving him the push he needed. His head fell forward, his lips mouthing at your neck as he pounded into you - your hips creating heavy, wet slaps. He grunted with every thrust until, finally, he came with a low groan right against your ear. You sobbed when you felt him fill you with his hot cum.
For a moment, everything was calm. His weight lay heavy on you, sticky skin pressed tightly against sticky skin, and you moved, feeling uncomfortable.
"Fucking stay still," he rasped, delivering one last thrust to reprimand you. Your body tensed, yet you immediately forced yourself to relax underneath him. However, you couldn´t help your little trembles as a few tears still rolled down your cheek.
You laid there entangled for a few minutes until Dabi finally lifted himself up with a groan. He patted your cheek appreciatively, but halted his movement when he felt the wet on your cheeks.
"Wait, are you actually crying?" he murmured, frowning. You shook your head with a sniffle. "Aww, baby, c'mere. Can´t have my pretty baby crying, hm?" he cooed at you. Carefully, he pulled out of you, and you flinched when your entrance let him go with a wet pop.
He moved your body without a word, making you rest against his chest while he caressed you exposed skin.
“Was I really too hard on you, doll?”
A nod was all he got. He placed a hand on your head – heavy and comforting – and started humming to slowly nurse you to sleep.
He did not say a word – what would he even say? That he was sorry, when you felt so good around him? That he was sorry, when he knew you had felt good too? Never. – So, all he did was caress you and let you cuddle deeper into his embrace, because at the end of the day you knew him to be warm and safe. Not safe for you, but at least he would keep you safe from everything else.
Only when night had fallen completely and the air was still, did he speak again, lips pressed against your cheek.
"You're way too fucking good to me, you know that doll?" he whispered, comforted by your body resting peacefully on his. "But I´m gonna break you again when you wake up, okay?" He licked his lips in anticipation, "A pretty whore like you should be able to take it, right?"
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s-brant · 1 year
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okay for my steve girlies i’m just having some thoughts abt him as a boyfriend rn that i cannot get out of my head so you’ll have to put up with this.
as a partner i feel like he’d be the most touchy person on the face of the earth. constantly having his hands on you in a casual way whether it be holding hands, pulling you onto his lap to sit there even when there’s a spot open right next to him, standing behind you with an arm wrapped around you, playing with your hair/clothes/jewelry, and so on. he’s probably very touch-starved so i feel like he would be on you 24/7 and very shameless in terms of PDA because he’s just dying to have someone to love. robin and dustin would fake gag in the background but he could care less. also he gives me the vibes of someone who is just constantly warm. like the human incarnation of a furnace, so cozy and inviting in terms of cuddling.
boyfriend steve in season two was very cute to me (i.e: him coming to apologize with flowers even though he literally didn’t even know what he was sorry for because she was the one who hurt him, trying to cut her off when she was drinking too much/take care of her) so i can only imagine he’d be an even sweeter boyfriend in the later seasons with his character growth. i picture him being chivalrous for some reason, like always opening the car door for you, wordlessly taking off his jacket to put it over your shoulders when it’s cold and you stubbornly didn’t wear one, and not wanting you to pay for dinner even though his salary at family video is probably not that great. long story short he is a simp and very romantic. i feel like that’s just canon at this point but i digress.
anyway for the sexy stuff you’re gonna have to go under the cut
okay here we GO
i personally feel, despite my love for the kinkier fics, that steve is pretty vanilla in bed. at least, until he’s exposed to something new by a partner? like i feel that he would be open to trying certain things with you because duh you’re you and he loves you and why wouldn’t he wanna try slightly freaky shit with you, but it’s not something he just thinks up himself if that makes sense? but that doesn’t mean he can’t rock your world, let’s be 100% clear on that. this man eats pussy like it’s a five course meal and i will die on that hill. he’d get so into it, his eyes would close and he’d make soft little noises into you every time you pull on his hair UGH. you sitting on his face is probably his favorite thing you two have ever done because, honestly, suffocation between your thighs is a great way to go as far as he’s concerned.
also, it’s canon at this point that he’s hung right? did that originate from joe keery’s bulge in those tight ass vintage levi’s? probably, but it’s a steve thing now and i wholeheartedly agree with the fandom’s unanimous decision that he has unparalleled big dick energy. that being said, i also feel like he knows how to use it. a lot of well endowed guys aren’t that great because they’re like “oh i have big dick so sex with me is good already and i don’t need to do anything” but steve is a ladies man. he knows what he’s doing, and he doesn’t even need the buffer of kinks and shit to fuck you stupid. and he would be soooo cocky about it. i feel like he would be into degradation and dumbification a bit. he loves the fact that you are basically rendered useless when he’s fucking you open with his thick cock, caging you in with his arms by your head and cooing at you while the room is filled with the wet sound of him pounding into you. the filthiest he gets is whispering stuff like, “look at you. hardly even fucked you yet and you’re already a dumb little slut for me, huh?” like he can get nasty but i feel like it wouldn’t go far beyond dirty talk like that.
then there comes the hopeless romantic in him that cannot resist the opportunity to make love to you. i fully believe he is one of the people who seeks out that type of intimacy more often than the type in the paragraph above simply because he is so needy to be loved. his parents literally have never been in the show and never seem to care, he hasn’t had a steady girlfriend since nancy, and he doesn’t exactly get affection from other people in his life, so he would be absolutely insatiable with you.
his favorite kind of lovemaking is that slow, barely conscious morning sex when the two of you wake up right as the sun’s rising and he is faced with the realization of how much he loves you in those quiet moments. he’d be so sleepy, most of his weight would be let go if he’s on top of you, but you don’t even care because you’re caught on that hazy line between being asleep and awake as well, and the pleasure of him fucking you is heightened by it. it’d be full of sloppy kisses and heavy-lidded eye contact, both of your noses brushing with every deep thrust he makes into you. sometimes you’re on top though, and for those times he’ll just wrap his arms around your back to pull you down so you’re chest to chest while you do the work, albeit very lazily, and enjoy the sight of you. his favorite position for this lazy morning sex is when he’s spooning you tho. it happens the most often anyway, when he wakes up hard and naturally starts grinding into you from behind, which then escalates as normal. he’d keep a hand on your face to keep it turned for him to kiss your mouth and cheek though. just because he’s behind you doesn’t mean he won’t long to see your face and kiss you during.
i also feel like there would be a natural dominance to him that’s unrelated to any actual bdsm or dom/sub thing but rather his default disposition with you. he could definitely get down with being in a more submissive position sometimes and allow you to take care of/worship him—which would probably leave him with teary eyes by the end because of how overwhelming it is—but he gives me a lot of casually dominant energy. he loves sneaking into your bedroom in the middle of the night and fucking you with a hand over your mouth right across the hall from where your parents are sleeping, whispering to you that you have to be quiet and good. he also loves manhandling you, it turns him on unlike anything else to just toss you down on his bed and rip your clothes off because he can hardly wait to be inside of you. it’s also little sfw things like knowing what you like from your favorite take out place so he just orders for you or stopping to tie your shoe when it comes undone because he just loves taking care of his girl in the most innocent ways as well as a sexually.
he has a breeding kink by the way. it’s not something he acknowledges as a kink officially or even fully realizes, but considering that the man wants six children in canon, i feel like the idea of getting you pregnant, or even just coming inside of you whether or not you’re on a contraceptive, definitely gets him going. and if you are pregnant eventually once/if you two decide it’s what you want, forget about it. my god, he would be on you all the time. he’d love having you ride him with your breasts bouncing and a bit fuller from the hormones, your belly protruding with a bump as an undeniable piece of evidence that you’re his. it just checks all the boxes for him. i also believe that his chivalrous behavior would increase tenfold when you’re pregnant. in the later months, you physically cannot tie your shoes so he is right there to help you. he’s always extending his hand to hold while you walk, walking with his body closest to the street and yours closer to where it’s safer, and in general being even more of a simp than usual. if you thought he was a gentleman before, when he knows his baby is inside of you, he’s literally trying to do anything and everything he can for you.
now don’t even get me started on him as a dad. this has gone on long enough.
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genderkoolaid · 10 months
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idk if you made a post similar to this but my dick is such a lesbian. she’s wlw incarnate. she’s living her best life. my pussy, on the other hand? he’s a faggot.
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SO TRUE ANON I love the androgyne salmacian swag of "yes I have a penis and a vagina yes I'm a lesbian and a gay man but they are NOT linked how you are thinking they are"
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kentoangel · 11 months
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cw, mdni ˳ ׄ ⟡  . quickly + messily written thirst, fem reader, fingering, oral, she calls you baby, beach sex, not proofread
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going to the beach with shoko ieiri and dragging her away to a secluded spot because you caught a glimpse of her tits slipping out of her bikini — under boobs soft and squishy, glowing under the afternoon sun.
you kiss her neck, fingers unbuttoning her striped shirt quickly before your hands grope her mounds.
“when did you get so bold?” she asks, hips thrusting up for friction — she wants this as bad as you do.
maybe she intentionally bought the blue bikini a size too small so her tits would slip out, to turn you on a little more.
you smile into her skin, press her body against the wooden post as you get on your knees — lick her pussy through the fabric of the swimsuit, give her tits another squeeze because they feel like heaven’s incarnate.
your hands move away from her breasts, peel the underwear to the side — lick at her pussy softly, gently. tasting her makes you see the stars.
she reminds you of an angel — bun messy, strands of hair framing her pretty face, chest heaving up and down because there’s somewhat of a fear of getting caught, but neither of you care enough.
“g-god, that feels so good.” she breathes, one of her hands shoving your head into her sex softly while the other goes to grip at her tit, makes it fall out of the bikini. the other stays in place, surprisingly so, and you rub your legs together.
your thumb circles her bud while your tongue works at her hole and she lightly spasms, places one of her calves on your shoulder.
“baby, please — fuck.” she grinds against your face and you eagerly please her, tongue licking up every drop of her lust.
you look up at her and throb at the sight — her eyes roll into the back of her head, cheeks a rosy pink, her hand squeezing at her boob desperately.
quickly, swiftly, you swirl your tongue on her clit and massage a finger into her hole — she sucks you in, moans your name with such love you think you’ll cum untouched.
“g-gonna cum soon, baby — real s-soon.”
her breathy words make you pump another finger in, help her have her orgasm because pleasing the woman you love is like holding the universe in yours hands.
“c’mon, shoko — cum for me, please.”
and so she does, legs shaky. a sweet moan falls from her lips and you drink her up like a thirsty dog, admiring the way her pussy seems to pulsate.
you put the blue bikini back into place, stand up to kiss her — make her taste herself, the sweetness that glosses your lips. you mumble a love you into her mouth as she grips your hips — places you onto her thigh and slowly guided you.
immediately, you melt — moan her name and grope the soft flesh of her tit with one hand as you grind shamelessly against her thigh.
“sho-shoko, love you so much.” you moan, grip her tit. she gives your hip a squeeze, one of her hands cupping your cheek.
everything is messy, hot — drool slips down your chin and shoko gingerly laughs as she feels a wet spot on her bare thigh from your arousal.
“love you, too, baby. more than everything.”
you smile lazily into her mouth as you feel her fingers slip past your underwear. you spread your legs apart a little more to give her more access.
you’d do anything for the woman you love.
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septembersums · 1 year
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𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒚 4 | 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌
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| 18+ MINORS DNI | taglist | masterlist | art credits |
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pairing: suguru x reader
summary: an aspect of suguru's personality that isn't normally talked about is his deep, consuming desire to be praised, to be worshipped, to have people who will devote themselves entirely to him. he has ways of achieving this: charisma, charm, intimidation...
but suguru's favorite type of adoration isn't coerced. it's given freely, openly, honestly, and most importantly, it's given by you.
content: praise kink | cult stuff | curse users | suguru being whiny and desperate for you | topping from the bottom | needy submissive suguru | femdom | submissive suguru | drunk sex |
wc: 1.9k
a/n: i love the idea of whiny needy suguru so much it's rotting my brain. u both worship each other but maybe suguru worships u even more than u do him ;)
links: | ao3 | old tumblr | twitter | discord |
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Maybe it started in high school, when Suguru was always known to be the second best. Of course Gojo would tell him that they're the strongest together, that the power difference between the two of them doesn't mean anything, because they're friends.
But to Suguru, it was never good enough. He could never shine on his own when he standing right next to the sun incarnate. He had to leave, he had to make a better world for the people that mattered to him: sorcerers.
Those with cursed energy will rule the world, and he'll make sure of it. He'll be personally responsible for bringing forth a new age where curses don't exist, and for that-- he will be worshipped.
He's already worshipped by his followers, now deemed his family, but their praise doesn't mean half as much to him as yours does.
It was two years ago when Suguru found you working as a barista in a local coffee shop. He'd come once a week or so, and he'd make conversation with you. It was casual talk, nothing of significance; he certainly didn't bring up that you were dripping in cursed energy.
The timing just wasn’t right, not quite yet.
No, he didn't tell you about the world that you’ll rule with him. Until one morning during one of his visits, you were being absolutely berated by a man in his fifties for not getting his iced americano right.
He thought about killing the man right then and there for not noticing your worth, for not realizing that the person he was screaming at was so far above him that she's practically a different species.
A monkey screaming at a goddess-- what a fucking shame.
He threw his iced americano onto your white shirt, you quit your job, and a first grade curse user was born.
Suguru likes to think about that morning when he's drinking, such as he is tonight. Sake always tastes like desire to Suguru. It washes away the vomitous taste of the curses he ingests.
When you walk in the door to his room, sliding it closed quietly behind you, everything tastes and smells like sakura blooms in the height of spring. Sweet and delicate, soft and mild.
You turn to face him, and your wide eyes are so the opposite of his own. Your skin is smooth, plush in all of the perfect places, and your voice is gentle and soothing.
A curse user who carries herself like an angel, he was fucked the day he met you. He'd been chaste before you, abstinent from the sins of the flesh.
It wasn't because of any vow that he took, he just didn't find interest in the women or men who surrounded him, and he could never bring himself to fuck a filthy monkey.
You ruined him, with your soft tits and your wet pussy and your cooing voice. Your domineering tone that’s still somehow full of gentle praises. You ruined him beyond repair.
"Did you call for me, Master Geto?" You ask, falling to your knees before him out of respect.
His cock hardens underneath his robes at the sight of it.
He laughs softly, "You don't need to be so formal with me, angel."
His angel, you’ve been his angel since he first saw you with a halo of cursed energy floating around you like an ethereal glow from the heavens.
"I do," you argue, looking up at him and cocking your head to the side innocently, "because I worship you, Master Geto."
His cock goes from half-hard to throbbing against his thigh, he swallows thickly. There's a red blush extending from his pink cheeks to the tips of his ears, his chest will be splotched with roses, too.
"Is that what you'd like me to do tonight?" You ask, subservient yet sly, “Did you call me here to worship you?”
Because you can read him like a book, and though he's domineering in his daily life-- when you're alone with Geto, he becomes malleable like clay. He becomes needy, he becomes whiny, he becomes desperate.
Your thighs are clenching together already at the mere thought of it.
"Yes," he murmurs softly, "please-- come here."
So, you rise from your knees and approach him. Now he's the one sitting on the ground, while you stand in front of him, running your fingers through his hair.
You undo the loose knot at the back of his scalp, letting all of his raven hair fall loosely around his shoulders. Suguru shivers at your every touch, wrapping his hands around your thighs as he nuzzles you with his nose.
"Please me first," you hum lovingly to him, "and then I'll take care of you."
He nods eagerly, gulping as he lifts up your skirt to inhale the scent of you. He moans wantonly as he does so, nuzzling his nose against your cunt before tentatively swiping his tongue through your folds.
Your head falls back as he licks you slowly, lapping at your slick reverently.
"Good, Suguru,” you moan softly, calling him by his first name and tightening your grip in his hair, "that's good-- that's perfect.”
In front of the others, he’s Master Geto, and you belong to him just as they do. But in private, Suguru is yours.
He whimpers against your clit when you praise him, growing more and more needy by the second. To tease him, you press the sole of your foot against his hardened cock, massaging it while he swirls his tongue against your clit.
"That's it-- oh, you're amazing," you purr, as he finds the right rhythm, "just like that, make me come-- just like that."
His moans against your slick cunt vibrate you to your core, as he greedily laps you up, tongue-fucking the precise spot that you praised him for finding until the coil in your stomach tightens, and you brace yourself against his shoulder.
It hits you like a wave of warm, flowing pleasure, as you come apart on his tongue, shuddering and sighing through it, rocking your hips back and forth against his mouth to ride it out.
You're breathing heavily when you pull back from his face, looking down at him affectionately. Suguru's cheeks are red, his lips are swollen and slick with come, his breaths are faltering and unsteady.
"You look beautiful like that," you say sweetly, before gracefully lowering yourself to your knees in front of him.
You kiss him hungrily, tasting yourself on his lips, before flattening your palms to his shoulders and pushing him down onto the tatami flooring. His robes have already started to fall undone, you help them the rest of the way off.
His chest is flushed pink, much like the tip of his cock when you free it from his clothes. It's red, hard, pulsing in your hand, leaking a more than generous amount of precum as you stroke him a few times.
He whines, throwing his head back. Suguru has the most sensitive cock you've ever touched. He gets hard so easily, he cums so easily.
"Would you like me to ride you, Master Geto?" You ask softly, running your thumb along the tip of his hypersensitive cock.
It’s ironic of you to call him Master when he’s begging you for release like this.
"Y-Yes, please," he stutters, already attempting to thrust his hips up into your hand.
You allow it a few times, making a tight ring with your palm and your fingers for him to rut into, as he moans wantonly. He loves praise, he's addicted to it, and he's addicted to you.
"Ha--Ah--Ah," he moans with every cant of his hips, "oh, please, please--"
You chuckle softly, as you stop stroking him to mount him and press the leaking tip to your entrance. He's already done such a fine job at getting you wet and ready, he slides right in.
"Oh-- Oh," he whines, holding his eyes closed, "please move, please move, please-- please, angel--"
"You're so needy, Suguru," you remind him, as you lift yourself up and let your weight fall back onto the length of his cock, "so desperate, so pussy-drunk already."
"You feel so good, so good," he babbles, thrusting upwards to meet each of your movements, "ah-- ngh-- fuck."
You play with your clit while you ride him, knowing that if he's this horny and needy, he won't last too much longer. Your pussy sucks him up greedly, as your walls tighten around him, and you chase your own release before giving him his.
"Your cock is so big, you're fucking me so good," you tell him, panting now as you search for your high, riding him faster.
"More-- More, more, more," he begs, fucking up into you so hard that you're barely having to move at all, "tell me how good it feels, please tell me, please."
He squeezes your breast with one hand, gripping your ass with the other, as he leans up to suck your nipple into his mouth. Suguru loves your tits, he loves how they bounce when you ride him.
You give him what he needs, you tell him how big and hard he is, how he hits your g-spot with every thrust, how no other man could ever feel as good inside your cunt as he does. He fits you perfectly, he makes you feel so good.
You fall apart again listening to his incoherent babbling and whines, humping him with a hand pressed to his chest to hold him still while you fuck yourself through it.
His heart races when he watches you come, the sounds he makes when you clench around his cock and he involuntarily thrusts upwards are enough to drive you mad.
He says your name like a prayer, "please-- need to cum, let me cum-- tell me you want it, tell me you want me to fill you up-- need to hear it, need it, need it--"
"Cum inside me, Suguru," you rasp, coming back to your senses enough to ride him harder and faster to get him there.
His eyebrows scrunch together, he bites his lower hip, he fucks up into you like an animal who can't get enough.
"Please, Suguru," you coo, "you're so pretty when you're about to come, you make the sweetest faces, I wanna see the ones you make when you fill me up. Show me, Suguru, give it to me."
“Gonna come— Gonna come— I’m gonna— Ah—Oh fuck, fuck—“
And he does as asked, like a good boy. He grips your hips tightly, fucking you with short, stuttering movements of his hips as warmth sprays out inside of you, coating your walls in his sticky come.
"That's it, that's it," you praise him, stroking his hair away from his face as he makes a soft sobbing sound, "that's it— just like that. Good boy, good job, baby. Fuck it all into me, I want it all.”
"Ngh-- fuck, thank you, angel. Thank you, thank-- ha-- you."
You smile and kiss him through the aftershocks. He kisses you back sweetly, letting out soft little sounds in protest of the overstimulation as you milk him dry.
“I love— ngh— love y-you,” he mutters, still so incredibly sensitive from his orgasm.
“I love you too, Master Geto,” you answer with a sly smile.
Your relationship is more special than anyone else's, because you're the only one he falls apart for, the only one whose praise matters.
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Don’t Look Under The Bed.
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What happens when you don’t believe in your imaginary friend anymore?
PART TWO
Kinktober Fest Submission
Monster!Erik x OC
Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionism, Auralism, Helplessness kink, Amaurophilia, Spectrophilia, Size Kink, Somnophilia, Erotic Wrestling
kinktober fest fic challenge  part one
“Because…there was always this small part of you, Sasha, that still believed…that still wanted me around. If you truly didn’t believe in me anymore, then the bogeyman would have fully consumed me…and I would have eaten you. That’s what the bogeyman does, Sasha, it crawls from under your bed at night…snatches you in your sleep…and takes you back to their realm where they…they eat you.”
Waking up the next morning was a hassle, not because Sasha is lazy, even though that’s true, but because she was up all night tossing and turning. What happened shocked her in a multitude of ways. She went from fear, to arousal, to frustration all because of this bogeyman. The bogeyman; the monster beneath her bed; was her imaginary friend. He was now an imaginary monster often believed by children. Sasha could remember her parents using the bogeyman to threaten her into going to sleep on time. It never actually worked by the way.
Sasha looked over the edge of her bed until she was peering beneath her bed upside down. Her eyes scanned from left to right, staring at nothing but clean space. Where did this bogeyman come from? Did a portal just open up beneath her bed at night? there was no trace of a bogeyman hibernating beneath her bed. No claw marks. No smelly monster ooze. Nothing to indicate that a bogeyman lived under her bed.
The bogeyman has a nearly endless number of incarnations, as anything frightening or repulsive will suffice.The monster is usually said to live under a child's bed or in the closet and to appear at night, although in some regions of the United States, he scratches on the window of a child's room. Usually, the bogeyman is more or less humanoid, although he may be much larger or smaller than regular people. He is often dressed in black and may carry a sack or basket with which to kidnap children.
Sasha checked her walk-in closet and there was no sign of him. Sitting on the edge of her bed now, speechless, Sasha couldn’t get the image of the bogeyman crawling towards her, or feeling his lips and tongue all over her pussy out of her mind. He’d probably wanted to do that for so long. She wanted him to finish but he’d edged her instead and it pissed Sasha off. The best goddamn head she’d ever gotten, putting all of her exes to shame. Oral sex from a monster. A kink Sasha never knew she really had—well, technically she has a thing for Venom, Werewolves, and Sex demons showing up in her dreams.
A hand clamped down over Sasha’s mouth. She had a eureka moment. If the bogeyman had been under her bed all this time, then it must have witnessed her having sex. Of course he would know that she liked to be choked. Her ex-boyfriend did it often—in missionary with her legs over his shoulders, in doggy-style with both hands wrapped around her neck from behind while he pounded into her opening, from the side at 5am while he whispered into her ear. The bogeyman probably watched with his coal-black eyes over the edge of her bed, learning what she’d liked for his time with her. Probably felt the bed dip lower in a repeated motion when the sex got rough.
Night fall couldn’t come fast enough. She plans to confront oogie boogie herself and demand answers. After sitting for an hour, Sasha got up to get herself together for a productive day at her studio. She switched on the light in her master bathroom and expected to find a message waiting for her but the mirror was clean and the only thing staring back at her was her reflection. Sasha freshened up and dreaded looking through her unpacked clothes for something appropriate to wear.
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“Perfect! Just perfect, Evan, you’re doing great!”
Sasha moved back and forth, camera flicking from different angles to capture the new male model that officially signed a contract through the agency she worked for. He was serving Afro punk realness with his long, slender locs, septum piercing, and chiseled jawline. Sasha couldn’t stop snapping pictures of him.
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“I think we have plenty to choose from now. You were made for the camera, Evan,” Sasha let her camera dangle from her neck, “you want to take five before the next shoot?”
Evan stood with his arms out while the oil girl did her job covering his ripped torso with grape seed oil. He peeked over at Sasha through his curtain of locs and flashed a charming smile made for the camera.
“Nah, we can keep going. I’m amped up.”
Sasha nodded her head and turned to her crew to get the set ready for a new shoot. This one required Evan to be damn near naked. It will be black and white.
“Sasha,” Evan’s hand pressed into her lower back, “I should thank you, really, you’re like…the best photographer.”
Sasha’s fingers fumbled clumsily with her camera when Evan started running circles into her lower back. Even through the thick material of her sweatshirt she could feel his long fingers.
“No problem, Evan,” Sasha gave him a weak smile, “Let me know when you’re ready.”
“Oh, I’m ready,” He spoke with a hushed tone that made her shiver, “Just let me know when you’re ready, baby.”
Sasha felt like they were talking about something else entirely. One perfectly threaded brow arched in question and Evan chuckled slightly.
“…let me know when it’s cool to take you out to dinner. I really want to spoil you, Sasha.”
A blush crept up Sasha’s neck and she giggled. Evan smelled so good and he was so handsome. Sasha couldn’t even stare him in the eyes for more than two seconds without looking down at her feet or playing with her hair.
“Just say the word and I’m there.” Evan said.
Why not? Sasha was single and she hadn’t been on a date in a while. There was no telling where things would go. If Evan wanted to come back to her place, she would agree. If Evan wanted to drink some wine and talk for a while, Sasha would be down. If he wanted to make her cum with those smooth, moist lips of his she would be ready and willing—
Fuck, the bogeyman, Sasha thought.
“You okay, gorgeous?”
Sasha focused on Evan’s worried expression.
“Oh! I’m cool. Just spaced. Thinking about something I have to take care of—”
“You ain’t gotta explain yourself, beautiful.”
Sasha made up her mind.
“You can take me out tonight, actually,” Sasha said bashfully, “Are you busy?”
“Shid, not for you,” Evan licked his lips, “I’ll pick you up around 7pm?”
“Good with me.”
Evan was called back to set but he didn’t leave Sasha’s side without grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on it like he was Prince Charming. Sasha felt tingly all over and especially between her legs. Fat mama didn’t want to behave!
After the discovery of Evan’s interest in Sasha, whenever she took a picture of him, it felt intimate. Like he was posing for her. Especially during one particular shoot. He wore loose, flowing, black linen pants that were soaked from water and his third leg sat chubby and semi erect against his thigh. The black and white didn’t help situations because it made his dick print pop out of the photograph like it was 3D. She wasn’t the only one on set with a wet pussy and hungry eyes for Evan apparently. His stylist was extra with every touch to his skin whenever he went to switch wardrobes. She acted like his woman and Sasha wondered if he’d given her some long dickin’. Before shutting everything down for the day, Evan and Sasha exchanged numbers. She could feel envious eyes on her back from almost every woman in that studio.
When Sasha got home after, she found a pile of packages from Wayfair, mostly decorative things for her living room and home office. She had some time before her date so she decided to unpack as much as she could before getting ready. Box cutter in hand, Renaissance on repeat, Sasha went to work. As the day stretched into night, the bogeyman beneath her bed appeared. His shadowy body remained hidden while he listened to Sasha sing off tune.
A part of him wanted to eat her alive, and another part of him wanted to wrap his imposing arms around her and snuggle her close. If only she knew how much he needed her. He took a whiff of the air in her bedroom and took her scent into memory. Shea and vanilla. His claws began to drag along the legs of her bed frame. His monster dick expanded and lengthened rapidly. Sasha entered her room wearing the shortest pair of sleep shorts and a tank top that’s been cropped so high you could see under boob. Her loud, shaky voice bounced off of the walls as she walked back and forth in her room. The bogeyman watched her pretty feet move across the carpet, waiting for her to come a little closer to her bed.
She’d grown up to be…words couldn’t describe. Her curves looked soft and firm at the same time. Her lips reminded him of Betty Boop. Her eyes were big and dreamy. Her skin was perfectly smooth and reminded him of cinnamon. She really grew to love herself and appreciate her beauty. The weight she put on suited her and she looked happy. Happier than she’d ever been. When she was with her toxic ex-boyfriend, she hardly ate and her slender frame didn’t look healthy.
“Evan! Hey!” Sasha said with an obnoxiously joyful voice, “I didn’t even realize what time it was…it won’t take me long to get freshened up. Just let me know when you’re here and I’ll buzz you up…okay…see you soon.”
Sasha stopped at the foot of her bed, only centimeters away from oogie boogie’s clawed hand. She did a little shimmy and her shorts dropped to the floor. A second later her tank top joined the pile. As his sharp, deadly clawed hand reached out to wrap around her narrow ankle, Sasha walked away and in the direction of her bathroom. He growled deeply and instead dragged her clothes beneath the bed with him. One monstrous hand brought the crotch of her shorts to his nose and took a big whiff. Tangy. Slightly sweet. A pleasant musky scent that felt damp to the touch with a faint stickiness. Was she aroused? He could smell it through her pheromones.
Who the fuck is Evan?
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Sasha took one last look at herself in the mirror of her walk-in closet, happy with the result, before switching off all the lights. 
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Grabbing her bag, she did one final sweep of her room to make sure everything was in order just in case something went down. In her bathroom, Sasha cleared away makeup, not even recognizing a new message written in the condensation on the mirror. A slither ran up her spine and something told her to look up and when she did she went as still as a statue. There was a heart drawn on the mirror, then the words I Love You.
The bogeyman. Sasha grabbed a paper towel and rubbed the mirror down until it was nothing but smudged glass. She didn’t have time to entertain the monster beneath her bed. Stepping back into her room, only the light from the bathroom illuminating her space, she stared at the darkness beneath her bed with trembling fingers. Her glossy lips lined with brown lip liner parted and a tiny breath escaped.
“Erik…I know you can hear me. Listen, could you please behave this one evening? I have a date with a nice guy and…I just want things to go normal…at least until he leaves…okay?”
Silence is all she received in response.
“Are you messing with me right now?” Sasha spoke with a shaky voice, “Answer me, bogeyman!”
Sasha wasn’t prepared for what happened next. She was lifted from the ground by the darkness itself. Her eyes snapped shut and the sound of deep beast-like growls flooded her ears. She opened her eyes slowly and stared down into the shadowy face of the bogeyman with his sunken, onyx eyes and threatening body.
“Who is Evan?” He spoke with a very deep voice.
“Just a friend from work who wants to take me on a date!” Sasha replied frantically.
She could hear buzzing from Evan ringing for her. Sasha began to panic.
“Tha–that’s him. I–I have to go. I promise, I’ll be back home and we can do whatever you want! Just don’t hurt him!”
Sasha gave her best pout and sad eyes in hopes that the bogeyman would sympathize with her. He stared at her for a long time, and Sasha was afraid Evan had left because she didn’t respond. When he finally let her go, Sasha was placed on her feet gently and she backed away with wobbly knees.
“You’ll be back?” He questioned, his voice laced with anger.
“Yes.” Sasha replied.
“Then I suggest you go now before I make you stay. And if I were you, I wouldn’t bring him back here. Unless you want me to kill him, Sasha.”
Sasha left her room and grabbed her things from the kitchen island. She checked her phone to see three missed calls from Evan. Sasha returned his call and as it rang, she took calming breaths.
“Hey sweetheart, everything alright?”
“I'm sorry about that Evan. Why don’t I meet you downstairs?”
“Anything you want, love.”
Sasha took one final look down the hall and into her pitch black room before turning away to leave it all behind for now. When she found Evan, he was waiting by a parked all black Acura. He gave her a hug before opening the door for her to get inside. The ride over to COTE Korean Steakhouse was filled with questions. Evan wanted to know everything about Sasha, from where she grew up to what made her become a photographer.
“I was born and raised in Newark, New Jersey…my is a teacher and my dad is a retired veteran.” She said, “I always dreamed of living on my own in NYC. I saved enough money and worked two jobs to be able to afford my first apartment in Brooklyn.”
Evan told her a little bit about himself. By a little, she meant very little. He shared that he was born and raised in Philly and that he went to an HBCU. He didn’t seem to want to share his childhood or past in general. Sasha found that to be odd, like he was hiding something.
She’d told him that she always had a love for photography. Her father used to take pictures often and he had his own studio and development room at their house. Her mother got her into modeling as a child, and she even recalled being on a few perm boxes. She had long hair to her waist and that alone landed her modeling gigs. Sasha then took more interest in being behind the camera when she was gifted her first digital camera for her birthday.
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“…Photography has become the main outlet for my self-expression. It relaxes me, it helps me escape from the stress of daily life and the boredom of routine. It calms my nerves and allows me to be present to the moment. Photography is like meditation for me, and it makes me happy.”
She didn’t realize how much she’d shared from the car to their reserved booth seat.
She sipped her Martini while listening to Evan talk about his time during Fashion Week and how amazing New York City is. He definitely did spoil her. Whatever she wanted from the menu, Evan would order it. He even bought her a bouquet of white and red roses. He’s very touchy-feely, always reaching for Sasha’s hand or stroking her arm. She noticed he had expensive taste, which she didn’t have a problem with. She liked to dress in designer too.
“You know, you should definitely consider modeling, Sasha,” Evan said between sips of wine, “You have that face and the body for it.”
“I do. It’s just…I enjoy being behind the camera more.”
Evan licked his lips, “I’d like to be your photographer sometime…just me and you.”
He didn’t hold back at all.
“Oh, really?” Sasha giggled.
“You think I’m playing?” Evan teased.
“No, I don’t think so,” Sasha’s eyes fell to her lap.
They ate their food and talked, Sasha getting looser from her three martinis, the primitive part of her brain stimulated from the alcohol. Her sex drive was on another level and she wanted to fuck Evan. Nothing soft and intimate, but hard sex with her face in the pillow.
Not with the bogeyman under your bed, Sasha, She thought
He wanted her to come home tonight. If she decides to go home with Evan and not return to her apartment, that would anger him. She didn’t want to find out what he would do if she didn’t. For now, she would have to calm her lust until she could take care of it herself.
Or, the bogeyman could take care of it.
Why was she thinking about that long tongue on her pussy while sitting across from her date?!
“Sasha, you good?”
Sasha blinked rapidly to snap out of it.
“Yeah, all good.”
“Finished,” Evan pointed to her half-eaten food.
She hardly ate her Filet mignon.
“I think I’ll take the rest to go.” Sasha said.
After paying the expensive bill, Evan and Sasha went back to the car. He asked her if she would like to go out for drinks and she kindly declined, checking the time on her phone and seeing that it was past ten. Evan drove her home and insisted on walking her to her apartment. On the elevator ride up, he crowded Sasha’s personal space and started kissing her neck.
She closed her eyes and let the feeling of his soft lips on her neck take over her body.
“I can tell it’s been too long since you’ve had a man kiss you like that, Sasha,” Evan whispered against her ear, “Maybe I can put my lips in other places…”
His hand with long fingers and trimmed nails palmed the under cuff of her booty. He was convincing her to let him stay the night in her bed. The bogeyman wouldn’t hurt him. He had plenty of opportunities before to cause bodily harm to her ex-boyfriend.
“Your ass is so soft, Sasha,” He murmured.
She felt her clit jump.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened to her floor. Evan grabbed Sasha’s hand and walked her towards her door. She let go of his hand to get her keys while Evan made himself comfortable behind her. She could smell the cherry champagne on his breath and it was sweet and pleasant.
“I guess this is goodbye for now,” Sasha turned to face Evan, her eyes raking over his body, “Thank you for everything Evan. I love the flowers too.”
Evan stretched his arms out and braced himself in the archway of her door, leaning in to take a peek at her new apartment.
“Hmm, looks spacious,” He smirked at her, “Plenty of space to use every surface…”
Sasha tucked her chin bashfully. Evan reached out to lift her chin so that she could focus on him.
“Just say the word and we can make it happen, gorgeous.”
“I—”
Sasha was cut off by Evan’s lips pressing into hers. He engulfed her mouth with skillful lips and a thick tongue. Sasha fought for control but the more Evan kissed her, the more she surrendered to him. One of his hands rested against the side of her neck and he surged his tongue in her mouth deeper. Evan started pushing himself against Sasha, attempting to enter her apartment, but one of Sasha’s dainty hands stopped him in his tracks. She broke their kiss with a loud smack and stared him in the eyes.
“I can’t tonight, Evan.”
As much as she would love to let this man do things to her body, she couldn’t risk him finding out about the monster living with her.
“What? You have no furniture right now. So?”
He leaned in to kiss her again and Sasha allowed him to give her a chaste kiss.
“Did I do something wrong? I thought we were vibin’ love. Are we not?”
His thick brows snapped together.
“We are, we are! I’m just…so tired. I promise, I like where this is going. Maybe, another date can end with us in bed, or on whatever surface is available.”
Sasha played with the end of one of his locs, rolling it around her fingers. Evan exhaled and gave her a gentle smile before planting a kiss to her forehead.
“All good, baby girl. No worries. So, that means there will definitely be a next time?”
Sasha nodded her head, “Definitely.”
Evan groaned and it caused Sasha to laugh.
“You promise?” Evan said with the cutest pout.
“I promise.”
Evan kissed Sasha on her hand before backing away towards the elevator, still watching her from her doorway, uncaring if he knocked into something or someone in that hall. Sasha noticed a bulge in his jeans and felt bad that she had to send him away. She had to tell herself that it’s all good. Next time, Evan can have ALL OF HER.
When he finally left, Sasha closed and locked her door. She pressed her back against the door and took some time to gather the courage to confront the bogeyman. Thanks to him, her kitty will be without dick again. No, a vibrating dildo didn’t count. A real dick. Sasha folded her arms and on her way to her room she made a stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water since she was tipsy. Sasha left her flowers on the counter in her kitchen and made that eerie walk towards her darkened bedroom, preparing herself for another encounter with her bogeyman.
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“Come out, come out, wherever you are…”
Sasha kicked off her heeled mules and sat her purse down on her dresser. She knew that it hated too much light, so she only kept the light on in the hallway. Sasha stood there, heart beating so fast, waiting for the monster to show himself. The sound of heavy breathing ghosted over her like chilly air and she shivered. She could hear his claws scratching at her bed, the sound growing louder the more he surfaced. What she hadn’t noticed until now, was smoking billowing from beneath the bed.
Sasha was stunned when the monster finally stood at its terrifying height, almost making her fall to her knees. She should be scared right now. Similar to last night, he’s cold-blooded, shadowed, and his body hovered over hers. His hand quickly moved up, a long, inhuman finger with the sharpest, blackest claw pressing against her glossy lips for her to keep quiet and not to scream. His dark eyes scanned her face intensely before staring deeply into her eyes once more. His finger on her mouth kept her quiet.
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If it were anyone else, they would have run for the hills. The reason she didn’t, despite her situation, was because she knew who the bogeyman was before he’d turned into a monster. Her friend, Erik, was once so kind and loving. Maybe, if she believed again, she could help him. A strong manly smell wafted from him and it wasn’t unpleasant. Suddenly, he leaned down, his lips nearing her ear. Sasha began to shiver in anticipation when feeling his short breaths fan her neck. Her hand instinctively reached up to grab his shoulder, but was instantly stopped by his cold, gruff hand gripping her wrist and pushing it back down. The finger against her mouth slid down her cheek and caused a soft whimper to escape.
He softly chuckled, and it embarrassed Sasha.
“What’s so funny?!” Sasha cried, lips trembling.
“Your attempt at being unaffected by my presence. I know better than you know just how much I turn you on, Sasha.”
“Please,” Sasha said with a weak voice and a roll of her eyes.
He backed off to show her his whole stature. Yes, he does have a male body. Sasha scanned his entire body from head to toe, his body very toned with a muscular build. It’s true when they say sex appeal can change your mind instantly. Sasha was near drooling after eyeing him up and down for a good minute. Too bad those torn up pants covered his lower half.
“Point proven,” He chuckled, his voice still very frighteningly deep and feral.
Sasha held her breath when the bogeyman walked around her, leaning over her bare shoulder, taking one claw to lift her necklace.
“Isn’t this the gift that your grandmother gave you before she passed?” He asked with a low, guttural sound.
“It is…you said you wanted to make amends…what does that mean?”
The monster made his way back around to face her.
“It means that I want things to be what they used to be. I want to be your friend…your lover…”
“You were never my lover.”
The bogeyman growled.
“I know…you let some inexperienced boy take your innocence. Then, he broke your heart and you cried for days after that in your bed. I wanted to kill him.”
Sasha closed her eyes. She wanted to forget that piece of shit.
“That could have been me,” He said.
Sasha rolled her eyes with frustration and confusion, “How could it? You don’t truly exist. And what would you know about pleasing me?”
Sasha attempted to walk away but the bogeyman gripped her by the elbow. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
“What you fail to realize, Sasha, is that I’m a part of your imagination. Whatever you want, I can do. And you willingly opened your legs for me last night. Do you need a reminder?”
He didn’t give her time to respond when his sharp claw cut her top and skirt in half. The fabric fell to the floor in shreds and Sasha was just standing there in a black, lace, push-up bra with matching panties.
“What the fuck?! Why did you do that?!” She exclaimed.
“I did what you truly wanted me to do, Sasha. And you smell like him…like Evan.”
Sasha’s bottom lip trembled. She was sweating profusely. Sasha flinched when his cold finger caressed her chin tenderly.
“Did you have sex with him, Sasha?”
“No!” She yelled, “I only kissed him. That’s it!”
Even the knowledge of her kissing him angered him.
“Good thing he didn’t come in. I would have clawed a hole in his chest.”
“But you didn’t kill my ex…why?”
The bogeyman gave her a sharp glare, his black eyes searing right through her. Sasha’s heart stammered as he moved in on her closer. Desire swirled around her, deep into her core as he finally placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up to straddle him. Memories of last night were scalding in her mind, flashing across her body like a furnace set in flames.
“Were you thinking about Erik when you were with your ex? Remember, I am a part of your imagination. That part of you is what’s keeping me around, Sasha. I’ve always been here, just weaker…unable to act.”
The bogeyman placed Sasha on the bed, his body over hers. She stayed very still, nervously waiting to see what he would do next.
“You wanted to have sex with him, didn’t you Sasha?”
Sasha remained silent. But the answer was written all over her face.
“It’s been too long for you, Sasha,” his claw lightly dragged between her breasts and down the length of her body, “I can give you pleasure, Sasha. I can smell your scent…I can still taste you on my tongue.”
That tongue he was referring to poked out at her and it was as long as Venom’s if not close. She gasped at how wet and slimy it looked. His tongue disappeared and he smirked devilishly. There was a small part of her that told her not to do it, not to give into this monster's request. But, Sasha couldn’t ignore how aroused he made her feel. She wanted him to eat her pussy and possibly fuck her brains out.
When everything felt overwhelming, Sasha pounced, kissing him. He seized her, aggression in his actions before meeting her with a hot-blooded kiss. Heat burst inside her as she grabbed him, her hands roaming his ripped body, feeling every inch of his throbbing muscles. Sasha wrapped her legs around the boogeyman's waist and practically melted underneath the kiss that seemed to go on forever. It was a rough, penetrating kiss that was going to leave her lips bruised.
Sasha moaned when his long tongue slipped inside her mouth, tasting her. Her eyes went wide when she felt the tip of his snake-like tongue at the back of her throat. His teeth pricked her bottom lip and now Sasha could taste blood. She needed him to soothe the heat growing between her legs. Goosebumps crawled around her body, forcing the tiny hair to stand straight as the monster pressed her down, against her own bed. His giant hand stiffened around her jaw as he brushed his lips over hers. Her skin prickled, and his touch became unbearable.
Sasha pulled away for a second to catch her breath but he grabbed her face and slid his tongue back inside of her mouth, meeting with hers and tasting the sweet martini she had an hour ago. She was lost and all she could think about was how monster dick would feel inside of her. Sasha saw hunger in his eyes when he pulled away, and removed her bra with one rough stroke. She didn’t bother covering up. He wanted to see, she would let him. Her breasts, the size of honeydew melons with pretty brown nipples, stared back at him.
“I’m pleased that you didn’t hide yourself from me,” he growled in her ear before his tongue flicked her earlobe.
Taking hold of her hips, the bogeyman’s claws hooked into her lace panties and with a small tug they were ripped from her body. Taking hold of her legs, he dragged her back to him and hovered over her. His head went down to her left breast and that tongue of his licked all over her breast from top to bottom. A soft breath came out of her as his tongue flicked over her nipple. Her stomach dropped at that sight and her pussy clenched hard. His teeth grazed over her nipple and he pulled it into his mouth. She was afraid he’d bite down harder but he was careful not to.
Sasha gasped again when he started on her right breast, body crawling back. The bogeyman didn’t allow her to move. He grabbed her throat and kept her in place before going back to suck and lick her nipples. Sasha’s hips began rocking into his, rubbing her bare self against him. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, silently begging him to go lower. He growled in response and kissed his way up towards Sasha’s neck.
The monster smiled against her neck and murmured, “Don’t worry, I’ll stick my tongue in your pussy next…only if you’ll be a good girl for me, Sasha.”
“Yes!” She shouted, “I’ll be a good girl. Just please, bogeyman, do what you did to me last night…and finish this time.”
He lifted one leg over his shoulder and knelt down, “I’ll finish…but you have to take everything I give you, Sasha.”
Just fucking eat this pussy already.
He drove his slimy, long tongue inside of her wetness and thrashed it back and forth, sending waves of coaxing pleasure down her thighs. The scent of her arousal was thick and he could sniff it out. Sasha held her breath as his tongue twisted inside of her like a tentacle. She clenched tightly around his appendage repeatedly, walls convulsing out of control. She squirmed and grew wet at the feel of his tongue teasing and exploring every crevice down there. He grasped at her hips, lifting them off the bed as he buried his face deeply into her pussy. She ran her fingers through the ragged hair he had on his head, pushing his mouth against her pussy more. He licked and suckled away at her until she was putty in his hands.
“Fuuuck!!!” Sasha couldn’t find another way to express how good it felt.
The monster growled and grunted deeply in response.
He gently pressed the flesh of her labia between his lips, pulling gently, running his tongue back and forth across the tender surface. The monster pushed her thighs up and out with force, her hips lifting from the bed slightly, thrusting his tongue deeply into her, more deeply than she would have thought possible, exploring and tasting, unleashing sensations previously only dreamed about. He slowly extracted his tongue and drew it up to tease her clit. That beastly tongue of his loved in a languorous circle, Sasha’s breathing quickening and tiny jerks consuming her body. So much of her natural lubricant flooded his tongue.
“Fuck…oh fuck…oh shit…oh…fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Unable to resist any longer, Sasha came helplessly and sweetly into his insistent mouth. Her back arched and she gave a strangled cry and spread her legs wider, affording him a better taste of that which he had worked hard to release. She was quickly spent, he violently pushed her legs to her chest, exposing the glistening folds of her pussy, engorged with blood and electric with sensation. He hungrily thrust his tongue into her slick warmth, savoring Sasha’s flavor. Her core thrilled.
“Please…please stop,” Sasha’s words landed on deaf ears, “I can’t take anymore…oh…no…please…oh god!!!!”
The sound of his growls and grunts and the obscene slurping and licking the bogeyman was doing between her legs had her nipples stiff and her cum dripping from his lips. Even the sound of his claws dragging along her sheets aroused her. She was so small and fragile and all she could do was lay there and let him continue. She couldn’t count how many times he made her cum with his tongue. Sasha couldn’t feel anything between her legs and he hadn’t fucked her yet.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me, Sasha….”
Her eyes lids dropped shut and she drifted off to sleep.
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Sasha moaned in her sleep slightly as her head lolled to the side. She was asleep on her back with her thighs slightly parted and her pussy exposed, freshly waxed and swollen, clit peeking out, and soaked. The cool air of the room had her nipples hard. She looked delicious. The bogeyman watched her sleep for fifteen minutes, enamored with her beauty. Monster dick throbbing, he leaned forward to kiss Sasha. He was careful not to scratch her with his claws as his hand slid up her thigh.
Sasha moaned into his mouth and the insistent throbbing of his dick was killing him. Almost unbearable was the urge to touch her silky folds and bury himself up to the fucking hilt. A few more strokes to her thighs and he stopped caring that she was out cold. Unable to wait any longer, he tore what was left of his pants from his body and straddled her. Sasha was dead weight in his arms as he brought her legs to his broad shoulders, the difference in size between them intimidating. The biggest dick she’ll ever take arched towards her pussy and his swollen head twitched at her entrance.
She was too weak and too tired to fully engage him, but the way her body squirmed beneath his touch told him that she desired him even in her half sleep state. Fuck, she tasted so good. And there was something about how he could just lap at her folds, over and over again. Like she were on display just for him. He could still taste her on his tongue and now he wanted to feel her wrapped around his big, veiny dick. The bogeyman pulled Sasha’s legs up one by one and hooked them over his arms. His enormous dick head slid up and down her slit, wetting it.
Sasha’s face scrunched and her eyes opened slightly and before she could say a word a deep breath released from him before he pressed into her soft opening and her pink insides yielded to his penetration. He only had an inch inside before sliding out. Sasha was fully awake now and her thighs shook out of control. He wasn’t going to let her go and he wasn’t going to stop. The bogeyman thrust back inside two inches or so, then pulled out again. Sasha’s moans were loud and each time he went to enter her again she shivered.
“Sasha…you need to keep still for me to fit as much of this dick as I can inside of you…”
Sasha gawked at the dick in question. There was no way all of that—girth and all, would fit. The veiny ridges were threatening on its own. His balls were as big as her fist. His dick was curved upward and throbbing viciously. He was almost as thick as her wrist. If she had to guess, he had to be twelve inches long or more.
“That’s so much dick…it’s so big…” Sasha spoke with uncertainty.
“You will open up for me, Sasha. Just stay on your back and keep your legs open wide for me…good girl.”
The bogeyman had her by the ankles and pushed in again and again, adding another inch or so to every thrust. Soon, he had ten inches inside of her and that was enough to fill her to the hilt with monster dick. He rested his weight on his arms on either side of her as he pushed in and out, his eyes never leaving her face. Sasha’s entire body convulsed and the way she was clamping down around him felt suffocating. She couldn't form words or speak full sentences. Only sounds and uneven breaths.
“That’s it, Sasha…take me…cover my dick in your juices…you feel so good, Sasha…you’re so warm and wet for me…such a deep pussy…”
In and out, in and out, his pace would increase as he fucked her. Sasha ran her hands across his chest. In and out, he fucked her. In and out, in and out. He rotated his hips and Sasha’s mouth dropped open and her eyes crossed. Her nails scratched at his sides and the bogeyman arched his back and pushed inside her so deep. She gasped, he repeated the deep penetration several more times, going slowly inside and pulling slowly back out.
Fuck, yes,” Sasha choked out, shuddering.
The bogeyman pulled out for a second and then thrust back in so deep. Sasha felt her insides shattering along with her soul.
“Look at me, Sasha,” he said, ordering.
Sasha did her best to meet his piercing gaze. She felt lightheaded. He pumped into her faster now, listening to her breath quickening and watching her breasts bounce. His thrusts caused his hips to snap into hers sharply. At this point, Sasha was taking his dick like she’d done it before.
“Feel me…feel me in your stomach, Sasha.”
“I feel you…fuuuck, I’m about to cum!”
“Cum for me, Sasha,” He spoke with a growl.
Sasha cried out and clear liquid pushed him out of her pussy and all over his chest. He didn’t give her time to recover. He wanted to see her do that again. The bogeyman entered her with his curved dick and pulled out, a long stream following soon after. Her hips jerked on a loop and stream after stream covered him.
“And you were going to give this to Evan? When I can make you do this?”
He was back inside of her and bottomed out until she squirted on him again. He watched her body convulse as she orgasmed. No man has ever made her do that. She did it on his monster dick.
“I’m going to turn you over now, Sasha,” The bogeyman wasn’t asking. He turned Sasha around and put an arch in her back so low her ass was high in the air, “Don’t run, Sasha. Just give in to what you want and cum as many times as you want.”
Sasha wasn’t going to fight him. He sinked into her in one motion and even though she felt his dick in her chest she didn’t move. A single tear rolled down her cheek and he bottomed out so very, very deep.
“Are you filled now? Daddy are you done pushing inside of me?” Sasha asked with a panicked voice.
She felt a bulge in her belly and whimpered. More tears flooded her vision.
“Yes,” He hissed out, claws resting against her hips, “very filled.”
Sasha stretched her arms out in front of her and gripped the sheets. She smashed her face into the sheets and cried. Her tits swung from the force and her hips snapped forward as it ricocheted. The monstrous and deafening growl of the bogeyman was music to her ears. He loved her pussy.
“Oh, Fuck! Oooooohhhh!!!!!!”
Sasha cried out, up on her hands now, biting her lip, taking his dick. He could feel her pussy throbbing around him, pulsing with her fourth big orgasm of the night. He tried to undulate his hips so that he was still stimulating Sasha but she pushed at his abs. He grabbed her by both of her arms and pounded into her pussy for trying to stop him.
“I told you to be a good girl for me, Sasha!” He roared.
“UHHHH!!!!” She cried.
Her breath came out harsh.
“What’s wrong? Can’t take it anymore? Too bad…You’re going to take this dick until I fill you with my cum.”
“Please! Cum for me! I want you to cum for me!”
He withdrew his hips and Sasha fell to the bed in a heap.
“We’re not finished, Sasha, until I get mine,” He reminded her.
Sasha turned onto her back, body aching all over. The bogeyman pressed forward, picking her up with his arms hooked under her knees, lifting Sasha into the air. He tilted his hips and brought her down and around his dick in one motion. Sasha grabbed him by the neck and he laughed at her attempt at choking him. He bounced her in the air, dick filling her up so much. He had her folded in half, legs over his shoulders and his hands cupping her butt.
“Mmm…mmm…mmmm…” He moaned.
Sasha could do nothing but allow her body to sink down on his dick. She was like a rag doll. He rocked her body back and forth, controlling her motions. Despite how exhausted she was, that angle made her feel the length of his curve stroke her g-spot. Heat crept up her body and she seized, her cum coating his dick.
“Th–this feels so good,” She said, moaning when his tip hit an angle inside of her.
“Good…that’s what I want…I want you to feel good, Sasha…now, I’m going to go faster…I need you to cum for me one more time…I’m so close…”
On the edge of the bed now, he instructed her to hold her pussy open as he thrust his hips to fit as much dick inside of her. Her mouth finds him and they kiss, his tongue causing her to gag. Carefully, he reached up to wrap his hand around her neck. He didn’t apply too much pressure, which was the proper way of choking her. The bogeyman fucked her hard, his forehead resting against hers, his powerful hips moving at a pace Sasha couldn’t keep up with.
“I’m gonna cum!!!! Fuck me with that big dick!!!! Uuuhhhhh!!!!!!”
Sasha gave a weak cry.
“Oh…oh, Sasha…this good pussy…here it comes…keep that pussy open…Good girl…good girl!!!!”
“I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!”
The words left her mouth so fast.
“I BELIEVE! I BELIEVE!”
His hot jizz painted her walls. It was a lot, so much that when he slipped from inside her, more hot spurts painted her pussy lips. Sasha played with his cum with lazy strokes, eyes closed and body utterly spent.
“That…that was…that was…so good.”
The bogeyman stared at her with shock and what he felt was a complete transformation. Right before her, his appearance changed with a glow, all going unnoticed by Sasha once again put to bed by the monster beneath her bed.
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gojoath · 1 month
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cece!! omg hello and good morning (or afternoon? its 10am for me lol) <33 you're always such a darling when answering to asks, aaa! i always love sending you my letters, love mwah mwah you're so sweet it melts my heart (⁠´⁠∩⁠。⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠。⁠∩⁠`⁠)
i have to confess, i love all sorts of ideas but — something struck my mind recently. i saw a post saying that sukuna's ideal type is a woman that wants him dead and oh my godd. can't stop thinking about it. even in the college au! (changing the wants him dead to a more bossy gf lol)
like, you and him walking around campus, and he does something you don't appreciate for some reason (maybe he's mean to someone for no reason, the bastard), and you sideye him and he changes posture immediately. or when he's rushing to leave because he's late or something, and he passes by you, you just grab his collar. “no. you get back here and leave properly.” then he sighs while walking away to re-do all the walk down the hallway, walking up to you and giving you a goodbye kiss before he leaves. and his heart always races seeing the small, cocky smirk on your face. complementing this thought, you can be bossy all you want, but when he's got you folded like a pretzel and he's fucking your brains out, you're the sweetest girl in the world <33
or, or! i think once you rebbloged a post about yuta with a mean gf, and aaaa. the idea makes me melt — he would be the incarnation of that meme “me when my gf tells me to do something”, lol! you grabbing him by the collar to watch him melt. or maybe tugging and pulling at his hair during sex, making him whimper desperately as he tries to mumble out an apology, promising he's going to be the best boyfriend in the world — that he's so sorry for acting so jealous, he just loves you! :( you can forgive him, can't you?
i know im sending such long asks but you nearly made me spit my coffee. yan!maki, she's a dream. are you thinking about her?? ohh i may have infected you with my love for her <3 (sorry yuta) — and yes, i totally agree. in advance, i told my friends “i apologize for who im going to become once the culling game is animated”. they're soooo ajdkahd i can't even put it into words.
curious, though! because i was thinking about a series about a yan!maki. how she start as just your neighbor, then you learn she's a popular girl at your college — always rocking at sports and gym. then you become closer, aaa. i don't know, little romances where someone is basically unaware of feelings while the other person is drowning in them are so cute to me. maybe that's why i like yandere so much!
sending you so much love, cella! mwahhh, ill probably submit another ask today because i can't keep myself from talking to youuu
— 🕷️.
spidey love !!! the way i jumped into my asks to answer this before i go to bed :,) it’s 11pm for me now but it was early when you sent this !!! hehe i always love reading your letter they make me so happy, you’re the cutest ( ꈍ ᵕ ꈍ )
omg i totally love the idea of sukuna just totally melting for a fierce girlie (he’s so real for that because so would i) always the little part about him sighing as he walks down the hallway before he’s turning back to come and give you a goodbye kiss i love that so much TT so cute !!! ᰔ ⊹ ۪ ࣪
ahhhh yes i think i remember the yūta post you’re talking about !! hes such a ‘he asked for no pickles’ bf but he is so cute i love it :( i def think he loves getting his hair pulled though, it fills me up so much like ahhhh hes into a little pain i just know it in my heart (+ pussy) !!! please whenever i see yan!maki it just reminds me of you TT the culling game is totally gonna end me though, i just know that first yuta fight scene is gonna have me on the floor, thighs trembling — gasping for air :<
ohhh i love a neighbour au + especially a college au :) i def think maki would be popular just because she’s so cool like ahhhh i’d be part of her little fan club. also i do agree i love the idea of someone drowning in their own feelings while the other lives blissfully unaware (literally my whole inspo with yan!yuta hehe hes so weird) i hope you’re well love + im wishing you an amazing weekend, MWAH 🤍
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vynteree · 9 months
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kill that bitch
- Pairing: kay flock x fem!she/her!reader
- Summary: (angst ) in which kior gets into a fight with stunna girl which brings back thr memories between her n her now incarnated boyfriend, kevin.
- Word count: :)
OMNISCIENCE POV
as kior and stunna shouted at eachother, kior continued to get at stunna but getting pulled by security,
" ahh !! bitch you mad, you mad!!"
the two had gotten into a argument due stunna speaking on kay flock, aka kior's boyfriend and kior laughed it off at first but stunna being stunna jus had 2 getta recation outta her
" i thought you lock bitches in cages, why you being so pussy ?" kior laughed, " i locked your nigga in dis pussy,"
kior rolled her eyes.
" bitch keep bringing up my nigga,
baby he dont even know you ."
kior continued to call stunna scary and talk about how she was ducking her until she felt a sharp object hit her on the head.
" ho kept talkin' so i made her shut up ."
the girl looked down and saw a healed shoe infront of her, as her eyebrow leaked blood, she tuned out the baddies in the back and stunna's taunts.
kior cried on kevin's chest with a couple bruises n cuts on her body, she wasnt crying because she was sad, she was angry n felt tried. kevin was livid not only at the bitches that jumped his wife, but also at kior, she couldnt be his girl and crying over a couple bitches.
he roughly grabbed kior by her face with a mug on his face as he gritted his teeth, " dont be pussy, kior. you finna go back out there, grab that bitch n show her who df you is !! you hear me ?
kill that bitch .
kior somehow got through security before, running up on stunna wasting no time on throwing punches straight to the girl's face,
" oh shit !!" rollie yelled with a wide smile on her face.
" i was suprised kior could do allat, she a chill ass bitch so when i saw her beating stunna girl ass, i was like 😟."
as stunna yelped, security had picked up kior pulling her off the girl, but she held onto the girl's lace with one hand. kicking her anywhere she could and sending punches in the other one.
" kior was sending hit after hit with security holding her n everything n i was just like, golpear su culo mami' !!"
kior spat on stunna sending one last hit before letting go of her, natalie laughing in the background,
" when i tell yall kior dog walked that bitch, she had her on her hands and knees n suh
wasnt even hitting back, she took that ass whoopin' "
" aye, what the fuck going on," tommy yelled as she walked in seeing, stunna puttin her wig back on with five knots forming, a busted lip, and other shit that made her looked like she jus got her ass beat. while kior was still in security's hands with dried blood under her eyebrow.
"let ha throw some else, word 2, ill kill that bitch !!"
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✧ ━━ getting a nipple piercing with ran haitani. ( word count: 3k. masterlist. wattpad. ao3. nsfw warning. )
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THINGS SHOULDN'T HAVE ENDED UP LIKE THIS, not like how y/n spread her legs wide for Ran to ravish her pussy alive and well using nothing but two of his svelte fingers. Emplaced amidst her thighs is him who's busying himself on playing with her cunt relentlessly, enjoying the way she lament below him from the excruciating desire of getting fucked over and over again.
It's her fault for taunting Ran that she wants a nipple piercing and the sole person who should pierce it should be a man, one that she's evidently regretting right now after Ran himself grabbed the nearest bobby pin from his suit and alcohol, no other stencil products for her safety but those only.
"Ohh! Fuck! Right there, Ran!" With her lips partening, y/n has even yet to feel her own airway hitching from the abominable pleasure as two of Ran's fingers walloped inside her pussy with such brisk, knuckles deep whilst his other hand is busy rasping her clit in unison of how fast he thrusted his other digits.
Curling his fingers, the pad of his fingertips hit that same delicious spot, causing for y/n's hips to jolt up from the floor as she looked down to watch how the man's fingers would disappear every time he pivots his hand back inside her then slicks it out in a faster pace.
"Right here, my love?" Ran pulled out his digits again, pushed his fingers back for the second time before scraping his fingertips on that soft spot again that had her hips buckling up from the cold ground, he knows damn well just where her g-spot is. Fucking her out of that is just one of his incarnation, today's not an exemption.
With a smirk itching by the side of his lips, Ran hit that same location several times, earning the loudest mewls from y/n as she tried her hardest not to give in from the intense quivering of her legs yet - not until he lowered his head and gave the side of her clit a prolonged kiss and lick, earning something that he could call a wanton yell from her which he retorted with a chuckle before drawing his head back in place, provoking a scorn from the lady who came undone on his abrupt feats.
"Sit on my face." Ran commanded in a stoic pitch, his lips played frolic.
With that words of his, he left her cunt unattended fully before lying on the same ground where she's in whilst y/n didn't even bother wasting spare second to kneel and level her drenched cunt on his face, making sure that both of them are acquainted in the position they're in right now. In between her thighs lies Ran's pretty face and y/n can't help but soughed rashly seeing as how damned gorgeous he looks below her.
By then, Ran spared no minute to hold both the cheeks of her plush ass and push her hips back down on his mouth to scrape her cunt just above where his lips are. Throwing her head back, y/n grinded her pussy above Ran's face, hitting her mons repeatedly on the latter's nose whilst hardly striding her clit on his lips and he did nothing more but lick her out from the libia down to the apex of her cunt.
The lady moaned loudly in response, not minding if either the attendants or the pilot harkens her plea, nothing matters more than Ran's tongue. Because she had long missed having sex, been months ever since she was touched by a man but she swore no ever damned man ever eat her out like a palatable recipe as what is Ran doing right now. Nobody ever hit that spot inside her warm walls just like how Ran effortlessly does.
"Fuck. Like that, Ran." She called out for him, hands flew to remove his tresses off of his face whilst her e/c eyes immediately went back down to the luminance of his lavender ones. He looked utterly beautiful, even his eyes reflected that and it turned y/n on even more seeing as how he momentarily struggled to eat her out when she suffocated his head between the copious flesh of her inner thighs.
Her cerise lips parted when Ran bit her clit slightly and when she was about to throw her head back, Ran's hands momentarily left her ass only for it to come back with a loud and harsh spank, making her skin abide the trails of his hands and causing for it to taint in red hues.
"Eyes on me or I will stop, my love." Ran commanded, turning the tables and sending vibrations on her cunt when he spoke and it damn had her mewling loudly from the intense pleasure. Whilst she did follow his antics, her e/c eyes never left on his lavender ones even when Ran would purposely tease her by sucking her clit hardly and making her tear up or throw her head back from the frenzy.
It's difficult to do it like this, there's no way in hell she can keep up on gazing at his eyes below whilst he's keeping his mouth slurping her cunt like it's the most unprecedented palatable recipe he had ever savored his whole damn life. Although it was heavenly not only for y/n but for Ran as well, it's still not easy to keep that sexy eye contact.
"R-ran please. I'm near. More, more. Baby, more." She pleaded, her cerise lips hung agape in pleasure whilst her hands moved to remove the latter's hair off of his face. The skin of her cunt even felt how Ran smirked amidst his meal upon hearing that from y/n, he sucked her out and this time, he's more eager to leave her legs tensing and quivering, adding it with a hard and rough spank on her ass, y/n can't help but curl her toes from the intensity of that hit.
"Shit. C-cumming, Ran. Ahh." Breathing out the intoxication, she arched her back when she felt that abominable frenzy crawled from her navel down to the mons of her pussy, melting her utmost when she came on the latter's face. Yet Ran didn't even once stop on eating her out because the way she tastes on his tongue isn't really damn enough to relish the thirst he pents for her.
"Oh, God. Ran! Please!" Y/n yelled, hands flew to hold onto the floor when Ran used his brute strength for her hips not to leave above his face as he was licking her puffy cunt out. The overstimulation from how he started spanking her from behind together with how his frolic lips suck the sides of her clit had her panting relentlessly, her pussy fluttered every now and then from his touches.
And although her orgasm already washed out on his face, y/n honestly loved the vivid feeling of Ran eating her out, the way his tongue would glide on the sides of her clit and the way his teeth would graze lightly on the soft flesh of her pussy, the way his lips would touch the cheeks of her sex everytime he tries pushing her hips deeper in his face. She felt it so good and evident, wanting more is her only response.
"Hmm. Come on my face, baby." Ran moaned in her pussy, causing her eyes to cross when the vibration of his tongue sent another load of tingle in her whole body. He felt so good amidst her thighs, she frenetic utmost as she pivoted her hips deeper in his smug face, granting his wish without halting in her stride of grinding on top of his lips and tipped nose. Whilst Ran's palms just held her ass once more and helped her on writhing herself above his face, smug about making her cum again and again.
Tears pooled in each of y/n's eyes as she twitched on top of him upon the splint of her orgasm coming further, still never stopping in grinding on top of his face whilst holding his purple tresses in place. With her back arching and with Ran's tongue fleetly gliding in the sweetest spot of her clit, she came once more on his face, drousing his lips and chin with her squirt load of warm cum.
Panting, her chest heaved back and forth from the exhaustion yet Ran didn't even give her any momentum to breath and gain her sanity when he held her hips and pushed her over towards the frigid ground, earning a pained grunt from her when her back landed on the hard floor.
"We're not done yet." Ran panted and looked down on the tent his pants made whilst he's sucking and fucking her using his tongue awhile ago. The bulge is big as it twitched inside the fabric and he himself wasted no time to completely show it. Unbuckling his belt and discarding his trousers along with his pants, y/n's eyes were greeted by his girthy and unexpectedly long cock as soon as he veiled it out of it's cloth, earning a smirk from him when he saw her gaping while looking at his dick and his dick piercing.
Pulling the knot of his tie, he then slowly undid his coat and long-sleeved polo, showcasing his thoroughly ripped body and that caliginous ink that surely swallowed half of his body from the shoulder down to his feet. The light's radiance surely also helped y/n gaze on how well-carved his triceps and pelvis is, even the V-line aligning just above his cock is so evident it honestly had her cunt squeezing into emptiness.
"T-there is no way it'll fit. And the piercing...God, Ran. You're kidding, right?" Y/n gasped, closing her thighs in hopes that he wouldn't notice how scared she is upon seeing his whole body yet all that resonated around the deck's corners is her loud yelp when his hands slid amidst the skin of her inner thighs, spreading it for him to fuck her until she's so inept in walking even a step out of here or have her crawling her way out.
"I'll make it fit." Ran hissed, holding her thighs still to evade her from closing it again before positioning his almost popping red head in her entrance. Gathering the slick of her cunt, his lips parted when his cock felt how warm her pussy is whilst he's moving his cock up and down of her slit - to gather her cum and help him slide himself with such ease inside her.
"N-no way! Ran! Ohh, fuck. Baby!" Y/n tried squirming away yet soon screamed Ran's name and arched her back towards him when he slowly pushed the head of his cock inside her fluttering and sloppy cunt, stretching her to the gutters whilst completely filling how empty she was inside. She even felt his dick piercing slithered on her walls and that soft spot of hers as they both gasped at the eccentric feeling. Ran even felt like his dick would damn snap any minute as her warm walls suffocated and swallowed him in.
His lavender eyes dropped down on her face and he couldn't help his cock to harden even more when he saw how y/n's face contorted in pure pleasure as he stuffed her using nothing but his hardness. He wants to rut into her right there and then but hurting her isn't one of his duties and so, he sluggishly waited for her to adjust on how wide he stretched her poor hole out. And if only his eyes didn't dart on y/n's protruded nipples or the scad of safety pins scattered around the ground, his mind wouldn't go vicious as it is.
Ran clicked his tongue in impatience, grabbed the nearest safety pin just above y/n's head before cleaning it with a liquid of alcohol on the medicine kit he set for her wounds awhile ago. He then fetched the lighter he keeps on the pocket of his polo shirt before lighting it up on the sharp edge of the pin and when he felt that it's warm enough already, he tidied it up again using the alcohol afterwards.
"Nipple piercing, huh?" He cocked his head, making y/n's half-lidded eyes dart on him then the thing between his hands and no heavens can she ever call to pray for when he saw Ran holding the hot safety pin between his fingers. Seemed like she already knew where he would use it and that idea damn alone made her heart leap out of her throat as she tried getting up away from him.
"N-no - fuck!" Her back arched, feeling as to how Ran momentarily pulled his dick out then pushed his pelvis back amidst her thighs with such strength, the tip of his dick reached the utmost part of her guts and she really feel it vividly - how his piercing laved at her the walls of her cervix, that is. And he didn't even spare her when he leaned over to place the keen tip of the safety pin on the side of her right nipple, tempting to push it and give her the nipple piercing she wanted.
"Do you want me to go on and continue, my love? I need your consent." Ran asked of her, leveled his head on top of her face before kissing her forehead whilst slowly thrusting himself inside her and even had the nerves to tweak her hardened nub in between his fingers, setting to pierce it after her permission. That gesture alone made y/n nod even when she surely feared the idea of getting her nipples pierced while Ran is fucking his cock inside her.
"I'm going through." Ran smiled, held her nipples in place before directly pushing the warm tip of the safety pin in the flesh of her nipples, making y/n loudly call out for his name not only because of the affliction when he pierced her but because of how his hips immediately moved forward to rut his cock inside her pussy - fast, rough, and deep, not giving her any momentum to contain her sanity.
Much to her surprise while she's mewling out loud, Ran's hands flew to cover her mouth as she was moaning so loudly from the harsh speed of his pelvis pounding in the middle of her thighs together with how his other hand held her hips tautly in place. It was just so delectable she actually forgot that they're inside his plane fucking each other into the oblivion.
That position alone had her tits bouncing, giving her pierced nub more affliction as it jumped in the momentum of Ran's thrust. The safety pin wasn't locked either and she's sure that one harsh move might make the metal pull her skin out. However, the thrills it gushed inside her veins is greater than the fright she's feeling - she definitely wants Ran to pierce her other nipple whilst he's plunging himself deep inside her cervix.
Shutting her eyes, mouth hanging agape, y/n felt her iris roll back upon feeling how Ran's tip and his cold dick piercing slinked inside her soft walls several times, not failing on hitting that certain delicious spot inside her by only the curve of his tip and dick. Yet much to her dissatisfaction, Ran stopped for a second, his hand gripped another set of safety pins that he didn't bother setting as he was too impatient to thrust inside her for the second time around.
Her heart leaped out of both fright and bliss, eyes fixated on how Ran opened the pin and set it towards her other boob all whilst his lavender eyes focused only on hers. There's a roguish grin playing by the side of his lips, he's definitely thinking of something unforeseen yet y/n discarded it upon seeing his mauve and wet tresses falling off slowly on his face, it made him hotter in her perspective.
"Tell me how much you want me, baby." He whispered, teasing her chest by harshly tweaking her nipples in between his ring and middle finger. And when he heard no response from her whose voice already came hoarse, he went down to suck her nipple whilst directing the keen end of the pin towards the flesh beside her tits.
"I want you, Ran. Oh, God. Please fuck me. I want your cock, baby." Y/n grunted, hands flew in attempt that she could reach for his hips and urge him to fuck her brains out of her skull.
By then, Ran again started plunging himself deep inside her - slowly to take his time enjoying how she clamped around him whilst pushing the sharpness of the pin in y/n's nipple in sync with his pace. The lady felt her airway hitched in both throe and pleasure, feeling as though the metal gliding in her flesh, Ran's cock moving in and out of her, and the way he's twirling his tongue on top of her nipple paired up just to make her all lost in a haywire.
Her legs automatically hooked on Ran's waist and when the latter sensed how eager her skin was to feel him inside her, he immediately pushed the safety pin until it passed through the supple flesh of her nipple before grasping both sides of her hips. Wasting no time, Ran again started pumping himself in and out of her, his wet hair strands fell in his face the moment that he looked down to see for himself how his cock would disappear and coat around her slick every time he pulls and pushes himself back inside her.
Rolling his hips for a moment, Ran's biceps flexed when he lifted y/n's hips to level it with his pelvis before rocking himself back and forth inside her once again. The angle of his cock and the way her back arched in that position had y/n's vocals tripping out of her dried throat as the latter didn't fail hitting her most vulnerable spot in each and every thrust he did.
"Ran! Oh, God. Ran! Baby, I'm near! Harder!" Y/n jolted up, her limbs started hurting already from the constant and non-stop snap of the man's hips into her poor hole. God, it's obvious already that Ran is a man of the goldest age, he's impatient and that would rationalize why he is so aloof in giving y/n the moment to gain some fresh air.
"Hold it." Ran's thunderous and dangerous timber came strucking into her ear as he held her waist, pulled his cock out of her before flipping her already devastated body with such ease. All of his muscles, triceps and biceps flexed and glistened in the bulb's luminance as he watched how y/n slowly placed herself in all fours, waiting to reach her high along with him which he didn't give any spare second to grant.
His right hand gathered her h/l hair in his palms, pulling it to have her back arching towards him whilst his left one roughly grasped the skin of her hips to emplace the crown of his cock behind her. With no waste, he thrusted fully without second dithers, no spare seconds as he set a tempo on thrusting and peered down to see himself how y/n's ass jiggled to meet his every thrust.
"Fuck." Ran hissed under his breath, pulled her hair more tautly before spanking both cheeks of her ass in sync with how fast he thrusted, causing her throat to unfold a dozen amounts of moans from the excruciating delectation. She already came but is too exhausted to say it and Ran giving her no time to even pause had her cunt overstimulated already from the burn.
"R-Ran...Hng-." Gritting her teeth, y/n bit her lower lip when Ran held her neck from the back before pulling her body with such ease towards him. His broad chest shared the warmth of her back as he again started abiding a brisk pace on ramming his cock inside her, without ceasing in stride nor letting her squirm away from him.
Every thrust he made caused for his hands to itch to hold unto something soft and so, his palms flew to cup both of y/n's bouncing breast, earning a shriek and pained cries from her when she felt how Ran's svelte fingers professionally closed the safety pins whilst tweaking it to inflict more pain towards her flesh. It had her screaming his name together with her moans of pleasure when Ran's cock started pulsating in her cervix, a gesture that he's also near in coming.
"Come inside of me, Ran. Please. Fuck." Y/n informed, stretching her back more towards Ran's direvtion to give him full access of fucking her brains out and the latter didn't pretty much disappoint her as he grip her skin roughly whilst pushing himself more and more deeper inside her warm walls, enjoying the way his cunt would swallow and hug his dick tautly as if it's reluctant of letting him go.
"God, Ran!" The lady shrilled her chords out when one last thrust of Ran had her squirting on the floor, one that made the man gasped and even more turned on as he gaped at how y/n shivered and creamed beneath his touch. Her warm liquid trickled on the apex of her thighs' skin down to the carpet of the plane that Ran owns and the way his cum joined in with hers made him hiss in pleasure.
"God? Right, I brought you to heaven just now, did I not?" Ran smirked in a very cheshire manner before kissing her shoulder all whilst emptying all of the secretion he obviated to let out since a while ago. He filled her cunt with his warm sticky liquid, painting her walls white using nothing but his cum.
"Y-you have such a demonic dick for a God." The woman chuckled, following it with Ran's titter.
"Want another round, my love?" Ran whispered, trailing puny kisses on her neck from behind whilst y/n just reputed with a slow nod.
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