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Richard Armitage Obsession (2023) S01E02 

SOOO ANXIOUS

Synopsis. When he’s a 10 but the pulI-out game is non-existent.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampíes, breéding, breaking the condóm, overstím, Gojo’s powers going haywire, spítting, cúmplay, NÉEDY BOYS, marathon séx, chokíng, SLIGHT dàddy kínk (Nanami’s), jealousy (Sukuna), first times (Choso), limitless, exhíbitionísm (Sukuna), true form! Sukuna, dp, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k (wild omg)

A/N. Ty to that one anon for reminding me of Gojo and his limitless, I just had to. Hope y’all have a lovely day <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - When life gives you…

Dammit, Toji knew he should’ve looked over your shopping list closer. He knew he should’ve spent just a little longer at the convenience store searching for that special brand the two of you always used - the only one that could fit his massive size - instead of rushing home like a madman to fuck you sloppily into your silken sheets.

He knew. 

But, well, feeling that thin excuse of rubber that was once coating his achy cock snap open - crashing his raw, leaky tip right against the bottom of your syrupy pussy, bruising - he certainly didn’t have any regrets either. 

“Whoops.” you hear Toji’s ragged, unapologetic huff against your ear. Lips quirking up into a smirk when you’re looking up at him in question with those cockdrunk eyes of yours. “Broke the condom again.” he explains. 

And as if to confirm, he’s sliding a calloused palm right down to the bulging area of your slit, sliding his eager fingers along the edge of that glossy piece of tattered rubber, “Now what do you suppose we do about that, ma?”

What?

And it’s all you can do to whirl your glassy gaze down at where he was already admiring. The sinful sight of your ravaged pussy winking lewdly up at you - puffy lips spread to bulge about his angry, red cock. Beading a sheen of your sweet sweet juices down his length, being swallowed up greedily. His raw length. 

“Toji–” you hiss, digging the balls of your heels at those dimples down the bottom of his spine, making him hiss in delight. “You bought the wrong ngh- brand of condoms? Again? This is the fifth time this week.”

And oh he found it so cute when you’re mad at him like this, pretending like your absolute slut of a cunt didn’t just get wetter at the feeling of his cock throbbing against your walls. Milking him so good that he can’t help but let his addicted hips move in lingering thrusts, jamming into your g-spot over and over like a little apology. 

He’s humming, “Accident- ouch!” 

The thick head of his cock pulses even deeper inside you when you give his muscled pecs a bratty smack. “Fine fine- I may have uh- rushed jus’ a bit.” As if to wipe away that tiny bit of guilt in his words, Toji’s hips are thrashing harder into you, merciless. “But heyyyy—” he leans down to drag his lips against your own in a messy kiss. “Y’know what they say, when ngh- l-life gives you the wrong pack of condoms, give her a creampie.”

You narrow your eyes, “Y-you’re such a-”

But within a millisecond, he’s dragging his swollen cock out of your snug cunt - barely, just enough to pull off those flimsy dredges of whatever was left of his condom after those bullying thrusts he’d been planting on your poor pussy. 

“I’m jus’ being resourceful, woman” Toji chokes out when you bite down on his collarbone at the audacity. Before plowing on, words dripping with faux-apology, “Ahhh what to do, such a shame I forgot to get the r-right condoms. Whatever shall we do, ma?”

Before diving straight back into your heavenly entrance, purposefully taking his time to rub against every hidden nook and cranny of your walls. Toji throws his head back, defined abs bowing into you, “I know. How about this time insteada pulling out, you finally let me cum inside?”

And you knew Toji had such a mean cock, and fucked you even meaner. But fuck this was ridiculous. 

“Ngh- T-Toji!” you’re keening with every heavy smack of his balls against your stinging ass, being rocked further and further up the drenched mattress with the force of his sharp jabs. “You’re lucky you feel too ngh- good this way.”

“Heh, see? What did I tell ya? Now fuckin’ come-” Thick fingers wrap around your hips, pulling your back down, down, down - deep to spearhead his cock into your sweet spots. “-here-” Rendering you unable to escape, unable to do anything but be splayed out like such a slut while he’s molding your cunt to the shape of his length. Frenzied. Crazed. The complete opposite of the smugly gentle kisses he presses to your teary cheeks, “-and take my actual cock like a good girl, doll. Lemme make you a mama.”

The thought has you letting out such pitiful whimpers, thighs quivering. “Hah- m’gonna cum. M’so close, Toji-”

Gripping him so tight you could feel the outline of his prominent veins, the sensitive spots along his shaft. Toji’s brows furrow in concentration, letting out a sultry drawl of words, “Yeah? Is this pretty pussy gonna cum?” He reaches down to toy a long index around your neglected clit, sending your eyes rolling back with a moan. “Gonna be stuffed full of my seed like she’s supposed to?”

You can only get out a few bleary nods, and usually Toji would tease you a little more - have you begging and crying. But right now he’s so fucked. 

The feeling of your squeezing walls too tight, the crashing of his sensitive tip against your spongy g-spot too much that the only thing he can grit out is a low, “Then cum- cum f’me, doll.”

 He feels it before you realize you’re cumming, just running on wave upon wave of pure electricity running down your spine while Toji ruts into you so animalistically. Reeling back only for a few sloppy, solid half-thrusts - because you couldn’t bear to separate too much from your cunt - before spilling into you.

And - oh, he was only mad he didn’t do this sooner.

“Oh this is the stuff- fuuuuck this- is- what I needed- take it.” Thick rope upon rope of his hot cum, decorating your saturated walls. So much that it was gushing out of you with each pump of Toji’s hips fucking it deeper inside you - the thought of pulling out not even daring to cross his mind. Oozing. Messy. “Take it all. Make me a daddy again, why don’t ya.”

After all, he did pick the wrong brand for a reason, right?

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Family matters!

The office can be loud - given, it’s hours past everyone’s shift and you and Nanami were the only ones cooped up in his office working overtime right now. 

But still, the office can be loud - which is why Nanami Kento isn’t exactly sure he hears you correctly the first time. Not until you keep looking at him with that sultry, determined graze, spit-glossed lips moving to repeat, “I want a baby, Ken.”

It only takes three seconds for him to lock the door and shove you against the cool mahogany of his desk, bunching up that cute pencil skirt of yours at the waist. Which, Nanami thinks, unbuckling his expensive pants to swipe his angry tip between your slobbering slit, is three seconds too late in his opinion.

“You really wan’ me to disrespect your cute cunt this way, my pretty lil’ wife?” he’s purring into your ear, just a soft reassurance before he absolutely fucking ruins you. “Because m’not going hah- easy on you this time.”

And maybe you’re a genius, maybe you’re an idiot who doesn’t know what’s good for her - because you flash him a grin, “So are ya gonna fuck me or not?”

Soon enough, that grin was turning into your jaw sagging open lewdly, drool trickling down the corner of your lips with every bullying squeeze of Nanami’s massive cock inside you. Stretching out every inch of your gummy walls around his swollen girth. 

“Oh God—” you’re moaning, eyes rolling to the back of your head with each harsh ram. Wiggling hips mindlessly torn between running away and fucking yourself back onto your husband’s bludgeoning cock for more. 

He’s shutting you up with a gentle suck on your candied lips, humming into the kiss, “Jus’ ‘Ken’ works fine, my love.”

And it takes you a few seconds to register his remark - a few, dizzying seconds of being spearheaded by Nanami’s fat tip. Roaming, heavy balls smacking the fat of your ass when he angles his hips just right to ruthlessly kiss against that one sweet spot he knows you love so much. Swirling his furious tip around to find-

“Oh fuck!”

There.

Merciless. Nanami Kento is absolutely merciless. 

And all you can do is scramble your jittery fingers towards his desk, his forgotten work documents, him - your body is moving before your heated mind when you reach behind to drag Nanami in closer by his yellow, speckled tie. 

All the way until his plump lips were mere millimeters away from yours, “I actually think ‘daddy’ would work better, no?”

Oh. Oh, fuck.

He was completely and utterly fucked. 

It takes the both of you by surprise when a large hand comes up to your neck, thick fingers squeezing hard around your pretty throat. The cold metal of Nanami’s wedding ring burning into your skin when he shuts up those filthy words of yours. 

“Ken-”

“Shut up. Sh-shut up, darling I’m- fuck I’m-” is all Nanami’s able to stutter out before his hips grow sloppy. And you could feel the way his twitching cock massaged at your plushy walls, the wet sounds of skin-and-skin becoming more and more languid before-

Nanami doesn’t think he’s ever cum this embarrassingly fast in his life. Never did it only take him a few more mean, calculated thrusts into your heavenly cunt until he’s spurting thick wisps of his seed. Coating your poor pussy in a sheen of his cum - of him. 

He whimpers, bending his long legs at the knees to grind up deeper into your, feeling the warm slosh of his own seed inside. 

“Fuck Ken–” you wheeze, throat raw from the unforgiving hand still around it. Vision spotty and you feel like floating - or maybe that’s just the way Nanami had you lifting off the ground with each relentless ram. “Gonna be the ngh- fuckin’ death of me.”

“Hah, you’re gonna be the hngh- death of me.” he groans, free hand coming up to slide his glasses further up his nose. Shit, if Nanami angled his head just right he could see that sinful, sinful trail of cum down your legs. Glistening under the dim office lighting, forming a little pool right at that crevice between your thigh. “Yeah oh fuck- m’not getting out of this alive. Not with you, darling.”

And oh you should’ve known. Should’ve had an inkling at the way Nanami was still achingly rock-hard between your legs. At the way he innocently grazes a thumb across your sloppy hole, pooling the heady mix of cum and slick on the pads of his fingers - before shoving them right back in. Skirting around that depraved shaft of his to squeeze whatever dredges of seed he could get his hands on back inside you.

It was making such a mess - with each bullying pump of Nanami’s fingers at your dripping cunt, cum was gushing out of your wrecked hole. Slow, and torturous. 

Exactly the way he was moving back inside of you now, reeling his toned hips back to smash right into your sweet spots. Dragging that orgasm out of you - out of him, “Gotta make sure it takes, right?”

Suddenly, you have the feeling that it’s going to be a long, long night working overtime.

♡ GETO SUGURU - The egoist

“C’mon, gorgeous.” that low, satiny purr has your cunt quivering traitorously. “You’re really gonna hold out on me like this?”

It takes every bit of willpower in you to tear your eyes from the absolutely sinful sight below you - because Geto Suguru was so unfairly pretty - even with his wrists tied helplessly below you to the bedposts. So delicately flushed a cute pink from his high cheekbones, right down to his thick, sobbing tip. Looking up at you through half-lidded, glassy eyes, peeking from under his long hair. 

Hair you thread through to gather in a harsh grip, “Mhm, Sugu, if you’re gonna be so cocky when m’letting you cum inside me then I jus’ hafta- ngh!”

Your foolish little threat is dying in your chest when your beloved boyfriend is wrenching his hips up. Having you teetering precariously, clinging onto his sculpted abs when he uses them to fuck his cock up into you slobbering cunt. 

“Hah!” his dark eyes widen in delight at the sight of how readily your slutty cunt was making way for him. Puffy folds being split apart to swallow every fucking inch he gives. “Just look at what a filthy lil’ cunt you have, my girl. So needy despite all your talk.”

“Th-that’s cheating.” you tug on his soft silky restraints. Eyeing the way they were firmly digging into his milky skin. “Maybe I ah- won’t- let you-”

Another ragged jut of his hips, the thick curve of Geto’s swollen cock spearing into you, pulsing against your sensitive spots until you couldn’t think. He’s gasping, “No!” Letting out such a pained grunt when your spongy walls cling onto him like a second skin. “No no no no- jus’ fuck m’gonna have you begging for my cum.”

And if Geto had his hands untied you just knew he’d be gifting your sobbing cunt a punishing smack! So that’s exactly what you do - letting out such a teasing whine of his name when you slap the pads of your fingers down across your sopping slit. Stopping right below your clit - exactly the way he does.

“Still real cocky, aren’t you?” you purr, so sultry and low, sending a fresh wave of precum painting at your bruised cervix. 

“Fuuuck- you little minx. This won’t- ngh-” he hisses. “You’re gonna fuckin’ regret holdin’ out on me.”

There it was again - that little accusation. The same little mantra that’d been falling from Geto’s glossed-over lips ever since you tied his wrists together and straddled him after a few too many goading comments on how you won’t be able to “handle him” if he came inside.

Scoffing, “Yeah yeah that’s what a sore loser-”

Fuck, it seems he’s well and fully intent to not have you run your pretty mouth. 

Pushing past your feeble little ring of resistance to draw at your honeyed walls. Running his angry tip along each and every sweet spot he’d so meticulously mapped out before.

“I warned you, gorgeous.” His breaths are wrenching out so strained, low groans leaving him with how your plushy walls were trying to suck out something delicious. “Warned you it was- ngh was gonna be too much. And now look at you.” He’s chuckling, so utterly unapologetic. “Fucked dumb and taking my cock like the slut you are. How’d you feel about that, huh?”

It’s so embarrassing. 

Embarrassing how good you were feeling, stars behind your eyes every time Geto is smashing deep into your core. Embarrassing how you can barely even hold yourself up at this point, instead collapsing right into the valley between Geto’s pecs, lips drooling with need. 

Embarrassing how you can’t even answer his question.

And this is what makes him smile - full and content. Craning his head down to kiss softly at your slack lips, “That’s what I thought. Now beg for it, beg for my cum.”

“Wh-what?” you snap your eyes open. Moaning lowly at the drag and pull of his fat shaft, stretching out your narrow channel with each ram of his hips. Angling your boneless body just right for those tufts of black at his toned base to rub against your clit so obscenely. 

“You hear me. Or you can’t hear as well as- ngh- speak now, huh? Beg for it.”

“No.”

Geto falters his hips slowly at this, “Beg for it.”

“No.”

Of course, this only makes him stop completely. Rolling his eyes in such a languid way at your clear disappointment, “Then fuck me yourself if you wanna be so mouthy.”

The result is - for Geto - the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen. With you whining, tears springing to your eyes as you try to ride him as best you could. Yearning, craving for those bullying thrusts he’d been planting on your sweet spots. Ass jiggling when it smacks against his pelvis lazily, hips stuttering up and down his veiny cock, weeping your needy juices as you sob, “No- please I take t- ngh- back. I want your cum, Sugu. Please?”

“That’s more like it.”

And no sooner are the words out of your lips before Geto’s thrusting up into you haphazardly. Brows furrowed, abs screaming with the strain of just how hard he was pounding you. Again. And again - more to teach you a lesson, more to drive the two of you insane. Again and again and-

It only takes a few more of those lingering, ruthless kisses of Geto’s leaky tip against your g-spot for the two of you to be cumming. 

Your gummy walls convulsing, sucking up every wet glob of cum shot against them, against your womb. Geto’s full, heavy balls filling you up in mere seconds with how much he was painting your poor cunt white. Dripping down the side of your pussy lips, creating such a mess all over his base that he just can’t help but-

RIP!

Your back is hitting the mattress before you know it, Geto’s large figure looming over you- how? When did he-

“Ya really thought those would stop me from-” he takes the time to spread open your trembling legs, spying down at the mess of cum leaking out of your gaping hole now. Thick, gushing dredges of him - all him. He’s shuffling down, hot breath hitting your abused cunt, “-having my favorite meal?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Made for this.

Slam!

You’re both jolting - you at the deafening sound of your best friend’s hand slamming down on the headboard, making it creak at the sheer power. Him at those sultry little words that had just left your glossy lips, sending all the blood in his body right down to where he was buried between your shaky legs. 

Before you can react, Choso’s looming his face closer - eyes wide, jaw sagging open, voice just a whisper when he asks, “What did you say?”

And through it all, it’s a wonder you’re managing to catch your breath. Because Choso’s unforgiving cadence was barely letting up, pushing in long, solid strides of his hips to drag his fat cock against the plush of your gummy walls. “I-I said since it’s your first time n’ I wanna make this special, you should-” Looking him right in his pussydrunk eyes when you say, “-cum in me, Cho.”

Just like before, that honeyed request pulls out such a visceral reaction from him. His dewy eyes scrunch shut, thick tip kissing so deep inside your womb when he twitches animalistically. Sliding across to mark you from the inside out. 

And somewhere in your fucked-out mind, you register the snap! of wood breaking above you, Choso’s biceps flexing with movement. “Fuuuck, baby, you can’t hah- s-spring that on me like that.”

It was true - a few too many bad sex scenes on movie night, and a few too little lingering touches left you wanting more. Wanting to steal away your cute best friend’s virginity once and for all, and then some.

“Why not?” you bat your lashes so deceivingly innocently up at him. Making his poor jaw drop even further, hips stuttering forwards sloppily. “No no no no, Cho. You’re my best friend and you deserve the best.” you’re tutting, tightening your legs around his sculpted waist. Preventing any escape - as if he could ever want to run away from this heaven. “I need you to cum in me.”

It happens too fast for you to even register - before you know it, two large hands of Choso’s are hoisting your limp legs up onto his toned shoulder. Upper half bending down, down, down until he had you folded in half in such a mean mating press. 

“F-fuck don’t-” he gasps out, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the lewd change in angle. The curving divot of his head brushing up against that hot g-spot of yours, raw with so many hits. Greedy eyes locked on the way your puffy cunt was swallowing him whole. “-don’t say that! Was enough havin’ you offer your pretty lil’ cunt f’me to fuck.”

Smirking, “Cum in me, Cho. Please?”

And fuck Choso was sure he was going to pass out this very second. Collapse on top of you like an utterly fucked ragdoll. But, no - and he doesn’t know what’s more embarrassing - instead, his heavy balls are squeezing sloppily, making such a mess of you inside when he streams out thick spurts of cum.

Eyes ringing, vision spotty when he’s pouring such heavy amounts to paint your cunt white. It’s all he can do to breathe, “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck m’cumming m’sorry m’cumming m’cumming- ah- ngh-”

“F-fuck yeah give it t’me.” you murmur heatedly, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth with each pump inside reaching your lungs. Sending dredges of seed slobbering down Choso’s throbbing length, forming a pool at your inner thighs. “Give it all to me, you’re doing so good for your first time, baby.” 

Your honeyed praises stick to him like a veil of sin, having him shudder out little whines of your name. “No m’not!”

“Hm? What’re you fuuuck right there- what are you talking about? Yes, you are.” you thread your fingers through his long, damp locks. Pushing away the dark strands sticking to his forehead to connect it with yours, “Doing so good f’me.”

Choso’s breaths come out in feverish puffs, and despite having velvety strings of his cum sloshing inside your walls right now, he was still hard. Still painfully hard with each overstimulated shove into your dripping cunt. 

“Dreamt of this for so long.” he drawls, ragged. A soft thumb coming down to draw on your clit, “Been wanting you for so long n’ you have no idea. M’ jus- fuck your pussy is just too perfect, my girl.” That little confession has you clenching around him so tight. Forcing Choso to hike up a knee to stretch your thighs so far apart it burned, letting him accelerate his hips. “Too much that I can’t keep it- hah- together. S’like she’s made f’me. Jus’ wanna fill you up until you can’t take it- ngh-” 

A particularly harsh kiss to your sweet spot has Choso’s seed oozing out of your puckered hole even more. So slutty in the way that you were still clamping down to milk the soul out of him all through it. 

His pretty pink lips fall into a soft oh! at the sight. Movements languid, hypnotized when the erratic, slender fingers on your clit move down. Swirling at the treacled ring of cum around his hilt, where your pussy lips were mashing against his toned pelvis. 

You have half the mind to wonder if Choso even realized what he was doing - whether he was even breathing - as he raises those fingers to your mouth. Immediately parting your kiss-bitten lips to suck his glossy fingers clean.

The eager, lewd squelches from above and below have him pushing your body up to thrust even harder - hissing, “Oh you really ngh- made f’me.”

“Well then…” you start, muffled. And your tone already has Choso gulping. Waiting on your every word. “Why don’t you cum inside me again to make up for it and the broken headboard?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - HEIR

Now, it’s not often that Ryomen Sukuna feels threatened. Him? The infamous king of curses? Don’t make him laugh, everyone knows that you’re his pretty lil’ slut, his favorite human.

But it’s times like this, with your pretty self sat where you belong - right on his fat, achy cocks, your limp legs dangling off his luxurious throne, crying and begging for him to just move - he’s reminded that maybe not everyone knows. 

“Pleeease, Kuna.” you’re dragging out of your throat, voice wrecked with need. “Jus’ need to- to cum!” And he thinks it’s so adorable how you’re trying to fuck your hips up and down on his lengths, matching tips so thick that they rut against your sweet spots without even trying. 

It’s useless, with the tight, black-nailed grip he has on your stuttering hips. Making such a mess slobbering down his cocks.

“Hmmm, I dunno if you deserve it, brat.” his smug facade is laced with something else - something dangerous now. “After all…” he’s nosing down your racing pulse, breathing in as if he could smell the lust in your blood. “-you looked real cozy with that minister from earlier.”

You’re gasping - whether from his words, or from the way his curved shafts twitch so furiously inside you, you’re not sure. 

“Wh-what?”

He scoffs, “You know what m’talkin’ about.”

And you did - unfortunately. Hazy mind showing off shreds of memories from that meeting you accompanied Sukuna to earlier today. The one where, despite being dangling off his arms the entire time, one unsavory new minister managed to throw a few crass remarks your way. Something about how good you must be and how he’d give you an-

“Heir.” It’s all that Sukuna is spitting out before thrusting up into you. Deep, slow. Like he knew you were thinking about that little altercation today and wanted to fuck out every thought of it out of your pretty lil’ mind. “That little scum had the audacity to talk to my woman about how he’d have an heir by now. As if I’m not fucking you right.”

Two thick fingers come up to smush your cheeks together into a pathetic pout, spitting into your open mouth, “I’d have killed him if you didn’t fuckin’ stop me, human.”

“B-because-” you’re crying out, eyes rolling to the back of your head with each smash of his fat tip against the bullseye of your g-spot, the other marking up your cervix. “I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of-”

“So what if I caused a scene?” Sukuna’s sharp canines are nipping down on your wobbly lower lip. The curve of his dicks stretching you so thin. Taut. Until your clingy walls molded to his shape. “Do you deny me the right to defend my woman? My future heir?”

The sopping wet sounds of your poor hole being ravaged are almost too loud for you to hear his last words. Almost.

You gasp, face lolling up from where they were pressed up against his sculpted pecs. “Wait- future heir?”

And oh how Sukuna loved the sound of that on your lips. A raw groan curling up from his throat, biting his lip while he fucks you so thorough. So purposeful. 

At this point the only thing you’re managing to get out are pitchy whines, being bounced up and down like some sextoy on the king’s cocks. His massive girths tattooing your walls with each and every twin vein and ridge.

“Mhm, ya like that?” Sukuna grins, slacking down the throne to jut his muscled abdomen upwards. “Wan’ me to breed this cute cunt with my heir?”

The only response he’s getting are your nails raking red, angry marks down his tan skin, which clearly wasn’t enough for him.

“I asked you a question, brat.” This earns you a sharp smack! to the fat of your ass, his nasty cadence only speeding up. You’re barely even lucid anymore, just being slid along his towering lengths. “Use your words n’ fuckin’ tell- me-”

“Hngh!” you’re screaming out at a particularly harsh jab against your g-spot. Big fat tears rolling down your cheeks when you mewl, “Yes! Yes I wan’ it so bad, ngh- for you to fill me up. Breed me until- ngh until everyone knows.”

The honeyed grin you’re given is something you know doesn’t bode well, Suknua’s eyes darting somewhere behind you. But that’s the last thing on your mind while he spits a thick glob of saliva on your cunt. Goading, “Well if you’re that desperate, woman.”

And it’s dizzying - if you thought Sukuna was fucking you thoughtless before then you weren’t ready for right now. 

“Fuck.” he grits out. “Yes that bastard got one thing right- I just wanna- oh-” And then he’s spitting, another steady stream of saliva right on your struggling cunt. “Wanna breed this pussy- until they know m’the one that fucks you right.” He’s rubbing a palm along your stomach, drawing a line where he could feel the bulge of his swollen cocks. “Have you round and glowing with my heir.” Moving up, up, up to cradle your bouncing tits into his greedy mouth. “Have these hah- filled with milk. And have you filled with me. They’ll all see you and see me. I did this.” 

Sukuna’s red, glowing eyes are the last thing you see before everything flashes white. And then you’re cumming - barely having the capacity to give a fair warning other than, “Oh- f-fuck Kuna m’gonna.”

It takes you a moment to realize that he is as well. The squelches from your delicious cunt only increasing twofold when he’s gifting you with thick spurts of his seed. Too much. Both fat heads throbbing in staccato with your high, so furiously before they’re erupting in a gush of pure white. Too much. 

“Ahhh yes, s’where you belong.” Sukuna breathes, voice a few octaves higher with how much he was still cumming. Hips thrusting to force such filthy movements to pump his potent seed deeper and deeper - sure enough to mark you from the inside out. “Fucked dumb on m’cocks and hah- ready to make me an heir. One to kill off all the trash I can’t.” Letting it slobber down onto his abs, pooling at the muscles. Hot loads overspilling from your tight pussy now. Shit, it’s a sight so sinful that Sukuna has to tear his eyes away to look at that slightly ajar door, brows quirking at the aghast face outside he meets. “Won’t you agree, minister?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - “Do you hate me?”

“Huh- what?” you’re blinking, unsure if you even heard that correctly. Eyes darting from Gojo’s pouty pink lips to the way he was still bludgeoning his aching cock inside you, “Of course I don’t, Toru? What’s with the- hah-”

Apparently, your answer wasn’t good enough for the great Gojo Satoru, and it’s not long into your bumbling, half-drunk sentence before he’s smashing his fat tip purposefully against that honeyed g-spot he loved so much. Dragging out such cute moans from your throat while he babbles, “Then why are you- hah telling me to pull out?”

It takes everything in you to wrench your eyes open to meet his dead-serious expression, “What?”

Gojo scoffs at how fucking long it was taking your cockdrunk mind to comprehend him. Pushing your knee back further to spread your sopping cunt, squeezing his thick girth inside like some cocksleeve. “Why-” he cuts himself off with a bullying little thrust. “-are you telling- me to fuckin’ pull out.” And he sounds so genuinely devastated, voice a pitch higher than normal, breaking ever-so-slightly at the end. “Do you hate me now, sweetheart?”

“You fuckin’-” you’re spitting. Nails digging into the sides of Gojo’s pale neck when you’re pulling him closer, hissing into his panting mouth, “-idiot. I told you to- ngh- to pull out because I don’t trust that limitless of yours to work.”

“But, my girl—” he whines, burying his face to lick up the crook of your neck. “Don’ wanna leave to ah- get condoms right now. M’the strongest, when has it not worked?”

And it’s like the sole reminder of this fact is enough to spur your boyfriend on even more, because with a ragged growl he’s falling back onto his thighs - taking your boneless body right along with him. Greedy pussy sat so pretty and needy around his cock, sinking deeper and deeper down every long inch.

You could barely even feel it - limitless. Just a slight, steady pulse of jujutsu, atoms standing at attention all around your tangled bodies.  

“Oh!” you keen at the feeling of Gojo’s heft veins making their mark all along your gummy walls. Gravity sliding you down his swollen cock until your puffy folds were meeting his sharp pelvis in a messy kiss. “Y-you’re really not fuuuck- backing down, huh?”

As if to prove your point, a large palm comes up around your back, wrenching your two hands behind to pin them behind your back. Leaving you completely bare and helpless under his obscene will. 

“Nope.” Gojo hums, popping the “p”. Flashing you a fucked-out grin - and oh he looks so pretty, so wrecked with his snowy locks disheveled, cheeks a blushing pink, lips spit-glossed and worried. “How could I be when my girl- hngh feels like this?”

“S’not gonna-”

“It is-” he’s interrupting in a syrupy tone, so drunk off the way you were complaining about his limitless but taking every thrust he gives so well. “S’gonna work- it will work hngh- trust me, sweetheart.” Thumbing apart your bulging swollen folds even further to toy over your pulsing clit, “Shit- love it when you squeeze me like that. Hah- and you expected me to leave this n’ go get condoms fuckin’ right.” With every hungry thrust he’s gifting your poor pussy, Gojo’s mouth is running a mile a minute against your racing pulse. Heavy tongue lolling, eyes rolling to the back of his head with every passing millisecond you’re sucking the ever-loving soul out of him. “As if I’d wanna hah- leave this. It’ll work-”

Somewhere in-between the lingering ruts, a hand of yours runs through Gojo’s damp tresses, tugging on it to make him look. Difficult, somehow. 

“Toru…” you grip harder on his soft strands, dragging him away from his little hiding spot. Relenting, he’s slowly raising his eyes to look at you and- “Why are you-”

Oh. Shit.

If you thought Gojo was ruined before then you weren’t ready for this - his half-lidded eyes glowing, crackling with power, babbling lips sagging open in ecstacy. And if you didn’t know any better you’d have thought that the lights in your bedroom flickered dangerously just a bit. He gasps, eyes boring into yours, “What- what was I sayin’ again?”

Oh he was so fucked - and you were, too. 

Because your mouth is moving before your mind, feeling so dirty when you muse, “Told me how you were gonna- ngh- drop limitless n’ fill me up, Toru–”

Your jaw is prying open with his mean little tempo. Fat, greedy cock messing up your insides with how haphazardly he was spearing inside in weighty, animalistic thrusts. Leaving just enough time for that divot on his angry tip to peck at your sweet spots, before shoving his entire length back in and out again. Over and over and-

It only takes a mere split-second of Gojo’s limitless faltering, of him being enveloped in all your dripping heaven, before he’s cumming. And cumming so hard, gushing out so much in thick, hot streams of his heady seed.

It’s filling you up from the inside, stretching your walls taut. Sloppy. Sinful. And you can do nothing but reach your high as well, flashes of white-hot pleasure behind your eyes. Or maybe that was Gojo.

His creamy white cum kissing you inside, drooling out of your ravaged hole with every mindless push of his hips. Forcing it deeper and deeper and oh fuck, he could do this forever. Fuck condoms. Fuck limitless. He tells you that - rattles it off into your open mouth a little over fifteen times watching the coating of his cum pool a glossy sheen down your legs. Sloshing down in thick, lewd globs.

“Told you so.” you scoff. 

“That- that was just the practice round! Best out of three?”

“...”

A/N. Picked the title out for no purpose other than self-indulgence I’m ngl.

Plagiarism not authorized.

Tear You Apart Masterlist:

Dark!Ransom x Reader x Steve Kemp 

After being taken by crazed cannibal, Steve Kemp, with the intent of selling your body to the disturbed wealthy, you capture the attention of the everyone’s favorite dark rich man, Ransom Drysdale. After catching his eye he decides to buy you for himself before you can be chopped to bits, with the promise that Steve could visit and play whenever he likes. As you try to escape what feels like your impending doom you don’t know what feelings become real and what becomes fantasy. 

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Tear You Apart - Part Eight

A Dark!Ransom x Reader x Dark!Steve Kemp

Tear You Apart Masterlist // Part Seven

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TW: 18+, Smut, daddy kink, choking, breeding kink, degradation, torture, isolation tacts, cannibalism, murder, discussions of Suicide, Assualt, Kidnapping, Trafficking, this chapter is incredibly dark, if I'm missing any major tags please let me know!

a/n: once again didn't post for a long time, my bad I'm kind of miserable in my life and can't get out of bed or take care of myself most days. This is only going to have about three, maybe four parts left depending on the word count. I've been told people don't enjoy longer updates since they take too much time to read so I tried to shorten this one and this was the best I could do lol.

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It had been ten days since you’d last seen Ransom.

He came while you were asleep though. There would be new food in the fridge every morning for you. For a few days, you tried to pretend to be asleep to see when he’d come in like a child staying awake to see Santa Claus come down the chimney, but you’d always fall asleep.

He left a tube of Neosporin and band-aids on the bathroom counter for the cuts on your hand from the shattered glass in his Grandfather’s study and such empathetic detail made your heart flutter. He was furious with you but Ransom was still going to take care of you. And you hated to say you missed him. You told yourself you just missed the presence of other people but a part of you wondered if it was Ransom you missed or if it was just loneliness. But you knew he missed you too.

Yesterday when you woke up the pillow on the side of the other side of the bed smelled faintly like his cologne and aftershave. He’d laid beside you in your sleep and although unnervingly creepy it made you feel bittersweet.

But without things to keep you from losing your mind while trapped in here the time moved at a snail speed and it felt like this was actual purgatory. He’d taken all forms of entertainment and ways to pass the time.

You created a routine for yourself to keep sane.

Wake up, check the basement to see if Ransom had decided to stay, look into the fridge to see what he brought you, and plan out when you will eat what. You’d shower and do your makeup, although there was no one to see it it at least helped keep you occupied. You’d walk toe to toe over each square foot of the basement. You’d count all the tiles in the bathroom and kitchen. You’d do sit-ups and push-ups until you tired yourself out enough to take a nap. When you wake up you’d eat whatever meals he brought you the previous night. You washed what clothes you had in the bathtub with hand soap, not ideal but better than nothing.

Every day you’d conserve water and ration food. You didn’t know how long you’d be down here without company, maybe eventually his delivery service would stop altogether. Maybe he’d shut the power off and turn off the water connection for the basement. Everything with a lid that could store water was filled and hidden from spying eyes throughout the basement. He could cut off your food supply and you could still survive for quite some time but water was something you wouldn’t survive long without.

At least once a day you’d sneakily lift the corner mattress just enough to see the dozen or so sedative pills from Steve that you managed to stash before Ransom staged your offbeat intervention. You told yourself if you were alone down here for 20 days you’d do it. You thought about doing it now, especially since your most recent flight attempt set back any opportunity of escape for a while, if ever again. But the pained expression with flashes of trauma across Ransom’s face when he told you about the woman he accidentally tortured and watching her slit her own throat you didn’t want him to see that again. Even though it would be his fault, he’s the one that brought you to that point in the first place, you didn’t like thinking about him finding you like that. He deserved torment but you didn’t want it to be in exchange for your life. You gave yourself a time limit. 20 days and that’s it. Whether it was Ransom’s original 100-day time limit or your 20-day death timer not much had changed as time was still death. 20 days and you’d swallow all the pills you had left and escape from this basement one way or another.

You wanted more proof of Bethany, you didn’t want her to fade so easily. Her hairbrush had now since been removed from under the bathroom cabinet, Ransom must have had to have taken it in one of his late night visits.

You laid on the floor of the closet and stared up at the array of hanging clothes above you as if they were stars in the night sky. You raised your hand and gently brushed back and forth over the various materials of the various items.

With brittle nails your scratched messages along the baseboard of the closet. Something that could only be noticed if another person who was also was laying on the closet floor lost in the purgatory time loop that was your punishment. Something only a person in peril could find. An expired SOS that would bring comfort or fear.

You carved out your name,

seeing it in writing felt different.

19

the age you fear would be the oldest you’d grow

RANSOM BOUGHT ME FROM STEVE,

like a used couch found online.

BETHANY KILLED HERSELF TO GET PUT B4 I CAME,

that was all you knew of her

IF U SEE THIS I AM DEAD & U R TRAPPED 2,

maybe he bought the next one from Steve too, maybe he saw her out in public the way her had the girl before you.

DO NOT TRUST HIM

You thought of Sarah, the girl from Steve’s basement who you never saw, only met through the walls of the cells he kept you locked in. A voice that made every fiber of your being want to revolt and yet you didn’t have a face to match it with.

“Beat him, kill him if you need to. You’re the only chance of stopping these monsters.”

You knew she’s been long dead by now but you liked to pretend she wasn’t. Maybe he miraculously let her go, maybe she snuck out, maybe someone bought her the way Ransom bought you but you’re not sure if that was a fate worse than death.

Sarah’s words needed to be transcribed, they were only whispered to you, and you could only whisper them to yourself, but her words needed to be in person. There needed to be proof of her. You carved the final words she ever spoke to you

BEAT HIM

KILL HIM IF U HAVE 2

You hoped the next girl would be stronger than you. You’d grown too attached to Ransom as much as you hated to admit it you knew it was true. You missed him and even his cold personality and snide remarks accompanied with a whiplashing personality. You missed the world and Ransom was the closest you’d get to it.

Your fingernails bled after your repeated carving along the wood. With your luck it’d be tetanus that’d kill you instead of him.

You crawled off the cold basement flooring from the closet to the bed and snuggled into the mound of blankets and pillows you had lined up beside you as if there was company you were lying beside. You laid your head on their fake chest and swung your leg over them and pretended like it was a rainy day out and you were staying in bed with your handsome mystery lover.

That was an experience you never lived but you read about in books and seen in movies and that pretend sentimental affection was something that kept you going. And you tried to ignore the fact the faceless lover would become Ransom and quickly reimagine him to look like a celebrity crush.

Something about him being disappointed in you filled your throat with bile like you were being grounded for a bad grade. He’s done so much for you and this is how you repay-

Shut the fuck up. Shut up shut up shut up shut up.

You bolted up in bed from your drowsy game of pretend to ream yourself for the pitiful disgusting thoughts. Never think of him like that. He bought you, he could’ve let you go, he could’ve called the police, he could’ve gotten help.

Your fingers laced through your unkept hair scratching at your scalp with your palms to your eyes. Jesus Christ you needed help.

You forced yourself to lay back down and wrap yourself back in the cocoon of your pillow partner and resumed pretending like it was a cute actor from a superhero franchise who was hotter than he was good at acting.

///

With your clock gone and no sign of sunlight you had no clue how long you slept. Maybe a few hours, maybe 10. You only knew when night came by the treats left for you.

You shuffled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes to see the care package he left behind in your slumber. New bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a bath bomb all tucked inside.

You carried the new toiletries to the bathroom before moving the jars of water you had stored inside the tub and turning on the rickety faucet, brushing your hand across to feel the warming temperature. You shed your clothes and you wondered if Ransom was watching. He said he didn’t have any camera facing the corner of the bathroom with the toilet and bath but by now it’d be stupid to trust anything he said. If he wanted to watch you shit and shower then that’s his gross decision.

As you stripped you still gave him a bit of a show, something that would hopefully get him to crack and face you. The bath bomb he left fizzled a soft purple hue, tinting the water with it. You rolled the dissolving ball around your hands, enjoying the tickling sensation and lavender aroma.

You kept your bathing routine as normal, adding some pornographic flares to attract him. Spreading the white sudsy soap across your breasts, rubbing it in as if you could cum from that alone. Lifting your leg high to brush the soapy loofah down your shin, leaving all of your touches slow and delicate.

After you drained the tub and dried off in front of the mirror where you knew at least one camera faced, taking your time to dry every inch of you off and wrap the towel loosely around your chest.

You were now determined to get him to finally break and come down here. You needed something, anything from him, and today was the day you were going to make sure he finally faced you.

The blow dryer rang next to your ears until you switched it off and began to do your makeup. Nothing heavy, light and natural, a simple ‘gee I had no idea you’d be coming down here and yet I still look seductive enough to fuck’.

A part of you cringed at your desperation but right now he could come down here, spit in your face, and go back up stairs and you’d be happy with even that little of human interaction.

Dropping your towel onto bathroom floor you waltzed in the nude to your bedroom in your closet you had spent the previous night laying on the floor in and having a mental breakdown.

You grabbed a simple silk slip nightgown opting out of a bra and just sticking to lacy panties. You kept your facade of accidentally being prepared to get fucked.

What were you doing?

Shaking your head and looking over yourself in the mirror posted in your room. You were parading yourself around just praying that he happened to be watching the cameras and he’d happen to be horny enough he’d finally come down here and free your touch starved condition. At this point it could be anyone coming down those steps to touch you as little or as much as they want and you’d thank them for it. You’d been so deprived of human interaction you didn’t care what it took. You gave yourself a timer similar to the 100 days he first gave you, except when yours was up you’d swallow the handful of sedatives tucked under your mattress you’d managed to hide before Ransom took them away.

Your movements remained delicate and smooth like a cat on a windowsill as you made your way to the common area to the refrigerator to get some cool water on your tongue and settle your shame.

The sudden sound of the basement door being unlocked made you gasp and drop your water. “Shit,” you grunted to yourself, grabbing a hand towel and dropping to your knees to clean up the mess.

“Aw,” the familiar yet unexpected voice cooed. “It’s like you knew I was coming so you got on your knees.”

As if the water was icy enough, Steve’s voice was a shock through your nervous system. “Scared me…dropped my water.” Your voice was thin from days of being out of commission.

Ransom followed behind him, swiftly locking the door after they were both in.

Steve walked and stood over you with a bouquet of pink roses in hand and what looked like a gift bag. His hair was neatly gelled over with a tight button up black shirt on.

He extended his other hand out to you to help you stand. “Don’t you look like a doll and you’re not even aware of what I’ve had planned for you.”

Your lips pinched in disgusted fear as you looked to Ransom, who was silent for the first time in his life, looking at you with already guilty eyes. But anger was rising behind his irises and although he was going to feel bad for you he was still gonna enjoy watching.

Steve pressed a kiss to your lips as you stayed staring silently at Ransom. “Now, I haven’t seen you in a while. You can kiss me better than that, princess.”

You looked back over to Steve, wrapping an arm over his shoulder to stand on your tiptoes to press a deep kiss to his lips. You prayed your affection would lessen the blow of whatever he was planning.

“There’s my girl,” Steve grinned as the two of you parted. “Brought you some stuff,” he walked to the kitchen counter laying the flowers on their sides and moving the a container from the bag he had brought into the fridge.

“Thank you, Steve.” Your voice was unsteady as you stared at Ransom while Steve’s back was to the two of you. The bags under his eyes were noticeable and his face expressed guilt before the party even started. When Steve turned back around after closing the fridge Ransom’s eyes left yours and his expression changed as he faced Steve. Anger, excitement for revenge and punishment. This is it, you told yourself. He send Steve to torture and kill me because he’s not man enough to do it on his own. Fucking coward

“Now, now sweet girl.” Steve quickly pulled you to him, your back against his chest with his chin against your ear, his devilish hands roaming your curves as if to refimilairize himself with them. “Ransom here told me you’ve been a bad girl. Is that right?”

A shaking nod was all you could muster up as his hardened breathing echoed in your ear. “I’m sorry, Angel. If only Ransom would’ve grew some balls your little attitude problem would’ve been gone much longer ago.”

“R-Ransom is good to me,” you stuttered, feeling as if you were at gunpoint. “I just got scared, I shouldn’t have done that. I regret it, I don’t want this to happen.” Your confession was more or less bullshit but it’s been the closest you could get to pretending to apologize to Ransom. “Steve, I don’t want to be the only time I see you to be punished. I don’t want to feel like I’m in trouble everytime I see you.” You were always disgusted by Steve but as Pavlos Dog you only associated his visits with pain.

“I know baby, but once we get this outta the way you’ll see me so much more and as long as you behave I won’t need to keep you in line. I have a feeling this time is gonna be different.” His nails dug into your thighs, pulling at the silk nightgown that was surely too expensive for you to ever afford. “So you must pay for your sins if you really want forgiveness, angel.”

The silk sultry dress ripped down the center and a gasp left your lips. Lust filled Ransom’s eyes as you never left his gaze even with the devil on your shoulder. Except he wanted to be the one ripping that nightgown off your smooth skin and bruising you the way Steve was planning to. Ransom had twisted desires but none in comparison to Steve.

“Now, Ransom, I think it’s time for you to go.” Steve pulled to shredded fabric from your skin and the cold basement air prickled your skin.

His jaw clenched as he watched your face become painted in terror. “He’s just too easy on you baby. How are you gonna learn if he’s babying you the entire time? He’ll be back but I know he unfortunately has a soft spot for you and your pretty tears so he’ll come back when all the hard work is finished. So be a good girl and get on your knees.”

You fought the urge to break down into tears as you subcame to his wish, kneeling to the carpet while Steve returned to the bag he left on the kitchen counter. You looked once more to Ransom before he left, silently praying he’d stop whatever was about to happen but he stared at your nude body from under your shredded dress before leaving the basement.

///

You weren’t sure how much time had passed as sobs left you as you stared at the faint pin point in the wall you created for yourself as an anchor as you tried to keep yourself steady.

An unexpected tool from Steve’s never ending bag of wonders was a bag of uncooked rice. His teeth tore the packaging open before dumping most of it onto the linoleum side of the kitchen. “Here,” he snapped his fingers at you like a dog. “Crawl.”

Hesitantly your left your kneel and crawled on your hands and knees to him. As the hardened rice imbedded themselves into your palms and knees you quickly cried out in pain. “On your knees, face the wall.” He ordered. “Hands behind your back.”

It felt more like you were being barked at by the police. Cracked gasps off pain left you as you maneuvered yourself in the way of his direction. The grains of rice felt like broken glass on your knees and shins as he had you trying to remain balanced with your hands behind your back.

Tears clouded your eyes as he sat on the couch parallel with a foot resting on the edge of the coffee table. “If you fall, we start over. Do you understand?”

“Yes…sir…” you tried to force yourself to breathe but it felt useless.

Steve looked down on you from his perch like he was at a zoo gawking over an animal that will never leave the confines of a glass cage and will never know the real world or the joys of freedom.

The grains of rice sliced into your knees and you felt like they were piles of hot broken glass as you tried to keep your hands behind your back and stay upright. Time stood still and it felt like you were in this purgatory for ten hours but really it had only been 30 minutes. You sobbed like a widowed bride, how something as little as a grain of rice on linoleum tile being embedded into your skin could be one of the most painful things you’ve ever felt. You preferred Ransom’s cold shoulder and isolation tactics over Steve’s torture.

You remembered being told about this old school punishment tactic that remained out of date for a reason after a fight you got in with your mom. “When I mouthed off to my mom she used to make me kneel on grains of rice, that’s how I got these scars on my knee.” You remember telling yourself your mom was just being dramatic and it couldn’t have been that bad, it’s just rice. If you ever see your mother again you’re going to tell you that you’re sorry for doubting the pain of this punishment.

Your vision so blurred from tears that you could barely register Steve’s movement as he leaned over the side of the couch and pulled a newspaper out of his bag.

“You see that, sweetheart?” Steve’s legs swept from the table to the floor beckoning you to lean forward as he unfolded the newspaper.

You looked up to the page he held out to you to see. “Read it out loud.”

“No…” you whispered as you saw the photo of yourself staring back.

“Read it. Out. Loud.” Steve ordered, his hand gripping onto the paper like he was filled with unbridled joy. .

“Search for missing college girl called off…” it felt like your heart had plummeted to the bottom of the earth. Steve nodded for you to continue. “Disfigured female body found in woods, twenty miles from the bar where she was last seen. Although there is no conclusive DNA match, they believe articles of her clothing were found at the scene. But as winter is beginning, the official search shall continue in the spring…for her body.”

It was a dystopian feeling. Reading about how the people rescuing you, your only hope in surviving, were giving up. They were no longer looking for you, they were so close you could taste it, but they turned their life boats around and there was no screaming for rescue. They didn’t believe you were alive, it wouldn’t make sense for them to. You wouldn’t have been kept alive for this long, and if you did escape you wouldn’t survive in the woods during the winter. It was now a search for what remained.

“That wasn’t even my doing, isn’t that crazy?” Steve chuckled, folding the paper back up and tossing it beside him. “Probably just some rotted hooker and they’re getting the heat on them to close the case. They found their scapegoat alright, and that means no one will be looking for you. They have been searching for months and yet they never got close, that must be so embarrassing.”

Your mind raced like a hamster in its wheel as you tried to ignore the idea of another victim going unsolved due to the police getting tired of wasting their resources and time. When you saw the police sketch of Steve in Ransom’s parent’s kitchen you really thought there was a chance, but it was only a lie to yourself. The picture was a generic middle aged handsome white man, one that probably couldn’t be picked particularly out of a line up.

“Know just how easy you have it.” He stood from the couch above you. “There’s someone else in the world out there who would’ve left your body to be eaten by animals in the woods.”

“I know…” you grimaced in pain. “I’ll never try to be bad again. Please…hurts so badly.”

After what felt like centuries your eyes remained so flooded with tears you couldn’t see him in front of you, only just the vague shape of his shadow. “Ready to be good?”

“Please!” You cried. With a push on your shoulder that felt light as a gust of wind you fell to the rice free side of the floor, sprawled along the lined boarder where the linoleum kitchen tiles separated into the carpet, the lower half of you against the cold smooth surface and the top half on the scratchy carpet. Steve scooped you in his arms while you were limp and easy to manipulate over his shoulder.

The blood was quick to rush to your head when you were kept over his shoulder like a heavy sack of flour. “I think you’ve had enough of that one, haven’t you? I was getting a bit bored.” You’d roll your eyes if you had any energy left in you. You weren’t sure how long you knelt under his watch, it felt like years.

Steve tossed you on the bed so nonchalantly before stepping back out to fetch his bag of horrifying mystery. Your eyes were quick to flutter shut. You were too drained and the thought of seeing Ransom after this filled you with both relief and anger. Steve was right, for being a kidnapper he was too soft on you and you were banking on the softness of his wannabe heart to save you. Unlike Steve, Ransom wanted to be human but there would always be a black hole inside of him. And Steve was right, now they will never find you, they never would’ve been anyway.

A bundle of red nylon rope bounced on the bed beside you where Steve tossed it. “I did bring rope, I miss seeing you tied up for me. But I think you’re smart enough to not try to put up a fight. You’re a dumb cunt but I do love beating into submission. I don't plan on stopping just yet. I still have so much planned for us.”

The tip of your nose burned as you started to cry again but you aren’t sure you ever stopped in the first place. If there was any makeup left on your face it was gone by now. You could feel it dried and flaking against your skin, surely you looked crazy but your appearance was the last of your cares, you hoped you looked like shit for him.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Steve tugged at your hair enough to force you to open your eyes to look into the face of the devil. “As long as you behave I’ll only tie your wrists instead of tying you completely to the bed. Now, are you gonna be a good girl for daddy or are you gonna be a bad little slut?”

You nodded barely moving your head.

“Say it.” Steve demanded with a hissing tongue.

“I’ll behave for daddy, I’ll be a good girl.” As much as it burned it felt nice to say anything that wasn’t a pleading sob but you hated the words that came from your mouth.

“Look at you, you’re taking your punishment so well. Maybe I’ll consider a lesser sentence but I wouldn’t count on it, Angel.” He mockingly cooed before motioning for you to sit up.

“Thank you, daddy.” You kept your wrists together and raised them for him to tie. Your voice was broken but you knew what he wanted to hear.

“Atta’ girl,” he smiled, unraveling the rope before twisting it entricantly around your wrists binding them together. “You really are my Angel, ya know? Ever since I trapped you in that basement you’re all I think about. You’re the only girl who I haven’t fantasized about murdering in quite sometime. You may misbehave but what Angel would be compliant with the devil? I’ve truly enjoyed breaking you and I’ll never stop.”

The confession was so heartfelt and genuine that it was one of the most terrifying things he ever said to you because he wasn’t meaning it metaphorically. He had planned on killing you to begin with. And you know he saw you as angelic and innocent for him to taint with his bloody hands.

Your chest erupted into a sob that you could no longer push back. The built up days of isolation and pain taking you apart more by the minute.

“Aw sweetheart,” Steve awed, kneeling beside the bed in front of you. “Such a pretty angel for me, isn’t that right? Crying those pretty angel tears that make my cock so fucking hard.”

He stood back up, grabbing your chin to look up at him before he bent over and licked the tear slick trail on the side of your face. If you had the energy to be grossed out you would.

He pulled away and grabbed another trinket from him bag: a Polaroid camera. “Wanna keep you like this always, even years from now surely you’ll be dead soon but I’ll always have these pictures. Like a time capsule I’ll keep you trapped inside off.”

What was it about psychos and Polaroid cameras? Are serial killers keeping them still in business?

You looked up at him, your facial expression remaining dull and dead even after the flash went off.

Click. Flash.

You grimaced at the aggressive flash of bright white light with pursed cracked lips.

The photo printed and floated to the floor with the other one before taking another photo.

Click. Flash.

“Show me your teeth.” Steve directed.

Hesitantly you have a wide toothy grin with a fake smile as large as you could make it till your cheeks hurt.

Click. Flash.

Steve’s other hand elongated to your jaw, his experienced fingers brushing across your chapped lips and against your front teeth. He wrapped his fingers around the corner of your mouth, fish hooking and forcing your mouth to raise even higher up your cheeks than you thought the muscle was capable of.

Click. Flash.

“Open,” he commanded and you hesitantly opened your mouth. “Wider…”

As if you were at the dentist you opened your mouth as wide as you could. “Wider…” you could only whimper in response knowing if you’d tried to speak it’d be entirely unintelligible. He sighed with disappointment before placing his hand on your bottom teeth and under your jaw before stretching it down. You cried out from the tight pain until he took the photo and released your chin.

Click. Flash.

Steve set the camera on the bed and slid the developing photos across the carpet with the toe of his shoe.

You clasped your mouth tightly shut, trying to regain feeling in your cheeks until Steve pushed you back laying on the bed.

Steve’s fingers were still wet with your spit as they traveled down your chest and stomach past your hips and to your inner thigh. His knuckles gently brushed over the warmth between your legs, teasingly moving back and forth across the skin as prominent goosebumps formed in their trail. “Hands above your head, spread your legs wider, feet on the edge of the bed. Display yourself to me.”

You tried to follow his fast orders, laying your raw and bound wrists above your head before spreading your legs wider and placing your feet on the edge, displaying you as if you were getting your yearly exam at the obgyn.

You hadn’t even noticed he had picked his camera back up until the flash beamed across your face sending your eyes wide open only to see him leaned lower to photograph your soon to be abused warmth. “Not to sound like such a plastic surgeon but I really want some before and after pictures of how wet and delicate your pretty cunt is before I stretch it out.”

You tilted your head to the side toward the door, imagining an impossible scenario of you simply getting up and walking out. Knowing the mystery code and locking him down here to die.

Steve gawked over you tied to the bed. His callused bare knuckles brushing over your smooth skin leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. He slowly slid his fingers to your hip bone. His touch became heavier as he moved closer and closer to your spread thighs.

“You know, the human body is quite a magical thing.” He quipped, caressing against your inner thigh, so close to where he was planning to be once he’d decide he’d had enough fun tormenting you. “Especially the female anatomy…it’s just so fascinating.”

You wanted to attempt to shut your legs but you knew better than to think you could stop him. Steve’s expert fingers were quick to tease your clit. “Your body creates human life, it’s what you’re destined to do.”

You jolted as his fingers orchestrated your body perfectly. Between the pain on your knees and the terror of the man brought you, the arousal he was creating was the next most extreme thing your brain could move onto and betray you with. “You’re so tight, no matter how many times Ransom or I have fucked you. Well I don’t need to be told to know he’s not fucking you as much as he should. As much as I should be, instead of him.”

A small gasp left your lips as his three fingers slid between your lips one by one and were fast to enter you. “And your beautiful body creates a human being, and grows itself for it, because you’re made to do it. And by the Grace of God you eventually push that little baby from your womb and become its mother.”

Steve’s touch was quick to stroke the textured spot deep inside that made your eyes water and abdomen tense before adding a fourth finger. “And then just a couple weeks later it’s back to its normal tight little size as if nothing happened, and then you’re ready to be bred again.”

“I know I’m a bad bad man,” Steve’s smirk was condescending as he watched you wrathing below his hold. “But no one blames God for the circle of life. I kill, yes, but I like to think I make room for new life. Smarter people, who wouldn’t get in the car with a complete stranger.”

Your nails dug into your palms as you tried to fight the impending orgasm he was bringing you to. “Although I had plans to kill you, fate decided otherwise. Because I’m going to breed your little cunt and you’re gonna fucking beg me to. You’re going to beg to be filled or else I won’t let you cum, and you’re so close aren’t you?”

Whimpering, you nodded, breathlessly trying to not succumb to him.

“Beg me.” His tone hardened. “Beg me to breed you. Beg me to fill you up over and over again.”

“B-Breed me,” you cried through grit teeth. “Please breed me, Steve.”

“Sweetheart you can do better than that.” He cooed as if he didn’t nearly have his fist inside of you fucking you with the intensity of a jackhammer.

“Please fill me.” The whine in your voice became more drawn out as you were on the brink of cumming for him. “Please breed me, daddy. Please cum in me, please daddy.”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He commanded, proud of your efforts. “I can feel how badly you need it, you’re so pent up baby. Make me proud, cum on my fingers. Cum for daddy.”

A strangled cry left your lips with an arch of your back as you came on his fast working fingers. The knowing that they were the same fingers that killed so many, that planned to kill you, that he’d saved lives with in his early days as a surgeon, wasn’t lost on you.

“Fuck, baby look at the mess you made for me.” You whimpered as he retreated his fingers to show you the glistening of your release covering his hand. “Clean it up for me, won’t you sweetheart?”

Steve forced his hand to your lips and you hesitantly licked your cum off his fingers. “You act all big and tough but at the end of the day you need to be taken care of, you need to be guided and told what to do.”

Hesitantly he pulled his fingers from your lips and the clicking of his belt becoming undone followed shortly but his eyes never left yours. “I have big plans for you today, Angel.”

A shiver coaxed over your skin like stepping out into the cold rain at his ominous second hand threats as he undressed himself for what felt like eternity.

The bed faintly creaked as he moved closer and in between your legs. “Missed this pussy.” He slid his cock between your folds and stroked over your still sensitive clit for a moment before slowly entering you. “Fuck, angel.”

He gave you no time to adjust to his intrusion before drawing his hips back to fuck you. A groan of pain left your chest of one of pleasure left his. “Your little cunt is meant to do this. Your only purpose in life is to milk cocks dry over and over again and fill your womb.” You dug your nails in the palm of your restrained hands above your head.

Steve maneuvered your legs over his shoulders, spreading yourself wider for him as his hands groped your body. “Love watching these tits bounce when I fuck you.”

You shut your eyes with a breathless moan as he pounded against your gspot. You wanted to keep them closed forever and never have to look at him but he’d never allow that.

His hands wrapping around your throat drew your eyes open like a splash of cold water. “You’re so weak beneath me, you couldn’t stop me if you tried.”

You whimpered in terror, your hands encasing his as they tightened around your neck. “You can only breathe if I let you, your life is dependent on me. Only I decide whether you live or die. I’m your fucking judge, jury, and executioner.”

You wreathed before him as your breathing became more hollow and the blood rushed to your ears. You wondered if Ransom was going to let him kill you down here. You wondered if that was the plan all along.

Steve’s thrusts haulted before letting go of your throat. “Actually, I want you to try to stop me.” He ordered as you gasped for air. “Show me how big and strong you are and I’ll let you go, hell, I’ll let you walk out that front door.”

You hesitantly shook your head, you knew better than to attempt to fall for the oblivious trap he was setting as a way to get off. “Cmon, fight me sweetheart. I want you to get away. Fucking do your worst.”

Your tied wrists left their frozen position from above your head and slammed down pathetically on his chest, barely even moving him as the energy was drained from you entirely. “Harder.” He ordered and you hit his sweat dampened chest with a loud thump. “Harder, cmon, you know you can do it.”

This time when you wailed your hands down on his chest you dug your brittle nails across his chest, a hiss leaving his lips.

Steve quickly consumed your hands and returned them back above your head on the bed. “Mmm, there’s that fight I love so much.” He smiled while beads of blood formed in the path your nails left.

“Fuck,” you gasped as he began thrusting back into you, the strong force jolting the headboard against the wall.

“You know what, angel? You’re just as sick and twisted as I am.” He slid his hand between the two of you and began to strum over your clit. “You’re so fucked in the head, you poor little thing. You got that evil inside you, just waiting to come out. That’s why you’re so god damn perfect for me.”

“No,” you shook your head both in a plea and rejection. “Not like you.”

“Aw, yes you are.” He taunted. “Ransom could never handle you, he’s not like us. You need someone as fucked up, you need me, I’m your perfect match.”

Your head flipped side to side as you tried to fight the impending orgasm building inside you.

“You’re a little killer, just like me. You just haven’t had the chance yet. I can’t wait for you to feel that fucking rush, the way it’ll make your cunt throb. And I’ll fuck the daylights out of you, so proud of you, my little killer.”

“No,” you pled as your knees grew weak and your head threw back. “S-Stop…”

“Gonna breed your crazy cunt.” Steve smiled, you could feel him teetering on release himself. “Gonna fill you with babies who will probably be just as fucking crazy. It’s your destiny to carry my offspring, do you understand?” His other hand wrapped back around your throat. “Say it and you can cum.”

“My destiny…” you felt an electric current begin to short circuit inside of you. “For you to breed me, you evil bastard.”

“Such a good girl for me,” Steve’s hand squeezed tighter. “Cum for me little killer, show me your worst.”

A strangle scream left your throat as you came below him, a ringing filling your ears as his own orgasm followed shortly behind with a series of grunting curses punctuating his release before letting go of your neck.

Your vision blurred with a pounding in your ears as you felt Steve remove himself for you. “So perfect for me, Angel. I can’t wait till I get to take out your birth control, I’m going to make sure I impregnate you before Ransom gets the chance.”

You grimaced at the thought of carrying his child as he cleaned himself off with the balled up tangled sheets at the edge of your bed not bothering to help you before leaving into the other room.

Curling in on yourself you stayed frozen in the bed; sore, disgusted, ashamed. As gleeful you were to see another human you didn’t wish for this. You didn’t wish for any of this.

Steve was right; he was the devil.

You can’t recall a time in your life with faith on your side. Sometimes you wish you had that blind faith that created a safe haven for what’s in the great beyond, but it was hard to worship a God who would do something like this to you; to anyone. But if there was one thing you learned in your life it was that Steve was truly the devil, an indestructible evil that can’t be stopped at the hands of the mortal.

You listen to his scurry about in the other room but couldn’t see through the door he left half open, as if you were a child he just put to bed. Your eyes were heavy as they searched the room but not bothering to move your head, you needed something heavy and mobile. You contemplated killing Steve, coming up behind him bashing him over the head, doing the world a favor and bringing down a man who’s atrocities had yet to be stopped. If you missed he’d probably kill you first but either way you’d get what you wanted. But you’d be the killer he saw in you.

//

You didn’t know you fell asleep until a soft caress brushed against your face till your eyes grew strong enough to open. Ransom’s brow was furrowed as he looked at you as if you’d been lost for days. “Hey, angel.” His voice was soft as you leaned further towards his touch.

“Don’t go,” you muttered, your throat hoarse from abuse.

“Not leaving you ever again,” he nodded. “You learned your lesson.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried into his affection, just happy to see another living person who wasn’t Steve.

In reality you weren’t sorry for trying to escape, you were sorry you gave up so easily when freedom was at your fingertips. You were sorry for not being stronger. You were sorry you couldn’t beat them, kill them, or stop them like you had promised.

“Aw, now don’t tell me you’re going soft on her already.” Steve scoffed from the door frame, shirtless with his slacks still unzipped and belt undone, his chest with the faint scratch marks that faintly drew blood exposed. “I just have one more thing in store for you.” He turned back around and returned to his bag of horrors you could only faintly see through the cracked door.

“Steve, I don’t think anything else necessary.” Ransom called out, one hand still holding your face as you refused to let him go. Hands that were too soft and never did a day of hard work in his life.

“It’s a treat, she behaved so well.” He came back in with a small food box, the kind you’d see in bakeries to show off a beautiful cake with thick icing that melted on your tongue. “Sit up.” Steve commanded with a firmness in his voice that he hadn’t used for Ransom. Ransom let go of your cheek and stepped aside, rotating around the room to stand at the door while Steve took up his spot at your bedside.

Holding the sheet to your chest you sat up in the bed, feeling exposed despite being in the room with the two men who had torn you apart time and time again.

Stabbing the fork into the mystery in the food box he displayed a cut of seared meat that resembled an expensive steak. “Open your mouth.” He grinned.

“I want you to taste what could’ve happened to you.”

Your stomach twisted as you cupped a hand over your mouth, in both terror and protection. “That’s not-“

“Say ahh,” he cooed as he tossed the box on your bedside table, the fork gripped tightly in his fist.

“That’s not necessary-“ Ransom chimed in.

“Shut the fuck up!” Steve yelled, the vein in his forehead protruding with anger, not bothering to look back at him only just peering into your soul like he was ready to watch it crack. “Open your fucking mouth, before I break your jaw sweetheart.”

You shook your head, frozen in time the way you remember seeing Finn. “I saved this slab special for you.” With his free hand he latched around your wrist yanking it from your mouth with the strength similar to a superhuman. “Remember your friend? Sarah?”

“Stop!” You screamed trying to pry yourself free. Steve placed the handle of the silverware between his teeth before pushing you flat, and straddled over you again, his knees weighing against your arms restraining them. You wrestled below him, your mouth drawn together so tight you thought your teeth were going to puncture through the skin.

With his hands free as his knees kept you in place, he pinched your nose shut as you violently tossed and turned your head back and forth. “The only way you’re going to breathe is by opening that bitch mouth of yours.”

Your lungs burned out quickly, the meat nearly pressed to your mouth, waiting to poison you with the meal he had prepared for you with great detail.

Oxygen depravity made your ears pop and vision grow blurry as you felt your heart thump with every beat like a clap of thunder in the woods.

You tried to look for Ransom through the tangling of your limbs, silently screaming for help. It was like you couldn’t hear anything other than sharp ringing like a nail on a chalkboard, you watched his lips move, but it felt like it was all in slow motion but you knew it was happening at super speed.

Ransom latched onto Steve’s shoulder, throwing him to the floor like a rag doll and the breath you finally took was deep as if you’d never get a chance to breathe air again. Your arms were already casting a dark bruising where he knelt on them to hold you down.

“Drysdale!” Steve screamed as if his voice was a message from the Gods.

Your lungs burned as you tried to take in oxygen, each raspy attempt punctuated with a coughing fit. But nothing silenced a room more than seeing Ransom reach to his back and pull a gun that was hidden on waistband.

“Stay. The fuck. Down.” Ransom’s body drew stiffer than you had seen, a wave washed over him and created a new person, one you had yet to meet.

“You’d never do it,” Steve laughed, slowly hoisting himself up. “You’re a fucking pussy, that’s nothing more than a play pretend toy to you. Pansy ass mommas boy.”

The thick sound of a gunshot echoed through the chamber of the basement like a music hall. You clutched your hands over your ears with the drop of your jaw.

“Get. Out. Now. Consider this your only warning.” Ransom commanded through grit teeth standing above Steve who had curled in on himself at the bullet that came flying past his head. “Unless you want the next bullet to not be a little too much on the left, you need to get out and never fucking come back.”

Despite having just been shot at, Steve pretended to be calm, as if he wasn’t shaking and his ears weren’t ringing like the rest of yours. “Consider me gone,” he raised his hands in surrender he didn’t mean, grabbing the box from the night stand. “Just trying to make sure my girl gets some good meat in her somehow.”

Steve looked down to you quaking in the bed, the sheet readjusted glued to your chest. His expression was similar to one of a coyote chasing a rabbit through the dark. Like you were his prey. His hollow eyes never left yours as he took a bite of the steak, juices of marinade rolling down his wrist.

No snarky come back was needed when he watched over you and ate the human being who you barely knew and yet became so attached to. You knew she had died long ago, it was naive to think otherwise, but now you knew for certain that Sarah was dead. You never knew what Sarah looked like, you never would, but you knew what was left of her body looked like. Steve called her a slab of meat, because that was all that was left. Her life disintegrating like oil on a hot pan.

“I’ll see ya’ angel,” he nodded before being led out of the room at Ransom’s gun point. “And Drysdale, I expect your balance to be paid on her by tomorrow evening or else I’ll come back here and make you watch me kill her and fucking eat her.”

You could feel your skin burn all at once like a heat wave as the procession of beeps and doors slamming at Steve’s exit but it was nothing but TV static. In the corner of your eye you spotted the stray fork with a chunk of your dead mystery friend and you were quick to keel over and reenact The Exorcist.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Ransom returned to the room, tucking his gun in his waistband like a wannabe cowboy who comes and saves the town from the big bad villain. “I didn’t know, God I didn’t know.”

In shock and anger you could only look at what just expelled from you on the once pristine sheets. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as he wiped up your face. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Ransom lifted you gently like you were made of glass, and at that moment you were made of glass. Glass under tons and tons of heavy pressure on the brink of shattering.

The ringing from the gunfire never left your ears as you disassociated so deeply you had barely registered him carrying you to the bathroom and getting you in the bathtub. Your mind ran so fast that it felt like nothing at all. Like if you stick your hand in a rushing current of a creek you and feel it all flow with power, the bubbling of the fast pace where they meet. And yet if you pull your hand out your hand was just wet, as if you had stuck your hand in still water instead.

“She’s still on the floor.” Was the first thing you could say, you aren’t sure how much time had passed but the way the water was starting to cool it had likely been a bit. “The piece of her, it’s on the floor.” Your throat burned.

“I’ll take care of it,” he nodded, standing up from kneeling beside the tub. “Just stay here, I’ll take care of it.”

You wanted to say, where else would I go? But it felt too soon for sarcasm.

“Don’t throw her away down here.” You said before he stepped out. “Don’t throw it away in the trash down here, just…take it upstairs.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have done that down here.” He replied. And like the way water rushes through a river he was gone and you stayed like you were cemented to the tub.

A part of you was relieved to know Sarah was real. Hallucinations were expected when taken off your medicine, you just weren’t sure how soon they came. At least you know she was real, what her fate was, you’re not sure if that was better than never finding out. Her story would now only live through me, though my words, if I would ever actually get the chance to leave the basement, I won’t stop speaking of her, because I am what is left of her existence.

It was surreal knowing the only thing between you and Sarah was the fact Ransom heard you scream and you peaked his sick interest. If that hadn’t happened you’d be cut down bit by bit like an old car stripped for parts. A slab of meat.

They were no longer looking for you. To read the words aloud that you’ve just about been declared dead while you’re still alive made you feel like you were drowning and the lifeboat was too far away. I’m still here.

The police were so eager to give answers and to look like mighty fucking heroes that they just assumed it was you with so little evidence. Steve was right, he wasn’t the only sick and twisted person in the world, that I could’ve gotten in that guys car instead and ended up really dead in the woods. Now the closure to the family of whoever that really is will never be given because they will never know that you were alive this whole time.

She was just another girl who trusted the wrong man and paid her life for it. That could’ve been you, she could’ve been you, that there wasn’t just one monster in the world, that there was more alike in such close proximity. Will her killer ever be caught now? No one was looking for her so no one was looking for him.

You had only noticed that you’d been moved from the water as a soft towel had been wrapped around your shivering body and Ransom’s body heat had begun to bring you back to life. When you had snapped back into reality you found yourself lying curled up in Ransom’s rocking arms on the now stripped bed in just a towel.

You pushed against him and stood to your feet with no resistance. “You’re…a fucking monster.” You had begun to cry and yet you still hadn’t looked him in the face since Steve was here. “You knew what he was going to do.”

“I know,” he tried to stand, his words hollow. “I know I did and I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Stay where you fucking are!” You yelled, gripping the towel to you. “You asked him to hurt me, you asked him to do this.”

“I didn’t ask him to do that.” he raised his hands in defeat, kneeling to the floor like he was being arrested. “I swear to God I didn’t ask him to do this, I didn’t call him.”

“You sat watching your fucking cameras while he tortured me, he made me read to him about how no one is looking for me.” You thought about kicking him in his stupid fucking face. “You sat in whatever dark fucking hole you go to when you watch your sick fucking cameras like I’m some god damn tv show.”

“I know, I know.” His voice was broken but it was hard for you to feel any sort of sorry for him. “I swear to God, I didn’t fucking call him, I didn’t fucking ask him to do this, I didn’t know about Sarah, I didn’t know about your friend.”

“So who fucking called him?” You scoffed. “He just get a hankering for torture and you let him come right down like he was going to the fucking circus or something?”

“Someone in my family must’ve called him.” Ransom shook his head. “Someone in my family must’ve called him and told him what happened, and that you needed to be punished because I couldn’t do it. I grew too soft, I just want you to be happy here.”

“Why would your grandfather call Steve if he’s been the one helping you pay to keep me alive? Did he just want first dibs on whatever piece he wanted to eat?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know if it was him or someone else, but I’m so sorry and I’ll make sure you never have to see him again.”

“Is it true, what he said?” You refused to look him in the eye still, only at your feet or at the spot in the wall you’ve stared at a thousand times when you couldn’t fall asleep. “There’s a balance on my head? That he can come take me whenever he wants?”

“I’d never let him do that.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah? And what would you do, Ransom? Would you wave your gun around and threaten him some more?”

“He’s never going to see you again.” Ransom had slowly begun to stand to his feet like the passionate feeling of his words was bringing him to life. “I’d burn this place to the ground and we’d leave in the middle of the night, go where not him, or anyone could find us.”

You could only laugh at his stupidity and broken promises, you were too exhausted to play into his delusions like you often do.

“Look at me,” Ransom demanded, grabbing you by the jaw to look him in his bloodshot eyes for the first time in what felt like years. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’d burn down everything I own and never speak to my family again for you. I’d kill for you if you asked me to.”

“I have never felt this way about another human being before, fuck, I never thought this feeling was possible but it is. You own ever bit of me just as much as I own you and so help me god I will fucking kill that man, I should’ve fucking killed him for just for touching you but I do not want you to witness more violence and death than you have. I want you to live a happy, comfortable life, I want to take care of you, I want-no I need you to feel my devotion to you.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until his thumb caressed your weeping tear from under your eye. “Do you mean it?”

“I could die a happy man knowing I’ve been gifted you in my life. The feeling of you the taste of you the sound of your voice even when you’re yelling at me that you hate me. All of it, all of you, I know you more than you realize and you know more of me than I’ve ever known myself. As long as I am alive I’m devoted to you.”

He jumped in surprise at the feeling of you kissing him. He was hesitant, cautious, scared of scaring you off. “I don’t want to push you and make you feel like you need to do this, it’s been a long day we can wait.”

“I know,” you pulled away breathlessly. “I need to forget everything about him, I need to feel you, need you in me till you’re all I can think of.”

Ransom groaned against your lips before yanking you into his arms, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist.

His touch was heavy like you had never felt it, like he needed you or else he was going to die. He turned you and laid you gently on the bed. You began to fiddle with his belt buckle and he pulled your wrist away. “No; I just want to take care of you right now.”

“Please Ransom,” you whined against his lips. “I don’t want this to feel like a favor, I want this to feel like I’m being with all of you.”

“If that’s what you want anything for you, angel.” His lips left yours and traveled down your jaw and your neck where you knew he loved to be the most. “I can feel your pulse on my tongue and it’s driving me fucking crazy.”

Shallow breaths and bucking hips filled the room. His strong hands groping every part of you like he was trying to read a love poem in braille. With shaking over stimulated hands you pulled off his clothes, his skin warm with desire. As he assisted your wishes and helped you undress him, his cock was already hard, a bead of cum leaking from his tip.

“Need you so fucking badly,” he whined into your neck as he slid his fingers back and forth over your fast growing arousal. With his hip he guided your legs apart so he could feel you.

“Ran,” you gasped as his fingers pushed deep into you, contracting around him.

“Need to make you cum first,” Ransom left your neck and pressed his raw lips back to yours. “Squeezing me so good sweetheart such a good girl for me.”

You dug your nails into his back as the thin chain of mother Mary that never left his neck brushed against yours. “Gonna let me take care of you, princess? Gonna make such a mess for me aren’t you? My fingers aren’t going to stop fucking you till she’s crying for me.”

“Yes, daddy.” You moaned, your enthusiasm driving his thrusting fingers to curl exactly where you needed them. “Fuck.”

“Oh is that is, angel?” You could feel his obnoxious grin against your face. “That right where you need me? Is that where my little girl needs her daddy to keep fucking?”

A hiccuped moan left your lips as your head drew back. You reached for his cock between the two of you, your hand stroking against his throbbing length. “Oh no no, none of that baby, I didn’t say you could do that.” With one hand he gathered your wrists and restrained them loosely above your head. “Don’t you dare think about moving those hands, I know you’re gonna be my good girl and keep ‘em’ to yourself till I’m finished with you.”

“I’m sorry,” you whined as the impending burning grew inside of you. “Please, please don’t stop. Need your fingers in me, mine can’t do it like yours.”

Ransom cooed with pretend sympathy. “You poor thing, can’t even fuck your self right, need daddy to come and do it for you?” A cry left your lips as his words had you feeling weak in the knees. “She knows she's mine, that pretty little pussy. And you’re squeezing me so god damn right you’re about to cum, I can feel it, isn’t that right? You’ gonna cum for me, gonna make me proud.”

“Please,” your words were practically unintelligible. “Gonna cum, daddy-fuck.”

“Atta girl, make me proud, cum for me.” His fingers fucked into you at a relentless speed until something snapped deep inside you and he curled into his chest and the embarrassing sound of the mess between your legs felt like it echoed off the walls.

“Look at that pretty fuckin’ mess you made for me.” Ransom kissed your jaw as you came down from your high, his hand now soaked with your release, tenderly stroked between your thighs. Your hips bucked in sensitivity as his fingers passed over your clit. “So proud of you, such a good girl for me. Do you think you can take me tonight, sweetheart? Do you wanna wait a bit? Todays been a stressful day for you-“

“Shut up and fuck me,” you cut him off kissing his lips. “Need to feel you, only you, please.” You yanked him by the neck to sit beside you on the edge of the bed. You were quick to roll and straddle him his lap. “Please, Ransom. I don’t want to feel…him ever again, just want you.”

The two of yous lips barely left each other, only briefly parted for lustful words and praises and needed rushed breaths. This didn’t feel like anything you had ever experienced, never with Ransom. It felt like you couldn’t stop kissing him if you tried, that there was a new fire burning inside you that was being pulled to him like a magnet.

“You wanna ride me, sweetheart? Wanna be a big girl for me and ride me?” He taunted with his hand stroking your waist, trying to restrain himself from taking over. “Show me how bad you need me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

With a whimpering nod, too brain dead to form any real words you aligned him with yourself.

“God fucking damn,” Ransom groaned out with a his as you slid down his length. “That’s it, pretty girl, nice and slow.”

He held you close to him sitting upright as you began to ride him. The heavy breathing and warm skin between the two of you was all you could feel. Ransom wouldn’t leave any part of you, wrapping his arms around you, trying to keep you as close as possible as if your separation would be his death sentence.

“Feels’ so good,” you whined, your hips now beginning to move.

“Atta girl,” he grunted, restraint prevalent on his face. “Missed feeling you like this, fuck.”

Ransom met your thrusts down with him, silently begging for more but letting you be in charge. You needed it as badly as he needed you. You could feel his misguided devotion coursing through him.

“Never letting go of you. You got that, sweetheart?” He moved his hand to caress your hair, holding his lips just barely to yours. You whimpered against his lips, his heavy breathing beating on you. “Need you to say it, angel. I’m never gonna let you get away, mine forever, I fucking need you always.

“Need…you…too.” You whispered your lips ghosting over each other as sweat formed against you but he wouldn’t dare seperate from you if he could be any closer against you he would be. “Always yours.”

“Good girl, that’s right.” He beat his hips up to yours, the tell signs of his orgasm approaching with the way his voice became wines and his lips faintly separate. “Can’t help it, need to fuck you hard, need to cum deep in you, so god damn close.”

Ransom slammed your hips to his, the maneuver against your clit sending you over. He fucked into you like his life depended on it as he railed you through your orgasm. You were grateful at least he knew to take control as your brain began to shut off.

“Cum for me,” he grunted. “I’m gonna fill you…fuck…gonna cum deep inside…”

As the mind numbing orgasm road itself out you could feel him cumming deep inside you.

The heavy breathing between the two of you ricochet off of each other as you could feel his heart race over his chest. “Never letting you go. I always need you. No one’s ever going to touch you again… I belong to you and you belong to me…”

You nodded breathlessly. “I know.”

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The next morning felt like you were coming out of a deep hibernation. The sound of food being made in the other room and the smell gracing your senses with the fainted light from the other room peaking through the cracked bedroom door.

You wiped the dreaded sleep from your eyes as you rolled over to the side of the bed.

9:48

Your alarm clock had reappeared in the night. His olive branch of giving you back your sense of time.

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A/n: this was dark im sorry I know not everyone has the stomach for it. I don’t know for sure how I want this to end so I’ve been hesitant to post if I change my mind on a detail I had already posted. When Fresh first came out I made a post breaking down the religious symbolism throughout the movie and although it’s not required to read for the story, the points I make do reflect in the writing. Kneeling on grains of rice is an old punishment tactic, from my understanding it’s primarily used in the south but I’m sure it’s used everywhere.

References: I mention previously that the timer he gives her and that trope in general is based off the (1965) Collector. Her reading how the search for her was called off was inspired by the true events of the men’s soccer team that got stranded in the Andes mountains and then resorted to cannibalism. Her in the closet is reference to Handmaids Tale, which is a writing style I really take after of the restrained and dark internal dialogue.

Literally nobody asked for this but what about Toji folding you into a mean mating press so he can fuck you full of cum? Think about it…

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You’re not even sure how it got to this point—your plush thighs pressed to your chest, poor, drooling pussy stretched obscenely wide, and your pretty lips gaped in incredulity—all while Toji is unforgivingly pile driving into your sloppy hole over, and over, and over again, fucking you with his entire being, a fat thumb pressed to your ravaged clit. The deranged man has you in a fucking mating press.

“Talk to me, doll,” he’s muttering between the relentless batter of his hips, leaning down to kiss the corner of your wet, parted lips, his ears perking curiously at your choked sobs of rapture, “use your fuckin’ words n’ tell me you love my cock,” he’s so close, the tip of his large nose brushing yours, warm breath fanning your lips, “say it.”

“Nngh—love it… I love it—hah… love it s’muchhh!” Your eyes are crossing while you babble incoherently, sweet tongue lolling out as he fucks you into a stupid, drooling mess. “Love your c-cock s’much, Toji baby… always fuck me so good… s’fuckin’ good!” You’re slurring over yourself, only hoping that he’ll make sense of your broken jargon.

The dopey, languid grin that slowly mars his scarred lips is nothing short of sinful. Time and time again, he always manages to get you like this—so slutty, so mindless, so fucking stupid for cock, yet somehow, he thinks you look prettiest this way. Just like this. In fact, he wouldn’t have it any other way—have you any other way.

“Heh, yeaaah? You loveee takin’ all my fuckin’ cock, don’t you, baby?” His head is cocking to the right in query, the merciless thrust of his hips steadily bullying his fat cock deeper and deeper, the leaking, mushroom tip kissing your battered cervix. “Bet you’d die without it, huh? Can’t live without being fucked so deep like this every fucking day can you, baby?” He doesn’t miss the way you shake your head dumbly, lust-stricken eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head. A gruff, humorous chuckle slips past his lips as he admires your drunken mien. God, you’re such a pretty, fucked-out mess for him. “Always get so stupid for me, look at youuu… such a pretty, obedient girl for that cock. You’ll do anything I say, won’t you, doll?”

You nod, of course. There isn’t a line you wouldn’t cross for this man, a rule you wouldn’t break, a boundary you wouldn’t bend, because if there’s any word to sum you up faultlessly, it’s obedient. Yet, your obedience strays far beyond simple compliance and abidance. Instead, you’re somewhere else—somewhere so far gone, so depraved, that you’re positive you’re only a shell of your former self. Now, you’re something of Toji’s creation, his perfect, handcrafted slut whose only purpose is to take, and take, and take. But is there anything more fulfilling than being his good girl? More consummate than feeling like you belong? Like you’re good enough to be his? At what point does it become obsession? Does it even matter?

“Fuuuck, open that pretty mouth fa’me.” He demands, creeping a large, calloused hand allll the way up, up, up your tummy, past your kiss-bitten breasts, and toward your face to roughly squish your flushed cheeks, rudely forcing your mouth open. “Wider, doll… say ahhh.” Not a second thought passes as you nearly unhinge your jaw for him, lolling out your tongue, waiting patiently for whatever he’s willing to give.

Toji begins gathering saliva in his mouth before leaning closer, puckering his scarred lips, and spitting onto the plush center of your tongue. Two, thick digits are sliding into your mouth, all the way down the slick muscle, forcing his saliva impossibly deeper. The cruel, bewitching grin that plays his wet lips as you gag around his fingers has your poor cunt weeping in arousal, drooling down the girth of his cock.

He spits into your mouth once more for good measure before leaning down to catch your lips in a sloppy, haphazard kiss. You hardly register the warm, eager tongue that bullies its way into your mouth, licking and tasting you from the source. You’re beyond delirious as you feverishly kiss him back, whining so sultrily as a sinful stream of his saliva dribbles from the corners of your swollen lips and down your cheeks, staining your pretty face.

You can’t do anything but take him, all of him—his tongue, his cock, his fingers, his spit, and soon, his cum. After all, it’s what you do best—what you were meant to do all along. That’s why Toji fucks you the way he does—because he knows it’s the only way you’ll ever be satisfied. A tender kiss is never enough, nor is the simple act of making love. You yearn for more—to be fucked, to be destroyed and ruined and defiled. What better man to do it than Toji Fushiguro?

“Hold your legs up f’me,” two, rough hands are searching for yours, hooking them behind the back of your knees, “yeaaah that’s a good girl for daddy, hold ‘em up just like that, baby, fuuuuck… want you to feel allll of me—all of my cock inside you. Gonna cum so deep in that pretty pussy, doll. You want that? Will that satisfy your needy little cunt?” A prolonged hiss of pleasure drags from his gritted teeth as he reels his hips back slowly, “Gonna fuck you so full of my cum… you want a baby? Want me to get you fuckin’ pregnant?” He babbles mindlessly while harshly pummeling his heavy hips forward in staccato, fucking himself impossibly deeper, his full, swollen balls repeatedly striking the fat of your ass.

“Mhmm—yes! I need it, I need it! Fuck fuck fuck, please, Toji baby… need your cum,” you’re head his rolling from side to side while you pant like a bitch in heat, arms growing fatigued as you stretch yourself so wide for him and only him, “pleaseee cum inside, wanna be a mommy… wan’ your babies!” Your delirious eyes search for his, eyebrows furrowing in nothing but your overstimulated pleasure.

A sinful, guttural groan drags from the depths of his chest at your filthy words of encouragement, cock twitching so lewdly against your sticky, beckoning walls, wordlessly threatening to fill you up. “Yeah? Will that make my nasty girl happy?” You can only nod meekly as you hug your knees to your chest, sweet mouth gaped in pleasure while you moan so prettily for him, waiting like a patient, obedient slut for his cum. “F— fuuuck, I’m gonna cum s’muchhh n’ yer gonna take it all, you hear me?” He’s stifling an onslaught of gutteral moans that threaten to spill from his parted lips, “Mhmmm—fuck, you gonna take it all? You gonna take all of my cum like a good fuckin’ girl, hm? Like my good lil’ slut?” Toji huffs out ragged breaths between his feral groans of rapture, heavy thrusts growing haphazard and sloppy as he pummels toward his orgasm.

A helpless, “Please…” is all you can manage—a weak, pathetic plead but then, you feel it.

An incoherent, slew of profanities tumble past Toji’s lips as he fucks several, viscous gushes of cum inside of you. His usual timbre voice hoarse and ragged, breaking so sinfully as he stuffs you full, yet still, his bucking hips never falter. Obscene rivulets of his seed drip from your overfilled cunt, pooling beneath your bodies in a messy little puddle. Eventually, he wills himself away, slipping out of your poor cunt, but only to swipe two, deft digits along his stray seed on the sheets, gathering his release to fuck it back inside of you, ensuring none of it goes to waste.

“Look… you’re so full of me, doll,” he drawls in a low, tantalizing hum, pulling his wet fingers out of you to show you proof—his thick fingers dripping in his own cum, “you gonna clean me up?” He grins wildly, flashing his cuspids at you.

Duh.

SCREAM UNTIL HE BREAKS YOU:

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being fought by ovulation is hard, but trying to fuck yourself with your angry roommate around is harder. it doesn't help when he storms into your room, enraged, begging to angrily fuck you and soothe his heavy balls. the only requirement is for you to survive the night. can you?

acts: sizing, creampies, rough sex, degrading, breeding kink, filming, spanking, mating press, backshots, crying, bed breaking, choking, power difference kink, missionary, masturbating, and potentially more. mdni 18+. reblogs are appreciated. masterlist.

jjk men: satoru gojo, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, choso kamo and suguru geto. art by sakimenz on patreon.

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“Fuck, Satoru! Ngh! So close!” Plunging your fingers so frantically inside you, flustered by the thought of being pounded by your roommate, you accidentally mewl loudly. 

“‘Need you…so badly,” Swiftly coming undone, you soppily bury your fingers further – panting before you hear your bedroom door swiftly open.

Met with the furious scenery of an angered Satoru, your heart swirls with embarrassing anticipation. Unable to shed your mortification, you gasp at being completely exposed – your slick fingers snuggly within your cunt.

Satisfied, you heavily pant – greeting the longing within Satoru’s eyes. Crumbling beneath Satoru’s story-filled gaze, you gently pull your fingers out with a lewd squelch – attempting to hide your gushing release. Your cunt is completely soaked, fluttering over nothing – perfectly facing an intimidating Satoru.

“Why’d you stop?” Taunting you, Satoru wickedly grins, “Heard you moaning my name, so don’t act shy now.” Relishing your embarrassment, Satoru stalks over to you – tension-filled.

“S-Sato’!” Naively battering your lashes, you turn to your side – faced with the scenery of Satoru’s monstrous erection.

Paired with his anger from losing a basketball game, you knew you would be destroyed and irreparably damaged.

“You were begging for it, so it’s time for you to take it,” Intrigued at your flustered state, Satoru speaks – subconsciously cupping his caged cock.

“D-Don’t hold..back,” Battering your lashes, you propose that Satoru completely strip you of your worth – breaking and moulding you for just him.

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Smushed against Satoru, you’re barely able to breathe – shoved into the meanest mating press by him. Your coherency is lost while Satoru vigorously plunges his cock within you, filling your cunt with his inhumane cock. His veiny, anger-carry cock almost kissed against your cervix with each rough collision, leaving you as a beautiful cage for his anger.

“Don’t get mad… when I fill you,” Glancing down at a sobbing you, overwhelmed by his swift cock, Satoru lustfully smiles.

“Ah! ‘M yours! Strengthening his degrading pace, you repetitively moan – mentally stunted by a stupidly smug Satoru.

“Mhm, so…handle every inch,” Satoru grunts out, momentarily pulling out before burying himself deeply in your warm cunt – splitting you apart with his twitching.

“Imma…good girl,” Crying, pleading for Satoru to reconstruct you, he happily finishes within you – unwilling to free you as his fruitful seed shot against your cervix.

“Hm, you are,” Momentarily praising you, Satoru finishes again – his large batch of cum coddling your pampered cervix.

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kento nanami

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Perched before your laptop in the living room, you softly toy with your soppy clit – attempting to rid yourself of your orgasm. Settling on the couch like this was risky, but the Twitter porn video you watched completely consumed you. Your ovulation cycle broke your rational thinking, leaving you to fuck yourself with a dildo – fixated on the fact that the couple looked like you and Kento.

“Kento! ‘M taking you!” Sinking the dildo within you, you almost scramble at the front door opening – unable to gift you time to flee.

Listening to the door slam shut, your chest shatters at Kento’s notorious footsteps stopping behind your couch. Trembling, feeling his gaze on your cunt, you gulp. Gulp as the dildo’s so deeply within you, his tension something you could feel from ages away.

“Screaming my name?” Kento’s deadpan tone causes you to swirl with timidness, unsure of what to do.

“I-I’m s–”

“--Don’t apologise now,” Obeying Kento’s response, you wait, “I’ll take my anger out on you since you’re so rough with yourself.” Walking around the couch, Kento finally glances at you – hatred welling in his eyes.

“Mhm, guess I’ll have to thank your mission going wrong,” At your misplaced teasing, Kento hurriedly pulls the dildo out of you – shoving it into your mouth.

“I will not go easy on you,” Making a promise, Kento begins to madly shed his clothes. Kento’s lust-coated from your irresponsibily nude frame, perched so prettily before his hungry gaze.

You gave yourself away to a monstrous version of himself. Rough sex is his favourite whilst angry.

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“Mercy…Kento!” Obliterating your swollen cunt, Kento harshly slaps your ass – making sure that his large balls bash against your sensitive clit.

“Until you say…your safeword,” Picking up his speed, Kento burrows your head further into the couch – filling your stomach with his girthy cock.

“C-Can’t…handle,” Blurting your strained plea, completely at his mercy, Kento grows animalistic – fucking you with an impossible might that makes you dizzy.

“I’ll…break you,” Kento threatens, crashing his weight against your perched ass – smacking your stinging bubble butt.

“Ngh!” Incapable of complaining, you scream as Kento’s cock twitches – cumming in you at a speed that makes your teary eyes roll back.

“Not done with you, sweetheart,” Pleased, Kento angrily converses, “Keep that ass up,” Commanding you, Kento grins – panting mercilessly.

toji fushiguro

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“‘Need to…ride Toji! Ah!” Finishing against your vibrator, you desperately grind against it – savouring your sensitive clit.

“Need…to sit on his…cock,” Weeping, shuddering at the thought of Toji overwhelming you with his strength, you almost collapse with pleasure.

Fantasising about Toji, you tenderly rub your tingly clit – irredeemable. Such a thing was forbidden, but you find yourself consumed – ovulation tearing up your every thought. Every thought until you gasp one of your plump breasts, harshly squeezing your taut nipple.

“Toji–”

“--Stop calling my name!… Wow.” With precision, Toji swings open your bedroom door – halting midspeech.

Beautifully astonished, Toji almost falters – captured by your nude physique grinding against a vibrator. Grinding with desperation, moaning out his name with discouraged desperation – hungering for his divine cock.

“I didn’t mean to–”

“Don’t tempt me and think you’re getting away,” Licking his lips, Toji thrives within your nerves – responding to you with predatory intent.

“Please, I’m ovulating,” Unable to quell your physical turmoil, you pathetically plead for Toji to either break you or impregnate you.

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“I’ll…get you pregnant,” Thrusting his cock into you, Toji passionately grunts – forcing you to ride his bucking cock.

“Yes! Fill… me up,” Close to toppling over, you barely manage to handle Toji’s fat cock stretching out your cunt – closing in on your vulnerable womb.

“Mhm, I'll take you…like this every day,” Toji greedily musters out, a frantic moaning mess at your soppy cunt completely gripping him – tender at finishing so many times.

“‘Want…to not breathe,” Desperate for him to destroy you, Toji pushes you down to the base of his cock – watching you almost scream with pleasurable agony.

“Being…pregnant will do just that,” Grinning, Toji whimpers – bucking his hips consistently before he fills you with his ripe seed.

He wouldn’t let you rest until he tore your sanity apart.

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choso kamo

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“Mhm, my pussy’s so empty,” A desperate mess, you’re yearning for cock — physically willing to hunt for it. Your lonesome cunt yearns to be stuffed with cum.

“Cho’, you’d…stuff me well,” Grunting, a profound mess, you whine intensely — desperate for Choso to obliterate your primal cunt.

“Ah! Cho!” Fucking yourself in your bedroom, filling the apartment with your moans, you fail to notice the silent presence lingering before your door.

Choso.

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Before you knew it, your physique was folded, clouded with the thickness of Choso’s cock. Usually, Choso’s tinted with softness. However, softness failed to be his forte this time. With Choso angry, his demeanour held not an ounce of gentleness — roughness filling him.

“Baby, look…at me,” Choso harshly commands you, glancing down at a pretty you within missionary.

“Ah! Cho’!” Corrupted by Choso, you prettily moan — completely worshipping Choso’s cock.

As he’s about to cum, the two of you hear your apartment door open — but that doesn’t stop Choso from cumming his deepest inside of you. If he had to, he’d make you carry his child. A sign of you handling his brutal thrusts, contradicting his usually aloofness.

suguru geto.

Naturally, Suguru’s always two steps ahead. Even as you intensely thrust your fingers within yourself, he can’t help but observe you from your parted door — listening to you beautifully moan his name. Moan his name so dirtily, your dignity barely holding on.

“Sugu’,” That’s all it took before Suguru despicably pounced on you, filling you with his cock — his degrading camera filming you. Filming you as he accidentally broke your bed, pounding into you at a might that completely ruined your cunt. Your cunt that screams and squelches, torn apart by Suguru’s bubbling, cunning anger.

All until he cums inside of you, swelling your stomach with his cum as a reward.

sukuna.

Before you could even play with yourself, Ryomen’s already on you — fucking you angrily. Love bites, slap marks, and choking overtook you. Ryomen left no stone unturned, completely ruining your cunt — shoving you into the meanest mating press. Not an ounce of you could breathe, but Ryomen couldn’t care less. If he needed a sexual outlet, that would now be a precious, naive you.

do not modify, claim or repackage my work. all rights reserved; cosycafune. 2024. small dividers by cafekitsune <3

thoughts on fireman toji who breeds you? 🤩

firefighter toji 😵‍💫😵‍💫

he breeds us before every emergency dispatch call he gets from a civilian—keeps his heavy equipment on too. firefighter toji manspreads as you ride him, his weighty gear makes all kinds of sounds as he’s slamming you back into him. he’d definitely fuck you on his truck, doesn’t care. his firefighter hat’s slightly tilted ‘n cocked to the side with his toughly made pants slinging down his thighs. says how fucking you gives him extra stamina and “energy” to help him save more lives. firefighter toji’s got such a beefy body, thick thighs and an even thicker bulge. snickers every time he sees you struggling to take his cock, smacks your ass and telling you to hurry up and make him cum before you make him late. he’s not satisfied until you’re plugged fully with cum—so much to where it’s spilling down your thighs, even dripping a bit on his uniform. he swipes up the mess with his gloves, filthily licking them clean before shoving them right into your mouth. firefighter toji would def use petnames like ‘sugar’ or ‘baby doll’ or even ‘pumpkin’ and makes sure to visit your cozy apartment every often on his break. always complains about your frequent fire hazards while stuffing you full on the daily. his cum is your own personal little salary he gifts you.

firefighter toji is kinda crazy though. he’d def fuck you out your halfway cracked open window . . perfect if you live high stories up just so the little ants of people near the lower ground can see your twisted facial expressions. your waist would be gripped on tight by his gloved hands and he dangles you out the window and holds you tight. “good girl. jus don’t look down,” he’d gruff with a sly smile. he won’t drop you, probably.

playing chubby bunny w/ toji but instead of marshmallows it's his dick in your cheek <3

Deres mentioned that aren't yandere

In some of the posts in the yanderentypes masterlist other deres are mentioned. Here are brief definitions of them:

(Western) Dorodere: This is an unofficial dere due to being a misunderstood version of the original dorodere (that's why this dere is specifically Western). It refers to a person who acts cute and sweet on the outside but is deeply disturbed on the inside. They will act unpredictably and even crazy from the perspective of other characters. Despite everything, they will never really do the dark things they say and think to their loved ones because the dorodere loves them. (The original dorodere is actually very dangerous and has similarities to the training, manipulative, restraints, and domestic violence type. The focus of this dere is more on feelings of hatred and ownership rather than love.)

Goudere: Views their love interest as a god or master. Very excitable and determined, they want to give their love interest whatever they think is best for them, going to great and sometimes comedic lengths to do so. Their antics can sometimes get their love interest in trouble.

Megadere: They are obsessed with their love interest in a fangirl/fanboy fashion and won't be afraid to show their interest towards them. They can be viewed as either a sweet and loyal version of a yandere or as a crazy and obsessive version of a deredere. This dere type acts like a mix of two types of yandere, the harmless type and the obsessive type.

Sadodere : A person that has a sadistic personality. They enjoy playing with their love interests' feelings, and are commonly referred to as a 'mean tease'.

Tsundere: A person who acts rude, cold, and hostile towards their love interest in order to conceal their warm and caring feelings.

Usodere: A person who lies and use tricks to win the heart of their love interest. They cover up the truth to gain something from them and others.

Utsudere: This term refers to someone who is often sad and depressed because of a traumatic event or condition, sometimes hidden in front of others at first.

BODY-ODY!

Synopsis. Jujutsu powers aren’t used just in fights…sometimes they’re there to make you absolutely lose your mind.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, ínnapropriate use of jujutsu techniques, INSANE Gojo, breéding, heats (Choso), spítting, cúmplay, marathon séx, slight jealousy (Toji), creampíe, canon Sukuna lactatíon, FÉRAL boys, ratio technique, limitless, extremely neédy Choso, exhíbitionísm (Geto’s), pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.6k

A/N. Hope y’all have a wonderful new week, I’m eepy so I will eep <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - The p*ssy killer!

With Toji’s strength, it was inevitable that he’d break seven bed frames, three couches, and four desks. Unapologetically. 

And with the way he had you like this - splayed out like such a slut on your drenched silken sheets, swollen cock pistoning in and out of your sloppy cunt so easily in that mean mating press he had you folded in - you knew he was well and fully intent on adding to that list. 

“Toji-” you’re gasping over the protesting creaks of the mattress. “S’gonna…”

“S’gonna what, woman?” he rasps out, bringing his ears millimeters away from your pouty mouth. Not even stuttering, smooth taunts falling from his lips each time he bullies his fat length into you. “Can’t hear you over this- damn- bed-”

Another wrecked snap! of wood nearby makes you squeal urgently, clawing for mercy at Toji’s toned hips, “-break! S’gonna break!”

Dark brows furrow in sultry concentration, that tiny scar on Toji’s lips quirking up in a devilish taunt when he gifts another harsh glide of his fat tip against your honeyed g-spot. “Damn right m’gonna break you.”

You don’t get the chance to correct him - you didn’t even need to, because he knew what you meant. He knew. But it was just so fun to shut up those cute lil’ whines of yours. Wrapping two big arms around your thighs to hike them higher up his muscled shoulders, Toji chuckles when you get even more soaked at the feeling of his abs flexing against your skin.

“Heh…s’bad manners to lie, y’know.” Shivers run down your spine at his sweet little scold, only making his grin grow wider. “Ya like bein’ thrown around me like this? Pretending to care about some- fuckin’ bed when all you really want is f’me to ruin this cunt?”

He’s speaking with such confidence - bleeding out from his grunts and churning into each hurried, jagged rut of his cock against your gummy cunt. Using that inhuman strength from his heavenly restriction to maneuver your hips and figure out which angle has you making the sweetest noises. 

You narrow your eyes to meet his glassy one, “M’serious, th-the manager at the ngh- furniture store was concerned last time.”

This earns you a soft smack! right on your sopping slit, Tojis rough palm feeling over the bulge of his massive cock, the hole you were milking him with. Forming a glossy, possessive sheen down his wrist. “You dare talk about another man while m’fucking you like this, doll?”

And, honestly, that desperate wobble of your lips almost makes him feel bad for the way he’s teasing you. Almost makes him wanna cave in and fuck you slow and sensual to save both you and this bed you both had picked out only weeks prior. 

Almost. 

That is until you open your pretty mouth to snap, the words babbling out delirious and bratty. “Well maybe he wouldn’t make me hngh- b-buy a new bed every month.”

Oh. 

That does it. 

You keen when his movements come to a torturous standstill, painfully hard cock stretching out your plush walls to every ridge and curve down his cock. And you can’t help the way your pussy pulses at the low, visceral growl tearing from your boyfriend’s mouth. 

Teeth bared, back muscles flexing as he raises his head up, up, up-

SLAM!

In a split-second, one of Toji’s arms had come down to bang against the already-rickety headboard. Letting a few sluggish seconds of his absolutely animalistic gaze devour you from your dazed, widened eyes to the snug cunt that was sucking the soul out of him - before the bed frame sags on one end with a defeated groan. 

“Whoops.” his words come out in a feverish grunt, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown. “Don’t worry, m’paying tomorrow when we buy a new bed, n’ I can ah- help this manager find you a new one.” A promise - an apology for later.

Still stuffed so deep inside you, he’s securing one arm around you, easily holding you snug against his toned body when Toji gets off the bed - with you hanging onto him in tow. Choking out a gruff, “But for now…”

“F-fuck you’re so deep-” your jaw slacks open to moan sluttily into Toji’s toned pecs, gravity making his greedy thick head slide in so deep to nudge at your cervix. Filling up every nook and crevice of your sweet spots. Molding your cunt to the shape of him. 

And the only response you get is a few sultry, lingering thrusts. His eyes only darting his hazy gaze around the room- shit, where was that desk again? Right, he’d broken it last week. And the loveseat- Ah, that was just last movie night. 

Well, with a low rumble vibrating from his chest, that’s all it takes for you to be spread so shamefully on the bedroom floor. 

Toji’s pushing your face to the cool hardwood, a toned thigh stopping your needy bucking hips, the other keeping your legs open for him to bully back into your hypnotic cunt. Sloppy. Going right for that rhythm from before. 

“Better cum before I break the floor too, huh?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - BULLSEYE

“Ken~”

“No.”

“...p-please?”

“Nope.”

It’s been like this for far too long now - with you bent over your husband’s home office desk, being absolutely pounded into the various work documents he really should’ve been focusing on instead. 

Of course, there was the speckled yellow tie currently digging into your wrists, pinning them both behind you uselessly as if you were some elaborate sex doll for Nanami to plunge his achy cock into. Though, that seemed to be exactly what he was doing.

And he was holding back.

“B-but Ken–” you’re letting out a thick, sultry whine of his name. Teary lashes batting back at the towering man, “I promise I won’t run away this time.”

His response comes out as a rough grunt, “That was what you hah- said last time before it got too good.” A large hand coming up to thread between your tangled wrists, using the leverage to pull you back onto Nanami’s unforgiving ruts of his length. “And the time before that.” Spearing you about halfway along his swollen cock, he’s splitting your poor pussy open. “And the time before that. And right now.”

As if to test your little resolve, his free hand comes down to kiss your ass with a deliciously resounding smack! 

And he’s only humming in satisfaction with your absolute mess of a less-than-composed response. A low gurgle of Nanami’s name in your throat, legs trembling when they fuck down onto his thick cock. Down and up as much as you could, stuttering as if to run away from the burn.

“Shhh shhh, s’okay, my love. You got it.” he’s hushing your moaning cries, soft palm coming to soothe the sting - and the inevitable handprint. “Jus’ like I said- how are ya gonna handle the ratio technique if you can’t handle that?”

“I will.” Is your stubborn response - as expected. 

But to your surprise, your husband only grins, “Thought so.” Using the tie to pull your cunt back to grind deeper against him, “How about this, darling-” Nanami propositions, hips halting down to slow, shallow circles around your gummy walls. Swiping at the sweet spots he hits effortlessly, he whispers. Low and just aching for the type of trouble you always get him into, “-try not to run away before you cum this time  n’ I might consider taking off these for the next round.”

And then, there’s a sudden shift in the air. It suddenly becomes thicker, almost suffocating. You wince at the sudden feeling of atoms around you standing at rapt attention - before that expression is quickly morphing into one of such bliss when Nanami’s fat head slams straight into your g-spot.

Lingering, nudging against your sensitive spot just before it becomes too much before he’s reeling his hips back to do it again. And again. And again and again and-

“Ken ohhh fuck- oh my god-” you’re going cross-eyed, drool dripping down your mouth with how fucking good it felt. That divot at the gummy tip of his cock branding onto your bundle of nerves. “F-forgot how much I love your technique.”

“Oh, I know.” you can hear the grin in his voice over the crackle of jujutsu. Tugging harder on the restraints at your wrists, “Anything for my wife, after all.”

“Then would you hah- ngh- untie me so that I can touch my lovely husband?”

This earns you another gifted smack! to your ass, and an even harder jam of his thorough cock pistoned right at your magical spot. “Not a chance.” He’s absolutely ruining you from the inside out, and you feel like you’re melting with each expert graze of his veins against your honeypot of sweet spots - not missing even a single one.

Your ass is recoiling against Nanami’s sharp hip bones now, leaving a faint heart-shaped print on his hardened abs. Tufts of blond tickling your searing skin, twitching balls slapping against your forgotten clit.

“F-fuck.” your voice wobbles when his scarily accurate aim is making your ravaged cunt cry out in lewd squelches. Drowning out the strain in your voice when you whimper, “That all you got, Ken?” 

“Perhaps.” he huffs slyly against your ear, still pulling back on your restraints. “It’s real a wonder you’re not hah- runnin’ away, yet. Aren’t ya close?”

It wasn’t a question he needed to ask - Nanami could feel the way your slick walls were channeling around him, massaging and convulsing depravedly with each plunge. So fucking wet it was forming a lewd little puddle down to his heavy balls.

So ready.

So near. 

“I-I am.” you admit, gingerly shoving back onto his mean cock as much as you could. Somehow, every minute movement hitting at your weak spots, leaving stars behind your lids.

Oh how you wanted to buck away - the feeling too good that you wanted to run. Nails digging sharp grooves into the expensive wooden desk, knees weakening pathetically. Honestly, it was a wonder you weren’t falling on sorry legs on the floor right now - it wasn’t, because if you were in any better state of mind you’d have registered Nanami’s strong arm under your stomach, holding your entire weight up easily.

“Then cum.” he grits out, absolute need lacing his tone. “Cum f’me - and don’t run away, my love.”

So you do - and you couldn’t run away even if you wanted to. Because he’s securing a vice-like grip on his tie, holding your back flush against the sweaty panes of his muscled torso. Legs unable to move anywhere but back into him as Nanami fucked you through your high. 

Nanami groans at the feeling of you cumming all over his achingly hard cock. Squeezing and trying to milk out the fucking life of him. “Hah…how gorgeous f’me.” He kisses away those tears of overstimulation rolling down your face, though, he’s still nudging against your bruised sweet spots inside. “Now, s’time for you to hold up that bargain, darling.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “T-the cult leader?”

That cute, wide-eyed little question of yours makes the gorgeous man in front of you chuckle. A deep, slow baritone that sends shivers right down to where he had you sat on the outline of his thick, straining erection.

“Of course I am.” he purrs against the shell of your ear, shuffling you around so the drenched excuse of your panties was making a mess on the damp spot at his leaky tip. “What about it?”

“Well then why-” you look over your shoulder at the rows upon rows of Geto’s cult members. Faces still, expressionless. Bowed at the waist to look at the floor - but still ever-present. Murmuring in confusion, “-why can’t you tell them to go?”

Another sultry smile. “Oh, gorgeous.” He swipes the tip of his fingers at your syrupy juices, promptly stuffing his mouth full of your heady taste. Moaning so hedonistically, “They’re here for you.”

And then Geto’s shuffling around the expensive robes of his yukata, having you bouncing precariously on his lap when he frees his achingly hot erection. So so red and angry. 

It’s all you can do to bite back your embarrassment when he’s dragging your sloppy cunt all over that veined length of his. Jolting when a hand of his smushes your cheeks together in a pathetic pout,  “Look at me.” he muses, dark dangerous eyes boring into yours. “They’re your welcoming party, after all. Don’t worry, you’re only mine to see n’-” Pecking at your lips in an innocently languid kiss, “-I’ll kill them if they look.”

Right as he says this, Geto’s slipping his fat head past your sopping slit, such a sinful expression of ecstasy taking over his delicate features at the first taste of your heavenly cunt.

“O-ohhh fuck.” he groans, hips coming up in bullying little thrusts to lodge himself inside. “Mmpf- my girl’s cunt feels s’fuckin’ good. How the fuck do you feel this good?”

You’re panting at the sheer stretch - the feeling of your puckering hole being split apart so blatantly - and for hundreds of others to see. Candied lips coming up to graze his in a messy clash, “My girl?”

Ah, just hearing those words echoed back to him has Geto thrusting up mindlessly into your plushy walls. A hand coming back to circle around your clit pooling your juices back on his addicted fingers. 

“Yes-” his long tongue darts out to catch those drops of your slick. Before diving back in again- and again and- “My girl. My pussy. And every one of these little worthless pigs are going to know that now.”

You could practically feel the wave of shudders that run through your audience. But a quick glimpse back showed that they all stayed firmly rooted to their spot, eyes trained on the luxurious carpet of Geto’s hideout. Whereas you were shivering for a whole other reason - because Geto’s lengthy fingers are back to toying with your poor cunt. 

Two of them spreading out your puffy pussy lips to show off how greedy you were being - the way your dripping cunt couldn’t do anything but milk Geto Suguru for each and every one of his delicious inches. Taking him so well as he pounded up lazily into you, making the fat of your ass jiggle with each calculated pump. 

It’s so filthy - so agonizing. 

He noses up your racing pulse, “Heh, I can tell ya liked that, pretty. You just go so much wetter, almost drippin’ onto the floor.” You weren’t - yet, simply forming a glossy mess of slick all over the cult leader’s distinctive robes. “So sloppy I bet they’ll see soon.”

“But you said-” you’re choking when a particularly hard thrust has you clinging onto his broad shoulders for stability. Fingernails blemishing his worshiped skin with red, raw marks gifted from you. “-said m’only yours to see.”

Oh, how he knew you’d be fucking fun.

There’s an almost reverent pitch in Geto’s throaty rasp, “You’re right.” As if seeing you for the first time - and he’s just ramming into you with a greedy grin. “So fuckin’ right.”

Geto’s dick is so girthy that it fills out every crevice inside your pussy that you didn’t even know existed. Balls a rightfully sinful side of heavy that made a loud smack! ripple throughout the otherwise deathly quiet room. 

“You’re mine.” he whispers, strained like he was losing a bit of his sanity with each press up against your spongy cervix. “N’ I should fuck you like you are.” Which had Geto teething down your jaw, your earlobe - sharp canines digging hard when he bites down at the crook of your neck. Enough to draw blood, to break skin, to have you screaming out for- mercy? More? But he’s already plowing on, “N’ everyone here will accept it.”

He lets out such a lovely moan in tandem with yours, head thrown back when his thrusts get untimed. Sloppy. Glistening with need and slick as you mewl, “S-Sugu m’close m’gonna cum-”

Bang!

You whirl your head up to see Geto with his free hand held out, eyes wide, crazed - glaring intensely at something over your shoulder. Something you don’t get to see, because he’d tilting your head back to his in a romantic gesture.

“Told you I’d kill them if they looked.” He breathes, over the distinct growling of his rainbow dragon. Kissing gently at your lips, the tip of his fat cock colliding into your g-spot. “Now, where were we?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Like an animal

There was something that no one in the jujutsu world spoke about the most advanced curses - something hidden. Something dirty. Something that had you crying out where you straddled Choso’s fat cock, big bulbous tears rolling down your cheeks, throat shot when he was stuffing your poor pussy full of his fifth orgasm this rut. 

“Please oh- please.” Choso whines, hips stuttering up into your gummy depths. Strong arms circling your waist to hold you still while his fat head paints your walls white with thick streams of his seed, “Take it- fuck fuck fuck jus’ take it for me.”

Each sloppy half-thrust is all he can manage to drag you through your own climax, lips falling into a soft oh! at the dredges of your sweet sweet juices slobbering down his shaft. 

“Baby…” Choso starts, greedy eyes just devouring that sinfully creamy ring now forming around his soaked hilt. His Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, voice cracking at the end, “I think-”

And you know that tone. You know what it bodes for your sensitive cunt. Reminded that it’s currently that time of year for your poor curse boyfriend. When something dark, and primal pokes its head out. Aching to touch you, to breed you - killing him to make you his. 

So you’re gasping out in disbelief, “Cho- what! Again?” Scrambling to perch your hands on his pecs and sit up, “The heat’s still not done?”

You don’t get very far - because he pulls you back onto his body with a possessive tug. Looking up at you with big, teary eyes, “No.”

His syrupy words are coated in desperation, a few octaves higher than normal as he murmurs against your open lips. “N’ it’s a rut, baby. All m’gonna wan’ ngh- do is fuck this cute pussy.” he coos, a slick-glossed fist dipping down to squeeze out the last few beads of cum out of his base and into your overspilling cunt. “Don’t think I’ll ever be done- not until she’s properly bred. Not until- fuck m’not gonna- get out of this alive.”

As if he hadn’t just wrangled out another overstimulated high, Choso’s bucking his hips up sloppily into yours. Toned back arching off of the cotton sheets - soaked and absolutely ruined with pools of your sin. 

Over and over and-

“But Cho–” you babble out when his girth is thrashing back at those sensitive areas inside that he’s mapped out so many times before this. “I think I’m not gettin’ out of ngh- this alive.”

In his barely-lucid state, Choso’s taking this as a compliment, flashing a crooked, pussydrunk grin up at you. Face flushed a pretty pink, strands of dark hair sticking to his forehead when he bats his heavy lashes, “Mhm.” 

Then he takes the opportunity when your lips fall slack in shock at his response to plant a steady stream of his spit. Missing purposefully to thumb away the splattered sheen of him along the corner of your swollen lips. “N’ you hah- not going out until g-get this cute pussy pregnant, m’kay?”

The notion is so dizzying that for a moment you don’t believe him. He doesn’t wait for your response - doesn’t have to. 

Back to his mind-numbing addiction of spearing your heavenly pussy on his angry cock. Like he couldn’t stop himself.

Again. And again. And again and again.

And he thinks you look so pretty like this - steady gushes of his cum dribbling down your shamefully spread puffy folds, thighs pathetically shaky trying to keep up with his frenzied tempo. 

A whiny ah! ah! ah! leaves your mouth with each kiss against your ravaged g-spot.

“Cho- I don’t think- ngh I can cum again-” your heavy lips part open to moan. Feeling so raw everywhere. “Are you really gonna-”

“Say it.” he begs. Two hands of his coming up to knead your sensitive tits, running his thumbs in awe over your puffy nipples. “Say it- say it please-” He’s attaching his pretty pink lips around one, cheeks hollowing while he sucks as if trying to draw out something delicious. “Please, ma.”

Fuck - you don’t know what you’re getting wetter at - the lil’ nickname or the way Choso’s dancing a hand down to draw sultry, purposeful circles. Syrupy slick saturating all over his toned pelvis with each ram of his hips.

You’re keening, “Are you fuuuuck jus’ like that- are you really gonna fuck a baby into me? Or die trying?”

“Let’s see…” he lets out a low drawl, quieting down to let your obscene squelches take over. Music to his ears, drunk off of every sound with every harsh piston of his hips. Loud. He gives your clit a hard pinch, grinning, “Yeah. My girl’s pretty cunt says I can.”

It only takes a few more hard crashes of his thick head against your sweet spots before you’re clawing at the headboard, the sheets, him - just anything to hold onto an ounce of your sanity while you’re cumming and cumming and cumming so hard you can’t stop. Wave after wave of your high being dragged out of you.

And if you couldn’t stop - then Choso wouldn’t. Whispering praises slurring together and sticking against your mouth as he spills his potent seed into you once more. 

Wispy strings filling all the way at the back of your pussy while he fucks you through your high. Milking himself on you like some cocksleeve - addicted. Needing to breed you.

Which is why, when his spotty vision catches a trickle of his own seed out of your bloated pussy, Choso’s clicking his tongue. Thumbing your swollen folds further apart, he gives your clit a slow rub to wake up your droopy eyes. “Rut’s not over yet, ma.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Got milk?

“Tch. Stubborn lil’ thing.” the king of curses lets out a proud noise of disagreement - but you catch that tint of red on his high cheekbones, the way his swollen tip twitches wildly against your gummy walls. “S’not gonna work.”

The only response he gets is a cooing hum, your fingers dancing over Sukuna’s pecs to squeeze and grope at the curve of muscle.

So hypnotized with what you’re doing, it’s almost embarrassing for him. And all he can do is tighten the greedy grip he has on the fat of your ass, sliding your sopping cunt down, down, down until your throbbing clit scratches against those tufts of pink. Sitting so prettily on his throne.  

At the site of your lewd entrancement, Sukuna scoffs in frustration, “I told you, brat. I don’t know if you’re already fucked dumb on my cock but- ngh–” 

And oh the great Ryomen Sukuna whines - he whines, such a pretty noise that makes your elastic walls tighten around his rock-hard shaft. Rutting up deeper into your pussy so mindlessly mean when you wrap your pretty lips around one of his puffy nipples. 

“I know what you said, Kuna.” your voice sends vibrations all the way down to his needy cock. Leaky and angry where he was dragging inside your cunt. “But I also know what I heard.” Sucking. Harsh. “And a little birdie told me that someone can make milk-”

“Fuckin’ Uraume.” Sukuna spits, hips picking up the pace now that he has the answer he’s looking for. Long fingernails leaving neat little marks on your skin, “N’ you seriously believed that shit?”

And then he’s making your back arch more, kicking out your thighs even further to spread over the stretch of his girth. Fucking deeper and deeper until he was sure he was massaging at every inch of your walls. 

Managing through pure hissy rage to punctuate each ram of his shaft with threats, “Don’t believe that fuckin’ rumor I swear I’ll kill-” The words die in Sukuna’s chest when he’s snapping his pussydrunk head down at you - the same chest you were still pawing greedily at. “Oi, what did I tell ya?”

When you don’t make a move to remove yourself, he’s dancing a hand down to toy with your neglected clit. Forcing your dazed mouth to pull away. 

“I-I don’t know, Kuna.” you purr, still gasping for air. “Because-” You roll his raw nipples between your fingers again - desperate. Making him hiss. Glassy eyes snapping down to the way he was fucking you so filthy now. “-you seem to love this.”

And he can’t deny it - can’t make up any excuse for the way he was bouncing you along his fat veiny length like some cocksleeve. Pussy lips kissing him tenderly, thick head gliding across your cervix. Sinking into your drenched cunt so desperate. 

Yet, he grits out, “Won’t work.”

“Will.” you smirk, still teasing his pecs the exact same way he’d do with your tits. 

“Won’t.”

“Wi- hah-” your words are being gulped down by Sukuna’s sharp canines nipping on your lips. Drinking in your heady moans with every bullying thrust into your walls. Soft pads of his fingers thumbing at your clit, your puffy folds, pushing himself deeper and deeper. “You’re so unfair-”

That drags out a ragged grin from him, the wet smack of skin-on-skin music to his ears at this point. He’s wiping away the excess drool on your lips from your antics, “Maybe you’re just too gullible. So why don’t you hah- put that pretty mouth instead to-”

And then it happens. 

Your cockdrunk eyes manage to focus on that tiny, beading pearl of white at the very tip of Sukuna’s mouthwatering nipples. Without a second thought, you surge forwards, reattaching your lips with his ravaged skin. 

“O-oh fuck-” he shudders, fingers stuttering where they were drawing obscene circles on your clit. “Wait fuck oh- fuck fuck fuck, brat.”

That’s all it takes for him to cum. Balls squeezing so fucking painfully as Sukuna cums harder than he has in the thousands of years on this Earth. Mashing his cock into you, drawing out every lengthy spurt of his seed to paint your cunt white. 

“Take it-” You don’t know if he’s talking about his cum or his milk. “Fuckin’ take if you want it so bad.”

Each shrill profanity has him reaching deep into your gummy core, bowing his body further to your greedy mouth. The sobbing wet smacks of your lips having him humping you fast. Messy. 

And shit anyone would faint if they saw the infamous king of curses like this - if he didn’t kill them first, that is. 

You, however, his favorite lil’ human, was having the time of your life. Thick globs of cum smearing down your thigh, forming a slippery coating where you were sucking him through his high. Sukuna’s sweet sweet milk treacles down your lips, rich and syrupy. So much that it was spilling down onto lewd little puddles on the curve of your tits. 

“Oi, fuck you greedy little slut.” Sukuna coos at your ravenous pursuit, the way you were pinching at his pecs for more. “Don’t waste- ngh- any of it.”

And upon seeing that grin of yours - that devilishly smug, white-glossed smirk - Sukuna all but forces your lips to crash against his. Hips fucking up menacing - still so pointedly hard, while he tastes himself. “Don’t think m’not gonna make you pay back tenfold for this embarrassment, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Sanity? Optional.

You wondered just how high the kill count would be.

In the hundreds? No, you fear, when your boyfriend slams your apartment door open, eyes hooded, glowing. Barely getting a word out before he’s pouncing on you like a wolf starved, ripping off that useless excuse of shorts with only two fingers.

In the thousands? Probably not, you think, when he doesn’t waste a moment before shoving the entirety of his angry, leaking shaft into your sloppy hole. The only apology you’re getting for the moment being a few praises and whispers of “buying a new pair of shorts for you.”

In the hundreds of thousands? Maybe, you muse, when immediately Gojo is smearing his fat tip against your cervix. Sinking his way into your heavenly pussy to wreak havoc on you where he could be going out of control and destroying a few cities. 

“Nah, millions.” His slow, sensual purr is ringing in your ears, and you have half the mind to wonder whether Gojo had a mind-reading technique, too. Greedy lips dragging up to mouth over your thumping pulse. Dangerous. “Might just take out hah- this whole fuckin’ city if it wasn’t for this ngh- sweet pussy hypnotizing me.”

Each and every babble falling from Gojo’s candied pink lips are followed by some of the meanest thrusts. Having his tight balls smack against your ass, running his mouth as mindlessly as he’s fucking you into the living room couch he happened to find you in. 

You’re gasping when his long fingers come down to give your poor clit a buzzing tap! Sending sparks with the very dredges of his jujutsu. 

“T-Toru what happened?” you’re managing to gasp out, your ears popping at the pressure of the air around your two. “Why are you so-”

“Feral? Out of control? Maniacal?” he fires off, a devilish grin spreading with each suggestion. Eyes wide, tinged with an electric glow, voice breaking desperately as he plows on, “Absolutely fucking losing it?”

If either of you were in a better state of mind, maybe you’d have noticed the way that lamp on the edge of the coffee table exploded. Shards of glass flinging across the room and stopping short where Gojo had limitless poring over the two of you.

“Well, you see…” he’s humming so sing-song, large hands coming up to wrangle your thighs onto his broad shoulders. Gnawing down on his worried bottom lip when he’s trying to squeeze himself impossibly deeper inside you, “-I had a bad day.”

“That’s it!?”

Those startled words are bursting from your lips without any thought. And they have Gojo narrowing his eyes at you like a predator cornering his prey, teasing grin curling down into something almost garish.

He hikes a muscled thigh up, fingers tightening around the plush of your thighs. “Yes, that’s it.”

It’s quiet - barely audible, even - followed by a low thrust that reaches you all the way in the bottom of your pussy. Somehow bruising - Gojo’s fat tip clashing against your g-spot, your cervix, so hard it makes a broken whimper drag from your shot throat.

And this seems to jolt him back to his senses somewhat, that furiously depraved glint flickering in his summer blue eyes. “Oh, sweetheart.” he sighs, crashing his lips against yours in a sloppy mess of teeth and spit. “Couldn’t stop hngh- thinkin’ about you all day. Couldn’t stop wanting- needing-”

He’s cutting himself off with a pained groan, back to having the soft pads of his fingers roll over your clit in humming, sultry circles. Little buzzes of his electricity going right through your veins. “Fuck, s’all I thought of even when- hah- fighting. Just you, my girl, waiting at home f’me to stuff you full of my cock.”

Sloppier. Incessant - just milking himself on the dripping channel of your cunt. Deep, lingering thrusts that have you missing him every time he’s reeling back. A few stuttering pops of bones have you spitting out slobbering little pleas into Gojo’s panting mouth, gummy walls sucking him in so good. Clamping down until it was almost difficult for him to ram into your greedy pussy. 

Honestly, whatever shreds of your rationality wondered how the fuck you two were still unharmed, still having no bones broken - it was because of his reverse curse technique, you later learn.

But for now all that was going through your honeyed, oversaturated mind was how full you were of him and only him - until you could barely even breathe-

“Hey hey now.” His words a smooth coo, not betrayed just how ragged his hips were. Another few smacks of his ruthless fingers right down your sopping slit have you wrenching your eyes back up at him. Your poor clit getting caught in the crossfire, leaving lewd smears glistening all over Gojo’s palm. The overhead lights flicker, illuminating little blue specks of lightning as he kisses gently on your forehead, “F-fuck- keep up, pretty.”

Somehow, you manage to gasp, “Keep up?”

“Mhm, because m’not fuckin’ done until I pass out.”

The words are pushing you over the edge, and before you know it, your velvety walls are squeezing around Gojo’s engorged cock so tight. So heavenly as he fucks you through your high - not even bothering to ease you into it, he couldn’t.

And it only takes a few silky whines of his name out of your mouth before he’s beading out pearly white spurts of cum. Overspilling into the snug channel of your pussy, thick seed gushing out as Gojo shoves it deeper and deeper to decorate your walls. His snowy brows knit together when he cums and cums so fucking hard it’s like something bursts.

And something did - every single lightbulb within a fifteen mile radius of your apartment. 

But you don’t notice, too caught up in Gojo’s syrupy sweet hum, “Well, m’not passed out yet n’ since the electricity’s gone I guess there’s only one thing to do, huh~”

A/N. LMFAOOO Toji acting like he can afford to buy another bed smh. Also the way Sukuna being able to lactate is canon?? Gege you hoe.

Plagiarism not authorized.

SAVE A HORSE RIDE A WHAT???? 📢

ac: takk1m on twt

contents: smut, minors and ageless blogs do not interact! mean choso x reader, reader has a pussy but otherwise no gender descriptors, overstimulation, p in v, petnames (baby), multiple orgasms

Choso gets mean when he gets into it.

At first, he’s so nice, so sweet. Whispering praises into your ear, slowly pushing his thick fingers into you, scissoring you open.

He swallows your small gasps with his kisses, moaning into your mouth. He fully gets off on your pleasure, even though his aching cock lays neglected in his boxers, precum slowly darkening the fabric.

He watches you with adoration, cooing about how well you take him. “You look so hot like this, I can’t believe this is happening right now,” When you whine for more, he immediately obliges, pushing yet another digit into you, causing you to grip his shoulders, mouth shaping into a small o.

“Choso, I need your dick inside me now or I might die,” you gasp, grabbing his wrist and slowing his ministrations. Choso whines at your authoritative tone, and it’s with shaky hands that he pulls off his boxers and aligns himself with your sloppy cunt.

“Fuck, okay, let me just, fuuuuck–“

Once he’s inside of you, all bets are off.

Legs pressed to your chest, squished under Choso’s weight, you’re used like his personal fleshlight.

His cock plunges in and out of you, stretching you out and molding you after him, repeatedly hitting your g-spot in a way that makes white-hot pleasure burn through your body and your toes curl.

You cry out, arching your back into him, as Choso burries his flushed face in your neck and whines at the way your pussy grips him so tightly.

“Shit, baby, you’re perfect,” he moans, tone slightly high-pitched. You grip his shoulders, nails raking down his back as you attempt to ground yourself, to stay sane with the way his hips smack against yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass.

Right as you think you’re gonna break, Choso’s thumb reaches down to rub firm circles into your clit, immediately hurtling you over the edge. You cum with a cry, walls clenching down on his cock.

Choso’s pace doesn’t relent on you as he looks at you with a smile, slowly luring you into his trap.

“You can take one more, right baby? For me,” he coos, and you gape at the man who’s usually so sweet to you.

“Cho, ‘m gonna break if you–“ Your eyes immediately roll back, as he finds your clit again, rubbing messy circles. Your hand flies down to grab his wrist, but he merely takes your hand and pushes it into the sheets beside you. Your other hand tangles in his hair, eyes rolling back as you come again.

Black spots dot your vision, mouth opening in a silent scream as your legs begin to shake.

Choso watches every reaction, feeling his core tighten at the way your gooey walls flutter around his cock.

“There you go, baby, thaaat’s it,” he whispers, kissing the tears rolling down your cheeks away. It’s not long before he comes too, white robes of hot cum filling you up.

His hips stutter as he fucks you both through your highs before he stills, letting your legs drop to your waist as he practically collapses on top of you.

You lay there, catching your breaths before you slap his back lightly. “You’re so mean, Cho!” you say and Choso grins, kissing your cheeks.

You can feel his cock inside you, still fully erect and you gasp. “How are you still hard?” you whine and Choso kisses you all over your face.

“Can’t help it, you’re so hot,” he complains, hips experimentally grinding against yours. A strangled moan leaves you at the oversensitivity.

“Fuck, Cho, slow d– dooown!”

“I thought we were just getting started, baby?”

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masterlist | divider by enchanthings

『 Fainting mid Sex 』

☼ synopsis: You faint while they fuck you and they take care of you in their very own way

☼ characters: Nanami, Choso, Toji

☼ wc: 1.4k

☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, sub!reader, fainting, gentle aftercare with Nanami, prone bone and accidental creampie with Choso, mentions of somno, cervix fucking, mean Toji, facial, slightly forced cum eating

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Nanami:

Nanami was cradling your face ever so gently as his hips rutted into you, rolling in a rhythmic and sensual way. “You feel so good around me, kitten” he groaned into your neck, his weight on top of you smothering you in the best way without being too much. It made you feel oh so full land the way he sucked purple marks all over your neck made your head spin, fearing to lose your sanity at the praise falling from his lips, his voice ripping your last piece of mind from you as the pleasure rippled through your body and just when your back arched - one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist to keep you in this position. Things became overwhelming quickly, your body going limp in his arms. The thought that you must have fainted didn't cross Nanami’s mind at first, only a few thrusts later when you were still so uncharacteristically quiet he moved his head from the crook of your neck, eyes going wide when he saw your eyes closed and body unconscious.

Without hesitation he pulled out from your tight cunt and held you close, cock throbbing by the ruined orgasm but that was his last concern. “Darling, wake up,” he gently shook you by the shoulders, soft words slowly waking your body up only to find his face right above yours, the worry etched in his brows when your eyes slowly fluttered open, your ears still ringing but it calmed him down to know that you're awake. “You fainted, my love” he whispered, a small smile creeping up his lips despite trying to remain serious - but how could he when you chuckled tired “guess you fucked me too well… Did you at least finish?” You asked in a soft voice and your question almost offended your lover who shook his head immediately. “I would never… not when you're unconscious.” he answered sincerely, cock still throbbing but your wellbeing was his top priority. He could finish himself off in the shower later, even if his hand couldn't compare to the tight walls of your cunt but you needed to rest now. Only if you insisted on finishing he would rub torturously slow circles on your clit to not overwhelm you by stuffing you full. If you'd rather rest, which is what was on his mind, he'd help you clean up and hold you close after bringing you something small to drink and to snack on. Nanami does not hold a grudge when you faint, your body only screaming for a break and he would grant it that, you've been taking his cock so well, you deserve to rest now.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Choso:

Choso was moaning above you, his hands alternating between holding the pillow that he shoved beneath your body, and your hips, his grip making sure to leave bruises that would grace your skin for the following days. “Nghhh… so close,” his voice came out broken and ragged, sounding so desperate for release between the sinful moans you let out of your lips. Prone bone always lets his cock kiss your cervix, feeling him so deep inside of you and threatening to take your last coherent thought, mewling and crying for him to go just a little harder, needing to feel him even deeper than before. Choso’s entire body was trembling with how much he held back his own release and giving you exactly what you asked for, his thrusts getting harder as his hips snapped against you repeatedly until you were a mess, wailing his name as if it's the last time you'll ever feel him inside of you but just as you were about to orgasm your body gave up, your consciousness fading and your walls naturally clenching to get rid of the intrusion in your limp body but it sent Choso over the edge, his hips stilling flush against yours as your name fell from his lips like a sinful prayer in the quiet night. Only when you didn't praise him like you usually would when he made you feel so good he got alarmed upon seeing the peaceful expression on your face. “Shit!” He pulled out right away and turned you around, cradling you into his arms into a sitting position and gently rocking back and forth until you woke up in his arms.

Your arms were slowly wrapping around his torso and Choso felt like he could finally breathe again when you opened your eyes. “Sweet, I apologize… I didn't realize you lost your consciousness,” he mumbled into your hair with such a soft voice, it was barely audible to your still ringing ears but you nuzzled your face into his muscular chest. “'s okay Choso. You know I don't mind it, you had and have my consent,” you remind him that he has full permission to continue fucking you when you faint or when you're asleep in general but he was never sure about it, feeling like this is close to taking you without consent. “How are you feeling? Do you want to go on? Should I draw a bath?” He asked, unsure what you're craving right now since your expression was unreadable to him - but in reality you just felt how his cum leaked out of your pussy, staining your thighs and the mattress beneath you. “Actually… why won't you be a good boy and use your tongue? Clean up the mess you made, hm?” You purred against his neck where you felt his hair slowly stand with goosebumps, knowing he'd love nothing more than to be your good boy, gladly lapping at your cunt until you're satisfied and his cum no longer staining you - only to fill you up anew.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Toji:

Toji was pounding into you from behind, one of his legs propped up for a deeper angle to fuck you full. “My little slut, clenching around me,” he mused as he reached for your hair to grab a fist full. Your neck was bent backwards with a pleasuring sting on your scalp that made you moan out loudly, trying to nod as best as you could with the grip he had on you, your voice long gone and only able to make wonton noises, begging for your release. “So desperate for my cock,” he grinned down at your needy frame and pushed your head down into the pillows where he held your upper body down between the shoulder blades, one strong hand enough to pin you down.

The new angle made it hard to breathe, his huge cock fucking into your womb and making it feel like you're getting impaled but it's what you craved - something only Toji could provide and when his free hand came down in a harsh smack on your ass, your entire body began to shake in pleasure - too much to handle but just the right amount to take you closer to the edge. Just as you were about to scream out his name, the knot so close to snapping and releasing the tidal wave of pleasure over your body - you went limp, moans and cries ceased entirely, making Toji smirk. His hand went back into your hair to lift your head “fucking bitch,” he scoffed upon seeing you unconscious and your head dropped back into the pillows while his hips continued their harsh plowing.

He couldn't care less that you fainted, your cunt tightened so deliciously around his cock, bringing him closer to his own gates of heaven, only to pull out and manhandle your body to face him. Your eyes fluttered open when his hot cum painted your face in small spurts, landing on your lips, your cheeks and some on your lashes. “Good morning princess,” he groaned, his fist working harder on his cock to milk himself empty over your face, your whined complaints music to his ears. “Oh I know you hate this,” he chuckled as his hand came down to your face, smearing his cum over your lips before slipping three fingers into your unwilling mouth to make you taste his seed and you gagged from the intrusion. “Be a good girl next time and you get it in your greedy cunt,” he mused as he tapped your cum covered cheek before getting up from the bed, still holding a hand out for you to take. Toji is an asshole that loves to see you suffer a little, but the way you giggle when going to the shower with him lets him know you wouldn't want it any other way and that's what he loves about you. You always come back for more.

Networks: @interstellar-inn @houseofsolisoccasum

yuuta fucks like an animal btw it's insane,, he's literally drooling and panting and groaning, he's grabbing onto your hips so fucking hard that you know you're gonna wake up all pretty and bruised but he just can't help it. he's hungry. he's starved. he needs to have you in every possible way. he needs to kiss you, he needs to lick the sweat off your skin. his hips are slamming into yours with so much power that you can't even breathe properly and it's so overwhelming that you subconsciously try to move away from him, which only makes him press himself flush to you. skin to skin, there isn't even an inch between you. he noses at your cheek, smearing the fallen tears into your skin as he whispers: "don't push me away, love. c'mon, i know it feels good, tell me it feels good."

Savanna Heat (Jack Howl x F!Reader) 

Tags: Rough Sex/Kissing, Marking, Scent Kink, Wolf Instincts, Shameless Smut, PwP, Smut with a lot of feelings, Oral Sex (fem. receiving), Mating/Heat Cycles, Breeding Kink, Knotting, Multiple Orgasms, Cockwarming, Aftercare, Romantic Fluff.

Word Count: 5.6 K. –♥– It all started without warning and you.. You were completely caught off guard. Your feet swept right under you and your sensations thrown into a frenzy matching Jack’s. You knew wolves had certain animalistic behaviors and needs, undoubtedly instinctual desires that could override any voice of reason their minds could muster in the sheer force of their true nature. It crossed your mind a few times, wondering just how much of a wolf Jack really was. Yes, he could shapeshift into a wolf and it was also part of his magical abilities but there was also more to it. The small telltales that you’ve come to discover and love were all combinations of his endearing personality combined with the inner canine in him. But in that moment, you had no doubt in your mind that Jack was very much a wolf, through and through, despite also being human too. Jack crashed into you, lips capturing yours almost viciously. Feverish kisses stole your breath away, you were wrapped so tightly in his arms that your breath was his own. It was almost dizzying how strong of a hold he had on you, his usual gentle demeanor practically nonexistent as you suddenly felt your back flat against the softness of the bed. No gradual and heated buildups, no sweet introductions or inviting glances needed from your end. You were now in the arms of a big gold-hearted wolf who had every intention of using each inch of your being to satisfy his ever-growing and insatiable need, an unquestionable yearning to claim, dominate you. There was no doubt in it, you could tell that you were going to be completely and absolutely ravished in the process. His tongue swept ravenously into your mouth, sucking on you with a whine that sent a shudder through his bulky form, your hand having brushed over the tip of his tail that had been standing tall enough for you to reach, even if it was accidentally.

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Kinktober Day 24 - Bruises

Pairing: Minho/Reader Word Count: 2.4k Tags: Bruises, pain play, caning, vibrators, butt plugs, sub!Minho, dom!Reader, gender neutral reader Kinktober 2019 Masterlist AO3 Link

(A/N: Happy birthday to minho lmao)

Minho had been acting out all day, practically begging you to punish him, sending you flirty smiles as he deliberately disobeyed you. You knew it was because it had been a little bit since the two of you had done a full scene so you couldn’t be too mad at him but by this point it was getting hard to contain your frustration. At this moment you were in the kitchen trying to get a break from his relentless efforts to get you riled up. You sighed when you saw him walk into the room, “Go away, Min, I’ll deal with you later.”

He gave you an overdramatic pout before walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You could feel him purposefully pressing his hard on into your ass, “Or you could deal with me now.” he teased, emphasizing his statement by grinding himself against your ass, letting out a soft gasp into your ear that was far too overdramatic for the minuscule amount of pleasure he was actually feeling. You grabbed his wrists and detached his arms from around your waist before spinning around. You glanced around the room cautiously to make sure no one would walk in before reaching up and grabbing his hair and roughly pulling his head back. He let out a real gasp this time at the rough treatment, “Guess I should’ve done that awhile ago.” he said through clenched teeth.

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I just watched the first episode of the second season of Invincible and OH MY GOD, can you imagine how terrifying it would be to have Mark from the other Dimension as a Yandere (whether romantic or platonic)??? I mean, he literally left PARALYZED Eve so he wouldn't have to kill her and on top of that support her so he could visit her!

Can you especially imagine a Darling without powers or abilities? The poor creature would have been TERRIFIED of Mark, probably at first, before he came back like that, they were dating and everything, but as soon as Mark saw things "right" everything turned upside down. Darling would be running away from him constantly but Mark sees it as a kind of GAME.

What if Darling tries to go with the resistance? Mark will think she was kidnapped and will go on a KILLING spree until he finds her, he always tries to maintain that "calm boyfriend" image and keep his voice soft around Darling, but it's hard to believe him or stay calm when he's COVERED IN BLOOD NOT HIS OWN.

Nolan just watches as a spectator, tries to encourage Mark to be tougher on Darling or be some kind of "mediator" but really only supports Mark in everything he decides for Darling's life. And he's like "aw, Young love".

Although I don't think he will paralyze her if she continues to run, he just believes she was kidnapped or manipulated, Darling can't leave him after everything they've been through, right? She understands things as they are, that's what she said, of course, it was before HE had to invade the earth and with half-truths, but it counts for something, right?...right?? It's okay, eventually you'll see things right.

thinking about subby mark..

my tumblr followers need to know just how much i love subby men.

you know the drill (i've only done this one time before), spiciness under cut. even though its a LOT tamer than my previous drabble, MINORS DNI!!!!!

songs - melting by kali uchis and headaches by raveena !

(no CWs! pretty vanilla bc im a sucker for soft and sweet sex)

there arent many occasions where i see mark being dommy.. mostly its just evil marks that are a lot more dominant! to me, (original) mark is so tired and just needs to be handled gently.

at the end of rough days, when he stops by your dorm, his eyes are heavy with both exhaustion and warmth.

the both of you are barely halfway through making out and hes embarrassingly hard -- hes so cute when he covers the blush that burns high on his cheekbones.

you can remember the first time you both had sex; when you had to teach him how to finger you. he was so clueless and flustered, such a virgin. now, hes almost better at fingering you than you yourself are, working his fingers in and out of you, coaxing slick out of your hole, moaning softly when he brushed your cervix. fingers softly rubbing your puffy clit. his hands were rough to the touch, but always soft when he handled you.

mark's expression begged for more when you straddle him, caressing his face softly as you guided his cock inside you. one of his eyes squeezed close as you bottomed out, hips squirming under you, grazing your sweet spot without even knowing, a breathy whimper escaping his teeth.

he would be such a sucker for praise. every good boy and sweet nothing whispered into his skin made the hair on his neck raise. his head tilted back in bliss as you rode him, kissing from his jaw to his neck with a sugary gentleness. he was utterly adorable when you coaxed little moans from his sweet mouth, hips grinding against yours and blunt nails running down your back.

when the pace your hips took on began to quicken, mark's nails began to dig a little more into your back, whimpering into your lips as you tilt your head down to kiss him, open-mouthed with all tongue and teeth. you had to wipe away a drop of saliva, mixed with both his and yours, running down his chin.

soon you found you and mark moaning into each other's mouths, rapidly approaching climax. god, he was so good for you, hitting all your sweet spots, your slick collecting at the base of his cock, smearing all over yours and his inner thighs. he's quick to press his lips against yours (a little too quickly -- your teeth slightly knock against each other) when he cums, filling up the condom. hes so desperate to chase the euphoric high, endless i love you's spilling from his mouth. you cum at the same time, your squirt running down his thigh, praises turning into incomprehensible mumbles when your brain turns mushy from climax. you slump against him, and he's so warm when cradles you with muscle-carved arms. i love you too, you say, and the grin on his face is so tired and wide that you cant help yourself from kissing it off <3

feeding on violence (for lack of a better title)

sinister!mark x reader

cw: dark content! mdni !!, noncon oral/sex (f!receiving + giving), sadism, blood & knifeplay (if u squint) degradation, impact play, corruption, mark likes to hurt reader physically, pain kink (i think), choking, face slapping, hair pulling, etc etc, a little violent so tread carefully!

“don’t be so disrespectful.” he sneered, hand tightening around your throat as he pinned both of your arms down onto the wet grass with his knees. “h-hur..ts-“ you choked out, wiggling around underneath his strong body. mark stayed silent for a moment, pushing more and more of his weight onto your arms, bruises already forming on your skin before…

you gasped, body shooting up as he floated off of you, not sure whether to check your sore upper arms or rub at your neck, his fingerprints leaving dotted dark circles around your windpipe. you coughed, catching your breath as you tried to shuffle away from the ruthless viltrumite conqueror that hovered above you.

you kicked your legs at him as he approached you slowly, fake sympathy plastered onto his face. you stared up into the soulless black goggles that covered his probably soulless black eyes, twisting your face in rage and clenching your teeth, “c’mon, don’t look at me like that… what? tryin’ to hide from me again?” mark chuckled, appearing in front of your face within less than a second and placing his hands under your armpits, hiking you up onto his lap and flying you both up to the building that looked as if it could crumble; settling on the rooftop and throwing you onto the ground.

you let out a little yelp, the unexpected impact giving you no time to save yourself and resulting in grazes on your elbows, bluntly knocking your head on the solid floor. “i would.. i-“ you were cut off, mark’s hand covering your mouth and squeezing your cheeks, “i would i-” he mocked, staring into your orbs with empty goggles, “what’re you saying to me? hurry up.” he finished, loosening his grip on your face before moving to grip your chin in between his fingers.

“i would rather die than spend another second on this invaded earth. kill me you son of a bitch.” you spat at him, closing your eyes as you waited for him to tear you in half, crush your head, rip your heart from your chest… mark licked your spit from the corner of his mouth, smiling smugly to himself. “you die when i allow it.” he growled firmly, venom lacing his words. “you die when i get bored of breaking you, y/n. what’s so hard to understand?” he spoke as if it were a logical situation for anyone to be in.

mark grabbed onto your shirt, tearing it into a million pieces before your eyes, bloody scratches forming on your ribs from where his nails had cut your skin ‘accidentally’. he was always so calculated with his movements, you wouldn’t put it past him that he definitely meant to scratch you while he tore your clothes from your body. your tits bounced free, hands automatically covering your bare chest, eyebrows furrowed together angrily as you looked up at him.

“if only looks could kill, right y/n?” he laughed, fingers hooking around the waistband of your pants and yanking them down along with your underwear, slapping your thigh sharply when you tried to back away from him again, earning a pained gasp from you.

that only made mark harder.

he grabbed your legs, pulling them apart and pushing them almost up to your head, your hands pulling at his hair and small pleas for him to stop going totally unnoticed by mark. he used his thumbs to spread your folds, examining your cunt and dipping his head down to attach his lips to your clit,

“h-hey-! no! st-stop..!” you whined, legs struggling against his vice like grip, pulling at his scalp and slapping him as hard as you could. mark only continued, flicking his hot tongue back and forth against your little sensitive bud while he kept his lips sealed to your clit; relishing in your desperate pleas for him to just get off of you and leave you be, to remove his skilled mouth from your betraying cunt that leaked sweet slick onto his chin.

mark’s tongue pressed flat against your hole, the tip threatening to slip into your- “nh-!” you moaned as he licked a fat, wet stripe all the way up your pussy, spitting on your clit while he panted, “coming off like you don’t want it but you’re making such cute little noises, wife.” you cringed at his little name for you, he knew you hated it. he taunted you with it, you were his wife: the pet.

“m’wife just needed her lil’ pussy eaten to behave right? bet you don’t wanna run away from me now…” mark noted that you had almost stopped struggling against him, any attempt would’ve been futile anyway. “we aren’t married you creep!” you yelled, mustering up all of your confidence, all of your strength, pulling back your thigh so you could connect the sole of your shoe with his face and finally—!

his hand wrapped around your ankle, shaking his head as you cowered, eyes darting to your side to avoid his eyes until- SMACK!

your right ear rang, your hand shooting up to soothe your cheek on instinct with tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. you turned to face the perpetrator who gripped your cheeks together with his hand, forcing you to face him. “can’t believe you just tried to fuckin kick me away like that, you stupid slut.” he was pissed. “think you could take me the fuck down anyway? i’m gettin’ real tired of this bitchy running away act, getting caught, i eventually find you and breaking you in, again and again and again.” mark pointed his index finger and middle finger to your forehead, almost as if he was imitating a gun; “you stupid. dumb. wet. little. fuck-box.” he punctuated each word by poking his fingers into your temple harshly, surely leaving bruises there. you didn’t dare move out of fear of being slapped again, already feeling the swelling of the side of your face.

you sniffled once, twice, before tears trickled down your cheeks. mark only shushed you, drinking in the way you looked when you sobbed at him, an action that told him that you gave up. he wiped your eyes, a smile still lingering on his smug face.

“shh, oh- baby no, please don’t cry…” he spoke softly, pretending to care, “cuz if you keep crying like that y’know i’m just gonna have to give you something to cry about, right?” he finished coldly and it made you shiver. “pl-please m’sorry-“ you cried, still as a statue. a chuckle. “oh, my sweet little wife..” he pulled you into an embrace, kissing where he had hurt you, “you will be.”

*

your knees were surely grazed and bleeding, nails digging into mark’s thighs as he fucked his dick in and out of your throat, being sure to hold you down occasionally to watch you struggle for air, gag around the girth, your jaw aching and your eyes wet with tears. you wondered if this was all a trap; if he had flown you up to the fragile building so he could expose of you here. even if you were to die, at least you still held on to your dignity. or whatever strip of it you would have left after mark was done with you.

“now that’s a good wife, if you even think about touching it with your teeth i’m gonna show you how mad i can get,” the way he spoke was almost becoming hypnotising. he was so soft, so careful with his words; his horrible, degrading words. how could one make a warning sound like a love letter? “i don’t give a fuckkk…” mark hissed as your tongue lolled against one of his thick veins, rolling his hips into your mouth while his hand remained glued to the back of your head, “..i’ll keep you here all day if i have to, break your jaw in. what’re you gonna do when it’s all dislocated n busted cuz you didn’t do a good enough job slobbering on your god, huh?”

more fake sympathy. more tears. mark licked his lips, the fear in your eyes making his head tilt back, mouth open with a groan. you looked so pretty when you cried, so harmless.

mark pulled his cock out of your mouth with a pop! sound, a string of spit linking your lips to his heavy cockhead. “did i fuck your attitude away? you gonna behave f’me now?” you knew that tone. he wasn’t playing with you. you nodded slowly, catching your breath and coughing quietly; you didnt want to tick him off. you leaned into him only to have him push your head away, “we’re not done.”

“can’t believe i fucked that smart little mouth of yours dumb.” mark shook his head, moving your body over to lay flat on the concrete, “shut you up for good.” your mind was hazy, vision blurry with tears. there really was no point in running anymore; no point in hiding away from him. he’d always find you, always.

mark positioned his hips in between yours, angry tip threatening to bully itself into your trembling cunt, trying to wiggle your hips away to try and save yourself just a little more time- “keep fucking doing that. you see what happens.” he threatened, voice sharp like razors. you would rather not find out what he would do to you, so you relaxed as much as you could, hands trying to conceal your pain-y, unsure little noises.

“that’s right— yeah, don’t run from it.. shiiit..-“ he groaned, his cock pushing past your tight little entrance. you felt full and it was only barely just the head. he was going to tear you in half, you just knew it. “don’t ever fuckin’ try to run from it ever again..” he finished, pushing himself further and further into your tight walls. you gasped, your pussy clenching around him involuntarily, clit swollen and begging to be touched.

you felt a cold presence on your chest, eyes flickering down to stare at a little scalpel you were sure he had zipped off to get so fast, it must’ve been just this second because there was not one in sight. “should carve m’name into you, wife.” he grunted as he felt your cunt swallow up his shaft, “make you bleed my name… maybe then you’ll understand.”

a strangled scream left your throat as mark slammed his whole length into you, giving your insides no time to adjust to his spitting size. “theeere we go. nice n snug… this pussy’s made for breeding, ain’t it princess?” you didn’t respond, too fucked out already to even register what he had said to you. oh well. mark pulled his hips back, observing the creamy ring that coated his dick with a triumphant sense of victory, picking up speed within seconds.

call you crazy, maybe you liked it. maybe you were starting to like it. that was all you could think of to reason with your thoughts, your thoughts telling you to sink deeper into depravity, let him leave your insides all cummy and destroyed and filled until he wanted to play with you again… you were just as fucked up.

just as fucked up, if not, worse.

ok all i can think of is super pervy & creepy incel mark w a reader who lowk knows he’s super weird and creepy with her but is like…into it. like he steals her underwear and gets off on the smell of her and she knows and is just like 🤷‍♀️😊 like maybe she finds a fucking box of her underwear under his bed while they’re hanging out and he’s like oh fuck i swear it’s not what it looks like and she’s like :0 okay but do you want another pair? 😊😊

“ and in addition to my other ask; what would be even better is a reader who is so like fucked up mentally over being into it (bc uhhh she doesn't think she should be so into her best friend being a fucking creep) and mark can tell and he's like ok so ur just a little pervert like me!— ☆ “

this is so good anon omggg—- it would also be an interesting idea to have a reader who’s kind of a bully/mean girl towards mark + he retaliates (😉) but that is a whole other concept that i am not focusing on rn haha 😅

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

you were accustomed to it by now; mark’s calloused finger tips brushing past your neck, hands wrapping around your waist or pulling you almost into his lap at times. he was just a touchy guy, you were his best friend, he’d never look at you like that!! mark just loved playing with your hair, he was just affectionate!

you knew why his hugs would linger just for a bit too long, you weren’t stupid. that’s why you weren’t the least bit shocked when you had found out where your underwear had ran off to. you weren’t shocked, weren’t exactly disappointed either. you knew what had been going on, you damn near set him up by just leaving your clothes thrown onto his bathroom floor after you would use his shower and purposely wearing short skirts and low tops whenever you would hang out with him. you’d picked up on his behaviour for a while now, so had everyone else. everyone around you could see how often mark would touch and let you walk up the stairs first so he could see up your skirt, “well i’m not gonna look up there, you know that.” “if you fall or slip, i’ll be there to catch you, y’know?” “c’mon y/n, don’t you trust me? wouldn’t you rather me accidentally see up there?” “you already walk around my house basically naked sometimes.” he justified, eventually winning you over and getting the chance to pull out his phone while distracting you with talk, taking a video from underneath your skirt.

you’d found them when you had dropped your phone down the side of his bed, going to get it before mark could protest and offer himself to grab it, he hadn’t moved that one pair of cotton white panties, the ones he had pressed up to his nose the night before, getting off to the scent of your pussy still on them. mark almost died when his fear came to fruition, you holding up your own pair of underwear that you had left your phone for.

mark’s face turned red, hand shooting forward to grab at the pair of underwear; you snatching your hand away. “i-it isn’t what you think it is!” he shouted, your eyes locked onto his. the corners of your lips turned upwards, glancing at the panties and then back to mark, “i think these are my panties. no, i’m sure.” you spoke, mark’s hands flew to your shoulders. “they must’ve g-gotten there by accident…-you’re always here, you never know, you might’ve left them here-” he stuttered, fingers digging into your skin gently, moving up to hold your face so he could give you a look of sincerity, hoping that you would believe his lies.

“d’you want more?”

he swear he heard ringing in his ears. the world seemed to slow down, his vision blurry. did you really just say that or was he actually going crazy this time? a beat, two. “what?” he breathed out, voice quiet and getting lost somewhere on the way out. “i’m wearing pink. white polkadots, lace i think.” you wondered, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt, inching it towards your upper thighs. further, further. “wanna see?” and mark feels like he’s going to explode. he was already nodding before you had even asked him if he wanted to look at your underwear, you got off of the bed, standing in front of him and lifted your skirt up. lace, just like you had promised. crimson red trickled out of mark’s nose, dick throbbing in his pants.

he looked so disheveled, half lidded puppy eyes focused on your clothed cunt, blood slowly dripping down his nose and past his chin, red staining his shirt. “can.. c-can i…” he almost drooled, hand reaching towards your thigh, needing to hold you, needing to confirm that this was real and happening. “you’re gonna let me touch you here, yeah?” his hands stuck to your waist, pulling you closer as he moved to kneel in front of you, pressing his face into your cunt and sniffing feverishly, tongue lolling out to lick you through the cloth.

“s’good… smell so f-fuckin’ good, y/n..” he groaned, you giggled. you were so perfect for him, so fucking perfect. he slid one of his hands into his pants, wasting no time in stroking his cock, jerking himself off while he sniffed around under your skirt and put his mouth around your still covered pussy, wetting the fabric and licking up your juices as soon as they secreted from your heat and soaked into your panties that mark would definitely be keeping. your hands stroked through his hair, gasping lightly when he pulled your panties to the side and instantly began sucking harshly on your clit, rubbing circles into it with his hot tongue.

this was sooo fucked up. were you taking advantage of him? would it even matter seeing as he’s obviously been taking advantage of you, stealing your underwear while you weren’t looking? you didn’t care, neither did mark. you especially didn’t care when his fingers found their way into your warm cunt, pumping in and out while he gently grazed your sensitive bud with his teeth, your fingers tightening in his hair and your chest heaving, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat as he held you still with both hands now, teeth biting down just right enough for it to make you almost jump backwards, a light squeal leaving your lips.

“taste so good… so wet f’me, getting my fingers all sticky..” he talked into your clit, tongue flicking back and forth. mark pulled away, looking up at you with lust glazed eyes, putting his fingers into his mouth and sucking your slick off of his digits. he turned you around, mouth open while he panted, hands spreading your asscheeks as his tongue began licking circles around your asshole, making you almost jump at the unexpected action. “j-just wanna touch you everywhere…” mark told you, tongue pushing past your tight little back opening, your ass clenching around his tongue as you nearly fell over onto your knees, mark steadying you.

you were always teasing him, always. he pulled his tongue out, pulling you down onto the floor with him, positioning you onto your back, hands attacking your zipped up jacket and almost tearing the clean off. no shirt. no bra. fuck, you’d done this on purpose. “so fucking hot…” he said before sucking on your now exposed nipples, other hand squeezing as if he had no idea on how to handle tits gently. oh, that was because he didn’t. he was inexperienced, but it wasn’t something that made you upset. no, quite the opposite, you liked it; the hungriness of it. the greediness, selfishness.

“no bra… practically naked under there…-“ he huffed tapping your leg so you would wrap your legs around his waist. he bent down to lick your cheek, smiling when you gave him a look of confusion, “p-perv..!” you joked, laughing at him. his cock strained, his cheeks went pink. “again… fuck, call me that again.” mark muttered, humping against you on the floor, trapping you in with his teeth tight on your shoulder. you complied, gasping and nodding, “pervert..”

he lost it, getting to his feet and keeping his hand on your head so you knew not to stand up along with him, his hand anchored in the back of your hair, using it to pull you forward so he could rub your face in his bulge, throwing his head back when you opened your mouth, sliding your lips up and down the side of his cock through his pants.

in reality, maybe you were the pervert. you couldn’t care less, your hot best friend was trying to force his fat cock all the way down your throat with his gorgeous face all ruined and flustered with your lacey-pink-and-white panties held up to his nose, your scent drove him fucking crazy, your own face streaking of mascara and your lipstick smudged around the corners of your lips. you were beautiful to him, his hips unrelenting with his messy thrusts. “nghh aaaahh.. so warm… ‘s this what pussy feels like too?” he asked, gripping your hair even tighter. “b-bet you’re tighter in there… in your cunt-“ he continued to let his tip bully the back of your neck, your throat bulging ever so slightly with each harsh thrust, catching a rhythm that made his balls slap against your chin. “c-callin’ me the perv… you’re all soaked and sicky down there…” your eyes watered, nails digging into the meat of this thighs, your cunt gushing. this was so wrong, you should know better than to let your best friend throat fuck you after finding out that he had been getting away with stealing your items of clothing for so long. “you’re the real pervert, hah..- you look so messy, f-fuck, i-i’m gonna cumdownyourthroat—“ he choked out, dick pulsing as his head rolled back, his vision blanking and hips stuttering, thick ropes of cum filling your mouth.

he was right, you were the perv. only a perv would swallow their best friend’s load and beg him to shoot the next one into your guts.

“todo—holy shit!” you moan out, clawing at any form of the bed sheets as he hunched over you, thrusting his thick cock inside you. his hands were wrapped around your hips, biting his lips as he looked down at the both of you were youre conjoined.

“mm mm, take this shit. stop runnin.” he says, rubbing his hand up and down your spine. “this what you wanted?” he asks, pressing your back down to force you face down, ass up.

you nod, curling your toes and your thighs shook. there was no way you could work tomorrow.

“fuck, yeah you do.” he groans, kissing your spine as he wraps a hand behind your neck. “you gon’ be a good girl and take this dick, princess?” he asks again, gripping at the fat of your hip.

“yess— baby, please!” you say, feeling his hand snake around and rub your clit as he thrusted harder. you squeal into the black satin pillow, a form of white cream gathering at your taint and his cock.

“fuuck, princess. good job.” he coos, landing a small smack on your ass. he pulls himself out, smacking the tip against your lower lips before he slides himself in, going a whole lot slower than before.

yeah, there was absolutely no way you were working tomorrow. not like he would let you, though..

‘ BIG OLE FREAK !! ★

𝜗℘ feat. toji, gojo, nanami, geto, choso, sukuna. whipped jujutsu kaisen men who can’t last a second without you or your puśsy.

cw. fem! reader, unprotected, overstim, pussydrunk men, dumbification, ōral (f! receiving) messy eating, car sēx (geto), slight dom choso, manhandling, boob fondling, size kinks, brēeding, phone sēx (toji), fıngering, premature ejac, impact play, dirty talk, praise.

an. thank you megan thee stallion

☆ GOJO: “HE THROW A FIT WHEN I LEAVE HIM.”

“but babyyy,” satoru pouts, pink rumpled lips curling up into a frown once you start to moderater slow your hips down. “hmph. missed you all day today,” and you moan, feeling his hot breath aerate into the inner junction of your neck. he’s so touchy, he’s got two open hands pasted to your active torso as you’re being fucked dumb. as you’re bouncing on his cock, that same canorous drawn out moan that rips from your throat never fails to sound like a harmony. “fuck, don’t go. don’t leave yet. ‘m not done with my pretty girls.”

and as he babbles his pleads for you to stay a bit longer, his hands creep toward your neglected breasts. his ‘girls’ being you and your tits. so rounded and plump. your nipples were all perky and aroused. he just had to skim a fat thumb near your sensitive nubs. as you’re leisurely riding him in reverse, you let off another moan once his reddened tip thrashes repeatedly against your achy clit. “toru, ngh. you do this everytime,” and with each bounce, your brain starts to short circuit. he’s stretching you open so much that your mouth sags open. “fuck, you’re such a brat.”

“your brat, baby,” he coos, correcting you in a sweet voice against your ear. his tone was forevermore cheeky. despite how you were ferociously riding him stupid, he still had a bit of playfulness left in him. vigorously, sharp swats of loose skin smack against each other in desperate hits and you’re feeling yourself start to froth from such elated pleasure. satoru’s broad hands remain cupped on your tits before he squeezes them, licking a wet long stripe near your neck. “but god, you’re so fuckin’ hot. gonna cum jus’ from your voice, angel.”

panting, your hips swivel in a circular rotation before you roll your eyes—hovering the weight of your knees over and into his bulky thighs. “you’d cum jus’ from me breathing, satoru.”

“you know me so well, heh,” the white-haired male sucks against your tender collarbone. so sweet, but even though he’s trying to tease you he’s already about to cum. satoru presses his thumbs into your sides before groaning gruffly. “fuck, i’m not gonna last baby. s- serious.”

“you never last, ‘toru,” you mewl out sweetly, matching the intervals of his pants.

his towering cock pokes and prods in all the right spots of your cunt repeatedly. sloppy strings of slick stick and glue against his cock and your bare ass as if it was some sort of adhesive substance. you grind your hips quicker into him, watching as he leans his head into your chest. with a gasp leaving out of your pursed lips, satoru then grabs ahold of one of your breasts, merrily popping it into his mouth. “ngh, satoru.” you whine, feeling your tender nipple get fondled by his warm damp tongue. within seconds—his licks turn into sucks and his eyes close, savoring the tasteless taste of your breast in his mouth.

with the way you’re frantically bouncing on his lap, you’re barely even steady anymore and he has to hold your tit in place so it can stay in his mouth without slipping out. satoru doesn’t mind though, as long as he gets a good taste.

your knees continue to dig into his thighs as he’s sucking on each of your tits — you whimper, watching as his pretty snowy white lashes flutter close. he’s got the most pussy-drunken grin curving against his face, faint dimples making an appearance near the crevices of his lips. he’s so pretty, you can’t help but wrap an arm around him, holding him close. “s- so good,” he whines, briefly removing his mouth from your plump mounds. with low half-lidded eyes, you watch as strands of thin spit depart away from his lips. he’s so messy, and yet he doesn’t care. satoru catches you staring before he licks near your chin real slow and seductive like. “i know ‘m pretty baby but i didn’t say you could s- stop riding m— fuck.”

he gets crudely cut off by you wrapping a hand around his slim throat, quickening your bouncy hips. satoru moans out a slutty moan and his abs as if on cue, clench and tighten. everything’s so good, he feels like he’s about to break with the way you ride him. he’s in love.

“h- hey, that’s kinda kinky,” he sheepishly says, his cock still thrusting in and out of you. satoru’s just laid back, allowing you to do all the work with your unpredictable hips. you looked so good like this though—straddling on top of him, gradually choking him. he had literal heart eyes in his pupils and your actions only made him ten times more whipped. “shit.”

but you let off a moan once he reached a certain spot after a while. it’s abrupt, and you turn dimwitted almost immediately. satoru ends up getting much closer before you though, because you can tell purely from his body language. with the way your ass circles and throws itself around his pelvis, he’s already done for. that recoil of yours could make anyone hungry for more. “fuck, ‘toruuuu,” you hiss his name, the crude skin slapping of both frail limbs making you bite the inside of your cheek. he’s holding both of your hips before with the rough clashing of rutting bodies, he whines. satoru doesn’t realize he’s cumming until you actually start to feel it pour into you.

it shoots quick into your womb, velvety ropes that make you bite your lip. it’s so so much that you feel hot spurts of it dribble down between your inner thighs. satoru’s panting heavily against your ear, ivory brows curling up together and he’s always got such the prettiest orgasm face.

his mouth remains open and a bit of drool seeps out the cracking corners. you kiss near his swollen lips as he’s dumping yet another load into you. “ughhh,” he shivers, two big hands squeezing your ass for comfort. satoru feels a slimy wad of his cum trickle past your folds and coat onto his base and he stares at it, then at you. he’s got the most feral look in his eyes before he lets off a bashful whimper. “h- have my kids, please.”

☆ TOJI — “AIN’T NOBODY FREAK LIKE ME.”

“c’mon, babygirl. put ‘er on the phone. let me listen,” toji purrs, his voice on the other end of the line raspy yet staticky.

as you sit up on the comforter with your legs prettily sprawled out, you were heavily panting. you missed him, you missed him bad. toji, like usual had work. he never exactly told you what he does for a living nor did you really care to ask. but he’d be away for hours and you couldn’t help but text or call him about your little ‘situation’ whenever you tried to touch yourself. you try to touch yourself in the way that he does but it never works. no one’s fingers could compare to his.

“o- okay,” you swallow, using a thumb to press down against the white speaker button on your phone. pulling the speaker part of the phone down towards your sopping cunt, you grow quiet, letting him get a good listen. right away, you heard the sounds of toji’s heavy breaths. he grows quiet for a good twenty seconds and you’re growing impatient. “toji? are you still th-”

“ah ah. shut the fuck up, baby. ‘m tryna hear my girl,” and you pout, dragging your middle finger down your dribbling pussy. you were a bit overly sensitive, considering. just a few minutes ago, you ended up finishing with the help of your vibrator. his voice was so stern yet you listened anyway. toji feels a strain forming inside the heavy wranglers he wore. you’re so wet, he wishes he was there just as much as you did. toji holds the phone up to his ear before grunting. “spank her for me. tell her i’ll be there real soon.”

you let off another soft moan, bringing a gentle spank towards your weeping cunt. toji hears it all, the sharp contact of your palm that thwacks against your folds goes echoes right through the phone’s speakers. your teeth dig into your bottom lip at the brief pang of pleasure that shortly follows. “toji, please. need you, can’t do this by myself.”

“aw, that’s what you get f’r not waitin’ for me to get home anyway, little girl,” a husky voice replies. you heard the groan trying to wretch from his throat as he spoke. toji was most definitely hard, but you knew more than anything, he hated whenever you touched yourself. especially whenever he wasn’t around, he thinks it’s amusing. “sound so fuckin’ wet though. jus’ pretend y’er fingers are mine, baby.”

slumping back in frustration—you sigh, hearing a gruff cackle follow seconds later. “but i can’t, ‘s not the same, toji. you do it better.”

“damn right, babygirl,” toji snickers, and his voice pitched so deep in a way that you felt yourself throbbing. the creeping timbre that rides his tone makes your toes curl up. you need him bad, it seemed like it’s been years since he’d left but it’s only been just a few hours. by now, two fingers of yours were crumped up in your drooling cunt. you make an attempt at trying to copy how toji usually does it - swirling two fingers around the inside it reaches that spongey texture. you whimper on the phone, invading your gummy walls with twin whirling digits before your pants grow louder against the speaker. “so cute. tryin’ so hard, huh. wish toji was here to spank that pussy right, hm?”

“y- yes,” you chew on your words, chafing trembly pathetic fingers near your needy cunt. you didn’t care how dumb you sounded - you wanted toji to come home. you hadn’t even realized you were now flipped over, grinding against your pillow. technically, his pillow — you were laid on his side of the bed for a reason. in hot sharp breaths, you hold the phone up to your mouth, letting off another elongated moan. toji huffs at your sweet sounds, having to turn his volume down multiple notches due to you being so loud. “toji please, come home. ‘m gonna cum without you again.”

a sly smirk compresses against his lips before he grouses through the phone. “hm. fine, hang up ‘n gimme a sec, baby.”

you didn’t know what kind of trick he had up his sleeve but you hang up. you’re panting so much, it’s almost as if you some kind of dog in hear. your fingers that remain helplessly buried in your cunt felt like they were starting to grow numb. once your thumb presses against the button to end the call, the room suddenly goes quiet.

but abruptly, the front door opens and it’s toji.

you furrow your eyebrows, confused on how he got here so quick but right as you were about to greet him with a hug, he pokes your forehead. “not so fast, baby. y’er in trouble,” and you gasp once he goes toward you, picking you up and tossing you to lie on your chest. with a rude spank, he smacks your ass. “gonna have ‘ta discipline this sloppy pussy all over again. now now, you know the drill. ass up, face fuckin’ down.”

☆ SUKUNA — “NEED YOU TO SPIT MAKE THAT MOTHERF*CKER GLISTEN.”

“tch. can’t hear or are ya jus’ plain stupid, brat? spread ‘em,” sukuna snarls, hovering right over your body.

his dark heightened stare made you gulp - just menacingly looking at you as if you was prey. his prey. crimson red eyes bore into your pretty physique as you left off a shaky breath, slowly spreading your legs apart from him. “good girl. glad ‘ta hear you can follow directions.”

a pout stretches against your lips but that soon switches once his tongue laps against your folds. you shudder, feeling the faint spiky texture of his forked tongue flick down your sobbing cunt in small strokes. from the slit, you’re drenched and he’s been craving a taste for a while. you’re laid back against the mattress whilst your toes involuntarily curl up. when it comes to sukuna, he’s never one to waste his precious time—especially whenever it came to pussy. you let off a whimper the moment he grabs ahold of your thighs, squeezing them in place. “sukuna, fuck.”

you’re met with a rude glower as he’s positioned right between your thighs. he’s moving his head side to side as he creates a long sloppy slurp.

you feel the snapping muscles in your tummy tense as his plump lips then munch against your sensitive clit.

“fuckin’ slut. walkin’ around with a cunt this soaked,” he grumbles in a muffled tone—savoring your sweet taste entirely. your stomach curls up as he’s feasting between your thighs, button tip of his nose occasionally swiping against your slobbering slit. the edges of sukuna’s serrated nails scrap down your skin gently, leaving a few noticeable marks. if it was anything the demon loved to do—it was to mark you, claim you as his. with red eyes meeting yours once more, he growls right against your pussy. “and don’t think about hidin’ those pretty moans from me this time. i wanna hear screams this time, brat.”

“f- fuck,” you whine. using a hand to grab onto the crown of his head, you comb a few fingers through his pink tresses—already feeling the weak pangs of pleasure surge through your thighs. by any second, you just knew your weak legs were gonna collapse. sukuna’s tongue was stupid, swirling everywhere inside of your pussy before his jaw starts to lock right away. “mmm, ‘kuna, spit on it.”

your cunt gets hit with an abrupt smack and you gasp, moaning from the abrupt twinge of throbs before you glance down at him.

“woman don’t tell me how to eat pussy,” he eyes you, voice full of curt. as he’s glaring at you the entire time—sukuna delves two fingers inside your sopping entrance though, scissoring his folds in your core just to watch you squirm. albeit, he does in fact spit on your pussy. it’s a stringy glossy wad, and the way it trails from his pink lips makes you convulse even quicker. sukuna’s eyes remain on you the entire time before he pulls his fingers out, slurping the new lustrous mess clean. “was gonna do that anyway, little girl.”

you almost giggle from his irritation before he playfully bites your clit — you whine, yanking his unkempt strands forward and he groans. “easy on the fuckin’ hair,” he murmurs, and as he pulls his head up a bit for air, you glance at the slick sheet of your own juices streaming down his chin. so pretty, it’s got its own kind of shine. to think that’s coming all from you, you were drenched.

“sorry,” you timidly utter, slumping back against the plump pillows. sukuna rolls his eyes at you in response, creating tender kisses against your soddened folds. with the way your thighs were trembling, it was adorable. you couldn’t stay still to save your life. he was sucking everything out of you, vacuuming all of your juices with just his mouth. the slurps were so lewd and loud that it bounced off the walls. “ohmygoddd.” you squeal, growing more whiny the harder his sucks become. sukuna’s pace of his tongue never falters and every few seconds, he spits against your pussy just to lap it right back up again.

the demon groans, staring at his mess he made. his own saliva pours down your slit and its pretty.

he drags a middle finger down, dipping it inside of your wet folds. the noises you made too were just carnal. sloshes of crying squelches reverberate through his royal chambers and he snickers. how pathetic, getting this soaked for someone like him. sukuna doesn’t care that his jaw tightens and locks. he groans, slowly trailing his tongue everywhere. he even guides it toward your puckering hole that’s drooling with slick too.

“can’t forget about her,” he groans, feeling himself get hard. sukuna most definitely had a boner, he had one every time he went down on you. “fuckin’ sloppy girl. ‘s exactly what you are,” and he moves his tongue back up toward your cunt before starting to tongue fuck you. you moan, still having a hand attached to his hair like it was velcro. “my sloppy girl though. ain’t that right?”

and before you were about to speak again, he spanks your cunt raw, spurts of your wetness slicking another glossy sheet onto his palm. sukuna’s eyes are at your pussy, barely even acknowledging your presence anymore. “keh. thought so. good girl.”

☆ NANAMI — “MY BODY ADDICTIVE IT’S DRIVIN’ HIM CRAZY.”

gentle fawn eyes ogle at you up and down as you’re prettily sprawled out on the bed. nanami can’t help but press a soft kiss onto your forehead as he’s slowly inserting himself inside.

“so perfect,” he murmurs, showering your skin with even more kisses. his lips were tender. you feel the prodding tip of his cock gradually disappear inside of your cunt before you exhale deeply. “mhm, always clamp around me so good. that’s it just relax. eyes on me, gorgeous.”

you look up at him and nanami’s face softens. teasingly, he tilts his head as he sees you biting your lip—making a cute attempt at trying to suppress any incoming moans. “hi, my love,” a gruffly sweet tone utters to you, softly gripping your chin. “there’s those pretty eyes i fell in love with.”

“k- kento,” you whimper, your back involuntarily starting to arch the further he pushes his dick inside. nanami groans, feeling himself being in brief shock by just how warm you were from the inside. whine after whine robs out of your throat before he’s trying to get you adjusted—he’s already starting to feel your slick treacle juices slabber down his lengthy base. it’s a squelching ‘pop’ once he’s finally in and his slender long fingers intertwine with yours. “fuck, kento.”

nanami shakes his head from each swear that comes from your lips. it’s cute. blond brows curl up together before he gently lifts up your leg, making it sling up over his tense right shoulder.

“my my, you’ve got quite the filthy mouth, honey,” and his words were as smooth as silk. as he’s making sure not to be too rough, his body continues to rut into you, respectfully pounding you into the creamy cottony sheets. a thumb of his curls against your bottom lip before he deepens his angle just a tad bit. “m- my love, oh,” and for a split second, nanami’s voice cracks. your cunt’s so good and drenched that he for one was practically speechless. nanami squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. he huffs out individual heavy pants from his full lungs before his hands roam all over your body. you were perfect, his fingers were hot and burning with parched heat - the same kind of heat that radiates against your skin. he’s hovering over your body, tenderly grinding his sharpened hips into you whilst his mushroom tip repeats to thrash against your throbbing clit.

nanami was always respectful when he fucks. missionary was forever his favorite because of the loving eye contact.

he’s stuffing you full of inches while staring right in your eyes, serenading you with a song of all the right compliments. you’d always throb, feeling that same mixture of glutinous slick trickle its way down your thighs. “kento don’t stop, please,” your arms throw around him, using a thumb to strum down his fading undercut. it’s soft, bristles of hair glide against your digit before the screeching squelches of your pussy abruptly snap you back to reality. as the bed wails and dips from the constant jerks and jarring movement - you start to grow dumb. his cock stretches right through you, curling its way into your walls while making its very mark. with the way your mouth was hanging open, he can’t help but silence your sweet forbidden moans with a kiss. “mmph.”

moans, now muffled get poured into his lips as his body continues to shift against you. he’s so warm that it’s almost a burning hot. nanami’s hands gingerly run down your skin, touching you everywhere just so he can feel you shiver from his contact. “i know, i know,” he whispers between sultry kisses, briefly sucking against your bottom lip. his balls were always swollen whenever it came to you. you whine, feeling a few strands of his hair tickle against your forehead—he’s so close. minty breath gets caught by your nostrils as your legs wrap themselves around his waist. “that’s it. jus’ let me love you, let your husband remind you how perfect you are, good girl.”

his words create a school of fluttering butterflies in your tummy. nanami can’t keep his hands off you, literally. he touches everywhere, nipping a few kisses at your skin as he’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear. he’s purring against your nude flesh as you try to match his crazed pace. “kento, ‘m gonna cum. gonna cum, fuckk,” you suddenly babble out, shaking directly underneath him. you were so cute—his eyes soften as you’re stammering about your incoming release. plump soft lips press against your forehead as he’s still sweetly driving his hips into your walls. “please.”

by this point, both lips were departed from each other and he’s got two buff arms resting on opposite sides of your body. the smell of the air in the room was almost too strong. a mixturing scent of sweat and devoted bodies moving together in harmony. he groans into your neck, pressing a few more kisses at your skin. “c’mon, you can make a mess on me,” and he cups your face, witnessing right before his eyes as you’re about to approach your calamitous rapture. it’s like a wave but it’s crashing at full speed. you whine, collected breaths starting to pick up as the crown of his cock steadily thrashes around the shallow depths insides of your swollen cunt. nanami can feel your throbbing intensify and he starts to grow just a bit more relentless with his tempo. “make a mess, yeah. ‘s okay, your husband’s gonna clean you right up like always.”

nanami’s words were so sweet — he’s talking you through it whilst he’s got his hands cupping your face. strangled moans die from your throat before one tap of his cock against that spot was the final straw. your pussy constricts around his thickset base before you whimper. “f- fuuuuck,” a long moan leaves out of you as the build up pressure finally releases. his body lies flat against you as he’s gradually slowing down, whispering all sorts of praises against your ear in a shaky voice as you’re finally coming undone on his weighty shaft. your eyes widen before you bite into his neck, muffling your loud moans as you cream all the way down to his hilting base.

you’re speechless—and with your breath literally being taken away from you, your arms remain fragile, thrown over nanami’s shoulders. again, you’re met with the most kindest fawn eyes and he sheepishly smiles at you, sweat beads racing down the sides of his forehead. “such a good girl. even as a mess you’re still so p- perfect— fuck,”and he chokes up on his sentence, his voice suddenly turning raspy. your cunt grips him tight, never wanting to let go and he grits his teeth at the feeling. mousy dilated pupils flicker back until a flashing color of white could only be seen from his sockets. it was sexy, nanami loses himself for a moment before he slumps into your chest, hiccuping at how he came and sounded so so lewd—so pussy drunken all of a sudden. “oh, forgive me for my foul language m- my love. you really—made a mess out of me too it seems.”

☆ GETO — “THESE WINDOWS TINTED SO NOBODY SAW.”

“that’s my good girl,” geto leans back against the leather driver seat, occasionally using a palm to swat against your ass.

he’s smacking the right cheek specifically, featuring skin against skin sticking amongst each other from the perspiring sweat. he groans at the springy recoil your ass gives him every time before he gives your rear a squeeze. “fuckin’ ride it, yeah. slut this sloppy pussy all over me, sweetheart.”

“s- suguru,” you whine staring deep into his eyes. he’s so pretty, lazily slouched and reclined back with the most smuggest grin on his lips. the only sounds that could be heard in the parked vehicle was the sounds you, your sloppy cunt, and the loud bangs of raindrops that hit against his tinted windows. you continue to grind your hips into him before he spanks your ass again and again. “fuck, ‘s big. you’re always so fuckin’ big.”

“someone complaining?” he raises a brow, although you know he’s just teasing. like always, he’s watching as you struggle to keep up your pace. his fat cock was perfectly tugged into your walls and you felt like at any given moment, he’d split your pretty pussy open. “hm?” he opens his mouth tauntingly, the car’s entire build starting to jerk and judder from the powerful movements. a hand of his cups your chin before he rubs a thumb over your spit-glossed lips. “yeah, no back talk now huh, princess. less talkin’ more riding, uh huh.”

you wanted to roll your eyes but you couldn’t. he’s staring at you and eating up all of your dramatic facial expressions. the way your brows knead together and your lips part — that sweet sweet ‘o’ that forms from your mouth prying open, blissful whines tearing from your windpipe. he’s so thick, it’s almost unfair. the car continues to shake as your bouncing against his dick progresses at a more hurried speed. “s- shut up suguru.”

“ooh,” he hums, teasingly starting to bounce his thigh. even more friction, and both rows of your teeth clench together before you let off a sweet battle-crying moan. right there, his tip starts to smack and kiss up against a stretchy part that’s dug directly into your walls. you feel it and multiple hairs stand up near the nape of your neck. geto watches as your eyelids become droopy and you’re already so dick-drunk. it’s adorable, weak arms of yours toss themselves over his broad built shoulders and you feel a sudden quiver shockwave inside your thighs. “yeah, fuck me girl. don’t slow down. give it t’ me. shut me up with your pussy, how ‘bout that, huh.”

you give him a glare but geto only snickers, bringing another open palm toward your left ass cheek to spank it. you moan, your angered scrunched up muscles in your face relaxing before you whimper. “fuck, fuck,” and his turgid balls resume to pummel all through your gripping walls. there’s a candied taste in your mouth, the quicker you ride him—the more you taste it. it’s salty, bittersweet until your throat starts to leisurely grow dry. geto groans, sliding his foot away from the brake before he grabs ahold of your hips once more. “suguru, ‘m gettin’ close, fuck.”

“yeah, yeah,” he huffs, dark eyes glancing toward your chest — he observes the way your tits bounce, matching your rhythm by slamming you further down on his cock. it’s so cute, you were an entire mess. whilst you’re losing yourself on his dick, he pulls you close into him. “easy. baby. slow down a bit for me. ‘s not a rush, mhm,” and as his husky voice purrs into your ear, your cunt throbs. he even flicks his tongue against the shell of your ear just to hear you whimper louder. his cologne was loud, invading the entire space of the car. it was a mixture of burning leather and geto’s rich manly scent. it was no denying, he smelled so good that it was just intoxicating. obediently, you start to slow your hips crazed tempi to his liking and he sexily throws his head back - adam’s apple bobbing in response. “fuck, yeah. right there, jus’ like that. i gotcha. nice ‘n slow, good fuckin’ girl.”

the sounds of your sopping pussy only get louder before his teeth tenderly bite into your neck. you moan, feeling a balmy chill ghost near the hairs that run down your collarbone. he’s letting you fuck yourself stupid and it’s almost like you were floating. whining, you reach between your legs to feel your convulsing cunt. you’re close, so close.

“s- sugu,” you whimper, feeling that familiar sensation of heat swimming its way toward the lower pits of your stomach. “fuck, fuck.”

“cum with me baby,” he coos to you, guiding your hips with two big hands. your ears felt like they were constantly popping the more you rode him. he’s groaning from your sloppy rhythm and how good your ass thwacks and thwacks. against him. but just as he whispered those words—geto squints his eyes at his rear view mirror. with a hand still attached to your hips, he spots a luminescent light mixture of blue and red. he grows sheepish, realizing he probably shouldn’t have pulled over at this particular spot. .

as you’re still riding him, he grunts as he spots the officer steeping out. slouching back against the driver seat and running a hand through his darkened sable locks, he sighs.

“well shit.”

☆ CHOSO — “I GOT ‘EM ADDICTED HE FIENDIN’.”

“princess, y’know i don’t like when you run from me,” choso groans, reeling your hips back into him.

you gasp, hearing the slight rasp in his tone. his thick cock plummets through your walls and without the support of his hands, you’d have well collapse on the mattress. your limbs were already weak and flimsy enough as it was. he’s been fucking you for hours, nonstop. choso couldn’t get enough. “c’mere, don’t run from me.”

a tiny whine pours from your lips as you feel a few fingers of his curl around your neck. your back naturally arches and you bite your lip. “fuck, ‘cho,” you huff, the sharp smacks of your hips roughly hitting against his pelvis making him hiss. his favorite part. dark irises glance down toward your ass before he spanks you. one spank turns into one, then two, then three. the bed cries from the combining pounds of weight as he’s drilling into you, having the stamina equivalent to a stallion. “ohmygod, choso. right there baby, ngh.”

your lewd little moans alone were enough to get him off. arched thin brows tug together as he drags you back closer into him. he’s still got a hand wrapped around your throat before he pushes his hips further into you at full throttle.

“mhm, good girl. take it, fuckin’ take it,” and you can hear the hoarse in his tone pitching his delivery. your cunt’s weak ily squelching and squealing out all kinds of noises. you were soaked. choso’s droopy eyes continue to stare down your ass, spotting a few sweat droplets race down your spine. “so pretty. all mine, pussy’s all mine,” he grunts through gritted teeth, and your ass gets met with another smack. “c’mon, baby. gotta meet me halfway though. arch better, yeah?”

“s- sorry,” you sheepishly murmur, feeling another incoming moan try to choke its way out of your throat. he’s hitting you so deep, choso’s ravaging your walls and massaging them thoroughly. every part, every corner, every crevice. through and through—you straighten your arch before feeling his hips grind slower into you. with his pace, it’s almost hypnotic. “shit,” you whimper, trying to match his sudden changed rhythm. he’s fucking you slow but deep, tongue already starting to loll out. “choso, ‘m gonna cum.”

you hear a scoff before he leans further in, planting a wet kiss near your back. “nuh uh. not yet,” and with a piston of his hips, he lightly pushes your head into the silky sheets with a hand. “fuck, soakin’ me so good, princess. nasty girl,” he breathes, hearing your gurgled moans escape from your lips. your pussy was almost louder than you — a plethora of sloppy sounds sing out of your folds and he purposely grows quiet just to hear it. “heh, love when she does that. always got so much to say.”

“c- choso,” you squeak, shimmying your hips back into him. the dark-haired male can’t help but press two thumbs into your hips, feeling against the entire curvature - so pretty. you had his entire cock drenched with your gooey slick and he only wanted more. you’re pawing desperately at the satiny sheets to hang on as he’s continuing to jut his fat cock further into you. “ngh, cumming!”

choso holds your hips steadily in place—but he groans, feeling his swollen balls approach its peak at the same exact time. thick fingers of his pierce into your skin before abruptly, a geyser ripples right out your folds. you’re creaming all down his cock, gasping before he shortly follows. it’s runny, pumps and pumps of sweltering hot cum dribbles into your sobbing cunt. choso’s hair was shaggy, few black tresses of strands stick against his skin with the help of clingy sweat before he growls. “fuck . . me,” and his chiseled abs clench with his head throwing itself back. yet as he’s stuffing you full of load, his hips start up again and you let off a moan. “baby, can’t let it go to waste. keep up, need it. need you.”

you let off a moan, ruthlessly being pounded into the fat cushions of the mattress before unexpectedly—you hear a ear splitting crack. choso ignores it, still driving his hips deeply into your core before that’s right when the headboard falls with a blaring shatter. your eyes widen as you flinch at the now broken furniture—feeling the weight of the bed collapse inward. the bed breaks but chcoso’s entirely unfazed. “c- choso, the bed b- broke.”

“so?”

“s- so?” you moan, his blushing tip repeatedly kissing up against your swollen sweetest spots. “the bed’s broken—”

“baby, ‘s okay,” a low voice murmurs, watching with blown pupils as your slick coats an entire translucent colored ring around his hefty base. choso groans, licking his lips before slowly pulling out, only to plug his weeping spilling cum right back into your cunt.

“don’t worry about the bed. gonna break your pussy next, anyway, heh.”

sal;; im currently thinking about shy boy kageyama who masturbates to you every night but also can’t form a coherent sentence when he’s around you <3 just,,, shy boys who seem so innocent and sweet but are closet perverts/degenerates add years to my lifespan

tw, creepy behavior lowkey 😭 idk kageyama is a pervert lol

omg ... omg wait ....... he’s all red and flustered around you always, the simple brush of your hand against his has him malfunctioning. whenever he sees you at his games he loses it. whenever you smile at him or wave at him from a distance. or god forbid, hug him. he’s thinking about that hug for the rest of the week, about the way your body felt against him, the way he could feel everything.

and if one day you accidentally leave your jacket behind or something, of course his first instinct is to take it. not for any other reason than to keep it safe for you, of course!! he wouldn’t want anyone stealing it, right? that’s the right thing to do, yes? he’s gonna take it, bring it with him tomorrow, and that’s that!

but then he brings it home and flops it on his chair, and finds that he can’t stop stealing glances at it while he lays on his bed. and inevitably he gives in, standing and grabbing it, laying back on his bed. he just— he just wants a feel. just one. there’s nothing wrong with this, right? he’s just— he’s just making sure there’s nothing wrong with it, making sure it’s in perfect shape for you. what if he were to return it and there’s a stain or something? the blame would fall on him and that’s just — that’s awful!

unsurprisingly, it’s so soft in his hands, so warm. and — and it smells like you. unconsciously, he’s bringing it up to his face, pressing it against his nose and inhaling deeply. god it smells so much like you. like your shampoo, your lotion, your perfume. it’s almost like you’re right there with him, sitting across from him. if he closes his eyes tightly enough, he can envision it perfectly. you, sitting all perfect and pretty, perched up on your knees, smiling at him, laughing with him, calling him cute.

his hand moves on its own accord down along his chest, to palm at the bulge in his shorts. pressing the jacket harder against his face, breathing in deeply, he frees his cock and begins to stroke at it. it’s always a dream touching himself to you; your name is always perfect when it falls off his tongue, the thought of you tightening his chest and the coil in his belly in the most intoxicating way. but now that he’s got your scent latched onto him, now that he can smell you so— so directly, it’s perfect. it’s more than just a dream. it’s heaven. he pumps his cock faster, harder, mouth parting against the jacket and small lines of drool spilling from his dumb mouth.

“hngh— h— oh, oh, you feel so good,” he’ll moan helplessly, as if you’re right there, because with the smell of you everywhere, clouding his brain, it genuinely feels like it. he groans and whines out your name repeatedly, and cums seconds later, the hardest he’s ever. his fist tightens around himself as his hips thrust up slowly, cum spilling and oozing out from the tip, onto his shirt, staining it.

he claims to have forgotten to return it, but the truth is obvious. he can’t bring himself to, not when it’s right there for him. every day, without fail, he cums to the scent of you, and it’s only when it starts to wear off, that’s when he considers returning it. the way you thank him for finding it, hugging him so tightly, even kissing his cheek, is something kageyama dreams about for the next couple of weeks.

and when he finds your scrunchie forgotten and misplaced some other day, well— it’s like you’re asking for it. he snatches it before anyone can see, and brings it home with him, and fucks through it. this one he can keep, he decides. he’s ruined it with his cum anyways— you wouldn’t even want it back.

Good Girl

gif credit amancanfly

Synopsis: Henry is at the gym testing the new Glute Drive while his longing wife drops by to visit and decides to play a little wicked game of teasing. 

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Word count: 4.2K

Warnings: Explicit, this is basically ALL smut. Slight SubMale / DomFem then a lot of DomMale / SubFem, dry humping, cock teasing, dangerous driving, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink (I am all the kinks today), unprotected sex and bodily fluids!

A/N: Okay so this fic was born out of the UNHOLY union between this thread and the video of Henry going “good boy” at Kal. Many thanks to my darling @agniavateira​ for helping me proofread this!

Title: Good Girl

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Could you recommend some brat tamer imagines/drabbles? Whether Henry or one of his roles I don’t mind, and whether yours or other writers are also fine either way 🥰🥰

Well, well, well! Hello, Hello, Hello. Brat Tamers happens to be my speciality. 

Brat Taming Masterlist :3

Henry

Morning Person Herny x Reader (Smut, dom/brat, cockwarming) Henry is a morning person, you, on the other hand, are the complete opposite and you’re being a major spoiled brat about this, so now he has to punish you.

Not now, Kitten - Henry x Reader (Smut, Dom/Sub, punish sex) Henry is busy building his new gaming PC, but you just woke up feeling extremely bratty and wanting his attention. Well, not you poked the bear.

Like Sugar Henry Cavill x Reader (Fluff to Smut, FemDom, Sub!Henry, slight cockwarming, sexual intercourse, dirty talk, mild bratty behaviour. ) Henry has to wake up at 4:30 am during workdays, but you are having none of it this morning. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Blue - Henry Cavill x Reader (boat sex, slight oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, soft sex turns rough, doggy style, a bit of Male!Dom vibes, slight ass smacking and pussy spanking, creampie) You tease Henry for becoming old and… soft. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Good Girl - Henry x OFC (ALL smut, male/Dom, punishfucking, public)   Henry is at the gym testing the new Glute Drive while his longing wife drops by to visit and decides to play a little wicked game of teasing.

Pretty when you Cry - Henry x OFC ( MaleDom, oral, breeding) Henry can be overprotective and asked his lady several times not to do her own dangerous stunts while filming. But she chooses to defy him and that’s gonna cost her.

69 works just fine - Henry x Reader ( oral sex, both ways oral sex, 69, need I say more? Graphic description of sex and bodily fluids, soft daddy kink, light brat/daddy dynamic. ) 🎃 NEW 🎃 You challenge Henry about the infamous 69 Position and he is keen on showing you how very wrong you are.

It’s On - Henry x OFC (2nd person, smut, Henry’s revenge, bondage, teasing)  Henry gets revenge for being locked in the basement.  

Keep your eyes open - Henry x Reader (smut  Dom/Sub, mutual masturbation, facial, bodily fluids all over, mention of oral performed on a man.) 🎃 NEW 🎃 Henry makes you touch yourself while having you on a spreader.

AU MaficBoss Henry - Crystal Ship - Henry x OFC (Smut, WIP)A dangerous crime lord in England, who has everything he wants, but what really gets him off is what’s hard to get.

|Part 1|Part 2|  (part two more on the bratty vibes)

It can’t wait - Henry Cavill x Reader (Smut, semi-public rough sex, MaleDom) Dirty rough elevator sex with Henry

Drabbles

Don’t test me pet -  Henry x Reader (Suggestive)  

Henry angry-fucking you on the hood of his car - Henry x reader (smut)

Brats on their worst behavior 🎃 NEW 🎃

Henry chasing you - Henry x Reader (Smut)

Cockwarming Revenge for lusting Capt. America  Henry x Reader (Smut)

Getting punished by Henry's characters

Captain Syverson

Bad Girls Don’t Get to Play - Syverson x Reader (Explicit smut) You’ve been a naughty girl, Private, thirsty for the Captain’s attention while he’s busy leading the base. Time for you to learn some freakin’ respect and patience.   

Bring it On - Captain Syverson x Reader ( Fluff to smut. Slight Dad!Sy, teasing, kitchen sex, light ass smacking, banter, groping, slight fingering, dirty talk, grinding, cockwarming)  Ever since your dear husband Syverson got back from his deployment he’s been way too busy to pay you any attention so you decide to try and draw him by force.

And basically Lines in the Sand series

Drabbles

The Captain Spanking your ass because you are a brat (spanking)

Angry back-alley sex with the Captain - Syverson x OFC (Smut, angry sex)

August Walker

The Big Bad Wolf - August x OFC ( abuse of power, rough cage fucking, hatesex, unprotected sex, hinted breeding, risky creampie, possessive behaviour. On the safe side it’s borderline dub-con.) If there is anything August enjoys it’s breaking those who resist him. Now trapped in his little cage, the little bird has no where to fly to

Daddy’s Girl - August x OFC  (Explicit Smut, hatefucking)   She walks around pretending she is better than him. August is going to show her who is the king around here.

Drabbles

August finding his woman snooping (Dark! Implied sex)

Nagging August at Work - August x Reader (Smut)

Distracting August with yoga August x Reader (smut)

Walter Marshall

Overprotected  - Walter x OFC (Smut, maleDom, bondage sex) Walter doesn’t like his wife walking around late in a tight dress, he decides to show her who is in charge.

Discipline - Walter x OFC (Male POV, Smut, fingering, squirting MaleDom) Walter doesn’t like it when his woman is acting promiscuously.  

The Kitten and the Bear - Walter x OFC (smut, maleDom vs. Brat) - Collab with @wolvesandhoundshowltogether​​   After a night of drinking in town get Walter’s bratty wife ends up with pure chaos and the overprotective grumpy husband is having none of her shenanigans.     | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Geralt of Rivia

Little Red, Big Bad - Geralt x OFC (Smut, maleDom/Fem Sub) Don’t walk alone in the woods, and sure as hell don’t play with the big bad wolf because these fangs are sharp and will bite back.

Sherlock Holmes

Means to an End - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, ass smacking with a cane)   Sherlock punishes you for giving him an oral in public

Crime and Punishment - Sherlock x Reader (18th century patriarchy, hinted smut, possessive behaviour, slight spanking, slight fingering, hinted loss of virginity, abuse of power, punishment, bratty behaviour, hinted age-gap) 🎃 NEW 🎃 you were caught snooping around in Sherlock’s study and he is all but done with your behaviour.

The Devil’s Tongue - Sherlock x OFC (Smut Manhandling, abuse of power, MaleDom/FemSub, thigh riding, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, mild mentions of blood, sex in front of the mirror, profanities, bodily fluids, possessive behaviour.) A mask of virtue hides a man riddled with lust and while his stoicism proceeds him, even he can’t withstand a begging girl.

Penny Dreadful - Sherlock x ofc (Smut, ass-smacking, primal play, rough-sex) Sherlock is cold, troubled and upset, his mind is fixed on cracking an unsolved murder. It’s the worst time to disturb him. But his hot-blooded little succubus wants to drag him into sin.

His Dominion - Sherlock x Reader -  smut, orgasm denial, fingering, virginity, MaleDom/FemSub, oral sex (man receiving), hinted kidnapping, bodily fluid. You would think a gentleman like Sherlock is a tender lover, but the brilliant detective is merely a wolf in a sheep’s clothing, and you happen to his favourite meal.  

Drabbles

Sherlock fucking you over the pool table - Sherlock x Reader (smut)

Freya, the "It's On" story... please I need to know more!

“Now which hole should I claim first?” 

Which one does he claim first? How many rounds does he go? What does he do? How innovatively does he punish? All holes? 🥵

I neeeed to knowww!!

Girl you cannot leave me hanging and aroused like that!! Please I need more 🥺

Oh you are a curious little kitty aren’t you? So what does happen next in It’s On?...

Summary: After being locked up in the basement, Henry sets loose and gets his revenge.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x ofc (1st person pov)

Warning: 18+, RPF, poetic anal sex, vaginal sex, fingering, double penetration I guess, creampie, maleDom, bondage, punishment. If these theme bother you then don’t read it.

A/N: This is a basement AU, this niche, this is somewhat of a smutty crackfic. It turned out poetic but I wrote it early morning in bed...Not Beta’d.  we die on our mistakes like August slipping off a cliff, kissing a hook and crashing into raging fire.

It’s on - part two

The air was damp with lichen scented mist and the heat of our bodies as he held me in restraint. His hand groped, squeezed and seared the muscle beneath my shivering skin.

"Not so smart and mouthy now that I'm in charge..." he provoked with a smack and broke to a malevolent chuckle at the bounce my body made.

"Oh c'mon now, pet, you thought it was funny when it was me tied up to that chair and bound to your mercy."

Dutifully spitting on his hand, he reached to coat his thick shaft with saliva, preparing himself for the imminent conquest of my body. Another low growl reverberated through the basements rackety walls at the touch of his own coarse hand over his shaft.

It's been far too long since he yielded the freedom to touch himself.

Bound and bent on the desk, I could only do so much as squirm beneath the imprisonment of his body. My empty core ached for his intrusion, twitching, throbbing like a begging whore, wetness glistened over the back of my thighs, and Henry laughed once more as he pressed himself between my petals.

"Go slow," I pleaded, "I want to enjoy you, I want..."

But my words were broken by a hiss. The touch of Henry's bulbous monster stole my ability of speech; instead, I emitted pathetic little whimpers, urging him to invade my flesh. 

Tears of joy almost sprang as he gently pushed.

"Hmm", Henry uttered but then slowly slid the tip higher, tracing the fine path until he reached my puckered ring.

"Oh!"

"We never tried this one before, haven't we?"

'Fuck.'

Before I could even prepare myself for the foreign sensation, he pressed inside - slow like honey drizzle, he made every inch meaningful as he sank into the bottomless dark pit.

"Fuck!!!"

We both cried out - the pain of being split open, taken in the forbidden cavern made my entire body stiffen with surprise, and yet I wanted him even deeper,  paying no mind to chaste biddings, nor to my discomfort. 

Holding onto the strap of the belt wrapped around my throat, he drove further into my ass, anchoring himself in the sea of darkness until his heavy sack pressed into the pillows of my rear.

The sensation was astonishing, almost making him collapse atop my body and the pressure, by god! The taunting pressure of having him stuff the wrong orifice and leave my dripping pussy abandoned made me want to howl.

"Please, fill every inch of me!"

Always the pleaser, he glided a hand between my slippery folds and penetrated my cunt as finally, he began thrusting inside me. I was almost embarrassed by how quickly my canal seized him, tightening around his long fingers as he fucked both holes.

"I can feel myself moving," he gasped, curling and angling his fingers deep within; he sought to sense the press of his rod through the thin muscle. Groaning with amazement, he began to push and pull, his rhythm a punishing pace, every slam of his hips against my ass, every drag of his too-large cock inside my tight canal, reminding me my place.

And god, I wanted it, the humiliation, the sense of being captured, prodded and taken in such sin. The awkward twinge further increased the blooming pleasure - like a virgin... only far more corrupt.

I sobbed as I broke into an unearthly delirium, falling apart as his thumb moved gently above my clit and his fingers spread inside me.

"Good Girl," He choked out, pleased at the spectacle of my climax, "where do you want me to come?"

"I don't... I don't.. care!"

But I did care. As Henry suddenly pulled from my battered anus and plunged into my cunt I thought I would die of bliss. Walls still swollen and tender from my orgasm, I felt him in every cell of my body. In my head, the blood throbbed, and I quaked and jolted against him like an obedient bitch.

"Forgive me, my love," he mumbled incoherently and latched his fingers around my neck, pulling me up as he began to fuck me with vigour.

It wasn't meant to last.

Two heaving, slamming sweaty bodies. We lost ourselves in this carnal euphoria. Within minutes I faltered once more, my rapture even further intense as now my womb milked around his cock.

"Inside me!" I cried, "come inside me!"

For a moment, I was in charge again, and Henry was my servant. Giving me everything I yearned for, he panted and moaned with despair, bottoming out until his held felled, and like a thin glass statue, he shattered into million bits and pieces, overflowing my womb with his bountiful white bliss.

"Did I hurt you too much?..." he asked carefully, relieving the belt from my neck and kissing the blades of my shoulders.

"A little..." I admitted, "but in a good way."

Spreading his apology with dozen butterfly kisses, he embraced me and then pressed his bristly cheek to my nape.

"Does this mean I can move into the bedroom?"

Girl, You Earned It!

Synopsis. Just the típ? Don’t make him laugh.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, “just the típ” trope, REALLY pússydrunk boys, marathon séx, cúmplay, semi-exhíbitionism (Nanami’s), bréeding, Geto’s rings omg, Geto’s a bit mean, creampíe, spítting, FÉRAL Gojo, best friend! Choso, fírst times (Choso’s), chokíng, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.4k

A/N. Smooches to that one anon for inspiring this. Hope y’all have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Handle it.

It was a familiar little song and dance - Toji’s favorite one at that. 

It’s around his fourth orgasm that night, head thrown back against the pillows to watch with a lewd little leer at the way you’re stuttering your limp hips down, down, down his long, swollen cock. Those glossy lips of yours sagging open to whine, “Too full, Toji! C-can’t ngh- handle it-”

Ah, it never gets old. 

Toji finds his brows knitting together in mock concern, cooing in a baritone voice, “Awww, my girl’s poor pussy can’t handle it?” 

At your bleary nod, he snakes a hand down as if to confirm, thumbing apart your puffy folds. All quivering and glistening with his seed in the dim lighting, “She’s too full? Too stuffed to take  hah- even my tip?”

Without any warning, you feel long, thick fingers splay out across your lower stomach. Pushing down - hard to make your poor cunt gush all around him. Coating his aching cock with a sheen of the cum he’d stuffed inside not so long ago. “There we go.” he breathes, sounding so utterly smug, ‘We have space now, right?“

“Oh, fuck yes- Toji– fuck fuck fuck-”

“Shhh shhh, s’alright. And since m’feeling so nice, I promise s’gonna be jus- hah- jus’ the tip.” he grins, eyes so greedy and crazed when he looks down at the way you’re sucking him up so greedily. Your pussy lips bulging around the top of his thick head. “M’kay?”

And Toji’s cock was already so big - so rock-hard - that no matter how much he’d split you apart on his cock before, just his fat head squeezing past your sloppy entrance feels like he’s pushing all the way into your lungs. Your hazy brain. 

Fucking out every coherent thought out of you with each shallow grind up into your gummy walls just to fit inside. Slow, languid - just teasing you. 

“Hah- couldn’t ‘handle me’ my ass.” he’s spitting out from underneath you, mean fingers holding your precarious body still for him to pummel into. “The fuck are you hngh- doing now then, huh? Taking me so well.” 

An embarrassed mewl is being ripped from your throat when that little divot on the end of Toji’s cock is brushing against your sweet spots. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you realize that he’s just barely managed to squeeze his tip into your tight pussy, “I-I ngh-”

To which his palm comes down with a sharp smack! on the fat of your ass. 

“Jus’ the tip n’ you already can’t hah- speak?” he grins up at you, painful cock twitching with delight when you clench around him at the sting. Loving this slow, agonizing torture for the both of you. “Use your words properly, doll.”

You huff, nails digging into Toji’s plush pecs to stabilize yourself on top of him. “Thought I was too- hah- full. Thought I couldn’t handle havin’ you inside me again.”

“Heh- well what did I t-tell, ya?” he grunts, hips still thrusting - still pushing in mindless, semi-thrusts up. Wondering if you could feel his cum sloshing around inside you like he could. “As if I don’t know my girl’s pussy- As if I can’t handle this p-pussy. As if this pussy can’t handle me-” 

One hand dances back down to push further against your front. Dredging up every last glob of his seed down your sloppy cunt, forming a creamy ring at his base that he groans at. “Y’can handle it now, right?” The other glides the pads of his fingers across your needy clit, making you arch your body down in surprise. His cock slipping deeper down your pussy, “Fuuuuck yeah, you can definitely handle it now.”

“Toji.” you let out a warning. Your already-ravaged cunt so sensitive. Fingers tightening to leave neat little marks of red down his sculpted skin, “Thought you p-promised it was jus’ gonna be the ah- tip.”

Because his movements were getting deeper. Dangerous. 

Still shallow - but purposeful enough that you were sliding way past “just his tip”. And you could feel that sinfully prominent vein from about halfway down his shaft massaging against your sweet spots. 

Yet Toji only flashes you a devilish grin, no trace of guilt anywhere. Eyes half-lidded and devouring your adorable pout. “I did.” Giving you just barely enough time to relax before the hand firm on your stomach rests at your waist. Pulling - dragging you all the way down his massive cock. Tugged down like such a slut until he was buried balls-deep, your puffy folds kissing his hilt, your pelvis grinding against those tufts of black at his. “For now, that is.”

Ah, this is his favorite part.

He doesn’t waste even a second before making use of those muscled hips, giving you one, long thrust to haul your slobbering cunt all the way from the very end of his fat head down until he physically couldn’t anymore. 

Bruising. Fully. Fucking every false complaint out of you when his cock is finally hitting the back of your needy pussy. 

“Think s’time for you to handle all of me now, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Are you muted?”

Nanami Kento hated working overtime. And he especially hated having to sit at home on his desk, sighing during those droning online meetings which really could’ve been a five-minute conversation at work on Monday.

Which is where you came in.

“Mhm, of course m’muted, my love. Camera’s also off.” he answers your previous question with a slow, sensual drawl into your ear. Thumb gliding across your puffy cunt as he echoes patiently for the first time that hour, “But if you’re gonna be here then you better behave, my love.” Bouncing his knee to shuffle your quivering body where it was perched so prettily on his lap - and his aching, rock-hard cock. “Any deeper than the tip and you hngh- know how s’gonna end.”

A promise. 

But it’s been like this for so long now - too long, you think.

Your gummy walls squeeze desperately at that sensitive slit on Nanami’s length, lapping at his weeping precum. Wrists tugging uselessly where he’d tied them together behind your back with his familiar yellow tie. “But Ken, I really want-”

“I know I know, darling.” he presses a gentle kiss to the side of your pouty lips. Hushing those cute, whiny cries of yours that make his swollen cock twitch wildly, balls squeezing so painfully with the sweet sweet temptation to just stuff your tight pussy full. “But if I-”

“Nanami, have you completed the progress report for the client tomorrow?”

Instantly, your husband is in work mode, clearly his ragged voice lightly before hitting the Unmute button. “Yes, Higuruma I’ve…”

But oh his actions were anything but. 

Free hand still drawing quick, methodical circles on your clit - just daring you to make a noise while he continues so unfairly with the meeting as if nothing is happening. His deep voice rumbling in his chest with satisfaction, and yet you’re left helpless and aching for more.

“But Ken.” you breathe into his ear, just low enough that the microphone couldn’t pick up. Pushing past the vice-like hold that he had on your hips to seat his delicious cock further and further inside your gummy walls. “Wan’ more. Please, I’ve been patient for so long.”

“-and the charts from last week I’ll have to email.” Nanami rattles off, all business-like, the authoritative tone sending your cunt beading your juices all down his already-soaked cock. Hardened eyes brushing briefly against yours, though he still addresses his business partner, “I’ll make sure to take care of that later.”

And fuck the shivers this sends down your spine have you trembling in Nanami’s practised touch. 

Bucking your hips needily into his hand, your slick leaves a lewd little sheen all over his palm, his wrist, all the way down to that metal wrist watch digging into your skin.

“T-take care of it now, Ken.” you’re mewling stubbornly, fighting against those restraints. 

Letting your pussy lips fuck back into his thick cock. Deeper. Needier. Sucking him up so good that he’s letting go of your hips to mute himself again.

And fuck if you weren’t going to take the opportunity to just slam yourself down Nanami’s massive length, all the way until you could feel his abs against your ass. That little divot on his thick head smashing against your sweet spots, molding your plushy walls to the shape of his entire cock. 

“O-oh fuck.” he breathes, words cracking ever-so-slightly at the end. “The meeting- thought I said just the- hah you’re gonna be the death of me, my love.”

Before you can respond, Higuruma’s chuckling from behind the screen, cutting through the heady air in the room. “Heh, guess you’ve had enough of this since you’re already muted Nanami. Fair enough, I’ve kept you long enough.” 

And the words ring in the air, Nanami’s eyes unwavering from his laptop. Turned crazed as he looks to you, a hand already beginning to shut the screen.

“You’re free to go, make up your time with the wife or somethi-”

Slamming it closed. 

Followed shortly by you - being slammed onto the ground. Nanami’s hand underneath your face, cushioning the impact when you’re shoved face-first. Him mounting on you in a split second, strong thighs flexing with the effort to fuck you right there right then into the hardwood floor. Depraved. Animalistic. 

Not faltering for even a moment when he’s pulling you back by the tie digging into your wrists, sure to leave marks. Using the moment to watch the way your ass ripples every time he’s ramming into you. 

“Ken- fuck! Kento-” you sob like a mantra when he hikes up a leg of his to hit all those angles that have him bruising your sweet spots. Thrusts long, hard. Not leaving a single spot inside your gummy cunt untouched. “S’too good too good too good- hah- wan’ed this for so long since you were on that meeting. So hngh- close.”

“M-me too.” Nanami responds, sounding nothing like the put-together business man he was a few moments ago. Almost crazed now. Unpredictable. 

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. 

All it takes are a few filthy, nasty strokes of his sensitive cock into your snug pussy, of his fingers toying and teasing your clit - and then you’re cumming so fucking hard around him. 

Your walls sucking him in a smooth staccato like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of Nanami while he drills into you through the pleasure. Not even thinking twice before spilling into your greedy pussy himself. 

Thick, creamy spurts of cum that warm you from the inside out. Reaching all those hidden spots inside while he pumps it deeper and deeper.

“Oh, my love.” Nanami groans when he pools the seed dribbling out of your cunt with ease. Making a mess of your pussy down below, of that creamy ring at his hilt. “Don’t think m’done making up for my overtime yet.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Battle of wills

“Awww.” you hear Geto’s deep voice cooing softly in your ear. Running his mouth smugly - as if he wasn’t just smashing the angry, soaked tip of his cock into you right now. “You can’t even talk right now. You can’t even breathe.”

Fuck, if it was any less true then you might’ve argued - maybe spat out a hissy little comment. 

But, instead, you’re managing out a wet gurgle, Geto’s thick, ringed fingers tightening where they were wrapped prettily around your neck. “I-I-”

The other draws languid, torturous circles on your sensitive clit, just as teasing as the way his hips were just barely pushing past your sopping wet slit. Nudging your honeyed walls with only his fat head. “What was that, gorgeous?”

“I said.” you gasp, when your beloved boyfriend mercifully lets his grip loosen ever-so-slightly to let you answer. “I- I’m going to win the bet, Sugu.”

Ah, the bet. That stupid, thoughtless little challenge you’d posed just a few hours ago about who’d break first if Geto was to fuck your tight pussy with just his tip. 

Who knew it would end up with your face pushed into the silky covers of your pillow, both of you barely-lucid and losing your minds as Geto pounded into you as much as he allowed himself to? Both your pathetic prides holding back, just waiting for the other to break first.

Geto’s voice was tinged with amusement, something so dark and mellow as he purrs against the shell of your ear. Cold metal rings digging into your flesh, you choke. “Well then…” His sinful abs flex ominously against your back, “-we’ll just have to see, right?”

“H-hey!” you gasp for air when he slams his hips forwards, letting your dripping cunt envelope him all the way down to that wide rim of his slit. 

“What?” he muses in response, circles speeding up and so so messy on your sensitive nub now. “S’jus’ the tip right? Exactly what I did. I’m-” Before moving again, in sultry, purposeful rolls of his slutty hips back and forth. “-not gonna be the hah- one losing this bet.”

Fuck, you’d forgotten how competitive your boyfriend was - always going easy, until he decided he wanted to win.

Geto’s eyes flit between his fingers, blocking your airway, and the wide wide rim of your sloppy entrance being stretched upon his thick head. 

Shit, the sight itself was heavenly enough that it had him almost second-guessing his resolve and stuffing you full like he wanted to. Almost. 

“Close to surrender?” he’s panting out when a few more shallow, teasing half-strokes has your gummy walls clenching around him like you’re trying to drag out something delicious. Exactly the way he loves - exactly the way he’s addicted to. And, usually, Geto would tell you over and over how much he loves it - but, this time, his ego makes him simply leave a wet trail of kisses down your arched spine. Murmuring heatedly into your ear, “No shame in ngh- giving up, y’know.”

Harder. Deeper - almost. 

Squealing airily, “M’not- m’not giving up.”

Immediately, Geto’s chuckling when he squeezes your pretty neck tighter, “M’gonna choke you harder when you lie, gorgeous. Now tell me-” Just wringing out syrupy moans of his name with each push. Each urgent flick of his fingers on your clit - not even circles anymore, fuck no he was too far gone for that now. Just messy, senseless patterns. “Y’gonna lose like my ah- p-pretty girl or am I gonna hafta keep treating you like my bitch?”

“But-” you wheeze. 

“I hngh- also really wanna fuck this cute cunt properly, y’know/”

Your vision’s blurring now, lungs straining for air. Yet you’re so cockdrunk that all you can focus on is the lewd curve of Geto’s dick, barely even realizing when your hips are trying to inch down for more. Jolting with each rub of his thumb against your clit. 

Harder. Deeper. 

“Sugu!” you’re screaming when you recklessly slam yourself back to meet his ruthless cadence. All the way back until your ass was pressing flush against the v-line jutting out from Geto’s toned pelvis. Shoving his cock so deep inside your plushy cunt it felt like his fat tip was making its mark against your lungs.

You lost - gladly. 

And for all his confidence, Geto Suguru is shocked. Half-lidded eyes flying open, teeth biting down on his lower lip so hard with the effort to hold back his disbelieving moans it was like he was trying to draw blood. 

“O-oh oh my god. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-” he shudders, jaw falling slack, swollen cock colliding in and out with your needy cunt. 

You send him a delirious half-glance, “Are you ok-”

The hand rested around your throat immediately comes down - finally letting you breathe. Only to just slam your head back down onto the pillow so you can’t see how utterly fucked he was. Keeping you still, “Just shut up and cum f’me, gorgeous.”

And oh you do - all over Geto’s pretty cock, your elastic walls molding around him to feel every ridge and bump as he fucks you through your wave of high. Hard. Fast. Sending electricity down your veins every time he hits the bullseye of your g-spot. Over and over and-

“H-hey, Sugu-” your teary face manages to look up from the pillow. Gummy walls still spasming around him, “Best out of three?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - FIRST?!

It was a simple favor, really - just a way to help your dear best friend lose his virginity.

To shut up those adorable whines about how much he dreams of feeling your- a pussy wrapped around his cock. And when he looked to you for help with those dark, puppy-dog eyes? Well, how could you ever say no?

Which is why you have Choso splayed out on your mattress, hazy gaze bulging when you straddle his toned hips. Sliding his tight boxers down his thighs - fuck, he was massive. A delicate, innocent pink at his angry head, leaking endless precum all the way down, down, down his creamy length. 

“Jus’ the tip, right?” you hum. Cunt throbbing at the sight of his swollen cock twitching up in interest at the mere sound of your sultry tone. “Jus’ to have you feel me?”

“God, yes.” he whispers - barely even audible, when you slot his leaky tip between your puffy folds. Letting your pussy drool your sweet sweet juices all over him. “Yes yes yes hurry please need to feel you- just the tip just the-” Choso’s voice breaks when you just barely press him past that first ring of resistance. “Oh- oh fuuuuck this is what it feels like? Hngh-”

The stretch of his fat head inside was so sinful. So maddening and shit- if this was what it was like with barely half of his tip in, then it drove you insane to wonder what it’d be like if you took in all of him. Smirking, “Mhm? You hah- like this, Cho?”

Fuck, hearing that little nickname right now makes Choso get even girthier, cock swelling painfully to stretch your sloppy hole.

“L-like this?” he asks, voice ragged with genuine disbelief. Barely-lucidly bringing one of your hands up to his face to press a soft, lingering kiss. “Oh, baby, I l-love this.”

He’s inching his thick head in further and further, kissing down your neck wetly. 

You’re choking when he starts up a messy, urgent rut of his hips upwards - untimed and sloppy like he didn’t know how to use his unforgiving cock yet, like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. Just bare, shallow little thrusts that have your hole stretching out and molding to the shape of his needy tip. 

Babbling, “Fuck, what’ve you done to me? How can you f-feel so good- how can you-”

Over and over and-

“O-oh, Cho!” you gasp when he accidently brushes up against one of your hidden sweet spots. Eyes going wide, jaw falling into an awestruck “oh” at as you buck and clamp down so fucking tight around him. Begging, “There- fuck fuck there wan’ more- hngh wan’ more of you, please.” 

The only response you’re getting is a string of incoherent profanity. Shit, Choso thinks he’s gonna pass out - that he might just paint your pretty pussy white already. 

But because he couldn’t stand the embarrassment of that, he wraps his big arms so tight around your waist. Running a palm to cradle your scalp, he hisses when he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Can’t.” And the word has barely left his sagging lips before Choso gives an unplanned, jagged thrust up into your cunt. Body moving before his mind to bully his swollen cock inside, spreading your puffy folds along the veins down his length. “Can’t- just the tip- shouldn’t.” 

“S’okay, Cho–”

“But-”

You were his best friend. His favorite person - and he always did feel guilty for thinking of you, cock in hand, on those long lonely nights. So this is the last thing he should be doing. 

But, oh it was like a dam had been broken open, and despite his words, Choso’s mouth is salivating at the thought. 

Pushing in sweet, desperate bucks of his hips to just drag your sloppy pussy down deeper and deeper - unknowingly, all the way down to his soaked base. Yet Choso was still pushing and pushing deliriously. 

“Just the tip just the- shouldn’t do this-” he pants against your open mouth, nipping and sucking on your bottom lips. “Only ever ngh- dreamed of this.” Each word is punctured by a rough ram into your dripping cunt, molding your gummy walls to that upwards curve of his dick. Reeling out a honeyed ah! ah! ah! from you every time his pretty veins were pulsing against your sensitive spots. “Shouldn’t ohhh I shouldn’t- fuck!”

Choso loses the end of his sentence - and his sanity - when he dares take a greedy look downwards. 

Being met with the absolutely obscene sight of your poor cunt being split apart on him. Realizing he was now very much past his tip, veering into the dangerous territory of your pussy lips kissing his toned pelvis, milking him until there was nothing more. 

“Heh.” His glassy eyes look up when you giggle, “So much for hah- ‘jus’ the tip’, huh?”

Choso grins - a languid, pussydrunk grin you never thought you could even imagine on your sweet best friend. Purring lowly, “Oh, my girl.Because of you m’never gonna be satisfied with just the tip ever again.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Please, please, please

“Apology not accepted, brat.” Sukuna spits out over your blubbering cries, still holding your squirming hips so stupidly still around his fat tip. Nothing more, nothing less. “Nuh uh, this is all yer gonna get if you wanna hah- complain so much.”

Now, Ryomen Sukuna is a strong man, always has been. He hasn’t missed those concerned looks strangers give you when he’s out in public with you, or the way your coworkers’ eyes widened in shock when they first saw him. 

The strongest - for everything except you. 

So, when he overhears you gossiping with your little friends about how maybe he’s too big - how it’s a bit of a hassle to lose your ability to walk every night - then, well, that spiteful little part of himself decides it’s time to give you exactly what you want. 

You’re wriggling your ass downwards, gummy walls sucking him up trying to sink further and further down Sukuna’s dizzying cock, “B-but Kuna-” 

“B-b-but Kuna.” He mocks in a pitch higher than normal, two thick fingers coming up to squish your tear-stained cheeks together into an embarrassing pout. Smirking down greedily, “But what? You were runnin’ this pretty mouth earlier, what happened now, hm? Too cockdrunk?”

And fuck, he didn’t expect you to be in the state to think up an answer to that question - he didn’t think you even heard it at first, too busy trying to milk his cock for all he was worth. 

But oh you always did surprise him. 

Teary, overstimulated gaze locking with his dark one when you give an unsteady, determined nod. Whimpering, “F-fuck yes.” 

Unbeknownst to himself - and his little scheme to punish you - your lewd little answer has Sukuna’s hips jutting forwards. Bullying past your gummy resistance to spearhead just a tinge more than his fat head into your sloppy entrance. 

“O-oh.” he groans, dropping his head feverishly into the crook of your neck. Trying to get back some control over his own body, but shit just an ounce of the way your slutty cunt was massaging every ridge and curve of his swollen cock and the king of curses just breaks. He’s biting his sharp canines down on your lower lip in what can barely be called a kiss. Messy. “Oh you little minx. You evil, evil-” He gives a punctuated half-thrust. “-brat.”

And that’s all it takes for Sukuna to be drunk on your cunt. To sink his achingly hard cock in so deep that it has his heavy balls smacking your ass, his leaky tip pressing a harsh peck to your poor cervix. 

Deeper. 

Hips immediately snapping forwards to replicate those purposeful, long slams you were tittering about just earlier today. 

“You’re so fuckin- hah-” he sucks in a shaky breath when you clench down on him hard. Absent-mindedly, Sukuna toys his free thumb down to roll against your neglected clit, wondering if this was part of your evil plan. Spitting against your kiss-bitten lips, “-unfair. Riling me up, complaining about it being ‘too much’ n’ then taking it like such a slut.”

It’s all you can do to moan brokenly, “Wasn’t- wasn’t complaining.”

For this, you’re getting a punishing smack! to your ravaged clit, immediately followed by an apologetic circle of Sukuna’s fingers. Harder. “So now you’re gonna ngh- lie while m’fucking you like this?”

As if to prove his point - and maybe drag out a few more of your honeyed cries on his cock - he’s reeling his hips back. Letting his throbbing veins massage against every inch of your elastic walls until it was just the ends of his thick head left inside you now. “Really? Real confident for someone that was just begging for my cock, y’know.”

“N-no!” you gasp, panicked. Your ankles manage to lock around Sukuna’s sculpted waist, digging into those sinful dimples at the end of his spine to push his length in deeper - just the way you liked it. “No no no- ngh was a compliment. A compliment I swear! Was bragging ah-”

He leers oh so cockily, “Oh really?”

Only growing at your urgent nod, your glossy lips falling into such a pretty pout, “Promise. Would n-never hah- complain about your cock, Kuna.”

Fuck, did you know how to drive him insane. 

To have him playing right into your pretty lil’ hands. 

Because each and every word spilling out of your delirious mouth has Sukuna fucking you deeper and deeper into the mattress. So animalistic with the way he was plunging into you like some glorified sextoy, the curve of his dick rubbing spots inside your gummy walls that you didn’t even know existed. That have you seeing stars. That have him forgetting that stupid promise of “just the tip”.

Too big? Fucking hilarious, you were lucky if you could make it out alive tonight with the way all the blood in his massive body was rushing to Sukuna’s dick, stretching him to an obscene girth. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” he’s grunting with each nudge against your cervix, your g-spot. Bruising you from the inside out. “Well then…” He’s wrestling your nodding face towards him, thrusts growing more and more erratic with each moan. “-let’s give you some more to brag about, hm?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - (Mind)break!

No one would believe their ears if they could see the great Gojo Satoru right about now. That Gojo Satoru? The strongest? The cocky lil’ shit that upturned desks and skipped out on every single jujutsu meeting?

Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that came straight to you after a particularly taxing jujutsu mission, eyes wide - crazed, a feral grin on him that’d never left. Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that had to take only one look at you before ripping your poor clothes off, pent-up jujutsu still thrumming behind his fingers where he folded you into such a mean mating press. Making you cum over and over selfishly while he hasn’t even once. 

Of course. 

But here he was - around your third orgasm, his face buried nose-deep at your erratic pulse, powerful hips jerky and stuttering while he tried to keep his swollen cock controlled, buried inside your heavenly cunt still only till that pretty pink slit at his head. 

Because this was Gojo Satoru, and he didn’t want to break you just yet. 

“Aww, look at you- fuck!” Gojo whines when the tip of his sensitive cock brushes up against another one of your sweet spots. Reeling back ever-so-slightly to spit right onto your bulging cunt once. Twice. “Fuck just look at you, sweetheart.”

And before you can react, a large hand is enveloping your cheeks. Sending a buzz of electricity from his touch to where he was tilting your head down, forcing you to look at the obscene sight below you. 

Your ravaged cunt all messy and glistening with the excess of Gojo’s saliva, slobbering even filthier down the head of his unforgiving cock. Red and angry, each slow, controlled grind just begging for you to take him whole. 

The little gasp that leaves your candied lips is enough for Gojo to moan gutturally, “Ohhh look at that- look at that. Makes me wanna hah-” His ragged words trail off, thighs flexing like they were about to shove himself up, up, up and- only for your boyfriend to gather whatever’s left of his sanity with a sharp intake of breath. “-wanna break you.”

Stubbornly, you jut out your kiss-bitten lower lip, grinding your hips up pathetically to try and take some more greedy inches for yourself. “Why not? Wan’ more than jus’ the tip, gimme ngh all of it.”

“Heh, my needy girl. So- so cock-hungry, huh?” Gojo spits, another steady stream of saliva hitting your waiting tongue- wait, when did you even let it loll out like that? He plows on, thumb gliding over to gloss it over your lips. “Wish I could- ohhh I wish so bad. But m’too fuckin’ hah- worked up after that mission. Can’t handle- can’t control hngh-”

Each word sounds stilted - pained. And Gojo’s giving minute, almost-unidentifiable thrusts puncturing each one. Slowly but surely losing his sanity as well as his restraint. 

If either of you were in any better state of mind, maybe you’d have noticed that glowing tinge in his hazy eyes, the little crackles of purple lighting dancing down his milky skin. 

But, no, instead you’re whining, “I don’t care, Toru–”

“No you d-don’t get to do that.” he gasps, eyes going wide at that unfair nickname. Giving a dangerous half-thrust into your gummy walls. “No no no no you don’t get to do that. M’only giving you the tip right now.” And you’re being gifted a messy little graze of Gojo’s plump lips against your own, hissing when you bite down. “Don’t know the ngh- extent of my power. S’unstable- could kill- hah destroy-”

“You talk too much.” 

Gojo can sense it before it happens - of course he can. And he knows he should stop it, for the safety of you and less importantly, the entirety of Japan. He knows he should keep fucking you with just his fat head, keeping as much composure as possible. 

But Gojo lets it happen anyway.

Letting those wobbly legs of yours dangling around his broad shoulders lock in an instant to just nudge his body forwards. Sighing when you feel the stretch of his rock-hard cock making their mark past his thick head. 

The lights go out. All of them - all across Tokyo, in fact. Shining too bright that they burst into little shards of energy.

Yet it doesn’t matter to you or Gojo, his electric-blue eyes burning bright into the darkness. Tiny flicks of lightning illuminating your ruined bedroom as his entire body stiffens for a split-second. Jolting like he’d come to life - and in one, fluid movement, he was buried inside your tight pussy. Fully. 

Fuck, Gojo’s stretched so taut. Something ugly, dangerous snapping in him when that’s all it takes for him to be releasing thick rope after rope of his seed. Cumming and cumming so hard it’s like he can’t stop. Won’t stop. 

Knows he won’t for a very, very long time even when you reach your high for the fourth time that night. Milking him for every single drop. 

Even when his cum paints your gummy walls a white to match his hair, filling you up so much that it overspills. Forming a lewd little pool below that makes you tremble impossibly deeper down Gojo’s still hard cock. 

And the only thing you can hear in the moment the low crackle of jujutsu in the suddenly pressurized air, and the sinful squelches as Gojo steadies his hips back dangerously. Readying. Letting out a raspy, barely-audible whisper, “If we make it out of this alive, remind me to buy you plan B, sweetheart.”

A/N. Tony stop writing Higuruma cameos challenge GO! (Failed)

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Sex that looks like you're murdering me

the men of jjk's favorite kinds of sex

cw: rough sex, hatefucking, fluffy nanami, dirty talk, size difference kink, unprotected sex, creampies, oral f receiving, period sex, asshole!toji, breeding kink, 18+

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kento nanami sees his time away from you as a blessing in disguise when he knows reunion sex is waiting for him when he gets home.

more often than not, he's draped all over you before you even realize he's home, nosing your ear as you cook at the stove or pulling you into his lap to squeeze you to death in his embrace. he missed you—god, he missed you, and he has every intention of showing you just how fiercely he did.

"baby," he'll murmur as he kisses your face, "missed you so much."

and you can't even get a word out, ask him how he's been, how his time away was, cuz he's already nuzzling into you and mouthing his way down your chest, over your stomach—you know where this is going. he'll have you spread out and begging before he even gets the chance to catch you up on what you missed.

he looks bleary and drunk when he finally pushes into you, cock twitching, jaw slack, hips stuttering—yup, he just came inside you from that single pulse of your cunt when he sheathed himself inside your wet heat. what? he really missed you.

toji fushiguro's favorite kind of sex is any time you relent and let him in you raw <3

he can be an asshole (established!) about it, about how he'll pull out, y'think I can afford another kid, baby? and is staunchly against condoms (but he'll wear them if you insist), so he's constantly bothering you about going without.

you rarely do—you know it's unsafe, because every time you do, he's got you spread out and so drunk on his cock bullying your walls that you only dig your nails into his back as he starts to grunt into your throat about how good it feels, how good you are and that he can't last like this.

"fuck, baby—can't pull out of this pussy, shit," he groans, balls sticky as they kiss your ass. he's not slowing down—instead, he's set a brutal pace as he careens toward climaxing. "'m gonna breed this pussy, baby. gonna fill you up—you want that, don't you?"

of course you don't say no—you never say no when he's balls deep inside you, thick head rearranging your insides, making you dizzy. your mouth hangs agape, whimpers broken and defeated as you squeeze around him.

his apologies are empty after, of course, because by now, you know the drill.

he's a gentleman, though—promises to pay for your morning after pill, then sinks back inside you to do it again :>

suguru geto would be nothing without morning sex. the warm intimacy of it—how the sun lights up your skin and illuminates your bed hair, wrapping you in a halo. he'll only initiate on the mornings you both have free—it's the one thing he just won't rush. it's always quiet and wordless, soft laughter and dark, peering eyes and your lips brushing in passing.

he's not the most vulnerable man, so it's like catching sight of magic when he's drowsily blinking awake, fingers combing lazily through his tangles.

when he awakens, he'll start to nudge his hips against your thigh and his nose into your neck, pulling you into his cozy side, waiting for you to reciprocate.

the pace is sleepy and serene—he'll spend forever between your legs, waking up your senses, kissing your wetness and soothing the ache with his tongue, and when you finally drag him up, the sheets spilling from him as he leans over you, his dick is leaking and hard, tip sticky from the way he was grinding into the duvet. constant murmurs of how much he loves you—it's all you hear against your ear as his languid thrusts push into you, length buried deep inside you.

usually has a tight grip on his life, on his surroundings and environment, but he'll let go here, in the hazy mornings, with you.

don't worry about pissing satoru gojo off, he loves the challenge of hatefucking you into submission (or vice versa) :33

giving him the silent treatment after a little spat? leaving him on delivered and ignoring the little stickers he sends you because you two argued the other night? perfect! now he gets to start a really explosive fight that ends with you on your stomach, his thighs caging your hips as he pounds you in prone.

he gets filthy and acts like such an ass when he has you like this—eating your words and whimpering pathetically into the mattress. you can just hear the smug grin on his lips when he breathes into your ear, tongue peeking out to tease the shell.

"you can't still be mad, baby, right? how can you stand being mad at me? 'm always so good to you, aren't I?" he just laughs when you clench around his stupidly big cock as his stupidly big hands cover your own. "see? knew you weren't mad. listen to how happy she is to see me. she missed me."

she being your pussy—the one backstabbing you right now, squelching and weeping wet, tacky arousal as his shaft fills you. she did miss him—but does he have to be so smarmy about it? it's unfair, too, because no matter what you do, he wins.

like when you make him beg and plead for your forgiveness, his knees between your spread legs, blue puppy eyes glassy as his cock drools all over the floor </3 such a poor boy, the things you do to him when he wants to make your life difficult, like opening your thighs without letting him have a taste of you.

"let me taste you, please," he'll beg; a tall, strong archetype rendered helpless (loser is the word for what he becomes when you tease him :3) "I'll be good, promise, baby, please—"

it's torture for him, but he loves it—loves being the brat who got put in his place, the mighty, powerful one who got beaten down a peg or ten c: even if it means there's a puddle on the ground because he's been an asshole and isn't allowed to touch himself while he eats you out (he lives for these punishments) (this is why you just can't win).

call choso kamo your little vampire 'cause he loves period sex—a lot lot.

when he was first learning the ropes of decent society and humanity with you when it came to sex, he stared at you like a sad, lost pup when you told him period sex was taboo, that most men don't find it very pleasant, and besides, lots of women are too uncomfortable to even think about it when they're menstruating. it's endearing, how crestfallen he looks, because your blood smells like a dream, mouthwatering and delicate.

emphasis on learning the ropes. he still is—it's hard for him to assimilate, which means, most importantly, ignoring his base urges. be patient, he's really trying, and he couldn't help himself the morning he woke up to stained sheets and your bloody center, undisturbed and oozing.

his feelings were confusing—is his dick supposed to tingle at the sight of this? does that happen to humans? he knows they like being licked and kissed there—knows he likes it and you do, too. is it so different when you're bleeding, then?

yes, for you, but not for him—so when you wake up all slick and head full of fuzz, a warm, sloppy mouth urgently lapping at your clit, you nearly faint at the sight of choso's dripping chin and blown pupils.

"choso!" you squeak, trying to snap your legs shut, but his palms have you anchored in his death grip, his lids and lashes low as he drags his tongue right up your slit. "that's my—"

he grumbles against your folds like a little monster when you weakly jerk again—the sight is borderline ridiculous. you aren't sure if you should drown in the feeling of being completely debauched, or laugh at his glazed stare.

but—it feels good. really, really good, and he's making noises and humping your blankets like he never has before, and—

you're not scared of a little blood, are you?