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THEIR OMEGA •*⁀➷ Yandere! Tokrev➳Fem! Omega! Reader! - III 🍋 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1477299992-their-omega-%E2%80%A2-%E2%81%80%E2%9E%B7-yandere-tokrev%E2%9E%B3fem-omega-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Dakeblacky ❝Kneel to your Alpha bitch!❞ THEIR OMEGA 彼の妻 __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ A story of which an unclaimed Omega who tried to hide her true status is revealed...Only for Alphas and Beta to fight to claim her. ═ஓ๑ ๑ஓ═ ▞▞▞▞▞ Smut! Smut! Smut!This book is for all body sizes, skin tones, etc! 🏻 🏼 🏽 🏾 🏿 ▞▞▞▞▞Will NOT follow plot! ▞▞▞▞▞PUBLISHED• Sep/17/24 ▞▞▞▞▞FINISHED•??

LOVERBOY •*⁀➷ Shinchiro Sano➳Fem! Gangster! Reader! - ||FIVE|| 🍋 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1477352985-loverboy-%E2%80%A2-%E2%81%80%E2%9E%B7-shinchiro-sano%E2%9E%B3fem-gangster-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Dakeblacky ❝I WANT SOMETHING SWEET AND ADDICTING... CAN I HAVE A KISS?❞ LOVERBOY 彼の妻 __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ In Which (Y/n) finds herself falling for the leader of a rival gang leader she was supposed to kill-- who us known as a Lover Boy. ═ஓ๑ ๑ஓ═ ▞▞▞▞▞ angst! Romance! Smut! Smut! Smut!This book is for all body sizes, skin tones, etc! 🏻 🏼 🏽 🏾 🏿 ▞▞▞▞▞Will NOT follow plot! ▞▞▞▞▞PUBLISHED• Sep/17/24 ▞▞▞▞▞FINISHED•??

hi hi hello! let's get ready to royal! very excited to ask for PersonalKnight!Shanks x Gn!Afab!Reader with NSFW Kinks: Age Gap(Shanks is ~10 years older than reader), Rough Sex(Lite), Sensual sex please and thank you👑⚔💋

Hi honey!! of course!! I hope you enjoy this hot knight taking care of reader... and also wrecking her :P thank u for requesting!!! 💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒙 𝑮𝑵! 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒃! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑻𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖

tw: nsfw. oral. squirting. teasing. sensual and light hard sex. masturbating. passionate and kinda guilty. age gap 10 years. vag sex.

wc: 3.2k (more than 2k of smut)

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Reckless behaviour, that’s exactly how your family describes your way of living. And because you are royalty, you usually put yourself in more danger than you should.

After the many -failed- attempts of the Queen to stop you, she assigned her own personal Knight to take care of you. A man of her outmost trust and reliance to stop the future ruler of her land from getting into more trouble every time she is not watching over them.

And the Knight, powerful and reliable, was a man so hot like the sun itself. Mature, almost forty, might as well become your father figure. Specially since him and the Queen were close, really close.

A new day have started with you swinging your sword, training, and having fun running around the woods that surround your castle. The royal life is nothing but boring and living in a crystal world wasn’t for you at all.

With you, your now, personal Knight, taking care of you. “(Name), be careful” he calmly tells you, taking a look at how you don’t care but jump from a branch with the edge of your katana close to your face.

“Shanks!! Did my mother make you that serious? You used to be so reckless when we were younger!” you protest, crawling a taller tree. It’s not that you were childish, but it was always fun to remember those days when you were a little child and Shanks barely a redhaired eating chocolate teenager, as naughty as you.

Shanks smiles sweetly, he probably remembers those same adventures of your childhood too. “I wasn’t that serious because you mother haven’t trusted me your life yet! Do you want her to behead me?” he laughs, even though he was probably being realistic more than joking.

You hear his soft voice while looking at the immense green hills and many windmills of your land from above a rather tall tree you have managed to climb -with maybe a few scratches there and there-.

“You think you are like those knights of the fairy tales, Shanks?” you ask, mocking him, but well aware he just said he is in charge of taking care of you. You fight with your own feelings, since that feels like something you have been looking for since you were little, being taken care of. But also, feels insulting. Does he think you really need someone to take care of you? You are strong, powerful, you don’t need a man to keep you safe. After all you never needed one.

The sound of his sword and many garments around his body announces he is indeed looking up at you from under the tree. His red locks flowing with the cold breeze of the afternoon, intense grey eyes with which you have dream off many nights dig holes on you. The three scars that cross one of them, a fighting price to pay when defending your kingdom. A mark that made him instantly hotter.

“I don’t know which fairy tales you read, (Name). But why don’t you come down from there, if you wanna see the hills we can walk up to the lookout there” he says, acting way more mature than you know he actually is. Many times you have gotten drunk with him, and you know he is not that strict.

You sit over the branch, hitting your ass in the process but not protesting. Why is he acting the way he is? “Shanks, you bastard. You are fucking my mother, aren’t you? You wanna act like my dad or something?” you accuse him, half annoyed half hurt.

Shanks widens his eyes; his expression turns offended. “Are you kidding me, (Name)?”

“No, I’m not” you answer back, rolling your eyes, like a rebellious teenager.

He stays in silence for a moment, a moment that makes you suffer. You just -for some reason- want to know if he is in fact in a relationship with your mother. It’s making you jealous and sad.

“And what if I am, (Name)?”

You feel those words like a dagger to your heart; but why? He is only your knight, a good friend from your childhood, he… he is the man with whom you dream with, and now you dawn on how important he is for you…

“Then I’ll make your life a fucking living hel-“ you mischievously warn him, trying to sound funny but sliding with the moss that covers the log you are standing on. Of course, you begin your plan earlier because you fall down the tree.

You fall, yes. But you don’t hurt yourself. Your personal knight, Shanks, like in those fairy tales you were talking about catches and saves you. On his arms you fall, safe and sound to his embrace.

“After all I am like those knights that save their rulers’ asses” he dares to joke with you in his arms, looking at you with those blood-coloured locks of hair grazing your forehead. “Fuck you, Shanks… or should I call you daddy from then on?” you venomously spit at him, trying to be let go of his grip.

He puts you down, trying to brush your back from some mud you collected on your fall. “Leave me alon-“ you say but got cut short by his hand wrapped around your wrist. He pulls you towards him, landing over his chest. You can inhale his manly perfume, classy and sexy. The open shirt he always wears and the slightly tanned skin that contrasts with the colour of his hair.

“The fuck are you doing, Shanks?” you protest, well aware of the way your legs are now becoming weaker and how much you don’t want to walk away from his hug.

The red-haired smiles sweetly at you, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I don’t know whether you are jealous of me or your mom” he utters, always so calmly and caring. “You look like a kid, come on” he continues.

You grunt, frowning and furious. You are not jealous of your mother. You want him, only for you, only with you... “Shut the fuck up, Shanks. For real, why are you doing this? Huh?” you inquire him, this time trying -so softly, not really trying- to release from him.

“You are pouting just like when you were little, (Name). You look as if you had been stripped from candy!” Shanks jokes, moving his hands up and down your waist to tickle you. “Stop it, I’m not a kid Shanks!!! I’m an adult, what the hell you are doing with me?”

Your knight, now, changes his sweet smile to a naughty smirk. “You aren’t a child anymore? Are you sure? What are you now? An adult?” he mocks you, pushing you even closer against his body. It leaves you breathless to feel his skin grazing yours, the strong grip of his hands pressing on the small of your back.

“I’m an adult. Yes” you simply mumble, a little lost into his now serious countenance. He looks sexy, mature, yes. He looks like a dream, like the sinful apple Eve was tempted to bite from.

And you, you were exactly that same apple for him, the original sin he is willing to commit just to have a little taste from your lips…

Your eyes fixed on his, his sight with an aura that makes you lightheaded and your heart pounding almost like jumping off your chest. Your lips separate and close, as if you were trying to articulate words you can’t even think of.

You have never seen such sensual face on him, a side smirk almost imperceptible, frowning so seriously, his mouth pursed into a line that makes his lower lip to protrude even more, so juicy and tempting.

Your eyes go down to his collarbones, the way they go up and down to accompany his chest’s motions. He is as agitated as you are, showing you maybe how much he wants this or maybe how much he is struggling not to touch you. But you want it so bad.

“Sh-anks?” you ask, stuttering and realizing he is not doing anything but just staring at you like a drooling beast ready to attack. “I wanna fuck you so hard, (Name)” he grunts, clenching his fists against the tree and the muscles of his jaw. You blink several times, he wants to… he really wants it.

You ponder the idea of saying no, just for a second, if he is with your mother then you shouldn’t be doing this… but how could you say no to the man you have been wanting for so long? “Then fuck me. Fuck me hard” you moan, desperate, biting your lips and feeling so tiny under his topping frame.

“Not here” he says, snatching you up and walking back to his horse. Red Force, that’s how it is called, he sits you over his back and then he sits behind you. One arm around your waist the other on the reins. Riding the animal, the red haired’s chest hits your back, and you can feel how he pants. Shanks carves his fingers on your belly, and the bumps of the road make your throbbing core even more wet. Where is he taking you? You don’t know, but you are thankful for the wind on your cheeks to help you cool them down.

His hand goes from your belly to your neck, pressing your carotids with a firm and sensual grip. Your head ends up over his shoulder, and as Shanks hits the sides of the horse with his heels to make it run even faster, he moans in your ear the things he wanna do to you. He wants you to get ready for him, because he is determined to show you how much he wants you. You, and only you.

“I swore to your mother to take care of you but now I only wanna ruin you”

You shiver under his touch; you can’t even say anything but to nod in complete agreement to such statement of pure carnal intentions.

Soon you get to the little side house next to the castle. There, where the knights live and have their own special place to train and prepare to defend the royals. Red Force stops and he jumps off it. Following him, he puts you on the ground with a simple swing. Rather calloused thumb plays with your lower lip, until it gets inside your mouth. He plays with your wet tongue and gets even harder to see your young drunk in love expression.

“I swear I’d fuck you right here, outside, so everyone can see us…” he says, coming closer to your face. “Then do it” you dare him, owning an eyeroll from him. “Come here, little brave one” he utters, snatching you by your arm, dragging you to the door of his house. Door he kicks open so you can enter.

As the door finally closes, and the sun outside it’s slowly hiding behind the horizon you are barely ablaze by orangey tones that filter through tiny windows. Shanks takes a last look at your state before he pounces into you to finally degenerate you. Lips meeting in an aggressive dance of tongues and moany symphonies. Panting to finally being able to make your bodies acquaintance.

Slowly walking backwards, your shins hit the border of his humble bed. You fall back with your ass over it, feeling like a little victim now under Shanks towering height. His smirk tells you what’s next, your hands reach out for his hips pulling him closer. You can’t stop yourself from acting driven by pure lust.

“Hungry…” he mumbles, caressing your head as your fingers skilfully work to untie the layers of clothes that held his pants on. Gryphon, his sword, rests next to you as you kiss his hipbones, slowly, softly, tasting his skin with the tip of your tongue. Muscles perfectly marked, not too big, but definitely lean and well trained.

What a dream to follow the little red happy trail from his navel, down, down to pure sin. Your tongue traces circles on the base of his hard, slightly fair shaft. Fingers surrounding his length that go up and down as they get lubricated by your saliva and his dripping precum.

“God, (Name)” he grunts when your lips barely graze his overly sensitive tip, determined to make him squirm you go slow until his whole length is inside your mouth. Inside and touching your throat. Little gags make his lower belly spasms, and for him to pull from your hair up. “Look at me” he commands, in between pants and tiny manly whimpers.

Teary eyes fix on his intense grey ones, his hips move as you do with your head. Fucking your mouth, he sometimes throws his head back, exposing and tensing the muscles of his perfectly defined jaw. “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum in your mouth (Name)” he protests and pulls his dick out of your wet cave.

You lick the side of your lips off salty rests of his arousal products with a smirk on your face. A smirk that shows how needy, how perverse your intentions are, how much you want him, the man that has been taking care of you for so long to finally use your body.

“That smirk, little whore of mine…” he whispers in awe, absolutely amazed and still trembling for being on the verge of coming. Such a man like him doesn’t normally cum so easily, but you apparently were his long-awaited dream.

Shanks pushes you from your shoulder to the bed. You fall back, receiving this man as he tops you and kisses you so unhurriedly. One of his hands squeeze your breast, finding after the hard nipple underneath your clothes. He pinches it and swallows your whine right from your mouth.

“You like this?” he asks, pinching even harder. His fingers, the graze of your clothes, his voice and his scent is driving you crazy. “Y-yes…” you moan, nodding with your lips barely touching his. He beams, and you beam too as he then proceeds to rip your clothes off. He doesn’t care about anything but to have you completely naked for him to enjoy, to taste, to bite, to devour.

You are completely divested from any coverings. And he does too, quickly throwing his white shirt to the other side of the room, he pounces back onto you. His clean-cut beard tingles your skin that gets all bumpy, the warm breath over your flesh, the wetness feeling of his tongue tracing circles on your nipples, his hard dick pressed against your inner thigh as he tastes your body.

Nibbling and sucking breasts, and fingers also separating your sex, you slowly feel your core completely pooled with the dampness of your arousal fluids. Fluids that form strings in between his digits, fluids he also lick off them from time to time while fixing his intense gaze on yours raptured one.

“I want more” he whispers, now kneeling on the bed and pulling your hips towards him. Your legs rest over his shoulders now, his hand pressing on your belly, his tongue penetrating your entrance. In and out, and then up and down. Sucking your clit and labia, like the good professional he is, because of course he is… such mature man surely is full of experience, and lord he shows it.

You begin to tremble, spasming, arching your back, clenching on the sheets underneath you. “Come in my mouth, I wanna drink all of it” he says, pressing harder your belly down and burying his own face on your sex. You moan, repeating his name on and on until the building pressure on your lower stomach finally gets released. Shanks does not waste a single drop of your squirting and explosive climax, delighted as if he was drinking a precious magical calyx of the eternal youth.

He lets you rest as he flops into bed, with a still hard dick and his whole masculinity showing off. His hands behind his head and eyes closed with a pleased smirk. “Bet you wanna rest, go ahead” he says, acting all cocky.

“It wasn’t me who stopped me because was about to cum” you tell him, crawling on top of him and straddling your hips on top of his lap. Wetness against hardness, insatiable you doesn’t want to rest, only wants to be wrecked by him.

He opens his eyes, defiance in his eyes, a demon inside his pupils. “You think I can’t fuck you as many times as I want? Hm?” he asks you, feeling perhaps a little ashamed of your sudden outburst of confidence. “Then show it to me, dear Knight” you utter, biting your lip and squeezing your breasts together.

Of course, he won’t let you lead the way, and soon your positions change. He throws you against the bed and turns you around. Shank’s lifts your ass up but presses your head against the mattress. “Good, lift that ass for me” he orders, passing one of his hands from your belly to you clit and guiding his dick to your sex with the other.

He penetrates you, but not instantly deeply. He rather plays with just the tip in and out, making your legs become weaker and you desperate to feel him finally pound all the way in. “Fuck!” you scream, enjoying and suffering at the same time. “Cute little thing, always so ill-mannered!” he laughs, mixing his precum with your prurient slippery abundance.

“I’m not ill-ma-“ you want to object, but it’s too late to even try to speak because he has already impaled you, suddenly, violently, and quickly. “So tight, so fucking tight” he rejoices on your clenching walls adapting to his venous wideness. One, two, three, infinite thrusts combined with your sweats mixed as his chest now lays on your back.

“You know how many times I dreamed with fucking you like this?” he whispers in your ear, panting and grunting. “Do you know how many times I wanted to bury myself inside you? Just you, and nobody else but you?” he says, biting your ear. “Do you know how much I waited for this? Now I can do it, I can fuck you all night, all day, all the time” he moans, now absolutely raptured by the way your moaning fills the ambience around him and the scent of sex floods the room.

The way he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, the way his dick pumps in and out of you, the way he confesses how much he waited to fuck you…

“Fuck, Shanks!!” you moan, coming with the side of your lips pressed on his from behind. “Fuck, (Name)” he whines as he also does, sweat drops on his temples, throbbing sex filling you up until it’s even impossible for your womb to hold it inside…

As both of you rest after such intense sexual release, and your head lays on his chest, you simply couldn’t help it but ask him… “Are you really fucking my mother?”

“You fucking idiot, of course not!” he says, laughing and kissing the tip of your nose 💖~

Prince!Kyōjurō x Princess!F!S/O: Just The Tip Sex (Smut, Kinktober, NSFW Scenario)

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talking, Making Out, Just the Tip Sex, Teasing, Fantasizing about almost getting caught, External Cumshot, Orgasm Denial

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To say that (Y/n) was anxious was the understatement of the century. She didn’t even know how many times she had paced the entire length of her room, with how her stomach was in knots at the prospect of having Kyōjurō over.

She may have been bold while seeking his attention, but she couldn’t deny that the feelings that had surfaced just after she had left the dining room was a real and palpable feeling. It could have been excitement, or it could have been nerves… at that point, she was too worked up to care.

All she could do was constantly keep running her fingers through her hair, if only to distract herself from how fast her mind kept drifting off to how talented his mouth had been yesterday, and how his cock had felt so well endowed while she had been grinding on him earlier. To add to her fantasies, the idea of anyone catching Kyōjurō entering her quarters— surely spelling trouble for both of them— was a spicy risk that began to appeal to her more and more as the seconds ticked by.

Her body felt so hot at the thought, and she couldn’t help but cup her breasts while thumbing her hard nipples through the fabric. It was such an ecstatic feeling, that a moan spilled free from her lips constantly the more she did it— until she began to cross the room over to her bed; sitting down at the end of it and inching herself closer to the middle, before letting one hand wander between her legs.

“Kyōjurō,” (Y/n) whispered softly, eyes fluttering closed as her fingers sought out to rub her clit through her thin dress and equally thin panties. She then began to rub the hard nub in small circles, toes curling in pleasure the longer she did it. “Oh fuck.”

As deftly as she could, the young woman bunched her skirt up at her hips before using her left hand to prop her up. All the while, the hand that made its way back between her thighs continued where it had left off; allowing her to shamelessly moan aloud as the pleasure she felt intensified.

“Kyō- ohh!” She couldn’t help it, the sudden image of him that played in her head— right above her, pleasuring her— was enough to make her hips jerk involuntarily. Her breaths came in heavy pants then, as she lost herself more and more to her own pleasure with not a care in the world.

(Y/n) was so close to her climax, she could feel her entire body tensing up with how intense it was, until a startled yelp ripped itself from her lips when she felt herself be unceremoniously dragged down her bed by her ankles.

Immediately, her eyes looked down at the culprit, hardening when she saw a smiling Rengoku Kyōjurō— kneeling on the end of the bed— with her ankles in his hands.

“Hello, princess. I think that’s enough fun for yourself,” The blond teased in a playful tone, staring intently at the still-shocked and extremely flustered (Y/n), before turning his face and pressing a kiss to the inside of her left ankle.

The young woman had been so blissed out by her own ministrations that she hadn’t even heard the crown prince come in her room and proceed to watch her move so wantonly on her bed. And she should have felt shame, yet all that flared up within her was more lust and need for Kyōjurō.

From the sexy glint in his eyes, to the deft way that he had completely slung her legs over his shoulders, she craved every inch of him. Especially when he made quick work of undoing his pants so he could pull his erect cock out.

No matter how disgusting it would have been to admit it, (Y/n) would have to say that it was the sexiest cock that she had seen in her entire life; leagues away from the couple that she’d had before.

It was the perfect girth to stretch her out deliciously, and she would wager that he was around eight inches in total. And it was taking everything in her not to start begging, lest he think that she would give in to him first.

Kyōjurō then gripped the base of his erection, giving it a couple of pumps with his hand before guiding the leaking tip past the princess’ panties, and proceeding to rub his pre-cum al over her swollen clit.

The action had (Y/n) gasping in pleasure, more so when her lover slapped his cock gently against the sensitive nub. He couldn’t help but grin at how the sight of her fingers clawing at her sheets turned him on even more.

“You want me to fuck you, princess?” Kyōjurō asked softly, even though he already knew the answer to that question. Yet, all he got from the salaciously tempting woman beneath him was a halfhearted glare and the clenching of her jaw. Clearly, she didn’t want to be the one who was made to beg.

So, Kyōjurō did the slyest thing he could: he took his cock and aimed the tip at her entrance, teasing her wet slit with gentle pushes, before saying, “Tell me you want more, and I’ll give you more, sweetheart.”

(Y/n) barely even cracked her eyes open at that, still glaring at him before giving the most minute nod to her lover.

Kyōjurō could only find more amusement in her stubbornness. So, he decided to punish her instead.

Slowly, he pushed past her entrance, groaning at how hot, tight, and heavenly she felt— yet resisting the urge to push in all the way. Instead, he stopped roughly an inch below his glans, having to stop for a minute so he could readjust himself and pin her hips down with both of his hands.

The stretch felt amazing to (Y/n), and once Kyōjurō began to move, she could only moan softly— as well as grip her sheets even tighter— whenever she felt him brush against her G-spot. “Oh my, fuck! Fuck!”

(Y/n) was undoubtedly blissed out from what stimulation she was getting, but it was nowhere near enough to get her closer to the orgasm that had been interrupted earlier. And that worked out nicely for Kyōjurō, because her subtle tells of desperation had her trying to thrust her hips up to take even more of his cock in, but the hands that pinned her down kept her from getting any leeway with him.

It was such a heady feeling to try and make her succumb to him, especially after he had been fantasizing about her for so long, which only helped to get him to reach his climax even faster.

Both their gasps and moans filled the air, with little whines spilling from the princess’ lips every once in a while, yet Kyōjurō gave her no more. He continued to thrust faster and faster, almost giving in once and bottoming out inside her, yet he held himself back so that he could start hitting her G-spot directly instead.

That only served to drive (Y/n) even wilder beneath him— eyes closed in ecstasy, mouth open wide as moans kept coming out of her delicious lips— yet it didn’t sway Kyōjurō from his goal. He was almost derailed however, so tempted to not pull out and fill her up with his cum, yet he forced himself to stop and pull out.

He then grabbed his cock in one hand, pumping at his erection at a furious pace as he focused his eyes right on her pussy. One moment it was clean, and the next thick spurts of his cum were all over his precious (Y/n)’s pretty little cunt.

To say that he was breathless was an understatement, yet he couldn’t help but grin even as he met his lover’s furious gaze. “Mmm… my apologies, your highness. I promise to make it up to you next time.”

And, as if to add insult to the injury to (Y/n)’s pride, he leaned in and pressed the most tender of kisses against her lips.

He chose to be selfish that time, in the hopes that the next time they met, she would learn to be more straightforward with him.

Because he wasn’t there to play games for the sake of playing; he was there to win her.

can i get a uhhhhh smut where reader wont stop running from tojis dick and he has to manhandle them into being still :3 !!!

━━ ❝ take it...real slow ❞

☾₊‧⁺...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, dirty talk, rough sex, husband!toji, toji being whipped for his wife, toji being super sweet but filthy at the time same, toji calls you 'ma' and 'mama'

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : i love love looove the 'don't run away from it' with toji, i have to fight the urge from including it in every single work of mine ❤︎ but have a little blurbie of toji being a big bully that loves his wife who swears she can take the dick as i try to get back into the flow of writing !!

f. toji knows it's big, he knows it so well. he takes him time to prep you each and every time, his thick fingers rubbing slow circles into your clit to build you pleasure, getting you nice and wet. he loves when you keen his name when he slips them inside. groaning when you gush on his fingers.

"fuck, baby, you're drippin'," he murmurs, mouthing at your neck. "all hot and sticky just for me? tsk...had you like this all day, yeah?" when you nod, he just chuckles, kissing right behind your ear. poor thing, having to work all day with your pretty cunt dripping like this. but he knew it was his fault, having woken you up with his mouth glued to your pussy. the feeling of his tongue running through your folds. but of course, he didn't let you cum, no, toji wanted you to be needy for him until you came home.

"you're doin' so good for me, mama. gonna be a good wifey for me and let me give you what you need?"

leaning over you, toji cages you in with his arms, waiting for you to focus on him. "look at me, doll," he gently commands. his hand cups your cheek, giving soft little slaps that have you giggling as you turn to nip at his fingers. "there she is," he so so sweetly coos at you, but that smirk he gives you is mean. "such a pretty little thing, aren't ya?"

pushing up one of your thighs, toji rubs the swollen head of his thick cock against your slick folds, teasing at your entrance. you look so pretty, so cute, all his...but he knows what's going to happen the second he presses into you, and the thought makes him throb. "jus' relax, mama, 'm gonna make it good for you," he hums, pushing his tip into your cunt.

as he pushes deeper, he leans closer to whisper to you, his breathe hot against your ear. "you gonna run from it again, baby? like you always do? or you gonna be good for me this time?" you swear up and down you don't run away, that you take it because you love it, glaring up at him but that defiant look is wiped off your face the instant he feels that you've completely relaxed, sliding aaaall the way in.

"tojiiiiii, y-you can't just push, mn, in like that...you're so mean!"

"mm...nuh uh," he teases, an almost evil grin on his face as you gaped at his childish response. toji can feel that you need him, he knows you just desperately need to be fucked into the mattress...so of course he's gonna give his pretty wife just what she needs.

his hands hold you in place as he thrusts into you with force, a predatory glint in his eyes as he coos your name. he just started and your eyes are already starting to roll back, crying out his name as thanks for finally, finally fucking you like you needed it. each time he pressed in you could feel his hot tip smushing against your cervix.

"always sayin' 'it's too much, it's too much,' but look at you," he mocks, not allowing you to wiggle up the bed and away from him. no, no, you need this, you need it so bad, the way your pussy is sucking him in, milking his cock. this was the best away to make you take it, to have you trapped under him unable to move away from his fat cock abusing your insides.

"nothin' 's too good for ya, mama, nah, you deserve every. fuckin'. inch."

even thought he's got you trapped like this, you still start to move, trying to angle your hips away from each hard thrust into you. "doll," he growls, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. he was actually starting to get sick of it...why wouldn't you be good and take it for him? did you need him to be mean?

"it's like you want me to fuckin' manhandle you t'' stay still. fuckin' slut needs her husband to treat her like a toy?"

one look into your eyes made toji snap. all he could see was that silent answer of 'yes' in your eyes.

"oh. oh. oh, you do, you do, don't you? yeah? ohhh, baby girl, you poor poor thing, just needed your big bad toji t' use you like a fleshlight," he groans, coming down to support himself on his forearms as he began to pound into your messy cunt, laughing breathlessly when you practically sobbed.

"'m not lettin' you run away, mama," toji grunts, his eyes squeezed shut. "mmph, i'm gonna pump this little pussy full of my cum, gonna mark up those insides. yeah, you want that? huh? ooh, i know ya do, pretty thing."

"h-hu-ooh, babyy," you whine, eyes barely focusing on his face. your hands are gripping his hair and you realize now you really can't move away. his subtle repositioning has your hips a little off the bed. he's so deep, he's stretching you do good, you don't know why you'd wanna run away from it, you really don't, it's just too good, you feel like your going to explode--

"look at you now, mama," he praises. "fuck, can't run from it anymore? c'mon, doll, i'm gonna teach you t' take it. mmh, not lettin' you run anymore, gonna teach this pussy t' take every thing i give t' it, baby girl, 'm done lettin' you get away from me."

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It's Satan's turn to babysit Charlie 🎀

I Made another fankid thats actually a lol player HAHAHHAHA

Skibiri child

Open Ask for him too xD!

MJ x Peter - Photo Booth Meme (LET THIS BECOME A MEME, GUYS START DOING THIS FOR YA'LL'S FAVORITE SHIPS)

The (Y/N) Messer x Danny Phantom Version

I personally headcanon (Y/N) to be Danny's MJ (They're endgame) uwu

(Couldn't decide which colors I liked the most so there's two hahahaha)

Per my usual request check out Neutral by Note_Worthy

Could you do a Mammon x reader where he REALLY doesn't want hell to find out Reader and him are an item, but he's living in post-FizzModeus world, and so the media pays extra attention to any imps the Sins spend any time with? He's gotta try extra hard to keep it a secret, but it's almost impossible to not have people assume they're secretly a couple. He's worried Asmodeus will blackmail him if he ever finds out and everything.

Maybe he gets jealous of someone, or he has to save you, and he just decides then and there he doesn't care either, takes a page from Ozzie's book, and finally announces it for all of hell to hear.

ON IT 😋😋😋🙏

GN! Reader, reader is said to be a “lowly” demon

This was horrible. This IS horrible.

Mammon regrets everything right now, why’d he have to send you???why not some other bitchy bitch

Currently, you were talking to one of the people that work for him, not directly under him but sort of like a contract thing from another work place

What was so bad?

He was flirting with you

And worst part is MAMMON CANT EVEN DO ANYTHING CAUSE THERES PEOPLE. Horrid horrid day indeed

He thought he was being secretive but many MANY demons noticed how he glared at the man you were speaking to.

“Damn incubus.” He grumbled with his teeth snarled

Many have been wayy too observant after what went down last clown pageant….

An imp pokes at his friend, and adjusts his glasses “do you think mammon and his secretary are fucking?” He jokes, kinda

“Why do ya think so” his companion questions

He excitedly points to the incubus you were talking to “Look! That guy is totally flirting with them, and mammon looks like hes about to jump him” he says to his friend

The friends eyes widen at the sudden realization “wait your right-“ he turns to his glasses wearing friend when they , and the crowd,suddenly heard a man screaming

“what the fack are you?! A buisness partner or a brothel worker?!” Mammon yells at the incubus while holding onto his collar, raising him from the ground. “M-mammon sir!” the incubus says nervously

With wide eyes you snap back from your initial shock, seeing phones all around you. Recording.

‘Shit’ you thought to yourself. No way of coming back from this one

You furrow your brows and turn to mammon who was still yelling at the poor demon

“You fuckin cunt! I’ll KILL YA-“ Mammon was stopped when he felt someone grab one of his spikes from his clothes. He growled and looked over to see you glaring right back at him.

It seems like you two are just glaring at each other until he sighs aggressively and shoves the incubus down.

The crowd watches as you, a lowly demon, managed to boss around THE mammon.

Ohh…Ozzie is gonna be thrilled to hear about this, seeing as its already all over social media.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂❞

— 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐭.𝟑 //

ᴘʟᴏᴛ: ᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ, ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ (ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ): ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ, ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ᴀʙᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ɢʀɪᴇꜰ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜʟʟʏɪɴɢ

— 𝑴𝒀 𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑻𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑫 !3!

Donna woke up to the sunlight forcing its way through her eyelids. She was in an unfamiliar bed, with Diluc gone from her side, and with a strange string attached to her arm. Her memory was still hazy; the only thing that she could recall was that she was speaking to you about Diluc, but somehow she ended up here.

“You’re awake.” An unfamiliar man in a black suit was sitting in front of her bed on a chair, he seemed to be reading a book in another language with a drawing of a human’s head on the cover, “I’m Sebastian, personal doctor working for Master Y/N in case of emergencies. Just call me by my name. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Just a bit sore all over..” Donna mumbled back, to which the man nodded, “And.. My stomach kind of hurts..”

“That’s expected.” He reached for the paper laying by her nightstand, “You’ve been here for 32 hours, in and out of consciousness. Your medical record is missing information about your allergies, but considering that you and Master Y/N were having tea together, I’d say that you had quite an aggressive reaction towards some type of fruit which was used to make the blend.”

The moment he explained what had occurred hours prior — memories came rushing back in Donna’s mind, and she instantly felt more awake than ever.

“So.. It wasn’t poison?” She asked with hesitance, and the man almost dropped the mug which he was holding in his other hand.

“What kind of person do you think Master Y/N is to poison someone in a broad daylight, in their own home, with this many people around? Of course this was an accident.” The doctor scoffed and got up, “Anyways, leave whenever you feel like it. You seem more than fine to me.” He quickly detached the IV drip out of her hand, and bandaged up her elbow, “Try not to put any unnecessary strain on this arm.”

“A-Alright..”

Donna had actually never seen one of the proper doctors before in her life. Her family were strong believers in Herbology and Barbados’ will, so she wasn’t exactly sure why the doctor had concluded she was allergic to some fruit. Her whole life she tended to the gardens, sold massive varieties of flowers, and even once was a waitress at the bar with all kinds of drinks. Something didn’t seem to perfectly match what Sebastian had described, but maybe she just had to ask you what the two of you had that day to get to the bottom of this situation.

“Donna! Are you alright?!”

Suddenly, the doors bursted open with Diluc rushing inside. He looked even worse than last time she saw him. He was beginning to smell, his hair was forming mats and shining with grease, and his eyes were puffed and red; huge eye-bags forming above his cheeks.

“H-honey.. What has happened to you?” The woman gasped in shock at the appearance of her lover. He seemed to be taken with surprise by her reaction, and took a few steps back to stare at himself in the mirror.

The man froze.

Slowly, he reached to cup his own face as if he couldn’t recognize it.

“That dammed Y/N..” He mumbled to himself, “I am actually falling apart..” He whispered, while crouching down to take a seat on the ground. Now, Donna was more than worried. She got up from her bed and hugged her lover in a tight embrace, “Did they do something to you?” He pulled away to look deep into the woman’s eyes, “Did they hurt you?”

“I..” The brunette wasn’t sure what to say. Was she poised? Was this intentional? Accidental? Were you naturally hostile or angered by the circumstances? She had no clue. “I don’t know. Sebastian told me that I had an intense allergic reaction to something and that Y/N called in the medics to save me.”

“Oh.” Diluc blinked in surprise, “T-that’s confusing me even more now..”

“I know..” The woman sighed, “I know.”

-

You sat at the edge of your bed, as Marie kneeled before you with your right hand in her skillful palms. Your feet were soaking in a warm tub with rose petals floating above the water’s surface, and the maid gently trimmed your cuticles and the length of your nails to perfection. The two of you sat in silence throughout the whole procedure, as you stared at the flickering flame of a candle on your nightstand.

“What do you think, Marie? What are they going to do next?” You asked her a question, and she didn’t even bat an eye before answering to you.

“They are going to try to murder you, my Master.”

You didn’t expect such conclusion. Truly, your death seemed to be an only out for Diluc’s desperate cry for freedom. The moment he’d sign a contract provided by you — his life would be over. Staying in the same mansion with you would also ensure his and Donna’s suffering until their last breaths. But in order for him to be back in control of his future — he would need to erase you. You let out a bitter laugh, however, Marie’s expression remained as stoic as always.

“What do you think I should do?” You questioned further. You watched her grab a warm cloth, and rub your palms in gentle motion, as if trying to cleanse you of your sins.

“I am a mere servant, my Master.” She reminded you.

For a second, you saw red. Without a thought you slapped her hands away from yours’ and grabbed at her chin — forcing her to look you in the eyes. She didn’t tremble, she didn’t fight, she just froze. Your anger vanished, and slowly you melted into a fake smile. Your thumb hovered over her bottom lip, and you brought her closer to yourself, until you both could feel each others’ breaths.

“You’re my servant, Marie. I don’t keep fools around me, do I?” You then let go off her, making her lose her balance for a second, but she quickly gathered herself and bowed her head in submission, “Now, speak.” She rose her gaze, and you encouraged her once again with a raised brow.

“I believe for there to be two options.” Marie began her speech, and took your feet out the tub to place them on her thighs and wipe them dry, “You get rid of Master Diluc and send Mistress Donna back to Mondstat. Nobody would believe her that it was you who hurt Master Diluc, but even if they would, a single mention of his crimes across the world and that it was all done in self-defense would guarantee your innocence.”

She was finally done taking care of you, and proceeded to reach for freshly the ironed socks by her side.

“And second?”

“You get rid of Mistress Donna, and make Master Diluc fall into the deepest depths of despair, so that he won’t have anyone else to turn to for comfort — but you.” Marie buckled up your shoes, and stood up, instantly straightening her back, “The choice lies in whether you prefer to execute quick revenge and forget, or, to keep a hold of your revenge until your last breath.”

You laughed at her words.

“Do you believe for revenge to be a waste of time?”

“Many people who consider themselves above others would say that, but I solely believe that your decision is absolute, my Master. I believe a yearn for revenge made you into a person who you are today, and Master..” Marie locked her hands together by her chest, “You are an entity beyond my comprehension.”

“You flatter me, Marie.”

Looking at her, you saw emotions which Diluc had never expressed towards you. Yes, he loved you. But young love comes and goes. Meanwhile every single one of your servants in this house, were undoubtedly loyal to you. There was no hesitation that every single maid, butler, cook, and even the recently hired doctor would die for you. Kill for you. Live for you.

Diluc was never any of those things.

“I think I made my decision.”

You’ve made that decision long time ago, and there was no reason to back out on it now. Even if Diluc would put you in the casket, you would crawl out with a knife in your hand to continue to haunt him. You weren’t sure where this obsession was coming from. Perhaps it was boredom. Maybe, you were just that evil and prideful. Or even..

It was just fun.

-

Donna decided to finally leave Master Y/N house and go for a walk. They have been living in the mansion for a month now, and each day was worse than the previous one. She tried to make it work. She followed all lessons which you signed her up for, she learned the etiquette, she put herself on a diet, did her hair to the best of her ability, but one thing for sure — each day was more miserable than the other.

The moment that the sun would rise, she would feel the dread wash over her. Even when you weren’t at the mansion your spirit and your presence were felt everywhere. Your mere gaze was driving her insane, even giving her nightmares. She had a dream, where you were smirking at her with a maniacal glare in your eyes whilst holding a blade to her throat. Then, there were visions of you poisoning her, assassinating her, or hanging her off the ceiling.

Donna’s thoughts were getting darker and darker. From a light and careless girl, she has become something else entirely.

Perhaps, being with Diluc was the biggest mistake of her life.

As she finally stepped through the gates of Mondstat — the whispers began. Nobody in this city knew what you were truly like. How terrifying, how cruel, how manipulative. They all saw you from the best angle, meanwhile, Donna was seen from her worst.

“Homewrecker..”

“Slut!”

“Whore!”

“To get together with a married man, no shame at all!”

“How can she even bear to come back here..”

Even though they were mere whispers, their voices seemed to be louder than her own thoughts. She had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep herself away from shedding tears. Her life had become so terrible. Although she was outside, it felt like the curtains were still drawn. She couldn’t see the sunlight as bright as it used to be. A part of her was still locked away in that mansion — forever caged.

She felt her heart rase, her breathing picking up — she was panicking. There were so many people, and they all hated her. Yes, she did a bad thing, but did she really deserve all of this? Were her good deeds before this now completely forgotten? Where did all of her friends go when she needed them the most?

She had no one.

She was so alone.

“Is Sister Barbara around?” Donna asked as she had finally reached the church. Her feet felt sore, and the base of her spine was aching.

“One second.” One of the nuns had ran off to get her. As Donna waited she took a seat and looked around the church. Perhaps, she should beg, no, plead Barbados for His guidance. For His help. For His involvement.

“She’s here.”

“Donna! I haven’t seen you in a while.” If there were someone who hadn’t changed their attitude towards her — it was all the nuns, especially Sister Barbara. Maybe she was just very good at hiding her real thoughts, but Donna preferred to indulge herself in a more positive light.

“Hi, Sister Barbara.” The brunette murmured shyly, “I sent you a letter a week ago..” She reminded the other, and at first Barbara seemed confused, until she remembered.

“Ah, yes, yes!” The young girl continuously nodded her head, “Let’s head to a more private room.” She gestured for Donna to follow her out the church, and into the next building.

Barbara wasn’t the only doctor in Mondstat, in fact, she wasn’t even an actual licensed professional how Sebastian was. However, people with healing hydro abilities were granted permission to accept patients and examine them if required. Donna didn’t trust Sebastian, so, she sent a letter ahead explaining her symptoms to the blonde girl and arranged time and date of their meeting.

Barbara made the woman lay down on the examination table, as she checked what worried her most. She applied pressure on different parts of her body, especially her stomach. Then, a frown covered her face and she spread out her palms across Donna’s stomach — hydro particles suddenly formed in the air and circled around each one of her fingers — until they had vanished. It seemed that the blonde had come to her conclusion, but was hesitating to speak.

“Donna..”

“What? What is it?” The brunette was already imaging the worst. Was she dying? She must be dying! “What’s wrong with me?” The longer she wasn’t hearing an answer, the more panicked she got.

“You’ve had a miscarriage.”

What.

“I.. I was pregnant?” Donna stared, and Barbara nodded, “What do you mean I had a miscarriage?” She breathed out a pained laugh, “I didn’t bleed or anything.. I..” And then — it hit her. She understood what happened. You didn’t poison her that day. Your intent wasn’t her assassination, but rather.. “N-no way..”

She was drowning.

Her lungs were getting filled with the sea of sorrow.

“NOOOOOooooOOoOOOooOOooo!” A howling, blood-curdling cry was heard echoing through the halls of the hospital. Her tears were running down her cheeks like a river, and Barbara’s comforting embrace felt like the last hold on her humanity.

That day Donna hadn’t just lost her past, but she also lost her future.

-

Donna came back home only a week later. She might have not even known her child, but the grief was weighting down at her heart. She always wanted to be a mother, and from a young age she was told to be infertile. She never said anything to Diluc about it, because the topic was never brought up. But now, she was finding out that her miracle baby was forcefully taken out of her. She felt violated, torn, and broken. Every part of her soul had shattered like glass with pieces scattered so far apart that they’ll never be fixed back together.

“Donna.. Finally.”

Diluc was hugging her, but she couldn’t even feel it. Her body just froze, meanwhile, her gaze and mind were elsewhere. She couldn’t stop thinking about her lost child. Was it a girl, a boy, or twins? Were they going to have her brown her or their father’s crimson locks? What about their eyes, their height, their smiles? Were they going to grow up to be strong and powerful, or would they prefer a more standard and quiet life? Why did this happen to her? Why wasn’t she given a chance?

If only you had asked her to decide between her child and Diluc, she would have chosen her child in a heartbeat.

“Where have you been?” The man whispered into her ear, and she felt his tears falling onto her shoulder and soaking through her shirt. She hadn’t cried since that day. She hadn’t even said a word. Her whole world was stuck in that one moment, unable to move on, “What happened to you, my beautiful?” Diluc was playing with the locks of her hair, just how he used to.

He hadn’t changed, but she was now a different person. She was in grief. He was in despair.

“Can we kill them?”

Diluc instantly pulled away, and stared at Donna’s empty eyes. He blinked once, twice, but still couldn’t believe his ears.

“K-kill who?”

“Master Y/N. I want to take their life.“

FINAL CHAPTER !

” PUPPY LOVE “

— featuring ; LOSER [SEBASTIAN] — warnings ; mentions of violence , kidnapping, intense smut —bimboficationm mainly , BOTH OF SEB AND THE READER ARE IN HIGH-SCHOOL , YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED . Reader is female and a nervous wreck. — notes ; felt a lot like yandere simulator when writing this so this is what you’ll get.

The back of the class was Sebastians safe space, although constantly earning glares and glances of disgust was normal for him he didn’t complain. He had a clear view of everything happening in the classroom and he loved it; especially because of the fact that he was able to see you more clearly.

Your pretty poise, how you dress , how you speak so shyly, the way you fumble and stammer over your words, how you freak out when too many people surround you , it all fascinates him.

Especially the way you deal with people confessing their love for you. A polite decline or a stammered apology with a sweet little friend zone. He loves how nervous you get whenever people approach you.

Especially when he approaches you. Oh how cute you look when your face is all red and you fidget with the hem of your skirt! It’s all so cute!!!! He needs more of it, he wants to be the only one to make you feel like this!

While listening to the professor harp on and on about some scientific facts, Sebastian’s gaze remains fixed on you as you nervously chewed on the tip of your pen. You had already solved everything and he knew you were itching to answer one question so you didn’t have to answer one later.

He knows you too well , it’s a bit concerning. His gaze lingered to your skirt, the little skirt that rides up your pretty thighs and reveals a little too much for his liking.

“Professor, can I move closer ? It’s hard to see the board.” Most people were confused when he asked to move closer. Usually he refuses to move. “Yes, you can sit next to-“ Sebastian had already moved and sat next to you. “Or..that works.”

You started to shift in your seat uncomfortably, glancing back at him every now and then. He was intimidating , and he made you feel…a certain type of way, when he was close to you.

Your mind raced with scenarios about why he had sat next to you. Maybe he really couldn’t see the board and you were the closest to the board? Maybe he wanted to sit next to someone since he was lonely? Or what if he wanted to flirt with you? Oh the possibilities made your stomach feel all tingly!

You shake your head, getting those dirty thoughts out of it. Yet you can’t shake the feeling of warmth between your thighs at the singular thought of him doing something to you. So to ease it, you squeeze them together and try to ignore him.

Oh, but he hasn’t ignored you. He’s seen every little thing , every little act and breath you took. He couldn’t help but smirk when he saw you try to hide your growing arousal for him. He too was getting a bit heated.

As you stared at your paper, your knee bouncing as you chew on your pen cap. Within two seconds, you feel a large hand on your thigh, long bony fingers caressing it. Your breath hitches as you feel your mouth dry. You glance at Sebastian, noticing how he was focused on his work as well.

He seemed so unbothered, yet his hand was on your thigh and gently squeezing. It was so ..oh you didn’t know how to explain it, but it felt so weird and you loved it. His fingers pressed against the soft skin of your thighs as his hand travelled all over your skin.

You tried to ignore it, not pay any mind and thought maybe he’d stop, but oh you knew you didn’t want him to stop. After a few teasing squeezes he moves to open your legs, his hand not so gentle anymore.

As if by reflex, you squeeze your thighs shut and gulp. Nope, you weren’t ready yet, you’re still a virgin. But did he really care? No.

With force, his hand pried open your thighs and slipped your panties to the side. His fingers rubbed circles on your clit, teasing you as he glided them up and down over your entrance. He felt how wet you were and how shaky your legs were getting.

You cleared your throat as you tried not to moan and whimper, even though you wanted to oh so badly. His fingers teased more and more, before he finally inserted two fingers into your hole.

A gasp escaped you as you covered your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’ve never felt this good while you masturbated, and having someone else do it made you feel even better.

You put your head down to hide the lewd face you’re making as your long term crush fingers you slowly. After a few thrusts, you move your hips closer to his fingers, begging for more.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked, looking down at your trembling frame. He moved his fingers faster and faster, his other hand holding his head in his palm. His smirk widens as he hears a soft stifled moan from you.

He leans closer, whispering in your ear. “You gonna cum? Hm?” His voice makes you tighten, earning a chuckle from him. You nod , desperately wanting to chase your high.

He sighs softly and kisses your neck, making you tighten even more. He liked seeing you get more and more needy and horny. It was cute, seeing you lose each and every braincell because of him.

He thrusted his fingers deeper and deeper, watching as you got dumber and dumber. Your eyes have rolled back and droll was dripping down your chin as you felt each thrust.

You bit your tongue and whimpered, panting. “M’cumming..m’cumming…m’cumming..” You whispered, your hand squeezing his. He chuckled and looked down at you, smirking. “Do it then.”

He felt your juices slowly spill out of you, trailing down your trembling legs. He moves your panties back into place, wiping the drool from your chin and lips. “Hm? Oh, how cute. You can’t even think anymore huh?”

He watched as you twitch every few seconds, still feeling the aftermath of your first orgasm that someone else inflicted. He leaned closer, smiling as he brushed some of your hair away.

”Just wait until you come over to my house. I’ll make you feel real good.”

Ahh, yall hoes thought this shit was gonna be all fluff ‘n’ shit? Nahhh im a slutty hoe!

Do not steal, copy, or re-upload my work on another platform without my permission.

𝐂𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍’

—OFFICER! TOJI F. x F! READER

᧔♡᧓ in which your officer boyfriend catches you at a party that you lied about going to

᧔♡᧓ content: rough smut, age gap (reader is in college), angry sex, jealous sex, possessive toji, handcuffs, breeding, choking, hair pulling, ass/tit/pussy slapping, praise, degradation, daddy kink here and there, begging, orgasm denial, passing out, pussy eating, semi-public sex, sex in police car

᧔♡᧓ requested by @valleydoli 💗

᧔♡᧓ wc: 3.1k

Toji couldn’t fight the annoyance on his face as he pulled up into the small neighborhood. Loud music blaring through the air as colorful lights beamed onto the dimly lit street. There had been a number of complaints. The neighborhood’s residents ringing 9-1-1 one after the other.

To say he didn’t care was an understatement. Out of the whole department Gojo Satoru just had to dispatch him to break up a stupid college party. His police vehicle came to a stop a little down the block, the tall man stepping out with stonic features and a sigh as he made his way closer to the source of vulgar tunes which seemed to shake surrounding houses.

Toji stalked up to the front door, the smell of hard alcohol and weed hitting his nose as he banged on the door. Forceful enough for the sound to ring throughout the noisy inside. A drunk boy no older than 19 swinging the door open with a grin. “Hey man! O-oh shit. Hey officer, what can i do for you?” He cleared his throat, swallowing hard under Toji’s harsh gaze as he tried his hardest to appear sober.

Toji peered over the boy and into the room. Sweaty bodies grinding against each other while others made out, almost every hand nursing a plastic red cup. “Do me a favor and just keep the noise down alright, if not shut this whole damn thing down.. what the fuck.” The officer spat bitterly, jaw clenching with a scowl when his eyes landed on someone. His someone.

You.

He couldn’t believe it. You had been so persistent on spending the night at home. Claiming that you had piles on piles of work to complete. Did you crave attention that badly? One measly night he had to work overtime and this was the shit you pulled? Clad in a lacy dress which had a deep v cut and barely reached your mid thigh. Your body, his girl’s body, on display for everyone to see.

He could see the eyes roaming your figure top through bottom. His blood boiling as he visibly seethed, shoving past the lanky teenage boy to make his way over to you. You were grinning happily, one hand in your hair and the other ghosting over the hand that rested on your hip. Giving the girl behind you the dance of her life.

The music lowered, Toji’s eyes twitching at all the loud gasps that echoed through the room. All eyes on his large frame as he towered over everyone in the room. Muscles bulging through his tight shirt with each hard step that he took. All eyes but yours. You were too into what you were doing, and your boyfriend couldn’t help his rising anger as he got closer and closer. Spotting familiar brunette and green hair sat on a couch with their lips on each other’s.

Of course. You were dragged here.

You giggled loudly, taking a swig from the girl’s cup and letting the bitter tasting liquid scrape at the walls of your throat when you swallowed. Your friends’ eyes widened as they pulled away from each other, desperately trying to get your attention as you swayed your hips. Those hips that only Toji was allowed to see move.

A hand grabbed the flesh of your arm tightly, your head whipping around to snap at the stranger before your brows furrowed. Taking in that broad chest that you’d gotten to know by heart. Your eyes timidly trailed upwards, a small whimper caught in your throat when they met his darkened ones. The man’s head tilting to the side as if daring you to not comply. He would not hesitate to get you out of there over his shoulder if he had to.

“T-toji.. h-hi i-“ you stuttered, looking down at your feet as you shuffled nervously. Eyes darting to the girls who eyed you apologetically.

“Shut up.” His voice was firm, and your thighs clenched as you held back another whimper. You could feel everyone’s eyes boring into you. “Fuck. You know what? Everybody out.” His voice raised at the end. The bustling college teens wasting no time before they scattered, afraid at just the mere sight of the man. “And you.. oh you’re in for it now.”

All the alcohol seemed to leave your system when Toji pulled your arms behind your back. Cuffing your hands as your face heated up in embarrassment. “T-toji w-wait.” The man ignored you as he pulled you out of the room, not caring about how you stumbled over your own two feet to keep up with his large strides.

“She really disobeyed you this time huh?” A familiar voice rung out, a teasing smirk on Gojo’s face as he walked up the few stairs that you’d just descended from. “Good job Y/n.” He winked, a deep chuckle leaving his throat as he thought back to exactly why he had sent Toji out here.

It didn’t take long to reach the vehicle with the speed you were being pulled at. Toji’s hold on your arm never loosening in the slightest. “Get in.” Toji spoke meanly, holding the door open with a gesture for you to get inside.

“But-“

“Get the fuck in Y/n.” He never called you by your name often, only when he was mad. It was always some sweet petname that made you feel all warm and tingly inside. Sliding into the vehicle you kept your head low, the door slamming behind you not too long after.

You squirmed in your seat. Giving into the tension filled silence as you watched his grip on the wheel tighten until his knuckles were pale. Thoughts of you letting any other man touch you coursing in his mind.

Toji undid the first two buttons of his shirt, using his fingers to prod the tight fabric open as he rolled his neck. Taking the pair of handcuffs off his suited pants before rolling the vehicle to a stop.

“Toji ‘m sorry.” You mumbled almost shyly, face getting hot as your arousal dampened your lace panties.

He ignored you. Taking a step out of the car and into the night’s darkness. The vacant road scarce of any sources of light. Your door swung open, eyes widening in a doe-like pout as you looked up at him.

“Don’t. Not after that shit you just pulled.” He warned, expression still hard as you climbed out, the slam of the door making you jump with a yelp. A small whine left your throat as you were flipped around, chest pressed into the vehicle’s side with your hands still bound behind your back.

He roughly pushed your dress up to your waist with a scoff. “Going out dressed like you want to get laid. Am i not enough for you baby?” His fingers found their way to your clad folds. Brushing over your clit with a hum. “Do i not fuck you enough? Is that little pussy so desperate to be filled?” He didn’t give to a chance to answer, his palm landing heavily on your pussy making you jerk with a cry. “Look at that. She’s all wet f’me. Such a greedy fucking cunt yeah?”

You whimpered loudly, Toji’s voice deep and husky in your ear as he kissed up your neck. Allowing you to lean back onto him with your head on his chest. Soft moans falling past your lips as you let yourself grind on his fingers. Another loud cry filling the air when he landed it hard on your ass instead.

“I shouldn’t even be touching you.” He whispered venomously, voice laced with clear disappointment as he pushed his fingers past the thin fabric, pressing the pad of his middle finger onto your clit before rubbing small circles. Watching the way your lips parted in sweet noises as you let your eyes flutter shut. “Should just drop you home and leave you all desperate and needy.”

That made you whine with the shake of your head, pushing your ass back onto his crotch in want. “Or will you just call someone to come fuck you like a little slut?” You cringed at the sound of your panties tearing, Toji’s muscles straining against the confines of his shirt’s fabric as he rolled up his sleeves. Quickly working to free his hard cock before pushing you into the back seat of the car with a smirk. Handling your body until you were face down, with your ass up on display for him.

“Look at yourself.” He forced your head up to gaze at your reflection in the window. “Gonna fucking destroy you baby. Do you want that?”

You nodded, eyes prickling with tears as you clenched in anticipation. You wanted his cock so bad. “Ahh f-fuck.” Another slap to your ass.

“So you do have a mouth.”

Words. He wanted to hear you say it.

“P-please fuck me daddy.”

“You can do better than that princess.”

“Please. Please fuck me. Need you so bad. ‘M aching f’ you. Want you to fill me up.” You begged.

“That’s it. That’s my slutty girl.” You mewled loudly at the intrusion of Toji’s thick cock. The man bottoming out inside you with one quick thrust making your knees buckle underneath you while your back arched. Feeling Toji’s fat tip immediately prodding at the increased tightness near your cervix.

“Shit.” He cursed, breathing getting heavy as he nestled his cock within your warm walls. Forgetting just how much he loved that little cunt of yours.

He started off rough, forcing his cock deep as you rocked harshly against the soft seat. Loud moans dripping off the tip of your tongue as his cocked kissed meanly at your g spot.

Your pussy stretched to accommodate the quick thrusts of his girthy length. Feeling his veins scraping deliciously against your gummy walls as he hammered into you.

You cried out when Toji’s hand found its way around your throat, pulling you up to his chest with your hands flush between your back and his chest. Drool filled babbles spilling messily onto your skin at the force of his hips.

“Haah— T-toji f-fuck,” you keened loudly, your chest riding and falling rapidly as your brain turned to mush. Unable to think of anything but how good he felt inside of you. Lewd squelches mixed with skin slapping burning its way into your brain. A constant reminder of Toji’s abuse to your sensitive cunt as your vision blurred.

“That’s it baby. Take it real nice n’ deep. You’re practically swallowing me in right now.” He breathed. Hand tightening around your throat as the other travelled down to your chest, barely having to tug at the black fabric for your tits to spill into his large hand. Rough fingers twisting at your pert nipples as he palmed the soft flesh.

“Ahh— so good. Feels s’ good daddy.” You cried, Toji’s hand landing two consecutive slaps onto your breasts.

“Gonna stuff this pussy real full. Breed her with my cum till you know your place.” He growled lowly, his frustration seeming to reemerge as he stroked his cock with your tightness. Allowing himself to poke at every corner of your warmth, ruining your slutty pussy to your tears.

“Wanna go out dressed like you’re available. Single. Like you don’t have me taking care of that ache between your legs every single night.” His pace quickened with every word. Snapping his hips up mercilessly till his balls reddened your puffy clit, mouth hung open in whiny mewls as your stomach tightened.

Your tears flowed freely as you were shoved back into the car’s seat. Your mind dizzy at the plowing of his cock into your sweet spot. Toji’s hand moving to grip at the delicate flesh of your hip with other torturing your clit. Rubbing mean, hard circles onto the swollen bud.

“Tojii— ‘m gonna, ahh- ‘m gonna cum.” You whimpered, catching sight of the traces of mascara staining your cheeks alongside your messy hair. The sight being enough to make you call out his name incoherently as your eyes rolled back. Legs shaking violently as you clenched around him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh—“ you chanted, letting out a broken scream as you squirted messily. Completely drenching Toji’s cock in your wetness.

Toji’s movements stilled, his fingers digging into your hair with a sharp tug upwards. “Oh i’m sorry? Did i say you could cum baby?”

“Sorry, nngh- c-couldn’t hold it.” You hiccuped, knowing that you were in trouble.

Toji shook his head, pulling you back so you lay flat across the seat. Shoving one of your legs up beside your body with a grunt. A shiver raking through your body as the cool air breezed through your sopping pussy.

You let out a groan, your attempt to close your legs stopped by Toji’s strong hands shoving them apart. Groping at both sides of your ass before his palms made contact with the skin. A bubbly whine catching in your throat when you tightened around nothing.

Toji sunk to his knees on the ground outside, the forest to his back as he began pressing soft kisses to the sides of your thighs, his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit.

He groaned, grip tightening on your thighs when his tongue darted out once more to lap at your sweetness. Sloppily running between your folds before swirling around your clit. It didn’t take long to get you where he wanted you. The overstimulation going straight to your foggy brain as Toji got lost in your heat. His eyes fluttering shut with a hum as he tried to pull you impossible further onto his tongue. Your constantly flowing slick mixed with his saliva dripping sloppily onto the ground below.

Your fingers clawed at nothing as you began to tremble, crying out loudly as your eyes closed shut. Your tear stained cheek pressed into the seat as you drooled adorably. A smirk adorning Toji’s face when he curled his thick fingers into you.

“Ahh— ‘s too muchh. Gonna cum again.” You mewled desperately, toes curling as another coil tightened in your stomach. Toji stopped sucking at your clit, pulling away from you while his fingers sped up. Paddy tips poking directly into your spot with ease. “Yeah? Gonna cum for me already?”

You answered with a high pitched moan and a small “uh huh”, feeling yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge before it all came crumbling down. Toji removing his fingers before standing up, and only then did you notice how much of his chest was on display. He leaned down to kiss away your tears, brushing away any hair stuck to your forehead. “Only good girls get these privileges baby, i’m a cop, you should know this.” He cooed.

His cock prodded at your hole, sinking into his rightful place deep within your warmth before beginning to fuck into you. He knew your orgasm had barely just died down, and he was going to fuck you to another just to leave you hungry.

Your boyfriend’s head found its place in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your ear before he grinned against your skin. “You won’t be leaving the house for days when i’m done with you.” He promised, tone gruff as he felt his cock twitch in indication of his own high.

“Haah— ‘s so muchh.” You breathed as you melted into him, his touch hot on your skin leaving short quivers in its wake. “Toji— o-oh fuckk.” You were sputtering out strangled noises of pleasure, Toji’s husky groans in your ear adding fuel to the fire as you let out a cry. Your pussy gushing onto him before your orgasm could even hit.

Toji cursed loudly, his grip on your hips allowing him to pull you back onto him as roughly as he was slamming into you. “That’s it baby, pussy’s gripping me so fucking tight.”

“‘M so close— so so close.” You gasped, basking in the small skin to skin contact of your hands on his exposed chest.

“Gotta fucking earn it. Tell me, who do you belong to princess. Who owns this slutty little pussy hmm? Who fucks you this good every night?” He questioned darkly, rolling his hips in a way he knew would drive you crazy.

“Y-you. You do. ‘S all y-yours— fuck. Please can i cum? Need to cum so bad.” You almost sobbed, Toji kissing your cheek sweetly with a breathy moan. “All mine. All fucking mine. Go ahead slutty girl. Cum f’ me.”

You let go noisily, vision clouded as your moans spilled uncontrollably past your lips. The burning sensation in your stomach slowly easing as you allowed yourself to let go. Making a mess on the man’s cock while he worked himself deeper inside you. Burying his cock as far as he could before pumping you full with a contented sigh.

“Let everyone know that you’re taken. Get you pregnant with my kid and keep you locked away. Only for me.” His cum painting your walls in hot spurts as his abs tensed. The throb of his cock slowly dulling as you milked him dry.

You whimpered, feeling the thick substance slowly seep out of you when he pulled out. All the alcohol finally catching up to you as you slipped in and out of consciousness. Letting your eyes blink shut before you went limp in his arms.

Toji groaned with a stretch, smirking down at you and your fucked out form.

So pretty.

He tugged down your dress and tucked himself back into his pants. Removing your hand cuffs before taking you into his arms gently. Laying you down more comfortably with a quick kiss to your forehead. Watching as your chest rose and fell softly, face contorted into a peaceful one despite how stained it was from your tears.

He slipped into the driver’s seat, allowing the car to reach the perfect temperature for you to rest it. Finally pulling off from the side of the road. He laughed shortly when he checked the time, contemplating whether he should even bother going back to work. He’d much rather stay home with you.

He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, rolling his eyes when he saw the name written across the screen. Satoru.

“Hello.”

“So, fucked her good didn’t ya? Made your girl cry huh Fushiguro.” The white haired man laughed into the call. Gojo had been tempted to say it over the radio, but he didn’t know if you’d be awake or not.

“That’s why you sent me out there isn’t it?” Toji scoffed, one hand on the steering wheel turning it into your apartment complex while the other worked the gear. If you were awake you’d be going crazy. Him driving was one of your many weaknesses.

“Yes, and you’re welcome. Tell her i said hi when she gets up. Bye Fushiguro~” The call beeped to an end and Toji shook his head, trying to hide the small smile creeping up onto his face. Fucking Satoru.

Glancing back at you he allowed himself to openly smile, he could never stay mad at you. It was time to show you that.

can you do Simon Petrikov being a grandpa? Like the reader is the child of Bubblegum and Marceline

Idk Simon and Cake messing with the babies in that one word made me cry

Let Simon be a grandpa

Awww this is so cute! Thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

Platonic!Simon Petrikov x Grandchild!Reader (+Bubbline x Child!Reader)

• When Simon found out Marcy and Bonnie were adopting a human baby, he was absolutely overjoyed.

• He was sadly never able to start a family of his own with Betty, so he never saw having grandchildren as a possibility until now.

• The day you were born, all of their friends and family were gathered in the waiting room. Marceline was especially nervous, she had little to no experience with babies and she worried whether she could be a good mom. Simon squeezed her hand in his, reassuring her that there’s nothing she couldn’t do.

• After what felt like an eternity, a MinervaBot finally brought you out, and everyone’s attention was directed towards you as she handed you over to Bonnie, congratulating them on their new child.

• Simon’s hands shook as Marceline beckoned him to come over and hold you, gently taking you in his arms as if you were made of glass.

• From that day on, Simon made a promise that he would always look out for you, swearing he would never leave like he had to with Marcy.

• As you grew up, Simon was a constant figure in your life.

• He helped you with your homework whenever you were having trouble, although when it comes to math he is equally as clueless.

• If you ever get picked on or bullied at school, him and Marcy are ready to march over there and beat the kid up. Bonnie has to calm them down and convince them that it’s not okay for them to beat up a child (although she certainly wants to as well).

• Simon would love it if you started to show interest in learning about archeology, he’ll teach you everything he knows about ancient artifacts.

• You beg him to take you along on an expedition, and while at first he’s pretty hesitant with how dangerous Ooo can be, Bonnie agrees to accompany both of you to make sure everything goes perfectly.

• Simon tries to tell her she doesn’t need to pack 6 different ray guns, but she won’t hear it.

• If you ever made him a drawing or some sort of craft he will cherish it for the rest of time.

• He has a shelf dedicated to displaying everything you’ve made for him, and he keeps it all in immaculate condition.

• When you enter your teenage years and start to date, Simon is very protective of you.

• Any partner you bring home will be subjected to immense judgement by him, Bonnie and Marcy.

• More than anything, he wants you to live a full and happy life, and he will do everything in his power to make that happen.

riddle means misery | part 11.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Everyone hates her. She’s evil… she has to be.

Warnings for the Series: 18+, this series is dark. Manipulation, dubcon verging on noncon, abuse of power, violence, ed mentions, death, blood

Pairing: Bill Weasley x black!reader (semi-slowburn)

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I was thinking about ending it here because I’m genuinely not sure if I have anything else but I also want to explore the relationship so idk 

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist) 

Charlie blinked three times. When his older brother asked him to have lunch at The Leaky Cauldron, nothing could have prepared him for what Bill wanted to say. He hadn’t seen anyone in their flat for a while now— be it witch or muggle— but he thought it was just Bill taking a break from the dating scene. He wasn’t expecting the answer to be because he was starting to fall in love with you. 

He grimaced as he plainly spoke his mind. “Bill, she probably sees you as a kid.”

“It’s only ten years, barely, considering my birthday is well before hers. She’s not even close to Mum and Dad’s age. They didn’t even cross paths at Hogwarts once.” 

Charlie sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant look at you, no offense. Y/N’s been through so much. She probably wants to settle down right away and put anything exciting behind her. Do you really think you can give her boring and stable?” 

“I could try.”

Continuar lendo

valley of ashes

Bakugo, sleeping until his phone rings: The fu-

Bakugo, picks up the phone: You better be fu*king dying, nerd.

Izuku, drunk: H-Hey Kacchan, w-what are you doing?

Bakugo: Are you drunk? I’m asleep, you idiot!

Izuku: Oh, that-uh, that sounds right. What are you-what are you doing?

Bakugo:…I just told you.

Izuku: A-Ah, yeah, sleeping, sweet sweet Kacchan. H-Hey! This song made me think of you-

Todoroki, drunk in the background: I told you not to call him!

Izuku: It’s not him, you big bully! *whispers* He-He told me not to call you…So, w-what are you doing?

Bakugo: Oh, for the love of God.

Pilot meet series🤝

The World is Theirs !! 🌲🌈🌟🩵

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"Watch yourself" Kinktober Day 18 - Mirror sex

Neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan x fem!human!Reader

a/n: porn without a plot feels wrong. That prompt took me out having so many ideas, position above is what I aimed for. thanks to @pandoraslxna for adding such a wonderful kink.

summary: you flirted too much with Lo'ak in front of your mate.

warnings: 18+!, oral (m receiving) mirror sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex (y'all use protection), degradation & praise, breeding kink

Minors do not interact!

Perhaps flirting with Lo'ak in front of your mate wasn't a good move. Perhaps it wasn't a good move when your mate was future Olo'eyktan himself. It was you joking, mostly, and playing around to make your usually calm mate jealous. It wasn't like you were going to do anything more than flirting, but Neteyam didn't view the situation like that. He didn't even question it or try to talk about it. Neteyam dragged you back to your shared hut, not really caring if his grip hurt.

"Teyam," you squeal in pain. Neteyam just pushed you down to your knees, getting rid of his loincloth quickly. He looked mad, furious even.

"If you act like a whore maybe I should just treat you like one, pretty one? Open up," it wasn't a question, not the usual sweet question, but it did turn you on. Neteyam eased his hard cock inside your mouth, giving it a few shallow thrusts. Your hands traveled to his base but he smacked them away. "No, you will be a very good girl for me and take all of it," he pushed himself deeper. Neteyam slowly began to pump into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat occasionally. Your eyes watered, trying to hold back. You had the worst gag reflex ever, his size didn't help, and he knew that. "I love it when you gag on it, am I so big that my precious little girl can't handle it?" he taunts knowing that there will be no answer since your mouth is stuffed full. You held onto his thighs, trying to push him back a bit since you were afraid of your gag, but he didn't mind. Thrusting into your mouth deeply, sometimes pulling out to let you catch a breath. He held your hair tighter, feeling himself getting closer. "I would cum in your pretty mouth, but I won't waste my semen. Your little pussy deserves to be filled, don't you think?" The suggestion surprised you, Neteyam never come inside you before. He would say that he has too many duties and you deserve to rest a bit before he pumps you full of his children, well, it didn't satisfy you a bit so the proposal made you happy even. Neteyam, using the shock of yours, pulled himself out of your warm mouth and pushed you forward. He got on his knees behind you, grabbed your thighs, and eased himself in one thrust. You whine, as he didn't give you time to adjust. Your mate was big, the size difference didn't make it easier, even though it wasn't the first time some of the pain was still there.

"Nete!" you scream surprised at the invasion. You lost your focus before, registering just now what was happening as Neteyam was pounding deep into you.

"Would you look at that, sevin?" Neteyam taunts slamming himself deep into you so casually. Your eyes remained closed as your back arched to take him even deeper, it was like your body itself was reacting to Neteyam's actions. "Would you look at that, pretty one? Look at yourself," not a question, a command. When Neteyam found out a few days ago what a mirror is, Spider gladly agreed to borrow him one. No one, not even you expected what would he need it for, but you were the one who got to know the secret as Neteyam pressed your face against the mirror harshly. Your palms are on the ground to keep yourself steady because if they weren't you would collide with the mirror.

"Nete," you whine as his cock hits that spot deep inside you. Your eyes remained closed, you were too shy to look at yourself in that state. Neteyam groans angrily at your disobedience.

"You were the one who teased me by flirting with my brother, you were the one who asked me to fuck you acting like a pathetic bitch in heat, so open your eyes and see how I'm granting your wish," it was the truth, yesterday you asked him to fuck you, but he had some duties to attend. Neteyam pulls your hair making you raise your head, your eyes flutter open at the sudden pain. You saw your reflection in the human thing called a mirror. You were kneeling, your palms resting on the ground before you because you couldn't handle the force of Neteyam's thrusts without supporting yourself. Your cheeks were flashed red, your body wet from all of the sweat, skin becoming easily bruised. Neteyam was behind you, pounding up into you, his hand rested on your neck like it belonged there while his other hand came across your ass cheek hard. You whine, again at the pain.

"Neteyam!" you hiss angrily. Maybe you were in wrong making him jealous, and maybe you practically begged for him to fuck you but that hurt. It confused you how good it hurt so you refused to receive more. You just wanted to use Neteyam and let him use you.

"Shh, pretty girl. Watch yourself getting ruined by my cock," he pushed on the visible bulge in your stomach, making you mewl pathetically." Do you see it? How deep inside of you I am?" he pushes on the bulge slightly harder, you whimper in response. reflection in the mirror was a definition of lewd. Do you see how well your pussy takes me, sevin? Look at yourself, watch how you are becoming a little good girl for me, only for me?" You didn't answer so Neteyam gave your ass a harsh spank. "Only for me?" he asks, pushing his cock so deep inside.

"Y-yes! Only for you," you moan. Neteyam caressed your red ass cheek tenderly.

"That's right, slut. You are only such a good little thing for me, no one else, yes? You are mine only, my slut, my sevin, my fucking girl," he spanked you a few more times to get his point delivered to your head.

"N-neteyam," you barely uttered as he pulled your hair, making you arch your back so you could look into the mirror even more. Your eyes watering from the overwhelming pleasure, you were so close.

"Yes, you can scream it, pretty thing. You may scream, perhaps the whole clan will finally get to know who owns you," your face pressed against the mirror. Neteyam was looking at the reflection casually, admiring what a mess you had become for him. "Such a good girl for me, sevin. Did I really need to teach you manners with my cock, huh?" he slaps your hip playfully.

"Please, don't stop, don't stop," you whimper, just hoping that his treatment didn't involve you not getting your orgasm. Neteyam chuckled at the desperation but he didn't stop, he didn't want to anyway. Then, he felt your tight pussy clenching so hard around his cock, and he knew what he was going to do.

"Perhaps you are right, I didn't do every duty as a mate. I didn't fill this greedy pussy up, is that what you waited for? For me to fucking cum deep inside of you? So desperate to get bred by me, pretty one. Be a good girl and cum on my cock. Watch yourself cumming, sevin" his thighs clap against yours and the coil inside your stomach snaps, covering yours and Neteyam's legs in your juices. "I should have made Lo'ak watch, but I wouldn't stand him seeing you naked," he growls. "I will pump my offspring into you instead, so he could watch my seed take and grow inside of you. My seed, not his. My little pretty girl. Watch as I fill you up with my semen, little girl" he grabs your hair roughly, making you look into the mirror for the last time. Neteyam grunts as he spills himself deep inside of you.

"Neteyam," you whispered exhausted. Your body limb, barely holding itself up. Neteyam sat back a little and pulled you on his knees, still he didn't pull out.

"My pretty thing, my girl, my sevin. I'm so proud of you, my girl," he stroked your hair and kissed your forehead. "You took me so well, sweet one," he was massaging your ass cheeks tenderly. "No more flirting with fucking Lo'ak, understand? If you want me to fuck you rough just ask," he kissed your forehead again. "Now, we will keep it here, deep inside as long as I wish, alright pretty one?" he needed you to cockwarm him, for every time that you flirted with his brother. Neteyam was content, having his little sometimes bratty mate in his strong arms.

Safe heaven

Pair: Neteyam x Human!reader (sully family, others na'vi)

Warning: Neytiri being a bit(a lot) controlling, forced pairing, cozy moments, comfort moments, All characters are adults.

Note: I had this draft half done, and decided to finish it today. Let's see what you think, I left it open ended. If it's received good feedback I'll continue…it's a short story. But how did you find it so far?

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Ko-fi

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4[final]

Returning to the Omaticaya clan, where Neytiri was born, grew up and raised her children, was the best thing she could have done. After the confrontation with the RDA, things seemed to calm down. After a year of living in the Metkayina clan, the Sullys returned to their clan in the jungle. They were accepted immediately and things seemed to be running smoothly. But lately something was making neytiri anxious, and it was the future of her children. Tuk and kiri were still very young, they were just starting to live, lo'ak was still in training, he was not far away from becoming a man. But neteyam was already a man, he was at the perfect age to find a mate and make a family of his own. And neytiri was going to handle this. She wanted neteyam to make a good choice, neteyam was next in line to be Olo'eyktan. As the son of toruk makto, that was a position he had to take, and he had to have a good partner by his side. The mate neteyam chose also chose the position he wanted to belong to, and neytiri wanted him to have the best place in this clan.

Neytiri was given the task of introducing them to the best women in the clan, and with the best references. Many girls were after neteyam and she knew it…she had heard how the girls talked about how amazing and handsome her son was, but neytiri had to find the girl she found perfect. But whenever she introduced a new girl to neteyam he would just say hello…talk to her for a few minutes and that was it. He showed no interest in them, it was as if another ordinary clan member was talking to him. But this did not stop neytiri, that was until she met Lekka. She was a majestic na'vi, she was very beautiful. Not to mention how skilled she was at hunting, a true warrior. Neytiri thought that this girl would be the perfect match for her eldest son, besides the girl had told him that she was very attracted to neteyam and that she was interested in him. So neytiri took this sign as a good opportunity to introduce them both to each other.

Today was a hunting party, neteyam with the Na'vi hunting party had a good day. The hunt had been a success, and they were having a small celebration in the clan, just outside the hallelujah caves. A nice hidden place and perfect for carrying on the omaticaya traditions. The whole clan was there, including some humans. Of course, the Omaticaya clan already had to coexist with the good humans, who had helped them fight this battle between species. The laughter, the dancing filled the atmosphere with peacefulness…neteyam was with his group of friends, moving away for a moment to get a drink. It wasn't until he bumped into his mother. -"Neteyam I glad you're here," said neytiri, next to her was this girl, lekka. Neteyam had to admit she was very pretty. But… he wasn't impressed. -"Hi mom…" neteyam speaks nervously, he already knew where his mother was coming from. It wasn't the first time she introduced him to a na'vi girl. Neytiri laughs a little, taking the girl's arm to bring her closer to Neteyam. - "May I introduce you to lekka, she is the daughter of telup" speaks neytiri. Neteyam makes the 'I see you' sign waving to the girl.

Neteyam could see how nervous the woman was, she was shaking a little bit. And she was looking down, he felt a little sorry for these girls. Her mother always put them in this embarrassing situation. -"Nice to meet you… it's a pleasure. My name is neteyam" neteyam speaks. -"Yes… I've heard a lot about you," says Lekka with a trembling voice. Neytiri apologizes to the couple of guys, telling them that she was going to go get more food, but it was a pretend to leave them alone. According to her everything was going as she had planned. Neytiri proudly approaches the group that was waiting for her and watching from afar. Mo'at, Tsu'tey, Jake were looking at her walking towards them, with a big smile on her face. Neytiri approaches and sits down next to Jake. -"And what do you do now?" asks Mo'at, the woman didn't have to look at her daughter to know that she had done something. -"Me? nothing…the essentials," says neytiri, she is proud of her work, she has just introduced an amazing girl to her son.

"You know that's not going to work, right?" says mo'at. Listening as neytiri chokes a little on her drink. "Mother what are you talking about, of course I do" says neytiri, looking to jake for support. But he just shifts his gaze, trying not to be included in the conversation. On the other hand tsu'tey looks curiously at the two women. "You're trying to get neteyam together with that girl…you can tell he doesn't like her. Besides…this trying to get together never works, look at you," says mo'at. Now it was jake's turn to choke, but from laughter. He knew mo'at was referring to how he and neytiri met. Meanwhile tsu'tey made a groan of annoyance and leaned back on the log behind him. - "I witnessed that, and I agree with mo'at" complains tsu'tey watching as jake continues to laugh.

"Hey…but this is different. Neteyam is different, I know what I'm doing" says neytiri, sitting up more in her seat. She was getting upset, no one in her family understood her. But she wanted neteyam to make the right choice and take her rightful place again. "Love…I know why you're doing this, but it's not necessary. Neteyam will eventually find a girl he likes, you should leave him alone" jake says, but he can see how neytiri is looking at him with a pout. Grimacing for him to keep quiet, jake just laughs a little and keeps drinking. he knew neytiri was stubborn and didn't care what anyone else thought, she was going to do it. Jake watches as neteyam is talking to the girl. You could see how uncomfortable he was, fidgeting a little. His tail was curled up at his heels and he glanced at the group of friends from time to time. - "He looks very nervous," says tsu'tey, he was also looking at the boy. - "Why is he…neytiri" speaks mo'at, looking at his daughter. Neytiri rolls her eyes, and now looks at her son. She clearly noticed how uncomfortable the boy was, but she supposed it was normal. He had never talked to that girl before, he might be nervous because of how cute she was. -"They look good together," says Neytiri. - "Yes they look good…but he doesn't look good" jake grimaces, the interaction his oldest son was now having with that girl was horrible.

"Mo'at?" y/n taps the woman's shoulder, getting her attention. - "Oh, what's wrong?" says mo'at, turning to look at you. All the group's attention was now on you. -"I'm going to go rest, I've finished doing the chores you told me to do," you say, laughing a little.

You had been one of the human children born here in Pandora, just like Spider. And it was normal for you to have interacted with the na'vi from an early age… but while spider preferred to be playing with the sully children, you preferred to go look for fun elsewhere. And that's where you met mo'at, the woman noticed how every day you would go to her hut and watch her in awe as she worked. Or when she was doing her daily chores, you always followed her. She never complained about you, you were quiet and calm, so your presence pleased her. One day mo'at invited you to approach her, and that's when you started asking questions. Which surprised mo'at, you were a very intelligent child, for such a young age. Something told mo'at that she had to help you, and accept you. So she dedicated herself to become your guardian…she would teach you, take care of you and make you join the clan. She would never be your mother, but she would care for you like one.

"Oh thanks, I'll look at the results later" says mo'at, stroking your hand a little. -"Hey, why don't you stay a bit to celebrate… kiri is over there," says jake, waiting for you to accept. You had grown up with his children, you were practically a daughter to him. For some reason, neytiri had no problem with you when you were around his children, she thought you were good. But only that. -"mmm no thanks, I want to go rest" you apologize, and say goodbye to everyone. Starting your way to the lab. -" She has helped you a lot, hasn't she?" speaks tsu'tey, looking at mo'at. The woman was still looking at you from afar, with a proud look. - "You know…she has a great future. She's smart and a quick learner," mo'at says. -And not only in the medical field…in technology she is amazing, you have to see how she helps norm, she is very smart" says jake. Everyone is silent for a moment. -"Besides…she's a very sweet girl, she's good" says mo'at while he continues eating. Neytiri doesn't say anything, she just listens curiously and then turns all her attention to her son neteyam. When she looked, she saw that the boy was no longer there. Instead there was a lekka alone, waiting for the boy to return. Neytiri stood up quickly, approaching the girl. "Where is neteyam?" asked Neytiri, looking around to see if she could find her son. -"I don't know…he said he was going to look for something, and he hasn't come back," says Lekka. Neytiri was going crazy, she didn't know what she was going to do with that boy.

After talking to mo'at, you decided to go to your favorite place. You knew you had told mo'at you were going to rest, but you didn't dare tell her where you were really going to go or do. Walking secretly, as you went deeper into the jungle, you thanked Pandora's nature for being so bright. It was a spectacle for your eyes, walking faster to get to your secret place. Not far away, about 20 minutes walk, there was a crashed plane. You were sure that it was from the first war that the RDA had with the clan, because it was very deteriorated, and the first time you had found it you had to clean some skeletons that were still inside. After a while this had become your secret place. You reached the entrance of the plane, opening it carefully… pushing open a door you had made out of metal. Entering and pointing at it as you closed the door. Approaching a machine you had created not long ago, stretching the rope so that it would turn on and start doing its job, oxygenating the area. This machine allowed the air around it to be clean and safe for you to breathe, at least 10 feet away. The plane had some closed areas, so that the good oxygen didn't get out, but still the pandora's air came in. But still, it was safe for you.

This was the best thing you did…invent. As Norm used to say, you were a little box of surprises, always inventing things and improving others. Since you were little you had been like that, your head was full of ideas and this hideout was the representation of that. Although it didn't have the best structure and your goal was to sign it completely, you were still working on it. Taking off your oxygen mask, placing it on the wall. To start getting more comfortable, he had to be here before long. Or so you thought, looking out the broken window a little. Not getting too close, without leaving your safe zone. You see that no one is around. You sit down near a small table you had down at night, starting to work on the new oxygen mask prototype you were making. You were so busy, you didn't hear the first knocking on the front door. Knock, knock, knock… the knocking got louder and you panicked. Keeping silent, and turning off the lights you had on.

Carefully approaching the door, to see who it was. -"Hey…baby it's me" you hear his voice, and smile a little relieved that it was him. You turn on all the lights and open the door quickly, meeting the boy. Neteyam was at the entrance, looking around, making sure no one was watching him. -"Hey get in quick…the air is getting thinner," you say, taking his hand and pushing him into the plane. Neteyam laughs as he enters carefully, lowering his head as he passes through the door. As soon as he enters, he can feel you wrap your arms around his neck, trapping him in a soft kiss. Giggling against your lips, as he holds you around the waist. Sitting carelessly on the floor. - "Y/N…love" neteyam was laughing, as you pull away caressing his face. Arranging his hair, looking at him carefully, studying his mood. He looked somewhat exhausted and overwhelmed…something seemed to be bothering him. -Are you upset?" you ask, watching as Neteyam lays his head on your chest.

He was sitting on the floor and you were standing between his legs. This allowed a perfect height for him to lie on top of you. -"I am… but it's not you," says Neteyam, as you hug his head closer to your chest. - "Well…anytime you want to talk about it, I'm here," you say. He closes his eyes for a moment, then pulls away from you. "hey, take this," neteyam pulls out of his small pouch, a piece of food that he had wrapped in a leaf. -I saw that you left quickly…you haven't eaten anything," says Neteyam, watching as you take the piece of food and walk away from him, sitting down right in front of him. "Mmmm yeah…I was going to eat with you, but…you looked busy" you open the leaf, but neteyam could see your raised eyebrows. -"Oh, that…this is lekka…you know how my mom is about introducing me to girls" says neteyam, taking your foot in his hands to start massaging it. He didn't want you to bother with him, he wasn't to blame.

"mmm she's very beautiful, I've heard how good she is" you speak, taking a bite of the meat. Now looking up to see neteyam, he was looking at you with a soft smile on his lips. His little eyes are sparkling, as if he is looking at the most beautiful thing in this universe. -"But she's not as beautiful as you…you know that," says neteyam, watching you grimace. Trying not to laugh or choke. Neteyam reaches out his hand, to wipe some sauce from your lips. - "I'm serious… you are so beautiful in my eyes" says the boy, leaving you speechless. He always left you speechless.

You two had grown up together, although you preferred to be with mo'at. You also went to play with spider and the sully boys. Even when you were growing up you preferred to be with neteyam, nothing ever happened. You were just good friends, it wasn't until neteyam had to leave the clan that you noticed that your feelings for him were much greater. Just like neteyam, you promised each other that you would see each other again. And so he kept it, when he returned to the clan the first person neteyam went to look for was you. From then on you had not separated, starting this relationship on the quiet. You used to meet here on the plane, and only here you could be together. Outside you were just good friends…but here is your secret hiding place, you were yourselves. This situation was time consuming, and sometimes it could be exhausting for the two of you.

After eating, and making jokes about hunting neteyam. You both decided to lie down and talk for a while. Neteyam was leaning back in a rather large chair in the plane. While you were lying between his legs, with your back against his chest. Netayam was holding your hand, playing with your fingers, looking at how strange and beautiful they were at the same time. - "Hey…did you notice that now the walls of the plane are sitting more" you speak, listening as Netayam answers you with a 'hmm'. - "I won't close all the windows though, so you can still get your air in and be comfortable in here" you speak. - "you're great baby… I don't know how you have all these ideas" says neteyam, kissing your hair. "I don't know, it's just natural" you laugh, feeling Neteyam wrap his arms around your torso. To pull you closer to him, kissing your shoulder. Lately you had been wearing the na'vi outfit that kiri had given you, and neteyam loved it. He could feel you better this way, without the horrible human clothes you used to wear.

"Baby… how about if you stay to sleep with me here…today?" asks neteyam, you can feel how his tail gives you some taps on your feet. He felt nervous about your answer, it wasn't the first time neteyam proposed this to you, but you always denied it. Saying that norm was waiting for you in the lab. It was partly true, but not that much. -"Mmm I'm not sure" you start to speak, but neteyam interrupts you. -"It would only be today… I don't want to leave you" neteyam hugs you more tightly. Norm wasn't necessarily expecting you, but you knew he was going to ask a lot of questions the next day. Just like neteyam, he knew what he was expecting and even more so coming from his mother. But he didn't really care, he wanted to rest with you, to spend more time with you.

You think about it for a moment… it would be fine if you stayed here. This place was perfectly equipped, besides… you also wanted to stay with him like this. - "Well… it's okay. But we have to get up early, ok" you look up, seeing how neteyam was giving you a big smile. In one swift movement neteyam, grabs you by the waist and lifts you up to get on top of you. You were all giggles, feeling him start to kiss your neck, and chest. "I'm at your service sweetheart" neteyam says excitedly, lying on top of you letting his head rest on your breasts. Breathing deeply of your scent, wrapping his arms all over your body. Sometimes he could forget that he was almost twice your size, and that lately he had grown muscularly. -"You're crushing me," you tease, feeling him release you. -"I'm sorry" he laughs, kissing your lips one last time before settling back. You were his safe haven in this world.

In the hut…

"Hey, have you seen neteyam?" neytiri asks jake. They had gone to sleep very late, noticing that they had never seen neteyam return. Neteyam was still with them in the family hut, although he could go and do whatever he wanted. Noticing that all the kids had arrived but him. "No, maybe he went off to do something else, or he's with someone else," said Jake, not really paying attention to what he said, he was too busy sharpening his knives. But this made neytiri even more curious and she started to think. Maybe neteyame saw lekka again, and she told neytiri that she hadn't seen him so she wouldn't be embarrassed. Or was neteyam with another girl? Or he was getting tired. Neytiri didn't want to look like a stalker mother, but she had to know what was going on in her eldest son's head.

P.S What do you think of this story? I would like to know what you think. <3

—bullying him pt.2 | sub choi soobin

part 1 | part 3 | part 4

tags: bully reader x nerd soobin, gn reader, mean reader, sadistic reader, somewhat possessive reader, one-sided crush but not really (reader has feelings too but doesn’t admit it), public humiliation, public orgasms, dubcon, oral (soob.receiving), vibrator (soob.receiving), unhealthy relationship, heavy exhibitionism, kind of cute at the end?

its a few weeks or maybe months into this weird relationship you two established. or more accurately, you pulling him around and him being at your every beck and call. maybe your relationship with him was a secret, but how downbad he is for you wasn’t. it was real obvious how he looked at you in class, only to look down when you made eye contact with him. a pretty pink blush dusting his cheeks. look at him, getting his hope up and everything. when you call him to your desk during lunch break, he couldn’t help his eagerness, walking past your friends and glancing at you through his bangs. it’s pathetic, really, how excited he gets when you give him attention.

“what… what did you need?” he repeated, barely able to keep himself in check. probably used up all his courage just to choke out those words. your friends stare at the two of you, some holding back their laughter while others were glaring at him. he shrivel under their judging gazes, his tall figure and head slightly slumped as if he was trying to make himself appear smaller. which was impossible, considering how tall he was.

you smile at him, and he lights up a little. “yeah, can you get me a drink at the vending machine?”

he dissipates visibly, a small frown on his plump lips before he nods— you would almost feel bad for him if it weren’t for how cute he looked while sad. he quickly rushed out of the classroom, probably to get away from your friend’s snickering.

soobin’s attraction was no secret even to you. but could you really blame him? just a few days ago, you discovered something shocking (or maybe it was already obvious), not only was soobin a friendless loser (to his own admission), but he also had the biggest, fattest crush on you ever since the start of high school. when he told you, you couldn’t help but grin, this was a gold mine. from then on, it was just so much easier to play with him.

you were slapped out your daze by your friends, they were patting your back while laughing.

“holy shit, you made him your errand boy?” one joked, but you felt a slight rising irritation at their sudden attention towards soobin. it was irrational, seriously, because you really had no problem with it before.

“woah, why the glaring.” another just jested, and you rolled your eyes, packing up your lunch.

“i mean, i would kill for an errand boy. bet he’ll get down on his knees and—“

“shut up. with your face, he doesn’t need to be on his knees to gag” you snap, and perhaps you overreacted. but your friends shrugged it off as a joke, laughing and jabbing at the guy who got insulted

“damn they got you there.”

you put the final item into your bag before standing up and heading for the door.

“yo where you going?”

“rooftop.” you weren’t technically lying.

during school, outside of the classmate context, you pretend to not know him, it was more fun that way. you told him it was because you couldn’t associate with a loser like him, and he meekly nodded. (real reason? teasing him was fun).

it was easy to spot soobin at the vending machine, lamely contemplating which drink you would like the most. so concentrated that he didn’t even notice your figure approaching him until your strong grip was pulling him by the arm. he visibly flinches, wide eyes confused as he stumbles behind you.

“the— you— the drink”

“i wasn’t even thirsty.”

he seemed puzzled at this, but lets you manhandle his tall ass figure anyways (it never ceases to turn him on). you release his arm when you reach the rooftop. he takes a glance at his surroundings before looking back at you. suddenly awkward in his body again, he shifts from one foot to the other while fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“so uhm… what are we do—“

you roughly kiss him and he shuts up with a small startled noise. you push him harshly into the fence and he yelps into the kiss before having his senses dominated by your eager tongue, forcing into his mouth. he was frozen like always, closing his eyes desperately, pilant under your touch because he had no damn idea what he was doing. after a few seconds, his jittery hands push you off, because he physically couldn’t breathe anymore. he inhales shakily, lips wet with saliva and cheeks tinted red.

you hand lowers and begin to unbutton his shirt, feeling from his chest to his stomach. his skin was always so soft and satisfying to feel. (you once asked if he had a skincare routine and he nodded nervously, asking if you wanted to know) you slid your hand up to his nipple, pinching at one. he trembles at this, hands sweaty and he didn’t know where to place them so he just grips at your shoulders. your hand suddenly palms at his bulge and he jolts, a desperate breathy moan escaping his mouth

“it’s! it’s public! we’re— we’re in public!”

he manages to squeak out, eyes squeezed shut. you stop, a snarky expression on your face. you pull away fully, leaving him with his back flush against the fence. he whimpers softly when he felt your weight lift from his body, eyelids fluttering open to look at you.

“m’kay. i’ll just go then.”

you roll your eyes as you turn your heel.

“wait! wait! i’m sorry. im so sorry. please don’t leave me.”

a grin quirks the edges of your lips as you turn back towards him. hands on hips.

“thought you said we’re in public?”

“yes but… i…” he says between bated breathes, blush deepening.

“you still want me to touch you, don’t you? desperate slut.” you step closer to him, grin on your lips.

he gulps, head lowering until his bangs covered his eyes, but you could see the red tips of his ears. he nods slowly.

“good, then we’re doing it my way.”

you stride confidently to him and he shivers. your hand goes to his pants without hesitation, pulling everything down at once. making his rock hard cock slap against his abdomen, angrily red and leaking. you take it in your hands, pumping it a few times and he cries.

“shush. don’t come.”

you just warn, grasping the head of his cock, hard. his thighs tremble but he nods. you found out, while still in the beginning stages of this weird relationship, that soobin orgasms embarrassingly fast. i guess that’s what you get with a perverted virgin nerd who’s only frame of reference for sex is manga porn. but it wasn’t a bad thing really, you just liked seeing him desperately try to hold it in.

“don’t come until i say so, okay?” you repeat, harshly gripping at his cock again and he whimpers a yes.

without hesitation you kneel down, taking his length into your mouth in one go. you can hear his gasp, but you didn’t need to look up to know he was nervous, you could tell with how his calves and thighs shook. you were only teasing when you called him small earlier, because he was big, big enough to hit the back of your throat. you slowly began to move and he moans softly, so sensitive. he tasted sweaty and salty, but it wasn’t a bad scent. (you made sure he was cleaned up after all.)

you pull your mouth off just up till his tip, your tongue swirling around and digging into his slit while your hands pumped the rest of his length. he cries and thrashes, jittery hands coming up to grasp your hair. but you immediately slap him off, glaring up at him. you were in control, not him. you slide your mouth off his cock and he immediately starts apologising.

“i’m sorry! please don’t be mad, i didn’t mean to! i won’t touch you without permission i—i’m sorry, please don’t stop!”

“instead of worrying about your pathetically small dick, how about you worry about your loud ass moans?”

he quickly clasps his hands over his mouth, ears a bright red, eyes teary. you suck his dick into your warm mouth again and he sobs quietly. his moans came out breathy and squeaky, he’s never been a loud moaner, but it was extra hard to keep it down when his bully was literally going to town on his cock. you were enjoying him like he was a lollipop. your hand creeps up to his ass, one finger slipping into his hole, already loose from the morning. (he stayed over and you took him to school) he doubles over, gasping and squirming, thighs trembling, and you knew he was close before he even whispered it. he shakes his head violently, nearly drooling at the double stimulation— and just before his stomach spasms and he feels his sweet orgasm, you pull off. one hand firmly squeezing the base of his cock, denying his orgasm.

he cries out, eyes wide as he processes the situation. you stand, legs a little shaky due to kneeling for so long, a smile on your lips. when he realises you weren’t going to let him cum, he sobs, tears quick to come down. his bunny eyes glancing at you meekly as if asking why you stopped.

“oh soobin.” you tease, dropping his cock from your grip. “class is about to start soon, you wouldn’t want to ruin your perfect track record, do you?”

he looks at you in a silent fear at what you’re insinuating, but don’t worry, you were far meaner than that. you pull his pants further down, digging into your pocket and showing him the vibrating bullet you bought especially for him. more tears fall down and you just chuckle.

it didn’t take much for you to squeeze the bullet in. but he was squirming and whimpering the whole way through, shaking his head and looking at you so pitifully.

“you’re… you’re so mean.” his voice cracks, bottom lip trembling.

you wipe his tears with a smirk, pulling up his pants and buttoning his shirt, his hard-on uncomfortably pressing against the fabric.

“yet look who’s turned on.”

☆★☆

in class it wasn’t any better, he was clearly ruffled, his hair tousled, collar undone and eyes red from previously crying. one of his legs was shaking unrelentlessly as he sits down. wincing when he feels the chair press up against the vibrator.

he was hyperaware how each movement causes the bullet to shift. soobin tries his best to reduce the friction and calm his erection down, but oh boy were you mean. just when he thinks he’s got it handled, you prove him wrong.

because the moment the teacher walked in, the torment began. you would periodically turn on the vibrator, making him jolt in his seat and hit his knee against his desk. alerting everyone to him as he lowers his head in embarrassment, whispering lightly that he was fine when the teacher asked. he came immediately with the stimulation. it was even worse when he was given a question to answer, you were unrelenting, turning it on to the highest setting and making his thighs shake uncontrollably. it took all his willpower and more to not burst out crying and moaning in the middle of class.

“choi soobin? soobin? soobin?”

he jolts from his daze, fists clenching painfully hard, nails digging into his palm. the teacher has been trying to get his attention for the past minute. a few students around him whisper and he quivers. glancing back at you for a second, catching your smug look, hands in your pockets; before he faces back at the teacher.

“mr choi, are you okay?”

no, he was not alright. he had busted into his pants for the 3rd time now and you weren’t even going to give him a break!

“yep, perfectly okay.”

the teacher looks doubtful and god soobin just wishes she would stop talking. he really shouldn’t be thinking like this about his favourite teacher. but please shut up and stop asking already!

“are you sure? you’ve looked uneasy this entire lesson.” and he wanted to dig a hole in the ground to die in shame. he bites his lips hard and you turn down the vibration. is this salvation? are you being nice for once?

“i’m sur —ck.” he bit down on his words, because if he didn’t he would’ve moaned in front of everyone in class. you turned it to the highest, and he really just came in his pants in front of the teacher. he was so overstimulated, it hurt to come, his whole body clenched hard so he could keep his trembling down.

thinking quick on his feet, he covered his stumble with coughing. “i — i may be sick.” he stammers, never has he been a good liar, and you snicker at his cover-up. the teacher however seemed to believe him, no reason to doubt the obedient straight A student after all.

“you should rest when you get home.”

☆★☆

class ends officially with the bell. the teacher dismisses the students with a quick reminder of the homework, not as if anyone was listening. soobin somehow managed to last through the whole class. and thank god was it the last class of the day, otherwise he might really have died. he slumps over his desk in a big sigh of relief. he would pack his things and rush out the door as soon as possible, but— he was afraid to even stand up and move. he didn’t want to look down at his crotch, he knew he had thoroughly soiled his pants and it probably leaked onto the seat.

you waited with him, putting every item extra slow into your bag. when the teacher had left the room, telling you two to lock the classroom behind you. that’s when you moved.

you stand in front of him, dangling the vibrator remote in his face. he fiddles with his fingers, unsure on what to say. at least you seemed happy?

“let’s see the mess you made.”

you slide him with his chair away from his desk, exposing his spread legs and like he thought, his crotch was wet with come. it was a terrible (and arousing) sight, there was a huge wet patch on his crotch and a small puddle on the wooden chair. he has never come this much before and you never overstimulated him this much either. all of this and you didn’t even touch or embrace him! you were so so so mean to him, and he felt tears fall again, his bunny eyes looking up at you in humiliation.

he was just so cute, you couldn’t help it. you wiped his tears with your sleeve, cooing at him.

“soobin, are you embarrassed?”

he nodded, beginning to whine as he sobbed more. embarrassed is an understatement, he felt so degraded. but it turned him on so much. he was starting to think he was masochistic, or maybe that’s just how downbad he was for you.

“you were so obedient, you want a reward? what reward do you want?”

you wipe each tear as it falls out, gently cradling his face. he pondered for a second, shaking his head.

“i don’t know…”

you chuckle, pulling him up and his legs shakes, you put his face in the crook of your neck and hugged his waist. he slumps over you and you rub his back. damn. this was comfortable, he never thought his bully would give a single shit about his feelings and you never thought you would ever comfort him.

why did you even bother to comfort him? it didn’t mean you tolerated him or anything. he was just cute that’s why you let him hug you, telling him he did a good job in his ear. there was no reason behind it, like how there was no reason behind you walking him back to your house, hand in his hand. (only because he was too jittery and wouldn’t stop shaking)

“lets go on a date tomorrow.” you deadpan. nothing behind those words, nope, nothing at all. just a reward for his good behaviour.

he looks at you with stupidly cute hopeful eyes, ignoring the uncomfortable squench in-between his thighs.

“you promise?”

“promise. you big baby.”

in my dreams you love me back (i still love you) ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

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summary: soft moments with shoko keep your heart soft as well, but suguru finds something that he wasn't supposed to.

tw: sfw but vague mentions of losing your virginity. your mother MEDDLES but let's be real, we'd do the same. allusions to the bible for the aesthetic but also because i like the imagery of the themes. not proofread.

notes: title taken from red velvet's "in my dreams." the second half of "i would give up heaven if i had to." another short chapter because i split it in two originally! banner from @/cafekitsune

"You look like shit."

You can't stop the huff that escapes your mouth as Shoko peers at you from your phone, propped up against your rice cooker. She's somewhere in the United States right now, attending a medical conference. She isn't wrong; your ten minute break in the bathroom had turned into a full-blown half hour breakdown. Thankfully, none of your coworkers pointed out the redness of your eyes and the sallow tint to your skin. Your manager had practically forced you to go home early. They all assumed that you had broken down about how the Gojo Satoru had demanded you be the one to make his drink. At this point, you were too tired to correct them.

"I just got back from the cafe, leave me alone." Yawning, you reach for a bowl. "I'm starving and exhausted, and now you're going to yell at me, Sho?"

You can hear the heavy exhale, and the camera blurs as she lets out a cloud of cigarette smoke. "I never said that. Did you see them today?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Nobody else can make you cry that hard, and I know it wasn't me."

You hesitate for a moment. "Mom thinks I should hear them out."

"Personally, I would tell them I'll speak to them after a down payment of 5k."

"Shoko!"

But your laughter fills the air, and you can catch Shoko's self-satisfied smirk from the other end. "There she is." A soft haze fills your screen as her voice softens. "Do I need to fly back and tell the two of them to fuck off?"

"I can tell them to leave myself," you protest, but Shoko gives you a deadpan stare. "Okay, well, maybe it'll be hard."

As the silence falls, warm and comfortable, you bustle around the kitchen, spooning rice into your bowl of leftovers. The air is warm, and despite your exhaustion, you can't help but appreciate the dreaminess of the evening. Shoko watches you, dark eyes unreadable. "What?" you finally ask, curiosity lacing your voice.

"Just be careful," she sighs. "Satoru and Suguru will probably do some crazy shit to get you to notice them. I just don't want those idiots to scare you."

"They don't care enough to do that," is your sardonic reply, and this time, it's her turn to laugh.

"If you really think that, then you're blinder than I thought."

He is breaking me down on every side, and now it's too late for me; he has uprooted my hopes like a tree.

When the number of your old landline rings on Suguru's cellphone, he almost blocks it out of habit before he registers the last four digits. Panicking, he immediately accepts the call.

"Hey, is everything okay? I-"

Your mother's voice chirps back at him, a bit staticky from the old phone that he knows she'd insisted on keeping installed in the kitchen. "Suguru, dear, could you do me a favor?"

Ingrained instinct forces a "yes ma'am," from his mouth before he can even process the request. He can practically hear the smile in your mother's voice. "It won't take too long, don't worry. My back has been aching an awful amount after my last surgery, but I've been meaning to wear some of my old church clothes to Bingo Night. Would you mind grabbing it for me?"

The attic is cluttered and old, and the dust stings his eyes, but Suguru can't bring himself to complain as he begins to rummage through boxes. It feels like seeing you again, like being your Suguru again, as he unearths old photo albums, and stuffed toys. There was the rabbit you used to carry around all the time. A picture frame, of you, Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru one summer afternoon. Carefully, he wipes away the dust, smiling at the memory. You'd lost your front tooth that summer; now, it was forever memorialized.

Finally, he reaches a small collection of boxes in the back. The dress lays draped over a small stack of boxes, but as he grabs it, one topples over, spilling its contents all over the floor.

Suddenly, selfishly, Suguru is grateful that Satoru stayed behind back in their hotel room, because inside the cardboard box is envelopes. At least thousands of them, crammed into each possible corner, dates written on the front in the same handwriting you've had since high school. He tears open another box, only to find the same. Three whole boxes of letters. Selfish hope and heavier dread sinks into his skin like the dust that is slowly falling to the floor; Suguru has unearthed something that he knows he's not supposed to see.

Was this how Adam felt, holding the forbidden fruit in his hand? Which was stronger; the will of God, or the love of man?

"You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman. “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.

He's almost frantic as he searches for the first letter, scattering them around himself until he finds it; labelled a week after Suguru had taken Satoru with him to pursue what they had believed to be an impossible dream. Suguru hesitates only for a moment, until with one decisive swipe, he rips the flap from the waxy paper beneath. This one is addressed to him.

Suguru,

My parents put me in therapy. Remember how we always used to joke that if anyone needed it, it would be you? Why did you leave me? What did I do wrong? It hurts, Sugu, why, why, why My therapist thinks that keeping letters will help, and my parents want me to at least give it a try. Mom won't say anything, but I know she's concerned. Dad's already torn into Toru's parents, so the whole town is fully aware of what they've done. Shoko says that they're practically livid with shame, skulking around the town as that'll fix their reputation. You missed it; there was one night when the fireflies came back, and I swear they filled the entire sky. It was beautiful. It reminded me of the first time we met, do you remember that?

I wish you'd been here to see it. I'm sorry, Suguru. I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough to take along. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you I love you. I hope you're safe. I hope you're taking care of Toru for me.

I love you so much that it's hard to be mad.

Water drips down onto the ink of where you'd signed your name, and with a start, Suguru realizes he's crying. Gently folding the letter, he sets it aside, and reaches for the next one.

Mom and Dad have what Grandma had. I'm scared, Toru. I wish you were here. You'd always say something silly that would make me forget for even a moment.

Another.

I saw you on the television today, Toru. You're so beautiful it hurts.

Another.

I've given up on properly going to college. They're so sick that I'm terrified to leave them alone.

More. More. More.

I try my best not to listen, but the radio in the coffee shop plays the songs you make, Sugu. I hate it, but it's selfish of me. The girl you sing about, does Toru get along with her? Does she make you happy?

He can't stop himself from reading any more than he can stop the tears pouring down his face. They'd missed so much of your life, and yet you'd dutifully written letter after letter, as if you'd planned on them seeing it. Like you hoped they would come back some day. The next letter was only written two years ago, but it turns Suguru's blood to ice.

I saw the scandal on one of the gossip magazines while I was out shopping for groceries, Toru. The Chanel model? Really? I was kind of hoping for the Gucci one, she seems so nice to her assistant.

I say this like you're a celebrity. A celebrity that I can just laugh at, and say "must be nice, having supermodels fall into your lap!" You were mine, once, long before you were hers. I love loved you.

I did something stupid, last night. Remember Kenji, from high school? The one you always hated? I can't even explain it, how furious I was, when I saw you with that model. You looked so happy, like it didn't matter that all your joy and abundance didn't come at my expense.

I ended up sleeping with him for the first time, with anyone for the first time really. I'm not going to write more; it's embarrassing, and it wasn't even good, but I think I'm more upset with myself. It doesn't matter.

It's not like you'll ever find out. Even if you do, it's not like you'll care.

It's not like my love mattered to you to begin with.

Suguru's chest feels as though someone has washed his heart in acid. On paper, the person you were after they left was more jaded. Less optimistic. You no longer spoke of things you wished they were able to experience with you, but rather all the things they'd left behind. You thought they didn't care, and as he forces his useless lungs to take another breath, he knows that he can't leave this town until he convinces you to come with him. As he stumbles down from the attic, dress in hand, your mother gives him a knowing stare.

"Did you find the dress I asked you to grab?"

"Yes ma'am," Suguru says numbly. It's all he says. It's all he can say. Your mother sighs, patting the chair next to her. "Why don't you call Satoru over, hm? Try some of the tea I bought. I remember your mother saying you only drink black. You really should call her more."

Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?

"I'm home!" you call out, slipping your shoes off with one hand as you balance the full bag of groceries in the other. "Did you take your medi-"

The carrots drop to the floor as you take in the sight of Gojo and Geto sitting at your kitchen table with your mother of all people. "What the fuck?"

Geto's eyes are rimmed red, like he'd been crying, while Satoru stares at you with a hint of anguish. "What the fuck," you repeat again, dumbfounded. "Why are you in my house right now?"

Geto opens his mouth to speak, but your mother waves it away. "You know how bad my back's been lately, I really wanted to wear that old emerald dress your father got me, do you remember?"

Stunned, you can only nod.

"And, I didn't want to have you come all the way back from the city just to grab a dress for me, so I called over Suguru and Satoru to help me out," your mother finishes. You can't stop the panic from leaking into your voice.

"Where was the dress?"

From the look on their faces, you know that Geto and Gojo have found it. All the letters you were too weak to send, too weak to throw away. How much did they read?

"The attic, dear," is your mother's quiet response, and when you turn her attention to her, you can see the quiet love and encouragement in her eyes.

What's more important? The love for all the things they did do, or all the things they didn't?

White noises rushes into your head, and you can barely process your mother's departure. Something about Bingo Night? The door clicks shut and you're left with silence so profound that your body almost instinctively crumples in on itself. Suguru can't look you in the eyes, absentmindedly tracing the rim of the delicate porcelain teacup that looks comically small next to his calloused hands. Satoru merely watches, but you can see the tension in his neck, in the way his fingers flex around empty air.

So, you do the only thing you can do. You run.

Turning, you all but sprint up the stairs. You lied. You couldn't do this, couldn't face them, see them, hear them-

Toned arms reach around from behind, pulling you decisively to a well-defined chest. The air is forced out of your lungs as you yelp, squirming out of the hold, only to freeze as Satoru places his cheek on your head, nuzzling into your hair.

"I missed you."

Tears spring to your eyes but Satoru keeps going. "You were the only thing that kept us going. Our apartment was so shitty, we had to put cardboard on the floor just to keep warm. I thought of you all the time. I thought of which stage outfit you'd like better, how you would get along so well with the other members of the group. We didn't forget you. We love you too much for that."

"Stop," you choke out, as your legs crumple under you. Satoru catches you, tugging you further into him, as tears trickle down your face. A blurred shape; Suguru, kneeling in front of you, gently taking your hands in his.

"One chance, princess," he breathes. "Give us one chance to explain ourselves. After that, we'll do whatever you want, give you whatever you want. We've only ever been yours."

You’re like me..Except you’re prettier.

_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_ Fluff! Stalking 0//0, gore, mentions of moidah ^^(murder)

Benny didn’t know why he liked you. Maybe because you both had freckles? Or because the same hair color? Or maybe it’s the way you speak?

He doesn’t know, but he’s not complaining. You looked just like him, except way prettier. He found everything you did pretty.

The way you spoke, the way you held a pencil, the way you sleep..

He’s always thinking of you, thinking of ways to impress you and make you smile. He doesn’t know why though!!

It’s so confusing to him. One day he was a normal teenage boy, the next he was standing outside of his crush’s window and watching them change. Im such a pervert.. He’d think to himself every time he snaps of photo of you sleeping and changing.

Oh but that doesn’t deter him from stopping, no not at all. Wathcing you is his favorite thing to do. Bedsides hacking, that’s a close second. But he’d choose you over any computer any day.

It’s gotten to the point where he sneaks into your house and steals permanently borrows some of your clothes. It’s not like he’s made a shrine dedicated to you, silly. It’s for scientific and educational purposes.

He once planned to kidnap you, but those plans quickly changed when he noticed you gazing at him from across the room.

And it didn’t happen just once.

He came to the conclusion that you thought he was a freak or something, but no no. Oh how Benny was wrong.

He didn’t comprehend the fact that you too were a yandere, and that he was your darling.

You know he stalks you. You know he secretly watches you while you sleep. You do it too. Except you’re more experienced, he’s new to this yandere thing.

So when you kidnap him? He’s ecstatic. “Wow..my own darling kidnapping me..I’ve never felt more happier~” He’d coo happily, shaking in pleasure as you think of which people to kill next for simply looking at him the wrong way.

Every time he’d act out, you’d threaten to let him leave. That of course made him behave. He didn’t want to leave his darlings basement! He prefers

Of course, you feed him and let him roam the mansion you own. Yes, yes, mansion. But, people have to know he’s yours, don’t they? So of course you’d get a collar for him with your name on it.

And boy does he love it. He loves the leash too, it feels good being ordered around like a pet. (*cough* petplay kink *cough*)

He loves being your property.

And you love your pet, don’t you?

_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_ Nyeheheh yandere reader neyeyeyeye >:j. I hope you likey! Anyways onward ho!

My version of chinese+chinese american miku along with a few of my favorite international mikus having hotpot together