izzalovesdilfs

[izzalovesdilfs]

Big bro who pays me to not tell mom and dad about how he uses me as his personal fuck toy. He'll fuck into me and cum inside my little pussy and then just throw a couple hundreds at me like a cheap prostitute <3

[izzalovesdilfs]

obsessive

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you and suna were at your spot; the rooftop of an abandoned building,, beautifully overlooking all of hyogo prefecture. you were sat in his lap,, sharing a blunt,, enjoying each other's presence.

suna,, rin to you,, has been your boyfriend for about a month and half now,, and you're obsessed.

you love everything about him from his dark brown hair,, his mesmerizing eyes,, his physical appearance all the way down to his sarcastic personality.

in addition to your love for him,, you also know everything about him; from the federal details like his full name,, home address,, social security number,, mother and father's name,, to the more mundane ones like his favorite song,, color,, number,, and essentially everything else.

you memorized his whole schedule and adjusted your routes to class to ascertain you'd pass his locker everytime.

you have his instagram password. you go through his following daily,, his likes,, his archive,, everything.

if it's about suna rintaro you need to know.

you stalked him a little too. just to gain more insight into his home life,, you reasoned.

you saw all the nasty things he does behind locked doors. you witnessed him masturbating to your instagram highlights. you even heard how he moans your name as he cums all over the screen of his phone. you were more than flattered to say the least.

you'd be lying if you said you never done the same thing.

you fantasize about the things you want him to do to you too, more than any regular human should.

your late nights are spent with a dildo,, the most similar looking to suna's you could find,, clamps vibrating on both of your nipples,, and your shaky hands holding a hitachi wand to your clit. you cum fast with him on your mind,, and when you do you scream and moan for your rin rin.

but little do you know suna is just like you... but worse.

he does all you do but even more constantly.

in addition to that,, anybody who dares flirt with you or slight you is either jumped or publicly humiliated,, sometimes both. nobody will never know it was him though.

he's protective. nobody is allowed to come within a 2 foot radius of you when he's around. oh and you need to hold his hand at all times too. a little one like you gets lost easily.

and most nights he's at your window,, watching you moan for him,, like his good little slut.

i wonder how you two haven't discovered one another's... extreme behavior.

despite all of this,, you two have yet to be intimate,, and suna's trying to change that today.

now back to the present...

suna passes you the blunt with a heavy exhale. he takes a nice swig of the pink whitney you brought for the two of you before he breaks the peaceful silence you built, "let me try something."

"anything you want." you reply with ease. you trust suna,, and you're not one to ask too many questions anyway.

suna loves that quality of yours. he already doesn't like talking,, so it saves him words. though even if you did ask,, he wouldnt mind explaining everything and anything just for you.

once you pass the blunt back suna takes a drag,, cupping your face and pulling yours to his. you get the idea at this point. you peck his lips before opening your mouth,, so he can transfer his smoke to you.

suna smiles and you do too, "such a smart girl,, catching on so quick. maybe you deserve a lil reward."

he puts the blunt out on your zip up and some of the cherry spills onto your neck. the particles burn on your skin; the pain feels sweet. suna throws the extinguished blunt to the side.

you're a little too high to realize him snaking his hands up your skirt and into your panties until he slowly starts to rub your little clit. you can't protest though,, not that you wanted to,, because sunas lips soon find themselves on yours.

you're still kissing when his hand moves to your throat,, giving it a pleasurable squeeze. before you can do anything about it,, your mouth opens,, tongue lolling out. suna takes advantage and begins to suck on your tongue.

you stay like that for a moment before suna moves down to your neck,, leaving a path of pretty purple bruises leading down to your collarbone. he comes up to speak,

"you're so sweet,, pretty baby. be good for me and this'll be good for both of us,, kay?"

"mkay,, rin rin."

he pulls your jacket's zipper nearly all the way down,, unknowing of your lack of clothes underneath. upon realization,, rin grins a stupid,, drunken grin. he kisses your lips once more before sucking and swirling his tongue against the harden buds decorating the supple mounds on your chest.

his fingers stop their circles on your clit,, eliciting a high pitched whine from you,, and slip into your cunt. two fingers,, after a few pumps,, turn into three.

until suna suddenly stops. you whine and complain as suna lifts you up and lays you down on the roof, positioning himself between your thighs.

"please rin rin,, pleasee hurryyy!"

"patience,, little one. you're gonna love this."

he reaches into his pocket and grabs his pocket knife,, tracing it along your thighs. the cool metal contrasting your warmth makes you moan. suna then slips it under the waistband of your panties and cuts them clean off. the knife goes back into his pocket,, and his face goes into your pretty pussy.

he slurps,, spits,, swallows and suckles as you squirm and sob. he enjoys every noise you make and convulsion of your beautiful form. it doesn't last long though,, for as soon as he plunges his fingers back into you you squirt all over his fingers and face.

he gives you a second before he sits you up. he takes your hands and guides them to take his sweats and boxers down. your hands, with sunas guidance, pull them just under his balls, exposing his thick dick to you,, throbbing as it stands,, painfully hard.

"open." suna commands,, and you abide.

he brings his tip to your lips and automatically you suck. you swirl your tongue and give kitten licks to his tip, making sure to give it ample attention before moving to his shaft.

when you do finally move down to his length,, you suck along the sides before placing half his length down your throat. your head moves in a wave motion,, eventually you take his whole cock inside the wet cavern that is your mouth.

"mhmm.. just like that,, pretty. you're so good at this. youre such a perfect little thing just for me."

sunas head is thrown back,, his hands the only things keeping him up. you really start to hear him moan as you hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue to accompany the bobbing of your head.

"...mine, mine, mine. nobody else can have you."

low grunts,, soft moans and sighs that can only be described as pretty all come from sunas mouth. you giggle at his cuteness,, the vibrations from your action immediately go to his dick and push him over the edge.

sunas slender hands grab the back of your head and push you down his dick,, forcing you to let his cum leak down your throat until he lets go. you swallow.

rintaro takes his squirt covered shirt off before laying you back down on your back. quickly,, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. with each thrust he goes deeper, deeper and deeper.

rin grabs your ankles, holding them over your head,, he has you in a mating press. he angles himself to hit that one spongey spot you love. how does he know where it is? all the times he watched you try ever so hard to hit it with your little dildo. maybe he should make this known to you...

"i'm way better than that dildo, aren't i, little one?"

"huuhh..? how do yo- fuckk! know about that?"

"answer me, baby."

"yes! way way better! way better than any of my toys! please faster,, rin harder!!"

rintaro slams into you over and over until youre both ready to cum. and when you do you do it together.

you both lay there for a while,, eventually you put your clothes back on. you both drink for a little longer until suna carries you home and spends the night at your house <3.

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im back... maybe. i feel like everytime im here i write a fic to self project then leave. wtv 🤷‍♀️. btw this rushed so dnt come for me.

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everything ???

[izzalovesdilfs]

don't fuck your enemy!

synopsis: you just so happened to end up drunk with your enemy in the club bathroom. what would be more fuck than punching him in the face? fucking him!

includes: nsfw! scara x reader public sex ish. slight degradation. unprotected bathroom sex, p in v sex, mentions of oral sex, reader is under the influence but its all consensual. slight car sex, little bit of regret. this feels new to me, but I absolutely loved writing it! based off a request that I will link here

“scaraaa…”

“quit whining.”

you’re wiggling your hips to him, as he struggles to get his belt off.

“you’re obnoxious. is this how you treat everyone you say you hate? slut.”

“and you’re the one feeding into it. just shut up and-“

the moan you let out is drowned in the music. it’s not loud enough to draw attention, but if anyone else is in the bathroom, they’d definitely hear it. it’s not your fault you’re in this position, after a couple of rounds of shots, this stupid, sexy man wouldn’t stop staring at you in what he says is ‘disgust’. hard to believe when he wasted no time in following through with your advances, pressing you against the stall wall and crashing his lips onto yours.

but yes, you’re a slut for letting him push his cock past your lips, keeping your eyes trained on him as he groaned about how good that felt when you weren’t spewing bullshit, or you nuzzling your head into his hand as he tangles his fingers in your well-done hair.

but no, he’s not a fucking whore for dragging you off the ground and for bunching your short dress up at your hips. nor is he one for pressing his lips against your skin, marking up and down your neck as his fingers glide over your clothed hole before pulling your panties into the side.

you won’t let it get to you now though, because the mixture of the alcohol making your mind spin, with the way the heat from his fingers is dancing around your body, tracing obscure shapes into the fat of your hips before sliding up to cup your breasts is enough to keep any other words out of your mouth, save for his name.

it’s almost insane how good he is because he’s rocking just enough to hit you with enough force, but not enough to shake the plastic frame of the makeshift wall. your hands are finding his wrists, trying to ground yourself to something, anything while he fucks your senses away in the bathroom of some upscale nightclub, trying to ground himself from how good you feel. this has to be wrong on so many levels, fucking you, after everything you’ve said, he’s said, you’ve done, he’s done?

that seems to be the least of your worries now because he can see your eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out of your mouth as he slides a finger into the heat of your mouth. your reactions to his touch are quick, the way you jerk into his hand, or close your lips around his fingers like it was nothing. like it’s what you were made to do. his wet digits now slide back down towards your swollen clit, applying a certain pressure that has you crying out his name with that grating, gorgeous voice of yours. he doesn’t even have it in him to silence you, he’s twitching at the way it rolls off your tongue. fuck, if he knew you’d be this perfect, he would have cut the bullshit and bent you over long ago! but maybe it was more rewarding like this, fleeting memories of all the times he’s pumped his cock to the thought of your face moving through his mind, as your lewd expression brings him back to you.

he’s craning his head the slightest bit to catch your eye. when he does, you smile. and he could cum right then and there from the way your eyes crinkle at the corners through the flush of your cheeks. you mouth out a silent ‘kiss’, and he’s on you in an instant, tongue sliding against yours as the bitter taste of the alcohol finds its way toward him. but he doesn’t care about that. he’s more concerned about the way you’re starting to writhe and shake against him, becoming more and more unsettled with the lack of your own movement. so you do your best to stop him, pushing him off of you as you finally get to breathe. your words come out with a sweet giggle, finger pressing against his chest as your drunken state blurs your vision the slightest amount.

“wanna ride you, pretty boy.”

if anyone who didn’t know the two of you were to for some reason swing this door open now, they’d think the two of you were insatiable lovers who just couldn’t wait to make it home. to anyone that doesn’t know you, they’d probably have to wipe their eyes twice to pretend they weren’t seeing you bounce on scaramouche’s cock like this. he’s seated on the closed toilet lid, absolutely dazed as you ride him to bits. your nails are digging into his shoulders hard, giving you strong balance as you move with a determination even he can’t fathom. but you’ve been dreaming of this, finally getting him to shut up with that pussy or yours, it’s a shame you didn’t get to shove his face in it; but maybe it’s for the best. even in this mindset you know tomorrow is going to be full of headaches and a lot of unanswered questions, so why not enjoy the now? keep anything from getting too far. what exactly is too far you ask? you’re not sure either, because licking into each other's mouths while he fucks up into you would be seen as pretty far for some people.

and he breaks away first, lazy eyes searching yours as he mumbles about his coming orgasm. you’re smiling that stupid smile that makes his dick twitch again, and giving him a polite nod. his eyebrows furrow.

“inside? you sure?”

you’re rolling your eyes at the obscurity of it all. he can ‘discretely’ slide your expensive lace panties into his pocket, press you up against this gross wall, and even fuck you presumably drunk. but cumming inside you is weird.

“yes-yes! i’m sure. just-just hurry up,”

and he’s smacking his teeth at the tone of your voice, hand coming down strong on the swell of your ass while he starts to chase his orgasm. your breaths are shallow, deep with intent as you grind against him, brushing up close to him so you can release in tandem with him.

it works a little too well, because you’re spasming against him in a way that he’s never seen before. your orgasm, plus the feeling of his cum starting to paint your inside white hot with thick spurts is peeling away any reservations you had about this whole situation before, moans loud and cracking as you ride it out for the two of you. his head is hung back, adam’s apple bobbing only a slight bit as he comes to, the soft bite you give it making him snap his head back down before he pinches your thigh. you pout, but begin to get up nonetheless, because you’ve probably spent way too long in here already.

you're much more sober now, trying to ignore the daggers that scaramouche is glaring into your back as you adjust your outfit in the mirror.

"was the sex really that bad?"

the statement is supposed to sound snarky, but it comes out more desperate than anything. you clear your throat, focusing your attention on the paint on the floor instead, dreadfully anticipating how he will bite back this time. but he doesn't. instead, you're greeted with the plush of his lips against yours, hands finding a home on your hips omce again as you grip at his collar. you're moaning into his mouth once more, attempting to slide your tongue against his.

but he pulls away before you can, beelining for the exit door instead. your lips are in a hard pout. as you hear him mumble something about needing to go home. you also happen to catch the part where he more clearly states the exact parking space his car is in right now before letting the door swing shut.

you're alone with your thoughts now. your mind is much clearer, and you're visibly torn between doing the right thing, that is, going back to your friends and enjoying the party like you should've been, or going down and potentially making the same albeit lovely, very rewarding mistake twice. the way the 'fuck it' rolls off your tongue now is a secure answer to what you decide to do, quickly making your way towards where you hope your friends are before announcing that you'll be on your way.

it's been minutes, seven exactly, scaramouche is counting. he shouldn't be here, he should've left immediately he stuck the key in the ignition. but he's waiting rather impatiently, in hopes that you'd find your way down. he knows you're not stupid, he knows you would regret it, hell, he should be regretting it too. but that annoying little feeling in his heart won't let him pull out of the space just yet. and thank archons for that, because he can see the pattern of your dress outside his tinted window as you tap on the glass.

the silence once you get in is stupidly uncomfortable. the air is thick with tension, both of you avoiding each other's gazes as the impact of your previous actions weighs in the air. scaramouche takes the initiative to speak first.

"we should-"

"your windows are tinted. can you eat me out?"

he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"you're absolutely insufferable."

"l-less talking, please."

he'll roll his eyes, but dip his head back down between your legs all the same. you're sprawled out in his back seat, fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue assaults your folds. maybe the first kiss was a mistake, maybe him fucking you against the wall was a big mistake. but his fingers sliding into you now? curling just exactly where they should be? there's no mistake here.

[izzalovesdilfs]

ಇ.ೀ teachers pet | satoru gojo

everyone knew… everyone knew because he would stare at you and make those eyes that would shoot daggers in yours.

everyone knew because he would bend down next to you and whisper in your ear while everyone else uncomfortably watched.

did you care? not one bit. they were just jealous and envious of you because someone like him would like you.

telling you to meet him after class while everyone else sighed and rolled their eyes, making snarky remarks.

you’ll purposely wear short skirts or revealing clothes just to see how he had to hold himself back until the end of class.

his eyes were on no one else but you, and everyone fucking hated it.

"dismissed, i have a meeting," satoru says, wiping off the gigantic white board. your eyes scanning over everyone as they left.

once he was done, he looked straight at you, a smirk on his face as he just stood there with his hands in his pockets.

this always happened. he either dismissed the class early or made up a lie so he could have more time with you.

“you’re lucky this is my last class, professor gojo.” that lighthearted comment made his heart warm but made his blood run cold.

he knew he shouldn’t be getting involved with you; it was dangerous, plus this was a job; don’t mix work with pleasure, goddamit.

satoru’s eyes trailed over the outfit you had on today—just jeans and a baby tee—and the little bit of skin being exposed made him aroused anyway.

this pattern has happened ever since the school year started; he didn’t mean for it to happen, like he sought you out.

his eyes just trailed over to your row one day and saw you—the way you had your head in your palm as you acted disinterested in the topic at hand.

it reminds him of how he was around your age.

trailing his eyes over to you every once in a while turned into calling you after class to “help” you.

then little comments about how you looked and smelled.

“you look nice; the skirt is a little short, no?” that’s when he knew he wanted you in more ways than one.

his little comments would flatter you, but you wouldn’t think too much of it until he started touching you.

putting his hand in your back and rubbing circles, or moving your hair out of your face, or holding your hand.

you weren’t crazy. this wasn’t normal, but your thoughts were proven right when he kissed you.

he couldn’t take his eyes off you, trying to explain what frustrated you in the lesson, but he couldn’t focus. you looked so good.

it was make-or-break.

leaning in and kissing your lips, taking in all of you and the sweet lipgloss you were wearing, it caught you off guard, but you didn’t stop him.

instead, the both of you kept going… and going… and going until you were spread eagle on his desk getting pounded.

his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried to cover his moans, you felt so good—better than he imagined.

holding back your moans and the fear of being caught by someone made his dick feel even better.

thoughts flying through his head about getting caught and how the both of you would return to a regular relationship after this...

but you just felt too good for him to keep thinking.

“i’ll give you an “A” for the whole semester just..." his words trailed off as he squinted at you and that naughty expression you were making.

your hand trailing down your body to your clit, slowly rubbing it, your walls clenching on his dick as pleasure pulsed through you.

satoru’s body is tensing and his dick is pulsing as he lets out a small moan.

“…just keep seeing me," he says shortly after he releases, sliding his dick on top of your cunt releasing.

a sly smirk on your face as you watch him try to calm down, his face all red and his hands shaking a little.

after that, you did just that; you kept seeing him in secret, not telling a soul, but you weren’t doing it for the grade, but because you felt something.

something new, and you were sure he did too.

[izzalovesdilfs]

need my older brother to r4pe me and be all apologetic about it. “shh, shh, i’m so sorry, i need this- stop crying, shut up, it’ll be over in a second- here, let me touch you so you’ll feel good too”

and maybe if i fight back too hard he’ll snap and i’ll see a glimpse of my father’s anger in him and i’ll never be able to look at him the same way again 😇😇

[izzalovesdilfs]

and the stars.

Pretty girls love the moon.

[izzalovesdilfs]

i am abt to mf cry, why are so many blogs deactivated with the best story’s

[izzalovesdilfs]

I wanna watch sibcest content with my sibcest sibling x3 I wanna bury my cock in my little sister as we're watching Oreimo, I wanna eat her little pussy as she reads a new Eromanga Sensei Doujin, I wanna her to stop sucking my cock during To-Love Ru for her to say she wants Rito and Mikan to end up together! Let's speed run the incest route in TCOAAL and see who gets needy first? Please please just give me a wholesome sibcest love!!!

[izzalovesdilfs]

tw: incest (brother/sister) , dubcon (she consents but doesn't really know what she's consenting too)

A quiet gasp escaped Isabelle's lips and she watched her parents from a crack in the door. Her mother was laid out on their bed and her father was hovering over her, moving vigorously. With every snap of her father's hips, a pleasurable moan or gasp escaped her mother's lips. Isabelle didn't exactly understand what she was seeing but she felt a warm feeling developing between her legs that she'd never experienced before. Hesitantly, she touched between her legs, rubbing at her panty covered mound. She thought touching it might make the feeling go away but it just made it worse.

Isabelle heard a noise behind her and quickly yanked her hand away. Anxiously looking for the source of the sound, she looked down the hall. She relaxed when she saw that it was just Michael her older brother. He shot her a confused looked and she placed a finger over her mouth, telling him to keep quiet. She wasn't sure what her parents were doing but she felt strongly that whatever it was, they wouldn't appreciate her looking.

"What are you doing?" he whispers to her. She squirms as his hot breath tickles her ear.

She just points to the gap in the door, and steps away so that he can take her place and look through.

"What are they doing?" She asked him, peering at them over his shoulder.

"Fucking," he told her bluntly. She wrinkled her nose at the word, repeating it back at him as a question.

He turned away from them and towards her. "Be quiet and I'll show you," he replied. He grabbed her by her shoulders, turned her, and pushed her forward so that her cheek rested against the wall. He stood close behind her, his chest against her back and his hard cock against her ass. He slipped one of his hands down her panties, running his fingers against her wet slit.

"Someone's excited, hm?" He asked her, voice low and rough in her ear, as he pushed a thick finger into her tight channel. "Oh, fuck. Your little pussy's so tight."

"W-wait, Michael. I don't know about this. I feel weird," she protested. He just shushed her. "Be quite. You don't want them to hear you, do you?" He added another finger and scissored his fingers, stretching out her hole. Drenched in her liquids, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and circled her clit. Isabelle groaned and panted at the sensations. It was weird but it felt so good. She didn't ever want him to stop. Eye's closed, head back, and mouth open, his sister grinded her delicious little pussy against his fingers.

"Yeah, just like that. Good girl," he told her.

"What's happening? I dont-"

"Just let it happen. Come on, Bella. Cum on my fingers."

Cum? She didn't know what that meant but that didn't stop the feeling from overwhelming her. Isabelle had her first ever orgasm on her big brothers fingers, outside of their parents bedroom. Michael didn't give her a lot of time to bathe in the after glow of her orgasm. Quickly, he pulled his hard cock out of his sleep pants and pulled her panties to the side, positioning himself against her entrance. He locked eyes with her as he began to slowly push his fat cock into her tight channel. He watched her mouth take on a little "o" shape and her eye roll back into her skull as she was slowly split open by his cock.

"God, look at you. You look so good on my big dick."

After what felt like a short eternity, he was balls deep. He rested his head against her shoulder as he took several deep breaths, trying to collect himself.

She was so hot and tight around him, it was almost overwhelming. Isabelle whined and rocked her hips against him, trying to get him to move. Her pussy hurt, stretched at it was around his cock, but she'd had her taste of pleasure and she wanted more. Michael pulled out until only the head of his dick was in her pussy and then thrust his hips, filling her completely. Isabelle moaned loudly and Michael slapped his hand over her mouth. He could hear their mother talking in the bed room but couldn't quite make out what she was saying. They stood there quietly for a moment, just listening. There was a grumble of a reply from their father and then that was it.

Slowly, as not to make much noise, Michael thrust in and out of his sisters cunt. Isabelle, pushed at his thigh, trying to tell him to stop but he grabbed her hands and held them above her head. They'd come this far, he wasn't stopping until he came. With his free hand, he rubbed at Belle's clit and she quickly regained her previous enthusiasm.

It wasn't long until she cumming on his cock, panting and writhing while trying to stay quiet. As she came, her cunt clenched tightly around Michael's dick pushing him over the edge. He shot his load deep into her unprotected pussy. He knew she wasn't on any kind of birth control so it wasn't unreasonable to think that she might be carrying his kid soon. The thought of breeding her fertile cunt was more than enough to inspire a second round. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her tight snatch, his cum dribbled out of her cunt and down her legs.

"I'm not done with you yet," he told her as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his bedroom.

He laid her out on his bed. Spread out on his sheets, she was ripe for the taking. He pulled off her soiled panties and threw them onto his floor. In the safety of his bedroom, he could take his time and enjoy her properly.

"This," he told her, pointing to her pussy," belongs to me now."

[izzalovesdilfs]

[izzalovesdilfs]

So, there's this whole callout unfolding on Tumblr right now about this disgraced tumblr named d-e-a-d-e-y-e. Apparently, he's been using celebrity pics to catfish people and harassing women sexually on the platform. The whole point of this callout is to warn others to steer clear of him.

But then there's this other user, @izamami, who keeps defending d-e-a-d-e-y-e despite all the evidence against him. It's like she's blind to the fact that he's a catfisher and a molester. Also she is using her followers and willing to deceive her followers by denying his actions. It's like she's so thirsty for male attention that she'll support anyone, even a scumbag like him. she's so desperate for male approval that she's backing up a catfisher and molester.

Holy f

I just saw that in my inbox, girl do yourself a favor and let him be, he is not worth it - like defending him if there is legit proof

Also you all stay safe and be careful in the internet!!💕💕

[izzalovesdilfs]

i need him to bite my clit

[izzalovesdilfs]

Cigarettes were unhealthy as shit but at least they made you look fuckable. people looked fuckable. now everytime someone takes a hit from their vape, we lose more of our eroticism

[izzalovesdilfs]

bf who asks “you want a treat??” while unbuttoning his pants

[izzalovesdilfs]

would love to hear any thoughts you have of what you think sukuna was like with a darling 1000 years ago, in the past before he became a curse

JJK ! IMAGINE

Ryomen Sukuna x darling

CW: 1.2k

TW: noncon, death of reader, fluff to angst

Back when you were both little, Sukuna was just a village clown – a little rascal old farmers would shout at after he’d set their farm animals loose, skipping down the dirt roads with a sun-swallowing grin as they chased him away with their cane in the air.

He was the one with the unruly hair, bruised hands, and scuffed knees who’d steal bread from the baker and set the temple on fire. The one everyone knew to suspect but who managed to slip away somehow, always scot-free.

And you were his little cheerleader. Always hiding your giggle behind two hands, knowing it wasn’t ladylike of you to encourage him.

But he’d pull shenanigans just to make you smile. Often acting scary, playing in the shadows before popping out with a roar, scaring all the other children around the campfire, and getting scolded by the teachers. He’d pout when put in a timeout, running away and pulling you by the wrist to keep him company while the whole village searched for the two of you long into the night.

He'd found a spot for just the two of you. A cavern behind a veil of green, with a crack in the ceiling that allowed the moon to spill in, just bright enough to still let Spiderlillies bloom. He'd make a small fire, and you’d play shadow puppets on the rock. You’d make pine people and play the villagers while he’d put bird skulls on his fingers and act as the village monster.

Your father didn’t approve of him. Especially as the two of you got older with marriage arrangements fast approaching. Like always, it was unladylike of you to run around with the boy who never seemed to grow up.

You’d always loved the same person, but it wasn’t up to you. And soon you’d been promised to someone else.

Sometimes, you wished Sukuna was just a bit different – or, at the least, that he’d act somewhat differently. Maybe then he’d been good enough for you in the eyes of others. In your heart of hearts, you can't help but think that he’s a little selfish for never having tried for your sake, but when he surprises you in the night with those devious eyes and that childish smirk upon his lips, you can never will yourself to say no – let alone keep yourself from smiling and leaping into his arms.

Even on your wedding day, you wondered if he’d come – if only to say one last goodbye. You even selfishly wondered if he’d apologize and tell you he’d wished he’d tried harder, fought, and insisted on being a man who truly deserved you – that he regrets he isn’t the one taking your hand.

But you were a fool.

Maybe it was best he hadn’t, you thought after sitting awhile – a silent tear rolling down your cheek. In your wedding robes with your heart breaking. The maids gush and think it’s just wedding jitters, and you allow them that understanding even though your wedding is the furthest thing from your mind.

Your mother tells you that you’re beautiful, and it’s but a small salve to your aching – but enough to make the tears stop. She wishes you good luck and leaves you with the maids.

It’s only a short moment later that you hear screams. Blood-curdling, dying wails – worse than anything you’d heard in your life.

You follow quickly and find the ceremony in a bloodbath. So many lightless eyes stare blankly toward nothingness, their fine-dressed bodies piled on top of each other on the floor, blood-soaked and ripped limb from limb.

There’s only one thing left standing. Splattered in red blotches and black markings you don’t recognize. It breathes like a beast but stands atop the carnage as though the kills were all for sport.

But somehow… despite the second eyes, you knew that face.

“Sukuna…”

He turned, and you saw the other side of him, a deformed mockery of his once so pretty face. His eyes had gone red, glowing like a wolf in the wild – four of them, you counted now. They all blinked at the same time when looking at you.

You flinched, looking back at the slaughter of your village. Breath shivering. “What have you done?”

 “I’ve ensured no one's left to stand between us- no one to take you away from me- no one to tell me I’m not good enough-”

That isn’t his voice. Those aren’t his words. This isn’t the man you know – not the one you love. Sukuna isn’t a murderer. This was… this was a demon.

You ran. Slipping in your drapes as you pushed yourself forward, heart in your throat with lungs bursting your ribcage. You make it out into the moonlight before he has you pinned in the dewy midnight grass.

He growls something, but you can’t hear it. There’s too much blood rushing past your ears, hot and deafening, as you shake your head – eyes squeezed tight while you claw and kick at the thing that has you pinned.

“Get away- don’t touch me-”

Two of his arms grab your wrists and push them down flat by your head. The other two grab your face – not entirely softly, but much softer than what you’d expect from a monster. 

“Are you gonna tell me I’m not good enough for you too?” His words waft onto your face, warm with the breath that feels so familiar – a taste you’ve swallowed so many times before. 

But it just can’t be him, you deny. “I don’t know you- I don’t know who you are-”

It angers him. His hands strengthen their hold, and you wince as he leans in closer with a sneer. “Sure you do. I’m that village pest you waste your precious time on. The one you can’t be caught with during the day.”

You shake your head again with a cry. “You lie. Sukuna wouldn’t do this. He’s not cruel- he’d never hurt me-”

“You hurt me!” He argues with a roar, cutting you off sharply.

There's a heavy pause.

His lips ghost yours with teeth, making you whimper caught beneath him before he continues kissing you with his words. “Whispering you love me during the night, with your hands and legs wrapped around me like a brazen little whore, before you go and marry someone else in the same fortnight. Who’s the cruel one?”

“It wasn’t my choice-” You deny then, finally acknowledging it’s him but still not daring to open your eyes.

“Tch-” He scoffs callously, bitterly disappointed and judging you just as viciously. “Is that how you console yourself?”

The hands he’d held your face with slipped down your neck, stroking your skin with streaks of wet blood and hot tears, traveling down the dip of your attire with fingers curling around the fabric before tearing it off you.

“Maybe you can seek refuge in that now, as well.”

You killed yourself that same night after he’d had his way with you.

You’ve been dead a thousand years now.

Every year, on the day of your death, he plants a Spiderlilly by his shrine to honor you. Sometimes, he gets the urge to rip them all up, but he just ends up shouting instead.

He can barely remember your smell, your warmth, your face, the size of your hand in his. But still, not remembering the exact feel of you just makes missing you all the more painful.

tip-jar: Kofi

[izzalovesdilfs]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 > i like his ass also this is short because i was lazy

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 > smut w afab! reader, he’s crazy for u, ur crazy for him, he calls you a girl, spitting into your mouth, aphrodisiacs hehe

you stare into wriothesley‘s eyes helplessly. you knew he had full control and power over you— it was a bit embarrassing, but arousing at the same time.

he blinked his dull eyes at you before trailing down to the crystal clear liquid he held in his hand.

“hm.” he hummed, bringing the lousy cup to his lips.

wasn’t that meant for you?

you look at him cluelessly and innocently. you looked so pretty— so beautiful for him, and him alone.

wriothesley cupped your chin, so he could open your mouth a bit— spit.

it sputtered down from his lips and onto yours. “open your mouth like a good girl.”

and hesitantly, you opened your mouth for him— and you swore he spat into your mouth more than he needed to.

how nasty— yet hot.

“your such a good, good girl my sweet.” he purred, closing your mouth shut for you.

“feel anything yet?”

you shook your head, a lie.

you could feel that burning sensation in you boil— you wanted him to touch you, take you in every way possible, to be tangled up with him.

oh, you wanted it all…

“good girls don’t lie my sweet.” he muttered, pushing your body down firmly into the sheets.

“c’mon tell me— i can make you feel good, trust me.” he smiled warmly— but his intentions weren’t all that… warm.

“okay… i-i feel really-really..” he brought a finger up to your mouth.

“aroused? wet? hm..? i could already tell. your panties are practically soaking.” he whispered— playing with the hem of your underwear.

“i..”

“shush.” he cut you off again. “let me take care of you.”

with that your panties were immediately ripped off and discarded to the ground.

“no use for that, right?��

he grinned, as your flushed at his actions.

“you want this, no?”

“yes please…” you nodded quickly— of course you wanted it. “please wrio— just—“

you were cut off by a strained moan as wriothesley‘s fingers shoved inside your aching cunny.

“you were saying?”

oh lord you wanted to smack that stupid grin off his face.

but you felt far to good to deny him.

you needed him.

and you weren’t sure if it was just in general or due to those stupid drugs.

maybe both.

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[izzalovesdilfs]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 > this was somewhat rushed but i still like how it turned out… but mmm xiao 😍

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 > smut (it’s literal kinktober guys), afab! reader, i suggest mdni.. however i cannot control you all.

warmth.

that was what you felt as xiao’s cock slid into your wet, wet hole.

“mmmh..” you let out a groan, your eyes shutting almost sleepily.

“hah… fuck, your as tight as always.” he muttered, his breath hitching every time your walls clamped around his member.

soft whines escaped your pretty lips, tears bubbling in your eyes. if anything, you were overwhelmed— but it felt so good. so fucking good.

“f-fuck..” xiao’s eyes widened a bit when he saw your pained expression. “don’t cry, shush…” he whispered, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before a moan interrupted him.

he brought his head back up, away from your face. “mmh…”

he batted his lashes at you— and hesitantly he brought a hand up the softness of your ass.

he looked over towards the window… maybe he could be a little nasty today.

“i’m so sorry for what i’m about to do, love.” he said quickly, shutting his eyes close before quickly opening them again.

and with a swift motion he plunged his finger inside your (other) hole.

you let out a whine, back arching, only displaying yourself better to him.

“x-xiao..” you bit your lip, trying to contain your sobs.

“yeah..?” he asked softly, still thrusting in and out of you at a merciless pace.

you tried to form your words but you were far too overwhelmed with pleasure.

“once again, i’m sorry love.” he brushed the hair out of your eyes.

“please forgive me for my… sinful, sinful acts.”

he continued to pump his cock in and out of you.

“to be completely honest though, i don’t regret doing any of this shit at all.”

“you feel mad good, and you’ll feel even better with my cum stuffed in you.”

there was a moment of silence, the only thing you good hear were you never ending whines and moans and the sound of the bed creaking.

“in fact, make sure to cum with me. ‘mkay?”

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