#f@ck buddy

[seventhdiscipleworldwide]

while some of you are still in the friend zone. this is what they do in secret.

[inchidentally]

¡¿dos?!

[devianttxrts]

open to: w/nb 25+ muse: sabina 'sabine' octavia meade, 27 - 31, lesbian, art history professor by day/wealthy wild child by night

"look, we don't need to talk about our day jobs." there was no point, and besides, it wasn't a subject sabine was willing to engage with anyway. it was easier for her life to thrive if she kept the two distinctly separate; harmony was a fickle thing to balance. "i'm much more interested in learning what those fingers can do."

[svnsetblvd]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ a closed starter for @strongxsurvivors.

“you know… you talking about my family the moment we’re done hooking up isn’t exactly the biggest of turn-ons for me. you’re my fuck buddy, not my therapist.”

[lizleeships]

...When you want your f*ck buddy to become your f*ck husband

(And yes, it is the year 2024 and I am still making sad men comics, sue me)

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[sturnioz]

‘JUST A F*CK’ — MATT STURNIOLO

pairing. matt sturniolo x fem!reader genre. smut, angst.

word count. 3.2k

❝i thought everything would’ve changed after a few months…❞

content warning. explicit content, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, subtle nipple sucking and biting, dirty talk, unprotected sex, spanking, creampie, extreme mean!matt vibes.

authors note. this is not a happy fic. it's labelled angst for a reason. you have been warned. also, i am still on a little writing hiatus. this is just something i revamped from an old blog of mine.

The notification that chimes and flashes across your phone's lockscreen sends a shiver down your spine, and your feet immediately carry you across your bedroom in a hurry, picking up articles of clothing that were thrown carelessly across your floor and shoving them away in your dresser before you rush into the bathroom, preparing yourself for Matt’s arrival.

Matt has been your fuck buddy for a little over six months—an arrangement that was made by the two of you when you had once confessed that you were tired of your inexperience, and Matt was more than willing to step up and offer himself to be the one that would take your through some sexual desires and fantasies. 

In truth, it was supposed to be a one, maybe two, time thing. But it progressed into something a lot more serious when both of you realised how good it felt being with each other so intimately—how easy it was to hook-up together rather than going out and finding someone different whenever you felt the urge for a release. 

You would be lying if you said you didn’t catch any feelings over the period of time you have been sleeping together, though. 

Each moment was different after the other—more intense, more passionate, more real. You immediately noticed during the fourth month that this arrangement wasn’t treated like a regular hook-up situation anymore… it was different.

( 1 ) Matt started staying over after sex, whether it was to cuddle or to sleep. ( 2 ) He would take you out to expensive restaurants, paying for your meals and even gifting you your favourite bouquet of flowers from time to time. ( 3 ) He kissed you one night in the middle of fucking you against a bathroom stall, completely unprovoked as kissing wasn’t apart of the original arrangement—and he’s never stopped since.

You never questioned him about the sudden affections he was giving you, and you definitely weren’t complaining either. 

In fact, you like it. You like him. 

Would you ever admit your likeness to him? Maybe, if there was a right time and place to do so. But unfortunately, you never found it, and even if you did, you’d always forget when Matt is balls deep inside you—making you too dumb on his cock to form a coherent sentence. 

It takes you a few more minutes to shower and make sure your body feels smooth and silky, applying the best lotions after shaving and spritzing his favourite perfume of yours on your neck. 

However, you curse under your breath as you clip on your new lacy lingerie set, a deep frown tugging at your lips as you spot the tear in the material as you do a last once over in the mirror. 

Frustrated was an understatement. 

You bought this lingerie set a few days ago when scrolling through a website with Matt lounging beside you, his finger pointing to the screen as he lazily drawls that this was the prettiest set out of them all. 

And of course, you bought it. Why wouldn’t you?

“Alright… no bra it is.” you finally decide with a sigh, unclipping it from your body and stuffing it at the back of your dresser, making a mental note to remember to throw it away after spending the night with Matt. 

You sit down on the edge of your bed, heart hammering against your ribs as you lean back on your hands, arching your back just enough to present yourself the way you know he likes. Every so often, your eyes dart to the glowing digits of the clock on your nightstand, and it feels like time is dragging, but the anticipation keeps you sane, your chest tight with excitement.

Then, you hear it—the front door swinging open, followed by the sharp slam of it closing.

Your pulse quickens as his familiar footsteps climb the stairs, and you sit perfectly still, readying yourself for the moment the bedroom door opens and he sees you exactly as he asked, waiting for that compliment and praise for following his orders.

But when the door swings open, he doesn’t say a word.

Matt steps inside, toeing off his sneakers, nudging them toward the side as the soft click of the door shutting behind him fills the room. He doesn’t speak, but he does look at you—his eyes dragging over you, slow and deliberate.

And in that moment, it’s enough.

The look, the way his teeth catch his bottom lip—it makes you feel perfect. It makes you feel wanted.

He says nothing when he walks through your bedroom door. He just toes off his shoes, kicking them to the side as he shuts the door behind himself. But he does look at you, and you feel good again, especially when his eyes roam over your appearance, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip as he beckons you over with his finger and points to the floor in front of him.

Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he crooks his finger and gestures for you to come closer, pointing to the floor in front of him.

You can’t stop the giddiness bubbling up in your chest, but you suppress it the best you can, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from grinning too broadly. Sliding off the bed, you sink to your hands and knees, moving toward him with a slowness that you hope he finds teasing—playful.

His smirk deepens as his eyes follow your every movement, and by the time you kneel in front of him, you feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Matt doesn’t say anything—he doesn’t have to. Not when he’s watching your fingers toy with the zipper on his jeans, tugging them down his legs along with his boxers, and you eye hungrily at his cock that bobs in front of your face. 

You take him in your hand, the other massaging his balls as you lean forward to lick the tip, keeping your eyes on him. But he grabs the back of your head and pushes you forward to take more of him into your mouth, and you happily oblige, moving your head up and down on him as you try to ignore the urge to gag every time his mushroom tip hits the back of your throat.

You’re loving the noises he makes, feeling light-headed and stomach erupting into butterfly-like flutters as he grunts, his fingers gripping your hair as he guides your movements as you slurp and suck on his cock.

Happily, you let your jaw grow slack as he uses your mouth for his own personal pleasure, tears bubbling down your cheeks as he continues thrusting down your throat. You’re unable to hold back your frequent gags and chokes, breathing through your nose steadily as you look up to meet his eyes, vision blurry. 

“So fucking good t’me, baby,” he praises you. “Know you love choking on this dick.”

His movements slow as his balls tighten, his hand caresses your tear-stained cheek with a gentle motion. His cock twitches on your tongue, and you realise he’s close to cumming, which makes you eager to go faster—to feel him spill his load down the back of your throat—but he pulls at your hair in warning, tugging you off his cock with a lewd pop. 

“I want you to cum on my tongue,” you pout, his tip bumping your top lip as you lean forward again. “Wanna taste you. Wanna please you.”

“It’s not about what you want,” Matt shakes his head, his eyes narrowing. “I want to cum in that sweet, little pussy I love so much… doesn’t that sound better than me filling your throat?”

You frantically nod your head at that, ignoring the stinging sensation in your scalp from the fast movement as his fingers are still twisted in your hair in a tight grip. He grins, releasing you from his grasp only to pull you up from the floor by your arm, tugging you over to the bed. 

A shriek leaves your lips as he pushes you down onto the bed, but you’re silenced when he climbs over you, fitting between your legs to slot his mouth against yours in a heated and sloppy kiss—leaving your lungs burning for air.

He smears his lips across your cheek and down your neck, smothering your skin in wet smooches before making his way to your bare chest. His hands grope your breasts, squeezing and tweaking your nipples with his thumb. 

One flick. Two flicks. Three flicks.

You gasp as he finally takes one into his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue around the pebbled bud, and you push your chest forward—eager and desperate—for him to softly bite down on your nipple in warning, raising his gaze to glare at you as you cry out at the pain, your fingers gripping the roots of his hair out of instinct. 

He slaps your hands away with another warning, “Behave.”

Matt gives the other nipple his attention now, repeating his movements. You let out a whiney moan this time as he bites down on the flesh of your breast instead of the perky bud itself, feeling his hand sliding down your tummy to your lacy underwear.

He yanks your panties down your leg, a subtle rip in the fabric echoing in the air, before he discards them carelessly over his shoulder. Your eyes immediately narrow at that, your eyebrows knitting together as you feel irritated over the fact he hasn’t even bothered to take notice of the lingerie you bought specifically for him. 

Yet your agitation slips away when his fingers make contact with your clit, rubbing in circular motions in a pace that has your hips twitching upwards, wanting more. 

“Please..” you breathlessly whisper, thighs closing around his hand. “Faster.”

“Don’t be needy,” he shakes his head as he forces your thighs apart with his separate hand. “Can’t touch you the way you want. Don’t have time today.” 

You make a confused noise, blinking as you watch Matt pull his hand away to grip your hips tightly to flip you over, your vision going blurry for a split moment before everything goes black—your face pressed into the pillows, ass in the air, presented to him.

You turn your head to the side, managing to catch him in your peripheral vision. “Do.. do you have somewhere to be later?”

“Yeah,” his answer is blunt—clipped—making you want to question him further, but the feeling of his cock rubbing through the slickness of your folds makes you forget your words so easily, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pushes into you, burying himself to the hilt.

The sound of skin meeting skin, curses, and moans of his name fill the entire room. Your fingers twist in the bedsheets to ground yourself as Matt rails you from behind, his hands groping and squeezing your ass as it bounces back against his thighs. 

“Like seeing you like this,” Matt pants, licking at his bottom lip as his thrusts faster when he feels your inner walls clench around him. “Dripping down my cock, moaning my name….”

You try to push your hips back to meet his thrusts, whines and moans spilling from your lips as you inch closer and closer to your orgasm, but it’s just out of reach. Your fingers find your clit, rubbing in time with his harsh thrusts, and it’s enough to send you over the edge, a loud cry ripping from the back of your throat as you cream all over his cock.

Matt’s quick to throw you into a new position, pushing you onto your back, forcing your knees to your chest as he pushes deeper inside of you, chasing his own high eagerly as your cunt convulses around him, squeezing him in tighter.

Your thighs burn, and you peer up at him to watch his expressions, seeing him bite down hard on his bottom lip as he pistons his hips at a pace that has your headboard slamming against your wall loudly. You mentally apologise to your neighbours, knowing you’re going to get another noise complaint tomorrow and some dirty looks that’ll have you unable to look them in the eyes the next few weeks.

“Please… please cum for me,” you manage to find your voice, your pussy sore and senses overstimulated from the constant rubbing of his pelvis against your clit. “F-fill me up.” 

“You want my cum, baby?” he asks you, his movements jerky as he nears closer to his orgasm. “You want me to fill this pussy? Fuck you full?”

“Please! Please, please, please, please—”

Your chanting is cut off when Matt slams his hips against yours, cock twitching within your walls before spilling inside of you in long, warm spurts, filling you up just like promised. Your legs tremble as you cum once again, weakly this time, and your pussy throbs as he ruts into you slowly, milking his balls dry.

It’s too much for you now, your cunt raw and sensitive, causing you to pat his arm repeatedly. He chuckles quietly, pressing his lips hard to yours while he slowly pulls himself out of you, his cum dripping out onto the sheets.

Matt is the first to break the kiss, pulling away with a lazy exhale before rolling to your side and draping an arm around your waist. His fingers rest against your skin as the two of you lay in silence for a moment, your breathing still uneven, hearts slowly settling after everything that just occurred.

And yet, your own heart feels anything but calm.

It’s racing for an entirely different reason now.

This is it. This is that moment you’ve been waiting for. The perfect time to lay it all out on the table—the emotions you’ve been holding back, everything that’s been building inside of you for months now.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you begin quietly, your voice trembling a little. You glance down, nervously fiddling with the rings on his fingers, twisting them in slow circles as if you’re trying to ground yourself. 

“Yeah?” Matt hums softly, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “What is it?”

“I…” you hesitate, your mind spinning with second guesses as the doubt creeps in, whispering every possible way that this could go so wrong. But when Matt squeezes your hand, his fingers tangling with yours in a way that feels comforting—safe—the doubt fades away. “I like you.”

Matt freezes. 

“What?” he snaps suddenly, his voice cutting. His hand rips away from yours as if your touch burns him, and he’s sitting up, shifting to the edge of the bed, putting distance between you both as his wide eyes lock onto yours. You can’t read him.

“I like you…” you repeat, much quieter this time. You reach out for him, desperate for some kind of reassurance for this big moment, but he flinches away like you’re something utterly repulsive. 

“Why?”

You blink, stunned by the venom laced in his tone. You must’ve heard him wrong. “Because of everything that’s been happening between us,” you say softly, giving him a small, hopeful smile that you hope eases this unreadable tension. “I thought we were closer than this, you know? I thought maybe we crossed that line when—”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Matt interrupts, and you watch as he slips out of bed, hastily pulling on his boxers as if he can’t stand to be exposed in front of you any longer. “We’re just fucking. That’s it. We agreed to that. Not—” he gestures vaguely between you, his expression hardening. “This.”

Your smile falters, crumbling beneath the weight of his words. “You… say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“Because it is!” Matt snaps, running a hand through his tousled hair. He paces the room, his grimace twisting the knife deeper into your chest and you grip the blanket, wrapping it tightly around yourself as if it could save you your dignity. 

“I’m sorry…” you murmur weakly, the apology slipping out before you can stop it. Your voice cracks, but you push yourself forward, hoping that this can still be saved. “But… you’ve been giving me the impression that this was more than just a hook-up. You told me you liked me the other night—”

Matt cuts you off with a bitter scoff, “Not in the way you like me. Jesus.”

“Matt, you’ve stayed after sex. You’ve cuddled me—you’ve slept here. You take me out. You buy me things. You’ve kissed me like… like it meant something,” you say, your voice breaking as the tears begin to well in your eyes. 

“And? That’s just what we do. We’re comfortable enough to do those things, alright? Doesn’t mean I magically want a relationship with you.”

“I thought everything would’ve changed after a few months…” you admit, your voice barely audible.

Matt’s laugh is sharp, humourless, “Yeah? Well, you thought wrong.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, stealing the air from your legs. Your chest tightens painfully, and you can feel the tears spilling down your cheeks, hot and unrelenting, forcing you to look away as you refuse to meet his gaze. 

You don’t want to see the disgusted look on his features anymore.

“I can’t believe you’ve fucked this up for us,” Matt mutters, shaking his head as he yanks his jeans on. “What we had was good, and then you just… shit.”

“I’m sorry.” 

Matt doesn’t respond as he’s too busy pulling on his shirt, his movements rushed and agitated. Every so often, you can see him glance at you in your peripheral vision, and the disbelief and horrified look in his eyes make your stomach churn.

You want to disappear, to melt into the bed and escape the humiliation that’s clawing painfully at your chest. 

“This—what we had—it’s done,” Matt says finally, gesturing between the two of you with a ringed finger. “It’s over, completely. Unless…” he pauses for a moment, his lips curling. “Unless you come back to your senses and get your head screwed on straight.”

You shake your head, wiping at your tear-stained cheeks. “No. I think it’s over for good,” you whisper, sniffling. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way for you. I can’t… I won’t.”

Matt stares at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. 

Then, he shrugs, tone flat. “Alright.” 

He turns toward the door, yanking it open with a sharp motion, and for a brief second, he hesitates, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes meet yours, and they’re cold, empty. “Delete my number. Don’t contact me. Ever.”

And with that, he’s gone. 

The door slams shut behind him, the sound echoing in the silence he’s left behind while you sit there, staring at the empty space where he stood, your hands trembling in your lap as the weight of his words sinks in. 

The tears come harder now, unstoppable, your chest heaving as you clutch the blanket tighter around yourself as the sobs wrack your body, choking and spluttering for breath. 

He’s gone, and you’re left alone, your heart shattering into pieces too small to put back together, unsure if you'll ever be mended again.

authors note (2). also this is lowkey giving an au character of mine.

©STURNIOZ 𐔌 . all rights reserved.

[ogviceversa]

Don’t F*ck With The Boss

Luca:

Being the boss really has its perks, you know. And now it looks like I’m going to be the boss for a very long time— especially after taking care all of the rats in my circle.

So I guess you’re wonderin’ how a young fella like me is running such a big underground organization. Well… I haven’t always been this young or even looked like this.

Actually a few weeks ago, I was a 58 year old Italian guy. Well respected in my community but some of the guys working for me didn’t like the way I ran things.

So what did those fella do? They ran to the cops and gave them enough to get me arrested.

You know, these guys know a bunch of things but not everything. Especially my secret weapon, Magic.

I know it sounds goofy but I’ve obtained a bunch of ancient magical artifacts. And one of those pieces gives me the power to do a little switcheroo with any one of my choosing.

And when I found out that one of my right hand guys, Jack, was leading my take down for my spot…

Well that’s how I got this sweet new body of mine.

You see Jack has 3 sons and I had my eyes set on his oldest one.

Now, I’m not completely evil here. I know Jack’s son didn’t do anything to cause this.

So I put Jack in my body which is now behind bars. And his son is in a body that I know will satisfy him.

I know this because I talked to Jack’s son and gave him his options. And luckily he selected the right one.

He takes a handsome body around his age that is very wealthy, doesn’t ask any questions…while his dad gets sent to prison in mine.

And it’s funny because I could have taken any body I wanted but really— I just wanted Jack to know that I’m now his possessing his son’s body.

And boyyyy am I loving it!!!

I wake up in the morning feeling amazing! No back pain, no stiffness— well other than my new dick.

And you wanna know what’s crazy? I’m no longer attracted to women. Just men. I guess Jack’s son was gay. And what’s even crazier is that I prefer it.

I recently discovered my new found love for male feet. I like to think I have a very sexy new pair of them.

My new feet are hairy and my toes look perfect. The soles of them are soft to the touch and the smell after a long day really turns me on.

And you know what else turns me on? Having guys worship them.

The rest of those traitors are all facing there punishment. I swapped them into a bunch of twinkish looking guys and they all have certain new jobs now.

For instance, take Julius here— prior to his little stunt, he was 6 foot, 270 pounds of muscle, and could beat up just about anyone. A real Goon.

Now his job is to goon over my perfect feet! And I know he likes it, I watch him sniff and kiss them. And I always notice the tent growing in his pants.

I just know for a guy like that, it has to be humiliating. I set specific rules for him and the others— they serve me, cook for me, clean for me, do my laundry. None of them can’ cum without my permission.

And if one of them steps out of line— I pull out another magical item I have with me. A very special knife that can detach anyone’s body parts without hurting them.

One of them has already tried it with me. Running his mouth… well that one lost his ‘body’ privilege for a couple of weeks.

He should have been smart and kept his mouth shut. Because I’m starting to prefer him this way.

I discovered without his dumb cute head attached his body will do whatever I say. So I’ll bring his body to bed with me at night and have my fun.

And I don’t have to hear anything from it. It’s even a nice cuddle buddy at night.

I guess it really does pay to be the boss and now that I have all of this power, youth, and soon to be wealth. I’m thinking about making this operation bigger.

Potentially swapping all of my team with ‘non suspicious’ good looking guys. If I do that then no one would ever suspect a thing!

Hmmmm… not a terrible idea. I’ll have to think that one over.

In the meantime, I’m going to take this sexy headless body, all of my boys, and have an amazing orgy.

And hell— I might even let all of them cum. But not until I blow my load 😆

[sylus-shivanika]

One of the biggest mischaracterizations this fandom makes about Sylus and MC's dynamic is the claim that they only started dating after Magnum Opus, or that they were in a "situationship." But anyone who truly understands their connection knows that Sylus and MC have always been deeply committed to one another. Their bond is built on a foundation of pure love,soulful, unwavering, and emotionally profound, even when unspoken.

Their connection doesn’t need labels like "dating" or "f*ck buddies" to be valid. Those terms lack the emotional depth and long-term commitment that define Sylus and MC. Their love has always been about being together in the truest sense, for eternity. It's a love that transcends physicality and surface-level definitions.

To reduce such a sacred, destined bond to something casual or undefined is not only inaccurate, it’s unfair. Sylus and MC's relationship is the embodiment of pure love: timeless, intentional, and eternal.

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

Let me cook some more

Sexy things I like about the side characters/ sexy things I think they do (minus Luke)

Diavolo

The way he just immediately drops everything to be with you wether its to f*ck or just generally hangout he's there

How big he is like dude. He's probably massive if he can contain Beel by himself

His back decorated in those royal gems like UGH GIVE IT TO ME

His laugh is both cute and sexy like do it again please

His muscles. They are big but not like oddly big just right and so so biteable

Barb

His hands. I can't really explain it but like him holding your hand to kiss then slowly pulling away dragging his fingers across your skin

His eyes they are so dominating and scary but also get very half lidded and even more pretty when he's flushed/ turned on

His need to please you. It's only natural since he's a butler so I feel he is such a service top

When he gets mad I feel like it wouldn't scare MC just turn them on because HELLO

Solomon

Idk why but I feel like his all black clothing is just so sexy like wear that outfit again please

He is teasing on purpose like whisper dirty things into your ear and make suggestive comments while trying to act innocent

He is very handsy. Standing still? His hands are on your hips. Sitting? His hands are on your thigh.

He loves to toy with you too especially around the brothers and idk it just makes me hot and bothered like he's smirking at the brothers while being all touchy like 'do something I dare you'

Simeon

He's also a massive begger and whiner as well but like it's so pretty that you want more

His back and stomach. Actually scratch that just any skin he shows. His outfits are so cunty yet I feel like if you touch the bare skin that's out he'd immediately blush

I feel like he's a switch so he has top tendencies as well and they come out unexpectedly like when he's irritated he will be like "come here." Like omfg

His face is just so pretty too and his hair like lemme pull on it 😈

13

She is VERY touchy. Constantly holding your hand or any part of your body saying it comforts her but she will subconsciously touch a little too close to sensitive areas and apologize yet continues

Her voice is so soothing yet sexy like imagine her flirting with you and slurring her words on purpose

Her stomach and thighs. They look so soft and pretty like can I please touch them?

Her tattoos. Need I say more?

Her eyes as well they are so pretty id stare into them for hours

Meso

His height. Having to look up to him or him leaning down to talk to you.

He is also very large but I feel like his hands are bigger than most but like that's damn okay with me

His attitude. It's the type of like fuck buddies who are always fighting. Not necessarily hate fuck more like play fighting fuck.

Raphael

His stomach. It's toned and a pretty tan I also feel he's sensitive there as well.

Since he doesn't show emotion enough I feel like once you get him going he is LOUD.

when he's a bit mean. Sometimes it annoys me other times it's attractive like hm~ is he like that in bed?

[kamiversee]

Sukuna’s Fuck Buddy ꨄ

[ { Synopsis } ] ➤ You agree to be friends with benefits with Sukuna, not exactly expecting to get ruined in different ways every week.

[ { Need to know } ] ➤ This is a What-If scenario that stems from my fic; The F*ck List— A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt.

[ { Content & Warning } ] ➤ f!reader, dirty talk, tw; spitting, degrading, manhandling, pet names, fingering, unprotected sex, language, brief/slight exhibitionism, & Sukuna has a filthy mouth.

[ { Paring } ] ➤ Sukuna x f!reader.

[ { Word Count } ] ➤ 4.2k

"A whore," Sukuna commented, clearly joking but his words had made you uneasy.

It was oddly specific. You hadn't thought much of it when he called you a whore the night prior, since, y'know, you liked being degraded. But, something about that being his assumption for your occupation was a crazy coincidence.

Especially considering how hellbent Gojo always is on telling you not to call yourself that. The more you thought about it...

Gojo got upset at something from Sukuna's party, he didn't want you to call yourself a whore all of a sudden, Sukuna seems to have believed that was your actual job, and you remember how pissed Gojo seemed as he thought about you sleeping with Sukuna-

Holy fuck. Are the two connected somehow? Is something going on? What does Gojo owe Sukuna? Does Sukuna know you only slept with him as payment to clear Gojo's debt? Is-

A finger had poked your forehead and you blinked out of your thoughts.

Sukuna was chuckling, "I was joking, woman. Calm down." He uttered, "I actually thought you worked at one of those beauty stores."

You raised a brow, still feeling uneasy with the man. "Beauty stores?"

"Sephora, Ulta," He shrugged, "Wherever the fuck. I pictured you being one of those cute little cashiers."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment...?" You murmured.

"Or working at McDonald's, I don't know, I didn't think too hard on it-- jus' wanted to fuck you," Sukuna admitted honestly.

Your expression drops, "Oh..."

His hand had gone to your chin and he tipped your face up, "Do you want me to want something more from you?"

His gaze was intense like always, causing chills to slip down your back. You shook your head, "I mean, no... I only wanted you to fuck me."

"We could keep doing this," Sukuna suggested with a shrug, "Make' it a weekly thing."

You batted your eyelashes at him a few times in thought. At the time, things definitely would've gone differently had you not answered his request but... Somewhere deep down inside, you wanted to make it a weekly thing.

"Really?" You had asked the man, taking him by slight surprise.

Sukuna had wholeheartedly expected you to disregard his suggestion to you but, you didn't. "Yes, really," He replied before stepping closer to his bedside where you were seated and leaning toward you, "Let's fuck every week."

You stared at him with wide eyes for a long moment, contemplating numerous things in your head. Technically, you should've said no. You should've moved on from the topic, y'know, brushed his offer off entirely.

Yet there you were, steadily nodding your head in agreement before uttering a simple, "Okay."

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Which takes you to right now, a few weeks after said agreement where you find yourself in the backseat of one of Sukuna's cars, your legs sprawled out over his as you sit prettily in his lap.

Since agreeing to be friends with benefits with Sukuna, you and him have met up once a week, sometimes twice, just to fuck each other.

In Sukuna's right hand was his cell phone, the device up at his ear as he conversed with someone as if his free hand wasn't occupied with toying with your dripping cunt-- thick fingers fucking so deep into you and curling just right against your slick walls.

Your back was against his firm chest, lips parted with heavy pants and soft moans spilling from your throat as the lewd sound of Sukuna finger fucking you filled his vehicle.

Trying so hard not to be loud in courtesy of whoever he was on the phone with, you bit your lower lip, “Mmmh… Sukuna…” You mewl out gently.

He’s been at it for a while and you could even feel how hard his cock was against your ass, his tip leaking and member twitching beneath the fabric of his sweats every time you squirmed.

Sukuna sighs heavily and pulls the phone away from his mouth only to bring his lips to your ear, “Shut the fuck up. If she hears you, I’ll stop…” Pausing mid-sentence as your cunt squeezes tighter around his fingers, he smirks, “Slut.”

“P-Please… hah… don’t stop,” Your voice was filled with pure and utter need, just as he liked.

Sukuna angles his head down a bit, planting a soft and all too teasing kiss below your ear, his breath tickling your neck, “Then shut up.”

You’re nodding, closing your mouth, and swallowing down your own moans as he purposefully shoves his fingers into you at a rougher pace.

In and out and in and out, your pussy was gushing around his fingers— mouth opening and jaw dropping every now and then as he hit all the right spots.

“Fuck,” You curse under your breath as your torso leans forward and you shoot a hand down to grab his wrist.

Sukuna’s speaking to whoever he has on the phone but you only register a few words every now and then. “Mhmmmm,” He hummed and you swore that was directed toward you as your eyes flickered back— he knew you were close.

Sukuna’s fingers slid almost all the way out of your hole just to tease you, his fingertips slipping up to flick over your clit. A breathy moan leaves your lips as he rubs your clit aggressively, drawing circles over the bud and making your legs draw together.

“M’gonna cum,” You whine out quietly, struggling to keep your noises in.

He wanted to make things harder for you so he smirks, “Yeah?” Sukuna taunted, “Gonna’ make a mess? Hm?”

Your head just barely angled back to look at him, seeing that he didn’t bother to move the phone away or mute it so whoever he was talking to heard everything he just said. This overwhelming feeling of embarrassment and arousal shoots throughout your body and your face twists up in pleasure as Sukuna sinks his fingers back into you.

“No, not you,” He spat to whoever he was talking to on call, smirking at you afterward, “I told you I was busy when we first got on the phone…”

Your hips jerked forward a bit as you unintentionally moved to ride his fingers, panting and maintaining eye contact with the man. He nearly felt like he was getting high off of merely watching you grow so stupidly drunk in lust. 

“S’kuna…” You mumbled.

His cock ached in his sweats and he nodded, “Mhm, yeah, y’know what, I’ll call you back— I have a needy whore to take care of.”

You turned your head to face forward as he said that, once again feeling embarrassed and even squeezing your legs together a bit. The sound of Sukuna scoffing is heard and then his phone is, quite literally, tossed somewhere else.

He shifts and his now free hand goes to your hip as his other kneads into your pussy, making you dizzy in satisfaction as you continue trying to keep quiet.

“Look at you…” Sukuna taunts, “You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

You nod stupidly, feeling the knot in your core build as your orgasm approaches, “Y-Yeah… fuck, please.”

“Hm? Please what?” He scoffs, as if he hadn’t had a tendency to strip you of your climax multiple times.

“Hah… Let me cum, p-please Sukuna,” Your voice was a needy but quiet whine and he bit his lower lip once he acknowledged you were still following his orders of being quiet.

Sukuna snickers, “Uhuh, I will,” He hums, “Jus’ keep squeezin’ around my fingers,” He leans forward so he could speak into your ear, low and rasped voice driving you over the edge, “Yeahhhh, like that— Fuckin’ whore.”

Your jaw drops and your mouth forms an immediate O shape as your eyes flicker, back arching, and whimper escaping your throat— you cum hard while still trying to be quiet, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you do so.

There’s a slick sound of Sukuna still toying with your cunt as you come undone and then he sits back, parting his legs a bit as you readjust into his lap and his fingers slip out of you.

Sukuna coos, “See? Was that so hard? Now here,” He moves one hand to your throat, forcing your back to be against his chest as his other hand goes to your lips, “Clean yourself off my fingers, messy girl.”

His digits that’d just been inside you prod at your lips, tapping your lower one before you part them and Sukuna pushes his fingers in. He was such a nasty man, forcing you to taste yourself and clean your slick off his fingers— you couldn’t stand him sometimes.

Not to mention how he teases you as he does so, “Taste good, right?” Sukuna asked.

You whirl your tongue around his fingers and then pull off them with a hard and firm suck, a slight pop emitting from the action, “Mhm…”

“Good,” Both of Sukuna’s hands go to your hips and he lifts you up. You hardly realize what he’s doing until he forces you to turn around and face him. Then, he makes sure you remain hovering over his crotch as he works his cock out of his sweats, his eyes on yours as if he were seconds away from devouring you.

Sukuna looked ravished for you, tired of the past minutes he spent on some tedious phone call when he could’ve been buried inches into your sloppy hole. His eyes were low-lidded, maroon shade dazed with this feral need for you.

Oh, he was about to fuck the shit out of you— as he typically does. You’d picked up on that much, how his eyes would change, his breathing grown heavier, voice low and pitched with this sexy rasp that made your cunt flutter.

“Do me a favor,” Sukuna suddenly voices out, making you blink out of your daze. Your hands were on his broad shoulders, keeping yourself hovered over him. “Sit on this dick ‘nd make another mess f’me,” He instructed, words causing you to look down at his hard, slightly curved cock that’s been freed from his clothes.

It’s so damn intimidating— the way his veins bulge, how his hand jerks at his shaft in quick pulls, tip sticky and leaking precum as you stare with pretty wide eyes.

Your legs were straddling his already so, after a moment of admiring his cock, your eyes flicked back up to his face. Sukuna was glaring at you, impatiently waiting for you to plop down onto his twitching member.

His gaze sent a chill down your spine and your body was finally moving again. You lower yourself steadily as you glance down again but because of how slow you were living and how needy Sukuna was, he goes to grab your hips and pulls your cunt down to his cock, tip pressing up against your hole.

Both of you let out a heavy exhale in sync and you rock your hips forward just a little bit to ride his flushed tip.

“Don’t fuckin’ tease me, woman,” Sukuna breathes out, voice more airy than he would’ve liked.

You smirk, “Sukuna…” Your gaze lifts to his face once more, “You’re drippin’.” You whisper tauntingly.

His brows tense and his cock suddenly pushes up a few inches into you, a shallow thrust made in reaction to your words. Sukuna’s dirty talk was rubbing off on you and it drove him crazy. The hands on your waist grip even tighter, sure to leave marks as his fingernails dig into you and he slams you down on his dick.

Your eyes widen, face twists up, and a sluty moan leaves your throat, “Oh fuck-,”

“Told’ you not to fuckin’ tease me,” Sukuna huffs out in an aggravated tone. His big rough hands slide up to your waist and he holds onto you tightly before forcing you to ride him at the pace he wanted.

You’re moving to keep up with his motions as best you can, using your legs to lift yourself up and then plop your cunt down on his cock over and over— sucking him in deep and tight each time you go down.

Meanwhile, Sukuna’s forcing you through it, making sure you don’t slow down for even a second. “Needy ass couldn’t even let me finish my phone call,” He grunts out, “Pussy just needed my cock, huh? She’s that greedy?”

Your cunt just flutters and gushes around his dick, walls closing around his shaft as a moan slips past your lips, “I… ah, oh-, fuuck… m’sorry.”

“Aw, you’re sorry?” Sukuna mocks, “No you’re nottt, you wanted me off the phone, didn’t you?”

You shake your head, “N-No…”

“No? Hah,” That smirk of his starts to appear and his hands slide down your body, caressing your skin as you ride him in earnest, “You wanted them to hear?”

Your hips stutter in movement and your eyes widen, “I-“

“Wanted them to hear how desperate you are for some cock?” Sukuna huffs out, hips suddenly snapping up into you, “How dumb you get once it’s in you? Hm?”

“F-Fuck, Sukuna-, ah, mghh.” You whine, hips coming to an almost complete stop as Sukuna fucks his cock up into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass as his tip rams up into your cervix.

To make matters worse, he slaps your ass, “Did I say you could stop? Keep fuckin’ ridin’ me.” Sukuna orders meanly, making you whine as you find your movement again, earning a smirk from him in response to how your hips match his thrusts.

There was this slight shake to his car as you bounced up and down on his cock and he kept fucking it up into you, making it hard for you to think or even moan properly.

 He smirks and then holds your hips again, slamming you down slowly but roughly along with his words, “Mmmgh, just. like. that.” Sukuna groans, tossing his head back and breathing heavily.

The sight of him with his head back and neck exposed was so damn sexy, causing you to lean forward and move to his neck, pressing sweet but messy kisses all up and down his exposed skin.

Sukuna starts smiling, “Good girl.” He suddenly praises and your hips begin to rock back and forth, making his brows tense, “Aughhh, fuuuck, keep goin’, m’close.”

Because you had slowed again, you’d assume that he enjoyed it so you continued with a steady rock of your hips, keeping his thick length buried inside you as you did so.

He lets you continue like that for a minute or two but after that, he huffs, “I said ride me, whore. Don’t fuckin’ slow down.” Sukuna grunted.

For someone who was taunting you about being needy, he sure as hell had a thousand demands on how you should be riding him— as if he doesn’t know his dick is hard to take at some point.

Your brows furrow and your lower lip sticks out into a slight pout, one he finds so fucking cute. Sukuna moves his hands to your thighs, somewhat under them to aid you, and then he’s forcing your pussy to slick up and down him again.

You let out a little scoff before looking off to the side, “Shit…” Sukuna was thrusting up into you again, bullying his cock into your dripping cunt and forcing you to ride him through it.

“C’mon,” He smirks, “Take it—, fuck me.” He suddenly breathes out.

A shocked moan exits your mouth and your eyes are glossy as they find his, “W-What? Mmh…” You breathe. Did he just say what you thought he did?

“You heard me,” Sukuna’s smirk widens and slowly eases into a sexy almost fucked out smile “I said fuck me. Fuck me like you wanna make me cum,” He huffs, your body responding through upping your pace, “Yeahhhh that’s it.” Sukuna breathes, head flying back again.

The car creaked and bounced with the frantic movements of sex occurring inside, windows fogged, your tits jumping almost in his face, plush walls clamping down on his dick so good that he felt like he was losing his sanity.

Oh Sukuna was addicted. He can’t have any other woman on his cock that’s not you, not when you ride him so well and certainly not when your hand is abruptly felt on his throat.

Sukuna lets out a groan that’s treacherously close to a moan, his head tipping up from the seat as his eyes find yours, “Oh? You kinky fuckin’ woman, chokin’ me like this…” He grunts, smiling again afterward, “Can hardly feel those small fingers of yours…”

Truth is, he could feel your fingers. Blood rushed to Sukuna’s face and his cock, his mind dazed for a second as you choked him whilst riding him. He would never submit to you but goddamn you were making it difficult.

Your hole just sucked him up like a vice and your walls were so snug and warm, wetness coating his dick and even parts of his thighs. He was about to cum but he didn’t want you to think you’d got the best of him.

So, Sukuna tips his head to the side and brings a hand to your wrist, “This is cute but,” He pulls your hand off his neck, “Lemme show you how it’s done, pretty girl.”

Your lashes bat in disbelief before Sukuna’s manhandling you again, flipping you both over as his large muscular frame looms over yours. His big hands go to your legs and he spreads them fast and wide enough so that he can slam his cock back inside you.

Your back is arching off the seat of the car as soon as he pushes all the way into you, the sudden change in position making his leaky tip reach deeper than before.

One hand is propped up by your head and the other goes to your throat, Sukuna’s fingers carefully wrapping around you and feeling the way broken moans vibrate against your throat.

“Mmph… ah, ‘kuna,” You slur out as his thrusts pick up all over again. Something is mumbled under your breath and he finds it funny how you could barely get it out.

Tilting his head, “Huh? What was that? Speak up.”

You groan, “Harder,” His eyes widen and his hips just ram down into you at a merciless pace before you get out what you meant, “Choke m-me… mmh, f-fuck… h-harder, oh my… ahh, ngh…”

“Harder? You want me to choke you harder?” Sukuna repeats and you nod, earning a slight laugh from him, “Of course you do, slut.” As the last word leaves his lips, his hand is squeezing around your throat, making it hard for you to breathe while he recklessly pounds into your cunt.

“M-Mmmh,” You hum, eyes rolling back as that damn curve of his knocks into you just right, “F-Fuck. Ohmygod, f-fuuck…” You curse between a whine.

His face is hovering over yours, “Feel me in there?” You nod and he bites his lip for a moment, “Yeah?”

Sukuna just thrusts harsher and harsher, and then faster, pelvis crashing into yours over and over as the lewd sounds of sex escape his car with how sloppy it was getting. His cock was covered in you but only greedy for more, plunging in and out of you as he groans at the way you just suck him back in every time he pulls out.

“Want me to slow down?” Sukuna suddenly suggests. Again, you just nod, almost too fucked out to speak anymore. “Awww, but you’re takin’ me jus’ fine at this pace,” He praises, making your cunt throb about him.

“S’too… y-you’re so… hahh… mgh, f-fucking big-,” You moan out weakly.

Those words make his thrusts stutter and he grunts, “What? I’m what?” Sukuna questions, almost like he needed to hear you say that again. His face leans down to yours and his lips ghost your wet ones, “What am I? Say that again.” He whispers.

Your heavy breaths brush up against his lips as both of you hold such intimate eye contact with one another, “B-Big, S’kuna… S-So fuckin’ big…” You cry out, gentle tears beginning to leave your eyes.

The man unintentionally beats his cock down into your messy cunt, “Big? Ohhhh, don’t fuckin’ tell me that.” Sukuna groans, again sounding all too close to a moan, “Take it.” He huffs.

You nod yet again, “Uhuh… m-mmh, oh…”

“Yeahhh, take it you whore.” Sukuna huffed, “Every fuckin’ inch like a good girl, mhm-, fuck,” He finally moaned, eyes flickering for only a moment.

He was too into it, too into you— literally. Sukuna felt like he was in your stomach, the bulge of his cock so prominent with his every thrust. Never was he really gentle with you, not during the sex at least, there was no need to be. You liked him rough and he knew that.

“M’gonna cum inside you.” Sukuna suddenly warns, hips sloppy against you, “Fuck my cum nice ‘nd deep inside you,” He huffs, feeling how you twitch around him.

Then, Sukuna stares down at your face, his hand still around your neck as he gets a sudden thought, glancing down to your lips.

“Open your mouth,” Sukuna orders, his voice deep. Your lips are parting without a second thought and Sukuna looks you dead in the eyes as he spits onto your tongue. First, it’s one messy drip, then another filthy glob.

Oh that was nasty, he was nasty. And the fact that his action only turned you on even more really said something about you.

“Swallow it,” He demands right after, watching as you shut your mouth and do as told. Then, he feels the movement in your throat against his palm and he chuckles, “Fuck, that’s sexy… You’re such a nasty lil’ slut f’me, I like that.”

Sukuna leans down to you and the grip on your throat grows tighter, his lips moving to swallow yours up. It was a messy and heated kiss, your moans and whimpers being drowned out as his tongue slithered into your mouth.

The wet slick and slide of his mouth over yours filled the air and all you could hear was that and the brutal smack of his hips down into you as his cock unforgivingly kissed your cervix. Over and over and over again until your orgasm crashes over you.

Only then does Sukuna pull away from your lips, a messy wad of saliva hanging between the two of you as he speaks slowly and his voice makes you lose it because of that damn breathy rasp, “Pussy’s creaming ‘round me, shit.” He breathes out, slowing down his thrusts just so you can pay attention to it, “Hear that? Hear how she gushes ‘round my cock?”

It was messy, sloppy, and slick as he dragged his dick in and out of your pulsing walls. This is what it was like to be Sukuna’s fuck buddy. Whenever or wherever he wanted to take you, he would— spewing such filth out to you as he did so, no matter who heard him.

He didn’t care, he just wanted to make sure you heard him, heard his every nasty word because he knew you liked it. Hell, that’s why you’re cumming around his cock now, moaning beneath him, legs shaking, and tears streaming down your face.

Just as you’re coming undone, so is he, pace picking right back up as he fucks his orgasm into you— warm seed coating your walls as he leaned to your ear, groaning out a repeated and breathy ‘take it’ as you whined and suddenly clawed at his back.

“Take every drop,” Sukuna moans into your ear. You think he might have a breeding kink-, “Fuckin’ slut,” He adds on.

He’s going and going until he thrusts in hard one last time and stills himself. His breathing was so heavy in your ear, heavy like pants almost-, almost like you’d drained him of everything he had.

Sukuna remains still for a while before he shifts only a little, lips moving to your cheek as he kisses your wet skin. Then, it’s slow but his tongue slides out and he licks whatever's left of your tears off your face.

Your face twists up in slight discomfort due to his wet tongue and the fact that his heavy cock was still inside you wasn’t making things any better, “…Sukuna,” You sigh, “D-Don’t you have a phone call t-to return…?”

He smiles at how you remind him, despite your fucked out state and how ragged your voice was. Sukuna slowly moves to lean up but, he doesn’t pull out yet, “Mhm, I do. And uh,” He sits back a bit and pulls your body along with his, making sure he never once slips out of you, “You’re gonna keep my cock nice ‘nd warm in the meantime.”

His words catch you off gaurd, “But-“

His hand goes to your lower abdomen and Sukuna traces his fingertip over the slight print his dick makes against your skin, “You don’t want to?” He asks, tipping his head to the side.

Blinking, you just let out a sigh after a long moment of thought, “No, I do…”

“Alright then,” Sukuna smiles, “But if you make any noise, I’ll video call instead and show them the needy woman I gotta deal with,” He comments finally with a cocky little wink.

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Smoking 🍃 with vinnie smut cause he’s so pookie bear (make it rough too please 💀💀)

❝FMB❞ - vinnie hacker x reader

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask. FMB means f⋆ck me back. hopefully it's rough enough. this is my first smut post so i didn't want to make it too too rough, just fyi. unedited so ignore any mistakes. i hope yall enjoy. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ via

─⋆♡ summary: you and vinnie have a complex relationship. it all comes to a head when you become bold enough to confront him post-blunt.

─⋆♡ warnings: overstimulation, softdom!vinnie, smut, fluff towards the end, tiny bit of angst, 18+ black!writer, language, alcohol, drugs, D!NC, physical descriptors (brief), choking, spitting, slight exhibitionism if you squint, claiming, rough smut, squirting, anal play, unprotected sex (i do not condone irl, wrap before you tap).

⋆word count: 3.9k ⋆ masterlist ⋆

The loud bass of music floats in the background as I tap through Snapchat stories on my phone. The couch next to me dips and when I turn, I see Vinnie has joined me.

He doesn’t speak to me before pulling out a blunt and sparking it. As is, me and Vinnie’s relationship was complicated. We started off as friends, then smoke buddies. But the more we smoked together, the more we felt for each other. Or at least, I fell for him.

We had kissed and made out, but we’ve never had sex. After a few dates, I was becoming restless. The frustration of his mixed signals got the best of me. Now in the darkness of the crowded room, I’ve become bold enough to confront him.

I watch him as he inhales and exhales the smoke like a chimney. He seemingly notices my intense stare and stops. “Did you need something?” he asks with an attitude.

You can practically feel steam whistling out of your ears from how fuming your brain is right now. “Yeah actually. Give that to me,” I snap, pointing at his blunt.

He shrugs, ashing the blunt on the coffee table. “Okay,” he concedes, passing me the joint.

Letting the smoke dance in my lungs, I choke it out slowly. Now that the weed is hitting, I decide now is the time. “Vinnie, are you still interested in me?” I ask him abruptly.

He chuckles and takes the blunt from me. “Oh, baby. Of course I fucking am. Why would you even ask me that?” he shoots back with an eyebrow raised.

Frowning, I pick at my cuticles out of nervousness. “Because we go on dates, we kiss, but we’ve never had sex. I just don’t know what you want any more,” I confess, standing from the couch in a huff. 

Of course, I want to take things further. But I’m not sure if he wants me anymore when he barely touches me.

He stops me from moving any further, tugging my hand. I grudgingly turn around, looking down at him. “Because, doll. We haven’t had the sex talk yet,” he discloses, rubbing his free hand up and down my thigh.

I roll my eyes and scoff, snatching the blunt out of his hands to take a hit. He places his hands on my hips, watching me intensely. “What do you mean by ‘sex talk’? I’m not 5,” I ask after blowing out a toke.

He stands until he’s staggering high towers over me. “I mean…” he pushes lightly, backing me into the wall so I’m trapped between his body and the drywall. “I want to know what you like, what you don’t like, and what you’ll beg for before I feel you cumming on my cock,” he whispers in my ear, licking a stripe up my neck afterward. 

My head tips back in a moan, which makes him as hard as a rock. “Fuck, baby. Do you see what you do to me? I want nothing more than to make you feel good, in the best way that I can, for the rest of my life.” he presses his body into mine, slowly kissing up my neck.

One of the partiers comes up behind Vinnie and taps him on the shoulder. He ignores them, waving them off with the rest of the blunt. His hand moves to the inside of my thigh and he rubs me so close that I know he can feel the inside of my legs shake. “Should I take care of you right here?” he bites my neck, and I whimper, pulling his hair.

Vinnie pulls back from me, piercing a hole into my eyes. “Please?” I beg, gnawing on my lip.

He uses the other hand and wraps it around my throat, effectively restricting my breathing. He tilts my head to the side. “Do you think you deserve it?” he whispers against my lips with his eyebrow raised. 

Struggling, I lightly nod my head in his firm grip. “Yes, Vinnie,” I squeak out, and he gives me one last squeeze on the throat before grabbing my wrist and yanking me through the crowd.

Bodies brush past me as Vinnie drags me up the steps to his room. “Wait, where are we going?” I ask, confused. He just asked if I needed to be taken care of right there and then... I did say yes.

“You think I’m gonna let everyone watch me fuck you?” he scoffs.

Once we got the sex talk out of the way, Vinnie makes quick work to get me undressed. I moan into the darkness of the room as Vinnie leaves love bites down my neck, only breaking the contact to lift my tank top over my head. He pauses his movements to take in the black lacy bralette I'm wearing. “Fuck, baby. You don’t know what you do to me,” he groans, then smashes his lips back onto mine. 

He slams me against his closed bedroom door before slowly dropping down onto his knees. Watching him sink to the ground has an involuntary giggle leaving my lips. “Vinnie, I didn’t think you were going to actually-” he cuts me off, spinning me around so my ass is facing him.

Suddenly, an echoing smack verberates off the walls and my ass cheeks are on fire. Yelping, I sink my teeth into my bottom lips, trying to muffle the noise I’m making.

He slowly inches his hands up my legs until my skirt is fully pushed up to my stomach. His fingers meet my panties, and he runs my fingers over them, seemingly savoring every last moment. “Did you wear these for me, sunshine?” He hooks one finger under one side, pulling it back and making the elastic snap around my hips.

I reach out to support myself on anything to keep my knees from buckling. “No,” I joke, and he bends my knees a bit.

He rubs calming circles into the back of my thighs with his thumbs. “Don’t need you collapsing on my baby,” he informs me.

Taking both sides in his hands, he rips the fabric in half and shreds it off my body like paper. “Shame. I would’ve let you keep them.” 

Gasping, I look down and watch them fall to the ground. He palms my ass, spreading my cheeks further apart. “Bend over just a little bit more, baby,” he instruct, kissing my ass on both sides. 

Slowly shifting in his grasp, I whine as I bend over. I’m desperate for him, all over me. Filling every hole over and over again until I’m screaming for help.

He hovers his mouth over my pussy. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he praises me, running his pointer finger up and down my folds to collect my wetness.

“Let me tell you something, sunshine,” he grumbles, rubbing his fingers in circles on my puffy, swollen nub. “There's absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Do you understand?” he looks up at me, awaiting my response.

Unable to focus, I just nod my head.

“You have to use your words, baby.” he instantly retracts his fingers from my clit bringing them into his mouth. With a pop, he pulls them out, moaning at the taste of my arousal.

I groan, throwing my head back in frustration. “Yes, I know. Just please take care of me, Vinnie,” I practically beg for the second time tonight.

He returns his fingers to my pussy, slowly rubbing around my entrance. “If you asked me to shoot myself, I would,” he growls, slowly sinking his fingers into me. Curling them downwards on every thrust, his fingers search for that spongy spot. He pulls out and thrusts into me again, and my breath quickens. “If you asked me to slit my wrists, I would.” Quickening his pace, my moans echo through the large bedroom. “You gotta stay quiet, baby. I wanna be the only one to hear those pretty moans.” 

He uses his free hand, bringing it up to my clit, rubbing fast circles on my sensitive bud. His fingers are thrusting into me at such an intense rate that I feel the world collapsing beneath me. My pussy contracts around his fingers and he groans deeply, sending a shiver up my spine. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, sunshine,” he commands, hitting my sweet spot. 

I mewl, obeying his commands, and begin rocking back into him. My orgasm starts approaching rapidly, his fingers drive into me at an unrelenting pace. When my walls flutter, he instantly slows his pace. “Not yet, baby. You can’t cum until you’re quiet.”  

Crying again, I bring my hand up to muffle the sound successfully. He applies more pressure on the quick circles he’s drawing on my clit. I arch my back again until I’m moving with his fingers just as he requested. I moan loudly, the coil in my stomach about to snap. 

He blows a quick shot of air onto my exposed clit, the chill making the coil snap. My vision turns white as I quietly moan out, "Fuck, Vinn.”

“That’s it, sunshine. Cum for me, let go,” he murmurs underneath me, and I can feel the lust dripping off his tongue as my orgasm rocks through me. The pace of his fingers doesn’t slow as he works me through my orgasm, and I hear my nails scratch against the drywall. My legs quake and my back arches slightly, my mouth opening in a silent moan. 

He slows his thrusting and pulls out of me, rising to his feet. He turns me around to face him, his eyes taking in the fucked out expression on my face. “You wanna know how good you taste, baby?” Grabbing my chin, he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip.

I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath and lean back into the wall. “Yes,” I whisper, and as soon as the words leave my lips, his fingers sink into my mouth. Deciding to tease him, I swirl my tongue around his digits, imagining my tongue on his cock. His fingers push back further into my throat until I gag a little, then he pulls them out. Fucking hope he’s impressed that I can take them that far without coughing.

Without another thought, I smash my lips against his, savoring the taste of my orgasm on his tongue. “God, you taste so fucking good. I could eat you forever,” he growls, moving my body back onto the bed.

He crawls on top of me and his bulge is pressed into me once again. “Vinnie, please. I need you.” I whimper into his mouth as my shaky fingers move to slowly unbutton his shirt. 

But he grabs my wrists, stopping me. “I got it, sunshine,” he laughs, then makes quick work to remove his shirt. 

I shamelessly watch as he slowly strips out of his pants and his boxers. Even though I’ve seen him naked in front of me before, he’s never fully been hard. His dick is beautiful. His swollen head is already dripping with precum, making him look good enough to deep throat. 

Vinnie slowly climbs back onto the bed and my eyes widen, realizing what’s about to happen. My breathing quickens in anticipation as he comes down to kiss me hard and deep. 

I moan into him, but my hands move to his chest to push him back as I look down, suddenly scared. “It’s too big, I don’t think it’ll fit,” I insist, crawling away from him.

He grabs my ankles, pulling me back down. “We’re gonna make it fit, baby,” he retorts, his eyes dark. 

The tip of his dick moves back and forth in between my folds, collecting wetness. I whimper, squeezing his shoulders. 

“Hey, sunshine. Look at me.” He grabs my chin until I make eye contact with him. “We can stop if you want to stop. I won't go any further,” he reassures, resting his forehead on mine.

I immediately shake my head, inhaling a sharp breath. “No, I want this–I want you. Just be careful, please.” I pull him into me for a heated kiss and tug his hair, making him groan and deepen the kiss. 

Finally, he pulls back and lines himself up near my entrance, spitting and letting the dribble collect on his base. “This is gonna hurt, so just relax for me, baby.” My legs are pushed open a little wider. 

I nod, trying to calm myself, and he laces his fingers in mine before he moves. The tip of his shaft pushes in, and I gasp at the stretch. “Shit, Vinnie,” I cry out, squeezing his hands until my knuckles turn white. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes, the burn from his girth sends fire into my core. 

Immediately, he stops moving, looking into my eyes. “Do you want me to stop? I’ll stop,” he groans out. 

I bite my lip, shaking my head no. 

He kisses the corner of my eyes and whispers, “Okay, just relax for me, sunshine. I’ll try to make this quick.” He continues to sink slowly into me, bottoming out, and I wince again. To allow me to adjust to his length, he pauses his movements. “You’re squeezing me so tight. Fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” he breathes, bending down to kiss my neck. And then, he slowly starts rocking into me and the burn is replaced with a familiar warmth. 

“Oh, god. Vinnie,” I moan, releasing his hands to claw at his back for support. 

He’s hitting the perfect spot already, and he just got inside me. He continues to slowly push in and out of me, allowing me to savor the feeling of him inside me. I moan, biting on his shoulder. 

“More.” My legs are already shaking. “Give me more,” I demand, kissing up to his ear.

Pulling back, he looks at me. “Are you sure?” His hand strokes my curls.

I pull him down into a kiss, allowing my tongue to explore his mouth once more. “Yes, please. Use me, fuck me,” I beg, squirming underneath him.

Vinnie fists the sheets below my head and adjusts his position. I brace myself. “The safe word is ‘moon’, Sunshine. Use it if you need it.” He kisses my neck once more and begins driving into me at a steady, even rate. The tip of his length kisses my g-spot with each stroke. “Fuccckkkk,” he growls into my ear, and I feel myself squeezing him when the words hit my eardrums. 

“Vinnie,” I moan. 

The only sound outside of our pants and moans is the sound of his skin slapping against mine as he fucks me. He wraps his tattooed hand around my throat, leaning in for a kiss. And as if I wasn't already in heaven, he brings his fingers down to rub quick circles on my clit. 

“I’m gonna cum, doll. But I need to feel you squeezing me before I do,” he commands, and I cry as I arch into him. 

He pounds into me steadily, rocking my body into the bed. Each stroke pushes me closer and closer over the edge until I feel myself contracting around him. 

“Cum with me, sunshine,” he whispers against my lips, and it sends me over the edge. 

Arching my back and screaming, I claw at his back and bite his shoulder as my orgasm hits me like a train. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he lifts my hips slightly. 

“Where do you want me to cum, love?” His dick kisses my cervix, and I know I’ll be bruised tomorrow. But I can’t bring myself to give a shit right now. 

He twitches inside me, and I lick a stripe up his neck. “Cum in me, Vinnie,” I whimper, and he growls into my neck. 

His seed spills inside me, his strokes becoming uneven. I moan at the feeling, and squeeze around him, milking out every drop of his cum as he paints my walls. It fills me up and I’ve never felt better after sex. 

He stills inside me, kissing me breathlessly, and takes a few moments to catch his breath. Before he pulls out, I wrap my arms around him, causing him to bury further inside me. “Stay,” I plead, tears threatening to spill over in my eyes.

He softly strokes my hair, wrapping his arm around me and slowly flipping us over so I’m on top. “Okay, sunshine. I got you. Fuck, that was the fastest I’ve ever cum before in my life,” 

Like I requested, he doesn’t pull out. Just pulls me closer into his body until I’m melting into the beautiful tattoos on his chest. His fingers begin tracing light patterns across my back. 

I sniffle, looking up at him with a small smile on my face, and he looks at me. “You okay, sunshine?” he asks, and I shift on his length a little bit. 

Sitting up to put my hands on his chest, I feel his dick twitching and growing inside me. “Yeah. Let's go again,” I giggle, bending down to kiss him. It surprises me how he’s already ready for round two, but I don’t complain. 

He groans into my mouth, wrapping his decorated arms around my waist. Slowly, I lift myself until I feel his tip threatening to slip out. I slide back down onto him, filling myself completely and moaning at the change of position. 

His hands tighten around my waist, helping me swirl my hips around. “I want you to know you’re mine, sunshine,” he groans, reaching up to play with my nipples as I moan at the feeling of him stretching me from this angle. 

I pick up my pace, bouncing on his dick until he’s hitting my perfect spot over and over again. My legs shake, and I feel my third orgasm approaching rapidly. My hand moves to his neck, squeezing it hard. I feel so fucking powerful, making myself cum with his length. 

Vinnie looks up at me with amazement in his eyes and slides his thumb in between us to apply pressure on my clit. I throw my head back and moan, still choking him. “God. You look so pretty when you moan.” 

The pace of his thumb quickens, and I topple over the edge, crashing into my third orgasm with a loud cry. I release my hand on his neck, falling forward. Vinnie removes his hand from my clit to catch me and keep from coming down on his body. He allows me to rest on his chest as he starts to fuck up into me, elongating my orgasm. 

“Vinnie,” I choke out, and my voice bounces off his walls. 

He picks up his pace, driving into me from below. “That’s it, doll. Scream my name. Let the world know who fucking owns you.” 

He pounds my body into his, and I grip his shoulders when I feel a tingling sensation on my clit. Wetness suddenly shoots out from between my legs, running down my thighs and covering his stomach. My whole body quakes, but he doesn’t slow down. 

“Fuck, sunshine. Look at the mess you made, cumming all over me.” 

My brain is on a different planet as he slows down, allowing me to glance down at the soaked sheets. He slowly pulls me off him and I wince, falling backward onto the bed. Then, Vinnie moves me so I’m laying on my side, out of the wet spot, before slowly pushing back into me, spooning me, and caressing my hair. “No one will ever fuck you ever again, for the rest of your life but me. Do you understand?” 

Slamming into me at an unrelenting pace, he bites my neck. His hand wraps around my throat, applying a bit of pressure. Every thrust sends me closer to the edge, and the only thing I register is him kissing the back of my neck. I’m so fucked, I can’t speak. I can’t think. 

“Yes,” I babble out, arching my back into him. 

All I feel is pure bliss. The room is spinning, and I feel another orgasm rapidly approaching. He nibbles a love bite into my neck, hitting my G-spot over and over again. My thighs are lifted a little higher until I see white. “Cum for me again, Sunshine. You feel so good when you squeeze me,” he mumbles into my neck.

I shake my head, and gripping his forearm that chokes me. “I can’t,” I cry, looking at the view from his room— everything is spinning. 

Vinnie increases his pace, slamming into me. “You can, and you will,” he snarls in my ear. 

I feel the tears spilling over in my eyes as he applies more pressure on my throat. The overstimulation of his dick drilling into me repeatedly sends me toppling over another edge, and I wail his name, feeling my soul leave my body. Everything feels fuzzy as his thrusts become sloppy before he lets out an animalistic grunt. I feel his dick twitch, then, shooting hot ropes into me. The heat of it makes me feel like I’m going to pass out, and I moan at the sensation. He continues to slowly thrust into me, riding out both of our orgasms. 

After we’re both spent, he buries himself deep inside me, stroking my hair and peppering kisses on my shoulder as I come down from my high. “You did so well for me, Sunshine. Fucking fantastic,” he praises.

He slowly caresses my hips as my body shakes against his. I wince as he slowly pulls out and scoots down to the bottom of the bed. Spreading my legs wide open, he watches our cum leak out of me. My swollen pussy contracts around nothing, pushing his seed out, and I hear him groan. 

He brings his fingers up to my entrance and I wince. “Shhh, Sunshine, I’m just making sure we don’t waste a drop,” he coos, stuffing his fingers into me and massaging my g-spot. 

An inevitable moan leaves my lips I arch my back to get closer to him. “You want to cum again?” He asks before leaning over to flick his tongue over her my. Crying out at the overstimulation, I shake my head. 

“Too bad, baby.” he quickly thrusts into me with his fingers, moaning at the taste of our orgasms mixing. His tongue flicks over my swollen, puffy clit. I haven’t used our safe word, and I know he’s going to keep pushing me until I say it.

Vinnie removes his tongue from my clit and he uses his other hand to collect our orgasms on his finger. The pace of his fingers slows and he begins rubbing a circle around my tight hole. He slowly pushes his finger into my ass, fucking me with both hands. 

I’m unable to control my movements as I thrash underneath him. His finders drive in and out, reaching the most delicious spot. 

“Give me one last one, Sunshine. I promise I’ll let you stop after,” he orders, and I move my hands to his hair to tug on it.

He pushes his finger further into my ass, curling it a bit more, and I snap. Neglecting his noise warning, my screams and my moans erupt through the room. He moans as he works both of my holes through what I assume is my last orgasm. 

As finally comes down, I whimper, “Moon,” and he stops and slowly pulls his fingers out, satisfied with my overstimulation. 

He crawls up my body, grabbing my face so I'm forced to look at him. “You're everything to me–perfect and mine,” he mumbles into my mouth and I wipe away the tears in my eyes. 

My brain buzzes with post-sex high. “Only for you,” I whisper into the night.

I did so well, and I am his.

[hey-itsdollie]

Hellaur Its me again heh..😈🙏 anyways i was wonder if u could write smut abt otoya and karasu like were having a threesum with them (I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE🥲) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

BUY THATS ALL I NEEDED RO SAYY MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF URSELF I LOBE YOUR WRITTING🙏🙏 ˙ᵕ˙

F*ck Buddies

‧₊˚ ┊ In which you're spending a normal night with your friends<3

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » otoya & karasu

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ smut, female reader, polyamorous, friends with benefits, double penetration, use of pet names, aged up!, minors DNI

“S’good darlin…” Karasu’s husky voice filtered through the mix of moans and groans. Making it’s way into your ears and down to boil in your stomach. The brunette rubbed your hips soothingly as he thrusted into your soaking cunt.

The force of his thrusts causing you to take Otoya’s cock deep down your throat. Your moans causing vibrations to hit the white-haired male’s cock. His hands buried deep into your hair as he fucked your face. Otoya’s eyes rolled back as he bit his lip sharply.

“Yeah, taking our cocks so well…” Otoya groaned trying to focus on your face once more. Catching sight of the drool and cum that drips down your chin. The messy sight made his balls tighten.

The two males filled you perfectly, their thrusts different yet so balanced in a way it made the pleasure ten times better. All three of you were so glad that your friends with benefits gig had made it this far. 

“Mmmph–cuming—” Otoya moaned his thrusts sloppily, his balls hitting your chin. Karasu grinned his own pace picking up at the sight of his friend fucking into their girl.

“Yeah Darlin’ gonna swallow it all–right?” He groaned out as you hummed completely cock drunk on them.

Your mouth hollowed as you sucked on Otoya’s dick more, your mouth begging for his seed. Just as your tongue slid across his slit he came, pushing his crotch against your face. Your nose hitting his pelvis as you swallow every rope of cum he gave you.

Karasu cursed at the sight of Otoya’s cock slipping from your lips. His grip on your hips tightening as his thrusts became sloppy. “Gonna cum in this pussy darlin–you ready?” The brunette whispered leaning over you as he fucked deeper.

You moaned and nodded. Words seem impossible to even speak at the current moment.

Your orgasm got the best of you as the larger male emptied out in you. His cum made you feel filled to the brim as his thrusts paused, his cock becoming almost frozen inside if it wasn’t for the twitches.

By this time Otoya was already cleaning himself up along with your face. Karasu carefully pulled out watching his gift leak out of you.

The two males couldn’t keep their eyes off of you–the only thought in their minds was how beautiful you looked all fucked out and breathless on Karasu’s bed.

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[pedgito]

february is over and i can feel the seasonal depression leaving my body as we speak, i was a little lacking on reading this month being so busy irl, but i still have so many goodies on this list. i'd also like to add that some lovely mutuals are spreading much needed love to our BIPOC writers, so if you have any recs that you'd like to give some extra attention to you can check out these posts linked below (& feel free send them to my inbox too! i'm always looking for more fics to read!) x — x also, i've said this a few times in the past but i do have a tracked tagged #useralii and that isn't just for gifs (so if you have fics or edit that you'd like to tag me in, please feel free!)

this key will help you figure out which fics are more your vibe, or if you’re just curious of the contents before you dive in:

smut = 🌶️, fluff = ☁️ angst = ☄️

total fics listed below: 21

✎ — 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

↝ prisonic fairytale by @kedsandtubesocks — 🌶️, ☄️

You’re looking for someone… what you find here in the fog instead has you staring into the abyss - and you discover it stares back (& wears the face of someone terrifyingly handsome)

↝ what remains of a man by @jolapeno — 🌶️, ☄️ (AO3)

Joel Miller doesn't care. Not about Pretty Eyes. Not how she feels beside him. Not when she's under him. Not when she's hurt and she doesn't come to him. Not. At. All.

↝ just this once by @punkshort — 🌶️

After yet another argument with your dad, his buddy across the street is there to help make you feel better.

↝ trashed by @gutsby — 🌶️

You fuck Joel in his filthy double-wide.

↝ see you at three (series - ongoing) by @/almostfoxglove — 🌶️, ☄️, ☁️

When your sister starts working nights, you're stuck with afterschool pickup duty for your eight-year-old niece. You love the kid, so you don't mind. And, sure—maybe you don't mind having an excuse to check out her classmate's dad, Joel, five times a week, either.

↝ the fuck it list (series — ongoing) by @auteurdelabre — 🌶️, ☄️, ☁️

During work at your father’s construction company, you’re inspired by your sexually liberated bestie to create a F*ck-It List of sexy experiences you’ve always wanted to try. But when the list accidentally ends up in the hands of Joel Miller— your dad’s best friend, the company’s co-CEO, and your immediate supervisor—things take an unexpected turn. Initially shocked by the discovery, Joel eventually agrees to help you tackle the list, leading to sexual adventures and undeniable chemistry.  However as you begin to fall for Joel the complications of your relationship come into focus, leading you both to realize that love may be one item you won’t be able to check off your list.

✎ — 𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐀

↝ visitation by @gothcsz — 🌶️

Javier visits you in prison after putting you in there.

✎ — 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐒

↝ guilty as sin (series — in progress) by @ovaryacted — 🌶️, ☄️

Being the daughter of a Senator of Rome has it's pros and cons, you lived comfortably while constantly being reminded of your insubordinate position in society. However, upon meeting General Acacius, your life changes as you begin to grow fond of him. The question is, will he reciprocate your feelings, or cast you out to suffer your impending doom of unwanted courtship?

✎ — 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊

↝ golden kisses by @mrsmando — 🌶️

Newly single, Dave finds comfort in life’s simple pleasures; among other things.

✎ — 𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍

↝ the mirage of a goodbye by @sawymredfox — ☄️

Forgiveness and healing are heavy words. They come with a price, one that may be life-changing tonight.

✎ — 𝐄𝐙𝐑𝐀 (𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓)

↝ wash & hold by @ak-vintage — 🌶️, ☁️

After discovering some unfamiliar clothes in your laundry (and losing some of your own in return), you begin exchanging messages with another resident in your apartment complex.

✎ — 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋

↝ of death and butterflies by @galway-girlatwork — ☄️

Everyone’s heard the stories of Lilith. Of how she came to be. But are the stories true? Is she really a demon or something else? She was not born of angels but created by Death himself. To walk between the land of the living and dead. But what happens when The Fates intervene and present her soulmate? Countless lives and re-incarnations have been lived and lost. Will Oberyn remember before another life slips between their fingers like sand?

✎ — 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓 (𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒)

↝ leverage by @/ovaryacted — 🌶️

Clint kidnaps you and takes you on a crime filled cross country roadtrip where you slowly start to fall in love with him.

✎ — 𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒

↝ sounds dangerous by @almostfoxglove — ☄️

When you reply to a bizarre craigslist ad, a stranger on the other side of the country charms his way into your life.

↝ the prettiest (series — in progress) by @/almostfoxglove — 🌶️

After a restructuring at the company, Max finds himself dead—this time for good—and haunting his old duplex. Lucky for him, you move in. Now he'll do anything it takes to have you.

✎ — 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒

↝ double lovin' (+ dieter bravo) by @iamasaddie — 🌶️

You doomed yourself to spend Valentine's day alone, buried in blankets and sobbing over Bridgit Jones' love story, but a surprise visit from Lucien and his friend turns your plans to waste.

✎ — 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐎

↝ cowboy like me by @chaotic-mystery — ☄️, ☁️

Dieter is terrible at accents for his new cowboy role, and an even more terrible neighbor.

✎ — 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

↝ cherry stems by @gracieheartspedro — 🌶️

Eddie rejects your advances because his friends are around. So you use them to your advantage. Piss Eddie off and maybe you'll get what you want. Maybe.

↝ eat your heart out by @eiightysixbaby — 🌶️

In which Eddie masters Valentine’s Day through the art of eating pussy.

↝ make me feel (+ gareth emerson) by @/gracieheartspedro — 🌶️

You fly out to reunite with your rockstar boyfriend Eddie Munson. After a long day, you decide to return to his bed on the tour bus, but it seems like it is already occupied by his bandmate, Gareth.

↝ the hat rule by @ghost-proofbaby — 🌶️

When eddie dresses up as a cowboy to a night out with friends, you decide to steal his hat.

likes, reblogs, and comments keep the motivation alive, so if you’re taking a look at these for the first time, please leave a kind word for these writers or just reblog, even. support your writers <3

[evilminji]

You know what? I just had A Thought(tm)~☆

Danny. Our bby boy. MINDING HIS BUSINESS. Maybe visiting one of his buddies in the Realms after he graduates. When he just?? Get full on tackled from the sky.

And like?

Huh.

THIS hasn't happened in a bit. Not since he's become king. Legit, no one dares. He's honestly kinda missed it. Alright, square up... Mr. Uuuuuh.... Who are you?

And it's this barely formed New Ghost. Still in that glitch-y goopy blob phase and everything. Is Baby. Why... why does this infant Want To Fight God? I mean. He Respects It(tm), no lie, but? Not exactly usual for him?

And it turns out? This dude is some rando hero. He basicly JUST died. By all rights SHOULD be resting and gathering his strength to Form Right. But he's so worried for his team mates and everyone else he CAN'T. Recognized a fellow Hero's Costume even at a distance.

Please. PLEASE! You have to help him! We have to WARN everybody!

And Danny is just? Oh no. This Actual Infant Baby is gonna Anxiety himself to Actual Second Death at this rate. Yes! Sure! Just CALM DOWN! Anything you need buddy! BREATHE.

And this dude? Who died? Is legit a minor player who got WAY too deep but refused to abandoned People In Need(tm). It happens. It HURTS. But he saved a LOT of lives before he went down. Him and his team were just some Minor Heros from Belarus. How they ended up in deep space? Even THEY couldn't tell you.

They couldn't even bring him home.

He forgives them.

He could NEVER blame his friends. Not for this. The planet is in danger. Some... some THING. An invasion. The League has to be made aware. He DIED helping a planet try to evacuate all that they could. He... at least he...

He can't remember if the Eggs got out. They... they're like babies. A whole room full of toddlers who couldn't run. They had to de-connect from the main building to lift it out. He can't... can't...

He saved them... right? Held on.. long enough? Why can't he.. he...

Danny has to make him focus be for the kid spirals. Don't think of your last moments. Purpose. You NEED to do something right now, right?

Right! The League! We gotta warn them! And... okay. Danny can totally do that. (What LEAGUE??!) He DEFINITELY knows who you are talking about and will tell them Right Away. YOU however are gonna rest up.

So he leaves the kiddo with Lunch Lady. Mother and Frightening Matriarch Extraordinaire. Lunch Box promises to SIT on him if he tries to sneak off. Good kid. Now eat your soup before you BECOME soup.

Time to bully the eyeballs. Whoms't the F*ck is this "league"? And where does he find it? Talk. He has sand and he's not afraid to use it. Don't MAKE him get out the pepper grinder! Yeah. That's what he THOUGHT.

After much, prolonged and unnecessary, whining and dramatic threatening... he gets a printed out map. Cheapskates even used flimsy paper. He gets there. Jaunt is even kinda nice. He says hi to a few folks he hasn't seen in a while.

Opens a portal.

Steps out.

Gets punched in the face. RUDE! He punches the flying blue man back. Dents their wall. Not even a LITTLE sorry about that now! See if HE does you a favor aga-... is that his Ex? John?

John! Constantine you B@STARD. YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS. *Ten different hands slap a twenty on the table at his feet, including Constantine. Who is refusing to look at anybody.* Well, okay then. Debt payed. Gonna buy himself a shake or something, after this.

ANYWAY~ Good News Or Bad News?

He is met with silence. It's like they've never seen an ethereal, giant, glowing man with a suit that looks like a cut out of the night sky, step out of an eye searing rip in reality before. Man they're lives must be boring. But frankly? Danny can wait. It's not HIS reality that's gonna get messed up. He can take care of it if the wanna be Wah Babies. Good News or Bad News??? Pick one.

He sits back in the air and waits.

@stealingyourbones @cyrwrites

[newkatzkafe2023]

💜:What If Y/N was Like Doey?

@lara-legomonkiekid

Dissociative identity disorder - a disorder characterized by the presence of two or more personalities states🤕😵‍💫

In other words, you are made of 3 monkey girls Jackie, Marcy, and Kelly together they make (Y/n) Aka You....

(Lmk Wukong) Oh man, Wukong remembers clear as day when you had crashed out, it was when lady bone demon had possessed him. You were absolutely devastated and refused to sit this one out and went to help your husband. Mk and you worked hand in hand on your leadership skills and Mk's quick critical thinking, and the two of you were able to save Wukong. Also, everybody saw you crash out on the battlefield and brutally attacking LBD and scaring the crap out of everybody. Meanwhile, Wukong, who is now free and self-aware again, blushes at you, his angry, pretty little wife, and remaining himself to make tea for you both.

(NR Wukong) Wukong is very aware of your condition and the other personalities you hold, especially with everything you went through. When Wukong first met you, he thought you were the cutest thing at the mall and went to shoot his shot. However, you were kinda oblivious, thinking he was just being kind. Wukong and you would have a ball chatting about various topics and would have mall dates together. However he also learns about your real aggressive side often beating up other demon thugs, and sore losers from Wukong's motorcycle races, and he low key thinks it's hot and he always knew how to make marcy blush.

(MKR Wukong) Oh man, Wukong never thought he would meet someone who would honestly freak him out. When Wukong met you, he had to go mouth off to you and well... let just say he got well acquainted with your girl Kelly. She whooped his ass with ease and with some vengeance. In other words, she doesn't play these games. So you both bumped heads a lot in the beginning as you try to think before you act and try to come up with better solutions. You would also get aggressive with Wukong when the situation calls for it, but as much as you both hate to admit you both make a great team and it doesn't help that you both have huge crushes on each other. You both would rather perish than admit that.

(HIB Wukong) When Wukong met you, he felt something was off about you especially. You seem to be needlessly friendly and endlessly patient, but it's like it was forced and mild paranoia. Wukong, of course, would never push you to talking about something that wouldn't make you comfortable, but it grows increasingly concerning. You also tend to get very creative and serious when it comes to Luier and Silly girl's safety going as far as to put your life on the line to protect them. Your ability to stretch your body like dough, were a great travel buddy, and handy with hand to hand combat and maneuvering around enemies. Luier and Silly girl found you to be super impressed and wanted to see and know more. Meanwhile, Wukong was trying to figure out how to ask you out without being suplexed.

(Netflix Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh Boi, you admittedly grew to be the F*ck around and fine out types, and the fact that Wukong didn't know that yet is dangerous in of its own😥. When you first met, Wukong taunted you on multiple occasions as you tried to chill and enjoy your life, but he also acts like a f*cking bystandering statue as you worked around the village. Wukong annoyed you every other day and would actively make things difficult, but one day a particular demon attacked your village and he was strong...enough to where Wukong was struggling badly and that's when you came in. However, you looked different and more monsterouse as your 3 personalities worked as one to eliminate the threat to your home, yelling and violently killing the invaders. Wukong looked on pale with fear and has some respect to your unknown ability, and from that day on, Wukong your sweet future husband..........................................he.......made sure to never......... cause........trouble........for .........you........again😰

(BMW Wukong) You were always the odd one out to other demons, and Wukong felt you were keeping something from him. When you became his wife, he noticed how you take your new title as his queen very seriously, doing tasks around his mountain and helping and protecting his kingdom and your people. Wukong soon learns the truth when Erlang tries to kill his people behind his back while he is on his journey to the west with the pilgrims. Wukong was livid but also shocked to learn it was you who terrerize and practically traumatized Erlang with your true form, making him pay for trying to destroy your home. You would cry about the gentle lying voices in the sky and apologize to your husband about your outbursts, but Wukong was too busy loving on you to ever be afraid of you.

(Destined one) To the Destined one you were a lot of things, and quite all over the place. One moment, you were friendly and kind to him, always chatting or having conversations, but then the next moment, you so along the lines of aggressive and a critical thinker. The Destined one over the time of the journey learned bits and pieces about how you had been through some unspeakable horrors, which resulted in your condition. The Destined one feels sympathy for you and learns how to help you to the best of his abilities, and vise versa for you as well. You and the Destined one came to love and care about each other deeply, and for once, you felt safe with his gentle, mute voice.

(Lotmk Wukong) Believe it or not he's the only one who can appease and heal your Kelly personality, which shocked you and the other two. Dispite him having a (gentle voice) she quickly realized he's to naive and stupid to do any damage or be any serious threat to you gals but she still keeps an eye on him. Other then that you both get along so well, walking along side by side during the journey and helping each other with difficult obstacles. You were both very cute together and well eventually you started to trust his gentle voice, and the others did too.

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TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, toxic relationship, enemies to f*ck buddies to something indescribable, dom/sub undertone, sub!Vox, dom!reader, reader is a responsible dom, Vox takes a lot of L's but he secretly enjoys it, dual POV, Vox tries to be hip but ends up being a boomer, Reader is sexually liberal and confident, Vox is the brattiest sub you will ever find, kind of fluff if your squint

You royally pissed someone off because you were receiving anonymous hate emails for the past fifteen years. How incredibly petty and...entertaining. At first, you decided to ignore them but as their hate comments got increasingly creative, the more you couldn't help but add oil to the burning, passionate flame of their hatred towards you. Until one day, the mysterious anonymous hater (probably) accidentally revealed themselves to be the one and only TV demon, an Overlord and CEO of everything technological and modern. ✨️READ ON AO3 HERE! ✨️

⋆˙⟡ — CHAPTER ONE

⋆˙⟡ — CHAPTER TWO

⋆˙⟡ — CHAPTER THREE

⋆˙⟡ — CHAPTER FOUR

⋆˙⟡ — COMING SOON

STATUS: INCOMPLETE