#hes just addicted to serving face...

[scorpo-w]

Park Jihoon for Cine21

[kutepik]

So Fucking Domestic

(mdni 18+) How many times a week is it normal for a couple to do it? Well... You and Caleb are definitely above average.

1.2k. small hc about domestic life and boyfriend!caleb with a little bit of spicy hihi

Since you and Caleb started seeing each other officially, it was only natural that you spent more time in Skyhaven and he in Linkon. You both had such dense and strenuous routines that at any free moment you tried to be together and make the most of it. On a particular day during the first month of your relationship, you arrived at the Colonel's apartment and found some step stools placed at strategic spots in the apartment. They were large and discreet, one near the kitchen counter, another by the bathroom sink, another by the bookcase in the study and many others. The answer when you asked Caleb about it was simple: when he became a colonel and got the right to an apartment, the Fleet asked for his height to make the furniture as proportional and functional as possible for him. Now that you were spending more time there, he made sure to have those steps made at the right height for you, so that you could be as comfortable as possible. In fact, you always wondered why the sink seemed so high when you brushed your teeth, and how uncomfortable it was to cut things on the counter when you tried to cook something. Caleb was always so efficient and attentive, and you loved that about him.

A week after steps stools were added to the apartment, you were used to them. One day, while you were at the kitchen sink, peeling some apples for a quick snack, Caleb came in from a night mission.

"Hey! Want an apple?" You smiled when he hugged you from behind, sinking his face into the nape of your neck easily because of the extra height the step stool gave you.

"What a miracle to find you in the kitchen," he kissed your neck and held your hips, gluing you to him. You brought a piece of apple to his mouth over your shoulder and forced him to eat it, to shut him up. "Hmpf" He tried to speak and you turned around, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

"How was it today?" You gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Boring. I just wanted to come home to you." He rubbed his cheek against yours, sighing. "Buuuut, I had time to think of something"

"Hm?" You hummed with your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his face against yours.

"I was wondering if... You'd let me put my cock inside you without me having to ask or with any ceremony." He said in a careful voice. "Of course, if you don't want to at the moment, just tell me and I'll completely stop. I totally understand if you find it weird and don't want to do this and I pinky promise we never have to talk about it again and I'll never bring it up ev-“

"I want it!” you said and threw your head to one side. His eyes widened in surprise. "Wherever you want. No matter when you want. I trust you." You kissed one of his eyes. "And I love the idea of you fucking me without ceremony and at any time."

"God, you're going to drive me absolutely crazy. Thank you." He squeezed you in a tight hug.

Once the two of you had agreed on this, you initially thought you'd be having sex the way you always did, hard, deep, kinky, full of fluids, scratches and bites, or doing intense quickies several times a day. But no, it was simple and intimate, simply delicious. Caleb just wanted to be with you and inside you all the time.

Little by little, you realized how the stool he had ordered served more than one purpose. Sometimes you'd be doing your makeup for work, standing in front of the bathroom sink, and Caleb would simply approach you, asking about your plans for the day. As the ordinary words and dialog went on between the two of you, he would gently pull up your shirt, pull down your panties and put his cock inside you. It was addictive. The fucking step stool not only gave you the perfect height for the furniture in the house, but also to leave your ass at the right height for Caleb to find himself in you without having to hold you down, sit or lie down. It was usually like this: his cock nestling into you with slow, intimate strokes, while you both carried on chatting about anything, just spending time together.

By then, you made a habit of walking around the house in your (his) large shirt and no panties, knowing that Caleb liked to be with you, inside you, whenever he could. Of course, you still had brutal sex like two animals frequently, but it seemed that Caleb's obsession and need for you - and you for him - was able to bring about the most painfully intimate, simple and tender sex of your lives. It was just so good to trust so deeply in someone and to want someone so badly that no words or timing were needed. At one moment it was a "Can I stay here with you, baby?" and the next you were reading your book, bent over the counter, while Caleb slid his cock up and down between your folds, stroking himself against your clit, praising you and your pretty pussy. He did it not only because he wanted it, but because he could.

Sometimes he wouldn't even come, or even move. If you were watching a movie, he would surely be inside you, both of you cuddled up, relaxing after an exhausting day, cockwarming.

In fact, you liked it so much that when he didn't take the initiative, you went after him. There were times when he was reading reports, sitting on the living room sofa or in the office armchair, and you would silently approach him, fiddling with your cell phone, sit on his thighs, and soon his cock was hard and hot under his pants. Within moments, you were slowly riding his throbbing cock, while he used his thumb to caress your clit, slowly, just like the rise and fall of your hips. If you got tired, you didn't have to get up. You just kept yourself there, hugging Caleb, with his hard cock throbbing inside you, filling you up completely.

One day, talking to Tara and Simone at the pub in Linkon, the topic came up: "How many times a week is it normal for a couple to have sex?", and the girls debated curiously.

"I don't know, three or two times a week? It depends on their schedule." Simone said, sipping her drink.

"Some couples do it every day! Can you imagine? Having sex every day?" Tara said, her eyes widening. " What about you and your boyfriend? How often do you do it?" She asked, curious.

And that made you wonder. There was the mind-blowing sex, the longing sex, the dirty sex, the rough sex, the slow sex, the sex when you were reading, the sex when he was reading, the sex when you were on your cell phones, the sex when talking about anything, the sex on the kitchen counter, the sex on the bathroom sink, the bath time sex, the movie time sex, the bed time sex, the sleep time sex, the wake up time sex, the boredom time sex, the play time sex… And all you could do was blink, trying to calculate how many times a week Caleb and you had sex and it simply wasn't possible to count.

You laughed, sipped your drink and sighed.

"I don't know, I don't count." And it wasn't a lie.

[ttsukiimi]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ F⍣CK HER ‘TILL SHE SORE!

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ He’s not addicted to your cũnt—he swears. He swears even as he’s forced the fourth ōrgasm out of you tonight; and there’s more to come.

★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ gojo x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, smut (mdni), tit play, multiple örgasms, size difference (choso), slight còckwarming (nanami), reader referred to as (princess, baby, doll, good girl)

✧･ﾟ𝓖. 𝓢 ✧･ﾟ

Gojo didn’t even know how he even initially found himself inside you—it was like one second he was cuddling closer to you as his eyes glued to the tv, then another your leg was hoisted over his waist as he jerked his hips into you repeatedly. Was it his fault? Had he begged you to let him put just the tip in? Yes.

But you had given in, and that in its own was your mistake.

“Stay still, princess, wanna give it to you good,” he whispered in your ear, the way his shaky breath fanned past your neck causing goosebumps to bloom on your skin. You nodded, though it wasn’t a promise, and tried to take each passionate thrust of his girth he gave to you.

You were clutching the couch pillow for dear life, whining as you felt euphoria rock through you so pleasurably for the umpteenth time that night. The movie playing had long been forgotten—only serving as background noise, and to Satoru a nuisance since the sounds drowned out your heavenly moans.

He huffed into the skin of your neck, determined to now make you louder, and a hot slap landed on your left cheek, effectively coaxing a loud yelp from your lips. “Mh—!”

And you were sensitive by then, his seed dripping from your battered cunt, your body shivering and thighs quivering, but even then he was set on urging one last orgasm out of you.

Or two.

Hell, he couldn’t even promise it wouldn’t be three. But he just needed to stay inside of you.

Satoru’s hands came up from behind you before they latched onto your chest, groping your tits as he muttered lewd words in your ear.

“You like when I fucking play with these pretty tits, hm?” He kissed your shoulder, and you felt a smile form against your skin as the only thing you could let out was a weak whine—too drunk on his dick to speak. Satoru groaned at the sound, his lips finding your pulse point as he spoke.

“Always so dumb once I get inside you,”

✧･ﾟ𝓒.𝓚✧･ﾟ

Choso doesn’t have an exact idea of why he loves being buried inside you so much; perhaps it’s the way you sound, the way you feel, or the way you look—tears in your eyes and all—but he does know that he’d die happy if that meant he was inside you in his last moments.

And he absolutely adores every minute that he is.

Because with how much your greedy cunt is pulsing around him, and your manicured nails are scratching red lines down his back, Choso thinks he’s really found heaven. Right between your legs.

“Baby, slow down, Cho,” you whined, your sight obscured with tears though you could still make out the image of his sculpted body over yours, and he’s so big compared to you.

Sometimes he might forget that—but could you blame him though? Anyone would forget about some mere size difference when inside your addictive pussy, and he proved to be that anyone.

Choso leaned forward, and in the process his hair fell forward, framing both yours and his face. His hands ventured up your body and found their place on your chest, squeezing the meleable flesh.

“‘S okay, you can take it,” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, uncaring of the slight drool dribbling from the side of your mouth. With each thrust the course hairs at his base tickled your clit, stimulating you in a way that felt so good your whole body was quivering with pleasure.

“Just..one more, baby,”

✧･ﾟ𝓝.𝓚✧･ﾟ

Sometimes Nanami finds himself wondering just what you do to him, how you’ve changed him in ways he couldn’t himself in the past years you’ve been together. He can't help but smile when he sees your infectious smile, and he melts when he hears your sweet laugh.

But, above all, you've created an addiction in him. One that he seems to think about every waking moment; even at work, and that’s new territory for him.

What’s worse is that you know. Always teasing him about how pussy drunk he is, how he’d really do anything just to be inside you—not like he’s denying that—but he can’t retaliate with the way the tips of his ears burn pink. So, he’ll prove it.

“Kento, what’re you—“ you cut yourself off with an uneven breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head in tandem with the way he pushes himself into you.

His strong arms are wrapped around you, keeping you in place, but he strangely doesn’t begin to move. The reason being—well, he’s testing himself. His resolve, his patience by not moving a single inch, even while being compressed by your tight warmth.

Which is proving to be a challenge already for Nanami.

“Proving to you that ‘m not—“ he halts, groaning and gritting his teeth as you slightly shift, causing a grin to flourish on your face.

“That you’re not what?” you retort, pushing your hips back onto him, taking him in deeper than he already was. Your hand reaches back and caresses his face, cooing above his lips. “Know you wanna move. ‘M not stopping you either, ken.”

You’re so close to his lips Nanami could move an inch and they’d touch, but he won’t, of course. But…when you’re fucking yourself on his cock, moaning out for him to hear, to tease him, Nanami thinks maybe there isn’t anything to prove.

Maybe he is drunk on your pussy.

✧･ﾟ𝓣.𝓕✧･ﾟ

Toji knows of his slight compulsion towards your pussy. His tendency to always want to be inside is truly something that needs to be studied—because there’s absolutely no way his sex drive should be this significant.

Admittedly, he is aware of his addiction, but will he take any action to try to change his behavior? No. That then becomes your problem to tackle, but you have the perfect solution.

“A what?” Toji mumbled, licking the scar on his lip as he creased an eyebrow upwards in confusion. You were sat on his lap, your arms looped around his neck and you began to speak.

“A Sex ban, Toji.” you attempted to suppress your grin when you saw the confusion on his face only deepen, and a big hand came to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“‘M not for all your little games today, doll. Got a mission tomorrow and y’know what that means.” he sighed, his free hand holding your waist, slowly sliding to the waistband of your shorts and beginning to pull them down.

“But, really baby, we—you need a break.” you protested, but just couldn’t counter back with the way his rough and thick fingers were already playing with your folds, gathering your essence.

Quickly, his lips were on yours and that shut you up, which gave him time to free himself from his sweats and enter you in one, swift motion.

He wasted no time in holding your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock, a smug smirk on his lips as he looked at the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You weren’t one to talk about a sex ban when you could hardly even let him go on a mission for more than 2 days without complaining about how much you missed him and his magic dick.

“Now ya just be quiet and take what I give you, yeah?” he breathed in your ear as his big hands groped your tits, fingers playing with your hardened nipples. The pleasure coursed throughout your body so deliciously, already causing your thighs to begin quivering and your pussy pulsed around him, greedy to suck him dry.

“Good girl,”

[madamechrissy]

Mobster Toji headcanons

Pairings- Mafia Toji x shot girl reader

mdni- explicit- oral (f recieving) drug use, dirty talk, choking, fingering, angsty and smutty- part of my Mafia AU- Toji is from Pour it Up (Mob Kuna) and Losing Control Now (Mob Toru) gonna be a fic soonnn, here is some of the vibes/points of ittt

comment to get tagged <3

Mobster Toji who runs the most elite club with Sukuna, and runs the Gojo mafia, has it all in spades, and he knows it's the good life, two strippers on his lap, kissing and giggling as he inhales his blunt. Deep in his lungs, smoking it and then turning to kiss each girl. How could he really complain about a life like this?

Mobster Toji had it rough before, he had a gambling addiction, he got into some debt, he lost his love... it wasn't an easy life, but he got here, and now, he runs this city with the men there, going against the Zenin mob just really made Toji's fucking day. He's got either side of his neck getting kissed on by pretty girls as they pass the blunt around, the club music reverberating off the walls, making everything so heady.

Mobster Toji pauses then, as he sees you, you're a nervous little wreck, nibbling on your lips as you talk to the girls there, you're in some slinky little dress that shows off all of those thighs, and hugs your body just so, glinting silver. He can't take his eyes off you, when they hand you the shot tray, explaining this and that to you, while you clearly look out of place. He leans forward to get a better look, earning the pouts of the girls on his lap. 'sorry, give me a minute hmm?' they giggle when he pinches their asses, running off while he gets a look at you.

Mobster Toji watches you bend forward, smile on your pretty face while you serve up shots, getting tips slipped in your pretty lace garter, running back to the bar for more before the song was up. Sukuna comes out then, looking at Toji who's so clearly enamored, and chuckles at him. 'Like the new shot girl?' Toji damn near blushes, Toji Fushiguro, he's probably blushed once in his life, but he does, only earning Sukuna's throaty laughter, and Toji's scowl. 'I actually was thinking of having her dance, our main girl is late'

Mobster Toji can't take the thought of your pretty body naked, he should make some perverted comment, but he just stands there, as Sukuna pats his shoulder, walking over to you. He watches you giggle a bit, shifting your hips, but he doesn't know your heart is racing, as the tall, handsome owner of this club asks you to dance. 'Oh, Mr. Sukuna... I don't know...' you murmur, observing the empty pole, and then he catches your eye, the other owner you've heard about, Toji Fushiguro. 'You don't have to get undressed, just give em a show, my girl doesn't get naked anymore either' you smile as you think of just how smitten he seems. You can't imagine feeling like that, not after the number your ex did on you.

Mobster Toji gets to watch as you do just that, clueless about a pole, he walks up to the stage then. 'Never seen Toji so quiet, he good?' Satoru asks, waltzing in now, wearing shades in the dark club for truly no reason Toji thinks, other than to be a little shit. 'I'm fine' Toji huffs, but then your eyes catch his, while a man is slipping a tip to you under the strap of your dress, and he pauses once more. 'He's got the hots for the shot girl' Sukuna says with a smirk. 'oh, that's it, shit go on up there, tip her' Toji scowls now 'tip her!?' the two men shrug, giving Toji a shove, and then he's there

Mobster Toji enamors you, with his huge shoulders, this broad handsome face, but he's different than anyone you've seen, he's intense, his forest green eyes glinting, plush lips in a terse line, like he's angry. You flush a bit under the obvious stare, coming over to him then, on your hands and knees, making Toji think of insane things, like your mouth wrapping around his cock, him choking your delicate throat, stretching it out with his thickness. 'can I tell you a secret?' you asks him then, when he sits down, spreading his thighs wide, elbows on the stage. 'go ahead, doll' you giggle a bit then, leaning forward, hand brushing up his suit jacket. 'I have no clue what I'm doing'

Mobster Toji can't stop the grin on his face, when he starts to take out stacks of bills that are wrapped with a rubber band, enjoying the little flush you get as you let your straps drop, baring your shoulders. 'Fuck...' he mutters under his breath, planting the smallest kiss on your collarbone, the action shooting desire hot straight through you, your eyes meet then, when his phone rings, and he sighs. 'my kid... sorry doll, I'll see you later?' you nod curiously, smiling up at him, you've heard of him - big, domineering, crime lord Toji- but he actually seems rather sweet, tipping you far too much, brushing a thumb over your lower lip before he leaves.

Mobster Toji doesn't see Megumi as often as he should, he wants him far away from the Zenin, and he needs him hidden from this dark world, the Zenin want Toji back and they want his kid, the heir to the family, but Toji won't let it happen. You're on his mind even as he drives home, Megumi's calmly blinking up at him as he pats his head, and the nanny apologizes 'so sorry, Mr. Fushiguro, but I do need to head home for an emergency' he shakes his head then. 'No worries, go on... hey kid'

Mobster Toji tries to balance it all, being a single dad, running this club, running the Gojo mob, drowning his sorrows in the finest whiskey, weed, cocaine and of course women. But even the next day when he sees you, his heart falters again, when you shoot him this little smile. He figures it's gotta be how beautiful you are, right? He's been around a while, but you're something else- until you run right into him, eyes wide as you slam into his chest, and he pauses, his hands on your waist. 'What's wrong, doll?' you sigh, looking around then. 'my ex is here, and he... well he was a dick, I was trying to hide' Toji hums then, pulling you even closer. 'where is he?'

Mobster Toji smirks, his scar stretching at the corner of his lip when he spots your ex. 'He's staring at us, wanna give him a show?' you giggle breathless then, nodding, your ex had left you after fucking your 'best friend' and you can't help but feel the pettiness rise. 'How do we do that, Mr. Fushiguro?' he grips your ass then, making you gasp, thigh between yours, pressing you on it, bending so low, you inhale his cologne, taste the liquor on his breath - 'like this' he whispers, before his lips are on yours. Your ex watches with fury, everyone else with curiosity, but it's just the two of you then, as everything starts fading aside from his lips on yours, his big hands on your body.

Mobster Toji can't get enough of your kisses, of your little teases, the next few days he keeps stealing them, like some dumb high school boy, he turns down this woman and that woman, because all he can think about is you. You don't go further, though you're aching for him, this cute little sweet game between the two of you, but you soon find yourself sitting on his lap, right in the VIP room. This was a 'special request' from Mr. Fushiguro himself. Powder is sprinkled against your neck, as he laps up residue from your collarbone, moaning softly in your ear, making your mind run wild in a room full of powerful mobsters and beautiful women, but all you can think of is him, how he's not like anyone you've known.

Mobster Toji slips rough fingers under your skirt, pressing your already damp fabric against your engorged clit as he holds an entire conversation, with Gojo, Sukuna, Choso and Suguru and plenty of women all in that room, effortless, like he's not finger your slick pussy, slipping under your panties and watching you bite that lower lip. He leans up, whispering in your ear 'keep quiet, hmm? slutty pussy is loud isn't she?' you can't formulate a thought as he fingers your slick walls, his cock aching to break your sweet pussy as he feels it pulsing around him, barely holding back his moans.

Mobster Toji has your back against the door of his office that night, in his knees in front of you, before you can think his tongue is lapping a stripe up your slit hungrily, and your hands are in his inky black locks, crying out softly while he drinks your sweet pussy up. 'Mr. Fushi-' he laughs against your cunt, making your thighs tremble 'nah, doll, it's just Toji, when your pussy is on my face, fuck it's so yummy too' he drags your ass to his face, devouring your cunt like a starved man then, your head slams the door, while he laps up all your juices, taste buds rolling on your walls, pushing you over the edge until you're blinded, drooling from your mouth and your cunt he's working.

Mobster Toji damn near cums when you squirt for him, he's drinking up as much as he can, staring at your slick cunt in wonder, so pretty as you squeak nervously, he chuckles at just how cute you are. 'fuck that's sexy, you squirt?' you're blushing, stammering then, as a mobster, a criminal, Toji himself is coated in your glistening cum. 'I've never done it... n-never came except on my own' Toji blinks in confusion, laughing then, but you'r'e serious he realizes, quickly too, and he sighs, pressing a kiss on the hood of your clit, an arm around your hips. 'That ex so shitty?' you nod then, weakly, unable to function or think as he stands, lifting you up on his desk. 'time to change all of that, gonna have you squirting all over this fucking desk huh?'

Mobster Toji is irritated as he's interrupted, of course it's a dire issue, when wasn't it? He leaves you with a nasty, filthy open mouthed kiss, wishing he didn't have all these duties as it was, and now it's just growing a longer list. In the limo with Sukuna he can taste you on his tongue, and when he finally sees you next, so much changed, you're excited but you say his dark expression, his face so tense. How could he bring a sweet girl into his world?

Mobster Toji ignores you, like it never fucking happened, and you see him, girls on his lap in that damn room, so you make sure to 'accidentally' spill shots all down his Armani slacks, earning him standing and scowling at you. when he finally corners you later, a hand on your throat, he's squeezing your windpipe, leaning low. 'what's with that show, huh brat?' you glare up at him, even as his hand squeezes. 'what's with ignoring me after... that!?' Toji's jaw clenches. 'I don't want ya in this fuckin' life, doll, that's what.' Your hand slips down his shirt, his hard muscled body, while he still squeezes, only serving to make you wetter. 'you don't even know me Toji' he scoffs. 'and you don't wanna know me'

Mobster Toji releases your throat, watching you walk away, what do you know about his life - nothing. He can't drag you down, you're different, even as he turns girls down, as he strokes his cock thinking of you, and you give him that pretty little scowl. He knows you're mad, he sees you flirting, he sees you watching him, he hopes you hate him, it's easier that way, a mobster with a fucking kid and a million issues. But suddenly you are just gone for a week, then another, Toji begins to ask, and Sukuna frowns, shaking his head. 'she just never came back, even to get her check, I'm not sure... I figured you two had problems and-"

Mobster Toji feels his stomach turn, panicking now, looking your name up on socials, seeing no updates since the last day he saw you, and his eyes dart to Sukuna's. 'what's wrong, mad she left your dumbass?' Toji shakes his head, gulping now. 'something is wrong... no I need to fucking find her. Now.' You're not at the apartment that was on your employment, you're nowhere, even your landlord says they haven't seen you, when Toji breaks into your abandoned apartment, even your phone is right there, he sees it's long dead, but next to it is a note, that simply reads 'find me'.

Mobster Toji will find you, if it's the last thing he fucking does.

THIS took an ANGSTY turn my goodness- it will be a fic if you wanna get tagged drop a comment <3

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[owensbabygirl]

𝟔𝟗 ✧ 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

you tasted so good. that's everything chris had in his mind as he moved his tongue back and forth between your lips, while your other ones were too busy sucking him off.

every little noise that came out of you vibrated on his dick, making chris lose his mind and get closer and closer.

"shit baby- fuuuuck" he panted out, throwing his head back on the pillow as he slowly thrusted his hips up to your mouth.

chris' mind was blank with euphoria, but he still knew better then to thrust his hips up too much that you will be in pain. it was confusing for him too- but every time he knew the other person didn't felt good, it just turned him off.

but fuck. he was getting close, so close that he couldn't hold his head in place and eat you out like he craved so bad, only desperately kitty licking your sweetness.

his grip on your ass tightened as he lifted you up a little, making you break contact with his drooling pre-cum tip. "what are you doing?" you stammered, turning your head to look at his face properly for the first time since you walked in his door.

a little smirk grew on his face when he saw your hair all messed up, knowing it was freshly done the day before like you told him, but he ignored it when he felt again how hard he was aching for a release. "uh- please... I need to go farther"

"okey... you stopped everything just to tell me that?" you drawled, giggling a little as you ran your hand across his lower abdomen, he felt like you were caressing the ball of fire who burned in his stomach.

"I don' know... I wanted to know if you're fine wit' that" chris stuttered, his eyes darting down to your lips before he looked up at your eyes again.

his care was so adorable to you, deep in you knew it was just to serve his interests, but you were drunk to think about that. "aw, that's so sweet" you blurted.

"-'s fine." you smiled and moved your lag over him once again, lowering yourself to press your stomach against his, have your eyes were level with his cock, pressing small kisses just above it. "please... need you." chris whimpered.

he could feel you smiling between those teasing kisses, he almost let out a groan of relief when he felt your lips on him, taking all of cock until it hit deep in your throat.

hands roamed everywhere. your back, your hips, your ass, too out of balance, he needed something to get his grip on. "fuck!...holy shit you're so good." he praised.

his hands finally found their place wrapped around your thighs, on your ass cheeks, letting him suck in your luscious taste.

the noises you made every time he thrusted up his hips were such as good, he couldn't see your face, but he knew it was so pretty like that. so flushed, so messed up.

so fucking addictive.

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tags: @frostmellow @zenithsturniolo @mattslvrxo @tezzzzzzzz @mattslutt @starrii-sturns

a/n: sorry of this is ass yall I tried

✧english is not my first language

[takes1]

ur blog is so pretty...

if you are okay with it, do you have any headcanons bout what type or p0rn the Karasuno boys would watch? 🌹

what type of p*rn would the karasuno team watch?

warnings. heavy nsfw under the cut. minors DNI

characters. suga. daichi. asahi. tsukki. kageyama. hinata. nishinoya. tanaka. yamaguchi. details. lots of kink discussion - just about anything you can think of

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

suga९᠀ - likes a good storyline video. loves a bad one. shitty acting gets him laughing, and he needs every chance he can get to feel as though he isn't sinning. won't say no to an amateur flick, but he likes the structure of 4k videos, and is a suuuucker for the 'oiled up' aesthetic.

asahi९᠀ - buddy has a rampant size kink that doesn't get much of an outlet. downside: most videos that cater to this are not what he wants, because of the unavoidable infantilization in most of them. so he opts for amateur vids with bigger guys turning out their smaller girlfriends, wives; extra props if there's some real, organic dirty talk, or if it happens to be super low-quality.

daichi९᠀ - has no shame about his oral fixation. face fucking. deepthroat. he's got any video with some lucky dude getting good head memorized by the title and the preview. his favorites are either: when the guy stays hands-off and silent, or when she takes a load down her throat. not much in between.

tsukishima ९᠀ - is a filthy animal with a porn addiction. will watch/has watched just about everything under the sun. he had a bukkake faze, a gangbang faze, but is now proudly serving his bdsm faze with specific interest in femdoms. shiny, black heels get him hard in an instant. has done the tried-and-true bdsm questionnaire in his spare time and does heaps of research on the community, usually as a pregame to jerking off.

kageyama ९᠀ - no particular preferences. but if he's got a crush on somebody, he will strictly watch lookalikes. it wasn't a conscious habit at first, but after the third time it happened, he couldn't articulate any other reason to look up seven descriptors in the search bar and get 0 results. how well/quickly he gets off is based on how well the actor or subject looks his crush. it's a long endeavor, too. he edges for as long as he can, and almost always does it twice.

hinata ९᠀ - can't watch porn long enough to build any strong preferences. has sensitivity/premature ejaculation issues, so he tends to just listen to whatever video he landed on. this has opened more of a pipeline to nsfw audios, instead. loves the sound of two bodies coming together, especially all the little pants and huffs in a video that aren't faked. has gotten insanely good at being able to tell if it's fake, too.

nishinoya ९᠀ - doesn't watch videos; similar problem to hinata. instead, yuu buys physical hentai novels. big fan of monster-fucking. tentacle stuff is a staple in his readable porn. he guards his collection with his life and would sooner lose a limb than have anybody go near the shelf that he keeps them hidden behind. once, asahi stood too close during a sleepover and -naturally- yuu bit him as a distraction, just to get him away from the area.

tanaka ९᠀ - wlw videos. solo-girl vids. he can't stand to watch something with a guy in it. it's huge turn-off, especially when the dude is too loud, or in the way, too soft, or straight-up ugly. learned to love the slow, women-catered stuff that's 40 minutes long and has plot to follow. also picked up a lot of tongue tricks from these vids, too. (congrats, kiyoko!)

yamaguchi ९᠀ - mmf threesomes. i think ya'll know what i'm getting at, here. either he 1: is poly and doesn't know it, 2: is gay and doesn't know it, 3: is genuinely very enticed by the idea of overstimulating a gorgeous girl, OR 4: can't see himself as enough for a potential partner, and this might be a subconscious way of evading that insecurity.

notes. i'm very sorry to any who were looking for ennoshita, kinoshita, or narita. i tried, but genuinely couldn't get anything going for any of them. they all seem like nice guys, but there's no material that i can properly make nasty.

taglist. @integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco

links. my masterlist. requests open.

[lovegasmic]

⋆ GLORY HOLE

ft. Sunday, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cw. f!reader, oral male receiving ( sunday, mentions : gallagher, gepard )

NAVI ⁞ EVENT MASTERLIST

a... glory hole? that was a new concept for Sunday, but well, as the Oak family boss he should personally check whether the new Penacony entertainment establishment met the requirements.

what he did not expect was to get absolutely addicted to you. who happened to be the destined girl to give Mr. Sunday a little test, a little trial all free from charge, a gift from the owner himself.

the room being wiped clean from all unwanted eyes, all but the man himself, and the round hole where your pretty mouth could wrap around his cock. hesitation is what mostly existed in Sunday’s brain, although it quickly shut down when the pink tip of your tongue darted out to taste him, almost making his hand slam against the thin wall separating you both.

a pleasure like no other is what you’ve made him feel, turning him into some lust driven being where he aggressively rutted his hips against the wall, balls almost slapping with your chin if it weren’t because of the separation, but eons... how desperate Sunday needed to see your face, what expression would you have? blissed, cock drunk? perhaps even surprised or fearful to find yourself sucking Sunday’s cock, although the mere thought was enough to make him cum down your eager throat.

the establishment was approved in less than a day.

although Gallagher enjoyed his job, serving drinks, chit chat with patrons who were more than eager to share bits of personal or interesting information and creating new, innovative drinks, he couldn’t deny the thrill and eagerness that surrounded the man upon the arrival of his shift’s end.

mindlessly playing with the lighter on his hand while his steps were casual and light through Penacony’s streets, steps that always guided him to one place, the gloryhole.

Gallagher had a favorite, of course, you happened to immediately capture his heart — and cock — merely from watching you bent and spread, that pretty pussy slick and almost begging for him.

he doesn’t really care if he’s fucking your throat or cunt, both are more than welcome for as long as you continue to make those tiny, muffled mewls. he likes to think you do them just for him, that you have somehow memorized the shape of his cock, the way each vein rubs against your pussy walls, the taste of his precum staining your tongue and gliding down your throat.

it’s a nice entertainment and stress reliever, but besides from a selfish reward, he does really enjoy how you silently cream his cock every single time.

Gepard knew this wasn’t a good idea, he knew he should not have listened to the other guards speaking about this new underground club, but he was the captain, it was his duty to check whether all permits were in order.

big mistake. the blonde should have first asked Bronya about the paperwork instead of just rushing to the said place, and second of all, he definitely should have checked if it was indeed a club, not a gloryhole.

his cheeks are as pink as the neon lights outside, thinking he shouldn’t be there, he shouldn’t be intently staring at your exposed pussy and his cock definitely shouldn’t be drooling precum into his pants, twitching and straining against his pants. but he’s there, and somehow, back a few days later, wearing daily clothes now and thankfully the lady at the front counter didn’t seem impressed at the sight of the guard, perks of working above the surface.

it takes him a few days to build up the courage, to finally do more than just rub his thumb on your clit until you cum, to slide his condom wrapped cock across your slit, teasing himself until the tip accidentally catches against your hole, and then he just gives in, messily humping into your soft cunt that wraps around his cock just so prettily, so perfect and warm, you’re like heaven, and Gepard can’t help but wonder if you’d like to go out with him.

Jing Yuan is really not ashamed of his sex life, but of course, as the general, he must still keep some appearances.

the subtle looking establishment is always ready to receive the silver haired man, with an extra tip to keep the hostess quiet about his whereabouts, and another extra so he gets to meet with you, his favorite girl.

never in his life has Jing Yuan been picky, but ever since he got a taste of you, — more like you got a taste of him — he couldn’t just give up on you so easily.

and you know it’s him, of course you do, he doesn’t need to speak, but his low, throaty chuckle and deep groans of pleasure are enough to give him away, besides, you always knew a man like the general was well packed, considering how easily he made your toes curl and eyes roll in sheer bliss.

he fucks like he fights, with all he got, with his hands on your hips almost leaving bruises, precisely thrusting into your soaked cunt that seemed to ooze more slick the more his cock drove into you. but there were times when he fucked deep but slow, almost making you sob and convulse around the fat girth of his cock, begging and sucking him deeper into your walls.

[deepspace-scenarios]

[Scenario/Drabble] Falling into you

How the LADS men would first show obvious interest in you, but make it happen in an ancient chinese historical!AU. AKA them looking gorgeous in silken robes (Part 1)

Genre: fluff, historical!AU; TW: mild suggestiveness

SYLUS - a powerful lord in secluded mountains, both feared and envied for his rule over mountain passes between countries.

The mountain fortress’s halls are lined with treasures from distant lands- jade carvings, swords with serpentine hilts. Yet Sylus’s attention lingers on you, the emissary sent to negotiate with him.

On your third visit, a servant delivers a lacquered box to your quarters.

Twice, he had turned you away after negotiations reached an impasse.

In those visits, you saw contrast. To the world, he is fearsome and ruthless, but to you- he has always been cordial, intelligent- an enigmatic character that has you lying awake for more reasons than political negotiations.

Twice, you have failed. But this time- you're going to try harder.

You inspect the delivered box. Within it lies a hairpin of black and gold, its feather motif unmistakable. There's nothing else accompanying it- only the silent implication that accepting it meant acknowledging his scrutiny, trusting his integrity, and accepting him.

For you to be sent on a mission alone to this infamous Lord's fortress, is to avoid raising attention within the tumultuous court of your ruling state. And what the court wants is a treaty to gain access along the least treacherous mountain pass- part of his ruling territory.

That evening, you wear it.

His smirk when he notices is nothing short of dangerous.

“Careful,” he murmurs, refilling your tea cup himself- a breach of etiquette. “My generosity isn’t just political.”

You lower your head in a bow- to thank him for pouring your drink, and to acknowledge what he said- but nothing would prepare you for what he says next.

“I hope you are aware that this province it signifies… commitment to another,”

Your head snaps up as you look at him with wide eyes, and he chuckles.

“Relax, little bird. I'm the one offering you such commitment. I will serve you, and you alone… in all ways you wish.”

It is the first of many nights where you learn yet a new facade of him- tender, and dangerously addictive.

_____

ZAYNE - a healer who had mastered the use of traditional herbal medicine

The apothecary smells of bitter roots and dried chrysanthemums. Zayne barely ever spoke as you delivered letters and scrolls from the court to him- until the day you cough into your sleeve.

His brows furrow. "You're unwell," he observes.

You look away quickly. If only etiquette allowed you to appreciate his angular features- you could spend hours appreciating the curve of his hazel eyes, and the slope of his nose.

"It's just a mild cough."

"Your face is flushed. Come here, let me check for you-"

You shuffle forward, unsure of how to explain that you're not running a temperature, and simply blushing under his scrutiny.

“Hold still.” His fingers press on your wrist, his grip firm. “Your pulse is erratic.”

You expect a diagnosis.

Instead, he slides a packet wrapped with twine across the table. “Boil these with nectar. Twice daily. Avoid drinking any cold liquid until your cough subsides.”

On the packet, you see the label for dried pear slices and loquat leaves- a remedy both stress and illness.

You fiddle with the twine. “I- I don't have any coins on me, Zayne. I'll collect it next time I'm here.”

You hear him let out a short sigh.

“Consider it a gift. The weather is harsh, and your health is precious.”

When you glance up, he is already turning away. But the tips of his ears are tinged red.

____

XAVIER - an astrologer who observes the stars for the imperial kingdom, also an archer due to his keen eyesight

Xavier spends his nights in the library tower, mapping constellations on parchment. You often find him there, sorting star maps for the imperial astronomers and looking for auspicious days for ceremonies.

One dawn, a silk-bound scroll appears at your desk. Unfurling it reveals a star chart of the night you first met, dotted with gold ink.

Beneath the chart, in elegant characters, reads “The stars aligned twice- once in the heavens, once when you appeared.”

You find him later, with him at his table and blinking rapidly to ward off sleep.

“Xavier,” you greet softly.

The sleepiness in his eyes vanishes, replaced by a faint sparkle of delight as he places his brush down.

“Oh no,” he says with a hint of a pout, “You caught me falling asleep,”

You don't try to hide your smile- you never have to, around him. "Bad time? I could come back later,"

He shakes his head. "Stay with me, I could use some company. And what brings you here?"

You approach his desk, sitting on the stool he offers you. “I just wanted to let the hardworking astrologer know that his map has been received- and it is absolutely lovely,”

He pauses, blinking. Then a slow, gentle smile touches his lips.

“Just like you,” he replies.

_____

RAFAYEL - an artist for the emperor, with paintings sought after by nobles across the country.

You hurry along the corridor, squinting from the bright morning sun when you step into his airy room.

You have been sent to collect a commissioned landscape- but when you unroll it to confirm its contents, the scene is wrong.

Instead of mountains, the silk depicts you: sitting by a lotus pond, your robes rendered in vivid blues.

“Oops,” Rafayel sighs, leaning over your shoulder. “My brush must have slipped.”

“Rafayel… They need it by sunset today,” you say weakly.

As he waltzes around you into view once more, his grin is anything but repentant.

“Guess you’ll have to stay here a few hours now. Be my motivation.”

Half the time Rafayel is meant to paint, he spends on chatting away and looking at you.

When you ask, he dips his brush into water and twirls it around.

“I was done aaages ago, lovely. All the work I have left is to stamp my name in the corner,” he says smugly, “Anything is easy when my muse is here,”

_____

CALEB as a military strategist, bound by duty and responsibility, yet his true loyalty lies not with the kingdom, but with a person close to his heart.

When you stumble during a courtyard drill, hands steady you- and don't let go.

You whip around, gripping your hood to stop it from falling off- nobody is supposed to see you train.

And yet, when you see who it is, the fear and tension dissipates instantly.

“Your stance is off, don't hold it like a sword,” Caleb explains, adjusting your grip on the wooden dagger. His calloused hand lingers. “Meet me at dawn. I’ll train you.”

The next morning, a new dagger waits on a stone slab at the edge of the clearing. Its hilt is wrapped in red silk- the color of luck, and of brides.

When you turn, Caleb is looking resolutely into the distance.

“For defense during your travels,” he explains. “Not just decoration.”

“Caleb, you didn't have to-”

“But I want to,” he says, finally locking eyes with you, his expression earnest and open with a vulnerability you haven't seen since your childhood days. “Especially because I can't be by your side to protect you,”

So you accept the gift, and all the unspoken promises that come along with it.

_

Note:

for a canon scifi universe set in the future, the LADS men are sO historical AU coded i cant stop yELLING about how gorgeous they are in traditional robes please thank Sylus and Zayne for making this drabble happen they have me in a chokehold

Also picture credit is a XHS edit but i couldnt find OP so pls lmk if there is a link!!

Thanks for reading <333

[golden-redhead]

I think there's a lot of signs pointing to Jayce actually doing the right thing ...or at least the right thing based on the information available to him at the time.

We can't know for a fact just how much Viktor was changed and what his healing was doing to the people who came to him in the long run, but considering all the hints dropped by the writers, the situation is much less clear than we think. Obviously, everyone's first instinct is to condemn Jayce and his actions, especially because Viktor is one of fan favourites, but looking at the teaser for the next Act and what little we know about what happened to Jayce, I think it might have been necessary evil.

I think this scene of Viktor temporarily 'possessing' Salo in order to talk with Jayce points to just how fucked this little community that Viktor created actually is. There's a reason why everyone's getting those 'it's a freaking cult' vibes.

This scene made me more uncomfortable than anything else this season and I think it's clear that it was meant to make feel that way. There's something so uncanny about Viktor's voice coming out of Salo's mouth, especially paired with that look on his face and how Viktor seems to be able to see and experience things through him in this moment.

And then there's also the issue of all these people dying a horrible drawn-out death as soon as Viktor himself 'dies'. Yes, they came to him on their own, they asked to be healed, but did they really know what they are getting into? Did they know this is what might happen?

Some of them were already dying, true, but Viktor healed all kinds of people, some of whom most likely had their whole lives ahead of them. He, knowingly or not, inevitably sped up this process. Not all of them were consummed by Shimmer-addiction or permanently disabled like Salo.

And then there's also the fact of all of them basically abandoning their previous lives to serve Viktor and his community. Which, okay, makes sense, there's certainly a parallel with the community that Ekko created for Zaunites to keep them safe from Piltover and Silco's plans. They made an informed choice, though, and I don't think the same can be said about Viktor's cult-like commute.

They seem peaceful, yes, but also devoid of personality and entirely dedicated to Viktor and his cause. Of course, it can be explained by gratitude towards him and desire to be kept safe in a calm and peaceful environment, but it's taken to such an extreme point that it definitely crosses the line into uncanny territory in my eyes. Their hivemind behaviour is very unsettling and even though Viktor seems to frame his recent actions as some kind of greater good, I don't think it's necessarily true.

We have yet to find out what Jayce saw and who's in the right and who's in the wrong. Either way, as usual when it comes to Arcane, it seems to me that more than ever, everyone's a victim of the circumstances and tragedy spares no one.

Considering that Viktor is set up to be 'reborn', I can't help but wonder what it means for his community and if they will also be brought to life by whatever connection they have with him. It would be a fascinating choice given how Viktor's arc has always been about autonomy and making your own choices.

Arcane, it's been a pleasure having my heart torn out of my chest by you. Can't wait for the last Act.

[leriexoxo]

SKZ HEADCANONS (18+)

Stray Kids And Everything About Their Cum💦 (OT8)

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🌸Bang Chan

Taste: Pineapple-sweet with a faint salt edge, smooth and so drinkable it’s unreal.

Details: He stays sipping pineapple juice like it’s holy water, and it shows. His cum is thick but not gross—just enough to coat your tongue and slide down easy. When he cums, he grabs your hair, mutters a deep “Fuck, baby…” and watches you like you’re a new discovery.

Extras: Will literally cum again if you swallow and open your mouth after. Might say, “All that for me? Didn’t waste a drop, huh?”

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

The moment your lips close around the tip and you swallow without hesitation, he freezes—eyes wide, jaw clenched, chest heaving. He watches you lick the corner of your mouth and his dick twitches again, still sensitive but hardening anyway.

“Fuck,” he growls, voice low and wrecked. “You really swallowed it? All of it?”

And when you hum, eyes heavy and dirty just for him, he lets out a broken laugh, running a hand through his hair.

“Jesus. You’re gonna ruin me.”

🦋Lee Know

Taste: Creamy with a sweet almond or vanilla undertone, like melted soft-serve and sin.

Details: It’s unexpectedly smooth but there’s a lot. He’ll pull your face down and let it shoot deep, holding you there till you gulp every drop. His orgasm face? Glorious. He doesn’t moan, he hisses—low and dangerous.

Extras: Will swipe a thumb into your mouth and make you suck the rest off with a “You better not waste it.”

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

He smirks when you don’t hesitate, but the second you look up while you swallow, that smirk dies. His gaze sharpens.

“That good, huh?” he murmurs, walking his fingers up your jaw.

You nod slowly, maybe even open your mouth to show there’s nothing left, and that’s it—he’s pulling you up, kissing you hard with tongue and teeth.

“Next time,” he rasps, “you’re getting it twice.”

🍑Changbin

Taste: Hot, musky, and strong—like spicy cinnamon and pure testosterone.

Details: When he cums, it spurts, thick and aggressive. There’s no warning—just a choked groan and then a whole damn flood. You’ll feel it coat your throat and he’ll love when you gag a little, still swallowing.

Extras: Might grab your chin after and spit in your mouth, then say “Now you’re full of me. Just like you should be.”

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

His mouth drops open when he sees you really go for it, not even flinching as you take every drop.

“Fuck, baby… you took it all?”

His voice is awed, almost boyish in shock, but his grip on your hair tightens when you look smug.

“Oh, you like it,” he groans. “That’s so hot—holy shit, that’s so hot.”

Might start jacking himself again just watching your tongue flick your lip, whispering, “You want more?”

😈Hyunjin

Taste: Tropical—like pineapple and mango mixed with something perfumed. Sexy and rich.

Details: His release is light but so hot—you feel it before you taste it. He’ll cum with his mouth open, eyes locked on yours, whispering shit like “Take it all, angel.” He tastes like temptation—addicting and impossible to spit out.

Extras: After he cums, he needs a sloppy kiss, moaning into your mouth as he tastes himself on your tongue.

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

The moment your tongue swirls and you moan around it like you love the taste, Hyunjin’s entire soul leaves his body.

He stares at you like you’re a wet dream in 4K.

“You… that was…” He trails off, then crawls forward, kissing you open-mouthed, messy, desperate.

“I wanna cum in your mouth every fucking day,” he moans, already pressing his cock back to your lips. “You were made for it.”

🍀Jisung

Taste: Wild—tangy, a little sour, but kinda good? Like sour gummy worms laced with sex.

Details: It’s explosive. He cums hard and fast, holding your head down with both hands as he spills down your throat with a broken “Fuckfuckfuck—yes, fuck.” It’s messy, chaotic, and so him.

Extras: Might be shaking, laughing, and begging to do it again the second you swallow. He’s absolutely feral for the taste of his own cum on your lips.

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

He short circuits. Like glitching. He cums, you swallow, and he just stares—wide-eyed, panting, pupils blown.

“No fucking way you did that,” he breathes. “You’re… oh my god.”

He starts rambling—

“You’re insane. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever—wait—did it taste okay? Do I taste weird? Do you like it?”

But then you lick your lips again and he shuts up, eyes rolling back like you just made him cum a second time.

💋Felix

Taste: Sweet like honey butter or vanilla icing—almost too good to be real.

Details: His cum is soft, warm, and doesn’t hit too hard—but the way he moans? Baby, it’ll melt you. He cums slow, rolling his hips like he wants to drown you in it. When he sees you swallow, his eyes go dark.

Extras: “So sweet for me,” he’ll whisper, fingers stroking your throat like he’s memorizing the path it took inside you.

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

His voice breaks the second you swallow.

“Oh—oh baby…”

His eyes soften, but his cock jerks. He stares like you’re the most divine thing he’s ever seen.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he whispers, flushed and trembling. “But you did. For me.”

He kisses you sweetly, cupping your face with trembling hands—then pauses, smirks, and goes:

“…Did I taste good?”

Boy wants a full review.

🫐Seungmin

Taste: Clean with a herbal, minty finish. Think green tea mixed with sin.

Details: Seungmin’s the slow-burn—you don’t get his cum unless you earn it. But when he finally lets go? It’s intense. He’ll cum with a low growl, one hand wrapped around your throat as he watches you choke on it, whispering, “Swallow. Be good.”

Extras: If you whimper around him, he’ll smirk, and say, “Didn’t expect it to taste that good, did you?”

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

He watches very carefully. When you take him to the back of your throat and swallow, he doesn’t speak—just stares.

There’s a long pause. Then, in that cold, dangerously low voice:

“Swallowing without being told?”

He leans in, thumb on your tongue.

“Be careful. You’re gonna make me greedy.”

He doesn’t smile, but his cock twitches like he’s ready to go again immediately. You’re his now—and he knows it.

🎀Jeongin

Taste: Light and slightly sweet, like coconut milk and sweat. Innocent but addictive.

Details: He’s still learning what he likes, but he lives to cum in your mouth. It’s not heavy, but his reactions make up for it—eyes wide, lips parted, hips twitching as he cries your name while cumming down your throat.

Extras: He’ll be breathless after, cheeks flushed, stammering, “Did I… did you really…?” and then immediately get hard again watching you lick your lips.

Reaction to you tasting it for the first time

He gasps when he cums, hips jerking—and when he realizes you’re swallowing it? He loses his mind.

“You—oh my god, you’re swallowing?!”

His face turns red, lips parted in disbelief and awe. He watches you lick your lips and has to physically restrain himself from diving in for a kiss.

“That was…” he pants. “I didn’t even think—did it taste okay? I… I wanna do that again. Please.”

Already hard again, poor baby’s addicted now.

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Authors note: I’M OVULATING 🫠 That’s the only excuse i have for this 🌝

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[flwrxiao]

have you ever tried this one? pt.1 ✩ genshin boys' fav positions x fem!reader ↳ ft. xiao, zhongli, kaveh, neuvillette

XIAO's purpose has always been to serve, to submit, to be of use. and so, he loves watching you straddle his lap, where he can get a perfect view of you taking him in. holding someone so physically close is something he's seldom experienced, running his lithe hands all over you while you ride him with all the passion in the world. he's in awe of you, of your beauty. he's so sensitive, and finishes inside you quickly, pulling you in closer so you can hear him groan your name like a mantra with tears in his eyes. you're too perfect for him, your pussy feels impossibly good around him, but he's got the stamina of a warrior; he's not really done until you're satisfied <3

ZHONGLI has lived a life of much dominion, so he finds it refreshing to surrender control for once. he'll lie on his back, watching you please yourself on his cock. he's got a beautiful view of you, admiring you in all your perfection while you ride him. of course, the archon lord could always help you out if you got tired; his gentle yet impossibly strong grip easily guiding you up and down his cock once your legs finally give out. you can rest your palms on his strong chest while he does all the work for you, bouncing his sweet lover on his cock until he's stuffing you full of his hot cum <3

KAVEH appreciates the finer things in life, and will always stop to admire something he finds especially beautiful. this goes for his sex life too, because he loves fucking you against the wall, just like all his other favourite works of art. kaveh can't take his eyes off you like this, holding you between his body and the wall. he rocks his hips up into you, drinking in all your sweet noises as he stretches you out so perfectly. his nails dig into your thighs as you clench around him, pulling him in deeper when you wrap your legs around his waist. it's perfect, the way he knows exactly how to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you <3

NEUVILLETTE seems like a man above mortal needs, but once he's got you beneath him, he becomes a slave to his desires. he expertly maneuvers you into a mating press, guiding your legs around him, spreading you wide for his cock. you can never quite get used to how big he is, but neuvillette always knows exactly how to prep you, kissing you deeply while he teases his tip against your entrance. he can't get enough of your pretty face, your delicate features contorting with pleasure while he eases his thick cock inside you. he's addicted to it, huffing out sweet praise while he fills your cute pussy over and over again <3

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Hiii! You’re writing is amazing 😊

Could you do a Namgyu x f! reader? where reader is Namgyus ex-finance or smth and they broke up due to him stealing her money for drugs or smth.. but throughout the games she’s been trying to avoid him even tho he tries to talk to her (sort of a 222 and 333 situation). Then during hide and seek(keys and knives) reader gets blue and Namgyu gets red and she sees how aggressive Namgyu has gotten with people and since she’s been trying to avoid him she thinks he will go after her next not knowing he’s still deeply inlove with her. So she’s begging people to switch but no one will. Then during the game he sees someone trying to kill her and he gets them off with Myungi. You can choose the ending but pls fluff!! (can u also include a part where he’s talking to Myungi about reader since Myungi brought up his love for junhee so Namgyu brings up reader and everything he feels)!! no smut please😊Thank you so much❤️❤️

Ashes of Us — Nam-Gyu x f!Reader

📌 Warnings:

Violence, strong language, obsession, toxic relationship, addiction mention, emotional trauma, character death, oppressive environment, psychological tension, intense kiss, unresolved feelings. (18+ for themes, no smut)

📌 Word Count:

~12,500 words

📌 Author’s Note:

Hiiiii, I’m so happy you sent this request 🙂

I’m not sure if it turned out good… but here it is (for some reason I really struggled to write this, like, rewrote it so many times lol).

If you read and enjoy it, I recommend checking out my other stories 😛

Requests are currently closed, but if you think your idea is really good, feel free to send it anyway (I just won’t be fast to answer!)

Masterlist — [link]

You met Nam-Gyu on a Friday.

Rain, neon lights and the smell of cheap beer.

The kind of night where everything starts bad and somehow gets worse.

He worked at the shittiest club in town — half security, half bartender, half problem. And that night, you were drunk enough not to care about any of it.

He was the one who pulled you away from some asshole who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

A shove, a low threat, and just like that — he became the topic of the week in your friend group.

"Did you see that guy?"

"That stare? Holy shit."

"If he grabbed me like that I’d marry him."

You laughed.

But you went back the next week.

---

That’s how it started.

Nam-Gyu wasn’t the type to start conversations.

He was quiet, a little guarded, way too handsome for his job, with a crooked smirk that made stupid girls fall in love.

— “You gonna keep staring or you want a drink?”

— “If you’re the one serving, I’ll take it.”

He huffed, but his ears turned pink.

After that, you started seeing each other. First outside the club, then in shitty coffee shops, then on his worn-out couch watching dubbed movies at 2AM.

Nam-Gyu wasn’t romantic. He was awkward.

He’d buy you cheap chocolate from corner stores and bring you a stolen flower from someone’s garden.

Jealous, protective, but in a way that — in the beginning — felt good.

If someone looked at you too long on the street, he’d drape an arm over your shoulders.

If a guy hit on you at a bar, Nam-Gyu would appear out of nowhere with that dead-eyed stare.

And you fell for him.

Fast. Hard. Ugly.

---

The nights with him were the best.

Laughing too loud after two cups of shitty soju.

Singing old songs on empty sidewalks at 3AM.

Nam-Gyu sleeping spooned against you, face buried in your neck, mumbling slurred promises.

— “We’re gonna get outta here, you know?”

— “Yeah? Where to?”

— “Tokyo. Or Busan. Fuck it, anywhere far from this shithole.”

You’d laugh and call him an idiot.

But you believed him.

He made you believe.

---

And of course, there were fights.

Because he was possessive, insecure, reckless.

You hated when he’d disappear for hours with no word.

He hated when you so much as spoke to a guy.

But you made up.

Always circled back to each other.

The fights ended with him slamming the door, then coming back hours later, face scuffed, exhausted grin, holding a plastic bag.

— “Here. Strawberry. Your favorite.”

— “You can’t buy me off with candy, Nam-Gyu.”

— “Shut up and eat it.”

You did.

He held you.

And you fell asleep together.

---

But little by little… it changed.

Nam-Gyu started acting strange.

Tired. Distant. Hollow.

You pretended not to see.

Then money started going missing.

At first it was coins.

Then bills.

Then your favorite earrings.

Your old camera.

When you asked, he’d brush it off.

Said you lost them.

You knew better.

But you were scared of the truth.

Until one day, you caught him.

Came home early, found him in the bathroom.

Thin. Pale. Shaking.

And the drugs right there on the counter.

Your world cracked in half.

— “What the fuck is this, Nam-Gyu?!”

— “It’s not what you think.”

— “It’s exactly what I think!”

He tried to hug you.

You flinched.

— “I’m trying, okay? I’m gonna quit.”

You wanted to believe it.

For a while, you did.

---

The relapses came fast.

He’d disappear for days.

Come back wrecked.

You’d scream. He’d cry.

You’d swear you were leaving. He’d promise to stop.

You spent your savings bailing him out.

Paid rent. Paid debts. Paid for hospital nights.

Until the day you checked your bank account and saw it was empty.

Every last cent.

Years of work.

You knew instantly.

You came home ready to kill.

Door cracked open.

Apartment trashed.

Nam-Gyu half-conscious on the floor.

You screamed, shook him, called an ambulance.

He barely whispered.

— “I’m sorry… I couldn’t…”

— “Where’s my money, Nam-Gyu?!”

— “I… I needed it.”

You hit him.

Cried. Screamed. Called him every name you knew.

And you left.

Small bag.

Puffy face.

Shaking hands.

He tried to stop you at the door.

— “Don’t go.”

— “I already did.”

The door slammed shut.

You never went back.

---

And you thought that was the end.

Months later, new job, new number, new apartment — you almost forgot.

Almost.

Until you woke up in that goddamn arena.

A number on your chest.

And across the field.

Those eyes.

The same.

But dead.

Covered in blood and dirt.

The same boy you loved.

Now a ghost.

And before the shock even wore off, all you could think was:

Fuck. He’s here.

He’s alive.

And I’m screwed.

---

---

The smell in that dormitory was always the same.

Metal, sweat, dried blood clinging to the concrete.

You’d been there long enough to know nothing changed.

The iron bunk beds, the numbers on chests, exhausted faces, and the constant, suffocating fear.

But since the day you saw Nam-Gyu there, fear had turned into something else.

Panic.

He was there.

And unlike you, he seemed fine.

Too fine.

Always quiet, lying on the same bunk, with that empty stare.

And it was always on you.

Since you’d run into him in the courtyard after the first game, you hadn’t been able to breathe properly.

Hiding in the furthest corners, avoiding eye contact, switching bunks every night.

But it didn’t matter.

He always found you.

You felt it.

---

That night, before the next game, the dorm was restless.

Whispers everywhere.

Everyone felt something bad coming.

You were curled up in one of the farthest bunk corners, staring at your hands, trying to make yourself invisible.

And then you heard it.

— “You’ve had that look since yesterday.”

Myung-gi, Player 333, hanging his head from the top bunk to look at you.

You didn’t answer.

— “Relax. Can’t get worse than this.”

You let out a dry, bitter laugh.

He dropped down to the lower bunk beside you.

— “So? You leave anyone out there?”

— “No.”

— “Liar. Everyone left someone.”

Silence.

You stayed quiet.

Myung-gi grinned sideways.

— “I left someone. One of those fucked up loves too.”

— “Good for you.”

— “Was starting to think I was the only dumbass loving the wrong person.”

You were about to snap back when you felt it.

That stare.

Again.

You lifted your eyes and there he was.

Nam-Gyu, on a corner bunk, staring at you the same way only he could.

Your throat tightened.

Myung-gi noticed.

— “Ah… it’s ‘cause of him.”

You didn’t reply.

— “You two knew each other before, huh?”

— “Shut up.”

Myung-gi chuckled and moved away.

Nam-Gyu didn’t.

---

The announcement came right after.

That soulless, metallic voice filling the dorm.

“Players, prepare for the next game. Proceed in single file to the instructions hall.”

The shuffling of bodies, footsteps on concrete, everyone lining up.

You kept your head down, trying to disappear in the crowd.

But you knew.

You felt his eyes burning into your back.

Always.

---

In the instructions hall, all players in line, the screen lit up.

Hide and Seek.

Two teams.

Blue and Red.

One hunts. One runs.

Knives and keys scattered on the floor of the arena.

The game runs until one side remains.

Your stomach dropped.

Your number flashed blue.

Across the room, you saw his chest glow red.

Fuck.

The air tightened.

You looked around in panic.

— “Someone switch with me! Please!”

— “Piss off.”

— “Please, I’ll do anything—”

— “Not a chance.”

No one wanted it.

You could feel his eyes again.

Even before the game started, he knew what you were about to do.

---

From his corner, Nam-Gyu watched you begging.

Your trembling hands.

The sheer fear on your face.

And something in him twisted.

Or whatever was left.

Myung-gi approached him.

— “You gonna go after her?”

— “I’m not laying a hand on her.”

— “And if someone else does?”

Nam-Gyu clenched his fists.

— “Then they die first.”

Myung-gi gave him a crooked grin.

— “You’re still that fucked up over her.”

— “Always was.”

---

The signal blared.

Everyone moved through the doors into the arena.

A wide, open space.

Concrete floor, clean walls.

Knives and keys scattered everywhere.

You backed up against the nearest wall, pulse hammering in your throat.

People running, screaming.

Bodies hitting the floor.

Blood already marking the pale concrete.

Every footstep echoed.

Until a player came for you.

Sweaty face, knife in hand.

Eyes desperate for a point.

You stepped back.

He lunged.

And the moment the blade swung, a figure crossed your vision.

Nam-Gyu.

The punch was brutal.

The man collapsed.

Nam-Gyu finished him off with a knife grabbed from the ground.

Blood splattered the concrete.

You froze, wide-eyed, heart pounding.

Nam-Gyu raised his gaze to you.

Chest heaving. Hands smeared in blood.

And he said, low, only for you to hear.

— “Told you I’d always protect you.”

---

His voice barely made it out through the thick air, chest heaving, face sweaty, his hand still slick with the blood of the guy he’d just dropped.

You could feel your whole body trembling. Didn’t know if it was fear, shock, or your heart beating so fast it physically hurt.

And for a second, right there in that filthy arena, you just looked at him.

At the same man who ruined your life — and had just saved it.

The game wasn’t over.

Screams still echoed. Knives hitting the floor. Footsteps running.

But you couldn’t move.

He spoke again.

— “Stay with me.”

It wasn’t a command. Or a plea. It was just… almost a whisper.

You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

Then another player came at you from behind. And before you could react, Nam-Gyu was already moving.

Dropped the guy with a kick to the chest. A key stabbed clean into his throat.

You gasped.

— “Fucking hell, Nam-Gyu!”

— “I told you no one was touching you.”

He grabbed a knife off the floor, eyes locked on the remaining players, gesturing with his head.

— “Come on. Stay behind me.”

And against everything logical, you did.

For the rest of that nightmare of a game, he kept people away from you.

Whoever tried, went down.

At some point, Myung-gi appeared, blood on his lip and laughing like a psycho.

— “If it wasn’t so pathetic, it’d almost be romantic.”

Nam-Gyu didn’t even answer.

When the final buzzer sounded and the metallic voice announced the end of the match, the few survivors staggered back to the dorm.

Some limping. Some carried. Some numb.

You moved on autopilot.

Hands sticky, legs shaking, head pounding.

When you passed through the door, you felt the thick, suffocating heat of the dorm again.

The weight of everyone’s breathing.

The smell of iron.

You tried to disappear into a corner.

To an empty bunk.

But he followed.

Nam-Gyu stopped a couple steps away.

You turned to him.

— “What do you want?”

— “To talk.”

— “We’ve got nothing to talk about.”

Your voice cracked.

He ran a hand through his hair, nervous, something you’d never seen before.

That Nam-Gyu never showed anything.

Cold. Sharp.

Now, he just looked tired.

— “I know I fucked everything up.”

You stayed quiet.

— “If I could take it back… if I could undo what I did to you, I would.”

You bit your lip.

— “You ruined my life, Nam-Gyu.”

He closed his eyes. Chest rising slowly.

— “I know. And I’ll never… never forgive myself for it.”

You sat down on the edge of the bunk, burying your face in your hands.

— “Why are you doing this now? Why did you risk yourself for me today?”

He knelt in front of you, right at eye level.

— “Because even after everything… I still fucking love you.”

The words came low. Broken.

— “Even after losing you. After dragging you to hell with me. I still fucking love you, ____.”

You felt your eyes burn.

Your throat closing tight.

And before you could stop it, the tears were already falling.

Nam-Gyu hesitated. Then reached out, slowly.

— “Let me take care of you. Just tonight. Just now.”

You closed your eyes.

For a second.

And rested your forehead against his.

— “I hate you, Nam-Gyu.”

— “Me too.”

A tired, crooked smile.

And then he kissed you.

It was rough, messy, tasted like blood and salt.

But it was real.

You grabbed his shirt. He pulled you closer.

The entire dorm pretending not to notice.

Until Myung-gi’s loud voice cut through from his corner.

— “Finally, fuck. This circus was missing one last act.”

Nam-Gyu flipped him off without pulling away from you.

And for a moment — just that moment — you forgot where you were.

Forgot the debt, the blood, the hate.

It was just him.

You.

And the silent promise that as long as he was breathing, no one would lay a hand on you.

---

THE END.

[nebulaeternal]

「 ✦ One More Time ✦ 」

―୨୧⋆ ˚GENRE/WARNING: porn w/no plot, f!xm, evol use, absolute fucking brainrot, praise, overstim, squirting, pre-release Caleb

―୨୧⋆ ˚SUMMARY: There is no summary, Caleb is just tryna see how many times he can make you cum before he does.

―୨୧⋆ ˚WORD COUNT: 0.6K

―୨୧⋆ ˚A/N: Hi yeah so...This man has not left my brain since his trailer dropped and the brainworm is getting worse, exponentially worse. This is written prerelease so don’t take it to heart or anything, so enjoy this short fic that is pure brainrot. Please get him out of my head-

―୨୧⋆ ˚LINKS: AO3 Ver. , Twitter, Taglist Sign-up

―୨୧⋆ ˚TAGLIST: @voidsylus, @noone-png

You lay there, lip caught between your teeth, stifled moans as Caleb’s dog tags dangled in your face, the cool metal serving as a contrast to your hot skin.

The bed below you creaked in protest as he drove deeper, the girth of his cock stretching you out in ways you couldn’t imagine. Your eyes screw shut, too overwhelmed by the sensation.

Caleb swung his dog tags onto his back, moving them from your field of view, the loss of contact made you whine and peek out at the man above you.  

He had already wrung out three orgasms from you, relishing how your body trembled beneath him as he tried to pull out a fourth. “Caleb please~” You whined out, your body jerking in protest, all an attempt to escape his clutches.

His evol weighed on you, pinning your hips down with an unmovable force while he continued to plow into you mercilessly. Your wrists pinned above your head, each thrust sliding his dog tags off his back and slowly towards your face once more.

Your body was writhing and fighting back the impending orgasm, the cool metal hitting your skin once more as you arched into him. “Such a needy little thing you are.” He cooed, seeing how desperate you were for release.

“Caleb—too mu—ah!~” Your orgasm hit you like a truck, body twitching and spazzing while he worked you through it, desperate calls of his name falling from your lips like a mantra as he continued to fuck into you. 

“That’s my good fucking girl.” He hisses, feeling you clamp down on him. His pace begins to slow down, drawing out your climax till he comes to a complete halt and pulls out of you. You whine feeling yourself now empty.

But he wasn’t done with you. He flips you over, lifts your hips up against his cock, and slides easily between your folds that are still slick from the last release. The moan that left your lips was almost inaudible with how high pitched it was.

“God you feel so good, princess.” He then proceeded to grab your wrists, crossing them behind your shoulder blades, and pushing your upper body down into the mattress. 

Hiking one of his legs up, he plants his foot firmly into the mattress, using that as leverage to fuck deeper into you. “Look so good taking my cock like that—you can give me one more, yeah?“ he grunts out, thrusting into you with no abandon. 

“No more!” You moaned loudly, you knew your safe word yet you refused to use it, too addicted to the feeling of his cock plunging in and out of you.

“You know what to say to make me stop.” His response was only met with more moans, not a single attempt to speak. “That’s what I thought.” The sound of skin slapping filled the air as you both began to approach your highs. 

“Fuck, princess—“ you clamped down on him, shoving your face further into the mattress as you came, an immense pressure bursting from within you. Caleb groaned at the way you squirt on his cock, each thrust making you gush around him.

He wasn’t too far behind, the obscene noises emitting from your bodies spurring him on further. You were already fucked beyond stupid, taking what he gave you as he chased his high.

“Princess I’m—“ his hips stutter, slamming into you one final time as he painted your walls white. Caleb hadn’t cum that hard before, each thrust of his hips only had him spilling more of his cum into you.

When he finally pulled out, you were left a mess. His cum dribbled out of your hole and ran along your slit till it spilled out onto the mattress. Through pants and heavy breathing, he spoke. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

[axetivev]

~ Summary: Today is Bruce's birthday! Of course the birthday boy deserves a rest after serving Gotham. Especially a service from his beloved husband.

~ Warnings: SMUT! Minors DNI!!, Husband!Reader, Slight Fluff, riding, Top!Bruce, Bottom!Reader.

~ Words: 385

~ A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR OUR OLD ASS VIGILANT! For my country's timeline, it's kinda late... but who gives a flip am I right? I hope everyone—B fans or just anyone enjoys this drabble!!

~ Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Male!reader

“B–Bruce… ah! Fuck!”

“Mhm, that’s me. M/N.”

Bruce was always a busy man. But when his birthday rolls in, you woke up early just to help Alfred breakfast in bed. The way Bruce’s face lit up seeing you wearing a red apron with the writing “Kiss the chef" and Alfred holding a birthday cake while the kids jumped, saying a big “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

He practically didn’t left a finger, everyone was helping Bruce with everything. The girls helping Bruce with cleaning manor, the boys with patrol, Alfred with cooking, and most importantly—his husband who was in charge to kept everything together. No fights in a day. The only thing Bruce had to do on his birthday was only relax. But there is something he had to do.

It’s not really what he had, but he needs. Since patrol was took over by the kids, Bruce was left in the Manor. Bored with nothing to do, Alfred was on his usual spot, reading endless amount of books. You? You were in your shared bed. Cleaning anything messy, this was a mistake.

And with that, here’s your current position; you were on top of him, his cock were balls deep inside of you as you slowly bouncing on top of Bruce. Even by that, you still able to moan so loudly. You felt your chest felt heavy after your climax you eventually lost count. Your hole was full, so full. Yet, you were still keep going, even after Bruce gave you a concerned look.

“M/N, seriously… we can stop now if you were tired, it’s fine. Really.” Bruce groaned, his hand held your waist, while the other held your hand, slowly tightened the moment his cock filled your hole.

“N–no… I’m fine, please—mgh—fuuFuck!” You paused for a moment as you felt a wave of climax crash into you as you cum on Bruce’s abdomen. You knew you should stop. But you couldn’t, Bruce was addicting, your hand tightened around his as you slowly continue.

Bruce admire it. The very view he saw. His hand gently caressing your knuckles, as the moonlight shined your rings with glory. Bruce smiled seeing your very body. He would usually saw birthdays as nothing special. But this? He loves it. He loved everything he experienced on this very day.

[valleydolli]

Only You | Chapter Seven

CW 𝜗𝜚 MDNI, Stalking, Obsessiveness, Controlling Behaviour, Love Bombing, Murder, Fluff, Kidnapping, Smut, Toxic Sukuna, Yandere Sukuna? Readers a sweetie, (Touch her you die… like actually…)

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𝜗𝜚 Chapter Six | Chapter Eight

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You were up all night once you got back.

Sukuna spent hours talking your ears off about you moving in, how you’d decorate the place to fit your standard. Anything and everything was discussed. Was it a mistake agreeing to move in with him? Or was it actually good for you? 

The way he behaved when he saw you with Satoru was unsettling. That's something you don’t ever want to witness again.  So it’s better for you to just…

Take it.

Sukuna wasn’t lying when he said he’ll start moving you in the next day. As soon as he woke up, he asked you to give him your landlord's number, even hiring a moving truck. 

He was serious. 

You told your parents, and to no surprise, they were wary. Yes, they were friends with his parents, but they didn’t know him. But once Sukuna spoke with them, charming the pair with his personality, they were happier than ever to let you move in with him. But then again, even if they said “No,” that wouldn’t stop him. 

It took a couple of days to get all your belongings to his place. You even ran into Satoru while lugging a suitcase of your clothes out. Luckily for him, your guard dog was downstairs loading boxes in the truck. It wasn’t the interaction you hoped for, but you expected it. He asked you if he was the reason you were moving away. You told him Sukuna thinks it’s for the best.

He scoffed at that.

“Y/N, I really hope you open your eyes sooner rather than later. He’s taking advantage of you. You’re a gullible, impressionable girl. Whether you want to admit it or not you craves any and every bit of attention you can get. And he gets off on that. I know guys like him.”

His words hurt.

Truly.

But he didn’t deliver them in a spiteful way.

He seemed genuinely worried. 

You don’t get it. What are people seeing that you aren't?

“Thank you. I— I’ll miss you, Satoru.”

His eyes soften, biting the skin on his lip. 

“I’ll miss you, too.”

—

Sukuna spent the whole day giving you a tour of your new home. Once you’re nearing his office, your eyes lock onto a lone door down the corridor. Hmm, you’ve never paid attention to before.

“What‘s in here—.” Your hand threatens to touch the handle.

“No!” Your boyfriend yells, startling you. He storms down the hallway, pulling you away. “Don’t be a nosy brat. Off limits. Got it?” His hand is still gripping your arm.

Your heart pounds out of your chest as he waits for a response.

“Huh?”

“Mhm, yeah, I got it.”

He lets out a deep sigh, dropping your hand, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry for scaring you. Just don’t go in here, okay?”

“I promise I won’t go in here.”

The tour continued just fine, but you couldn’t stop thinking about that room. What’s so bad about you going in there? Maybe his man cave or something.

“We can make our room more like you. Add some lighter colours. I know it’s pretty dull here, but now you’re here, we’ll decorate it together, yeah?” He’s beaming, really. He’s felt high since you stepped inside. Handing you your specially cut house key with a cluster of key chains, he knew you’d love. “I have a spare room you can use too, and I can make it a room for you to do all your artwork and stuff!” 

You go to thank him, but he cuts you off before the words can escape your mouth.

“We should go out tonight, celebrate you moving in. We’ll go to that restaurant that serves the lasagna you love.”

You softly smile, nodding your head. He’s excited. You can appreciate that. “Yeah, that sounds good, Kuna.”

His large hands cup your face as he kisses you roughly, yet so passionately. His tongue fights its way into your mouth, causing you to moan. His kisses are addicting, enchanting even.

The moment his lips land on yours, he owns you. 

Your mind

Your body

Your soul. 

All for him. 

“Do you think you’re ready for me, angel?” He asks, intensely scanning your face for any sort of reaction. 

You don’t have one. 

You just pull him in for a kiss. 

What’s the point in waiting? You’re his girlfriend, and not only that, he’s moved you into his place. He’s not going to use you like those other assholes. 

He wants you for you. 

“I’m ready.”

He lays you flat on the sheets, removing any and every article of clothing from you. Kissing every inch of your body, from the tips of your toes to the corners of your eyes. 

Nothing was left untouched. 

Your body is sacred. 

It should be worshiped by him.

Your back arches off the bed when the tips of his fingers brush against your clit, gently stroking your folds. As his fingers slip into your tight cunt, not only do you moan, but he moans with you. Maybe even louder than you. He places your leg onto his shoulder, licking and kissing it as he scrambles to pull out his length, using your wetness as a lube for his aching hard on. Stroking it vigorously as he pulses his fingers in and out of you. 

It isn’t rare for him to act this way when you’re intimate with one another. He loses all composure once he feels you, once he sees you like this. So weak and vulnerable. That’s exactly how he wants to see you. A delicate little flower begging him for anything and everything from him. Needing and wanting him only. 

His fingers move in a “come here” motion, making a wet squelching sound. Your hands grip onto his wrist, pathetically trying to pull him away from you, only prompting him to quicken his pace. Loudening the squelching sound coming from you. Little sprinklets of squirt landed on Sukuna’s strong arm, causing it to sparkle slightly.

 “Mmphh! It’s too mu— fuuck.” 

You bite down on your bottom lip, squealing inside your mouth. Sukuna notices you trying to keep quiet, but he wants you to scream. He wants you to be loud. He wants you to let everyone know who’s making you feel this way. 

“No, no, no, don't do that.” He pries your mouth open, placing two fingers on each side of your molars, holding it open. 

Drool slips from your lips and down the two fingers of his that reside in your mouth as the fingers that are pumping in and out of your cunt are coated with creamy slick.

He looks down, admiring the sight in front of him. “Oh, angel, you wanna cum for me, don’t you?”

“Aahh, uh huh—.” 

Suddenly, Sukuna’s thick fingers are no longer pleasuring you; they’re moving towards his desperate mouth. He rubs his wet fingers across his lips, as if he’s applying a balm.

You whine at his actions.

You watch as he sucks on each finger, one, by one. Moaning at the taste of your sweet nectar on his fingers.

Savouring each second.

“You can’t cum yet. No. Need— need you to cum on my cock.”

He throws his clothes off, hopping on one leg, trying to get his bottoms off. 

Leaning over you, he hooks your legs in between his arms, practically lying on top of you. Your breasts flush against his wide chest. 

You’re trapped. 

He’s not letting you go.

The moment he slid his tip into you, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His mouth was agape, threatening to let out the raunchiest moan. 

“Oh God,” he cries out. He’s dreamed of this since the moment he set eyes on you. Sukuna is far from disappointed. 

“You’re so ti-ght.”

Your pussy pulsating continuously around the few inches of his tip he’s managed to fit inside of you. 

He’s so big— No. 

Too big. 

Freakishly. 

“You won’t fit Kuna,” you sniffle. His eyes snap towards your cunt and back at you. 

His brows furrowed.

Yeah no. 

No way he “won’t fit.”

He stretches your legs even further while rubbing circles around your sensitive bud. He goes out slowly, then back in again even slower. Easing his way inside of you. “It’s gonna fit.”

Just his tip is enough to make you feel dizzy. 

“Almost in, just… a little bit more—.” 

He smiles. 

He smiles to himself like a psychopath. 

Heaven. 

He’s in Heaven. 

The way your walls welcomed him in. Tightly and warmly hugging his cock. 

Welcoming him home. 

He would go to war for this. 

“Please move, please.” You whimper. 

Hearing you beg like that… makes him want to fuck you like a whore. Pound into you as you beg him to slow down, but he wouldn’t. There’s no way he could if he… fucked you like that…

His hands are in fists, imprinting into the sheets as he does exactly what he was imagining. Fucking you like a whore. Vigorously pounding into you. His heavy balls slapping against your ass.

“Is this what you want?” He pants onto your lips. Your nails are gripping his biceps, leaving red moon shaped scars.

“Slow down—.”

“That’s it. Just like that.”

Your eyes begin to flutter shut as your back rises away from the surface of the bed. 

“No, look at me, angel. What the fuck else should you be looking at?” He groans. “Need you to look at me, angel. Look. At. Me.”

You focus your eyes on him, you sob out a “sorry.”

His tongue slips into your agar mouth, exploring every inch, every crevice.

He moans desperately as he ruts into you deeply. His swollen tip is knocking at your cervix, that’s begging to be filled to the brim. 

“You watch me when I fuck you. You got that?” His fingers pressing your cheeks together, pursing your lips. “Speak.” He spits. 

“Yes, sir.” You pathetically try to say. 

Sukuna lets out a small chuckle, happy at your obedience. 

“I own you now, you got that?” He pants, feeling himself get closer and closer to his release. “Repeat it. Go on.”

You let out a choked sob, “You own me, Sukuna.”

“You’re never leaving me. I’m never letting you go. You understand?”

“I do, I— I understand.”

One hand slithers its way up to your neck, tightly gripping the sides. While the other large hand presses against your lower stomach. 

“You feel me? Right here.” 

You whisper out, “Yes, sir.” His thrusts quicken, his grunts loudened. Chasing the high he’s been craving so desperately for the past 4 months. Your cervix sucking on the tip of his length, over and over and over. 

“I’m cumming Kuna. Puh-lease,” you sob. “Please, lemme cu—.”  The grip he has on your neck tightens, he ruts into you erratically, his pubic hairs rubbing against your clit. You’re pawing at his arms, for him to give you air, but he’s too into his release, loading your womb with his thick cum, maybe getting you pregnant. 

Yeah, his angel. 

The mother of his children. 

His twin girls. 

“You’re not on the pill, are you?” He questions, watching your eyes fail to focus on him. He knows you’re not. You think it’s unfair that women have to go through all these contraceptive methods. So you use condoms, only that. But he didn’t put one on. 

Purposefully. 

Your jaw falls, letting out a silent scream as you squirt all over Sukuna’s torso. His hips stutter. Heaps of his seed drooling into you. The grip he has on your neck loosens as he falls on top of your weak body. You’re coughing and panting for air, when you feel droplets trickling down your neck. 

Is he crying?

”What’s wrong?” You struggle to ask.

“I own you,” he mumbles softly. 

“You what, Sukuna?”

His hands cup your face, bringing you closer to his. 

“I own you now.”

—

He continued to fuck you for hours, begging and pleading you for more. Biting and bruising your whole body. Loading you up with his cum to the point your stomach bulged slightly. You’re not going to be able to go outside for a while. Once you were out cold, he made his way downstairs and down the hall to the lone door. 

You can never come in here.

He’s going to have to get a lock installed.

As he walks through the doors, he’s faced with monitors of cameras that are now around his apartment instead of yours. A chalkboard with your friends' addresses. Your main hangouts. Your university and work schedule.

Everything you can think of, he had in this room. Even down to your used tampons and panties.

Disgusting, yes, but he couldn’t give a shit. He needs to have these little souvenirs of you. It makes him happy.

God forbid a guy has any hobbies. 

“Sukuna?”

Shit.

He quickly turns off the monitors, rushing to shut the door to find you stumbling, rubbing your eyes, looking for him.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurting?” He asks as he makes his way towards you. He scoops you up into his arms, carrying you back upstairs. 

You snuggle into his neck and mumble to him, “Don’t leave me alone, please.” 

“I’m sorry, angel. I had to check on some things. Won’t leave you again.”

He sits you down on the kitchen counter, feeding you two sleeping tablets. They quickly took effect, taking you into a deep slumber.

Once he lays you back down in bed, he begins to stare at your weak form. 

Damn… He really did a number on you.

He runs his fingers along your body, admiring the bite marks and bruises he left on you. He pulls out his phone, snapping pictures of his masterpiece. This is quite literally artwork to him. This should be in a museum. You should be in a museum. He wishes he knew how to make sculptures, just so he could spend hours making millions of statues of you. 

It shouldn’t be, but fuck, his dick is rock hard right now. He looms over you, rubbing at his crotch while you take deep sighs. It’s just like the first time you slept over, but now you live here, you’re dating, you’ll be married soon. 

Hmm…

He should buy a ring, right?

He’ll go look around when you start work again.

Work.

He doesn’t want you to work anymore. You don’t need to. Not only is he and his family rich, but so is yours. What the fuck is the reasoning behind you working. You deserve to lounge around with a charcuterie board, waiting for him to come home. Getting your nails done, going shopping. That’s what you should be doing, not working with snotty little brats three times a week.

Yuji included. 

He jumps into bed, pulling you on top of him, snuggling his nose into your hair. His life is perfect right now. Nothing and no one can take this away from him. 

—

The summer holidays have ended, meaning it’s time for you to get back to work. You’ve missed going to work. You missed your colleagues, the kids, the bus ride to work. However, Sukuna is insisting on driving you there now. 

“You’re a pretty, ditsy girl; someone is bound to take advantage of you. Not happening. I can take you to work before I go.” 

You didn’t argue with him; there was no point. If Sukuna says you shouldn’t do something, you listen. What he says goes. You believe he’s always right anyway, so what’s the point in bickering? 

You convinced him to at least pick up Yuji on the way, too. Though he was very much so against that idea, he still gave in eventually. 

“I need to book an appointment with my doctor, Kuna.”

He scans your body, wondering what could be wrong with you. You seem fine, so what’s the issue? 

“Why? What’s wrong with you? You look fine to me.”

“I am fine. I just think I should be on the pill for now. I do hate those things, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to get pregnant right now, don't you think? And you clearly have no desire in using condoms,” you laugh, waiting for him to laugh with you, but he doesn’t. 

He’s mad at you. You absolutely despise when he’s mad at you. He looks evil. You don’t want to say that about the man you love, but he genuinely looks evil when he’s mad.

Your throat begins to close as you panic within yourself. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You softly mumble. 

He looks at you like you’re the stupidest person he’s ever met. 

“So, you think I’m forcing you to do this? You don’t need to be on the pill. I told you I’ll pull out. Do you think I’m filthy? I don’t sleep around like you.” 

“What? Why— I never slept around, Sukuna, you know that.” You’re still quiet. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think that would make you upset.”

“Oh, really? How many times have I told you no, and you keep pushing it? Were you gonna go behind my back?”

“What? No. I–.”

“I thought you promised me you’d tell me everything. Have I done something wrong?”

“No, nothing, you’ve done nothing. I won’t do it. I’m sorry. You asked me not to, and I-I was still pestering you about it. You’ve done nothing, Kuna.” You grab his hand, kissing its back, when Yuji opens the car door and greets the two of you. 

“Miss Flutter, why are you crying?” The young boy asks. 

You didn’t even realise you were until he mentioned it. You quickly wipe away the wetness from your cheeks, telling the boy it was nothing. Happy tears, because you’re glad to see him. Yuji's cheeks go bright red, while he giggles to himself. 

Once you make it to your workplace, he drops the two of you off at the front door as if he’s your dad dropping you off on your very first day of school, sloppily kissing your lips in front of your co-workers. He’s marking himself on you. He has something to prove, but there’s no reason for it. You’re his, you’ve made that very clear to him, but he’s still so… paranoid?

Insecure?

Both?

“Don’t be late when I come get you, alright?”

“Mhm, yeah. 3 o’clock sharp.” You promise him. “Oh, umm, I was hoping to see Himi later today. Could she come over? Or I can just go to her p–.”

“No, she can come over.” He doesn’t want you out of his sight. Works a stretch, but he’ll figure out a way for you to quit. You said you want to stay for another year. Hell no, are you doing that. Give him a month or two and you’ll be handing in your resignation.

Without a doubt.

“I’ll keep out of your way, I know you’ll want to have your little… girl talks.” He says in a flat tone. “I’ll stay in my office or something, leave you alone.”

“No, you can hang out with us. I want you two to get along, Sukuna, really. She’ll be my maid of honour at our wedding. The Godmother of our kids.” You blush slightly, unable to look your boyfriend in the eyes. Thinking about the first time you made love with him. It felt so magical, but it also felt like he hated you. And you loved it.

Yuji interrupts your daydream, “Miss Flutter, c’mon, everyone’s waiting for you.” 

Cutie.                                                                                                        Brat.

–

“3 o’clock sharp.” You said, yet you and Yuji are 6 minutes and 27 seconds late… And counting. Another thing you should work on. Your concept of time. He’ll even work on it with you.

Five more minutes go by, and you’re finally walking out with Yuji and– Megumi? Oh, great. Two snotty nosed brats, riding in his car for half an hour. 

“I’m sorry, Toji called saying he couldn’t get Megumi, so he’s gonna stay at Jin’s for a bit.” Yuji quickly chimes in, “I wanna go to your house, Suku.” 

Sukuna grimaces. Hell no. Himiko, plus two toddlers? 

Not happening.

“No.”

“Oh, Kuna, only for a little while. He said he won’t be long, ask him.”

“I know him, he can’t even read a 24 hour clock.”

You chuckle at his statement, playfully shoving his shoulder. “I’ll take care of them until he gets here. I’ll make sure they don’t bother you one bit while you work. Himiko, too, but you have to say hello, please.” You flutter your lashes, 

“Fine,” he says. “But you’ll make it up to me later.”

“Do I have a choice? You’re obsessed with me.” You lean into your seat, eyeing him up as he does the same. 

“You’re damn right I’m obsessed with you.”

If only you knew the extent of his obsession. You’d run the other way. 

If you saw the pictures, the cameras, the panties.

The room down the hall.

The two people he killed for you?

You would hate him.

You stayed in the living room with the kids while Sukuna finished some work before your… friend arrived. You were right, you were all quiet for the most part, but one kiss from you and he shut his ass up hiding back in his office. He came out once Toji arrived, greeting his friend acquaintance. 

“Can’t believe you got her to move in so soon,” he hushily says, dapping up Sukuna. “Gotta teach me your ways.”

Sukuna eyes Toji, telling him, “It’s all down to the girl, I didn’t force her, she just obeys. She’s a good girl, obedient.”

“Making her sound like a dog dude.”

“Shut up.”

He hears your feet running up to him and Toji. “Sukuna, she’s coming up. Are you gonna be nice?”

“Yeah, what’d I tell you?”

“I know, I know. You should let her in.”

Sukuna’s eyes twitch. 

He stares at you, and you stare back. 

“…”

Oh, you’re being serious, okay. 

He walks towards the front door as Himiko continues to knock on it. He hesitates to open it, messing with the door handle and pouting at you. 

You stand up from where you’re sitting, furrowing your brow at your boyfriend. “Sukuna, open the door.” You say, crossing your arms. 

He sighs, hopefully loud enough for Himiko to hear, and he slowly opens the door, but Himiko slams it, thinking you’re on the other side, almost jumping into his arms. 

“Oh… hi.” She says, toning down her excitement. 

“Hi.”

The two of them turn to you as if they need you to tell them what to do next. You say nothing, slowly blinking.

Himiko lets out a dramatic sigh. “You have a nice place, Sukuna; it suits you.” She walks around, judging every detail in his penthouse in her head. Once she gets to you, she whispers in your ear, “You should change up the place.”

“Don’t worry, he said I could.”

“Can I come?”

“Will you and Sukuna play nice?”

“...”

“Okay! This is Toji, Himiko, and this is his son Megumi, and this is Yuji, Sukuna’s nephew.”

She says her hellos before wanting to take you away so she can have you to herself. As per usual. Sukuna doesn’t like sharing you, and Himiko doesn’t. Honestly, if they spoke to one another, they’d get along well. 

“Can I steal her for a bit?”

No.

“Go ahead,” he condescendingly smiles. 

Once you and Himiko disappear, Toji speaks up about the awkwardness between Sukuna and Himiko.

“What’s your deal with her?”

“She’s in love with her. Like actually in love with her. Am I supposed to be okay with that? And somehow my girlfriend can’t put two and two together and figure it out.”

“Maybe she knows, but she doesn’t care,” Toji adds.

“No, she doesn’t know. Her awareness is terrible. I’m surprised she’s survived this long without me around.”

Toji laughs at that.

“What’s funny?” Sukuna's face turns into a scowl.

“You think you’re her protector or somethin’? Her knight in shining armour?”

Sukuna stays silent. Clearly, he doesn’t get it. He hasn’t been in love for eons. So, he has no right to judge his relationship with you.

“Whatever,” he mumbles. 

You run upstairs like little girls at a sleepover, giggling to yourselves excitedly.

“I miss your old place,” Himiko tells you, jumping face first into your bed.

You copy her actions, lying next to her face to face.

“Me too, but I love being with Sukuna 24/7.” You smile to yourself a little. Happy with how life has been going for you right now. But she looks… not mad or sad… concerned?

“What’s wrong?” you ask, pushing hair out of her face.

“Nothing, I— I’m just worried about you.” 

“There’s no need, Himi, he’s taking care of me, I promise.”

Himiko's hand ends up on your cheek, caressing it gently; she continues to caress it while scanning your face. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N… He doesn’t deserve all this.” 

You roll your eyes, but smile. There she is. 

“Oh, yeah? Who does, you?” You jokingly say. 

She wants to say yes, God, she wants to. But you’ll either freak out or laugh at her. So, she keeps quiet. Just like she has been for the years she’s known you. “Are you cooking dinner?”

“No, Sukuna is! He’s a really good cook, trust me, you’ll love it. Maybe then you’ll like him.” You tease, as you drag her back to everyone else.

Once you make it downstairs, you realise it’s just Sukuna sitting alone watching TV. Everyone’s gone.

“Oh, Kuna, I thought everyone would stay for dinner. We weren’t away for that long, were we?”

Sukuna leans back to look at you with Himiko’s hand in yours. He looks disgusted, but luckily, he always looks like that, so there’s no telling how he’s feeling.

“You were gone for like two hours,” he tells you. “Are you hungry?” 

“Mhm, I’m starving. Himiko’s excited to try your food.”

Himiko looks at you with wide eyes, shoving her elbow into your arm. You do the same back, as if you're speaking in code. 

“I-yeah, I’m excited to try. Maybe I can… learn from you.” Both their eyes immediately squint at one another, challenging to see who can fake being friendlier. 

All for your sake.

…

He cooked.

She didn’t learn shit. 

She stood idly by, watching the two of you be lovey dovey in her face. 

Made her sick. 

And Sukuna most definitely made sure to be extra loud when kissing you. Making a loud smacking noise after every kiss. Smacking your ass everytime you walked past him. “Whispering” provocative things in your ear.

Yeah.

Let’s just say dinner was extremely awkward for her. She was expeditiously quick to leave afterwards.

As soon as Himiko’s foot stepped out the door, Sukuna was on you.

“Did you forget?”

You tilt your head like a confused puppy, “Forget what?” 

Goldfish.

He drags you to your shared room, pinning you to the wall.

“I told you you’ll owe me later, didn’t I?” His large hand grabs your face.

Oh, right. 

In the car this morning.

You nod your head, waiting for him to speak again, not wanting to cut him off. 

“Get on your knees.” 

You immediately drop down to the floor, waiting for your next command. He doesn’t say anything yet, he’s just admiring you. Caressing your cheeks, your lips. Everything. 

“You’re so beautiful.”

Your mouth drops, ready to speak, but his thick fingers slip into your mouth. 

“Suck.”

You oblige. 

You wrap your lips around his fingers, wetting them generously. 

He pushes them deeper, further back, causing you to gag and moan. His tongue peaks out slightly, wetting his lips as he continues to admire you. 

“Touch yourself.”

You. Oblige. 

Pushing your fingers into your panties, while he’s slowly fucking your mouth with his fingers. 

“Yeahhh, just like that, baby.” Tears slowly seep from your eyes, and he lets out a small airy laugh, taking his fingers out from your mouth, rubbing the wetness along your lips. 

“Keep touching yourself, don’t stop.” Your fingers easily slip into your wet pussy, “Mmmm,” your breathing is heavy, as you pump your fingers in and out, but it’s not enough. “Please, ‘wan your fingers, Kuna,” you beg. 

“You need me, baby?” 

“Mhm, yes, please, please, I need you.” You stutter. 

Exactly what he wants to hear. 

Exactly what you’re supposed to say. 

Exactly how you’re supposed to act. 

Obedient. 

“You need to make me feel good too, no? Do I not deserve to feel good?”

“You do,” you say, with a sparkle in your eyes.

His thumb messes with your bottom lip, “Open. Wide. Say ahh,“ he orders you. 

You follow his actions, making an ‘ahh’ noise, dropping your jaw. He taps the tip of his cock on your tongue, letting the precum trickle down onto your buds. He tastes sweet, you think to yourself, before he shoves his incredibly long length down your throat. 

He has both his hands placed on the side of your head as he fucks your throat raw. Your nails claw at his thighs, while the sound of your gagging echoes through the room. The more noise you make, the faster he fucks your thorat. 

“Come on baby, you can— fuck. You can take it. You’re my good girl.”

He drags you closer to the bed, sitting down grabbing the back of your head forcefully pushing his cock further down. 

“Breathe through your nose, angel, calm down.” He doesn’t let you up, still holding you in place. “Relax your throat.”

Breathe through your nose. 

Breathe through your nose. 

Just breathe.

“That’s it, oohh, you’re so good to me. Lemme use you. Let me use your throat.”

He picks you up, placing you on the bed, with your head dangling on the edge. You’re like a rag doll to him. He just wants to pick you up and throw you around. He doesn’t need to tell you to open your mouth; you just lock eyes with your boyfriend, hanging your tongue out of your mouth. 

“Tap my thigh if it’s too much, alright?

“Uh huh.”

He slowly pushes himself into your mouth, feeling the bulge residing in your throat. He leans over you, holding onto your ass. Almost instanly, his mouth is wrapped around your pussy. While he fucks into your throat, rougher than before. You’re both moaning and groaning on your groins, making the pleasure even more intense. You’re clawing at his thighs while he’s crying into your pussy. Your legs wrap around his neck, making it easier for you to grind on his tongue, but you also made it easier for him to shove his fat tongue deep inside of you.

Your nails dug deeper and deeper and deeper into him, causing blood to slide down his legs. You want to tell him you’re cumming, but you can’t.

Obviously.

But he can feel it.

All of it on his tongue.

The way you're pulsating around him, he knows. And God is he excited for it.

He wants to say something to you, but he doesn’t want to disrupt your high. You’re both on the same path, he’s going to cum with you, but you’re only a few seconds ahead, arching your back into him. He wrap his whole mouth over your pussy taking everything.

Not a drop missed. 

How could he?

He pulls himself out of you, quickly jerking his cock finishing all over your face.

How beautiful are you?

A masterpiece.

“Can I take a picture?” He asks you, heavily breathing, attempting to catch his breath. 

You go to say yes, but you can’t. 

He fucked your throat raw.

“Mhm,” you croakily let out.

“I’ll get you some tea. I got carried away.”

“It's okay,” you whisper. You go to get up, but he tells you to stay like that for the picture. 

“Pose for me a lil, yeah?”

He spends 30 minutes snapping photos of you in your current state. You think they’re just going to stay on his phone, which is true, yes. But, they’ll also reside in an album he has of you. 

His special album, in his special room.

“Let's get you cleaned up. You’re not going to work for the rest of the week.”

𝜗𝜚 Authors Note: I just wanted to say (and I'm writing this before even finishing the chapter.) When Sukuna cries, it's not because he's sad, it's because he's so unhealthy obsessed with reader he doesn't know how to control himself so he just cries. Maybe tears of frustration? okay i’m back! i’m still writing while writing the chapter but it made me giggle. so i’m british and i dont know if in america you guys use the word bellend and i was gonna say bellend instead of tip for the last scene but like i started laughing to myself. GUYS I SWEAR IM NOT CRAZY. i just crack myself up sometimes-_-

Okay now here’s a not not when i’ve actually finished! This the longest smut ive ever written! gosh, ill try make the upcoming chapters longer too! but i hope you enjoyed the smut :p um, i think that’s all i have to say. i’ll probably take longer for the next chapter cause i liked that i took my time with this one! love you! ♡

𝜗𝜚 Chapter Six | Chapter Eight

[ngdrb]

Elon Musk is a piece of shit just like EVERY other RepubliKKKan!!!!!

BREAKING: MAGA billionaire Elon Musk picks a fight with a respected commander of the International Space Station and calls him "retarded" after he exposed Musk for a bold-faced lie.

This is who Trump has entrusted with running our government...

It all started when Andreas Mogensen, the Danish astronaut in question, reacted to a clip on X of Musk telling Fox News propagandist Sean Hannity that he plans to "rescue" two astronauts who were "left up there" in space "for political reasons."

Mogensen shared the clip and wrote: "What a lie. And from someone who complains about lack of honesty from the mainstream media."

Musk quickly reacted to the tweet, lashing out with the sort of childish insults that we have come to expect from the allegedly ketamine-addicted oligarch—

"You are fully retarded," wrote Musk. "SpaceX could have brought them back several months ago. I OFFERED THIS DIRECTLY to the Biden administration and they refused. Return WAS pushed back for political reasons. Idiot."

As usual Musk provided no evidence for his inflammatory claims. Mogensen then responded with the grace and articulation that Musk seems pathologically incapable of—

"Elon, I have long admired you and what you have accomplished, especially at SpaceX and Tesla," wrote the astronaut. "You know as well as I do, that Butch and Suni are returning with Crew-9, as has been the plan since last September. Even now, you are not sending up a rescue ship to bring them home. They are returning on the Dragon capsule that has been on ISS since last September."

Tellingly, Musk didn't respond to the potent rebuttal. Instead, he responded to another post from Dr. Phil Metzger — Director of the Stephen W. Hawking Center for Microgravity Research & Education — remarking on the hostile exchange.

In it, Musk smeared Mogensen as a "so-called 'Commander'" who "doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground."

"Dude has no clue what’s really going on. He’s a passenger," Musk added.

That's all Elon has: insults and rage.

It's also worth noting that shortly after the feud broke out, the billionaire tweeted out a call for the "deorbiting" of the International Space Station because "it has served its purpose" and "there is very little incremental utility."

It's difficult to interpret the outburst as anything other than attempt at exacting revenge on Mogensen for publicly embarrassing him.

Elon is a petty, vindictive man with zero impulse control. The fact that he is now running roughshod over our government, gutting crucial programs, and lining his pockets with our tax dollars is an utter disgrace.