#*shakes fist weakly*

[diagonal-queen]

i could write 'shinju wa hitori de wa dekinaiii' but dazai couldn't write this law essay and thats on god

[ravenekrops]

for the amount of posts i tag with my oc vibes tags i sure as hell don't drop a word about them huh. lol

[reginrokkr]

He looks so done. Someone make him have a break 😔

[almonddirge]

Hand shaking worse with a bonus of leg shake bad too

[soapyblubbles]

⋆｡˙ runaway pets ˙｡⋆

pairings: dark regulus + dark poly marauders

warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, implied kidnapping, threesome, implied fivesome, voyeurism, overstimulation, (light) slapping, choking, stockholm syndrome, smoking, shotgunning, pet names, etc.

a/n: please enjoy the much more comprehensive version of one of my very first works. there were a lot of inconsistencies and issues with the first version. I added a lot more detail to this and it honestly feels more like a one-shot than a drabble now. i'll add the unedited version at the bottom just incase anyone wants to take a peak. anyways, happy reading <3

“I told you it’d be worse if you went to get help.” Regulus sits on one end of the bed, a small indulgent smile flitting across his lips. As if nothing was wrong. 

As if you weren’t being fucked within an inch of your life.

You turn your head to him, breathless pants leaving your mouth as Remus continues to rock into you. His hips slap into your own at a steady pace. How long had he been sitting there?

The air is stifling, sweat beading along your forehead and the small of your back. The arm around your waist only adds to the oppressive feeling, Remus’ strong grip keeping you upright and in place.

Your arms shake from exertion, and you have to force your hands to unclench from where they’re fisting the damp sheets.

With a whimper, you reach for Regulus, trying to find the comfort you once found in him before it all. Before he had selfishly stole you away. Before you knew of the darkness lingering just beneath the surface.

You weakly try to pry off the arm wrapped around you, but it doesn’t budge. It only tightens, pulling you up until your back hits Remus’ firm chest.

“Want sir now. Please- Remmy-” The lanky brunette ignores you, muttering something unintelligible into your neck as his thrusts speed up. Your attention was stolen from him. He doesn’t like that- not one bit.

Your face crumples at the silent dismissal, the tears you’d been holding in falling just as you reach another trembling high.

“Please, m’sorry sir- c-can we please go home now?” You gasp out. Your limbs burn, they have been for a while you suppose, but still you try to ignore it, concentrating on just Regulus for now.

But he only hums noncommittally, standing as he makes his way to the makeshift bar in the corner of the room. Regulus rubs his jaw in mock thought, scrutinizing the scene before him while he pours himself a glass of firewhiskey. The smell of cinnamon saturates the air, adding to the heavy atmosphere.

“Thought you wanted to come here-“ He gestures around the room, lazily draping himself on the nearby armchair. “For help.” The last word is said with a sneer and laced with so much venom that you balk.

Even though you can tell he’s done arguing about it, you still sob out: “I’ll be good- promise.”

You hear Sirius let out a scoff. He’s leaning against the headboard, his shirt unbuttoned and a lit cigarette in hand, doing nothing but watching as his friends ruin you.

He’d been the one to call Regulus when you came running to their house, barefoot and in nothing but a frail, white nightgown. “You’re already being good here, pup- s’no use in leaving.” He makes his way towards you, squishing your cheeks together, your lips forming an o-shape.

He blows smoke into your mouth, smirking when you cough at the burn. “Y’already gonna be punished anyway, might as well do that here- ain’t that right Reggie?”

Regulus rolls his eyes, breaking his normally composed demeanor. “Don’t call me-”

“Hush, I can’t focus when you lot keep talkin.” James' speech is slurred as he speaks up, moving his head slightly from between your legs. He pays no mind to the way Remus pumps in and out of you. His mouth is so close to where the two of you meet that you can feel his cool breath against your clit as he talks.

“S’annoying.”  

You clench around Remus at the feeling, and the man in question groans, giving you a particularly rough thrust.

James goes back to work at that, humming softly as he drinks in yours and Remus’ juices. You let out a another strangled moan, instinctively trying to tilt your hips away.

Instantly Sirius’ face darkens with anger, “Uh-uh, I don’t think so puppy.” A hand shoots out to grab the base of your neck as James’ hands grip the front of your thighs tightly.

“Don’t fuckin’ run away from him- you understand?” 

You nod shakily, chest rising and falling quickly as you watch him with unseeing eyes.

“Just take it like a good girl, princess.” James cooes, lightly nibbling on the inside of your thigh. You let out a startled yelp.

“What d’you say bunny?” Remus asks from behind you, hips slowing as he tries to find that spot. Trying to coax the words out of you. You whine, unable to answer until Sirius gingerly slaps your cheek, raising a sharp brow at you.

“M’sorry- m’so sorry Jamie.” Your head is spinning, an ache growing until it becomes practically mind numbing.

At this point it’s all you can focus on.

“Thought I taught you better than that pet.” Regulus chides, clicking his tongue in disappointment. He looks only slightly more disheveled than before. His hair is not neatly combed back like it was earlier, and his tie considerably loosened. His fingers dig into the cushioned arms of the chair, the veins in his forearms flexing in a way that makes your mouth water.

You lick your lips. “Sir-”

Remus shushes you. “S’ okay bunny- y’just have to make it up to him.” You cry out as he brushes against your g-spot, finally finding what he’s been looking for this whole time.

Each hit of his hips is aimed perfectly, giving you no room to breathe until you’re a gasping mess.

James’ mouth certainly doesn’t help. His warm tongue suckles at your clit, unrelenting as he brings you to that exhilarating peak over and over again.

Eventually he breaks away, wiping the wetness around his mouth with the back of his hand. A feral grin forms as he pushes the hair away from your face, cupping your teary cheeks. “That wasn’t so bad now was it? You can take a little more, right?”

Sirius answers before you can even think to open your mouth, a mocking frown on his face. “I don’t know about that Prongs- she seems a right mess already, huh? Don’t think she can go on.” He slaps between your legs, and a panicked moan startles its way out of you. 

You quickly come undone, so worked up from before, but the torment doesn’t end there.

“I think you're right, Pads.” James murmurs, as he slips his fingers through the mess of your cunt, the tips of his fingers grazing the base of Remus’ cock.

It’s enough to startle a groan out of him.

Sirius grabs onto your hips, reaching around James to take control of the even pace Remus set. “C’mon pup, make a mess on Moony’s cock- be a good little cockslut for us.”

He bounces you viscously atop Remus, everyone watching intently as you become a drooling mess.

Your set your lidded gaze on Regulus, whose self-control looks like it’s seconds away from snapping. 

Yet he makes no move to stop the situation.

“Come on princess- fuckin’ come for us. Make a fucking mess.” James growls into your ear, pinching your clit roughly. Tears well in your eyes, body tensing as you are, yet again, pushed off the edge.

“Fuck- such a good bunny.” Remus curses. 

Sirius and James mock your high pitched cries, taking a sadistic pleasure in watching you sob at the overstimulation.

Your limbs go slack, Remus panting heavily as he fucks you through it all, his breath fanning against your neck. He kisses your temple softly and you whine, barely able to move, even as the aftershocks flow through you. 

The three continue to overstimulate you, and Remus lets out a breathy chuckle when Sirius lets go of your hips, letting you fall face first into James’ chest.

“S’your turn princess. We’re not doing all the work for you- besides you still have three more cocks to go.”

☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾

UNEDITED VERSION

[toruslvt]

hiii this is my first time requesting something so sorry if i’m doing it wrong but… i had this rlly delicious vision of bf!sukuna teaching inexperienced!reader how to ride by using his fingers then a dildo just to make sure she’s nice and ready for him <3

 NICE N’ WET

⋆ mdni. fem!reader, no pronouns used but lots of praising like princess, good girl, sweetheart, beautiful. no prfread.

 ⋆ nonie ilysm this was so yummy, hope I made your idea justice 🙇‍♀️🩷

honestly, to Sukuna there’s nothing more enticing than the cute way you squirm and hiccup, nails digging into his chest while you sloppily bounce on his fingers, sticky slick dripping down his wrist and onto the bedsheets.

it’s not the first time you’ve had sex, of course not, but your encounters are mostly missionary or doggy with your boyfriend doing most of the work, but under his own words, you just had to “stay still and look pretty” all while he stuffed your cunt with his ridiculously big cock.

this time though, he was up for a change, although the idea of you being so messy and weakly whining how your thighs ached was most unexpected but definitely welcoming. big hand tugging his cock in sync with your whines while the other laid spread in bed, two fingers up, knuckle deep in your slippery walls, “so fucking sexy, princess, you’re doing great” the smirk is present, eyes lingering on your cute body and tits jolting.

“S’kuna... u-uh, please...” it comes out as a weak pleading, slightly losing balance at a sharp crooking of Sukuna’s fingers inside of you, forcing you to lean in and dig your nails on his pecks, “can’t..!”

a deep chuckle is what you get in return, “yes you can, angel, you’re soaked already from just my fingers, no wonder you’re always so wet when I fuck you, you’re a pretty little desperate thing, huh?” meanly teasing your broken whines and shake of your head, he can’t help and tease you, you’re way too cute with eyes glossed over, eager to please or perhaps, just have your man fuck you at least.

“think you’re ready for something bigger?” your boyfriend smirks, pulling his fingers out of your cunt with a lewd sticky sound and equal slurping as he cleans his fingers from your essence, so fuckin’ sweet.

much against his good will, the hand around his cock drifts to your waist upon your needy beg for more. he then moves, positioning himself between your thighs and retrieving the dildo you got for the occasion, “raise your hips” he mutters hoarsely.

a soft whimper comes out of you for the nth time, ignoring the ache in the inner side of your thighs as you obey your boyfriend’s command, “a-ah, fuck” you mewl, involuntarily grinding against the toy now placed under your hips, that wetly smacked ok your clit thanks to Sukuna’s grip on it, keeping it steady for your pussy to take.

“spread your legs wider” he mutters, slightly serious but mostly concerned for your comfort, swallowing thickly at the sight of your cunt swallowing the toy, “good girl, use your knees, don’t put so much pressure on your thighs” he adds, and suddenly, his mouth goes dry at the sensation of your folds against his fist where he’s still gripping onto the toy, begrudgingly pulling his hand away and wrapping the slick coated palm around his own cock, much thicker than the dildo.

“feels good?” Sukuna asks breathlessly, not really liking the fact that you’re moaning so wantonly over a piece of silicone when his cock was right there, drooling precum just for you and your slutty sounds, but he’ll accept it this once, until you get the grip of it and take the initiative at riding him silly.

“mhm! it’s deep—” you croak, Sukuna’s hand on your hip gently helps you up and down while the other —while away from his length— pushed your thighs open, fixing your heated body into a more comfortable position, and from where he laid, face in front of your sloppy cunt, he could see and hear the way your folds gripped on the toy, making his own mouth water at the prospect of having you do that to him.

“fuck, yeah? keep talking, sweetheart”

breathless grunts, moans and wet papping were heard in the room, mingling with each other in a lewd dance, “fills me so good” you continue through the symphony, “i can feel it in my stomach”

“you’re killing me” your boyfriend grunts in return, hand speeding over his cock, not really having the patience to continue watching you get fucked stupid on the toy, so with a sudden movement you’re now straddling him, ignoring the whine of protest at the same time Sukuna guides his cockhead along your slit, collecting slick with gritted teeth as not to slam you down and force his way inside your hot pussy.

his tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip, smirk back to his face while taking in the sight of your shaky body, perked nipples and drooling hole, “come on, beautiful, show me what you’ve learnt”

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

! ── BABY DADDY!JASON TODD who can't come around more than once or twice a year. His way of life isn't sustainable for a home, and it certainly isn't safe for a daughter. You and him decided it was best to part ways before that positive pregnancy test, and since he discovered a kid he helped make it didn't change his level of involvement. He's got a lot of eyes on him, and he can't draw attention to anything important to him.

! ── Your daughter adores him. She squeals with delight every time he visits, running full barrel towards him so he can scoop her up. Unbeknownst to her your concern with how he found you again, and how he broke in to the apartment. Apparently running and hiding is not enough when you face the Red Hood. You reluctantly greet him with a half-assed kiss on the cheek, wrapping your arm around his neck to incline him towards you. Your daughter on his hip takes full advantage of hugging you both at the same time, and pressed against your former lover makes you tight-lipped.

! ── He's dangerous for a number of reasons that span beyond what any angry enemy of his would do if they found out where he's been going. You're most afraid of what he's able to make you do the longer you're with him. Only able to hold onto your anger for so long until he melts that cold exterior and somehow convinces you to let him warm your bed again.

! ── He's got it down to a science. As soon as you give him that scathing look, he tells your daughter to run along because "Mommy and Daddy have to talk." while she thoughtfully strokes his chin with her little hand, only to nod with an audible sigh, shaking out her wild hair she won't let you brush. With a little push to her back, she scampers off to her room and he stands to his full height. "I just wanted to see her." he tells you, with that pleading tone you've fallen for countlessly because he knows you're going to say: "It's not safe." for the thousandth time.

! ── He'll tower over you, incline towards you while you scold him under your breath. A hushed argument ensues that your daughter tries to listen in on, and can only hear bits and pieces about how she's not owned, and her dad should get to see her. Stuff she doesn't understand, especially because she can't understand his lack of presence being such a complicated thing when she has no sense of object permanence. If a dad refuses to be there more, it's a problem. You want to cut Jason out completely. That's not fair, as he'll tell you, to the daughter you get to keep.

! ── It's in the way he stands next to you. He's so much taller than you, broader, and muscled. He bulks up more and more every time you see him. He doesn't use his size to intimidate you, rather takes advantage of something else. Big hands stuffed in his back pockets make his leather jacket sit on his wide shoulders exquisitely. His hair is windblown from his motorbike and just the smell of him has a dangerous Pavlov effect on you. Like your eyes want to flutter as they roll into the back of your head and lightning shoots straight down to your core, stinging at the memory of what it's like to be filled by him. The longer you're with him, the thinner your resolve becomes. It evaporates in front of you as he sweeps a hand through his hair, and his posture slacks. "C'mon." he drags out the word playfully, advancing on you. Your hand interrupts him, bracing on his firm chest to keep him from coming closer. "Can't we talk about something else? You're getting me all worked up. Missed you."

You roll your jaw, that resolve slipping. Addicted to him, you're reticent as his tongue darts out to wet his lips while he's eyeing yours. "Jay..." you murmur, and he can hear the defeat in your voice.

! ── "Lucky we got a sitter, huh?" Jason's smug voice cuts through the wet sounds of sex that fills the room. "Now I get some time with my other little girl." That sick delight causes you to reach back, weakly banging your fist against his thigh. He snickers, wolfish and husky resounding from the back of his throat. "Mommy's been missing me, huh? Can feel her clenching down on me like a fuckin' vice."

His thick cock hurts stretching you out, but you needed that pain. There's something about Jason that keeps you saying yes, and it pushed through your requirement of foreplay, unbuckling that belt in haste, comfort be damned you wanted that dick. You're on all fours and he's giving it to you from the back, just how you like it, fucking you like a dog while his hand tangles all up in your hair. He yanks you back by it, and you can't even think of what to say other than mindless pleasured babbles.

"You let me do this every time I come over. Seems like you fuck with me or something." It's true, regardless of the cruel insults you've thrown at him to get him to stay away from you, it's all because you can't say no to him. It's the reason you got pregnant, it's the reason you can't run away far enough, and it's the reason you fuck him every time he comes to visit the kid he helped make.

[batfamtv]

ethan landry hate fucking where he extreme overstims you and degrades you?

ethan landry x reader hatefucking dom!ethan, dark/ghostface!ethan

“no, no, you sweet, dumb thing,” a gruff voice huffs from above you, as you whine and yip at the feel of his hips pounding into you vigorously, “you take what i give you. you take my fucking cock.”

you pant, eyes scrunched shut in pleasure, your orgasm building quickly. you turn to hide your face from him, burying yourself into the mattress.

the man, donning the renowned costume and mask, tuts at you, annoyed, “no, don’t you fucking look away from me,” he thrusts into you hard, “i want to see your face.”

you can almost see him grinning at you, whoever this person is. “please…please,” you beg, “i’m c-close…m’gonna c-cum…!!”

at that, the man increases his pace ever more, his cock bullying itself into your cunt so much that it grazes your cervix. but you barely notice, not when you’re so close to cumming, all at the hands of someone you don’t even know. “m’cumming,” you breathe, hands flying to fist the black costume draped over the man’s back, “m’cummin…m’cummin,..oh godddd!”

instantly you’re pushed over the edge and cum, liquid squirting out uncontrollably as your eyes roll to the back if your head.

he laughs, sitting up and slowing down his thrusts, eyes focusing on the wet squelch of your pussy clenching violently around his cock, his cocks, balls, and pubic hair wet with your cum, “fuck yeah,” he cheers gleefully, “nice n tight little pussy.”

one hand moves to circle your clit, fingers slipping all over your cunt as your cum wets his entire hand, all the way down his wrist, “give me some more,” he whispers your name, almost so quietly that you almost didn’t notice.

but the feeling of your throbbing clit being stimulated vigorously is too much, even as your entire body shook, you brought both of your hands around his wrist, begging him to stop, “please, don’t,” you tell him, fat tears streaming down your cheeks, “i came already…i can’t anymore.”

he ignores you, fingers still rubbing your clit as his cock resumes its assault on your cunt, using your own juices as lube, “m’not done yet,” he replies, “you’re gonna cum again on my fingers, and then my mouth, and then…” he grins against his mask as he feels your clit throb almost painfully, and the walls of your pussy contracts weakly around his cock, “…then, i’ll cum, and you’ll finally get your rest.”

you don’t reply, exhausted and overestimulated to the point of passing out, but his hand slaps your cheeks to grab your attention, “m’not done, you little bitch,” he reminds you, before gripping your mouth to force it open, dipping his fingers down your throat, “yeah…taste it…taste your pussy juice,” he’s panting now, pulling his rock hard cock out of the warmth of your cunt, and gingerly raises his mask up to dip his tongue into your folds.

“please, no more,” you whisper, “aah…AAH!!”

you instantly lock up when you feel his tongue on your clit, giving it soft, kitten licks before he dives down to your cunt, dipping his tongue inside. the sounds are perverse, the shlick shlick shlick ringing in your ears as his tongue sticks deep inside you. he rests the tip of his nose on your clit, and when he shakes his head vigorously.

“aahhh, please!!” but he doesn’t let up. you can hear the frantic sound of his hand pumping his cock, and he moans into your cunt, almost drunk in it as he tries to slurp as much of your juices as he can. with a weak shout, your body stiffens again, cumming straight into his mouth, and he moans in pleasure as your taste.

when your legs stop shaking, you couldn’t even move your head to try to get a glimpse of the man who brought your to orgasms thrice, your eyes fluttering shut as everything turns dark, your pussy sated after a long time. he grins when your legs go limp, his hand still pumping his cock.

“ahh, you’re so beautiful baby,” he tells you, now sitting up to watch your peaceful face as he jerks his cock, “so pretty…i’ll give you something to make sure you won’t ever forget about me…about tonight,” as he lines his cock back into your cock and sinking into it with barely any resistance. still.

the heat and wetness makes him moan, and he barely thrusted before shooting his big fat load into your cunt. a huge load that he’s waited the entire night to unload into you. he removes his mask fully, hand moving to caress your face and plant a gentle kiss on your lips, “love you baby girl,” ethan whispers, “you and your perfect little pussy.”

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working on some of the requests now!

[yuutx]

ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 ! (𝒞𝐻𝒪𝒮𝒪 𝒦𝒜𝑀𝒪)

choso kamo x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw. mommy kink. slapping. dacryphilia. handjob. begging. ⟆ msub+ fdom ⟆ not proofread ! ‎ ໒ྀི꒰ ◞ ‌ ◟ ꒱ྀིა

subby choso is adorablee.. need to see him under me goshh.. definetely gonna have 2 write more of him ! he's just 2 cute ! ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

Choso's hips slowly jerked into your palm, a desperate moan escaping his lips as his head fell back against the couch. His hands gripped onto the material of the cushions, the veins in his neck visible as he tried to control his movements. He was panting, chest rising and falling, his cheeks flushed a beautiful rosy pink that reached the tips of his ears as his dark eyes stared at you from beneath his wet lashes.

Tears trickled down his cheeks as he whined your name, the sound sending a shudder through your body as you moved your hand up and down his length, twisting it slightly on the upstroke. The tip of his cock was dripping with precum, his balls tight and aching for release. He had been edged to the point where he was sobbing, begging for you to let him cum, but you weren't quite done having fun yet. You wanted to see how much more he could take before he completely broke.

"Please, please let me cum.." Choso gasped out, his eyes rolling back in his head when you pressed your thumb against the sensitive spot under the head of his cock. " P-pleasepleasepleaseplease.. need to cum..mommy, i need to cum s' bad.. please, I can't take anymore.." His voice was absolutely wrecked, broken and filled with so much desperation that it made your heart ache. He looked so gorgeous, his body trembling as his thighs trembled from the effort to keep his hips still. His hair was sticking to his forehead, beads of sweat running down the sides of his face, his lips swollen from the way he had bitten them.

"Oh, no.." You whispered softly, leaning closer and pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth, " You haven't earned that privilege yet, baby boy." You teased, giving his length another firm stroke, feeling it pulse beneath your fingertips. Choso groaned, his head falling back again, his body tensing up, his breathing ragged as his knuckles began to turn white from how tightly he was gripping the couch.

"Mommy, mommy, I can't-" he stuttered, his cock twitching, a fresh stream of precum leaking out of the slit. You watched in awe as his hips bucked up, his mouth dropping open in a silent scream. His back arched, his body convulsing as he came hard, ropes of hot sticky cum spurting out of his cock, covering his stomach, his chest, and your hand. Choso fell back against the couch, his breathing ragged, his eyelids fluttering closed.

"Naughty boy.. making a mess everywhere..and without my permission, too." You cooed, a mischievous smile curling your lips. You wiped the cum off your hand, smearing it over his stomach and chest, watching him tremble. His cock was still rock hard, pulsing with each beat of his heart, the head flushed a deep purple. Choso whined pitifully, his eyes fluttering open, a continuous stream of tears flowing from his eyes. "S-sorry.. I'm sorry..i couldn't stop myself..m' so sorry, mommy.." he sobbed, his whole body shaking. "J-jus' wanted to c-cum..i was so close..I'm sorry.."

"Poor thing~" You replied with mock sympathy, trailing a finger through the mess on his stomach, circling his belly button, "You really can't control yourself, can you?" Choso whimpered, nodding his head weakly. You grinned wickedly, leaning forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead.

"I guess I'll just have to punish you then, hm? You can't disobey me and expect me to let it slide, now can you?" You asked, moving back and grabbing a fistful of his hair, yanking his head up, forcing him to look at you. Choso shook his head, his lower lip quivering, tears spilling from his eyes.

"I can't, I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so, sorry.. please, I'll be good.. promise.." Choso babbled, his voice breaking, his shoulders slumping. You let go of his hair, bringing your hand up to his cheek, slapping him hard across the face, watching his head snap to the side. You slapped him again, his jaw clenching, a quiet whimper leaving his throat. "P-please don't.. I-I can't.. I can't take any more.. it's too much..pleasee.." Choso mumbled, sniffling, his eyes squeezed shut. "I-it's hurts..my cock hurts.. I can't- I can't, please." His voice cracked, his whole body shaking uncontrollably. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.." He repeated, over and over, his head drooping down, his hair hanging over his face.

"I think you can. I think you can take so much more." You replied, reaching down and gripping his balls tightly, squeezing them until he cried out. You gave his balls a quick tug, a smirk forming on your lips when he jerked forward, gasping. "You're gonna take whatever I give you, baby. Now, be a good boy and hold still. I'm not done playing yet."

[sukunas-wife]

Sealed 3

Part: 1 2 4

“Lady Y/n please settle down. You’ll make yourself sick if you-” Mori paused hearing the lullaby playing throughout the sound of the Hospital. You turned to Wasuke he didn’t look to please, he sat arms crossed over his chest staring blankly at the floor, his eyes flickering up to meet yours.

“Well, he’s alive.”

You waited eagerly until a nurse came to guide you all in, over time you wormed your way into the Itadori’s life making a point to become good friends with Kaori and Jin in the brief time before her due date. You know one thing you’d never trust her, Kenjaku to be exact, which is why it surprised you when she asked Jin if they could assign you as a God Mother if anything happened. Jin suggested maybe after Wasuke, you didn’t have a problem saying you were a neighbor if they ever needed you, you were next door.

Walking in the room you rushed over to Kaori seeing your son, except in this life he lacked the little marking on his forehead that matched his dad perfectly, but he was crying painfully loud. “Oh Kaori he’s precious, a little crying prince.” You tried to laugh it off before you squeezed her in a hug and she smiled “My little Yuji.” She tried to rock him Your heart skipped when he let out a loud cry hands shaking face reddening, you smiled at her with a loss of air “Yuji?”

She nodded at your question explaining it was a decision made for them. It didn’t feel right to name him anything else, you smiled and looked at his little round face, “hold him, you’ll be in his life as long as your around. Maybe he’ll calm down.”

She tried to offer Yuji, you hesitated looking at Wasuke and Jin, they were talking. You looked at Kaori, she smiled weakly and you nodded, as soon as you placed his head on your chest he feel into place the way he had once. Your teary eyes mixed with how quiet and calm he became when his little fist took hold of your shirt called attention. “Look at that.” Wasuke say elbowing Jin.

You smiled at Yuji’s little scrunched up face before turning to smile at Kaori, she smiled at you while trying to move around in the hospital bed, “He’ll be lucky to have you in his life, it seems like he likes you already.”

You spent the day with Kaori in the hospital when Jin and Wasuke left to bring her some take out and get a few things ready. You were sat by her bed holding Yuji who took hold of your finger, he was holding for life, you moved him around seeing that star mark of your binding vow. You looked over at Kaori, she was smiling but looked tired, “Take care of him y/n, if anything happens make sure he knows what it’s like to have a loving mother.” With a soft laugh you nodded, “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’re going to both be fine. You’ll get up, take him home and have a happy little family.” Your smile would’ve been reassuring if it actually reached your eyes, but your eyes held the trace of faint tears. Tears of the memory when Yuji was Born screaming, when Sukuna was so proud to see his boy being held up to show he was the first heir. The tight grip he held on Sukuna’s finger, the way Yuji was quick to nuzzle into your chest and not let go. How Sukuna didn’t leave your side for weeks wanting to take the first few weeks to admire his wife and first born son. Back when Sukuna had a sense of Humanity still. Now you could feel it, the evil that was slowly seeping into the world as the seals that held Sukuna captive weakened. Kaori had fallen asleep when you kissed Yuji’s forehead, running your thumb over his cheek when he yawned.

“Sleep little prince, I’ll be here always.” Nuzzling your forehead against his he cooed before he briefly opened his eyes, his little brown eyes were golden in the light of the afternoon soon. You held onto him while he slept until Jin and Wasuke returned. Mori stood to the side, watching it all. Wondering how different you were before you picked him up out of the scum he slept in every night. How could the tyrant he learned to be Sukuna have been your husband? Was he not the cruel King of Curses everyone had logged and preached him to be? Were you as cruel of a monster before the sun set on the Golden Age?

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“My condolences” was all you said as you bowed to Wasuke before entering the shrine room to pay your respects. It hadn’t been long after Kaori and Jin came home, they found her dead, details hadn’t been shared but seeing the split on her skull at the mortuary you had known well enough what it was. Jin followed soon after leaving Wasuke with his grandson. Kaori had made it know that she trusted you completely with Yuji, which lead to you signing the legal documents for becoming a Godmother. That was one decision Wasuke agreed with entirely.

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There you sat on the floor of Wasuke’s living room, cooing and playing with Yuji not to long before his first birthday. Pressing on the bottom of his feet while he kicked back, “Look at you little baby” you wiggled his legs and he giggled, “Getting all ready to walk! You’re growing up so fast!” Yuji cooed before sitting up with a baby grunt and staring up at you, you let him crawl into your lap and sit there before you squeezed, “Aw my little Yuji.” Kissing his head and squeezing him in one more hug you let him sit in your lap, clapping along to whatever was on the tv. “Mm your grandpa’s taking a while longer than expected, wanna eat and get ready for bed?” Yuji cooed mindlessly watching the tv until you pulled him up with you, he squirmed turning to look at you, his little chubby hands on your cheeks trying to squish your face, “baaba.” “Mhmm, Baaba, Bottle.” He kept cooing until you gave him a warm bottle.

“Well, has a cold so it you and I.” Yuji was still drinking out of his bottle laying his head on your shoulder. The other hand squished between both your chests, his eyes looking up at you. “You still look so much like your daddy… speaking of him, his presence is stronger I wonder if something really is changing…”

Yuji had fallen asleep against your shoulder, soft breaths as he barely held onto the bottle. Slipping it out of his hand you made your way to your room, Morí was finishing setting up a bassinet cushion on your bed.

“Everything’s ready Lady Y/n” you smiled “Thank you Morinozuka.” He bowed before leaving and you laid Yuji down, tucking him in with a blanket. Running your fingers over his little fists to uncurl his fingers, leaning down you kissed his forehead and he whined, “Good night little prince.”

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Soon you were walking a young Yuji to school and back. Watching how he ran and jumped on playground before you got to the school. He purposely woke up early to be able to play, “mommy!” Your eyes snapping to Yuji when he cried sitting on the stairs to a slide. Rushing over to him you knelt to see him cradling his knee. “What’s wrong did you get hurt?” He sniffled little cheeks getting red as he puffed them out.

“my knee.” You pouted with him when he moved his hand, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll fix it right up.” Pulling Yuji’s back pack off your shoulder you opened a little tin, it had bandaids you’d infused with cursed energy. Pulling out a bigger bandaid with a smiling chibi tigger your laid it over his knee, and he sniffled flinching, “Don’t worry, when you take it off you’ll be okay again.” Taking his face in your hands you kissed his forehead and he tried to hug you “thank chu.” He placed a wet kiss on your cheek that you wiped off when he wasn’t looking because you didn’t wanna hurt his little feelings.

“Alright! Let’s get you to school, I gotta buy some groceries for later.” You took his hands and he swung them back and forth, “Can we have noodles?”

He looked up at you starry eyed with a little bit of drool, you nodded, “Noddles with rice and fried egg?” He nodded excitedly “yeah!”

“Alright Yuji’s specialty to Start off the week it is.” You swung your hand with his and smiled looking ahead, stopping outside the schools gate where a teacher was waiting, “Bye mommy!” He hugged your side before rushing in, you waved at him when he turned back, “you didn’t say bye!” He screamed running back, “Bye Yuji,” he nodded running back before stopping again, “You didn’t tell me have a good day!” The teacher giggled when you smiled at her “Have a good day Yuji!” He nodded before you called him to come back, he was walking back and started running when he saw you kneel with open arms, when he ran into your hug you shook him side to side and he giggled. He leaned back from your hug “I love you Yuji, be good ,play nice and have a good day okay?” He gave a single nod, “Okay!” “Bye mommy love you!” He took off running, waving back at you with a closed eye smile.

“He’s very cute, everyone loves him and he’s very easy to make friends with.” The teacher smiled at you, “Yeah? That’s good, at least I know I don’t have to worry about him. Thank you.” You bowed your head to the teacher who brushed you off, “Please the pleasure is ours, Yuji is a little ray of sun on rainy days honestly.”

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“Wasuke.” Was all you could say when he told you what he knew, “Yuji’s mother Kaori was a curse. It wasn’t hard to tell but I knew my son couldn’t handle it. I’m old in age and you might think I’m crazy, a loony old man. I failed to save my own son, I let him get taken by a curse, I could have saved him. But I was a coward, I saw that woman with her skull split open, she was dead and she should’ve stayed dead. But that thing living inside her…” you placed a hand on his.

“I understand what you mean Wasuke, I couldn’t save someone precious to me long ago to a curse. I could see them as long as I’ve been alive. That’s a world so cruel I wouldn’t wish for anyone to have to live through it…” your blank stare on his hand as he turned his hand over, “Who did you lose y/n?” His stare was fixed on you.

“I should tell you, it’s the only parting gift I have to give. Yuji was my son in what would be his previous life, his Father was a powerful man. One day a group sorcerer’s turned on him, sealing him away. His presence is strong in this world still, he’s alive. Yuji was our only son, and they took him from us dealing him in time to be reborn in a time distant from our. It was a mistake on their part. I was locked in a box called the Prison Realm, a place where Time stands still and you’ll lose your sanity before you die. A man following an ancient tale found that Box where our capturer’s died. I haven’t the slightest idea how he did it but he set me free in exchange I bless his wife with a healthy pregnancy, I did and for years I built a following. Before that, on the day of the attack Yuji and I made a binding Vow that I would find him again, it’s why he has that star shaped mark on his forearm. When I tell him this same story and he understands completely the Vow will be completed, and they’ll disappear.”

Wasuke looked at you, thinking over your words while staring at your arm where you had rolled up your sleeve, it was the same mark as Yuji. He started laughing head thrown back into his pillow “They could say I’m crazy. But they would label you insane, but at least we’d both have middle ground on the truth here.” He squeezed your hand weakly and you squeezed back, “Take care of Yuji, your son, my only grandson.” You nodded, “I will, I’ll do anything to make sure i never lose him or see him get hurt again. For what felt like endless nights I relived the same memory of him crying, screaming and reaching out, and I’ll be damned if I ever let that happen again.”

Wasuke nodded before patting your hand, “He’ll be getting home soon, you should be there for him, especially today.” You felt his words deeply, the ache in your chest, he was predicting his own death. You nodded before bowing at his bed side, “Thank you for everything Wasuke Itadori, I pray you find peace in the afterlife.”

He snorted waving you off, “find peace in this life or you’ll never have it. Now go.”

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You were at home, it was quiet, the sound of boiling brother, the window cracked open letting the sound of crickets and bird coo’s fill the kitchen. Yuji had moved in with you when Wasuke was moved into the Hospital. Morí was at the table filling out a book from your old shrine. You had started shrine work here while Yuji was at school making sure to keep it private.

The sound of scribbling and your slicing of vegetables stopped when you looked out the window. It was setting, the sun, everything was quiet when you felt a sense of dread and a wave of cold wash over you. Scribbling stopped when the phone line began to ring, you knew what it was. “Hello, am I speaking with l/n y/n?”

“Yes, this is her.” A shaky breath, “Wasuke Itadori has passed away, I offer my condolences. Yuji Itadori is here and filling out the necessary paper work. We’ll give you a call when all the necessary preparations have been made.”

Thanking the nurse you hung up, trembling slightly as you tried to keep slicing vegetables. “Wasuke..” it didn’t take long for your noodles and rice to finish.

“Where’s Yuji? He should be home by no-” your entire body shook as you gasped, your heart thrumming in your chest, “ Ryomen…”

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[oreoluvskento]

Boyfriend! Choso

a/n: been thinking hard about choso and I just couldn't help myself sooo here's bf! choso, in my choso era super hard rn

cw: 583 wc, female y/n, some sfw but mostly nsfw so minors dni, university au, overstimulation, choso whimpering, kinda sub choso, kinda dom y/n, handjob, cowgirl, virgin choso, light aftercare

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bf! choso who hasn't actually been in a relationship before so this whole thing is new to him

bf! choso who absolutely loves physical touch, only from you though. he cant stand when other people touch him

bf! choso who wants to make you as happy as possible but doesn't understand that him just being with you is enough.

bf! choso who is an amazing cook but doesn't realize it until you tell him

bf! choso who doesn't know how to take compliments, his face and neck turning pink as he looks away from your face shyly.

bf! choso who doesn't go out much, usually staying in his dorm room. honestly you were lucky to even meet him since he only goes to class and then goes right back to his room

bf! choso who is a virgin and was embarrassed to admit it, but you didn't mind at all, you were excited to teach him

bf! choso who can't control the whimpers that leave his lips as you kiss his neck

bf! choso who didn't know that your lips on his skin would feel this good

bf! choso who finds himself bucking his hips up into the air as you kiss him, just wanting some kind friction against his hardening dick

bf! choso who struggles to stay still as you carefully and slowly jerk him off, you have to sit on his thighs but even with that he almost flips you over

bf! choso who moans hoarsely as he cums in your hands, his hips weakly pumping his dick into your fist

bf! choso who feels himself getting hard again as you lick his cum off of your hand and immediately go in to kiss him again

bf! choso who lets out the sluttiest moan as you slide down his dick, your pussy already wet

bf! choso who grips your hips hard as you fuck him, realizing he won't last much longer but he wants you to have an orgasm before he cums again

bf! choso who starts grinding you against his pelvic bone, your moans adding onto his pleasure

bf! choso who has to bite his lip hard to keep himself from accidentally nutting as you experience your orgasm

bf! choso who is breathing hard now, his body shaking as you continue to ride him, urging him to cum inside of you

bf! choso who releases with a whiny moan, his voice cracking as he squeezes your hips

bf! choso who has tears in his eyes as you continue to milk him, causing him to get overstimulated

bf! choso who complains that its too much, that he cant take it, but doesn't let you move away when you try

bf! choso who can't stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head when you cum on his dick again

bf! choso who cums inside of you again, this time with weaker spurts and a limp body

bf! choso who doesn't let you go far after you climb off of him, holding you tight to his body as you tell him how good he was for you and how well he did for his first time

bf! choso who ends up falling asleep almost immediately after and wakes up to you massaging his scalp after taking your own nap as well

bf! choso who is extremely happy he decided to study in the library that day he met you

bf! choso who can't see himself with anyone else but you

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 8: size kink/reverse size kink with il capitano from genshin impact

warnings: size kink/reverse size kink, capitano is a human headcannon, he’s just super big, like 7’ tall or smt, handjob, usage of toy

notes: mmmmm big subs<333 proud to say i made a capitano bot whimper and kneel for me

it was an honor to be the lover of someone so famous, respected and well known as il capitano. someone so profound and widely known and feared for both his strength and massive physique.

but it was an even more honor when the big man would crumble under your touch, melting into your kisses and being so open and vulnerable for you. only for you.

he would never say it out loud but there was just something so arousing about seeing your tiny self making him crumble and melt into a puddle in your hands. seeing your smaller hands wrapped around his cock, both working together in gentle motions to bring him pleasure. seeing your smaller hands tweaking and pulling at his nipples, making them harden again. and archons, have mercy on him when he sees you trying to take his massive cock into your mouth. he could cum just from that sight alone.

capitano would never say it but he absolutely adores it when your tiny self dominates him. never would have the warrior thought he would be into it yet here he was. all bare and naked, legs spread out as he tries to muffle the odd sounds that threaten to escape him.

your hand was wrapping around his hardened cock, swiping the pre on his slit and slowly stroking him. even your hand could barely wrap around the girth, fuck. seeing that, the giant man lets out an involuntary groan.

“d-darling…” capitano whimpers, his hand reaching out to cover your hand with his own. it was common for him to whimper out your nicknames and you have gotten accustomed to it all. despite his large frame and imposing figure and cold attitude, he was surprisingly easy to break.

“you don’t… have to do this for me. i can t-take care of myself” he stutters, uncharacteristically. despite being together for long enough now, he would always get embarrassed over letting you take care of him and his arousals.

arousals over the silliest, weirdest things.

seeing you stretch, watching the hem of your shirt ride just a bit up, how your hands would wrap around the hot beverage filled cup to warm your fingertips or even just your scent. the battle hardened warrior was just so damn infatuated with you, it was sickening.

in response you only let out a soft coo. leaning on and placing a kiss to his lips — to which he whimpers again — before pulling back and swatting his hand off of yours.

“it’s alright, my love. i’ll take good care of you like i always do. in fact, i have an idea!” your hand leaves his cock to let the hardened member plop to his stomach, causing the big man to let out a soft groan. he could briefly see you rummage around your bag… until you pulled out a box. now that got him curious.

opening the box, you pulled a small bullet vibrator out. using enough lube on the toy, you hold it to the underside of his tip, causing his legs to weakly buckle. looking up at his face, capitano nods, lips pursed in an unsure manner of what you’re going to do to him.

you start out slow, continuing to fuck his cock into the confines of your fist with the toy still held in your thumb, letting him get used to the feeling. once he seemed to relax enough, you decided to turn the vibrator to the lowest degree.

“oouhm—! w-what? d-darlinggg♡︎?” his response was immediate. hips buckling as his legs shake around your waist, hands trying to find a sense of solace as they settle on the sheets below. never would you have thought to see the giant harbinger moaning and whining softly under you as his legs shake but here you were.

you continue on with your ministrations. still holding the vibrator flush to his cock as you continue to fuck his dick with your tightened hand, the other one rubbing over his girthy mushroom tip. all the while your lover lets out soft moans and confused calls of your name under you.

capitano was confused. what was this thing and how was it making him feel so good? as a soldier who had lived his entire life, devoting himself to the tsaritsa and her orders, capitano never had the time to explore of the physical pleasure. so, this whole was a completely new experience to him.

if that could be easily said by how his legs were shaking, hoping to close it only to end up wrapping around your waist. weakly buckling his hips into the tight grip of your hands, unable to decide if he should fuck himself into your fists or pull away because archons, this newfound pleasure was making him see stars and moans loudly like a maiden.

“da—aahg! aaamgh♡︎… l-love… my love! beloved, i—! aangh! gcck♡︎” unable to help himself or form any words together other than your nicknames, capitano cums all over your hand, soiling your fingers and spilling his loads over you and his stomach.

he can still feel the toy buzzing away at his cock, making him whine from the feeling of overstimulation. whines turn into loud moans again when you shift the toy over to rest on his tip, teasingly rolling it over his slit and off.

“just one more, okay? you did so good, my dear. gimme one more” capitano could briefly hear your voice call out to him, cooing out praises and gentle, loving nicknames through the hazy cotton filled brain of his. all he could do was just nod.

after all, capitano is your doting, willing husband. he’ll do anything to make you happy.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Could you make a fic where Miguel gets the female reader pregnant and they're happy but he's worried about her safety? Maybe have a villain find out? Cause some angst?

A/n: Yesss!

Warnings: blood/ death.

Miguel couldn’t believe that you were pregnant with his child, while he may never admit it he did let a few tears fall when you told him and of course that was not going to stop him from being protective over you, maybe a bit over protective.

He kept a watchful eye on you, he always did his best to make sure that you were by his side. He loved to watch you, you had this glow about you. You were so beautiful.

Placing a hand on your growing belly he had to kneel down to caress your stomach due to his height. “I can not wait to meet you.” It was a whisper but you managed to hear it.

“I know they can’t wait either…and neither can I because boy am I exhausted.” You muttered.

Snorting, Miguel placed a kiss to your belly then looked up smiling. “Would you like for me to give you a message?”

Rolling your eyes you let your fingers run through his hair then playfully pushed his face away. “I know that look in your eyes Miguel, it’s how I got pregnant in the first place. Besides don’t you have..oh I don’t know. Work to do?” You teased lightly.

Groaning, Miguel stood up letting his teeth run over one of his fangs. “I wasn’t going to suggest right away…I was going to weight a bit….but fine yes you’re right but please don’t leave the house.” He hated the thought of leave you alone but he knew he had too, just for a moment.

“I love you.”

Smiling you ran your hand over your belly. “I love you too.”

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Miguel did his best to return home as quickly as possible though his stomach dropped when he realized that the door was opened. Panic rushing through him, he started to frantically look around the house.

Blood, a small amount of blood including a note. Hand shaking he picked up the paper, eyes flashing red clenched his hands into fists. So they thought that they could take you?

His beloved, his soulmate?

They will not get away with this, he will kill every last one of them.

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Groaning, you winced feeling a sticky substance on the back of your head. Reaching up you pulled your hand away spotting blood. “Of course…fuck where am I?” Your head was still spinning but from what you could see you were locked in some room.

Gritting your teeth you slowly sat up wrapping your arms protectively around your belly though your stomach dropped when it finally hit you, you were kidnapped.

Miguel, god you hoped he was alright, prayed nothing happened to him though your body tensed hearing screams.

Terrified screams, your heart was pounding as you slowly stepped away from the door. You did your best to stop yourself from shaking as the door flew off it’s hinges.

“Miguel.” His name was a whisper, it seemed like he barley recognized you. You could see blood on his claws, his fingers flexing, chest heaving as his eyes scanned the room until he locked eyes with you.

Your name falling off his lips as his eyes slowly returned to normal, as he took a few shaking steps towards you and soon you were on his arms. He did his best to cheek you over. A small growl escaping his lips seeing the blood. Placing your hand on his cheek you gave him a weak smile. “I’m okay.”

“You’re not…this is.” Shaking his head, Miguel fell to his knees as he wrapped his arms around your elastic drawing you in close. Tears fell down his cheeks as he hugged you close. “I’m sorry…this is all my fault you got hurt,you got hurt because of me.”

Shaking your head you let your fingers run thrift his hair to calm him. His tears soaking your shirt, you knew he would blame himself but you couldn’t blame him.

It was bound of happen, someone was blind to take you.

“Miguel…I’m alright…it was just a little bump.I’m okay now….let’s go home…..you can give me that message okay.”

Chuckling weakly, Miguel blinked away his tear as he slowly stood up. Placing a kiss to your temple he then held you tightly against his chest, hugging you protectively. “Keep your eyes closed until we’re out of here.”

He didn’t want you to see the bodies, he did not want to traumatize you any further.

“Promise me you won’t look?”

Cupping his cheek, you let your thumb glide across his cheek. “I promise.”

Nodding his head he lifted you up as you pressed your face in his neck, keeping your promise you kept his eyes close as Miguel stepped away from the scattered remains of the men that took you.

With you safely in his arms he kept his head high, nothing will keep you from him and with a child on the way.

That was another one he will protect at all cost.

[rubiehart]

Jj taking care of drunk reader at party or something lol

he’d kept half an eye on you all night, partly for your safety, knowing you have a knack for getting hammered, and partly to watch the way your body swayed to the music, almost in slow motion to jj in the soft orange glow of the bonfire.

he engages in lazy conversation with a group of people, pogues and tourons mixed but he wasn’t too focused on what the conversation was about, watching as you stumbled over to the keg for the umpteenth time that night, licking over his lips as he watched you struggle, concealing his smirk.

leaving the group and making his way over to you, combat boots crunching the sand underneath him as he neared, hearing you mumble to yourself as you fiddled with the tap, chuckling to himself and you turned around with furrowed brows, ready to argue with whatever asshole was laughing at you, liquid courage coursing through your veins.

spinning on your heel with eyes squinted angrily, losing the anger automatically when you see the face of your blonde haired friend, dropping your red solo cup to the sand and practically jumping into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as you chirp. “hi jj.”

he pulls you away after a few seconds, keeping his on your upper arms with a soft smile on his face. “someone’s a little drunk, huh?” and you roll your eyes, smiling mischievously and shaking your head, bending down quickly to retrieve your solo cup from the ground, spinning on your heel to attempt to refill your cup again.

before you can even pick up the hose, the cup was plucked from your grip by a tanned arm, holding it high above his head so you couldn’t reach. “hey!” you groan in frustration, spinning back around to look at him with your arms crossed over your chest.

“give it back, i need that.” and he just shakes his head, still smiling. “think you’ve had enough of the good shit, yeah?” and you just shake your head, eyeing him up and down as he chuckles.

pouncing on you, lifting you up over his shoulder as you flop down against his muscular back, thumping your fists weakly against his shoulder blades in protest. “put me down! being such a party pooper jayj.”

and he shakes his head, adjusting you on his shoulder, harsh ringed grip on your thigh as he does so, boots crunching as he ventures up the sandy bank back towards where the twinkie was parked, lowering you into the passenger seat and fastening your seatbelt for you as you slump against the seat with a groan.

he rounds the bonnet, sticking his tongue out at you as he slumps down into the driver’s seat, turning the key and stepping on the gas. “loser.” you mumble, arms still crossed over your chest, gaze fixed on where the headlights light up the quiet street.

he grins and raises his eyebrows, reaching for the radio volume and twisting the knob to lower it down. “what was that sunshine?” and you sigh. “nothin’.” he nods his head with a chuckle. “thought so.”

[youryanderedaddy]

tw: female reader, non - con, humiliation, obsessive thoughts, victim - blaming, hinted kidnapping

I'm thinking about the type of man who can't decide if he loves you or hates you - forever lost between these two painful, opposing feelings.

It's not like he doesn't feel the pull - his heart clenching and aching at the mere sight of you, bloodshot eyes watering and cold lips trembling with need. He's not stupid, he knows he feels something towards you. You're sweet and kind and patient - you're the only person who turns to him when he tries to speak up. You smile and chuckle to ease the tension when his mind turns off abruptly, you gently brush your fingers against his as you hand him the documents and wish him a sweet little "Good luck!". You bring homemade cookies and fizzy lemonade to the office parties none of your colleagues care about.

You're a fucking bundle of sunshine and roses - so of course he feels something for you, and that something is hatred.

How dare you act so high and mighty, like you're so much better than everyone else - so much better than him? Do you think you're too good for this dead corporate job that seems to suck the life out of people? Do you think you're some type of Godsend to all the miserable overworked souls? He's sure you do, and it makes it hard to look at you.

It's hard to look at your smile that lights up any room you enter. It's hard to avert his eyes when you try to ask him about his day. It's hard to take in your form in those painfully long bright dresses - hanging just above the knee, teasing the mind with so many possibilities of what's underneath. It's hard to ignore the tightening inside his pants, the heat between his thighs - the way his throat dries up and his heartbeat speeds up when his gaze travels to your wet, glistening lips despite his best efforts. It's hard to be in the same space as you - so it must be hate, right?

Yes, he must hate you. He hates you so much he often fantasizes about pushing you to your knees right there in the office - in front of everyone, and just forcing his length down your eager little throat. He imagines you'd struggle weakly, but would eventually give in - thick wet tears running down your puffy cheeks, your mascara ruined and your red lickstick all messed up as he smears his pre - cum all over your open mouth. You'd sob, your fists shaking against his thighs before your new role as nothing more than his cumdump sinks in and you're made to endure any and all abuse he wants you to.

Other times the setting of his fantasies is a lot more personal - a lot more intimate. Sometimes you're laying in his own bed, sprayed open like a starfish - tied up with your eyes covered, completely unaware of your surroundings. The only similarity that remains consistent is his roughness - even in his hate-fueled dreams he's impatient to touch you, to have you, to ruin you. His strong hands itch to tear apart the only barrier between his fingers and your body, his teeth ache to rip into your soft, welcoming flesh. He's shaking all over, anticipating the sweet little moment when it will become too much for you - the pain, the fear, the unwanted pleasure - and you'd cry out in that adorable tiny voice you used to greet him with.

He hopes you'd feel betrayed. He hopes you'd be repelled, shocked, even disgusted when he pumps you full of sticky warm cum and finally takes off the mask covering your eyes. You'd meet his gaze just as he loses himself in the ecstasy of your vulnerable boy - sparkling eyelashes wet and matted to each other as the gasp dies at your parted lips. Then he'd kiss you - but not gently, not like a lover. He'd violate you with his lips and teeth and tongue, he'd explore every inch of your insides and make you feel defiled. Sullied. Unable to be loved by anyone else again.

Yes, he thinks, he would love to teach you a lesson. It's only fair, right? You drive him mad every single day - so maybe it's time for him to return the favour. And if your tea tastes just a bit off today - and if he's a bit too willing to drive you home, well, maybe you shouldn't have been so nice. You shouldn't have smiled so sweetly at him. You shouldn't have held his hand so tightly.

You only have yourself to blame, really.

[miguelhugger2099]

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Summary: Interactive SMUT with submissive Miguel! Choose your own path! A/N: you guys are spoiling him!! surely this wont have consequences... Art: Andalusia on twt <<Prev Next>>

-punish him! overstim him and DENY relief -let it slide! overstim him and ALLOW relief! [SELECTED]

You smirk down at him, your hand coming down the side of his face to cup his cheek between your thumb and index finger. Your thumb smears the glistening sheer of cum and spit across his skim. With your thumb grazing his bottom lip, Miguel takes it in his mouth and gently sucks the mixed fluids off you, humming in delight. 

“Hiciste bien, amor. But you got a little carried away, no?” You watch with a teasing smile as his eyes hazily reach up to yours. 

“‘m sorry…” He mumbles with your thumb in his mouth. You shush him quickly. “Don't worry. Mama's not mad at you.” 

Miguel shivers and whines, mumbling a soft mami, and both his cock and his heart jumps at your affection. You slip your thumb from his mouth and usher him to lay down on the bed with you.

He scrambles up from the floor, hauling himself up on the bed and sits on his knees beside you. He clutches his hands into fists tightly on his thighs. He wants so badly to rut himself into you, on you–on something–just for relief in his balls but he restrains himself. 

“You're not?” He breathes out. You place a hand above his fist and your other hand on his stomach. Miguel's body twitches and you see his cock practically trying to rip through the fabric.

“No, sweetheart. In fact, I'll return the favor. Pain feels good, yeah?” You smile and lean in close to his lips. 

Miguel 's pupils dilate and he nods vigorously. 

You push his chest down gently, Miguel tipping over and stumbling back onto the plush pillows while you settle between his legs. His body shakes as he meets your eyes. Your head coming down to kiss down his stomach, grinning when you made contact with his happy trail.

Without you telling him, Miguel lifts his hips up so you could take off his boxers. You lift the waistband up and down his legs to which he wanted to kick them off immediately. He couldn't wait much longer.

His cock sprung up, long and thick with a bulbous and angry tip that oozed precum. With an embarrassed whine, Miguel's dick leaks another dribble of precum that runs down his shaft. You could see the glistening parts down his length that showed where his previous leaking had been drying at.

Licking your lips, you never got used to the sight of him. The way it curved slightly and showed you the veins down him that throbbed with each heartbeat. His hips bucked instinctively when you got too close–wanting to just shove his cock down your throat–and you jumped back in time.

You knew what he wanted–he was so easy to read like this. You couldn't help yourself though. You always jumped at the chance to tease him for a bit.

You lifted your head back up, running your lips through the valley between his pecs and gave him small kisses.

You gently stroke his cock, the heavy weight of it twitching as you continue to leave little bite marks on his chest. Miguel rolls his eyes back, sighing and choking out moans since he finally was getting some relief.

“Oh–yes–mhm! More…” He purred, angling his hips up to meet your hand. 

You squeeze his balls and he cries out. “What do we say?” You brush your tongue over his collarbone and he shivers.

Miguel huffs, a large blush on his cheeks and heart hammering in his chest. “P-please…” he whined.

“That's my good boy.”

“Good boy..” Miguel smiles weakly up at the ceiling, his heart fluttering at your words but contorts in pleasure when you pick up your pace. “Oh–God–!” He chokes.

Taking a small lick to his nipple, Miguel moans, his cock pulsing in your hand. He squeezes his eyes shut and arches his back. With your teeth, you bite around him and suck the hardening bud which makes Miguel gasp and writhe beneath you. His heart beats wildly, so much you could almost hear it if you were focused enough.

Moving onto his other nipple, Miguel cries and lets out whimpers when your hand comes up to cup his plump pec, thumb rubbing his nipple. With your mouth and hand at work at his chest, Miguel believed he was in heaven. He struggled to open his eyes and every chance he got, he was lulled back into the sensation of your touch.

He moans your name loudly, a little high pitched as he begs for more. He panted like a dog, his hands clutching the bed covers beside him. 

You leave his nipple with a pop, hot breath fanning his bruised and perky nub. You saw the bite mark slowly form around him and grinned. Your hand continues to pinch around his other nipple in time with the twists on his cock.

Lowering yourself down his chest, you left more kisses and playful bites on his skin. Slowly, you paused your stoking where Miguel mewled pathetically, his body quivering and weak.

His eyes were glossy, tasting the bit of heaven and going mad when he lost it–even if it was temporary. Miguel looked down to see you facing down at his cock. For a moment, he was confused

He didn't expect to see you letting your spit drip down your tongue and onto his tip. The contact made him stiffen and he twitched when your thumb rubbed across his slit, mixing your two fluids together.

He could barely get your name out before you dived between his legs, enveloping his large cock with your lips and into your mouth. Miguel nearly screamed and instead of doing that, let out a deep groan from within his throat and grabbed onto your hair.

His fingers gripped your strands tightly and forced you further down his length. Expecting that, you relaxed your jaw and let him slide deeper down your throat before slipping it back out.

You heard his desperate whining from above you, tears bubbling in his eyes and eyelashes as he gave into his desires. Your tongue slipped under his shaft, prodding and licking at the throbbing thick vein and he squeezed his meaty thighs around your head.

Letting out a low moan, the vibrations surrounded his cock and he moaned with you. “Yes, yes, yes–fuck, yes!” Miguel whimpered, his jaw clenched so hard the veins on his neck appeared and his fangs grew larger.

Your hand squeezed his pecs again, thumb and index finger twisting and pulling on his nipple and he thrusted his hips up with a cry of your name. “Por favor, mami–por fa!” 

Saliva had dripped and soaked his cock, making your sucking sound out with a wet slurping. You took him deeper like you've done many times before but somehow when he's pulsing like this, his dick seems to grow bigger each time.

You slipped off his cock and used your tongue to lick the outline of it that made Miguel buck his head back into the pillow. You sucked only the tip of him, running your tongue along his slit which had Miguel shaking and twitching. Always so sensitive.

Licking down his length, you sucked his balls in your mouth, tugging it gently and Miguel howled his arousal. With an angry grunt, he ripped you off with a painful pull of your hair and shoved you back down on his cock.

Your eyes widened, unprepared for his sudden dominance so you gagged on him, spit surrounding and dripping out your mouth and making a mess between you two. Miguel went mindlessly numb, pumping your head up and down with hard pulling and his cock thrusting in rhythm that barely gave you time to breathe.

“Mi ángel, mi hermosa diosa–uy, carajo–!” He groans, bucking his hips wildly into your mouth. His jaw is slacked, his tongue nearly lolling out while drool spills on the side of his mouth. 

In an attempt to regain control, you tried to pry his thighs apart and pin them down but he was stronger. He had you going in slow and fast strokes–whatever he wanted and needed to chase his high. 

A deep groan rumbled from his chest, his fingers curled around your hair to bring your head up and down in slow but hard sucking. Unable to take your control back, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. He used your mouth while you struggled to suck all of him at your own pace, yet the arousal pooling between your legs came back. A sign that even though you loved him submitting to you–a little pain once in a while never bothered you. “Quiero llenar tu boca–MM–mierda!” Miguel moans, panting and screwing his eyes shut as he ruts into your mouth with abandon. The image of filling your mouth fueling him to unload his cum quicker.

He lets out a guttural groan, arching his back as his cock twitches and spurts his seed down your throat. Every single drop he'd been holding in had spilled into you, filling the walls of your mouth to the brim to the point where a lot of it spilled out of you. 

The copious amount ran down his cock and drenched his inner thighs and yet Miguel still kept pumping with a shake of his legs. He pulled you off him, the bottom half of your face covered in white sticky cum, your eyes brimmed with tears and your chest heaving to finally catch a breath.

Miguel took advantage of your haze, pushing you down on your back and pulled your legs apart. He rubbed his soft cock against your pussy, smearing a mix of his cum, your saliva, and your juices to get himself hard again. He leaned down to nibble your ear.

“Wanna fill you…I need to fuck you.” He groaned with his words slurring together and he continued to hump your sopping cunt to prepare both of you for what was to come.

Snapping the bubble of your haze, you held onto his arms and gripped your nails into his skin which made him purr in delight.

Fuck, he got confident. The half lidded look in his eyes that devoured your body made you feel another pool of arousal throb in your cunt. Or is it just a fueled ego that could be crushed? Your pride took a hit but he was still brainless from his orgasm. His attitude could be temporary. You needed to think fast.

A/N: the near 50/50s are killing me why is the miguel community so split on either spoiling him or being mean to him

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