#BITES AND RIPS AND TEARS INTO A PILLOW

[candyredterezii]

not joking but antony starr deserves a fucking award for his acting as homelander in the boys its honestly fucking top tier amazing and incredible

this man frightens me genuinely-

[monotone-artist]

recently finished totk and i am. SO normal about them rn. (also i drew this from memory and looked at a single blurry pic of the light dragon exactly once just to check i got her arms right so! welp)

[id: some colorless sketches featuring link and the light dragon from legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom. one sketch is of the light dragon flying, so big only her front half appears on the canvas. link is flying with the paraglider, looking at her as he passes her head. another sketch is of the light dragon twisting about midair, her jaws open as she cries big tears. the final sketch is just of the light dragon's head, her expression blank as link lies back on her snout, his arms crossed behind his head, looking upward with a quiet, sad look on his face. end id]

[biohazard-inevitable]

Man i wish i could make myself some steak soley for the purpouse of biting into a flesh texture as hard as i can. Sometimes i wanna bite my friends but also do more sometimes i want to rip flesh apart, but i cant do that to my friends gaaaaahhhhhh gimme some steak so i can rip into it!!!!!

[mysticarcanum]

look. being misgendered is whatever. i know what i look like and all that, it happens all the time and it's chill. but being misgendered by my work nemesis (at a job where i am fully out AND my work nemesis was talked to about how he shouldn't misgender me previously) is something else. it's like some looney toons shit. i was already so mad about having to talk to him and then he misgendered me and my brain popped right out of my skull and flew away

[ohimsummer]

LIFE LESSONS ft. BULLY! SATORU

— minors dni, hair pulling, one mention of biting, slight dumbification, bully! satoru x fem! reader, meandom! satoru, degradation (reader called a slut and a whore), gagging, possessiveness, spanking

wc 1k

Gojo claims a lot of things. That he’s the strongest, the hottest, the smartest, the most sought after, all things you believe are up for debate. He’s annoying is what he is. Loves to poke at you, literally and figuratively, and spout random shit just to get under your skin. So when Gojo’s in the middle of his daily harassment routine, and he growls “You’re mine” before walking away, you don’t take him seriously. You haven’t before, so why should you now?

“Stupid slut.,” Gojo jeers into your neck. “Did you think I was joking?”

You gag again around fingers bullying their way in your mouth, almost touching the back of your throat, the taste of yourself still lingering on them. Salty tears prick the corner of your eyes and spill over your lash line; you can feel the burning redness in your eyes, such a faint sensation compared to the sloppy drags of Gojo’s heavy cock in your cunt. He throws down another blow to your bruised ass, tinted red and decorated with dark blemishes and bite marks. Your pussy spasms around his length which continues to batter your velvety insides; Gojo’s hand jumps from your waist to your hair, grabbing a fistful to snatch your head level with his.

“Answer my fucking question.,” he grunts against your cheek, licking and nibbling at the tear-stained skin. “What, you thought I wasn’t serious?”

Of course you didn’t, who was Gojo to make a claim over you? Calling you his when he knows how much you can’t stand him? His words were mostly forgotten the second he was out of view and, just to be spiteful, you flirted with some random guy right in front of Gojo’s face the next day. You’re his? You’ll show him who you belong to.

A shaky whine dribbles out from your kiss-swollen lips as he rips another orgasm from you, walls convulsing around him as your eyes roll back and your juices sloppily squirt all over his pants. You can’t help admit you’re definitely eating your own words right now. Yeah, you’re really showing Satoru Gojo who you belong to by letting him have his way with you in your own dorm room.

“Wanna tell me who that fucking loser was, hm, princess?,” Gojo demands, low tone in your ear making your dripping walls flutter.

He pulls his fingers back to rest on your tongue; drool pools around the digits and messily leaks from the corners of your mouth.

“I-I don’t know hi–“

He drives forward a hard thrust, cockhead slamming your g-spot and you senselessly wail out a Satoru!

“Oh, so this was some kind of game?” Satoru shoves you into the mattress again. One hand between your shoulder blades and the other digging nails into the fatty flesh of your hips. He forces your back into an arch and readjusts his hips to fuck deliberate, hard strokes into your pussy, new angle allowing him to continue pummeling the sweet spot of your insides. You bury your face in one of your pillows in an effort to muffle the numerous moans tumbling from your lips, clawing at baby pink sheets now soaked with spit and cum. Drool smears against your face, and your tongue hangs over your bottom lip as each thrust propels you forward.

“What part of you’re. Mine,” You cry out as Gojo punctuates the words with two harsh slams of his hips, “did you not understand?”

He rolls his hips against your ass in short, quick thrusts, effectively grinding his cock into the spongy spot of your walls and you whimper in complaint as Gojo reaches around to rub at your clit. Fast, vicious circles on your soaked nub, shooting agonizing pleasure throughout your entire body as you mewl his name again. Shirt caught between his teeth, Gojo watches in awe at the way his dick easily disappears within you. Thin, messy strings of past orgasms coat his cock in a translucent sheen of white. Sticky and wet to form a natural lubricant so he can continue fucking your little hole.

“You think some asshole like that could ever get you to feel this way?” He grunts, pressure on your clit building as he grows even more angry with you. He curses, sinks his fangs into your neck before his lips brush over the mark. “You think I’d ever let them try?”

His voice is strained, thrusts growing uneven and you can tell he’s close. Gojo runs a hand up your sides, grazing the sheets, and laces his fingers with yours next to your head. He squeezes your hand, still thoroughly pounding into your creamy pussy, drinks in the desperate moans and whimpers of his name you can’t help but let out.

“Tell me you’re mine.,” he demands. “Shout it, so everyone can hear.”

“I’m yours.,” you pant immediately between sobs.

Gojo lands a smack on your ass. “Not loud enough.”

“ ‘M yours–!,” you can’t even fully get this one out before he’s slapping your raw behind for the second time.

“Louder.,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

And Gojo does it again, smacks your ass, makes you repeat just who you belong to until you’re screaming it out. Over the sound of his pelvis slamming against you, over the wet squelching of his dick ramming your cunt, over his final, drawn-out groan as you gush on his cock again, pussy milking him as Gojo marks your abused insides with his cum. Your legs go numb, limbs now limp on the bed and he hovers over your exhausted body. The ticklish feeling of featherlight kisses travels up your spine, up to your neck and over your warm, wet cheeks. Gojo gives your hand another firm squeeze, and then takes both hips in his hands to massage your skin under an unfamiliar, soft touch.

“Now, what did we learn?,” he hums and presses another kiss to the corner of your lips.

Your eyelids flutter open to peek at him, and you catch bright flecks of blue in the corner of your vision. Between heaved breaths, you pant out, “I’m…all…yours…”

You tense for a second as Gojo gives you another slap on the rear, though not nearly as rough as before. “That’s my girl.”

[4izawas]

╰─▸ ❝ 𝐇𝐄’𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ( 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 ). ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: His eyes are hooded, dark with a venomous lust that used to frighten you — but you aren’t the shy lamb sent to slaughter that you once were, are you?

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: jujutsu kaisen | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ryomen sukuna/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 3.49k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: concubine reader, demon king sukuna, sacrificial lamb x vicious monster trope, fem reader, manipulative reader, canon-typical violence, background character death, reader got a death grip on sukuna w the pussy ngl, breeding kink, fingering, sukuna has two cocks bc duh?, throne sex, cowgirl, no condoms, double penetration, accidental voyeurism, minor exhibitionism, creampies, biting, kissing, pregnancy mentions, murder, blood, gore, didn’t think i’d have to say this verbatim ( but after wasted summer ig i must ) but reader isn’t a good person.

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: he is so so mean and yet … here i am wanting his balls in my mouth 😔✊

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

The stone flooring is cold against your bare feet, icy and sharp in ways that you used to be able to say you were unused to — but after a handful of years as your lord’s most desired concubine, you’d grown more than used to the endless chill of stone against your soles. 

Only a few short years ago you’d been sent into the mountains to the dusky temple of the demon lord Ryomen Sukuna, a toy for him to fuck then eventually rip apart as soon as he grew bored of you. Bound by the wrists with ropes that had scarred, you were dragged up the mountainside and thrown upon a vast stone table, bound yet again with your hands tugged over your head and your legs spread to opposing corners. Your inner thighs had each been granted one deep slash so blood would begin to flow, and then you had been abandoned there. Alone and in tears, night had fallen faster than you’d been found, and you’d almost felt frozen and delirious when the first shadows of a monstrous figure had caught your eyes. 

He had been a terrifying monster, sporting a vast mouth on his abdomen, two sets of eyes, four arms, and two pairs of legs all connected to a towering frame — all things normally singular about the human form had been doubled, and the owner of such a body had slunk over to you all while salivating. At first you’d feared he’d molest you, then you feared being devoured — but he’d mocked you cruelly and cut you loose before dragging you along behind him by the rope binding your wrists with your slit thighs screaming, your journey ending with him casting you at a half dozen women you later learned to be his concubines, and you’d not left his great stone temple in the mountains ever since. On the contrary, your life had become much easier — you led a life of luxury nestled comfortably on your knees atop a plush pillow next to your lord’s hip, you followed wherever he led you to go, and you warmed his bed and his cock whenever he so chose — which was often. 

Today was one such day, and you desired nothing more than to ready yourself to see the man who clung to you as if he were starved and you were a magicked feast. 

“Off to see the King again?” one of the other concubines, Ino, asks snidely as you loosely drape chains of delicate gold over your skin, and you sigh. Ino always started fights whenever she saw the chance, and you were more than tired of it. Still, a verbal spar was nothing for the King to sneeze at, so he wouldn’t make any attempts to stop it; some days he even found the arguments amusing. 

“Must I really answer your question?” You ask tiredly. “He has called for me—“

“As he does every day,” another concubine, Shouko, snaps. “He never calls upon us anymore, not like you.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” you snap back, and in response the bane of your existence stomps forward, smelling of the honeysuckle and melons that grew along the mountainside where you all resided. 

“Maybe if you’d not come here and thrown yourself at him like a common whore, we wouldn’t be in this predicament,” Inko, Ino’s elder sister, snarls aggressively. Her eyes are dark and stormy, and her voice low and angry like a startled rattlesnake. “We all had a proper system before you came and ruined everything — but that’s all you know how to do, isn’t it? Traipsing in here practically naked from your first day and swallowing his cock down like it was what you were born for, then even daring to take away my night as well as Komori’s the following day.” Komori was another concubine, one nearly as bitter as Inko; she, however, chose to ruin what few of your belongings she could rather than spar with you verbally.

It was always the same with them — always angry that your lord doted on you more than the others, that he cooed at you so fondly while growls were occasionally sent their way ( growls you’d never received ), and that jewels and silks were lain reverently across your soft skin as rewards for earning his affections. “Maybe he likes me better for a reason, Inko,” you say coldly, standing your ground. “Maybe he isn’t calling upon you anymore because he’s realized how much of a surly bully you are — or maybe he’s grown tired of your once overused loose cunt.”

The sound of a  loud, harsh slap echoes through the room, followed immediately by startled gasps of shock and your face stinging painfully; as much as you all threw poisoned words through the air like arrows were loosed from an archer’s bow, none of you had ever dared lay a hand on one another. 

Your face burns, both from the pain from the hard slap and from a barely repressed anger, as you turn back from where it had been forcibly swung to the side at Inko’s strike to glare at her. 

“You’ll start being a lot happier with your life when you stop basing it around both mine and a man’s,” you hiss before exiting the makeup room and navigating your way through the halls of Lord Sukuna’s temple before finally entering the throne room. He was listening to a few servants of his describe the look of the lands outside the temple, and what they believed the upcoming winter would offer them, but he brushed them away upon realizing you’d entered. 

“Oh, my sweet treasure,” he purred warmly. “Come closer so I can bask in your beauty as I do every day.”

Obedient as always, you do just that, drifting closer before kneeling before him in acknowledgement of his power. Before you do so, you see the look in his eyes, and it sends a shot of fire to your stomach that you know all too well; his eyes are hooded, dark with a venomous lust that used to frighten you — but you aren’t the shy lamb sent to slaughter that you once were, are you?

“My lord Ryomen,” you murmur in a voice as thick and sweet as honey while just as deceptive as it would be when a part of a trap for flies. He stands, striding down the short set of stairs that led to his throne for you as he did for no other, and in a gruff voice commands you to stand at your full height. You do as told like always, and it doesn’t take long for him to catch sight of your aching face, which was no doubt starting to bruise.  

He gently grabs you by the jaw, careful that his claws do not prick your soft skin as he tilts your head to reveal your cheek to him. “Your beautiful face…” King Sukuna rumbles lowly, his voice an angered growl as he gently tips you by his grip on your jaw to look at the bruising handprint marring your face, and his eyes are as stormy as the sky outside of the temple as thunder booms amongst the clouds. “Who dared do this to you?”

“Inko,” you murmur quietly, then whine, “She called me a common whore and said I ruin everything. It hurt my feelings.”

“She will be punished,” he promises, cupping your face and kissing your forehead fondly in a show of slight sweetness that you knew he showed no other and strove to keep hidden at all times. Typically his words would comfort you, but not today. You were tired of Inko’s behavior, and a week locked alone in a room with nothing but bread and milk was no longer fitting in your eyes. 

You wanted her dead.  

“Fill me with your seed, my Lord,” you beg sweetly, and he groans while grabbing you borderline painfully tight and grinds your crotches together as you stand together in the throne room, allowing you to feel him at half-hardness. “I want to carry your spawn for you, just like you always say.” It was true; Demon King Ryomen Sukuna was a weak man when it came to his almost wicked thoughts of breeding one of his women’s fertile cunts, but he’d not yet filled any of his concubines’ wombs with life. That privilege, you knew, was to be yours alone — and with how desperately you knew he wanted it, you’d get your prize of Inko’s head on a golden plate and he would get his of the instinctual want for an heir before the week was up. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, standing as high on your tiptoes as you can to do so, and as usual he dips down so you can mouth sweetly at his skin, feeling one pair of arms rest at your hips while the other gently cup your face. “Let me ride you on your throne, my king,” you whisper sweetly, pulling your face from his hold and closing your teeth around one of his earlobes, tugging lightly. You both feel and hear the aroused growl leave his throat, and you move to nip at the base of his throat before asking again. “Please, beloved one?” you beg lightly, pressing a kiss to his jaw as he basks in the attention from your lips and your now wandering hands, which bury themselves in his hair in just the way he likes. “I want you to fill me in the way that only you will ever be able to. I desire the honor of bringing you life.”

You’re being dragged to his throne before you know it, your words plenty enough to tip him over any and all edges he had when it came to you, and he’s taking a seat and tugging you up onto his lap with a practiced ease that you both remembered all too well. He grinds his cock up into the crux of your thighs, his already hard length pressing against the place you were always bare for him beneath your skirts so perfectly. It only takes a moment for him to loose his cock from his robes, and even less time for him to press two of the fingers on one of his other three hands into your wet hole, the appendages curling just so inside so as to toy with you and prepare you for the vast stretch of one ( or even both ) of his cocks. 

“F-Fuck — M’Lord, there-!” You whimper shakily, hips bucking into his touch as he presses one callused thumb to your clit and begins drawing harsh circles on it in time with each curl of his fingers. 

“I know, sweet treasure, I know,” He murmurs softly. “I’ll take care of you — gotta get ya’ all nice and sloppy for me, dear one.”

“No more!” You whine impatiently. “Want you in me!”

His eyes are already dark, but they seem to darken even further at your senseless pleading. “As my foolish girl begs,” he says in mock-sweetness, pulling his fingers from your sopping cunt with a wet shlk! and beginning to use what you’d left on them to wet his cock rather than lick them clean like usual. Your heart ba-bump!s in your chest as a nervous shiver courses through you, but you don’t back down — you’d take his cocks and the resulting child of this coupling as well. 

“Oh gods — yes, please-!” you whimper, feeling the way he drags his cock against your slickened slit, and he chuckles lightly before pressing the fat head in. A stuttery gasp falls from your lips as your head does likewise to his shoulders, and you cling to him desperately as you begin to sink down onto him entirely. In what feels like forever ( but is really only a couple short seconds ) he’s fully sheathed inside of you, and you both still for a moment to soak in the feeling of both filling and being full — and the the Demon King decides the time to adjust is up, and begins fucking up into you. 

You bounce on his lap, moaning brazenly like a woman in a whorehouse, and your nails dig into his skin as he uses you like a toy for his own pleasure. Each drag of his thick cock inside you alights a fire in your belly as it always does, and you keen from your place on his lap as all four of his arms rove your body — two palming at your tits, one rubbing cruel circles on your swollen clit, and the third thrown around your waist. 

“Fuck… Fuck…” he moans, biting at your neck, and you whine needily while grinding down on him, trying your hardest to tempt him into forcing his second cock inside. Unfortunately, you doubted he would, considering he was always so cautious not to break his favorite toy ( you weren’t a fool, there was no love in his heart — there remained no heartstrings for you to tug on, only his sensitive cock. ), but seemingly today was an exception as a hand on one of your tits releases it just so he can grab his second length and press it against your sopping wet hole. The thick ring of cream around the base of the cock he’d already filled you with smears across his second as he urges the tip inside, a short scream falling from your lips as it pops in after a long moment of slightly-pained pressure. 

You’re overfull, tears are rolling down your cheeks, but Lord Sukuna just licks them up and begins using your body like the hole to fuck it is, bluncing you brutally on both of his cocks all while still seated on his massive throne. Behind you, you hear the wide doors to the throne room open, but it isn’t until a scandalized cry fills the room that you turn to look while your lord master continues fucking you without a care in the world for the eyes watching. 

“My Lord-? Oh gods, my apologies! I beg your forgiveness, my king!” The hand that had wandered in wails, falling to his knees in subservience at the realization that he’s just walked in on his lord taking his most favorite concubine in the throne room. The sight of both of his king’s cocks sinking so deeply into your glistening cunt had his own single cock twitching beneath his robes, but there was no way in hell he would ever dare to act on such a thing; the last time someone other than the king himself had touched a concubine with their unworthy hands, both had been torn apart in the King’s rage and fed to the carrion birds. 

“Fuck, you’re nothing but my sweet whore, aren’t you?” Sukuna groans deeply, ignoring the man entirely as you refocus entirely on him and the feelings he was forcing upon you. 

“Y-Yes, my king,” you moan shakily, your eyelashes fluttering as an ever-present knot starts to grow tighter in your lower belly alongside the overfull feeling, fueled by a heat that always burns in his presence.

“Cum on my cocks,” Sukuna orders through a moan. “Give it to me, I command you — I want to feel your cunt pulse around me as you come undone.” As he speaks he speeds up the circles he was drawing on your clit, and within moments you’re falling apart around him, crying out in ecstasy as he lets out a demonic roar and oresses himself as deeply inside as he can before emptying his balls. Faintly you register his eyes rolling back as he cums, but you’re too wrapped up in him to truly give a damn about any of it. 

After a few moments he begins to tug you off of his lengths, the muscles in your body just as instinctually unwilling to give them and their stretch up as you are as a natural resistance shows before being overtaken by you clenching down on him. “No,” you whimper, holding him tight. “Mine.”

“Y’gotta let me go, my precious jewel,” he rumbles quietly, and the urge to actually cry fills you and you just cling tighter. 

“No,” you say again, a fresh wave of tears stinging at your eyes. “Don’t wanna.”

A low groan falls from his lips, but he stops fighting you. You barely react as he lifts you, his inhuman strength making most any show of strength possible ( and making lifting you something easily scoffed at ), and you do likewise as he carries you off to his private chambers. A questioning noise falls from your half-chapped lips as he closes the massive open door of the two closed behind him, and he just shushes you before pulling the silk sheets and thick blankets and furs back before placing you on them. He’s straddling you, still stuck due to your clinging, and it takes a brief moment of wrestling with you before he manages to finally pull out. 

A borderline sickly wet noise fills both his and your ears as his cocks are drawn from your needy cunt, and the rush of thick demon cum that follows makes you whine pathetically. He just clicks his tongue at you and tugs on a rope made of golden chord that would ring a bell in one of the servant’s halls and summoned one such person, ordering them to ready your nightly meal ( despite the sun still being up ) so you could eat then sleep at your own leisure. Once the trembling man is gone, he joins you in bed. 

“I hope you meant your urging for me to grant you a child,” he purrs, biting at your shoulder while you press close to him. He pulls away, sitting up on the side of the bed, “Because there’s no going back now — you will carry my seed in your belly until you birth me a child.”

None of this matters to you. You had always planned to birth his first child, had always known that it was what your fate held for you — this moment was not for talk of a baby, no. You wanted your prize. 

“My dearest lord,” you sniffle needily, sliding from the bed on shaky legs and sinking to your knees between his legs, then propping yourself up over your crossed arms on them with a pout downturning your lips. A quickly growing puddle of his leaking cum begins to drip on the floor between your legs. “Please kill Inko — she’s so very mean to me, and all the other concubines are too because she’s been here so long.” Your bottom lip trembles as fresh tears start, and he sighs. 

“But her cunt is so sweet, dear one,” he murmurs, and you whimper and hide your face in one thick, muscled thigh. 

“You said she was loose. Besides, she hit me — I carry your spawn inside of me, and she hit me.” You didn’t have even his cum in you then, much less a conceived child — but you knew how to play the Demon King’s instincts, and the slight angered huff through his nostrils betray the rage simmering beneath his skin. All it would take was the tiniest push further. “It was the face this time, the face you own, but what if she pushes me down the stairs next? I could lose my life.”

Growling fills the air, and you know you've done it. 

“Rest here,” he says quietly, his voice shaking with rage, “Servants will be here to attend to you in a few minutes.”

He helps you up with one hand, half-tossing you onto the cushy bed, then begins making his way out of his private rooms. “Where are you going?” you call innocently, pushing a frightened tremor into your voice. “My lord Ryomen, please don’t leave me — I’m always so frightened without you!”

He stops in the middle of the room; you can see him shaking with anger. “I have business to attend to,” he says through gritted teeth. 

Your eyes glitter. “Come back to me soon, beloved one — I miss you desperately every moment you are away.” 

A grunt is your only response, and he exits the room as servants wheel in your dinner. You curl up prettily in his massive nest of a bed, and you peruse the options he’d granted you eagerly. When he was done, he’d use the excess rage to fuck you again — you’d need to quell what appetite you have now and then some if you wanted enough energy to survive. 

In the distance, furious roaring mixes with shrill, fearful screaming, and you delicately tug apart the roast duck you’d been served as the sounds of more concubines than just Inko being killed fills the temple. Servants cower, and the younger cupbearers whimper, but you just smile softly and hold out your emptied cup. 

“I would like more pear juice, please.”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[sooniebby]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝟰: 𝗔/𝗕/𝗢, 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

Bottom male reader. Riki is a continuous OC. No need to read past ones to read this one. creampies (obv)—Riki is not lucid the entire time and acts entirely animalistic. Straight to sex for this one—reader has a cock

“Riki….?”

You walked inside your boyfriend’s apartment and closed the door behind you, looking around for any sight of anything troubling. His phone call to you earlier was short and a bit panicky. You worried heavily when the call ended abruptly

So you rushed here. But it looked like nothing happened. Everything was simply fine.

You beelined over to Riki’s room, reaching the door knob when you heard the faint sound of something tearing.

You slowly turned the knob, peaking your head through to see Riki arched over on his bed, tearing at a pillow. His sharp teeth easily ripped the pillow with one little bite.

“Riki? Are your teeth hurting again?” You asked, walking over to him. He had once stupidly bit a pillow to ache his teeth once but it had worked last time.

Gently resting your hand on his neck, you felt him for any type of fever but only a growl escaped his throat. You backed up a bit, shocked at Riki’s sudden hostility until he slowly glanced up at you.

Oh.

Oh that’s why.

You felt his bloodshot eyes stare directly at you as his pupils were small. He focused solely on you and only you as when you slowly moved back, he followed you little sways. He was hyper focused.

“Riki….” You whispered, holding your hands up and out for him to see that you meant no harm.

You never truly deal with him on his rut. This was the first time you’d ever seen him so animalistic. Too far gone to actually think or say anything.

His teeth left the pillow as he slowly sat up, staring straight at you.

Riki was staring straight at you. And it seemed he had one thought on his mind seeing you right there in front of him.

Which led to you in the floor, legs arched up as he thrusted deep inside of you. You were lucky that you could produce some amount of slick to handle his cock ruining your ass.

Your dick flopped against your stomach, pre-cum leaking onto it. Riki didn’t say much, it was like he couldn’t think at all. He focused solely on breeding you.

It didn’t take long for you to cum—but he didn’t cum. Riki growled and flipped you over onto your legs and slammed right back inside of you, ignoring your whimpering.

You yourself wasn’t in heat meaning you couldn’t do it back to back like Riki could… but it seemed he didn’t care.

He leaned down over your back, growling at the fact you still had your shirt own. Using his free hand, he tore your shirt open. Riki trailed many kisses on your sweaty back, teeth grazing your skin before he reached your neck, biting down harshly on it.

You cried out, cumming once more at the constant thrusting on your prostate. But he didn’t cum himself.

So, he gripped your hips and rolled over to where he was on his back and you sat on his legs. With strength that sent shivers down your spine, he bounced you on his cock with just two hands around your waist.

“Riki…! Why..”

You tried to talk but soon found it was useless. It wasn’t like Riki could honestly answer you. Your moans filled the room, the only sound Riki made was grunts and growls.

Again, you came with a scream, your cock’s cum becoming more watery at this point. But Riki maneuvered you again.

You were pressed against the wall this time—his arm holding up one of your legs as he thrusted upwards into your aching hole. It was feeling overwhelming at this point.

Riki began to bite over your bonding mark, as a weird sense of comfort as he fucked you with the same constant speed he had for the three previous rounds.

You didn’t know why he wouldn’t cum… surely during a rut an alpha’s cock was way more sensitive?!

Riki grunted and suddenly, he slammed deep inside of you and you felt the telltale sign of his knot spreading. You groaned, happy to finally have some sort of break. His cum filled you with warmth as you lightly mewled at the nice feeling.

But he started moving again.

Even with the knot blocking him from fully pulling out, his cock still pulled out as much as it could before slamming back inside—forcing the cum deeper inside of you.

You cried out, already feeling so good that you were sure you couldn’t take anymore orgasms. Your cock was leaking dejectedly as Riki’s grip on your thigh tightened, leaving a light mark of his fingers into your skin.

“R….Riki~”

Riki only grunted as he slowed his thrusts to a stop, giving you a much needed moment of relaxation. You sighed, feeling his knot pumping more cum into your sore hole.

It was an uncomfortable position, your leg being held up while you were pressed against the wall. You felt Riki press some more soft kisses onto your neck—it felt as if he was slowly coming back to.

But it didn’t last long. Riki grabbed your other leg and held you up. He began to thrust deep inside you once more, holding you close. You cried out—your cock waking up once more.

Riki’s knot, though a little deflated, brushed against your prostate. It sent you into a slight frenzy, feeling overwhelmed with the constant pleasure.

You couldn’t handle it anymore and the fact you are know learning Riki could easily fuck you in this position—it was sending you to an overdrive.

So you came, again.. twice at once. But your cock only let out a small squirt of cum. Shit, you were officially out of cum.

But it wasn’t like Riki cared.

So, more and more positions—he seemed to enjoy seeing you on your knees—and you were on the bed, legs up high as he fucked you.

You weren’t even reacting at this point, body shaking as you stared off into space. Your cock bounced on your stomach and only released small little bursts of watery cum.

“R…Riki..” you muttered, hoping he’d just calm down.

It seemed like he was though as his thrusts this time were slower. His growls were less animalistic as he stared down at you. Your hole was squelching with each thrust from the large amount of cum filling you up.

Riki leaned down and bit harshly at your throat as he slammed deep inside of you and released his third knot of the night. You cried out and immediately felt faint, grunting when Riki collapsed on top of you.

He sighed and nuzzled himself deep into the crevice of your neck. Riki finally seemed content with his rut… at least for a few hours.

You groaned and felt your eyelids almost fluttered close when you felt the slight drag against your prostate.

Riki was pulling out.

You mewled as Riki slammed back inside of you.

Fuck… it didn’t seem like you were going to be free anytime soon..

Eh, not my most favorite kinks.. had some trouble writing this so sorry it’s a bit shorter than the others—hope it’s still good though :) I’m just happy kinktober is finally done lol

Tag list: @the-ultimate-librarian @mello-life69 @iwishtobeacrow @tehyunnie @remdayz @kiiyoooo @chill-guy-but-cooler @ofclyde @tomoeroi @smellwell

[plutolovesyou]

currently thinking about edging sub!ellie...so...whoops

"hnnn- fuckfuckfuck baby, please." she'd whine into your ear, clawing wherever she could reach on you, scratching up your shoulder blades, digging into your waist. as soon as you feel the familiar flutters of her pussy around your skillful fingers, you'd pull away with a smirk, watching her gleefully.

you slow your movements until there's only a stationary pad of your finger resting on her pulsing clit. you stare down at her as she's gasping and bordering on tearing up, face all red and hair disheveled. auburn strands a stark contrast from the white pillow she's laid upon.

she'd try to squirm around to make you continue touching her, but you don't comply. frustrated huffs and grunts fall from her lips as her bare chest heaves up and down with desperation.

"hmmm?" you'd coo at her, voice sweet on the surface, but laced with a patronizing taunt.

she'd sigh, muster up her remaining energy and throw a deathly glare at you, sharp enough to kill a man painlessly. unfortunately for her it only amuses you further, and you bite back a sneer.

eyebrows scrunched together with her gaze not leaving yours, she sputters through a clenched jaw, "i'm gonna kill you." you can't help but chuckle at the threat. you know she doesn't mean it, it was always funny when she got feisty.

"oh you don't wanna do that, no one fucks you as good as i do, baby." you finish your rebuttal by re-inserting two fingers into her weeping pussy once more, curling skyward until you hit the spot that breaks her.

within moments her back is arching into you and eyes squeezing shut, a symphony of melodic moans and whimpers flooding the room.

"yeah, that's what you wanted?" you tease, but it's ignored. you'll allow it this time. pumping in and out of her, you can tell she's getting close again, and the thought to rip it away from her yet again crosses your mind, but you've lost count at this point.

she's gripping onto your other arm as if her life depended on it, holding on so hard you swear you'll lose feeling in it.

never letting up your pace her whines increase in volume and frequency, her pussy swallowing up your digits with ease.

you're entranced by her, she's done so well you'll let her cum, finally. she's earned it.

"pleaseplease, yes, ah-" incoherent strings of pleas and delicious begs escape her, you watch as her toned abs flex and cave in as the feeling begins to build for her.

"that's it, c'mon." you mumble a praise, which acts as the gateway for her to let go and succumb to the release enveloping her.

steadily working her through it, thumb rolling over her clit and fingers milking the orgasm out of her until it becomes too much.

she's breathing deeply once it's passed and seems finally at peace after so long, so much denial. you lay on top of her, peppering open-mouthed kisses against the side of her neck, running your hands over her waist.

"you're so mean." she mumbles, her voice taken on a drowsy aura from the exertion.

"i know. but you love it."

"i do."

um HELLO the fuck idk what came over me needed to get this outta my system ig LMAO literally typed this in like 10 minutes in the app bye

[hurlingdown]

need you (top male reader, nsfw)

tags: zoro being drunk n needy, and a tease, fingering, slight feminisation, tit-sucking, overstimulation, reader edging both zoro and himself in the process, zoro NOT being a pillow princess, creampie, bit of cockwarming, that's it

It wasn’t often that you got to see him like this. 

Zoro pressed his hard-on against your abdomen, making a low, needy noise into the crook of your neck. You held in a leer as he clumsily rocked his hips against your crotch, thighs clenching around your hips, trying to get you hard and ready for him to ride. 

You chose to feign nonchalance. It was always more fun when you made him beg for it. “What’s the special occasion, hm? I smell sake.” 

Zoro mumbled your name, borderline whining, “Not the point.” 

“Yeah?” You grinned. “It’s part of your routine at this point, no? Drinking, sleeping, training. I don’t think you need anything else to keep you satisfied.” 

It wasn’t like you were angry with him. The time you spent together had been barely existent in the past week, with him busy perfecting his swordsmanship in the day and falling asleep immediately when you came to join him in bed. On lazy days he would be sneaking alcohol from the kitchen to drink, and then dozing off—but none of these activities involved you. 

It wasn’t like you were angry—just slightly irritated that maybe he had forgotten about you. But it didn’t matter now, did it? 

Zoro sat back on his haunches, eyes wide with defiance. “No, no—” He leaned in, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. “I need this—need you.” 

You kept the kiss as chaste as possible (if it even was possible, as he tried multiple times to stick his tongue into your mouth), hands moving to his waist to gently tug him back, ignoring his red, flushed face, drool almost trickling at the corner of his mouth. One kiss was all it took to reduce him to a mess. It was always a sight to see him drunk and needy, eyes hazy and lips parted, begging for you to take him right there. 

Not today, though. 

“Why’d you—stop?” Zoro panted, hands tightening on your shirt to pull you into another kiss, only to frown petulantly when you held him still. “What? What is it?” 

The corner of your lip twitched as you hid a sadistic smile. 

“I’m not in the mood.” 

“You’re—” Zoro’s eyebrows scrunched up, and he made a face. “And I’m not in the mood for—” He hiccups. “—jokes.” He grinds his front against the hard outline of your cock, letting out a brazen moan, as though proving his statement. 

“I’m not joking. I’m not in the mood.” 

“You’re always in the mood.” 

“Not today,” you told him, not even bothering to be apologetic as Zoro continued to helplessly grind against you, showing you how much he needed this, how badly he wanted it. “And that’s a biological reaction, it means nothing.” 

“Babe,” Zoro whined. “I’m—please—fuck, there, I said it!” He looked at you expectantly, as if he thought you were conditioned to respond to all his requests with one word. 

You looked at him, amused. “You thought I wanted you to beg?” 

“You didn’t?” Zoro frowned, confusion taking over his features before the possibility of you really not being in the mood dawned on him. Humiliation washed over him, and as though he wasn’t red enough already, a steady blush travelled down his neck and into the dip of his yukata, and if you were a weaker man, you would have ripped it off long ago to bite and suck at his huge chest until he was shivering with overstimulation, nothing but broken consonants of your name slipping past his lips. “Why now of all times? You’re, hngh—a cruel bastard.” 

“Am I not allowed to not be in the mood?” 

You grinned at him as he blinked back the tears gathering in his eyes, so painfully hard only to have you deny him of his birthright. 

“I got all ready for you,” Zoro muttered, glaring at you, “and this is what you do to me.” You were careful not to let any excitement show. After all, he had gone and prepped himself for you. He had probably laid on the bed with his hand between his thighs, three knuckles deep inside his tight hole and still pushing one more in—lifting his head with difficulty to watch them go in and out, in and out, feeling so full and yet not enough. 

“How about,” you suggested, smiling at him innocently, “you get me in the mood?” 

“What—how?” His head felt light from the alcohol, his mind was fuzzy, and all he wanted was that fat cock pounding so deep in him that he couldn’t even register the question. “Oh.” He swallowed. “I could.” 

Zoro got up from your lap, albeit a little pettish, and slowly crawled onto the bed. He slid his yukata over his shoulders to pool around his knees, revealing strong delts and a scarless back, save for the almost-faded bruises and love bites littered all over—the remnants of a heated night. Your eyes chased the bead of sweat that trickled down between his shoulder blades, down, down, down—until it reached two firm globes that you wanted to squeeze, or maybe spank them until they were red and aching, until he cried. Zoro canted his hips back to show you the wet, stretched-out hole between them, clenching and fluttering around nothing as he gave a pitiful whine into the pillow he held. 

That was when you realised. He had chosen a promising position, folding his arms and arching his back, pressing his tits onto the soft mattress, a keen, heated gaze thrown over his shoulder to make sure you were watching him. Presenting the most vulnerable part of himself to you. 

You were so fucking hard. But you weren’t going to give in so easily. 

Zoro, seeing as you gave no reaction, spread his legs a little wider, squirming on the sheets to settle into the right pose. He laid the side of his head on the pillow so you could watch, and then staring dead into your eyes, shoved three fingers deep into his mouth and moaned shamelessly around them, as though imagining it were your cock. He coated them with saliva as he slurped them, his blissful expression implying that he was sucking at anything but his fingers. 

You swallowed harshly as drool dripped down his face and onto the pillow, but he didn’t seem to care, only stuck the tip of his tongue out, sliding it between his middle and ring finger, as though mimicking the way he would toy at the slit of your cock. 

Fucking hell. You were moments away from ripping off your pants and pounding him senseless, but then apparently Zoro decided his fingers were wet enough—he pulled them out from his mouth, sticky spit drenching them. Reaching back, he deliberately made a mess as he slapped his fingers against the pink rim of his tight hole, the action making a wet, lewd sound, biting back a moan as one of them slightly dipped in. 

It wasn’t enough. It was never going to be enough. It wouldn’t matter if it was three fingers, four, five—the whole fucking fist—it wouldn’t matter unless it was your cock. He wanted it so fucking badly, but there you were, sitting there like a fool, not giving him what he wanted when he needed it the most. Zoro whines out your name as he shoves two fingers inside, impatient as usual—his hole clenched around them, unused to the sudden intrusion. 

Zoro’s cock hung heavy between his legs, untouched, as his other hand obediently supported his weight. He added one more finger, shuddering as he pressed against his prostate, good but not big enough. 

“Please,” he pleaded, the last of his dignity thrown out the window. “Need you so bad, ‘m gonna die.” He raised his head to give you one last look—face red and teary, lips red from being bitten so hard to suppress his moans, and you fucking lose it. 

In mere seconds, you had thrust to the hilt and Zoro had barely any time to adjust to the size, mouth forming a silent scream as his eyes rolled back. 

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, finally—” he cried, hips meeting your thrusts as unshed tears streamed down his face. “More, harder—ah!” 

You repeatedly nailed his prostate from behind, setting an absolutely punishing pace as you brazenly groaned out his name, uncaring if anyone heard the two of you. “Zoro, fuck, so good, so good for me, so tight—” 

Zoro pushed back against you, always greedy for more, hands grasping for purchase on the sheets as he panted and whined into his pillow. Normally that wouldn’t do, but you would deal with that later—not now, when he was clenching down on you with every thrust, crying out profanities that would send a whorehouse to shame, “I’m yours, fuck me—hnngh, ah! Fuck me with your—cock! Use me, ruin me—” 

“Fuck—Zoro—stop that, it’s too soon—” 

Zoro craned his head to snarl at you, clenching down harder if anything, “I’ll fucking kill you if you come before me!” 

“Well loosen up,” you snapped back, pounding into him harder and deeper, as he sobbed at the new angle, pleasure swelling in his core. 

“More, fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuuuuuuck,” he cried, eyes glossed over as he whimpered, “I need more!” 

“You’re barely hanging on—” you groaned as he thrust back against you just right, making you see stars. “And you're asking for more—?” 

“Just give it to me, harder—” 

Little moans and whines were punched out of him with every thrust as the wet slap of skin against skin and sick squelching sounds filled the room, and you pulled out all of a sudden, watching him scramble to get back on your cock with a displeased growl, he was so fucking close, and still, and still—

You took the opportunity to grab his hips and flip him onto his back, ramming your cock back inside—a direct hit against his prostate, at the same time wrapping a hand around his cock and giving it a hard, firm jerk, thumb digging into the slit—and then Zoro’s coming, locking up tight, clenching down hard on your length as he damn nearly howls your name, eyes crossing and tongue lolling out, body shuddering with the force of his release. 

“I’m so close, fuck, Zoro, Zoro—” you moaned, hands positioned on the back of his knees, spreading his legs wide as you continued to fuck into his used hole, making his toes curl and his nails dig down your back, bordering on overstimulation. 

"Too much—I can't!" he cried, tears leaking out of his eyes as he struggled to keep them open. "Just fucking come already—"

You slammed into him harder, making him choke on a moan. You had originally planned on going easy on him, but you guessed he wasn't planning on walking tomorrow anyway.

“Come inside,” Zoro demanded, weakly glaring up at you as he dared you to defy him, despite panting heavily and still shivering from his body-wracking orgasm. “Wanna feel you.” His cock hung limply between his legs, jolting every now and then as you pounded into him, but it was going to take a while before he was fully hard again. 

You bent down to take his tit into your mouth, sucking at it like a lifeline, like you expected something to come out of it, and Zoro whined, trembling, his tight hole practically wringing you dry as you continued to nail him into the sheets, intense pleasure flooding your senses as you bit and sucked at his chest, the need to mark him up as yours overwhelming you. 

“Gonna come so hard, fuck, s’tight, s’good, mine, Zoro—” 

“Love you—” 

That did it for you. His lips parted and you dove forward to kiss him, bending him in half as you did—cock stuffing him to the brim while you keened, vision whitening out as you moaned shamelessly into the kiss. As you pumped him full of your come, he clenched hard around you, trying to keep it all inside him. 

“Love you too,” you gasped belatedly, panting. 

You shuddered as you felt Zoro’s legs lock around your waist, stopping you from pulling out. 

“Keep it in,” he muttered, eyes drooping. “Take it out in the morning.” 

You watched with fascination as Zoro fell asleep within seconds, snuggling back onto the pillow he had moaned and drooled all over earlier, and you wondered how it was possible for someone who had been so insanely erotic to shift back into his usual sleepy self in a matter of moments. 

Chuckling to yourself, you pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead and settled down beside his sleeping form, making sure to plug him up properly with your cock and not letting even a single drop of your come spill from his hole.  masterlist!

[devoutekuna]

Saying their first words

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

He's got little interest in his child's milestones, always keeping his stoic face unless it involves something big. So when his daughter was crying in her cot, he was dreading the moment he'd have to get up and sort her out, knowing that you deserved the rest as he thought about why he had such a whiny child. Standing next to her crib, sticking his finger out for her to grab, directly bringing it towards her mouth as she tried to suck on it, he hates the feeling of her mouth on him, always biting him that's why he didn't really like her much. "Pa-" the small characters being recorded in her mind as she tried to remember what to say. "Papa" a gummy grin appearing onto her face, still messing around with his finger as she lifted her legs around, trying to get on her stomach or get atleast a reaction out of him. A small smile appearing on his face, he wasn't big on affection, especially when it came to kids, glancing back at your body, checking if you heard that, to only to be met with you sleeping.

Nanami-

You were busy shopping so he was left in charge of his daughter, putting her crib in his office as he worked, typing away at the computer as his daughter giggled behind him, messing around with the new fact that she had just discovered her feet, trying to stick them in her mouth, grabbing her leg and adjusting it so it wasn't so close to her head. Her blond hair swayed into her face, falling out of line from the ones behind the headband. "Dada!" Reaching her hand out to touch his, seeing his tired expression only made him want to reach out more, as if she could understand emotions like that. Seeing a smile appear onto his exhausted face, only making her want to say it more. "Da!" Only half the word getting out but it was still something. Leaning down to give her head a small peck before picking her up onto his lap.

Gojo-

"Say mama" rubbing her back as she stared up at you, her big blue eyes which she clearly inherited from her father, piercing your soul. Glancing back as she gripped the collar of your bra. Her father sat opposite you two, ushering for her to come over so that he could persuade her. "Say papa" patting his knee for her to rush over, it was clear who she obeyed more as she crawled her way there. Resulting in a sigh from you as you felt her grasp leave your body. "Papa!" A toothless grin coming upon her face as she saw the excitement on her father's face, directing his eyesight towards you for a quick second before back to his daughter. "Ya' hear that Y/N?" Bragging in your face as he picked up his daughter and showed the resemblance of them too, white hair matching with bright blue eyes. "She said my name, not yours" a sly smirk appearing on his face.

Geto-

Laid out on the bed as he rested his head on the pillow, his daughter beside him as she messed with his hair, always ripping it away from her every few seconds since she was always putting it in her mouth. The 3rd time she did it, it started with tears, the water pooling into her eyes, seeing what he had done he tried to correct it, grabbing her small body and trying to tickle her or atleast help her find some comfort in his hands. "Papa" crying out for him as she fell backwards, not being used to holding up her body for a long time, crashing into the plush duvet. A smile appearing on his face. Sat up fully as he readjusted his position.

"What was that baby?" Tickling her stomach gently as she tried not to laugh, still pooling out tears for no reason, refusing to say it again as she tried to crawl away, flipping onto her stomach, edging closer to the ledge with each moment.

Toji-

"Hands out" throwing his son's hand out of his food as he ate with him on his lap, he was sick and tired of this kid reaching into his food, getting his grubby hands all over it, it was his second bowl since he had already spilled the first one. He understood why you hated having a baby sat on your lap as you ate. Looking up at his father, scowling passionately as he tried eating again. "Papa" trying to baby his way into this by acting all cute, reaching up to touch his chin as he saw Toji almost choked on his food, swallowing it successfully as he looked down to him.

"What was that!?" The excitement being imminent in your tone of voice. "Ya want him?" Motioning for the baby to move onto your lap, he was holding back a smirk, wanting to give his child a good hair ruffle if he had some, knowing it would result in tears since he was pretty heavy handed.

[brairslair]

just self indulgent eddie filth i wrote while sleep deprived, ur welcome

18+ ONLY (minors dni)

a/n: i love the opposites attract shit idk smth abt it is just sooo

cw: one use of the word “slut”, eddie running his mouth as per usual, light exhibitionism, kinda hinted at a corruption kink but barely, shitty writing

don’t forget to like, reblog, and comment to support my work! mwah <3

“gotta keep quiet for me, princess”

Your parents were right downstairs preparing a lovely dinner, which you had invited your sweet boyfriend to. Soon after you had also invited him on a house tour, leading him right into your pretty pink bedroom, where you may or may not have left out some of your best lacy little panties for him to see, which got you to where you are now.

“Shhh, you gotta keep quiet for me, princess.” Eddie reminds you, gravely and hot in your ear, chest leaned down to press against your back, “Wouldn’t wanna get caught now would we?”

You bite your lip hard, forcing down a whine as you shake your head. Manicured nails tug at your dainty floral sheets and your arms begin to shake from holding yourself up. Your eyes dart over to the door to make sure it hadn’t magically unlocked itself, head spinning.

Every thrust sparks the ebbing fire in your belly, the head of his dick rubbing just right against your spongey walls. A particularly hard thrust pulls another soft moan from your lips, your arms collapsing beneath you as your face falls into your pillow. He’s doing it on purpose.

You whine his name out, long and desperate, muffled by the fluffy mass beneath you. You can’t decide if it’s too much, or not enough, but your hips push back against his.

He rubs his thumbs soothingly on your hips despite the way his hips pick up in pace, cooing out an “I know, baby, I know.” and “It’s all too much, isn’t it?” hushed words dripping with faux sympathy.

Your nails claw deeper into your sheets, getting dangerously close to ripping them. You can feel the pleasure building up rapidly, getting dangerously close to release but still needing more, more, more.

“Eddie-“ your whole body is trembling, and your stomach tightens with restraint, “Ed- I’m gonna-“

“Oh yeah? Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” you clench around him in response, panting with the effort to stay silent. “Gonna make a mess on my cock in your pretty little bed, baby?” Tears start to form on your lash line, and your chest aches with a suppressed sob.

You don’t notice when a hand slides its way off of your hip, and suddenly his finger is on your clit, rubbing it cruelly and making your brain go completely blank.

Before you can make a sound, his hand is in your hair, pulling you flush against his chest and muffling your pretty noises with his lips. You can feel his breath getting heavier and his thrusts getting sloppier.

His lips migrate down to your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses along your flushed skin, “Come on, pretty girl, I know you can do it.” His kisses on your sweet spot, and his fingers circling your clit, and his cock buried so deep inside you, and it’s all too much.

“Go ahead. Be a good little slut and soak my dick for me, sweetheart.”

His hand clasps firmly over your mouth as you fall right over the edge, stifling your screams and sobs of his name as your vision hazes over.

“Attagirl”

asks are open!

[kaizynofsickness]

MEGUMI THOUGHTS

Warnings: Pussy drunk themes, fingering, slut and slutty used, cream pies and back shots.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) I can imagine Megumi getting so turned on and damn hard when you just lay on your stomach, ass slightly arched.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) you have a habit of having your slutty body propped when you're watching your phone or drawing, eating, listening to music. Doing whatever you do with you on your stomach and ass up just a bit.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) Megumi will subconsciously rub on his dick through his pants and bite his lips while doing so, looking at your perfect ass, knowing it was made for him and thinking why his cock ain't in it by now.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) You can't blame him when he rips into your clothing and shoves inches in your clenching cunt unexpectedly. Or when he shoves his face under your body and laps at your wet cunt and lets it drip everywhere like a starving dog.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) You can't blame him when he cums in his pants at the sight, especially when whatever you're doing causes you to shake your hips a bit. Ah, how he wants you to back it up on him...

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)and when you do it on purpose it's even more obvious. Your wiggling and squirming, giving him little horny looks and arching your back even more. He'll warn you to stop before he gets out of hand, but that's what you want from him. You watch him touch himself and he doesn't even know he's doing it, small moans passing his lips before he cums in his pants at the sight alone.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) after all the teasing and watching, he'll be in your thighs and panting while he shoves your head in the pillow, pumping your full of cock.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) Megumi loves when you beg and moan out, lifting your head from the pillow and begging him to slow down when you were the one who was wanting his dick to abuse your hole and stuff his cum deep inside. "G-Gumi~ slow-slow down, ah, fuck!" You grip the sheets below you as your legs sore from supporting your lifted ass up for far too long, shaking and quivering just like your lips.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) But do you really want what you say? Because not matter how bad Megumi is moaning and growling behind you, he feels your tight, warm walls squeezing him in and holding his dick hostage. How can he leave this pussy arching? You asked for this with the way your ass was raised like that. He doesn't even say anything but shoves your head right back into the pillow and keeps your moans and pleases drowned out.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) He throws his head back before pumping another load of steaming cum inside you as it leaks down your thighs and onto the sheets. You whine into the sheets, tears running down your soft and red flushed cheeks. Megumi only keep shoving his dick in even if his hips hurting from rolling them into you. He just needs to have your ass like this for him, evidence of back shots all on your body and loads of his seed leaving your abused hole.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) And he gets even more feral in between you're legs. It doesn't matter what pose it is, but it's most likely your ass raised up like it was and his head under, he'll bully his fingers inside your hole and lap his tongue over your throbbing clit.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) Doesn't matter if he struggles to breath, doesn't matter if your juices get all over his face, in his hair, fuck that. It matter to taste you and, occasionally, slap you ass from under.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) and don't even think about begging him to stop spitting on it and sucking on your clit, he can't even hear you over the wet squelching sounds and his moans of pleasure when he free hand beat his cock. And even if he could hear your pathetic lies of wanting no more of it, he wouldn't dare stop.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) you can squeeze your thighs around him all you want and drown him in your slick, but he won't move.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) Your eyes loll in the back of your eyes and your vision blues until you can't even see the show in front of you that you were watching. Watching it before Megumi forcefully lifted your ass up even more before getting his head under you and pulling down you panties to see your slutty pussy.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) before you even processed anything, his tongue is at work and two fingers pressing in and thrusting before stopping to curl on your G-spot. You already cummed twice from his work and if you cum again you don't know how you'll react to the burning pleasure. Your words slur out when you raise you head up. "Meg-megumi, Megumi... Enough, s' much..." You manage to whimper out.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) the way you beg makes him cast some pity on you until he remembers how tempting you were being to him. He roll his eyes before slurping louder to help ignore your stupid pleads. You groan before he jams another finger inside you, three fingers spreading inside you before flicking around, matching the pace his tongue rolled circles on your used clit.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) and when you cum again, he moves his hand from stroking himself and presses your pussy in his more by pushing you down from that slutty, sexy arch of you back that started this all. You cum a mess on him, squirting it all on his collar and chin as it drips. It brings and off pleased feeling it him and makes him want to removes his finger and shove his dick balls deep inside you.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) Just imagine how fucked out you are after and he just up and leave like a jerk. But it's you who was a jerk for teasing him so make and watching him masturbate, not making any attempts to please him.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) but he'll come back and clean you up, occasionally scolding you for your horny actions even if he was the one slutting you out.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) Just watch how you lay yourself down on your stomach... Because if he even gets a glance, his cock will spring up so fast and he'll be in between your legs, head or cock, and chase his orgasm and making you cum until it burns.

[bellatrixscurls]

two ghosts | part 11

part one

James looks up at him with hope, and Sirius grins widely. “Look at you, you are the sweetest boy I’ve ever met. So pretty as well” Sirius’ tatted hand cups James’ soft, pale cheek and the younger boy melts against his skin. “Yeah?” he breathes, batting his eyelashes at Sirius, who nods proudly.

But when Sirius notices that James’ hand is moving up his thigh, he removes his hand from his cheek and stands up, walking towards a smaller chest of drawers, where you keep his clean clothes for when he comes over.

James’ breath hitches and tears start pooling at his eyes. He tries to be quiet, but you are still beside him and hear it. “What is it, sweet boy?” you ask, frowning.

He just shakes his head, burying his face into your soft pillow. “M sorry” he sobs, his tears most definitely soaking your pillow.

“Sorry?” you ask and he hums, still not looking at you. “Tried to touch Siri” he admits, “you have.. you’ve just been so good to me, I-”

“Oh, love, I’m not upset with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to touch Siri?” you joke and he giggles softly, lifting his head from the pillow.

“Okay I’m back and I got you my shirt and this pair of boxers, I hope they fit you- Hey, why are you crying?” Sirius came back with a light yellow shirt, a deep frown settled on his face.

You share a look with him and his shoulders drop, immediately falling to his knees in front of James. His thumbs rubbed the boy’s hands comfortingly. “Thinking of her? Listen, I know it hurts, but maybe Lily isn’t─”

“It’s not about fucking Lily!” James finally snaps and Sirius’ eyes widen as he glances at you, and then back at the boy. James’ cheeks turn crimson and he starts shifting uncomfortably, as if wanting to leave. But you don’t let him.

Your delicate fingers wrap around his wrist and you tug him so he lays with his face against your chest, your other hand running through his mess of curls. James freezes for a few moments, you can feel it. He goes stiff, his arms tense as they press into the mattress, but immediately goes soft and melts into you.

“Tell us what you feel, baby boy. We want to know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours” you whisper soothingly, the tip of your fingers pressing gently against his scalp.

He sighs and Sirius looks at you alarmedly, unsure of what to do or what was happening. What could possibly get the poor boy to be so upset? He was better just moments ago.

“You have welcomed me here with you both..” he turns to eye Sirius for a moment, who’s biting on his lip as if he wants to rip it. “And I love you, I always have” he draws out his words, softly nosing at your exposed skin.

You let him have his moment and he is grateful for it. But who doesn’t?

“Prongs, I’m freaking out over here” Sirius finally snaps, his tone still gentle though, but his eyes wide as his hands are twitching at his sides.

James looks up, baby blue eyes red from crying. He smiles softly at Sirius, adoringly... but it only lasts for so long. “I don’t want to intrude.. I don’t want you to feel like you have to baby me now” he sighs, and you feel him leave your warmth, propping himself up on his elbows. “You are my friends, I don’t know what has gotten into me.”

You can tell that he is frustrated, and even in the state that he is in, Sirius can as well. His cheeks are crimson red, his hair messier than usual and he just seems so lost. His eyes seem to look for something, but he is unsure of what.

“Well... friends kiss too sometimes” Sirius shrugs and James grins widely, finally sparing him one more glance. “You think so?”

And with that, your boyfriend presses his lips to him for a moment, and a soft whimper escapes from James’ lips. When Sirius pulls away, the younger boy is in a daze, his eyes wide and his lips forming into an ‘o’ shape. You look down at him, and then up at Sirius, who gives you a knowing look.

After a moment, you guide him by his jaw to meet your own lips, trusting Sirius’ instinct. His lips are soft and you can feel him melting into the kiss. You are not cruel, you let him have a moment. He savours your lips, licking at your bottom lip and softly sinking his teeth into it, as if testing the waters. James seems to enjoy it, and you are sure of it the moment his hands find home on your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt.

You want to keep going but he is just too much. You can feel how gently he is handling you, but even the thought of kissing the boy is overwhelming, let alone actually doing it. So you pull away from his lips, and he blinks at you.

His lips are blood red. “Woah” he almost whispers, his eyes welling up with tears. He is inert.

“Oh yeah? You like that? Think about what she could do to your body” Sirius laughs, and you can tell he is only half joking. He doesn’t want to rush James, but he wishes for him to want those things. Well, all in good time─

“Please” it comes out as a needy whimper, and Jamie’s eyes are shifting rapidly between you and your boyfriend. Sirius’ eyes widen, but a wide grin slowly takes over his shocked expression.

“Tell us exactly what you need, baby” Sirius commands rather sternly, but you can tell he is just really desperate. Unfortunately, James can’t. So he hurries to answer, his head hanging low.

“Want to get off” he blushes, one of his hands coming up to ruffle his hair. “I want.. I want you to play with me and Y/n/n to...” and when he looks up at you, he can see you have unbuttoned your shirt, your tits spilling out of it slightly.

Sirius smirks, letting out a mocking ‘aweee’, and you glare at him just slightly. “Awh look, baby, he likes your tits just as much as I do” he pats James on the cheek, and he is right, the boy looks like he is drooling. “Mm no. Maybe even more.”

You giggle softly and James smiles at that, he feels like he is falling. As he is distracted, Sirius undresses him, throwing his clothes somewhere around the room, leaving James naked. But the boy is too preoccupied to notice, as you get closer to him, laying in one elbow and pulling your top down just enough for your tits to show perfectly.

“Ow!” James whines as Sirius tugs at his cock harshly, wide eyes meeting his.

“Ah, sorry” your boyfriend muses, looking uninterested as he takes the bespectacled boy’s cock in his hand, stroking it gently at first.

James grumbles, mouth latching around your nipple, his other hand taking care of your unattended tit. You can feel him moan against you as Sirius speeds up his movements, murmuring soft ‘please’s and ‘oh siri’s.

“Feels so good” he whispers, looking down at Sirius who is looking right back at him. And you know your boyfriend, he is no less than a tease.

You can see him smirk, through your lashes, and then James feels a wet mouth on the tip of his cock. Sirius.

“Fuck! Fuck f-fuck shit” James cries out, his eyes in tears as his nails dig into the soft flesh of your waist and arm.

“Sirius” you laugh breathily, kissing the poor boy’s head and holding him close to you as you shake your head at your boyfriend. “That’s how he is, love. A fucking tease.”

Sirius keeps working his mouth on James, watching both of you intently. “M gonna cum” the blue-eyed boy whimpers against you, unable to even suck on your tits anymore, even though that’s what he so desperately wants.

“You can, pretty boy” you coo at him, moving a stray curl from his face, giving your boyfriend a warning look. “Right, Siri?”

He rolls his eyes, pushing himself to take all of James’ dick down his throat, his eyes watering just slightly as the boy whimpers, dick pulsing down Sirius’ throat. “I’m-mhmm” he cries out, shaking as he cums, shooting his load for your boyfriend to savour. “Thank you thank you! Thank you.”

Sirius pulls away, and you can tell his mouth is still full when he towers over you, knees on either side of your waist as he uses one finger to tap at your lips. You open slightly and he leans in, kissing you and his tongue pokes into your mouth, helping you swallow James’ load, saving some for himself.

You moan at the taste and Jamie’s eyes widen, he gasps softly, making Sirius pull away from you to laugh at him. “You like this. You fucking slut.”

[queer-n-here]

brat taming chuuya when omg

hes literally begging for it with those SLUTTY ASS HIPS

djjchdjx

HE WANTS ME TO FUCK HIM BRO

-🦅

Mm-hmm, I agree with that one. He wants me to fuck him.

(Also, warning: The following content contains highly fatal visual depictions. Not for the weak of heart.)

This one's short by the way, hope y'all still like it.

Contents: Uhm... Chuuya Nakahara and the Unholy Fanart

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting, marking, overstimulation, gets a lil bit dubcon, nipple play.

[The fanart below is not mine, credits to the owner]

Fuck... Do you see it?

Do you see that gaze, leveled steadily to yours?

Chuuya knows what he wants, and he knows how to get it, that cheeky little slut, practically begging you to manhandle him against your bed till he can't breathe without your hands on him anymore.

And you're not one to deny him what he wants, are you?

So press him into that very fucking mattress, face down and ass up as he is, and pound into him, the loud ah-ah-ahs that spill from his mouth straight out of a porn vid.

Fuck Chuuya so hard you know he can't think of anything but the feeling of your tip against his walls. Fuck him so hard the only thing he can feel is your cock rearranging his insides.

Lean forwards and bite down on his shoulder, leave behind vivid marks on that skin of his, and he'll only tremble and moan and pant under you, hands clutching the pillow beneath him.

Or turn him around, pin his pale wrists to the bed and bully his sweet spot with your cock, abuse his nipples with your mouth. Leave marks everywhere on his body, so the next time he looks into the mirror he sees someone you own.

After some time, he'll start to get tired, his weak body trembling as you rip another orgasm from him. He'll regret it a little then, panting and huffing and trying his best to form words so that he can beg you to let him have a break. At the end of the day, it's all useless. Pay him no heed, hold his thighs apart and fuck him again and again, and again, till the only thing he can see and hear is you, the only thing he can feel is your cock, and the only thing he can smell is sex.

Grab his slutty waist, the one he was enticing you with, and pull him back every time he tries to pull away. Grip as hard as you like, leave the imprints of your fingers on him, he'll love every second of it even through his fatigue. Pull on his hair, and he'll whimper like a bitch in heat, face stained with tears at the constant abuse.

Chuuya's one slutty whore, but you know full well how to satiate him.

[pendarling]

٭⊹¤.•⨳•.*☆✬٭⊹¤.•⨳•.*☆✬ 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨 ✬☆*.•⨳•.¤⊹٭

Kissing them so hard that it leaves their knees weak and their body is pressed up against them as their lover struggles to keep their lips on at all times.

One character giving the cold shoulder and the other smirking at them because they know they’re doing this for attention.

“I love it when you act all controlling like that knowing damn well I can leave you shaking under me.”

Character B telling Character A how badly they want to press their face into their pillow and make them scream as the other is trying to work.

Eye-fucking them all day, making Character A nervous and a blushing mess who can’t properly function.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, why are you falling apart so easily?”

Hungerily ripping apart their clothes and biting their neck and thighs as soon as they’re alone.

Purposely turning them on and edging them but never letting them get too stimulated. Watching them desperately trying to hold themselves together for the rest of the day.

Both characters trying to make each other moan and the first one to do it must carry out a favour.

Turning them from a haughty prick to a clingy mess who keeps grinding onto them for more.

Crying from too much pleasure and the other wiping their tears away. “Aww is baby crying? There there, that feels good doesn’t it?”

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MASTERLIST

[cold-kitty]

Remember the Yandere Neuvillette fic? Well you know that one meme that goes like "I have two sides"? That's how I am with Neuvillette. On one hand, I like to think of him as the sweet goober that was in that fic. On the other hand? Well...

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Contains: NSFW (not with darling), murder (not darling), Neuvillette is quite literally insane, Neuvillette is slightly rough with darling (not sexually), abuse of power, mentions of kidnapping, stealing darlings things, Neuvillette has masochistic tendencies

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Yan!Neuvillette who hires you as an assistant. you tidy up a bit, bring him things he needs, just normal things.

Yan!Neuvillette who stares at you, stares. he only works half of the day, the rest of that time is spent staring at you.

Yan!Neuvillette who will invite you to lunch everyday, insisting that he pays even though you want to. oh don't worry, it's not like it's a date. even though it should be...

Yan!Neuvillette who will steal your used napkins, spoons/forks/chopsticks, leftovers, anything that you've touched or put your mouth on.

Yan!Neuvillette who takes those things home with him, swiping the saliva off of them and is immediately tugging down his pants.

Yan!Neuvillette who is definitely physical with you. hugs, patting your head, hooking your arm in his, standing a little too close to you, etc.. but he's very insistent with it, and he doesn't care if you turn down the offer, it only makes him squeeze you harder than usual (which is abnormally hard for someone who's supposed to be platonic with you).

Yan!Neuvillette definitely swipes some of your clothes, gaslighting you that you didn't wear it. gloves? no silly, you didn't wear any.

Yan!Neuvillette who also finds the cologne you use, spraying it on all over his room, especially his pillow.

Yan!Neuvillette is a pillow fucker 100%, his pillow is constantly nestled between his plush thighs as his hips move feverishly against it.

Yan!Neuvillette who talks to his pillow, pretending it's you. begging it, whining with it, holding it as if it were a person. p-please love- ngh... please please please i wanna cum, please- darling please l-let me- hah- cum...

Yan!Neuvillette who has fantasies of you randomly bending him over his desk, ripping his clothes apart and absolutely ravaging him.

Yan!Neuvillette who has a certain ache for pain with you. slap him, kick him, hit him, bite him, strangle him, he'd even let you cut him for Christ's sake. make him bleed and cry, bruise him and make him sore. anything that you do is ecstasy for him, and he would love you to have power over him like that.

Yan!Neuvillette who goes batshit feral when you're affectionate with someone. teeth gritted, body twitching, eyes wide with rage, but he would never ever do anything to hurt you, so he simply slits the persons throat.

Yan!Neuvillette who will quite literally tweak the law just so he can have an advantage, making loopholes so he can legally kidnap you. the government doesn't even need to know, he'll just change it whenever he wants.

Yan!Neuvillette who will stop at absolutely nothing to have you, he'll kidnap you, blackmail you, threaten people you love, anything.

Yan!Neuvillette who - if pushed to this point - will accuse you of a crime and label you guilty, sentencing you to 'behavior correction' with him for the next year.

Yan!Neuvillette who really, really doesn't like the look on your face when he takes you to his home, as much as he likes having power over you, it makes him feel sick. you're crying, begging him to understand that you haven't done anything wrong, that you were framed.

Yan!Neuvillette who won't hurt you unless you try to run away, and even then it's only a few smacks on the back with a wooden paddle. he hates your tears.

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There are only two Yandere Neuvillette's (in my opinion), the sweet baby from the first fic, and whatever rabies infested rat this is.

~🐈‍⬛