#PLZ FOR THE LOVE OF WHATEVER’S OUT THERE

[choco-bites]

Just...imagining a Yandere!Bully with a Fem!Chubby!Reader

notes: just getting this out of my head, any spelling mistakes plz let me know:) warnings: fatphobia, dacryphilia, toxic dynamics, not much is said about the reader but hates the yandere.

Yandere!Bully who looked at you with disgust after coming back from vacation.

"What the hell happened to you?"

Yandere!Bully who used to bully you to the point of making you cry and forcing you to do whatever he wanted. He loved doing it, it satisfied him — until now, when he can’t help but observe you from a distance and finds you even more annoying than usual.

Now, running into you means getting completely distracted by your body, which looks so fucking soft that just cornering and pushing you around no longer feels like enough — and that pisses him off.

Yandere!Bully who absolutely hates the way you dress. Fuck, are you not aware of your figure? The way that skirt rides up in the back, and how stupid you are for not noticing. He was this close to yelling at you to change those damn thigh-high socks, the way they seemed to spill the flesh of your thighs makes him lose his mind.

Yandere!Bully who used to see you only as an easy target, someone to vent on. Sometimes you crossed his mind, but not like now — not like when he's trying to fall asleep and can’t get your chubby little face out of his head, or the times he stared too long at your chest while cornering you.

Yandere!Bully who thought that by bullying you even harder, he’d get you out of his head — that he’d finally feel satisfied. God, how wrong he was.

When tears roll down your face again, it feels completely different now: his stomach turns and his chest tightens. He never really thought much about being the reason behind your crying before. But now, with your wrists pinned to the wall after he insulted you, he’s way too aware of it. And he loves it.

Now, Yan!Bully is crueler than ever, pinching your skin and leaving marks so hard that your beautiful tears appear again from the pure pain — and that’s when he stops.

Yan!Bully who once insulted you in front of his friends, and one of them join in — and a rage he had never felt before flooded his entire being. He was supposed to be agreed with that— after all, he lives to torment you — but all he did was punch his friend in the face.

And on one of those sleepless nights because of you, he thought maybe — just maybe — he had always been a little in love with you.

"Fuck that. I’d never be with someone like her" he thought uselessly, trying to shake those thoughts away.

Until the next morning, when Yan!Bully sees you talking to another guy, smiling and laughing at whatever he’s saying. That strange feeling of rage returns — and being who he is, he simply walks over, grabs you, and pulls you away.

"From now on, you’re mine. Got it, idiot?"

[mysticgoldfish]

“ azizam ” — amir (date everything) ~1.4k words

tldr bc i’m too lazy for a proper description; amir loves you more than himself (shockingly) and fucks you in front of a mirror to prove it!

cw :: smut, mdni !, p in v, no protection, prob ooc i haven’t played this sorrz, cunnilingus (he’s a munch), afab reader, body worship, genitalia referred to w/ female pronouns

a/n :: i’ve written smut on ao3 once before (ironically also mirror sex) but i’m an amateur writer so don’t expect too much, alsooooo i’m gonna use the nicknames he uses in the game (azizam & dear) + one other persian term. i’m not persian so if any corrections are needed plz tell me! okok ill stop now, enjoy!! also i didnt proofread

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getting sent glasses that allowed you to speak to inanimate objects in your home was still a concept you were accommodating to.

the attention was certainly new. even outside of your home, you didn’t relish in any compliments you might off-handedly receive. you were average. you’d accepted this as a fact of life years ago.

some objects were nicer than others, some flirtier…or meaner. in a way, you almost preferred the meaner ones. the honesty was much easier to digest, no second guessing needed. the flirting made you feel as if you needed maggie by your side every second to decipher it. who was genuine, who was just trying to get into your pants, who was saying it because that’s just how they were?

so, needless to say you were quite surprised when you aimed skylar’s beams at your bathroom mirror and was met with amir. a beyond beautiful persian man. his lusciously thick black hair fell to his shoulders, which really only made you wonder if you needed to invest in more expensive shampoo.

plus, his eyes. god, his eyes. any time you stared at them for even more than a second, it was as if you’d spawned on a beach right as a tsunami had started to pull the waves back. yet, the disaster called to you. the storm pulled you back with the waves rather than striking the fear of god in you. his eyes the color of the storm clouds, of murky deep water.

but that was weeks ago.

he’d confessed his love to you officially only two days ago. not that he ever tried to hide it.

you aim skylar’s beams at the mirror and amir appears with a larger-than-life smile on his face. having just gotten out of the shower, a towel was wrapped around your body tightly. you almost just wanted to see what amir would have to say.

“ah, eshgham! you look especially dazzling today.” he pouts his lips slightly, taking in your form with a finger to his mouth. “you’ve even taken my recommendation on what colors suit you.” he smiled at the realization. he was blunt, but it came from a good place. you knew that by now.

“i did. i’ve stepped up my game, right?”

“more than that, azizam. i’m shocked you have yet to receive a call to be on the cover of a magazine.” amir was always gentle with his words when it came to you. even the harshest criticisms were delivered softly. you could appreciate someone like that.

you laughed at the idea of that even happening. with him still in front of you, you reach for your blow dryer.

“you’re a charmer, amir, truly.” taking amir’s compliments seriously had always been quite difficult for you. he always wanted to help you look your best, because that’s when he looked his best. he reflects what he sees.

you notice something different in his gaze today, something that makes your skin buzz. buzz as if you’d taken five shots of vodka without a chaser.

“i reflect what i see, dear.” he stepped towards you, taking the blow dryer out of your hand and placing on the sink countertop. “must i prove my affections another way?”

your heart flutters, hands coming up to clutch your bath towel. a soft, nearly inhumanely soft hand comes to your cheek. it tingles your skin like a sparkler, goosebumps rising at every small brush.

a shaky breath escaped your parted lips. “please do.”

“we’re begging now, dear? no need. whatever you need, it’s yours.” with that, amir’s lips dropped to yours, grazing against them ever so softly. your hands found purchase on his chest, his kiss quickly turning bruising.

the porcelain of the sink pressed up against your lower back, sending a shiver down your body. amir’s hands make quick work of your bath towel. the damp fabric hit the tile with a soft thud.

you shuddered at the cold air hitting your body. of course, amir has to pull away to admire you. his hands go just about anywhere they can reach. his lips part, but he doesn’t speak. it’s like he’s awestruck. at a loss for words.

his hand grazes over your breast, causing a shudder to rack through your body. the way he pinches your pert peak has you starting to pant.

before you know it, you’re on top of the counter. amir starts to suckle at your peak, looking up at you whenever he grants you with soft kitten licks. his other hand massaged the opposite breast.

he’s beyond turned on. partly because he’s mirroring you and partly because he’s so in awe of how perfect you are. when you’d moved into this house, he’d felt like an utter creep every time you’d look at yourself in the mirror bare.

now, he got to appreciate this bare form as much as he liked.

“ah, azizam, azizam.” he pants out against your breast, kissing and sucking at the flesh. he pecks his way down your body, kneeling down a bit more until he reaches your mons.

“she’s beautiful, eshgham. it looks like she wants me just as intensely as i desire her.” his thumb grazes up your slit, finding your bud almost immediately. he thumbs at it for a moment as he lifts your legs over his shoulders.

a stripe is licked up your folds, making it nearly impossible to keep any sounds quiet. you wanted to sincerely apologize to every object in the house for every sound you knew you were about to make.

he moans against you, licking and tonguing at every inch of your mound he could reach. his eyes are closed for most of it, until he decides to look at you. those beautiful mercury eyes are hooded, pupils blown out.

“eyes on me, azizam.”

you did as he said, not looking away as his tongue started to do circles around your clit. your jaw went slack, sounds beyond what could be described as lewd leaving your lips.

it doesn’t take long until you’re grasping at his hair and warning him you’re extremely close.

“amir…amir!” you cry out his name as you finish. all he does is smile with affection as he laps at you. for a moment, you got scared that you had ripped out a chunk of his hair. luckily, his beautiful waves were safe.

he stood up, hips between your legs. “i want you to see how beautiful you look when you come for me.” amir’s voice was a whisper as he picked you up and turned your back toward him.

you heard him undressing behind you, not to mention you could see him in the mirror. his body, like the rest of him, was undoubtedly perfect.

he wasted no time as he slid his cock into you with ease, bottoming out with a heavy groan. “ah, aziz-e delam.” the words were practically a whimper into your shoulder. he kissed over the birth marks there. his hips stuttered into your wetness, your warmth transferring all the way to his face and reddening his cheeks.

your hands gripped the counter in front of you, throbbing around amir’s cock as it slid in and out of you.

amir was a confident man, that was a fact that couldn’t be denied by you or any other object in the house, but that confidence wilted the moment he saw your parted lips and dazed face in the mirror.

“oh, azizam. you feel incredible.” his eyes met yours in the mirror, and he reached up to hold your jaw so you could see your face as well. “absolutely gorgeous.”

you wanted to respond to his words, but the way he was pressing up against your cervix with every thrust had you unable to speak.

you intentionally clenched around him, causing his hips to stutter. “ah, azizam…!” he moaned out, his large hands gripping your hips tightly. his thrusts got sloppier, his sounds got louder. you knew he was close. “can i finish inside, dear? tell me no if you must.” he murmured his words against her shoulder, trying to control himself.

you bit your lip, thinking over your answer. well, no. you didn’t actually have to think much about it. “god, yes.”

amir didn’t need any more convincing. with a breathy groan, the both of you came at the same time. he whimpered your name as he came inside you, kissing up your neck gently.

you panted, heart stuttering as you relished in the afterglow of it all. amir leaned to whisper in your ear.

“âsheghetam.”

[javaelemental]

Re: Murderbot

A couple of days ago I picked up the first Murderbot book (All Systems Red), largely because the TV trailer for the show had looked good and my tumblr dashboard was jam-packed full of people professing their love for the books.

Later, as the show started airing, my tumblr dashboard filled up with people loving the show.

Finally, I hit a night where watching shitty TV didn't sound like much fun, so I snagged the book and chewed through it in a few hours. (It's a short novella and I'm a fast reader.)

The book was delightful. I'm definitely going to read the rest of them so no spoilers, plz.

Today, since I had a day off, I watched the show, and it is also delightful.

They changed a lot of things from the book as far as plot goes. I mean, the basic plot seems to be the same, but there's been a lot added and a lot skipped over. I expect that's due to the extremely internal nature of the novella. A lot of what goes on in the book is basically Murderbot's internal narration, just it telling you what's going on. Not a lot of detail on, for example, action scenes. Also not a lot about what the human crew is actually up to, since Murderbot kind of ignores them as much as it can and also finds the majority of their activity boring and/or useless.

A few thoughts:

They made Murderbot's crew seem extremely hippy-ish in all the worst, most stereotypical ways. On one hand, I don't love that. They didn't seem this useless in the book. On the other hand, having lived in Oregon for fifteen years, I've met each and every one of these characters personally and in real life and they all act exactly like that. It was both annoying and hilarious.

Particularly so when Labeebee or whatever her name was showed up. Like, absolutely everyone should have seen how that was going to go, and yet not one single crew member did and for as much time as I spent muttering at the TV screen "She's a bad guy how can you not TELL that," those folks I know from Oregon would also have been this irritatingly naive and oblivious.

I like the expanded look into corporate life. You didn't see much of that in the first book. (I assume it starts getting mentioned in later books.)

They cut back more than a bit on mentioning how crappy all of the corporation's products are, which I kind of didn't like. A big reason why Murderbot manages as much as he does and why so much of the obvious fuckery gets missed until later is because the corporation's products are such hot garbage. Like, they do mention it, but it the books it's a fairly big plot device.

Anyway, I'm very much looking forward to the rest of the books, and the rest of the show. If you've been hearing a lot about it and haven't checked it out yet, do so. It's a lot of fun.

[conelluwrites]

namgyu x f!reader w a height difference ^_^ ? plz add smut too !!!

Collide Like Two Stars

AO3 link Explicit Requests are open Masterlist here Word Count: 2.8k Summary: Nam-Gyu has a serious thing for size difference. He loves how small you look beneath him, how your lips stretch around him, how you squirm when he teases whether he’ll even fit. Whether he’s folding you in half in bed or slinging an arm over your shoulders in public, he lives to remind you just how tiny you are compared to him and how much he loves it. Warnings: hyperfocus on height, raw, nam-gyu is gross around his friend (Thanos mention), dom!nam-gyu/sub!reader, reader is shorter than Nam-gyu), use of "little [pet name]" and "tiny [pet name]", misogyny (it's Nam-gyu, c'mon), established relationship, Nam-gyu gets off on reader being inferior to him (shorter, weaker, etc), Nam-gyu isn't a good boyfriend Other: I hope you like it anon! I wrote out Nam-gyu being a shitty boyfriend multiple times because, let's face it, he'd probably suck at it. But I did tone his shitty attitude down, keeping the warning as him being a bad boyfriend though cause he's not all lovey-dovey. Hope you understand!!

Nam-gyu is pretty tough to be around. He always acts like he has something to prove, mostly to himself but also to whatever guy happens to be in close enough proximity for him to feel inferior. This only intensified when he finally got a girlfriend- not one of those loose club whores he usually entertained but rather an actual, for real, in love girlfriend. It was a sickly sweet feeling at first, and even several months on it’s still hard for him to wrap his head around. Someone finding him worthy of being around even without the haze of drugs, the burn of alcohol, or deafening music of a club? Unheard of, but he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth- especially not when that gift horse is as pretty and perfect as she is. She’s shorter than him, weaker than him, all around less than him. He loves it, it's better than any drug he’s ever done in his entire life and he loves it even more when people are around to witness how inferior she is to him. Shit, it’s enough to make him embarrassingly hard.

Having Thanos over at his shitty apartment wasn’t anything new, hell he might as well live with him at this point. Having his girl over at the same time? Now that was something he was still getting used to. She didn’t seem to mind his messy apartment, though she did occasionally clean up when she was around. Just like a good woman should, he thinks to himself as she busies herself with picking up the multitude of cigarette butts, cleaning and not complaining. Thanos was showing him his newest rap- some bars that Nam-gyu would never admit outloud to being shit over a beat that would no doubt get the women at the club wet. Not that he cares about that much anymore, he’s found himself increasingly only concerned over whether or not his girl was so slick that her arousal stuck to her like a second skin.

Nam-gyu glances over at Thanos who is bobbing his head to his beat and looking zoned out. Thanos is taller than him, not by much, but enough to make him upset if he thought it over. He’s also got more experience than he does. He feels himself sneer, his mind immediately shifting the way that women flocked over Thanos but only gave him pity pussy- or that’s what he told himself in the mornings after. Damn Thanos and his stupid handsome face, his stupid perfect height, his stupid perfect… everything. It wasn’t fair, even when he has a girlfriend with a solid cunt while Thanos is still just banging loose sluts and groupies, it ate him alive.

He’s not even sure why it eats him alive, not when his girl is so obscenely perfect and so obsessively his. Maybe it’s the way he knows he’s shorter than his best friend, the way he knows he has to try harder to be charming, the way he has to make conscious attempts to woo her… But acknowledging his own faults, or rather his perceived faults, would require him to look internally and find out why he feels so inferior, which is definitely not something he wants to do. Not when he can just make his girl even more inferior, of course.

God, the beat of Thanos’ music is quickly becoming the background noise for his self inflicted misery. He takes Thanos’ phone from his hand and turns it off before tossing it to the table. It doesn’t stop his friend from continuing to make noises. Skrrrt. Grahh. Real annoying stuff, he’s too sober for this bullshit right now. He must look real irritated as Thanos stares at him when he doesn’t receive the cheers he’s expecting for his spectacular performance. Then a grin bursts out on Thanos’ face, splitting it open practically as he slaps his friend’s shoulder. He slaps his friend’s hand away, sneering at the contact. He doesn’t want to be touched right now, especially not by someone who obviously sees him as inferior.

“Babe?” His girlfriend’s sweet, loving voice cuts through his self loathing. “Can you help me reach something?”

Immediately his eyes light up as they dart to the kitchen where she’s standing on her tiptoes. Of course she needs him, needs him. Doesn’t need Thanos’ dumbass, just needs him. Thanos snorts as he stands up without even so much as a vocal noise to let her know he’s on his way to help. It would be sweet if not for the fact he’s mostly doing it to boost his own confidence. She points up to an upper shelf, making him smirk. He put her favorite sweet treat on a shelf he knew she couldn’t reach. What? They’re treats. She doesn’t need them all the time.

“What? Can’t reach it, little one?” He asks. He doesn’t say the endearment like he loves her, it’s more so taunting and meant to remind her of her place. “Need help from your man to reach that treat you want?” It’s almost like he’s talking down to a dog.

“Mhm.” She nods, then lets out a tiny gasp as he presses himself against her. He makes a show of it, one hand on her waist to keep her steady as he leans over her to reach the treat for her. She’s so small in his grasp, he loves it. It’s intoxicating even, the way he could just as easily grasp her shirt and toss her aside like it’s nothing. He doesn’t, of course, but he could.

“There you go.” He whispers, handing her the snack. His hand lingers on it, he wants to feel her try to pull it from his grasp. It’s foreplay for him, really, nothing more than a way for him to get his kicks. He lets her tug on it once, twice, three times then lets it go. He’s smiling, a real and genuine smile- the kind that makes his eyes crinkle up slightly.

“Thanks, baby.” She says, leaning up to kiss his cheek. The slight pressure on his cheek makes him feel flushed but he shrugs it off like it’s no big deal. But fuck, it’s such a big deal. Women, in his view, don’t like to kiss on him unless they want something- a VIP experience, drugs, alcohol, something deeper than a treat. “You’re so tall, I love it.”

There it is… Acknowledgement that he’s taller than her. Stronger than her. Better than her. He feels his cock jump to life as he places both his hands on her stomach as she eats the treat. She’s so tiny in his arms. He can’t get enough of it, God, it’s perfect. He gives a single, ‘is this okay’ type of grind against her ass. He knows his friend is just in the other room, but he couldn’t give less of a damn. It’s not as if Thanos hadn’t full on fucked women in front of him before, he can at the very least grind against his girl. When she doesn’t say anything while pushing her ass back ever so slightly against him, he chuckles darkly. Naughty girl, he thinks to himself.

He pulls away reluctantly and slaps her ass, relishing in the way she giggles quietly and nods at him. SIlent communication- something that he loves, something that he can't get enough of, something that he never knew he craved. Sure, he loved fucking random cunt every other night, but there’s just something better about his girl- the way they know what each other means by a simple nod or a finger point.

“A’ight, fuck off.” He calls out, slapping his hands together and then rubbing together like he’s planning something massive. Thanos looks to him, then to his friend’s girl who comes up to stand beside Nam-gyu. He slings an arm over her shoulder, making her look even smaller than she does on her own. He leans against her slightly, waving a hand dismissively at Thanos. Thanos puts his hands up, he knows when his friend wants to pound pussy and who is he to cockblock.

The mere second that he leaves, the instant that door closes, Nam-gyu turns to her and looks so damn excited. Him! Excited for pussy he’s fucked countless times already! But he’s not focused on getting deep in her cunt, not yet anyway. He’s too focused on the way her lips spread in a grin, the way her pretty eyes are glued on his, the way his cock twitches eagerly at the idea of seeing her cute, pink tongue dart out to lick and slurp him.

He wastes no time, looking over at the curtains to ensure they’re closed before tangling up his fingers into her hair and shoving her down. He doesn’t care if someone looks in, not truly, but he doesn’t want to get kicked out of his shitty apartment for having visible sex again. Fuck, she’s gorgeous on her knees. A sight that he’s taken pictures of in the past, hell his home screen is of her in a similar position- though with less clothing. His free hand feverishly tries to undo his pants button, when he ends up being unable to, he grunts in frustration. “Do it for me. Do it, tiny princess. Free my cock.”

Her fingers deftly work the button and zipper, her fingers curling into the waistband of his ripped, old jeans to tug them down to his knees. His cock isn’t fully erect, not yet, but she doesn’t care. She leans forward and kisses the half hard-half soft cock. The gentle contact makes his fingers twitch in her hair and a sigh leave his lips. He holds her in place, grunting out directions to stick her tongue out. When he feels the warm breath of her on his hardening cock, he grinds forward. A soft noise leaves his girl, her pretty eyes looking up at like he’s the messiah as he starts to swell against her face. She can feel it twitch and pulse against her tongue even through the fabric of his boxers.

“Good girl, just like that, little one.”

“Mmph…”

When he’s satisfied enough with his cock, he frees it completely and grins as it hits against the tip of her nose. It looks so fucking nice and big against her face, the way she goes cross-eyed and stares at it, he loves it. He holds the shaft and slaps it against her outstretched tongue, a laugh-moan leaving him as her lips curve around it.

“Suck.”

A simple demand, one she’s more than eager to accept. Her lips stretch obscenely around his girth. He’s average in size, but fuck his girth… It’s enough to make her lips burn. When she hesitates to take him deeper, he looks downright evil as he thrusts forward. A sweet gag leaves her, her eyes shutting tight as her body tries to reject the intrusion before he pulls back.

“Awh? Am I too big for the little thing? How pitiful…” He ruts forward again. Again. Again. Again. Then pulls out completely. He laughs as she coughs and sputters, drool and pre-cum connecting her now swollen lips to his head. He tauntingly pats her head. “Good girl, good girl…”

She pants softly, nodding up at him at his praise. She looks so damn cute, so damn loving as she licks her lips. “Thanks, baby. I try for you.” She doesn’t have to try, fuck, she doesn’t have to try. She’s the best damn girl, best damn thing really, in his life.

“Now. Down, girl. On your back.” He doesn’t make an effort to get the blanket from the couch to ensure she won’t get carpet burns. Hey, that’s her duty after all, not his. But she doesn’t make a move for it either. She just obeys. She wiggles her shorts off and makes a move for her panties before he stops her. “Mmn, not like that. Wanna see my girl tug them to the side.” His cock jerks in his hand as he strokes himself, biting his bottom lip as her delicate fingers tug her panties to the side. He nods approvingly, his fingers going to trail up her dripping slit. He rubs his thumb and forefinger together afterwards, watching the way the slick connects the digits and then breaks apart. He clicks his tongue and then holds his finger out to her. She doesn’t need directions this time, her tongue flicking out to taste herself.

“Beg. Beg for my big, thick cock, my girl. Wanna hear you say that you need my cock splitting you open.” He groans, pre-cum sliding from his tip. “C’mon, baby girl, don’t make me wait.”

“Please, please fuck me?” Her voice is a gentle whine, “Stretch my pussy out with your thick cock.”

“Again.”

“Fuck me, Nam-gyu. Stretch my little pussy out with your big cock.”

“Good girl.”

He grunts when he sinks into her slick heat. He doesn’t slowly stretch her, why should he when he’s already done this so many times before. Even when her smaller hands press on his chest and she groans, he doesn’t stop until he’s fully hilted into her. Sweat slicks his brow as he looks down at her. He doesn’t want to hurt her, not really, but he doesn’t verbally know how to ask if she’s okay without sounding like some pussy.

“‘m okay.” She says, nodding and breathing slowly. She can tell by the slight hint of care in his eyes as he looks down at her. He nods in response, starting to thrust. He moves slowly, savoring the way she moans and mewls beneath him. The way her pussy clings to him like a damn vice, it’s perfection- she’s perfection. He’ll never get enough of it. “Good, cause I don’t think I could stop even if you weren’t good, little princess.” His voice is rough with the desire to jackhammer into her. He takes her legs and pushes them over his elbows and bends her up. He can hit deeper this way, make her make those sweet needy sounds, and be even closer to her. Be even closer to her- shit, what is he doing? Getting all mushy over this girl… his girl.

He buries his face in her neck and bites and licks at her skin, leaving precious marks that showed that she was is and only his. He loves it, loves knowing that his hickeys now mean something deeper than a quick fuck that will leave in the morning. His hands cradle her head so gently that it feels almost like a lie, even as his fingers curl tight into her hair.

“Fuck… Fuck this pussy is mine, ain’t it, baby girl?”

“Yes, yes, it’s yours.”

Fuck her voice… Her voice when she sounds like she’s right on edge of bliss just from a bit of dick in her cunt. He pulls away to rest his forehead on hers. It’s gross in a way, the way their foreheads were both slick with sweat and the way their arousal aerosols in the air around them. But goddamn is it also so special. The way she cups his face, the way her tiny hands caress his cheeks, the way her toes curl up.

“Gonna come.” He warns, leaning down to kiss her afterwards. “Tell me where I should come.” He’s never cared to ask any other girl where he should come, where he should let himself go truly, but with his girl it’s different.

“Fuck, uh-” Her mind goes absolutely blank, she wants his cum everywhere all at once. She knows it’s not possible, but goddamn she wants it.

“Tell. Me.” His voice is so rough, so demanding. One of his hands trails down to rub her clit in fast circles. “Tell me what’s on that pretty mind of yours.”

“In me?” She says, though it comes out as a question. “Wait, fuck, yes- finish in me.”

“That’s what you want, baby? You sure?” He languidly rolls his hips, kissing her neck. “If I co-”

“Ye- Yes!” His taunting question leaves her on the edge, she interrupts him and looks into his eyes desperately. “Don’t pull out, don’t.”

The way she begs so prettily for his cum sends him over the edge, his face reburied in her neck as his free hand holds her head close while he pushes the rest of his weight down on her. His cock pulses hard within her tight cunt, painting her internally with every jerk of his hips. He groans and moans out inaudible words and murmurs, praising her for being his good lil girl, his precious tiny princess.

His praise sends her over the edge, small moans mingling with his own as she holds onto him as tight as possible. Her gummy little walls clamp down and milk his cock eagerly. Both of their bodies tremble as they come down from their high.

“Love you.” he mumbles into her neck as he combs through her sweaty hair.

Her own fingers travel through his hair, “love you too.”

[ysaefinn]

Lady in waiting!Utahime and royalty!reader heavy on the mind!!!!

The soft, soft hands she takes such great care of, just for you. While bathing you, She massages your leg softly, careful to treat your skin with the utmost tenderness, eyes narrow and zeroed in on your body, a crease between her eyebrows in concentration.

You think she’s too uptight, she thinks she doesn’t do enough.

The soft silky nightgown hugs your figure just right, her hands do all the work necessary —As per usual— they move up and down your torso to smooth the fabric down, carefully chasing away any wrinkles —as if you’re heading anywhere but to bed– once her inspection is over, she rises to her feet, a satisfied smile illuminating her face. And god does she look stunning, the beautiful proud grin reserved for only you, when you complement the tea she made you; or when you visibly relax when her hands travel between the strings if her harp or the piano keys to serenade only you, just for your ears, your oh so tired ears after hours of sitting through meetings, old advisers taking and taking and talking-

Utahime has no idea how you manage to just sit there for hours and take it, an angel like you, if she had it her way your days would be spent relaxing with her in the garden, your head on her lap while her skilled hands move the plant stems around, creating a flower crown just for you, to finally nestle on top of your head, and watch you beam, rivaling the sun in her eyes; or if that’s too much to ask, she wishes your little wine evenings would last a little longer, you always let loose when you’re around her, but when alcohol joins the mix, you’re no different than an open book, wide open just for her, you laugh louder; you’re reactions are more lively; and you abandon every notion of personal space, that is her favorite perk, your delicate index finger underneath her chin, slowly travels towards her jugular vein, to settle on her collar bone and trace it gently, She lives for times like these, where she gets to dream that the strict social barriers that separate you aren’t there; where she doesn’t have to sweep her obvious displays of romantic affection for you under the rug of ‘her assigned duties’ ; where she doesn’t have to worry about the way that one knight looks at you, of the way the head maid’s hands visibly tremble when coming to close proximity with you, or the way the guards follow your graceful silhouette through the grand palace halls, it’s times like these where she doesn’t have to worry about the possibility of you reciprocating their pathetic silly little feelings, your lady in waiting knows for a fact that none of them can love you the way you need , the way you deserve, it’s times like these where she gets to lose herself in your adoring eyes and let the world go mute in the background.

Utahime yearns for this to be the norm. For every day to be stress free for you, and for you to hold her hand, proud and unashamed, but she understands that it isn’t possible, she doesn’t blame you for it either. But she still holds on to hope.

For now she will continue to make your tea; play music for you; bath you; get you read for and out of bed; and bask in the little touches you offer her every now and then.

[lukazade]

you know when you come out of the shower and you sit down with your towel on and you're straight up chilling and all of a sudden you realise you're bone dry and need to get up and get your ass DRESSED? that's this

[so-long-soldier28]

tvdu: siphons are so rare, there were a couple, but they got eradicated and confined to a little prison far away, and we haven't had one in over seventy years, but aw crap, we missed a bloodline and there's one now

also tvdu: y'know what, there's only been one siphon born in an entire century, but now we wanna be special and dramatic, so there's gonna be two and they're gonna be twins, and everyone's gonna freak out bc they're supposed to be so rare

[finnsblood]

i rant about hyunsu for a bit Ok bye

(for @sleepboysummer ………….)

something something hyunsu was always obligated to others. he helped people not only out of empathy but duty - he never had a choice for himself, in the end, with his perpetual selflessness and his empathy, he denied himself an opportunity to be selfish. it’s what hes scared of but desires all the same; in season one, he wants to be normal, he wants the opportunity to just be another survivor who dies. it’s why his monster alter ego is always encouraging him to be selfish and mean, because despite empathy and his obligation to others, being arguably the most resilient one there, he just wanted to pursue things for himself. i think what makes him stable in late season one is that he not only has a renewed desire to live, hes also had more freedom with his choices and actions, and while this also comes with a cost (hyunsu you are too easily manipulatable) it makes him stable. it makes him feel normal again.

as much as i dislike season two and season three, it’s a refreshing start to hyunsu’s character- while in season one he easily slips back into old habits (becoming selfless to the point it endangers him greatly) i’m glad to see him be a little more .. selfish? just more levelheaded. while his empathy still shows in small increments (him constantly helping eunyu which Like don’t get me started on her & him) hes certainly trying to heal in his own way, isolating himself from others who either try to ask help from him or shoot him on sight - and also, helping yi-su, as he’s obviously grown a fondness for her. it’s obvious that when the conflict occurs - wether it’s meeting eun-yu again or things concerning yi-su - he grows outwardly unstable, switching between himself and his monster ego as his mind just starts Going in Shambles. i think before everything happened in s3, he was genuinely happy with yi-su and maybe even yi-koung, because he chose to go with them and help them, without any obligations to them(other than MAYBE green home stuff). he was on the path to healing! something something something people mentioning that the greenery was taking over buildings with the lack of people symbolizing hyunsus own healing! (that’s a reach. don’t listen to me)

anyways. don’t get me started on his monster alter ego. he’s like a whole different character aside from hyunsu and i hate that he so often.. gets sexualized? for lack of better word? like i get hyunsus actor was hot and some people dig the mean personality rather than hyunsus awkward one but Cmon. it’s obvious that hyunsu resents his monster side So Much in season one, while in two and three he has like. a shaky relationship with his alter ego. that monster inside of him (LITERALLY) hated hyunsu too and Actively Shittalked him and aired out his business to whoever was listening. it’s obvious that they share a body - memories - and his monster alter ego respects hyunsu to listen to his wishes (in s2 & 3) but like THEY HATE EACH OTHER!! hyunsu wants to be normal and be allowed to die without being stuck 24/7 with a guy who’s literally in his thoughts whispering Hateful & Violent things in his mind and he wants to be HAPPY! something something about him being sad postcanon that he couldn’t be powerful enough to turn into neohumans and that he’s completely othered from everyone else . something something that the only other true special infectee was evil who Onlywanted power. something something guys idk Where I Was Going

[strawberryrhubarbs]

plz send me positive vibes as I am currently fighting my doctor’s office trying to get my adderall refilled 🙄🙄

[doctorjohcoy]

god did not make most of humanity in the deepest, richest, most gorgeous shades of brown and black only for you to go n make yo characters ASHEN GREY

[demadogs]

devastatingly disappointed that the entire young royals tag is filled with comparisons to rwrb and heartstopper as if i dont love young royals entirely because its executed so much better than either of those

[howthesleeplesswander]

surprise starter for @greedbent because Baizhu saw my other muses bothering his "secret" crush and refused to be left out 😤

"I have a prediction. Would you like to hear it?" Changsheng's voice floated into the front room of the pharmacy from somewhere up in the rafters. She hadn't shown herself once since he'd begun work that morning; Baizhu had assumed she'd been with Qiqi or Gui.

"Well, don't leave me in suspense," the doctor replied airily. Faced with a break in patients for the afternoon, Baizhu had begun filling prescriptions. Even while conversing, practiced hands moved of their own accord: one adding leaves and petals from the trays of mint and qingxin beside him to a large medicinal cauldron, while the other worked the milky substance within beneath a starsilver pestle.

Naturally though, Changsheng did exactly that. He'd nearly forgotten she'd said anything by the time she divulged her 'prediction.' "Sssomething tellsss me that today isss about to get interesssting."

Baizhu hummed, attention fixed on his work. "Oh? What makes you say that?"

Her answering snicker came from directly above him. He paused as Changsheng dropped onto his shoulders so he wouldn't spill anything. "You'll sssee sssoon enough," was all she said as she adjusted her coils, and the doctor shook his head fondly. With her affinity for the vague and riddled, sometimes Baizhu wondered if his companion wasn't some long-lost adeptus in disguise.

Minutes passed with only the scrape of the pestle along the cauldron's base to fill the silence. Then footsteps sounded on the stairs leading up to the pharmacy—but there was something...unique about them. Not just a rhythmic tap-tap of shoes on pavement, but with an additional tone layered in unison. Metal on stone. Tap-tapclink.

That could only mean...

Ah. Well, in all fairness, Changsheng was rarely wrong about these things.

Baizhu didn't look up until the steps arrived in the entryway. To anyone else, the sight of a man clad in all black, gazing into their shop with such intent, sharp eyes may be cause for alarm. But Baizhu simply smiled, hands pausing to give his newfound visitor his undivided attention.

"Why, Kaz, what a pleasant surprise. How nice to see you." Likely not a sentiment heard often, but it was entirely sincere. He pointedly ignored Changsheng's muttered 'I told you' that tickled his ear. "Is there something I can do for you? Oh—unless you're here for your 'prescription'?"

The code word was second-nature despite there being no one else in the pharmacy to overhear. With a grin so pleasant adorning his features, the doctor certainly appeared to be speaking of a legitimately prescribed medication, rather than the special-ordered poison that currently sat fermenting on his kitchen counter. "It's nearly finished, but I'm afraid it needs another hour or so to infuse for maximum...potency." There was a dark edge to the chuckle that rolled in his chest. "We must be sure it's strong enough to take care of the problem, mustn't we?"

[thinkinpoink]

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[madamechrissy]

Baby You're No Good

Pairings - Cult leader/clan Leader Geto x F! reader

Summary - You have been promised to marry the psychotic, human hating leader of the Geto Clan, Suguru. Your heart sinks at the wedding when you realize you're likely to be ended once you've fulfilled your duty, giving him an heir. He detests you on sight, as do you, but something happens the first time you lay together, Suguru swears you're some witch, because he can't get enough of you. He becomes consumed with fucking you, with the excuse of 'having an heir' but you begin to wonder just where the lines are blurring. Would you survive this- and will Suguru survive being with you?

CW- Arranged marriage trope, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, psychotic Geto lol- lots of hate sex, Suguru calling you a stupid monkey, angsty in places, FULL of smut. Reader is a virgin bc she's sheltered due to been promised to him. Reader is FEISTY asf and mean right back. Explicit sex and Geto being whipped/insane/obsessed and psycho. This part- OH BOY- fingering, Suguru being a psychotic munch so oral (f recieving) rough sex, dirty talk, multiple positions, choking and smacking (in and out of the bedroom) cockwarming, mating press, creampie, TOXIC asf, hate sex, angst. WC this part- 8k

Will be three parts I THOUGHT now looking like four lmao <3 Plz share/comment/ like if you enjoy!- This won the poll as the thank you for 7k followers, tysmmm!

<<<Part One - Playlist - Masterlist - Part Three (soon) Based on Clan Leader Geto

Part Two

“Now.”

Suguru’s quiet command was just that, a command, one for you to obey as his ‘wife’. But you damn sure weren’t going to act like you wanted to fuck this deranged psycho any more than you already did.

“Get it over with then, the sooner I get pregnant the better.”

“Exactly, we won’t have to do this any longer. Useless little-”

You smack him, earning a psychotic glare, violet eyes glittering dangerously as your hand stings, and red lifts on his perfect face. “Call me a monkey one more time.”

He smirks, leaning close now, yanking you to him, turning you and unzipping your dress, letting it fall, so you don’t see just how perfect he thinks you are. His hands slip around your front, one sliding up to squish a breast, thumb brushing a nipple, making you cry out before you can stop yourself, he chuckles at your response, his other finding your pussy now, dripping.

“Already so wet, hmm? Admit it, you love getting fucked by me, you know how above you I am, pathetic… human. Hmm?” You turn in surprise, as you’re soaking his fingers now, your lips parted, tantalizing, eyes rolling back as he finds your engorged little clit, swirling his fingers on it.

“Fuck… you… mnh…” Is all you manage, as he feels your hair fall back against his chest, and his cock is already throbbing, even after jerking it this morning and last night, he has to be inside you again.

“Soaking me from a little touch? So fucking pathetic.” He whispers, you bite down on your lip, shoving at his hands then, turning.

“Just put it in, I can take it now.” You have him lifting you like you’re nothing, and for this brief moment when he holds you, and your lips are too close, he pictures it, letting go with someone so measly and useless, someone so annoying and absolutely insolent.

But he can never think that way.

He tosses you on the bed, spreading your thighs, spitting right on your pussy then, you gasp at it, lewd and wanton, as he watches the bubbly clear liquid pool between lips still puffy from getting fucked last night. He moans at the sight, at loud, as he leans down, inhaling you, and you shove at him with your feet, earning another death glare.

“What are you doing, just get it done. Don’t… whatever that is!” He aches to taste you, fuck you’re annoying him, the scent driving him insane. He can smell how badly you want him, as he gathers his spit and shoves it in your little hole, and you whine out, sore and throbbing.

“Stop thinking you can tell me what to do, you’re nothing but a tool for me, a pretty little tool.”

“Pretty huh?” You cry out as he scissors his fingers now, done with your remarks, his other hand slamming on your mouth, muffling your protests.

“Will you shut up, fuck I’ll get there.” Suguru took his time with things, he wants to devour every pretty inch of your body, but you’re correct, it is in fact stupid to do so, to waste the talents of his tongue and mouth on your pretty, but useless human body. “Undress me.”

You take a shaky breath, sitting up now, with no help of his, undoing the buttons  of these black robes he’s wearing, pretentious and royal, stupid just like him. You’re filled with so much hate your chest heaves, as you realize your body wants this, and you hate that it does. You quickly drop his robes and once again, gulping as you remember the initial pain last night.

Suguru watches you hesitate, raising a dark brow now, acting as if his tip leaking precum is just so normal for this situation. “Go on, I’ll allow it.” He says then, and your eyes narrow.

“Allow what?” Your voice is full of laughter, he wonders if you have any sense of self preservation, serving to only infuriate him further.

“You to serve me, you may if you beg pretty enough.” He tilts your chin up then, and you burst into laughter, only making him scowl down at you.

“I’ll not serve you anymore than I already have to. Get one of your little cult girls to do that.”

“You insolent-”

“Come on now, what position is best for baby making?” He turns you around then, until you’re on your knees, you look back wildly at him, at his flexing muscles, his long dark hair falling over a shoulder as he grabs your hips.

“Arch your back, monkey.” Your jaw sets, and he realizes very quickly you won’t, sighing and rolling violet eyes, pressing between your shoulder blades, yanking on your hip and almost cumming at how pretty your ass looks arched. “Fuck…”

“This is the best po-mnh!” He’s pressing his tip against you, up your slit now, which pools out arousal, when he smacks you firm on one ass cheek. “Don’t fucking do that psycho!”

“You’ve irritated me.”

Your ass looks perfect with his handprints.

“Now, arch more, hmm?”

He just wants a good look at you, how small your waist looks like this, how your ass is shaped so perfectly, hips fitting in his big hands that are taking you over, and he presses deeper, sucking in his moans. His thumbs press into the dimples on your lower back, cursing silently at how perfect you feel, gripping just his tip he could cum, his head falling forward as he leans over you.

His feet planted on the floor, he presses further, making you cry out, as he stretches you, fills you, and damn if it doesn’t feel good. You bite it back again, inhaling sharply as he leans over you, his hair now falling against your bare shoulders, his breath hot in your neck as he shoves his cock so deep. His hand comes to cup your chin, turning it to make you look up at him.

God you’re pretty.

“Got you to shut up- hah.” He huffs, and you open your mouth to protest when he slams your cervix, squeezing your throat just so, until you’re fuzzy, and your cunt is slick, sucking him in hungry.

“F-fuck you… hate it…” You whisper, he laughs then, deep and dark in your ear, squeezing your throat tighter with long fingers, beginning to fuck into you, lewd noises filling your bed chamber as he moves.

“Could fucking kill you right now, tiny, pathetic little neck. Could snap it right now, huh?” He squeezes further, and you should be terrified, surely, but instead you’re convulsing around his cock, making you both sigh in pleasure, as each of you try to hide your body's reactions, and fail the more he pumps.

“Kill me… then… do it…” You whisper, and he squeezes more now, your windpipe pressed between his strong hand, as he presses fully in, bottoming out all his inches in your pussy, and you scream silently, eyes rolling back in your skull as you feel fuzzy, like you’re floating.

“I could do it, oh I could do it.” He loves it then, feeling as you’re close, he can tell with how your body jerks and moves, then he’s shoving deep and rolling his hips, watching as you shatter for him. “Can’t fucking help it, feel too good?”

You shake your head even as he’s squeezing your neck, as you’re cumming all over his cock, when he lets go, and you take a breath, burying your face, fingers gripping the silk red and black blankets. You don’t see Geto losing it, his hands shaking, cock pulsing as your walls flutter, and he feels it, he’s close already, you’re too tight, you’re too much.

Annoying.

“Don’t wanna show me how much you like it, do you?” You shake your head, gasping for a breath then.

“Hate it, hate you, hate your dick- ah!” He’s on you then, prone position, heavy weight over your much smaller body, taking you over. You’re whimpering helplessly when he finds your clit again, and shoves his cock deep. “S-stop touching it, shit!”

“You like it, huh?” You bite your lip, shaking your head as he fucks you far too intimately, one elbow holding himself up, hand right back on your throat, as he laps up sweat that’s dripping down the curve of your neck. “You love it, me inside you, don’t you monkey?”

“Fuck you.” You manage to breathe out, giving him no satisfaction as you bury your face again, hands gripping the blankets so hard they’re crumpling, screaming as he makes you cum again, as he makes you hate him more.

Suguru loses himself in you, burying his face in your neck, as he had last night, groaning softly as he feels your orgasm surround him, milk him, pulling his fingers back finally giving your overstimulated clit a reprieve. He puts his fingers to his lips then, and when he tastes you!?

Suguru pauses his thrusts, the sweetness of you unlike anything he’s ever tasted, making his cock twitch inside you, and suddenly it’s too intimate, it’s too much, having him inside you, on you, teeth sinking into your neck. It feels far too perfect, and you despise this monster even more for it, for making you weak against him, under him like this.

“God…” He murmurs, confusing you when he presses his lips against your ear, breath tickling it again, making you shiver. “Ready for me to fill you up?”

“Get it d-done.” You squeak out, he yanks you further down on his cock, pumping inside you then, and you swear this psycho cult leader whimpers, it’s almost disorienting hearing it, you barely manage to focus, as your vision swims. When his sexy - fuck it’s not sexy - moan fills your ears, and he’s shoving his thick cock so deep, you can’t stop your body’s reaction.

You’re cumming again, only edging him on further, laughing at you, even as he’s crying out, pulling your hair by the nape of your neck, pumping so deep. “F-fuck… gonna put so much in you, fill you till your stupid little ass can’t walk.”

“Fuck you- ngh!” Your orgasm is just extended as his cum fills you so deep inside, feeling him pulse and spurt so much cum it’s stupid.

“Bratty, annoying, insolent… fuck…” perfect, you feel perfect.

Suguru supposes if he had to be paired with a monkey, you were by far the best, he’d never felt anything like you before, even how you smell, the softness of your skin, everything just draws him in. He tries to shake himself out of the stupor, feeling your aftershocks milking every last drop from him, impulse making him press a kiss on your upper back.

“Don’t do that.” You whisper now, and he pauses himself, why is he kissing your skin, why is he lingering. This isn’t what this is for, it’s for power, it’s for an heir to get the Geto clan off his fucking back.

After that you won’t be needed to breed would you?

Suguru contemplates that for a moment, still laying on you, hoping you don’t get pregnant any time soon, which confuses him more than anything, as you’re gasping for a breath under him, wriggling just so. “You’re heavy, get off me.”

“You’re such a mean little bitch, you know that?” He hops off you then, turning you to your back and shoving you down by your collar bones, your breaths come faster as he looms over you, thin sheen of sweat coating his perfect body.

“A bitch? You expect me to be happy, to worship you? I never will.” You whisper, his fingers itch to touch you more, when he finally pulls back, and sees it, the milky white cum starting to ooze from your little hole. The sight of it ignites something feral in him, as he takes his fingers and scoops it up, your mouth drops open just a bit.

“You’re not even keeping the cum inside you, hmm? Guess I’ll have to help you keep it in.” He shoves his two thick, long fingers in your cunt then, watching as your hole swallows it, and you’re whimpering, so sexy his cock, sticky from you still, twitches again.

“N-not necessary, is this?” You whisper, clearly naive and innocent, it’s him defiling you really, but how can he help himself, when he needs more of you.

“It is very necessary, slutty little cunt wasting it all.”

“Slutty, bet your cult girls are like a - ah!” Suguru is curling his fingers in you again as you speak, making you stutter, when his thumb hits your clit again. “That… part… why do you…”

“Cumming, it’ll help it take.” You frown at him, brows drawing together. “It’s not as if I want you to have pleasure, or work at it, but it’s true.”

“We’re already done now though, can you- f-fuck I…” You’re gushing down his hands, the mix of his own cum and yours making him die to taste it.

“Tsk, so messy, aren’t you?” He slips his fingers out now, putting them inside your mouth, only for you to enjoy this asshole’s taste before you think better and bite the shit out of his fingers, making him scowl as he pulls them back. “Not just weak and useless, you’re stupid. Think I won’t kill you before you have a baby?”

“Worth it to bite your stupid fingers and slap your stupid face.” You sit up as he finally stands, blushing for a moment as you see the wet spot you’ve caused, as you see his cum trailing down his tip. You think wildly about licking it before you stand and turn away, clearing your throat and bending down to get your robes.

“You’re lucky my family needs you around, or I’d send a curse in and kill you in your fucking sleep.” You roll your eyes, adjusting your robes now as you turn, seeing him still shirtless, as he adjusts his own robes.

“Anything else you require of me, husband or Lord Geto- whatever the hell I’m supposed to call you.” He chuckles then, cupping your face, but not sweetly, no he’s squeezing it, violet eyes so dilated they look black, the intensity making your heart falter for a moment.

“Your mouth is just begging to be shut. Maybe if I fuck your throat good enough you’ll lose your voice?” He taunts, and your glare just makes him hard all over again, along with the thought of fucking this insolent mouth of yours. “Nothing to say about that? Get you wet?’

Yes.

“You wish.” He smirks his full lips, trailing his fingers down your waist now.

“You’ll be dripping me all day, won’t you?”

“I sure hope not, it’s uncomfortable and disgusting.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You are!” You shove at him now, breaths faster and faster, he loses his smirk, his humor, gripping your wrist bruisingly.

“You’ll be ready for dinner tonight, as well as my meeting tomorrow, you’ll be everywhere I am publicly.”

“Oh joy, can’t wait.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he opens the door, summoning the little bull curse again, who runs up to you now. Suguru’s eyes narrow, as he turns and watches the curse lick your cheek. He’s known the curse to be odd, but the way you giggle, how your face lights up?

He’s seen you scowl, seen tears in your eyes, seen your jaw set and your eyes full of fire, but for the moment you’re just happy, as the curse is nudging at your hand, and he realizes you’re not just a pretty human. You’re fucking beautiful, the kind of girl who would have taken the Suguru of Jujutsu high days by his heart, that would have had him desperate for you.

He’s not that man, but some part of him annoyingly persists, the part that misses Gojo, Shoko, fuck he misses Nanami, so many of his fallen classmates. The rage he holds is usually enough to keep the loneliness at bay, the fact that though he’s surrounded by people who love him, who need him, he’s truly alone. There are no friends, there is no love anymore.

You remind him of a past he aches to forget, when your smile and glittery eyes look at him, before they fall, and you remember yourself, which Suguru needs almost, he doesn’t need to crave happiness for you. A means to an end, perhaps the sex has ruined his fucking brain.

“Could I name him?” You ask, and he wants to smile at you, the smile he used to have, not the cruel psychotic smirk, but instead he just shrugs a broad shoulder.

“If you must, I never gave him one. He’ll keep you…” Safe. “From leaving, but he won’t…” Hurt you. “He’s very calm.”

“I know, I like him a lot. Hmm, I’ll think of a name for you, handsome boy.” You tease him, and then Suguru hears your tummy growl quite loudly, making you flush in embarrassment.

“I’ll have someone show you where the kitchens are.” He says, he hasn’t even contemplated that you need food, and even curse users eat. Clearly he’s been a little too… involved with that insane pussy you think is normal, to worry about you properly functioning.

“Oh thank you I guess… I haven’t eaten since I’ve been here.”

“Ah, that’s… not okay for making a baby.” A baby, the words hit hard then, you know your duty but to think of it… to think of your life being over… to think of bearing this man a baby.

Your tummy lurches even as you’re starving.

“I’ll send the girls up, they’re a little more…” What should he care of your comfort!? “They’re well adapted here, it’s their home.” You nod then, and he walks out, leaving you with this derpy looking curse, body aching from Suguru’s touches, as you sit on the bed, and the curse jumps up for more pets.

Just who was Suguru Geto, how did he get this way?

Should you even care, and would you survive long enough to know if it’s even worth it?

Soon Mimiko and Nanako are giggling, taking each of your hands, sucking on little lollipops and damn near frolicking, as they guide you through each hall of this ridiculous estate. They start asking you more and more questions, and for whatever reason it doesn’t feel malicious, like Suguru, like the others, like the Geto family.

“Dad seems to really think you’re pretty.” Nanako says, and you shake your head with a laugh.

“No way.”

“Have you seen how he stared at you? While you were dancing?” Mimiko asks, and you almost snort.

“Yeah, no, your dad… hates me. Clearly.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.” Nanako says, then points to a kitchen with cooks actively working, the aromas making your tummy growl again. “Go ahead, get whatever you want.”

“It’s all yummy.” Mimiko says, they run over and giggle, grabbing little pieces of different sushis, as the curse licks your hand, you smile a bit at him.

“What if I named you Sashimi?” It lolls its tongue out, head tilting to the side, and you giggle. “I like it though!”

Suguru finds you sitting with his daughters, who are on either side of you, stirring something in him that should not be there. But it’s undeniable, when you smile softly at them, a smile you’d never shoot his direction. Manami comes and tries to kiss him, which he quickly tilts his head away, but not before you catch him, but your eyes avert and you show no emotion.

Do you feel anything towards him but pure hatred and fear? Has he given you any reason to? Do you feel this odd energy, or is it all in Suguru’s head?

“It wouldn’t look right.” He says. Manami is his best and most loyal assistant, but he can’t stand the thought of anyone touching him.

But you.

And would you ever?

Why does he care?

“Then later, Lord Geto?” She asks, and he eyes her for a moment, her breasts apparent in this low cut blazer.

“I think it best I don’t… divert from trying to have an heir with… my…”

“Your wife?” She finishes, laughing a bit, Suguru’s jaw tenses.

“Best to spend the energy there, get it done.”

“As you say, Lord Geto. What’s on the agenda for today?” He starts to speak, but all he can really think is how much he wants you to hit him again, how just that feels like more than he’s had since long ago.

Annoying girl.

*****

Three days later

Over the next few days, Suguru can’t get enough of your pussy, of your face when he makes you cum, of your scent, of your presence. He hates it, how much he wants you all the time, like you’re some leech that’s sunk into his brain. He constantly calls you in for more, now you’re right in his office, he’s fingering you as you sit on his lap, your legs up on the arms of his enormous leather seat.

“You’re close, aren’t you dumb little monkey?” He whispers, you shake your head, jaw clenched when he pulls his fingers out and you whine pathetically. “Oh, need something?”

“Just fuck me, god.” Your legs are shaking as he’s teasing you with his fingers again, circling your clit, his other hand gripping your breast, squishing it in his hand, cock aching to pump you full.

“Sit on my desk.” He orders, husky toned, you struggle to get up, and he laughs cruelly. “Can’t stand huh? Gotta do everything, don’t I?”

He hoists you up, spreading your thighs then, sinking back into his seat as he eyes your perfect pussy, and he’s so tired of holding back, what he’s been dying to do, as he leans over, fingers pressing into the plush of your thighs. Your eyes go wide when you feel his breath on your clit, making you jerk, this mother fucker inhales you, moaning and shutting his eyes.

“What… are you sniffing me!?” You demand, thighs threatening to close, and Suguru exhales, eyes locking on yours.

“I’m going to fuck you with my mouth.” Those words are far too attractive, as your pussy throbs in response, you try to focus, you hate this psycho, you can’t have him further fucking up your head.

“That’s not how babies are made, Suguru.”

“Orgasms help, remember?” You frown, biting your lower lip, it seems too intimate, it seems like too much, as your hands grip his desk, and your hips arch, his lashes lowering, casting shadows on his cheeks.

“I cum anyway, stop acting like you don’t know that.” You look away, hating even admitting it out loud, and he smirks, chuckling and making you tickle again, as he spreads your puffy lips, watching your pussy drool out wetness more and more.

“Try not to scream too loudly.” You snort, rolling your eyes.

“Oh you’re so full of yourself, I doubt- ah!” He swipes the flat of his tongue from your hole, and then when he tastes your honeyed arousal, it’s over for him.

Moaning, he drags you against him now, closer to his face as he swipes his tongue in, and your head falls back, mouth open in a slutty O as he lavishes you, it feels so good you’re not sure you’ve ever enjoyed something this much. Addictive with each stroke, with each breath, the way his teeth hit you, fuck how his straight nose bumps your engorged clit.

Your hands instinctively grip his silky hair, for the first time you’re touching it, glossy strands in your fingers as you try to pull him off, it’s too good, way too good, this can’t be something you do. He’s licking you up and moaning, tastebuds slid inside your fluttering walls, as you desperately cry out, whining and pulling at his hair for him to detatch his mouth.

“What are you doing!?” You manage to squeak out, and he pulls back just a bit, feeling your little pathetic hands pulling on him, as if you could stop him now, that he has your slick all over his lower face.

The sight of Suguru Geto between your thighs, licking his glossy lips, eyes dilated and drunk off your pussy is far too tempting. You feel your pussy clench around nothing, as your breaths come quicker and quicker, and Suguru exhales right on you, smirking as he watches your tiny clit twitch for him in response.

“Eating your pussy, are you so stupid you don’t know what it is?” You bite your lower lip, glaring now.

“I’ve heard of it, I just… Why do you want to? Remember, you don’t want to ‘prep a monkey’ your exact words.”

“Will you shut up and just…” He pulls you back again, and he’s devouring you, no other word for it, the insane way he licks you, drinks you up, the sounds of him inhaling and slurping obscenely in his office, and you find your hands pulling him closer.

As he feels you press your cunt further in his face, he’s done, cock throbbing in his pants and oozing precum out, making him damn near cum as he feels her clenching his tongue. He dares to look up, tilting his head that you’re still yanking on, your thighs trembling on each side of his raven haired head, as you whimper, hiccuping in pleasure, tears falling from your eyes.

“Close, aren’t you?” He whispers, tauntingly, those violet eyes glinting as you shake your head, and he laughs, just the laugh touching you he sees you’re drooling more and more from your pretty pussy. “No?”

“Don’t like it.” You whisper, he smirks and flicks his tongue one more time, ending you, your orgasm washes all over your body until you are cupping a hand on your face to stop your scream, and he moans again, drinking all your cum that’s pouring down out of you.

“Fuck…” He whispers, more to himself than anything, Suguru loves eating pussy but he never thought a pathetic human would taste like you, your heat burning him, he can hardly delatch his mouth even as you pull on him.

“What even… is that…” You weakly manage, and he slips two fingers through your slick, your hands fall weakly when he leans over now, undoing his robes to reveal his ready cock, thick and heavy, slapping his belly button and leaving sticky white residue on his robes.

“Shut it, useless little human.” You can’t find the energy to scowl, your body is still shaking, trying to recover from all the pleasure he’d brought you. You grip his biceps as he sinks into you, so wet he slips in easily, and you’re so sensitive you almost cum when he slips all the way inside.

“Shit…” Is all you manage, you want to tell him- hurry up or - fuck you- maybe - hate you- but for just a moment he’s got your brain too addled, when he starts fucking you, you’re clinging to him, whining, and you hate yourself for it.

He hates you, as he watches you for once pliant, sweet even, fuck what would it be like if you wanted this fully, if you wanted him?

He can’t think like this, no it’s your pretty face and your sweet taste, he can’t stand how bad he wants to kiss your lips as he spreads you over his desk, pumping in and out of your slick cunt over and over. Your thighs grip him, your hands gripping his arms so tightly, when your head falls back, and he’s kissing and licking your pretty throat.

“Shut you up, it is possible.” He whispers meanly in your ear, and you try to focus, as his tip drags on your spot.

“F-fuck y-you.” He smiles, he smiles, loving just how that sounds, a tiny little mewl of words.

“I am fucking you, should thank me.”

“Never.” He groans now, yanking you down, turning you so you’re bent over his desk, feet dangling like you’re nothing, the way he moves you with his strength is heady, exhilarating, not frightening like it should be.

Suguru is shoving his cock back inside, gripping your wrists behind your back. He can’t take how pretty you look, he needs to stop, it’s easier this way. “Won’t thank me for fucking you? Me, a curse user, you a-”

“Shut up and fuck me then.” You glare, turning your pretty face to him, and he does just that, slamming into you again and again.

“Fuck… stupid, pathetic little thing-mnh…” He busts deep inside you, squeezing your wrists so tightly you can’t even feel them, cum filling you to the brim. He exhales as your head rests on the cool wood, and tears fall.

Why did he have to make you enjoy him more?

Suguru turns you and releases you now, you stumble and the fucker doesn’t even catch you, instead he hovers, lips just an inch from yours, as you struggle to gain any senses. “I hate you, Lord Geto.”

Suguru, could you call him Suguru?

“I don’t even hate you, you’re so insignificant.” He whispers, tilting your chin up, imagining having you taste yourself off his mouth. “Hate is even too good for a nothing like you.”

“I have enough hate for both of us.” You whisper back, before stumbling away, righting yourself, hurriedly walking to the door when he murmurs.

“My meeting tomorrow, you’ll be there.”

You just scowl and walk away, detesting the thought of having to be in a room full of psychos that want you eradicated. “Why?”

“You’re my wife, it’s one of your duties.”

“They want me dead.” He scoffs now.

“And you think I don’t?” You stomp off, slamming the door, Suguru groans as he slumps into the chair, burying his head in his arms on the cherry wood desk, thinking of how much he wishes he did want you dead.

*****

“Are you ready for the meeting?” Manami asks, coldly, and you smile at her then, shaking your head.

“You’re so worried about me, why? I don’t want your cult daddy.”

Manami glares now, tossing back her red locks. “Cult daddy!?”

“Yeah, him, you can have him. What do I fucking care? I am sure he still comes to you plenty, and I won’t stop him.” She blinks once more, mouth open in shock.

“You haven’t… you don’t care if he does?”

“Not one bit.”

“Then why hasn’t he-”

“Let’s go, monkey.” You hear now, and he catches sight of you, in a gorgeous white gown that makes your skin glimmer, you’re far, far too beautiful. For a moment he's standing there, stupidly, thinking of just how good your pussy tasted yesterday, thinking of burying his face back against it, before he shakes it off, clearing his throat. “Did I stutter, human?”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go then.” You huff, as Suguru’s assistants eagerly set up the stage he’s to be on, and you’re both behind this dumb fucking curtain. “You’re pretentious as fuck.”

“What did you say?” He demands, brows lowering, and you laugh then, shaking your head.

“A stage, a microphone, as if you’re something so profound, and not some angry little fucking emo bitch.” Suguru glares now, smacking you right in the face, instantly hating himself more when you blink rapidly, and he sees the mark on your face.

You’re both silent then, as he just stares at what he did, but you smile suddenly, as he stutters. “I… you…I should-”

“Thank you,” you cut him off then. “For a moment sometimes I forget how fucking horrible you are.” As you turn away, you’re slipping your hair to the other side of your face, so that it’s even more apparent. “So they can see you treat humans how you should, right? Beneath you.”

Suguru’s heart pounds in his chest now, you’ve slapped him, he’s said the nastiest things, you’ve both declared hate. He’s slaughtered fucking villages, but something about his hand print on your cheek feels just too far. What’s he become, what’s he doing, why does he care if you’re hurt? Soon you and all of useless humanity will be dead.

Even if he keeps you around, who would you have? You’d be some toy, a pretty prisoner for his pleasure. You’re nothing, nothing, nothing.

Nothing.

You look at him curiously, as you wait for him to signal for the curtain to lift, standing so damn strong and proud, you remind him of his friends, of people he’s loved and lost. Your resilience in the face of everything, it’s stupid but admirable, fuck he’s admiring you, he’s…

He’s caring for you.

He’s desiring you more than anyone.

He’s upset that he just hurt you, more upset than you clearly are, what do you expect from a monster, but this, but coldness, cruelty. He’d shown you no affection aside from a small brush of his lips on your shoulder, a kiss on your clit, those were sexual. He doesn’t show you anything else but his cruelty.

“Are you going to start?” You ask, voice not even shaken, wearing his smack like a badge of honor, not sensing the inner turmoil. “Need to hit the other one, make it even or something?”

“Shut the fuck up.” You blink then, and he grabs your face, thumb brushing over raised skin, he’s too strong, you’re too pathetic and small. “Useless, weak, stupid little human.”

You go to open your mouth when he slams his lips against yours, you exhale at the sensation, yanking back in confusion at how your lips tingle, how your heart hammers in your ears. You panic as you feel it, something far different than anything before.

You can’t.

“I’d rather you hit me than kiss me.”

“I bet you would.” He drags you back to his lips again, stumbling as the onlookers from behind see what’s unfolding, mad passionate and angry kisses, teeth clicking, as you bite his lower lip till you draw blood, and he laughs at you.

“Don’t fucking kiss me.” You watch as he touches the blood on his lips, hearing a low moan that makes no sense.

“You have something, there is cursed energy, there has to be.” You laugh at him then, outright, as he studies you in the dark.

“There are no excuses for you, I’m all human. If you like anything about me, even if it’s just my pussy, I’m human.”

He curses under his breath, as you right yourself, and he aches to…

Goddamit Suguru Geto wants to apologize.

To a human, a monkey, someone beneath him, the cause of all wrong with the goddamn world. You all cause it all.

Right?

But he can’t live with smacking you now, it makes him sick, he wonders what younger him would think, would say. He wonders what Satoru would think, but then, Satoru’s long since given up on him, he’s sure. The havoc he’s brought for the past eight years alone is unforgivable, he wonders… is he going too far? But he can’t make those thoughts tangible, not now.

“You can go to your rooms if you wish.” Is all he says, and you look at him in shock again. “If you don’t… feel well now.”

“Why would you care how I feel? I’m a tool.” As you spit his own words back at him, he can do nothing but agree.

“Then let’s begin.” The curtains lift, and it’s a different Suguru than you know, he’s laughing and joking, and pointing, as he spews the most vile things about humans he can, and you’re just sitting there next to him. The few humans he allows look almost as terrified as you do, as you tremble and try to hold it together.

When it’s finally over, you go to head to your chambers, and he pauses you, a hand on your waist, you look up at him curiously. “I’ll have you tonight.”

“Again?” You whisper, he drags you now, away from your chamber, you blink in confusion as he pulls you further down the halls. Mimiko and Nanako wave at you curiously, and he pats their heads and murmurs a fond good night, before taking you by your wrist once more. “Why your room?”

“Why ask endless questions, human?” You go to protest as you enter his room for the first time, but you can’t speak once he’s got you against the door, barred with his arms. “What exactly are you?”

“I’m a human, Lord Geto.”

“That’s what you call me, huh?” Your jaw locks, when he cups your face, right where he hit you prior, you can still feel the shock, the sting.

“I could call you an emo bitch, but you like to smack for that, and I’d like my jaw intact.” He exhales now, forehead resting against yours, once again, too intimate, too close. “Don’t kiss me again, if I can ask anything.”

“You think you get to ask things from me?” You shake your head. “Hate kissing me, huh?”

“Despise it. More than anything.” His lips are a breath away from yours, when he turns you, having you face the door, hands pressed on the cool wood, and he’s slipping your dress up your hips.

“Spread your thighs.” You keep them together, frustrating him to no end.

Imagine if you wanted him.

If this was your choice.

“Fine, stupid little monkey.” He spreads them for you, finding you soaking wet, clicking sounds as his fingers pump in and out, and your head falls back, as you moan out loud.

“I hate you, Suguru.” You whisper softly, he dies then, at the use of his name, from your perfect lips, shoving two fingers inside you to the knuckle, you’re drooling down his hands, down his sleeves.

“I know you do, it’s what humans do, it’s how you create them. Fuck you’re soaked.” You blink as you register his words, as he turns you again, dropping to his knees, you gasp at the sight.

“I’ll cum without it. You don’t have to.” You whisper, knowing this man’s tongue makes you stupid, him on his knees makes you stupid, you can barely function when he puts a leg on his broad shoulder.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up I wondered? But then I realized, this is the only time you do.” He buries his face against your hot, eager pussy again, and you don’t even try to fight it, your head smacks the wall as his mouth finds you.

“It’s the only time I don’t h-hate you completely…” He chuckles, and you damn near laugh at the insanity, when he presses a kiss on your inner thigh, biting it between his teeth as you’re trembling.

“Mutually beneficial.”

“That’s it. The only reason.”

“Right.” He buries his face against you, moaning as he sucks your clit into his hot mouth, and you’re cumming then and there, pulling on this psycho’s silly locks, as he drinks every bit of cum you produce, dying for you to scream his name.

Insanity.

You’re insanity.

He’s humming as he’s got your little clit in his mouth, looking at you under long lush lashes as you cum so hard you nearly fall, clinging to him barely. He drags you down then, slamming you on the floor and shoving his cock fully in, groaning and kissing you once more, you shove at his chest.

“Fuck me, don’t kiss me, d-don’t.”

“You should taste yourself, stupid little pathetic bitch. How good you taste, what you fucking do.” You glare, but he’s kissing you again, as he fucks you, and it’s overwhelming, the dizziness, how good it is, how perfect he feels. “Prefer me to spit it in your mouth?”

“What!?” He spits then, as he holds your mouth open, chuckling darkly.

“Swallow.”

Why do you obey!?

It’s hard to hate a man who eats pussy and fucks like the god he thinks he is, though you’d never fucking let him know.

Suguru can’t get enough of you after that night, not even fucking close, and soon you’re in a whole cult meeting, and you’re cockwarming him. You hate this - you want to hate it at least- you tell yourself, the fact that you’re casually in his lap in front of hundreds of followers, as he’s spewing hatred, all while being shoved deep in your pussy.

You’re soaking him down to his balls, his thighs, as his veiny cock just pulses inside you, unmoving, and you feel how hot your cheeks are, your ears, trying desperately not to move. Suguru hears someone ask about you then, referring to you as a ‘monkey’ and he glares, before flinging a curse in their direction, cock twitching in your tight entrance.

All of this mind you while he has a goddamn creepy one eyed curse just standing with a morbid grin. This psycho holds a meeting while he’s buried eight inches deep in your cunt, with curses and curse users all around, not missing a single word. You look at him and hate him more, and you still hate him, even when you’re left alone, and he finally moves you up and down him.

“F-fuck… feel you… stupid, pathetic pussy so wet?” You shake your head when he lifts you off and spins you, putting you on top of him. He’s fucking up into you now, grabbing your ass as you cling to him on his plush cushions, and the angle feels so good your eyes roll back, head lolling to the side.

“F-fuck you, Suguru.” He groans at that, at his name, picking you up and slamming him down on his sensitive cock, as you eye the creepy ass curse, mumbling - ‘it’s f-fucking watching’.

Suguru laughs then, not a dark chuckle, it’s… real, as he brushes your hair back and flips you on your back for a moment, studying you with mirth in his eyes. For just one moment, as the curse disintegrates, you think… Is there more to him, is that glimmer a piece of who he used to be?

No, there can’t be.

“A whole room watched you sitting on my cock, but you mind the curse?” He’s… being teasing? You just glare, and he laughs again, enjoying it too much, enjoying you far too much.

He should worry about that, but you look too pretty, especially when he folds you in a mating press, making you suck in a breath, eyes wide on him. “This is how babies are best made, how you'll take my cum.”

You just nod weakly, while he's slamming into you, even though you've taken him many times now, the stretch and how deep he hit were too much to take. Your hands grip his back, nails digging in, and he groans at it, as he folds you under his weight, his full lips parted, eyes boring into yours, watching as you struggle to take him.

“You should beg me, for my cum inside you.”

“Hah- n-never.” He glares, pressing harder on the backs of your thighs, fucking you rougher and rougher, until you’re both shattering messes, and he’s cum so deep you feel him everywhere. You shove at him when he lays atop of you after a moment, your thighs falling to the side, as you try to get yourself together. “Beg you? You’re even more delusional than I thought.”

“You can’t keep lying.” He brushes your hair back, jaw locking as he studies your fucked out face. “You fucking love it, me inside you. Bet you have never felt anything better in your shitty human existence.”

Your teeth clench together. “You’re a conceited, arrogant, psychotic, delusional man.”

“That’s all?” He asks, raising a brow.

“With a good dick, yes, that doesn’t matter. How long till you kill me? Till you kill everyone?” He pauses, watching your perfect breasts heave up and down, as your little hands now push on his chest. “Sure, I enjoy it, what do you care, Suguru?”

“I… you just… why do…” How do you make him stutter, a man like him, a puny little girl like you have him on his knees, have him obsessed, you’re all he can even fucking think of.

You can’t fall into this, into him, with his beautiful face and his sad fucking eyes, you can’t fix this man, there’s no fixing the psychotic nature of him. As badly as you want to, as much as you feel that you keep in, that’s brimming to the surface as you lean up on your elbows, and tears make their way out of your eyes, falling down your cheeks.

Suguru pauses, as you can’t hold it back anymore, as he’s pulling back, out of you, making a mess with all of your fluids, making you feel empty. “What does it matter if I enjoy something when I’ll be dead soon? Will you… kill our baby if it’s human too?”

Suguru scowls now, on his knees, as you hastily cover up, hands shaking. “What the fuck do you mean, powers are genetic-”

“No, you don’t know that. What if one kid has em, one doesn’t huh? Gonna kill one of my kids?” He blinks rapidly, opening his mouth as you stand, and he looks up at you. “You better hope I’m long dead if you do, because I will make sure that’s the last thing you ever do.”

“Will you fucking stop?” He is standing now, grabbing your shoulders, as you shake your head, heart ripping into pieces.

“I can’t feel things for you.” You say, more to yourself than him. “Yes, pathetic monkeys feel things. As you said, too much. We cause them, yeah?”

He gulps now, hands squeezing your shoulders too tightly. “Yes, you cause them, all of it. If not for humanity, then-”

“Then what would you do? If a kid doesn’t have any cursed energy?”

“I wouldn’t kill them.” He whispers, and you laugh without humor.

“No, I can’t believe that. Where’s your line, Suguru Geto? Where does this end for you, for anyone?” He pauses as a human girl destroys him with her looks, when you cup his face for just a moment, making his heart falter. “That Suguru I met, he was sweet. I actually had a crush.” Your words speak to something, he’s transfixed, refusing to believe it.

“You were staring at Gojo.” You shake your head and smile.

“That’s what you saw. Yeah, your friend is something to look at for sure. But no, it was you that day I had eyes on. Felt butterflies.” You can’t believe you’re saying it, that he’s… listening, for just a moment. You sigh. “Do you ever miss him? The guy that you were?”

Yes.

No.

He can’t.

Suguru says nothing as you drop your hands, tugging your robes closed. “Can you summon Sashimi?”

“You named it fucking Sashimi?” You glare, a little back to normal, but he dresses, summoning him for you, as you sigh a bit.

“I’m really sore, okay? Can I go rest?” Suguru scoffs, feigning as if he could care less, when he wants you again, more of you, all of you, like a black hole that’s sucking him in deeper and deeper.

“Can’t handle dick with your puny little body?” He taunts, instead of just… Saying it.

“Not this much. You could get your-”

“I don’t go to anyone.” You blink in surprise, as he confirms what you had assumed a bit from Manami.

“Why?”

Suguru scoffs, rolling his violet eyes. “Why!? I don’t have to explain myself to a pathetic-”

“Yeah, never mind. Come on Sashimi.” You walk off, leaving him to swipe a hand across his face, your scent is all over him, your slick still on his cock, his fingers still taste like you.

“Fuck.” He grumbles, as his room spins, as he’s covered in you, consumed by you, wondering…

Did he miss who he was?

No, surely not. He sets his jaw, you’ve taken so much of his mind, and he has much to do, heading to his room alone, but he can’t focus, all he does is stare at his ceiling, thinking of you, of your words. Your face, your body, your eyes that see right fucking through him.

God, Suguru hates you.

A/N LMAO why did I think I could do anything short? I need four parts now not three my baddd babess lol. But I hope you're enjoying psycho whipped Sugu- the monkey thing should lessen as he gets more pathetic hehe. Tysm for all the comments and love !?! I am excited to see what ya'll think hehe

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— stray kids links [hyung line]

tags: hyung line!stray kids x fem!reader, established relationship, rough sex, unprotected sex (plz wrap it before u tap it), creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, mild dacryphilia, begging, use of collars/leashes, spanking, strength kink, oral sex (f. receiving), squirting, car sex, slight exhibitionism, slight choking, use of nicknames (baby, princess, angel, kitten, etc), degradation (slut, whore, etc), dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, etc

wc: 2.73k

add. notes: hai …. sorry i made this post instead of giving u guys nerd!chan pt. 2 I FUCKIN SWEAR IT’S COMING but it’s just taking the piss out of me n i needed this out for a new post. anyways plz dni if u r a minor like i mean that w my whole chest n also lmk if some of the links stop working or if u can’t see them idk what i can do abt that . but at least i will be aware LMFAOOOOO yea anyways enjoy :3

maknae line ver.

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⥽ … BANG CHAN: 

link one.

chan is packing. he is absolutely packing to the point you felt like he was going to tear your womb apart when you first got intimate with him, his thick cock stretching you out past your limits as fresh sobs fell from your mouth. since then, he's trained you to take him with enough prep, always making sure to milk at least two orgasms from you before he even thinks about letting his dick near your pussy regardless of how hard it might be throbbing. that wait becomes worthwhile though when he finally sinks inside of you, dirty words and throaty groans rambled in your ear as he releases himself deep inside once he's reached his peak. he loves the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in, never leaving you alone until he's dumped his load empty.

"fuck, baby. how are you so tight?" chan hisses incredulously, wet thumb still circling your clit as you shake in his hold. you're extremely sensitive at this point, twitching from the slightest touch after having cum for the third time, but the only thing in your mind right now is your boyfriend breeding you, the request made obvious with how you tighten your legs around his waist to pull him in. "cum in me, daddy. please!" you plead, teary eyes blinking up at chan whose orbs roll to the back of his head at your keen expression. it only takes a few more thrusts before he's shooting ropes of hot cum inside you, gripping himself to ensure he stays in place. you sigh in content at the warm liquid flooding you, and chan just smiles tiredly, leaning in to sweetly kiss you. "i love you, precious girl." he whispers, resting his body on top of you to keep you plugged up for the rest of the night.

link two.

you're chan's favourite destress toy, that much is obvious. every time he comes home from a long day at work, he knows it'll be worthwhile because you'll be there waiting with open arms and your wet hole longing to be filled up. he'll even take you right then and there in the living room sometimes, making sure everyone around you two knows exactly whose name you're screaming. certain days when he's had it particularly bad though, he'll collar you up and attach a leash to it that he can pull back on, bending you over with your ass up in the air as he slams himself into you repeatedly. it gives him immense pride to have that sense of control over you, to be able to manoeuvre you into whatever position he desires. if he's feeling especially mean, he'll edge you until you're crying into the sheets, cooing at how fucked out you look, knowing he's the only one who can make you feel that way.

"please.. i wan' cum, please." you slur out mindlessly, drool dripping down your mouth as chan slowly drags his cock in and out of you, its mushroom tip pressing deliciously against that spot inside. your boyfriend just chuckles from behind you, his hand yanking on the leash that's tied to your collar which makes you lean back in an instant. his hand sneaks down to grip himself as he pulls out for the nth time, and you whine at the loss of fullness in you, bottom lip jutting out as he slaps the head of his cock against your clit. "yeah, princess? you wanna cum? wanna cum all over daddy's dick?" he mocks you, laughing sadistically when you desperately nod your head. he continues to rub up your little nub, and you're soon about to fall over the edge, gratitude on your lips when he suddenly stops. "oh, baby, you're not cumming that easily tonight." chan growls, causing you to shiver under his hold as he pushes you back onto the bed. it looks like you're in for a long night.

⥽ … LEE MINHO: 

link one.

you love pissing minho off. it's one of the little things in life that gives you so much pleasure, aside from when your boyfriend fucks you, of course. minho, on the other hand, doesn't take lightly to your teasing at all. on days where you're acting out by wearing revealing clothes in front of his friends or sitting too close to one of them for his liking, he'll drag you out with some lame excuse and a clenched jaw, mumbling something about how you're both going home now. he doesn't even care that you're probably smug by the end of it, because that feeling of triumph soon dissipates when he has you bent over his lap, veiny hands kneading the plush of your ass before he's landing a harsh smack on it. he'll spank you and make you count your punishment, and if you lose track, he'll just have to start all over again.

"fucking slut." minho tsk's, cold fingers running themselves against the bruised skin of your butt. he takes a moment to admire his work, tracing the red imprints of his hand on your ass and even the outline of your white panties, which are absolutely soaked by now. "min, please! 'm sorry, it won't happen again." you cry out, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes although you can't see it. another series of repeated spanks land on you, and you yelp in response, legs kicking up from the stinging impact. your body burns by now, every touch minho provides it leaving behind a searing sensation, but you know your boyfriend is far from done with you. "we both know that's a damn lie." he clicks his tongue. "you're always acting out, so it seems like i gotta really start putting you in your place, hm?" you're about to protest when he smacks again, drawing a sob from you; the sound goes straight to his core. he licks his lips, a smirk stretched across them as he readies his palm once more. "now, stop crying and start counting, whore."

link two.

it's no secret that minho is a certified ass man. he loves you, but god does he love your ass just as much. everything about it sends him reeling, from the way it's accentuated in the clothes you wear, to the plump flesh of it that jiggles every time he's got you on your hands and knees. you'd argue he puts you in this position at least once every time you two fuck because knowing your boyfriend, he just wants to watch the way you push back on him when he's bottomed out inside you. he'll give you a few smacks here and there on it too, kneading the skin in his palms before he's snapping his hips into yours. most of the time, he'll refuse to cum inside of you, instead pulling out just before he tips over the edge to release all over your behind and back. you're not complaining though, you love the feeling of his seed dripping over it just as much as he does.

"mm, shit, you look so good right now, kitten." minho groans from behind you, cockhead practically battering your cervix with the way he's shoving himself in and out of you. your whines are high in pitch with how he's fucking you, and you stutter to speak when you try and respond. "y-you say that every time." you eventually manage to heave out, and minho chuckles breathlessly, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass in them as he bites his lip, moaning lowly at the way it bounces back against his dick. "can't help it. you're too hot." he grunts, pistoning his hips at a frenzied pace that knocks the breath out of your lungs. it only takes a matter of minutes before you're both cumming, loud noises filling the room as minho pulls out just in time so he can splatter his release all over your backside. his thumb dips into the seed that now decorates your ass, and he swipes to collect it, pushing it into your mouth. a grin decorates his face as you suck on it. "atta girl."

⥽ … SEO CHANGBIN: 

link one.

changbin is a gym fanatic through and through, and with his rigorous work out routine eventually came his well-built physique, chiselled and bulked up to the point you think you would barely recognise his past self. it refects in the way he walks, talks and holds himself; he loves his strength and he loves showing it off, especially to you. that's why every time you're both entangled in his sheets, it results in him urging you to stand up before hoisting you in his arms. some days he'll hold you in them and bounce you up and down his cock, relishing in the way your cries echo through the room alongside the slapping of skin. other days, he'll toss you around and headlock you as he pounds you from behind, groaning filth in your ear as he pushes you to the edge of tipping. either way, you love what he does, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"hng, so strong, binnie!" you wail, hands clutching your boyfriend's broad back and shoulders as your nails dig into his soft skin, sure to leave marks the next day. changbin just grunts at your sounds of pleasure, too immersed in fucking you onto his cock in your current position. he's got you clinging onto him for dear life as he enters you repeatedly, pride blooming in his chest when you acknowledge how hot it is that he can pick you up so effortlessly. "y-yeah, pretty? like when binnie fucks you like this?" he stutters slightly, too wrapped up in how your pussy clings to his girth. you nod your head rapidly, babbling about how close you are and how hard you're going to cum, spraying all over your boyfriend in due time when he slams into that spot hidden inside you. you're not even given a chance to recover afterwards, changbin manhandling you onto the bed on your stomach before he's sinking back inside. "just a little more, baby. binnie's gotta cum too, okay?" he's whining, and you keen despite the sting of overstimulation rushing through, not knowing you're going to end up letting him use you for another hour.

link two.

you've always known changbin is a romantic at heart, his soft-spoken nature despite the daunting aura he gives off due to his frame often sending your brain spiralling. it gives you whiplash, the way he treats you. some days he'll fuck you like he hates you, growling dirty comments to your face and spitting in your mouth as you shake through an orgasm. other days, however, he'll craddle you in his arms, caging your body underneath him as he rocks his hips against yours in deep, fluid motions. one of his favourite things to do during these instances is hold your hand. he loves the feeling of your fingers lacing through his, holding onto him as he delivers sharp strokes inside of you. something about it feels so raw, like both your souls are intertwined in one big hug. he'll kiss you dizzy, burying his face into your neck as you both whimper 'i love you's' to each other.

"baby.. fuck, baby." changbin moans, his breath fanning hot against the sticky skin of your shoulder from where he's nosed himself in. his hand clings to yours amidst his movements, and you mewl loudly when he thrusts particularly deep inside of you. "i love you. love you so much, my baby. my pretty, perfect angel." your boyfriend pants, head moving to bring his lips to yours in a messy meeting. it's filled with so much love and care, your mouths moulding perfectly against one another's as you exchange kisses. your stomach feels like it's filled with butterflies, but you're not sure if that's because of how fucking in love you are with him or because of changbin rocking his hips into you. either way, you pull apart from him, trying to say it back in the middle of your noises of pleasure. "l-love you so much, binnie. fuck, you always give it to me so good." you praise, and changbin visibly shivers, burying his face back where it was between your neck to continue making love to you until at last, you're both coming undone together.

⥽ … HWANG HYUNJIN: 

link one.

one thing you adore about your precious lover boy is his mouth. his pretty, plump lips that kiss your tears away, or his dangerously addictive tongue that's always finding it's way between your thighs when he feels like it, which is basically all the time. hyunjin can't help that you taste so sweet, or how you're always so perfectly wet for him by the time he's journeyed down to your legs where you truly need him. he'll spend hours buried between them, parting you with his slender fingers and holding you open for him to lick into. he finds extreme satisfaction in the way you push back against his body when he's having a go at you, too weak to move him in your futile efforts of running away from his mouth once he's had you cum twice without stopping. he'll continue anyways though, because to him, there's no better treat after a long day.

"hyunie, s-slow down." you whimper, the lewd suckling sounds of your clit being wrapped in your boyfriend's mouth resonating through the room as he messily eats you out. his movements are filled with fervour and desperation, something you'll never get used to experiencing despite how long you've been together. each time almost always feels like you're starring in some obscene porno with the way hyunjin always drawls out the most nasty sounds from you. this instance is no different either, because before you can even react, you're spraying droplets of clear liquid on his face, your boyfriend groaning into you at the feeling of you squirting on him. he cleans it all up with great pleasure, breathing heavily as he finally rises from his position to slot himself between your legs. his lips find yours in a dirty kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. "you're insatiable." you murmur when he pulls away, and hyunjin chuckles, mouth hovering over your jaw as you tremble at his next words. "not my fault my baby's got the tastiest cunt in the world."

link two.

hyunjin is a freak through and through. you've known for a while that he gets off on all sorts of things, and one of them is primarily the risk of being sneaky in public, regardless if it's planned or not. there have been one too many occasions of the latter where you've both been out on a date together with you looking a little too good, too good to the point that the waiter starts flirting with you and leaving hyunjin seething. it's only high time after that until he's dragging you out of the restaurant and into his backseat, too lazy to even undress properly before he's sinking inside of you to fuck you as he sees red. he'll get so possessive too, groaning how you're his and his only whilst pulling you back by your hair. it's true that your boyfriend is a big lover, but when times come down to this, he'll drill into you like he absolutely loathes you.

"dirty slut, letting me fuck you where anyone can see. you'd even let that server find you like this, wouldn't you?" hyunjin grits out, his sweat dripping onto your back as he shoves his long length in you. you're sure the windows are fogged up by now, his car rocking with his movements, but neither of you care about that. "n-no, only want you to see. just you, hyune." you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his cock slams in you with each thrust. your boyfriend lets out a low moan at your words, yanking you back by your hair to lick at your neck. "that's right, princess. only i get to look at this pussy, hm? only i can f-fuck it right, yeah?" he grunts, slender fingers coming up to wrap around your throat as you nod shakily, taking a deep breath as hyunjin squeezes slightly. "gonna cum in this cunt and fill you up with my babies so everyone knows who you belong to. then, i'm taking you straight home to fuck you full again. got that?"

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[rafayelxsylusho]

Sorry, Have another request for the LADS boys. Their reaction to the reader doing the walking in naked challenge on them plz

🍑Walking in naked challenge with the LADS men.🍑

I had a lot of fun with this one. I hope you like it! ❤️❤️

Headers: @bc.lay on Tik Tok

TW:Smut

He's burning something again.

The scent of burnt food wafts through the apartment, a not so subtle reminder of Xavier's culinary ineptitude. You've had enough of the silence stretched between you, the unspoken tension from your argument still lingering in the air. His stubbornness is infuriating, but you know pushing the issue now would only lead to another fight.

The scent lingers as you push open the bedroom door, a silent protest against Xavier's kitchen misadventures. You shrug off your clothes with practiced ease, leaving them in a discard pile on the floor, a small act of rebellion against his brooding silence.

It's just a silly prank.

A smirk tugs at your lips as you decide to leave the necklace on, the chain draping down the valley between your breasts. You know how much Xavier loves seeing you wear it. How his eyes linger on the way it rests between your breasts.

He's not the only stubborn one around here

You slip out of the bedroom. The smell of burnt food grows stronger with each step, but you hardly notice it anymore. Your focus is solely on the figure hunched over the stove, trying to salvage whatever he's attempting to pass off as dinner.

He's going to kill himself cooking at this rate, you muse, shaking your head. But he's so damn cute when he's being incompetent.

You lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms under your breasts as you watch him. You wait for him to notice, wanting to see the look on his face when he realizes you're here.

You push off the doorframe and take a step closer to him, enjoying the way his shoulders stiffen as he senses your approach.

He's trying to ignore me now, but he can't resist looking for long.

"You know, at this rate, you're going to burn the whole building down," you point out, your voice dripping with false concern. "We should just order a pizza. Or maybe get takeout. Anything but...this."

You gesture vaguely at the smoking pan, the burned remnants sizzling and popping angrily.

He's still not saying anything. Good.

You sidle up beside him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body.

He's trying so hard to focus on the pan, on not giving me the satisfaction of a reaction. But I know better.

You lean in closer, letting your lips brush against the shell of his ear as you whisper, "Unless...you wanted an excuse to get out of cooking altogether?"

There. Now he can't ignore me.

As you turn away, you can feel Xavier's gaze burning into your back, tracing the curves of your figure. You know exactly what he's looking at, what part of you has always drawn his attention like a magnet. You lift your hand in a casual wave, calling out over your shoulder,

"I'm gonna order something. I think we've had enough of...this." You punctuate your words with a nod towards the smoking pan.

You take your time walking out of the kitchen, putting an extra sway in your step. You disappear around the corner, leaving him to his burning culinary disaster. As you walk away, you can't help but grin to yourself, knowing that you've gotten under his skin.

And then he is following you.

You walk to the dinner table and grab your phone to place your order, bending slightly at the waist, you lean over the table, phone pressed to your ear. Your heart races as you feel Xavier's presence growing closer, his footsteps echoing behind you.

Just as the person on the other line greets you, ready to take your order, you begin to straighten up. But before you can fully upright yourself, you feel his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back down.

You gasp, the phone nearly slipping from your hand as he bends you over the table, your breasts pressing against the cool surface. His grip tightens, fingers digging into your ass as he holds you in place.

You can feel his hips pressing against your backside, the hard, thick length of him nestling between your ass cheeks as he leans over you. His breath is hot against the back of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks.

"I think you're forgetting something," he murmurs "You don't get to prank me and then walk away that easily."

You swallow hard, trying to focus on the voice on the other end of the line as they prompt you for your order. But it's nearly impossible to concentrate with Xavier looming over you. You feel his hands leave your hips, and you start to straighten up, relief washing over you.

But your relief is short lived. In an instant, he's slamming you back down against the table. You gasp as you feel his other hand moving to the waistband of his pants.

You bite your lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that threatens to escape as you hear him shoving his pants down.

The person on the other end of the line prompts you again for your order, snapping you out of your lustful daze.

You feel his hard, thick cock spring free, the heat of it searing your skin as he presses it between your ass cheeks.

"A-Ah! I'd like 2 large orders of spicy noodles, please," you emphasize the word "Large" just as you feel him push forward, sinking inside you with a single, deep thrust.

Your back arches, pushing your hips back against his as you feel every hard inch of him stretching you open.

A soft moan escapes your lips, which you quickly try to cover with a cough, hoping the person on the other end of the line will attribute it to a bad connection.

You take a shuddering breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you wait for the person on the line to confirm your order. All the while, you can feel the heat of Xavier's skin against your back, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

As the person on the line reads your order back to you, confirming the details of your large, spicy noodles, you can barely focus on the words. Your entire being is centered on the feeling of Xavier starting to move behind you, his hips pulling back before slamming forward with a newfound intensity.

"Y-Yes," you whisper breathlessly into the phone, the single word drawn out as he pounds into you. Your fingers curl, nails digging into the hard surface as you try to anchor yourself against the force of his thrusts.

"We have your location already, it's the one linked to this phone number right?"

Yes!" you nearly scream into the phone, the word echoing off the walls he lifts your leg higher, your foot flexing in the air. For a moment, you're not sure if your desperate affirmation is for the patient woman on the line or the man relentlessly pounding into you.

"Will that be all miss?"

"Mmm, yes...yes, that's it," you pant into the phone, the words coming out in breathy, broken gasps. "I mean, yes, that's my order! The large spicy noodles!"

Please let her think I'm just really excited about my food order and not the fact that my boyfriend is fucking me silly right now.

"Ok it will be there in 30 min."

"Yes, yes, that's it!" you cry out, slamming your palm against the table as you hang up the phone, too lost in the throes of pleasure to remember basic manners. The phone clatters to the floor.

"Such a good girl, holding back your screams"

"Mmmmfff...ahhh..." you whimper, drool dripping down your chin as you bite your lip hard, trying to stifle the shrieks of pleasure threatening to erupt from your lungs. Your eyes roll back in your head, your toes curling so hard they start to cramp as he fucks you through your climax and straight into another one.

"Fuck, Xavier," you gasp out "You fuck me so good. So fucking good."

His hand slides down your belly, fingers delving through the slick, tangled curls at the apex of your thighs. He finds your clit, swollen and sensitive from your recent orgasm, and he pinches the sensitive nub between his fingers. He rolls it, rubs it, teases it mercilessly as he continues to pound into you from behind.

"Next time you play these little pranks on me, just think again, bunny. The joke might be on you"

You knew Zayne was on an important call, but his stoic demeanor made you wonder if he would ever truly let loose and chase after you like the men in those videos. Still, you had to try your luck.

With a deep breath, you slowly pushed open the heavy door to Zayne's office, the hinges creaking softly as it swung inward. Zayne, engrossed in his call, didn't even glance up as you crept inside.

You knew he could sense your presence, but he simply paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the line.

You couldn't chicken out now. You had to see this through.

You shiver slightly as the cool air of Zayne's office kisses your bare skin, your nerves on edge as you begin to walk around his spacious workspace. You run your fingers along the spines of the countless medical textbooks lining the shelves, pretending to scan the titles, all while secretly relishing the feeling of Zayne's gaze, now fixed on you.

His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, seem to cloud over with confusion and growing awareness as he takes in your naked body, wandering around his office. You can see the slight clench of his jaw, the minute flinch of his fingers tightening around the receiver of the phone pressed to his ear.

Yet, to your surprise and mild disappointment, he doesn't utter a word, doesn't so much as clear his throat. He simply watches you, his expression unreadable, as you continue your shameless display. You can feel the weight of his stare boring into your back as you bend over to "examine" a stack of papers, your bare behind pointed squarely in his direction.

His silence is unnerving, but also thrilling, as you carry on your charade, waiting for that moment when he'll finally snap and give in. But for now, he simply listens to the voice on the other end of the line, his eyes glued to your every move, the only sign of his agitation being the rhythmic tapping of his pen against the desk calendar.

You feel a pang of disappointment as you realize your little stunt didn't have the desired effect. Zayne remained stoically focused on his call, not uttering a word or making a move to stop you as you began to turn and walk out of his office.

But just as you were about to slip out of the door, you heard Zayne's deep, measured voice ring out behind you. "Give me 30 minutes and I'll give you a call back," he said, his tone calm and professional.

Your heart skipped a beat, knowing you had waited too long to make your escape. You froze, one hand on the doorknob, as you heard the click of the phone being set back into its cradle. A tense, heavy silence filled the room, and you knew with a sinking feeling that you were well and truly caught.

You could feel Zayne's presence looming behind you, his tall frame seeming to dwarf your smaller one as he rose from his chair. The air grew colder, and you shivered as you slowly turned to face him, your eyes wide and wary.

Zayne stood there, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his eyes dark and stormy as he looked you over. His eyes raked over your naked body, taking in every curve, before settling on your face with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

"Y/N," he said,"what do you think you are doing?

You try to play it off with a flippant laugh, walking backwards "It was just a prank, Zayne! Lighten up."

Before you can react, he's swept you up into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You yelp in surprise, your naked body bouncing against his shoulder blades as he carries you back towards his desk.

"Zayne, what are you doing?" you gasp out, your face flushed with embarrassment and growing excitement. "Put me down!"

But he ignores your protests, his hand coming to grip your bare ass with a possessive squeeze. "Oh, I'll put you down alright" he growls.

He tosses you onto the plush bed, your body bouncing slightly on the mattress. You lie there, staring up at him with wide, startled eyes as he looms over you.

In a matter of seconds, Zayne has shed his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side. His eyes blaze with a hunger you've never seen before as he quickly removes his pants and underwear, baring his impressive length.

He crawls onto the bed, settling his weight on top of you, pinning you down with his hips. You can feel his cock pressing urgently against your stomach.

"We have 28 minutes, sweetheart," Zayne murmurs "Lets make every second count."

He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks "I should punish you for this little stunt. But instead, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name."

Zayne's hand slides down to palm the soft curve of your breast. He squeezes roughly, his fingers sinking into the flesh as he tugs and teases your nipple, rolling the hardened peak between his fingers.

You barely have time to gasp his name before Zayne is thrusting into you, filling you completely in one powerful surge. A low moan tears from your throat, your head falls back against the pillow as your body struggles to adjust to his size.

Zayne sets a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward with a force that rocks the bed frame and makes the headboard slam against the wall. Each thrust drives the breath from your lungs, your breasts bouncing with the impact.

You feel dizzy, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, your senses reeling as he takes you with a hunger bordering on feral. Your fingers scrabble at his back, nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders as you cling to him.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming hot and fast against your skin as he loses himself in the feel of your body. One hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he drives into you, while the other palms your breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly.

You can feel the tension building low in your belly, the coil of heat tightening with each drag of his cock against your walls.

He suddenly flips you over onto your stomach and before you can catch your breath or gather your wits, he's positions you on your hands and knees.

You try to crawl away, to escape the intensity of his lust, but it's too late. Zayne's hands grip your hips as he pulls you back against him. You feel the hard length of his cock pressing against the curve of your ass, hot and insistent.

"Oh god, Zayne, wait-" you gasp out, but your plea is cut off by a sharp cry as he thrusts forward, sinking deep into your core. The new angle allows him to plunge even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. It hurts so good.

You try to crawl forward again, your elbows and knees shaking as you attempt to escape the brutal pace of Zayne's thrusts. But it's no use because he yanks you back by the hips, slamming you against his pelvis and burying his thick cock even deeper into your cunt.

"Keep trying to run away," Zayne snarls "Keep fighting it, sweetheart. Eventually, you'll run out of bed, and I'll still be here, fucking your brains out."

You tiptoed inside his studio, trying to be as quiet as possible but the wooden floorboards creaked softly beneath your feet, catching Rafayel's attention. He turned to look at you, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw you were completely naked.

"Cutie, what are you doing?" Rafayel asked, setting down his paintbrush as he rose from his stool. His eyes lingered on your body "Walking around naked like that, you'll catch a cold," he teased, moving towards you with a playful glint in his eyes.

You giggled, backing away slowly as Rafayel approached. Your heart raced with exhilaration and a hint of nervousness.

Suddenly, Rafayel lunged forward, attempting to catch you in his arms. Startled, you let out a yelp of surprise and spun around to flee. But in your haste, you failed to notice a loose floorboard and your foot caught on it. Time seemed to slow as you lost your balance, your arms flailing wildly.

Rafayel reached out to catch you, but his own foot slipped on the slick floor from the spilled paint.

Together, you both tumbled towards a table, crashing sounds filling the studio. The table tipped over, sending paints, brushes, and canvas clattering to the floor.

Rafayel landed with a grunt, his body cushioning your fall as he wrapped his arms protectively around you.

"Gotcha!" Rafayel whispered with a triumphant grin, his arms tightening around your naked body as you laugh and squirm beneath him. The cool paint dripping down your thighs and stomach contrast deliciously with the warmth of his skin pressed against yours.

You try to break free, playfully attempting to escape his grasp, but Rafayel doesnt let you go. He chuckles as he holds you firmly in place. "Not so fast, my little troublemaker," he teases "You can't just barge in here naked and expect to get away without consequences."

"Look at the mess you've made," Rafayel remarks, his fingers trailing lightly over the colorful streaks adorning your skin.

"And now, look at the mess I'm going to make of you," he adds with a smirk, his intentions clear in the heated gaze he directs at you.

You gasp as you feel his hand slide down, paint and skin mingling as his touch ignites sparks of desire within you.

"Rafayel, wait," you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. But your body betrays your true desires, arching slightly into his touch, craving more of the delicious sensations only he can provide. 

Rafayel's hands, slick with paint, slowly drag up the curve of your stomach. His touch leaves a trail of colorful streaks on your skin. You can't help but shiver, your body both chilled and electrified by the contact.

As his hands reach the swell of your breasts, Rafayel pauses, admiring the way the paint contrasts against your natural skin tone. A grin spreads across his face as he cups your breasts, his thumbs brushing teasingly over your nipples. The sudden stimulation makes your back arch slightly off the floor.

"Beautiful," Rafayel murmurs, more to himself than to you. But the reverent tone in his voice is unmistakable, his gaze filled with adoration and desire. His hands knead and caress your breasts, the paint now smearing across your sensitive skin, marking you as his canvas.

Your nipples harden under his fingers, aching for more of his attention. Rafayel seems to sense this, his thumbs circling and teasing the stiff peaks until you're writhing beneath him.

"Such a stunning masterpiece," he whispers, before leaning down and replacing his fingers with his mouth. His lips close around one nipple, suckling and flicking over the sensitive bud, while his hand continues to grope and massage the other.

"Raf...please..."

"Please, what?" Rafayel murmurs against your breast. His tongue swirls around your nipple, the cool paint mixing with the heat of his mouth, the combination of sensations driving you wild.

He pulls back slightly "Please, stop?" he asks, feigning innocence. "Or please, don't stop?"

Rafayel's lips, now stained a pretty shade of blue from the paint, curve into a playful smile as he looks down at you. His eyes, those mesmerizing swirls of blue and pink, dance with amusement "You're the one that walked in here," he points out "Shouldn't you be more specific about what you want, cutie?" his words are dripping with sarcastic charm.

He tugs his pants and underwear down, freeing his pretty cock. Its already fully erect and leaking as he takes himself in hand to line the swollen head with your entrance.

"Oh my god, Raf..."

"That's right, cutie," Rafayel growls, his voice dripping with arrogance "The only god you're going to be calling right now..."

With a sharp thrust of his hips, he sinks fully inside you, stretching and filling you completely. A moan tears from your throat, your pussy clenching tightly around him.

"...is me."

You walk down the hallway, heart pounding in your chest as you approach the slightly ajar door to Caleb's office. The sound of his voice, muffled and formal, filters out from inside, he must be in the middle of a video meeting with his Farspace Fleet colleagues.

Perfect.

Taking a deep breath, you push the door open and slip inside, letting it click shut behind you. Caleb's focused on the camera, oblivious to your presence as he discusses some kind of mission briefing.

This is it. Now or never.

You walk in, naked as the day you were born. The cold air raising goosebumps all over your body. You smirk to yourself, imagining the look on Caleb's face when he sees you.

Slowly, you make your way towards him, footsteps silent on the carpeted floor. As you get a bit closer, you hear him say something about wrapping up the meeting.

Shit you are running out of time.

You hold your breath, heart hammering wildly in your ribcage as Caleb spots you. This is it. The moment of truth. Will he be pissed? Or will he find it funny, sexy even?

His eyes widen as they land on your naked body, traveling slowly down. The shock on his face is priceless. For a moment, he just stares, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

He slams the laptop shut, abruptly ending the video call. The sudden move makes you flinch, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your mind.

Did I go too far this time?

He steps towards you, each footfall deliberate and measured, until he invades your personal space. You have to crane your neck back to maintain eye contact, your breathing shallow and quick.

He reaches out, his gloved hand coming to rest beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, a teasing caress that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Trying to get yourself into trouble, it seems," his voice is low and tinged with a hint of laughter. "And succeeding beautifully, as always."

" Caleb, it's just a prank... I..."

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to interrupt someone during a meeting?" he asks playfully, head cocking to the side as he looks down at you.

You don't think twice and run, your bare feet slapping against the floor as you make a break for the door.

"Oh, you're in for it now," Caleb growls. You can practically feel him gaining on you, his long strides devouring the distance between you.

You reach the door, wrenching it open and sprinting out into the hallway. The cool air kisses your skin, your hair whipping behind you as you run. You can hear Caleb's footsteps growing louder, closer.

Suddenly, you feel his hand close around your wrist, yanking you back. You stumble, falling against his chest, your naked body molding to the hard planes of his uniform. He wraps his arms around you, caging you against him as he walks you backwards into the bedroom.

"Did you really think you could run from me?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.

Caleb's strength is no match for your struggling. With a swift tug, he wrenches you off your feet, sending you tumbling onto the bed. You land on the soft mattress with a soft oof, breath knocked out of you momentarily.

Before you can recover, Caleb is on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head. "I think I'll just have to find a better way to...keep you occupied."

Using his evol he flips you onto your hands and knees and you feel the heat of his body hovering over you, the rough fabric of his pants brushing against your bare skin.

You hear the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering and you glance back over your shoulder, heart pounding in your throat. His eyes are dark, almost black in the low light, his gaze fixed on where his cock rests at your entrance. He's already hard, thick and heavy, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance.

"I bet you thought you could tease me and just run off, didn't you?"

He rocks forward, the length of his cock sliding between your folds, teasing you.

"Well, you're not going anywhere now. Not until I've fucked this neediness out of you. Not until you're a boneless, satisfied mess beneath me."

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as Caleb's gloved hand fists in your hair, gripping the strands tightly. He twists once, twice, using the makeshift handle to yank your head back. At the same time, he drives forward, his hips snapping against your rear as he thrusts inside of you.

His grip on your hair tightens, forcing your back to arch as he starts to move. "I love watching you run pipsqueak,"

"Caleb..."

His other hand comes down hard on your ass, the leather of his glove leaving a reddening imprint on your skin "because I get to fantasize about what I'll do when I catch you"

You stand before Sylus, Naked. The cold air pebbling your nipples as you take a deep breath to steady your nerves. This is crazy, you know it, but Sylus would never harm you.

You watch his face intently for a reaction as he remains bent over his gun, still meticulously cleaning it.

"Lost something, kitten?" Sylus asks casually, not even glancing up from his task. "I don't recall inviting you in here in such a state of undress."

Ugh, of course he knew

He sets the gun down and leans back in his chair, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes widen slightly as they move over your naked body. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You know, most people knock. Or at least have the decency to put on a robe before invading someone's private space." He reaches out and lightly traces a finger along your stomach, his touch electric against your bare skin.

"Well, don't let me stop you from your little game. I'm sure you had a reason for barging in here naked."

You shrug nonchalantly, a playful grin spreading across your face. "It was just a prank, Sy. I saw it on a video online and thought I'd try it out on you."

Sylus stands up slowly, towering over you and takes a step closer, his chest nearly brushing against you.

"Perhaps you should be more careful with your pranks, sweetie. A girl could get hurt, parading around like a piece of meat."

He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear. "Or worse...she could get eaten."

Before you can react or try to run from him, he raises a hand and flicks his wrist. Suddenly, tendrils of his signature black/red energy erupt from the shadows, coiling around your body.

They wrap around your wrists and ankles, binding you firmly but not painfully in place. The tendrils are cool and smooth against your bare skin. You find yourself anchored, unable to flee, at Sylus's mercy.

"Running off so soon, kitten?" Sylus chuckles, his smirk still on his lips as he circles your bound body slowly, admiring the view from every angle. "We were just starting to have fun."

He sits back down on the chair, his movements graceful and predatory. With a pulse of his dark power, he sends tendrils of energy snaking out to wrap around your thighs. They lift you effortlessly, pulling your naked body over his lap, your stomach pressed against his muscular thighs.

His hands come to rest possessively on your hips "If you're so determined to be a cock tease, Y/N, there will be consequences."

You feel the rigid length of Sylus's arousal pressing insistently against your bare stomach as he holds you pinned in his lap. The heat of it, even through his clothing, sends a shameful thrill through you.

Without warning, his hand comes down hard on the soft flesh of your ass, the sharp slap echoing in the room. He repeats the action, spanking you firmly on both cheeks twice in quick succession.

"Ah!" You can't help but gasp, face flushing hot with embarrassment.

Sylus grips your stinging ass cheeks hard, kneading the tender flesh almost painfully as he leans in close. "Consider this a warning for the next time you decide to put on a little show and get my dick hard with no intention of following through."

Another hard smack to your ass, the force jostling your body against his clothed erection. The combination of pain and shameful arousal is dizzying.

"Because I won't be so gentle if you keep teasing what you can't handle, sweetie. You play with fire, you're liable to get burned," Sylus growls, squeezing your ass roughly again before delivering another sharp slap.

You can feel the slick heat gathering between your thighs, your clit throbbing in time with your racing heart.

If you were to part your legs just a bit he would be able to see what this was doing to you.

So you do it. Just an inch.

As Sylus sees the glistening arousal coating your inner thighs, he chuckles and once again his evol tendrils lift you, positioning your cunt right over the bulge straining against his pants.

Sylus makes quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his fat cock. It springs up, long and thick, the swollen head leaking with need. Your eyes widen at the sight, a fresh gush of wetness flooding your core.

"Look how wet you are, kitten," Sylus whispers approvingly, rubbing the leaking tip of his cock teasingly along your slit, not quite penetrating you. "Clenching around nothing, aching to be filled."

"If I'm going to ride you Sy, does that mean I get to be in control?"

He throws his head back with an amused laugh at your naive question and then with a sharp thrust of his hips he sits you down on his cock. The breath is driven from your lungs at the sudden intrusion, a strangled moan escaping your lips.

"Ffffffffuck" You can't help but cry out, back arching as you're stretched and filled.

"Don't get it twisted, kitten. I can fuck you just as good from the bottom as I can from the top."