#hear me out. not as in a deranged way but as in I want to hold her hand and pet her hair way

[fruitageoforanges]

my conspiracy theory is that part of daemon’s strained relationship with baela in f&b (not sure to what extent they’re going to go down that route in the show, especially as they seem to be somewhat butchering baela + rhaena) is due to gender envy.

[kcciny]

[gojotojis]

Coming Down pt.2

part one

summary: Sukuna finds out you’re Geto’s ex and punishes you for being so manipulative

pairing: drug dealer sukuna x fem reader

content MDNI: fighting, violence, angst, jealousy, fluff, drugs, vaginal sex, dacryphillia, squirting, spanking, obsessed sukuna, blowjob, public sex, angry sex, oral (f & m receiving), degradation, humiliation

He’s utterly fucking obsessed with you, it’s been three weeks since y’all fucked and you’ve been super busy with work that you guys haven’t seen eachother in person.

He Facetimes you every fucking day like a lovesick loser, talking to you as you do your makeup and get ready for work.

Nothing sexual has occurred during these three weeks, it makes you feel like he really wants you. He’s been doing nothing but getting to know you, he still thinks you’re slow as fuck but in a cute way.

He’s staring at a selfie you just sent him with your hair in pigtails with pink ribbons wrapped around them. You’re beaming at the camera and he thinks it’s the cutest fucking thing.

He immediately saves it to the folder with your name on it, scrolling past the several others pics he’s saved. His eyes linger on the video of him fucking you, he’s watched it every fucking day since, fucking himself to it.

“What’s got you so mad?” He hears Choso ask Geto who’s looking at his phone while Gojo does dumbbell curls.

“My fucking ex bro, one minute we’re almost getting back together and then she’s back to playing these fucking games,”Geto says running a hand through his hair.

Everytime he talks about his ex, it’s always something. Sukunas tired as fuck of hearing about the girl, she sounded fucking annoying.

“Just fucking block her,” Sukuna says and Geto shakes his head.

“Nah, you don’t understand. Her head is the fucking meanest,” he says like he’s thinking back to it.

“That all you care about?” Choso asks.

“Well…yeah. She’s too clingy but she fucks like a pornstar so it makes up for it” Geto says making Gojo shake his head at his bestfriend.

Geto looks down to his phone and grins.

“What?” Sukuna asks.

“She’s coming tonight,”.

“How’d you pull that off?” Gojo asks as Geto digs into his pocket and pulls out a silver necklace with a star dangling from it.

“She left it at my place, told her if she wants it to come get it,” he laughs and Sukuna shakes his head. “You’re fucked up” he says.

“Dude don’t even start, you fight with Hianata and then fuck her every other day,” Geto says referring to the toxic situationship Sukunas been in with a girl he met at the gym.

“That shits so fucking over bro. Unlike you I actually blocked her, it’s been over a month,”Sukuna says and the guys raise their brows.

“That’s crazy because she comes in here asking for you every fucking day,” Choso says which isn’t surprising because she’s fucking deranged.

“I bet, but I met someone and I actually fucking like her so I’m not trying to fuck it up,” he says seriously which makes all three look at him like he’s possessed.

“Have you fucked her?” Geto asks and Sukuna almost answers but he doesn’t like the idea of talking about you sexually with other guys even if they’re his friends.

“None of your fucking business,” he says and Geto claps.

“You fucked her. You don’t like her bro, you’re just pussy whipped, trust me I get it. When I’m inside my ex, I’m telling her everything she wants to hear knowing I don’t mean shit,” Geto laughs making Sukuna shake his head. Sukunas an asshole but Getos just fucking cruel.

“Nah, I like her. Like I want to take her on a date kind of like her now shut the fuck up,” Sukuna says making Geto lay down on the bench so Choso can spot him.

His phone starts ringing and he looks down to see the picture of you innocently eating a strawberry. He swipes to answer and walks to the otherside of the gym.

He feels disgustingly dizzy when he answers and you’re beaming at the camera with those cute fucking glasses. You curl your fingers and show him your new set of nails, blood red just like he picked out.

“They’re pretty, baby” he says, wanting to feel them clawing at his back while you’re focused on the fact that he just called you baby. You beam before returning to doing your makeup.

He doesn’t know why but watching you do it has become so calming for him, and he loves the way you pout your lips when you apply mascara. Just so fucking cute.

“Are you almost done?” You ask, seeing the workout machines in the background.

“Yeah, I’m going out tonight but tomorrow you want to hangout?” He asks and you tilt your head.

“Hangout as in fuck?” You ask genuinely and he laughs shaking his head. “No, I mean do you want to go eat ?” He asks and you try to keep your cool, nodding casually but you can’t help the grin that stretches across your face.

“Like a date?” you prod, cheeks blushing red.

“Yeah, and I can give you your gift” he says making you perk up and lean into the camera.

“You got me a gift?” you ask and he nods. He saw the spiderman pandora collection and knew you’d love it, so he bought it.

“Mhm” he says, a layer of sweat coating his face as he licks his lips.

“Thank you Mr.Weedman” you say and he rolls his eyes at the stupid nickname. Everytime he’s called you, you usually answer singing stoner by young thug, you think you’re a fucking comedian.

“I gotta go but I’ll text you, bye” he says and you nod before hanging up.

You sigh, you genuinely like him but then there’s Geto. Liking Sukuna was never your intention, fucking him was. You didn’t do it out of spite or anything like that, you saw him and wanted him.

He just so happens to be your exes drug dealer and you fear they’re friends because Sukuna follows him out of twenty six people.

You had considered getting back with Geto, he always knows what to say to make you feel like this time will be different but then you met Sukuna and suddenly Geto seemed utterly boring.

You contemplate if you should tell Sukuna the truth, it’s clear he likes you and maybe wants more now that he’s asked you out. You stupidly agreed to go to this dumb car meet, only to get your necklace back from Geto. It cost you two paychecks so letting him keep it, isn’t an option.

You spend the remainder of your time watching tv, waiting for it to be time to leave but then you’re opening Instagram. Like always you view Sukunas story, there’s a picture of some tacos, then you skip to a picture of his veined arm and roll your eyes. You just know several girls swiped up on that.

You skip and your heart fucking plummets, there’s a video of a girl getting fucked from behind and your eyes sting. You know it’s him fucking her because of the tattooed hand gripping her waist.

The sounds are burned into your fucking head and you skip to a picture of some black haired girl with blue eyes licking his cheek as she takes a picture of them with her in his lap. A little heart emoji on the picture.

You fucking block him, and you block his number. Fuck him and fuck her.

You’re so fucking angry and hurt, you feel stupid because it’s not like he’s your boyfriend but you like him. You’ve made it abundantly clear that you do.

Your phone pings and you look to see it’s your ex.

asshole: leaving now.

You: k.

You really don’t want to go, you’d rather stay home and mope at the disgusting shit you just saw but honestly you need a distraction. Geto said there would be alcohol at least.

You slip into a black miniskirt, white baby tee with “fuck you you fucking fuck” printed on it and a pair of knee high black boots. You grab your keys and make your way out the door.

The drive is silent, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You were so fucking excited to go on the stupid fucking date Sukuna asked you out on and now you just look like a fucking fool.

Geto treated you like absolute shit which you finally realized, and now this, it’s like you’re a magnet for shitty guys.

You feel self conscious as you pull up to the address he gave you, maybe fifty cars lined up outside an abandoned warehousing district. The cars look so fucking nice, as everyone walks around looking under the hoods. You park off to the side and take a deep breath before climbing out. A few people you recognize because of Geto, greet you and you greet back.

You spot the asshole leaned against his green Mitsubishi skyline, he loved that fucking car more than he ever did you. You cross your arms with an annoyed expression as you make your way to him. He’s showing some girl the engine which makes you roll your eyes.

“Y/n!” Gojo greets holding his hand up to dap you which you return. It catches Getos attention and he waves the girl off, leaning against the front of the car. He’s smirking at you as you walk up to him.

He pulls you between his legs and rests his hands on your hips. He leans forward to kiss you and you pull back.

“The necklace, now.” You say and he pulls the jewelry from his pocket. He dangles it between you two, moving it everytime you go to grab it. You’re not in the mood for his bullshit.

“Geto…I have my taser…don’t make me use it,” you warn and he drops the necklace in your palm. He goes to speak but stops and stares at something behind him.

“You got it?” He asks someone from behind you and you turn.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You’re turned sideways, Geto’s hands still on you as you stare at the tall and muscled pink haired drug dealer. You feel pure fucking dread until it’s replaced by anger because you remember the sick shit he posted on his story. Sukuna doesn’t say anything, his red eyes look at Geto’s hands gripping your hips, his thumb rubbing into the side of your thigh.

“Sukuna, this is y/n, my girlfriend” Geto introduces.

“Ex” you correct making Geto roll his eyes as he leans down pressing a kiss to your neck and you pull away.

“We’ve met,” Sukuna says and you freeze, there’s a pleading look in your eyes which pisses him off more. Knowing your Geto’s ex makes him even more pissed at you, and thinking about the things Geto said about you earlier makes him see red.

“I gotta go, I have work in the morning” you lie turning to face Geto, your back to Sukuna.

“Call me when you get home,”Geto says and you nod, not wanting to start an argument. You walk off while Geto gets up to go scope out the black Mazda several rows down. You feel like you can’t fucking breathe, and it worsens when someone grabs your wrist.

You’re being dragged to the side of the warehouse until he lets go of you. You look up at him and his jaw is clenched tight, a vein popping out of his neck.

“Did you fucking know?” He asks, his voice is harsh and cold.

“Yes…but it’s not what you think,” you try to reason and he laughs humorlessly.

“So you didn’t just fuck me out of revenge?”he asks and you shake your head furiously.

“No… that’s not at all what happened. I saw you in his followings which yeah it was wrong but I thought you were attractive and one thing led to another…but I didn’t use you. I don’t give a fuck about him or what he thinks,” you say, voice trembling.

“But you fucked him? That’s why he had your necklace right?” He asks, his voice getting louder and angrier but this time you laugh.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What does it matter if I fucked him? I had to watch you drill into a fucking bitch on Instagram… real classy by the way,” you say and he goes to touch you but you take a step back.

“Don’t, you don’t get to do that after what you did,” you say, proud of yourself for not crying despite how bad you want to.

“That shit is old, her and I are done, she hacked my shit and posted that. You would’ve known that if you didn’t fucking block me,” he says but you still feel so angry. Seeing that shit felt awful.

“Well I guess we’re done here,” you say starting to walk off but he grabs you as several people walk by. If they turn they’ll see you but they don’t. He pushes you against the wall and your breathing hardens.

“You’re such a fucking brat, it’s your way or nothing right?” He asks and you glare. You feel your heart beating in your throat when he roughly turns you around, pressing you up against the brick wall. His body pushes against yours, his erection digging into your ass.

“You wear this for him?” He asks, thumbs skimming the hem of your skirt, fingers thrumming against the back of your thighs.

“No” you say and he lifts your skirt up tills its bunching around your waist.

“We can’t, someone’s gonna see us,” you whisper, genuinely scared of getting caught.

“Should’ve thought about that before you did what you did. You think you’re a fucking genius don’t you, pretending to buy weed so you could fuck me?” He asks.

“I mean…it worked didn’t it?” you ask.

“Wrong fucking answer” he says tugging your panties down. He lifts each foot out of them one by one till he’s picking them up.

“I’ve had enough of this fucking mouth tonight,” he says, and shoves them into your mouth. His fingers pull your shirt up, till your bares tits are pressed against the wall. His hands dig into the pillowy flesh at the sides as your eyes water, feeling humiliated.

Your stomach tightens as he kneels and pulls your hips back. His breath hits your pussy and your eyes squeeze shut.

“She this wet for me or him?” He asks but you don’t answer and he slaps your ass hard, and then he presses a kiss to the reddening skin before he slaps the other cheek and your nails dig into the bricks.

His tongue slides over your ass cheek, lapping at the skin until he smacks it again. He keeps smacking you until the skins red with handprints. He looks to your cunt, dripping down your thighs.

“You’re fucking drenched, real classy” he says throwing your words back at you. You push forward when you feel his fingers touch your cunt, sliding in your juices.

You cry out and he laughs at you.

“He make you cry like this too?” he asks and you shake your head.

“I don’t know princess, seeing his hands on you, his lips, and the way you let him…it’s making me see red but knowing he’s been inside of you makes me want to tear you apart and kill him,” he says and you hear laughter down the alley. Your head turns to see more oblivious people walking by.

“They can’t save you,” he says and his tongue brushes against your cunt, you cry. He forces your legs open when his tongue hits your clit, licking down your pussy over and over, your eyes are rolling back. You’re shaking against him as your cunt drools on his tongue.

You scream into your panties when you feel his tongue fucking into your hole. Your belly aches as it knots, your body begging for a release. His hands leave your thighs to squeeze your ass as he buries his face between your legs.

He’s fucking starved, and so fucking mad at you.

His tongue laps circles against your clit and your legs shake, squirting against it and onto the pavement. He keeps eating you until he’s done draining you dry.

His lips move to the insides of your thighs and laps at the droplets of cum that glisten against your skin.

When he’s finally off of you, you sag against the wall. The sound of his belt unbuckling makes you feel defeated. His dick slaps against your ass before you feel it lined at your hole and you shiver.

“Did you fuck him?” He asks and you shake your head, he believes you but he doesn’t care anymore. He slams into you and you sob, his hands slide on top of yours and hold them up against the wall as he fucks you.

“This head is mine,” he says moving his hand to tap the side of your skull, pulling out and slamming into you.

“This ass is mine,” he slaps your ass, thrust.

“This body is mine” he squeezes your waist, thrust.

“These tits, are mine” he pinches the side of your breast, thrust.

“This mouth is mine” he kisses you, thrust.

“This pussy is mine” he says slamming into you till he feels his cock touching your cervix and tears stream down your face, mascara ruined.

“You are mine,” he says pressing you painfully into the wall, rutting inside you with reckless abandon as your cheek scrapes against the brick, skin turning red.

His fingers dig into your ass, pinching and you cry out. The sound of him beating into you, pelvis pressed against your ass and your cunt sobbing around him fills the alley.

“Look at you taking me,” he says watching your ass bounce against him, pussy devouring him.

He feels you clenching around him like a fucking vice.

He pulls the panties from your mouth and you gasp, moans leave you with sobs like fucking music to his ears.

“Whose pussy is this?”he asks and you whimper.

“yours” you gasp.

“who’s fucking you y/n?”

“Sukuna, Sukunas inside me,” you cry, feeling yourself on the edge. He watches the way your body shakes against the wall, nails digging into the brick and grabs your trembling hands feeling you cum around him, gushing all over him, a puddle forming on the ground beneath you. He keeps beating into you until he’s about to cum and he pulls out making you whine.

He turns you around pushes you to your knees.

“You’re gonna open and swallow every fucking drop,” he says and you nod obediently. Mouth opened wide as he taps his dick against your tongue. He grips the back of your head and forces his dick down your throat, you’re gasping for air as his cock beats into your mouth. The sounds coming from your mouth are obscene, saliva covering your chin.

He moans and it goes straight to your pussy, your nipples hardening painfully against the metal attached to them.

“Fuck” he grunts looking down at you, gasping, tears sliding down your cheeks, drool covering your face and mascara smeared. The sight of you ruined has his abs tightening and he loses it.

Thick ropes of hot and salty cum shoot down your throat, you can feel it traveling through your chest and filling your belly. He keeps fucking into your face, forcing more out as you greedily swallow every drop.

“Y/n?” You hear someone and your eyes widen. You pull away, swallowing what’s left in your mouth. You fix your shirt and tug your skirt down. Sukuna lazily buckles his pants back up like he couldn’t give a fuck that you’ve been caught and you look to see Geto with Gojo and a guy you recognize as Sukunas younger brother Choso from his Instagram.

“Geto…it’s not what it looks like” you say slowly walking toward him, your face is ruined, shirt caught in your nipple piercings and skirt sideways.

“Nah, it’s exactly what it looks like,” Sukuna says and you have the urge to pinch him.

You stand on wobbly legs as you reach Geto but he pushes you and goes after Sukuna. You hit the ground and Gojo helps you up as Geto punches Sukuna in the face, fucking hard. Sukuna leans over and spits out blood, laughing like he’s fucking deranged.

“Piece of shit,” Geto says punching him again, Sukunas like a fucking masochist letting Geto hit him.

“Me? Nah you just used her, don’t pretend you give a shit,” Sukuna says spitting out more blood and smiling.

“You don’t know shit,” Geto says.

“You mad I made her cum so hard she doesn’t want shit to do with you? You ever made her do that?” He asks looking to the puddle of your cum on the ground and Geto goes to punch him again but Sukunas faster and hits Geto in the nose.

“Cmon guys, this is fucking stupid,” Gojo says as you shake, not knowing what to do and not stupid enough to try and break it up.

“You okay?” Choso asks and you nod, embarrassed.

Geto rolls them over and hits Sukuna again, you walk past them and reach for your fallen purse. You grip the pink taser and spark it, Geto doesn’t move as Sukuna hits him again. Both going blow for blow.

“Stop!” You yell, bringing your taser to Getos neck and his fists drop as he twitches going numb and he falls over.

Gojo and Choso are laughing their asses off as you help Sukuna stand up.

“Fuck you,” Geto groans, trembling from aftershock as you grab Sukunas hand.

“Don’t say another word,” you warn him, grabbing your purse and guiding him past Gojo and Choso.

“You’re so fucking arrogant,” you say as he pulls your panties from his pocket and wags them infront of you. You attempt to snatch them from him but he holds them up to a height you can’t reach even if you jump.

“He treats you like shit, if I had known it was you he’s said all those things about, his ass would’ve been kicked a long time ago,” Sukuna says as he unlocks his car and you climb into the passenger seat. Your face turns beat red when he hangs your panties over the rearview mirror but another part of you likes it.

“Are you still gonna be his friend?” You ask.

“Fuck no,” he says, he’s sure he’ll beat his ass again if he sees him and you frown.

“He’s a piece of shit but don’t let me ruin your friendship,” you say. His hand grazes your cheek.

“I’m not gonna be friends with someone that disrespects you, and I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to kill him. Now unblock me,” he says making you laugh and you take out your phone. You block Getos number for good, unblock Sukuna and refollow his Instagram though that video still makes you feel uneasy. He can tell by the way you frown at the screen.

“I meant what I said earlier, her and I are done. I haven’t touched her, I changed my login. The only person I want to be with is right here,” he says and you smile. He goes to kiss you and you pull back.

“You can’t kiss me before our date,” you say and he raises a brow.

“Why not?”.

“It’s bad luck” you say, absolutely serious.

“It’s a date not a fucking Wedding…” he says.

“I don’t care, no kissing,” you say and he looks at you like you’re insane.

“You realize you just had my dick in your mouth right?” He asks and you go to speak but then shut up.

“That’s what I thought,” he says and kisses you.

You want to fucking kill him.

You’re very grateful and appreciative for a lot of things, but being shot at isn’t the date you had in mind.

Your breathing heavies as you hide with your gun raised, wondering where this idiot is.

You scream as a gun goes off, the ball hits the spot right beside your head and blue paint splatters on your skin and hair.

Sukuna laughs as you close your eyes and start shooting in a circle.

“Cmon, we’re gonna lose,” he says grabbing your waist and making you run with him till you’re crouched behind a shed. Your hearts in your ears. Sukuna’s scarily good at this, but there’s still four people left.

Admittedly he’s carried your team while you spent a good portion of the game hiding in the bushes. You did get a shot in though, only because the person tripped over their own shoelaces but a win is a win.

Paintballs go flying all around you and you huddle next to him.

“Okay, are you with me?” He asks and you nod, gripping the gun for dear life.

“I’m gonna shoot north ninety degrees, and you cover my six,” he says and you blink repeatedly at him. Your eye twitches before you grab him by the collar.

“Speak English!” you screech and he sighs.

“Baby, just go sit in a bush,” he says before he’s getting up and sneaking off.

Fuck that, you’re catching up to him when you see someone peeking around the corner with their gun aimed at your man. Without thinking, you raise your gun and shoot them in the forehead, pink paint splattering and your eyes widen. Sukuna turns around and you’re screaming.

“Did you see that?! I just saved your ass!” You screech excited as he aims his gun up at you and your brows furrow. He shoots and you hear a groan from behind you.

“Guess we’re even,” he says and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever, you can follow my six while we head north,” you say trying to copy him as you start walking off.

“Baby, that’s south,” he says and you shrug turning.

“That’s West…”.

“Not everyone’s good at physics” you say annoyed.

“Oh that’s not-“he’s cut off by the sound of leaves crunching and pulls you with him behind a tree.

You slowly peel away from him and jump out, shooting the person in the back. Sukuna grabs your hand and drags you toward some oil drums. Paintballs go flying at the two of you.

You slowly peek over to see the only person remaining is a girl shooting yellow paint. She’s looking through her scope at you and shoots but you duck before she hits you.

“Okay, she cant shoot both of us at the same time,” Sukuna says.

“What are you suggesting?” You ask, not liking where this is going.

“I’ll distract her and you shoot her,” he says making your face scrunch up.

“I’m carrying us, you should do it,” you say and he looks at you incredulously.

“I shot twelve people, you got two…and you didn’t look either of them in the eye” he says making you gasp.

“A win is a win asshole,” you say as a paintball hits the side of your oil drum.

“I’m about to 360 no scope her shit” you huff, and his eyes widen.

“Where the fuck did you hear that?”.

“You when you were playing call of duty on FaceTime,”you admit.

“That was hot as fuck” he says and kisses you.

“Are you with me?” You repeat his words as you pull away and he smiles, it’s the cutest most genuine smile you’ve ever seen. You drop to the floor and crawl on your stomach, peeking around the drums, you look through your scope and shoot the girl between the eyes.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Sukuna says standing up, with his hand outstretched to you. You take it and he pulls you up.

Once it’s all over and you two have received a little medal for your victory, your stomach is growling. You have to admit you actually had fun, and kind of want to do it again.

“We have to make a stop real quick, to get your gift,” he says from the drivers seat. You have no idea what he could’ve possibly gotten you but all you know is your face turns beat red when he pulls up to the mall and parks in the spot you two first had sex.

“Was this necessary?” You ask.

“This is our spot, we christened it and those seats,” he says looking to his backseats. You roll your eyes, as he tugs on the two pairs of panties he has hanging from the rearview mirror.

“I still want them back,” you say.

“Nah, I’m collecting them like infinty stones now. I’m hoping for blue next,” he says and you pinch his arm before you’re both getting out of the car.

He takes your hand in his as you both walk through the shady mall alley and enter the building. He guides you toward the popular jewelry store, you never cared for pandora till they dropped that damn spiderman bracelet. You wanted it so bad but couldn’t justify the purchase, not after your star necklace.

You feel nervous as he drags you inside. The woman behind the counter smiles at him and waves.

“This her?”she asks and he nods. You blush from the attention as she introduces herself to you. She walks to the back and comes back with a little white box and slides it over.

“Open it,” he says and you nervously let go of his hand. You open it and it’s the spiderman bangle with all the charms and one with your initial.

Your eyes water and you look up at him. The lady behind the counter is smiling.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you say, wanting to cry. Nobody had ever gotten you a gift before, at least not Geto. He always forgot your birthday and didn’t care for Christmas and anniversaries.

“I didn’t but I wanted to. Had them keep it overnight incase it doesn’t fit,” he says and helps you put it on, it’s a perfect fit. You smile up at him, and stand on your toes to give him a kiss.

“Thank you” you smile and he grabs your hand with the bracelet on it. You both thank the woman and start to walk out.

About half an hour later, you’re both sitting inside this Italian restaurant. You love Italian, he knows because you mentioned it.

You stare cutely at the menu, debating on getting a margarita when you hear the click of a camera. You look up and he takes another picture of you.

“Ew delete those” you say, you had managed to scrub most of the paint from your face but there’s a few streaks in your hair, your makeup completely faded since you wiped it off.

“No, you look so fucking cute,” he says and you blush, it’s strange being complimented so much outside of sex.

“I think you’re obsessed with me,” you joke.

“I am” he says with a straight face and your eyes widen, you don’t get to speak because the waitress is bringing out your food. You thank her and request a strawberry margarita.

“Can I ask you something?” you asks as he starts to eat his food and he nods.

“Is this real? Like you actually like me, outside of sex and want something more? I just I’ve had that experience where it seems perfect at first until it’s not” you say staring down at your food.

“I’m not him. This is real, and I may fuck up at times but I’d never hurt you. I’ve meant every single word I’ve said to you, now shut the fuck up and eat your food” he says making you roll your eyes before taking a bite. You internally moan at how good the Alfredo is as the waitress shows up with a giant margarita.

You greedily sip from it like it’s juice, downing the thing in three minutes.

Sukuna wants to comment but he just stares at you as you house down your pasta.

“Are you a fucking gremlin?” He asks and you blush from embarrassment.

“I was hungry…” you say.

“Yeah I got that,” he says and you pluck a breadstick from his plate, smiling innocently.

“Kuna?” you ask and his hand clenches at how cute his name sounds from your mouth.

“Hmm?”.

“I saw your prices, you charge $35 for an eighth, why’d you charge me $25?” you ask.

“I thought you were cute, cute girls get discounts,” he says eating more pasta.

“Oh really? And how many of these discounts have you given?”.

“One, but you got that shit for free for taking me like a champ,” he says and your eyes widen.

“Shut up!”.

“I’m trying to be classy, but the bathroom is calling our names,” he says making you roll your eyes.

“You’re an animal, perv”.

“I know you like it, squirt”

the support on this has been insane… comments are so funny… someone asked how reader has so much rizz. this is lowkey real events that happened with me and a drug dealer LMAOO..

@ssetsuka @mazzd4 @toffeebrat

[ghosts-cyphera]

love love love prnstar!ghost but the slightly more deranged part of me wants to know what he’d be like if reader ever safeworded during a scene (for whatever reason!) i feel like he’d be so doting after :(

18+; mdni / hurt/comfort / pornstar!ghost x fem!reader; masterlist here

a/n: aw, darling. nothing deranged about it. this is such an important topic, and I'm planning on writing a much more in-depth fic about a very similar situation soon. this one is just a little something soft and gentle to explore how deep that (mainly) unspoken sense of safety and security between the two truly reaches. I hope you'll enjoy it. ♡

it had all happened in a moment so fast, so fleeting.

one moment, your back had arched in pleasure, and the second you had pulled back from him. the word had rushed past your lips so hurried and so broken that your voice had cracked with your repetition.

"red, red, red," you had managed, your eyes blinking shut. 

your body closing off. 

"red."

and ghost had dropped everything.

"price, we need a break," he had heard the words leaving his lips, followed by the immediate voice of the director calling for a cut. that's all it had taken for all ghost's senses to sharpen. for every fiber of his body to focus on you.

you, who now sat on the bed with your arms wrapped around your body, your eyes squeezed shut. despite your visible attempts at calming down, he could see the tremor of your hands and hear the desperation in your breathing.

too fast, too rapid.

"darlin'."

from the word, the humming in your ears came to a halt. your heart kept beating out of your chest, aching from your desperation, yet as you raised your gaze to meet his frame...

your body moved to him, instinctive, your eyes welling with tears as he hugged you to his chest, safe. warm and secure as your shoulders shook and your hands trembled.

"I know, sweetheart," his lips ghosted your temple with his words. "I know. I got you. you're safe, darlin'. you’re safe, alright?"

alright.

despite you having reached your breaking point that day, that sense of safety between the two of you was genuine. 

all that warmth he felt for you was still evident in the way he caught you. 

his lips, planting kiss after kiss onto your hair, were still familiar. his voice, as it whispered gentle words to you, was still something secure. his hands, as they moved to wipe away your tears, were still safe and gentle.

and at that moment, in the safety of his arms, you knew he was someone you could always rely on. 

he was still your ghost. 

[scoutswritingcorner]

What a Weird Cat

Cursed Cat Alastor x GN! Reader

PLATONIC

A/N: I keep seeing Cursed Cat Alastor on my twitter so yeah- I wanted to write a fic about it.

TW: Talks about cannibalism.

You find this weird alastor looking cat and it immediately takes a liking to your presence.

You couldn’t find Alastor anywhere today, you guessed he had a meeting or went to go visit Rosie. You hummed and placed the book he lent you down on the counter tapping it absentmindedly as you listened to the jazz from the radio that sat on the corner of the bar, trying to figure out how to give it back to him without forgetting the whole book itself if you got distracted. 

Your thoughts were cut short as loud static crackled and you felt something with sharp claws hit at your hand as you tapped away. Looking down at the presence your jaw fell open. What the fuck is this? It looked like Alastor but much more deranged and feral also in cat form, its eyes pointing in two different directions as it stopped pawing at your hand as its grin went back to its relaxed state. The static immediately stopped and it went back to sitting down in a loaf form as it listened to the jazz play from the radio. But it didn’t stop staring at you. Huh….this was a weird cat.

You don’t know how long you both stared at one another but you slowly reached your hand over, watching as its eyes snapped towards your hand immediately. You stopped for a second before reaching down and carefully scratching its head between its ears. The cat slowly closed its eyes and soft quiet static returned but in a way it sounded like purring. “Sorry for interrupting your music, little guy.” You whisper, removing your hand from it and standing up, walking off to go get ready to run some errands for a bit to keep yourself busy while Alastor returns. Unaware how the static like purring immediately stopped from the cat as it watched you walk off slowly moving to lay on the book.

~~~

A couple hours later you had returned to find the cat now staring you down in front of your bedroom door. An arm from a poor sinner dragged all the way up to your room as the cat stared at you. Not moving and only smiling with the arm laying at its feet. “H-Have a good hunt, friend?” You asked, watching as the smile grew and the static it produced grew louder in response as if agreeing with your statement. You chuckled and walked over to open your door, “Fine you can stay with me but no bringing bloodied body parts on the bed.” You chuckled out walking in to put the bags you were holding down.

You turned your back for a moment only to hear something being dragged and a little pitter patter of its feet hitting the floor as it entered your room. You turned around to see the cat sitting in the armchair Alastor always sat happily chewing away on the arm. You smiled walking over to the radio he had and turned it on, Alastor’s voice playing through it. He was finally back from wherever he went before and now was doing his broadcast. 

You turned and sat on the other armchair in your room after grabbing another book. This time Rosie had suggested it and you were ready to start reading it. You don’t remember when but the next time you looked down, the cat was now sitting in your lap curled up as it silently purred, still listening to Alastor’s broadcast. Your hand reached down and gently patted it as you turned your attention back to the book.

It’s little tail starts to wag as you pay attention to it. Much like Alastor, it couldn’t get enough of your attention.

[teamatsumu]

compression. (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

summary: atsumu is the perfect person to feed your obsession with kiyoomi’s arms.

word count: 1172

warnings: swearing, very mildly suggestive (if you squint), detailed descriptions of kiyoomi’s arms in compression sleeves so it’s not for the faint hearted

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

When you studied Marketing and Communications in university, you didn’t exactly anticipate that your future would include you managing a V League Division 1 sports team. But every day when you went into work, you thanked the gods above that this is where your career path had led you, because that meant you could ogle Sakusa Kiyoomi and his infamous compression sleeves all day.

Oftentimes you were certain Kiyoomi didn’t mean anything by them. For him, they were practical. They kept his arms taut and ready for the ball. They made his movements sharper. He received the ball better. He didn’t have to feel his bare skin on the dirty court. These were all reasons you had heard straight out of his mouth. When you heard him mention them so nonchalantly, it almost made you feel bad for the absolutely sinful- borderline deranged- thoughts you had in your head about the way those sleeves made his arms look.

You were well aware of the kind of thoughts Kiyoomi’s choice of athletic wear caused among his fans. To put it simply and bluntly, they went feral over it. There were whole Twitter accounts dedicated to just his arms, or his chest. And as someone who often managed social media profiles for some of the members, you got to see the most unhinged of these comments with your own two eyes. And you would be the first to (secretly) admit that you agreed with 90% of what was being said, because holy shit did those sleeves do something to you.

Most of the time during practice, you could feel your eyes drift back over to the man in question, wearing a black sports tee and those godforsaken sleeves, working up quite the set as they played set after set to prepare for their next game. As the hours passed, Kiyoomi would get more and more disheveled, curls becoming unruly enough that he would grab a towel, biceps flexing as he ran it over the nape of his neck and dipped into the collar of his shirt. Christ almighty.

You should’ve known that you would eventually get caught. But if it was anyone who would notice, you had expected it to be Meian or maybe Coach Foster. But the person who did bring it up to you happened to be the biggest nightmare in this scenario; Miya Atsumu.

“Ya should be a little less obvious ‘bout it.” He commented when he trudged over to the bench where you sat, grabbing a water bottle and beginning to chug. You tore your eyes from Kiyoomi who now had his back to you, the muscles under his shirt flexing with every movement. You raised an eyebrow at the blond, not yet correlating his words with your hidden obsession. He placed the bottle down and placed a hand on his hip, giving you a knowing smirk.

“A blind grandma could notice the way yer lookin’ at him.”

Your eyes widened and cheeks flamed when he nudged his head in Kiyoomi’s direction, and you knew you had been caught. You clenched your jaw hard.

“You say a single word-”

He threw his hands up as if in surrender, effectively silencing your threat in its tracks.

“I won’t, promise! But there is one thing…..”

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back. Of course, of fucking course he would blackmail you with this.

“What do you want?” You deadpanned, glaring at him and preparing for the worst.

Atsumu looked a bit affronted, as if the mere insinuation that he might want something was preposterous to him. You gave him another tired look, until he sighed and gave up, plopping down heavily on the bench next to you.

“A phone number. Ya know that cute girl who comes by once a month? From the Volleyball Association?”

“No.”

Atsumu’s mouth dropped like a child who just got slapped. “Hey c’mon! Ya didn’t even hear me out!”

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling a characteristic frontal headache begin to build, courtesy of Miya Atsumu. “I’m tired of setting you up with people, Tsumu! It won’t end well, as always-”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with his compression sleeves.”

You give him an unimpressed look. “I can get hundreds of those off the internet.”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with just his compression sleeves.”

That made you halt in your tracks. You searched Atsumu’s face for any form of mockery or lie, and you found none. Your eyebrows shot up when you realized he was being serious.

“In the locker room. I can get it for ya today.”

Oh my god. Instinctively, your eyes darted over to the man in question, who was talking to Hinata about something. It looked like volleyball tips since he had his arms before him in a receiving position, and Hinata was rapidly nodding to what he was saying.

“No.” You shook your head. “No, that’s wrong.”

“I’ll take a selfie with him, yeah? He will know there’s a photo. And I can send it in the groupchat.”

You look back at Atsumu, seriously contemplating his offer. He kept yapping, as per usual, thinking that the more he talked, the likelier it would be to convince you. And the bastard was right, it was working.

“No one else will bat an eye. We see each other in the lockers all the time. No big deal.”

You bit your lip in thought. The possibility of seeing Kiyoomi shirtless and only in compression sleeves had your pulse rising.

“And you just want her number in return?”

Atsumu nodded eagerly. You gave him a narrow-eyed glare.

“Send the picture. Then I will give you the number.”

His triumphant grin made it feel like he had already won. “Deal.”

That evening, when your phone pinged with a text notification, you nearly flew across the bed to grab it, opening the picture Atsumu sent in the groupchat with eager fingers and freezing as soon as you laid eyes on it.

Atsumu had held up his end of the bargain spectacularly.

He had taken the picture with Kiyoomi a little further in the background, so he could get the man’s full torso in it. He was facing slightly away from the camera, but his face was turned towards it, capturing the scowl between his eyebrows and the little pout of his mouth. He was gloriously shirtless, still a bit sweaty from practice, and he held his shirt in his hand, one arm flexed as he held it while the other was held carelessly by his side, compression sleeves hugging the cords of toned muscles just right.

There was another ping, pulling you out of your trance and making you realize just how dry your mouth had gotten. Atsumu had messaged you privately.

“My payment? ;)”

You rolled your eyes and sent him the number, immediately going back to the picture and starring it for future reference, a tiny smile quirking up the corner of your lip as you did so.

[cal-flakes]

can i pls see gun kink thoughts with rafe. real coked out and crazy, choking u with the barrel 😋

is this deranged ? probs? love u the mostest!!

it is deranged. but i also fucking love it. so maybe we are deranged. i adore u — also, i unfortunately get off on edging you mf’s so please don’t hate me when it cuts off.

‧₊🫧꒷꒦‧₊˚⋆

— “y’think you’re the boss huh? parading yourself around in those little skirts? infront of my friends?” he spat, grip tight on your jaw, forcing your eyes on him. you attempted to shake your head, yet winced as his hold only got firmer.

rafe pushed you backwards as he let go of your cheeks, leaving you to land on the couch. your glassy eyes followed him as he paced the room— eyes frantic, pupils blown; the obvious reasoning for his unreasonable reaction to you and your usual attire.

“the fuck am i gonna do with you?” he muttered, running a hand over his buzzed head. his eyes fell on the bottom drawer of the television cabinet, causing him to stop still while his glare fell back towards you. “c’mere” he ordered, voice low and raspy as his hand beckoned you over lazily.

eager to please him, you found yourself under rafe’s sadistic gaze once more. “rafe i’m—“

“do you trust me?” he interrupted, words harsh and laced with mixed emotion. you weren’t sure what he wanted to hear, especially not when he’s like this. opting for the obvious— you nodded eagerly, peering up at him, yet frowned as he stepped passed. you watched intently as his hand dipped into the drawer, pulling out a familiar piece of heavy metal. “knees, now”

doing as you’re told, you lowered yourself in front of him, as well as your gaze— ashamed of the wetness growing between your thighs. “you’re gonna show me jus’ how much you respect me” he smirked, turning round fully to present his idea.

peering up at him, you felt your core ache for it. it was wrong— so wrong in so many ways, and yet you wanted to completely surrender to him. pulling a plump lip between your teeth, you nodded— readjusting yourself in preparation.

“tha’s it— you want me to teach y’some respect kid?” he chuckled, feeling a complete lack of surprise at your willingness. “yes”

“yes what?” he sneered, toying with the gun. you watched as his slender fingers worked the metal so carelessly— fiddling with the safety. falling into such admiration, you almost didn’t realise the light slap that blushed it’s way across your cheek. “hey— speak when spoken to kid”

“i— yes, yes sir” you whimpered.

“y’shouldn’t trust me, y’know. who knows, might blow your pretty little brains out all over the rug” he hummed, dragging the barrel of the cool metal down your cheek, tauntingly. “open your mouth for me doll”

[qvrcll]

nsfw, fem reader, possession + biting

when coriolanus snow latches onto you, everything tends to burn. his fingers, his nails, his teeth, his lips - they all have a tendency for a craving when they’re near you.

and when he fucks, he fucks like its not beneath him. he fucks like a reverent and a lunatic, clutching at your sides like you’ll disappear on him like a fog and leave him behind like he has feared all along. claiming skin that he feels is his.

one night, in particular, he’s especially needy: hot all over, hands roaming the expanse of your back and pushing your body tightly against his. if he gave you time to recover from the melt of his kisses, you’d have recognised his heart for your own - thudding like something violent in his chest, able to be felt even with layers of clothing on. but he breathes you in like an tonic he has never felt before. in need of more, always.

“needy much?” you croak, feeling his rough hands catch against your throat as he grasps your cheeks. he intends to pull so you impossibly close to him, that the two of you might melt as one. how romantic.

he hisses when you bite his lip, take it between your stubborn canines and stay, “always. you - ah - know that.”

and it progresses into something bigger - his hands on your hips, nose nudging into your neck. he gets enthusiastic, gets riled up in places which are his forte - when this happens, it’s always his fingers that stretch you out first. one, two, and when you cry out loud, he’s staring at you with something ugly in his eyes.

possession. filthy, and wholly his. his eyes almost shift.

“poor, weeping little cunt is all mine, isn’t it?” he taunts you, voice against your breast as he takes your nipple to his teeth. the friction is lovely, delicious in a way, and you can’t blame the guttural moan that leaves you, or him, when you arch into his body. still, there’s no answer from you, “it’s mine. tell me, i need to hear it. that it’s mine.”

his fingers curl inside of you, the flex of them so nasty and painfully good that you never mean to squeal, but do anyways. he smiles at this. smiles at any twitch, any chance of your body betraying logic and following feeling, and he begins to slow his pace to filter that feeling as punishment.

and when you register this, you panic. your eyes are blown wide, quivering already when he hasn’t even given you a real fuck - “yours - yours! it’s yours, coryo. all - ugh - all… yours.”

his fingers flex, tighten.

“all mine? you sure?”

you can see him against your chest, eyes like that of a snake. glaring and wanting, poison in the air as he takes from you like a dog.

“yours, all yours - coryo, please!”

“shh. i know - that’s all i wanted to hear,” he smiles then, his fingers picking up an addicting pace, “i know, baby, i know… see, feels better doesn’t it?”

you nod, fervent and hot, in need of release. what impending release he has waiting for you. what utter cruelness he puts into his thrusts, his strokes. coriolanus is of much character, and still, he looms above. possesses you fully, like a thing for taking. you can barely see it now, but his eyes go dark with the lust of it.

and when he is fully sheathed inside, after much patience, he’s delirious. much more than before. you know this, he knows this, because his hips snap against yours so much more cruelly, faster and harder than anything else he’s given you in this room.

“coryo - oh god,” you cry, circling your legs against his hips, and the proximity it brings makes the two of you mewl against one another. when he thrusts again, its fire taking a lick at fire, and with filthiness forming inside of him, he takes to something more deranged. misplaced.

“you belong to me.”

you nod, hazy. not understanding to the best of your capabilities.

“you understand, don’t you? you’re smart, aren’t you? - ah,” he moans, and where he doesn’t, he bites the soft flesh of your neck until it grows tender with pain, “this,”

he picks a disgusting pace on your clit, fingers slipping,

“is all mine.”

the force of your orgasm isn’t superficial. it’s wrenched out from the deepest parts of you. when you lose consciousness, coriolanus slaps two fingers against your cheeks, chuckling when you blink back up blearily.

perhaps, so blearily that you don’t properly make out the sight of him popping two silver-stained fingers in his mouth, your spent too sweet for him to give up so easily. how delicious you taste, he marvels, the thought of it being all his more thrilling than for just one round.

(requests for snow / tbosas are open!)

© 2023 qvrcll. do not repost any of my works on any platform.

[tunafruitt]

--> ||❝ The Creator has a.. LOVER?! ❞

SAGAU || Warnings: fluff, gender neutral reader, slight crack, reader gets called a test subject and is implied to be used as one [Dottore’s part] OOC w/ Dottore..? Idk I haven’t finished sumeru yet </3

[ The people of Teyvat find out their grace has been romantically involved with someone for a while now.. what do they think about it? ]

Character(s): DOTTORE, XIAO

-> [ DOTTORE ]

“The Doctor is the Creator’s suitor? As in… the Second of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers? Are you sure that’s him? You are? Oh.. is— Is Your Grace feeling okay? I don’t see why anyone would be willingly involved with the Fatui Harbingers. What?! No! I’m not saying that’s not okay. Your Grace can do whatever they want! Hmph..”

The people of Teyvat felt conflicted to say the least. They weren’t judging your ability to make choices! They really weren’t… they just thought that there were better choices out there for Their Grace!! Yeah, everyone knew you liked the harbingers even before you descended, but couldn’t you have chosen a less deranged harbinger? For example… uhm... none of them.

Dottore could really care less what everyone else thought of his relationship with you though. He got the full package! His lover was the All Mighty Creator, and now he has a new “test subject”! (he says it affectionately.) Dottore knows people hate him even more than before, but who’s the one with the Creator’s arms wrapped around them, head over heels? This benefits him in so many ways. Wether it be research, obtaining materials, or just being able to have something more to use against the rest of the harbingers.

No one would ever dare voice the opinions they have of him while you’re in the vicinity. They’ll listen to you talk about a “date” you had with Dottore, which was really just you and him in his lab…. and he’s using you to help with his research. Hearing this, the rest of the allogene’s eyes are twitching, their fists are clenched, they’re FURIOUS. Not at you! Never. They’re mad at Dottore. How dare he use you as a test subject?! (you volunteered) How dare he use you to try to make another god?! (you thought that sounded fun) How dare he be IN LOVE with the All Mighty Creator?! (you fell first.)

When the two of you are seen in public, the streets go QUIET. Dottore carries this eerie aura with him, everyone knows who he is. And adding to the fact he’s a harbinger, he is also now recognized as the Creator’s suitor. Everyone besides you feels the silence and the stares, including Dottore, but if his lover is happy does it really matter? <3

In conclusion, everyone hopes Dottore dies. It’s not that they don’t want to see you happy. In fact, the entirety of Teyvat is glad you’re experiencing love and joy, just not with HIM.

─ִ━━ ꯭  ───ׂ─ִ─  ͜͡✿͜͡  ─ִ──ׂ──  ꯭  ━━ִ─

You spend a lot of days in Dottore’s lab. Today was one of those days.

You were conversing with one of Dottore’s younger clones. The clones, while being segments of Dottore, have their own distinct personalities. The one thing they hold in common is the love they have for you.

You love talking to the clones and giving them breaks from whatever days-long tasks Dottore gives them, but you miss the Dottore who’s the last thing you see before you fall asleep and after you wake up. You haven’t seen him since yesterday! Is this really how your boyfriend treats his lover…. who also happens to be the Creator???

And so you decide to go look for him. Who would’ve guessed he was sitting where he always was; his desk. Once you’ve spotted him, as payback for leaving you alone, you decide to sneak up on him. You try your hardest to silence your steps as much as possible in this hollow and echoey office of his.

“I can hear you, Y/N.”

“No you can’t... C’mon Dottore! Cut me some slack. I haven’t seen you since yesterday… and you didn’t even come to say good morning to me today!”

“Good morning.”

“It’s 4:00 PM, love. Take a break. It’s not like I’ll die anytime soon… can I even die..? Uhm.. that’s besides the point. You can conduct your experiments on me and do you research later. Come entertain me, please?”

“Are you asking because I have a choice?”

Your silence gives him an answer. You pull him up from his chair by grabbing his hands and pull him into a hug. You lean in closer to peck his cheek. He leans into you and grabs you by the waist to pull you closer—

“Doctor, the segments have finished—“

“Oh.”

-> [ XIAO ]

“Oh! One of the adepti? THE VIGILANT YAKSHA?! S-sorry that caught me by surprise… So the Yaksha is dating the Creator, huh. His tales have been documented for millennia’s, yet he’s rarely seen in public… I guess even someone like that can’t help but fall for Our Grace.”

So that must be why you always cooked Almond Tofu… Well, since Xiao IS the Conqueror of Demons, I can see the people of Liyue being quite happy. Jealous? Yes. But who’s even more jealous? Mondstadt. Why couldn’t it be one of the Knights of Favonious or something? But they guess you’re happy and that’s enough… (Though it could’ve been with them.)

Xiao is seen a little more often with you now that it’s confirmed you two are dating. Not too often, but if you want to go try out a restaurant in the city of Liyue, he’ll never say no. He may not speak much, but according to rumors is Liyue… “his eyes are always on you, listening to anything and everything the Creator has to say. It’s clear he’s fallen completely in love!” (Said by Chef Mao, probably.)

Being Xiao’s partner may seem awkward from an outsiders perspective, but he’s surprisingly sweet! He still won’t talk much, but he’ll reply to any questions you have, no matter how stupid or obvious they are with full genuity. Him being the Conqueror of Demons and you being the Creator, you both live busy lives…. so his eyes literally light up when you two are both able to finally see each other after a long time. <3 (he’s head over heels guys help.)

The adepti would be so PROUD. They probably already knew you and Xiao had a little something going on even before it was announced because of the way Xiao seemed slightly more happy. This lead to then being suspicious and eventually seeing him and you together… doing the most intimate thing ever…..

…. HOLDING HANDS. UNDER THE MOONLIGHT. But they kept quiet so don’t worry!

─ִ━━ ꯭  ───ׂ─ִ─  ͜͡✿͜͡  ─ִ──ׂ──  ꯭  ━━ִ─

“Xiao! I found you.”

As per usual, Xiao was sitting on the roof of Wangshu Inn. Today was one of the days where both of you were busy. You had a meeting to attend, and he was doing his job as The Conqueror of Demons. It was night by the time you were able to see each other.

“You should’ve called my name, Your Grace. It would’ve been easier for me to find you.”

“Yeah but I like looking for you. I always know where you are since you’re in the same spots anyway. And besides, I like how Wangshu Inn looks at night!”

You always thought Xiao looked pretty, but he looked especially pretty under the moonlight. His face seemed to glow more than usual today. Maybe it was the warm colored light radiating from inside of Wangshu Inn, or the light reflected by the moon shining down on him. Maybe it was the fact he had missed you so much that seeing your face again brought him a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Your Grace?”

“Oh, sorry Xiao, I lost my train of thought. Let’s go eat! I’m feeling hungry… today’s meeting was waaayy too long… C’mon, I’ll buy you something!”

“No need. I’ll be okay with just accompanying Your Grace.”

“Agh, stop calling me that. Y/N? Can you say Y/N? Please Xiao?”

“… Y-Y/N..”

“See? Not too hard right? Ok let’s go eat! I’ll make you Almond Tofu how you like it.”

FINALLY DONE OOHMYGODDD sorry this took so long. Idk what I should do next so feel free to request anything… ANYWAYS THE FIRST PART OF THIS GOT ALMOST 700 NOTES??? omg stop guys I’m giggling and blushing aughshsgghh. But seriously thank you so much I’m bawling

[etdanger]

hear me out.

red flag bf cheol manipulating you into loosing your virginity to him

goodnight.

NONCON

we both know this is the basic, a whole plan forms in his hand after the third time you tell him you’re not ready yet. because the first time he can endure it, even if he really wanted to fuck you that soon into the relationship it’s actually good to keep with his fake good boyfriend persona, the second is okay-ish, it’s a you thing… but the third? it’s been months without anything! in the end of the day he’s just a man, y’know? he needs it. can’t hide his frustration as you push him away again and once he looks at you and sees you feel bad and hears the shakiness in your voice saying “but… but i could help you” the gears start to turn on his mind, quick to deny it but you insist, so it’s not bad, right? it’s not on him, you are insisting on that, he didn’t do shit. has a blast watching you take his cock in hand, even if you’re all gentle and not really knowing what to do, he comes fast just because of the sight.

starts thinking about other ways to use you then until getting the chance to fuck you, the perfect reasons to make you feel guilty, and jerking him off soon becomes him fucking your thigh, it makes you feel so dirty, his cum all over your skin, which soon leads to blowjobs and him making you swallow every drop because he insists on coming in your mouth but again, it’s you, didn’t you complain about finding it gross? it wouldn’t be a problem if you simply let him fuck you but since you don’t want that there’s only one other way to fix it! he is just a pro in making the most absurd things seem like logic and you just sit there feeling bad because well, he is right :(

when it happens, he doesn’t warn you or ask you, he simply takes and plays dumb after. it’s making out that turns into you on his lap, his hands roaming over your body and once you whimper his name, to say it’s too much, he just shushes you, telling you to trust him, he won’t do anything you don’t want. it’s only a matter of time before you’re basically riding him, one hand guiding your hips back and forth while the other keeps your sleep shorts out of the way, your pussy covered only by your underwear which doesn’t do much as you are wet and his pre cum is all over it. he obviously knows what he is doing, purposefully getting you closer to the edge, getting you distracted enough to also pull your underwear to the side and nestle his cock between your lips, satisfied smile on his face at how wet you are, how warm you feel, switch turning inside him as the head of his cock nudges at your entrance and you jump, wide eyed, so cute trying to move away from him but he is much stronger, keeping your hips in place and groaning so loud as he slides inside you. he anticipated this moment so much that he basically doesn’t need to fuck you, bounces you up and down a few times but hearing you cry and call his name, your walls adjusting to his size and squeezing him, it’s enough to make him cum deep inside. wipes your tears and plays with your clit, encouraging you to be good, to come for him because “daddy needs to feel you, come on, just give me that”.

manipulative bitch, soooo good at pretending it was an accident, he couldn’t help it, couldn’t resist you, that he is so sorry for doing that, understands you not trusting him anymore, all the things he knows will make you feel bad it, as if it’s your fault because look at him now he feels so guilty, that never would happen if you just… had sex with him.

had to add some daddy kink and now can’t stop thinking about dadbf!seungcheol oooh save me deranged man who gets off by being called dad and calling his gf daughter.

[seattlesellie]

the space between us

pairing: ellie williams x reader

summary: MINORS DNI!!!! this is basically fluff that leads to pure smut. i love ellie's fascination with space and i just had to write something surrounding it. i've never written smut in my life i'm sorry if this is awful but i truly tried...  warnings: smut, dom!ellie, sub!reader, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r! receiving), spanking, ellie's a little pussy drunk and slightly deranged, degradation kink, praise kink, spanking, choking, lmk if there are one's i might have forgotten!  ellie and you started getting close. too close. it was a dangerous game. it started with being paired up to go on patrols with her, and ended up with you two having regular movie nights at your place. somehow, she always ended up falling asleep in your bed, and you never dared to wake her up.

in those moments, when she was sleeping right beside you, you felt like you were in a dream. you'd study her features, taking every single one of them in. the way her freckles were scattered across her face, like a galaxy of stars. the way a strand of her hair fell perfectly behind her ear. the way her firm hand grazed the pillow softly, tattoo's on full display.  sometimes, you'd put your hand right next to hers, and find yourself admiring the contrast. compared to her firm hand, your hand seemed fragile, small. her tattoo's seemed to embody her spirit - confident, and unapologetically herself. you couldn't help but wonder how that hand might feel like around your waist. after entrancing in those deep thoughts, almost like a ritual, you'd fall asleep besides her.   it was a warm night in jackson, and ellie and you had made plans to meet up at her house. when you and ellie hung out, it was almost always at your place. she would always tell you that her place was too messy, too dirty, that you wouldn't like it. she didn't know all you wanted was to be closer to her, to know her. after patrol the other day, ellie mentioned she had a surprise for you, and invited you over. your heart fluttered at the invitation. finally, you thought.  you picked out a pair of tight, light pink pajama shorts paired with a simple white tank top. ellie always told you how pretty you looked with your hair like that.

you knocked on her door, and a few seconds later she opened it to greet you with a huge smile on her face and open arms. she pulled you in for a hug, her arms wrapping tightly around your body, and you leaned into her, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. she rubbed your back slightly. ellie's never been a hugger, but with you, she couldn't help it. she liked having you near her. whenever you'd go grab a drink at the bar, she would always make sure to wrap her hand around your waist if some guy tried it with you. you weren’t hers, but it felt like you had been for all of your life. 

you pulled away from the hug, a small smile on your lips as you looked up at her. "hey" you said softly, feeling a little shy in her presence. no matter how much time you've spent with her, you always felt nervous, giddy. she looked down at you, her eyes lingering on your chest for a second too long. it made your face heat up slightly. did you wear that just for her?  "hey yourself" she said, her voice deep, warm and playful. "are you ready for your surprise?" she asked, taking your hand in hers and pulling you inside. her hand didn't leave yours, and she was practically dragging across the entrance.   suddenly, she stopped, and put her hands on your eyes, covering them entirely with her long, sleek fingers.  "el, are you going to kidnap me?!" you said, giggling uncontrollably.

"nah, i'm saving that for another time... if you piss me off" she said. you couldn't see her, but you swore you could hear that smirk forming on her face. she kept on dragging you on, slower this time, so you wouldn't trip over the mess on her floor. books, records, clothes. she really was messy. she rested her firm hand on your waist in order to guide you. you prayed to god she didn't hear your breath slightly hitch up at the sudden contact. 

after she was done guiding you through her house, which ended up with you slightly bumping in to a wall (she swore she didn't do it on purpose, you knew she did) you felt a warm breeze caressing your body. her hand left your waist, which made you pout. finally, she removed her hands from your eyes. you found yourself on her porch, staring at a strange object.  "what is this?" you asked, your voice filled with excitement, which made ellie slightly scrunch her nose at you. your eyes fell on an object that you didn't recognize. it was a long, slender metal device. you furrowed your brows.  "it's a telescope" she explained. "you use it to look at the stars."  your heart leapt at the idea, and you turned back to the telescope, feeling a sense of awe wash over you. ellie watched as you gazed at the telescope with a look of wonder on your face. she couldn't help but smile at how excited you were. you always had a way of finding joy in the simplest things, and it was one of the things she admired most about you. 

"you like it?" ellie asked, her voice soft and teasing.  you turned to look at her, your eyes shining with excitement. "i love it." you said, a smile spreading across your face. ellie chuckled, reaching out to ruffle your hair affectionately. "you're so cute when you're excited" she said, her voice warm, teasing you even more. you blushed slightly at her words, as she stood with her hands fidgeting with the buttons of her grey flannel.  "where did you even manage to get that?" you asked. 

"found it on patrol the other day… and i knew i had to show you" she responded. she was thinking about you, she wanted to show you.

״come on" ellie said, gesturing towards the telescope. "let me show you how it works." you followed her eagerly, your heart racing. 

"you put your eye right here..." she explained, with her hand right on your waist, never leaving your side. "you close one eye..." you didn't see shit, which made ellie laugh.  "one eye, like you're winking"  "you know i can't wink!" you exclaimed, with a childish tone.   "okay, okay. let me help you dummy"  ״hey!" you slightly pushed her off jokingly.  she got behind you, and you could feel her chest grazing your back ever so slightly. she covered your left eye, keeping you firm against her. you could feel her belt caressing your ass. you wanted to be pushed against her more than anything in the fucking world. you felt hot all of a sudden, as if someone lit a fire inside of you.   "now, look" her voice was quiet, deep, raspy.  your breath caught in your throat as you stared at the glowing orb in the sky. 

the moon was breathtakingly beautiful, and you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. joy filled your eyes, and you turned to ellie, your voice trembling with excitement.  "oh my god ellie", you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "its so beautiful" she smiled at you, her eyes warm and tender.  "i'm glad you like it." she said, looking deeply into your eyes.  "you wanna see saturn?" she asked, with a smirk on her face. you nodded your head at her, like a little puppy. it made her heart melt.  "turn around then" she whispered to you, adjusting the lens.  she got closer to you. even closer than before, her fingers were trailing little circles around your tummy. you wanted to see saturn, you swore you did, but she was so close, so fucking close you couldn't focus on anything else other than her soft breaths against your neck. you were lost in the sensation.  "are you looking?" she asked playfully. it was like she knew. she knew what she was doing to you.  "y-yes" you said, stuttering, embarrassment washing over you.  "yeah?" she asked with a tone you couldn't quite recognize.  your heart was beating faster. your head was almost spinning. you couldn't even respond. your breaths became heavier, and so did ellie's. you could feel her heart pounding against your back.  "describe it to me then" she demanded with a low voice.  you swallowed. "umm..." you almost whined, as you felt her soft lips grazing your shoulder.  "the ring...-it has a ring...-" you stuttered. your voice was shaky and you couldn't focus. couldn't see anything. saturn was the last thing on your mind.  "which one do you like more, the moon, or saturn?" she teased. her lips were so close to your ear it tickled, making it even harder to breathe. 

"i… i cant- i cant pick" your breathing got heavier. her hands were still wrapped around your tummy, her head resting on your shoulder. you could feel the air coming out of her nose with every breath she took, caressing you. suddenly, you felt her soft lips on your shoulder, planting a small, light kiss.   "ellie..." you whined quietly, and that was enough for her. she pulled you in even closer.  "tell me what you want, y/n" her voice was husky, whispering in your ear, making your knees weaker. you couldn't even respond.  "you can tell me to stop..." she planted another kiss. "should i stop?" she said, as if she knew she had you wrapped around her little finger as you melted into her touch.  you were a silent, whimpering mess, and she didn't even start. the knot in your lower stomach was too much for you to handle. it was tickling, burning, all for her.  "i cant pretend with you anymore" she said, and she turned you around to face her.  "you're fucking killing me." she had a hungry look on her face. starving. her eyes were darker than ever. "ellie…" you said in a needy voice. you didn’t need to say anything else. she could sense your desperation from a mile away.  "fuck…" she grunted loudly. her hands trailed up to cup your breasts. she was squeezing them hard. it almost hurt, but you were too focused on the pressure building up in between your thighs to pay it any mind.  "ellie... ellie…" is all you managed to whine. your desperate little voice was making her go crazy, squeezing your tits tighter, until you were left shaking in her arms.  "if you want more, you're going to have to beg for it." she said with a breathy voice. she sounded hungry, like she needed you to tell her what you felt, more than anything in the world.  you surrendered. you were hers in this moment, and you'd do anything she said. anything.  "p..please ellie touch me, kiss me, please" you weren't even sure if that's what you said, since your voice was so breathy and desperate, mind clouded with the thought of her hand on your tits, fingers circling your nipples through your thin bra. 

she turned you around forcefully. she looked like a fucking animal, her eyes dark with lust. she let out a groan, and she smashed her lips into yours. her lips were slightly chapped, opening up your soft lips, begging for acceptance. begging you to let her in. it was wet, and your head was spinning from the burning desire. one of her hands grabbed you by your neck, and the other pulled you closer to her by the back of your head, almost pulling your hair.the warmth of her tongue was driving you insane, dancing all over yours. she needed you more than anything. the ache between your legs was killing you, craving some sort of friction. you couldn’t believe this was happening.  

all of a sudden, she picked you up, her hands grabbed your ass, and she carried you to her living room, lips never leaving yours. it was borderline pornographic, the sounds your mouths were making. she let out a grunt as she pushed you up against the wall, and broke the kiss. 

the feeling of not having her lips over yours was excruciating, you needed her bad. you were gripping her flannel's collar, and her hand started playing with the hem of your little pants, eyes never leaving yours. her gaze suddenly turned soft. 

"you sure about this?" she asked in a breathy voice, as she pushed a hair strand away from your face. "i can't be around you without... i can't do this anymore, you drive me fucking crazy." now, it was her turn to heat up. her cheeks were red, eyes hungry for you. 

"ellie, i want to do this right now" you said, you felt tears forming in your eyes. you were so desperate it hurt, and it was finally happening.

"don't play with me" she said as she roamed her hands all over your body, purposefully avoiding your clothed cunt. 

"im not playing with you..." you whispered, as you grabbed her face and pushed it closer to yours. 

"i think about you all the fucking time" you admitted, voice shaking. 

she flipped you over so your ass was pushed up against her jeans and her belt was borderline bruising you. your heart skipped a beat at every move she made. she slapped your ass and it made a sound so loud you swore it could have woken up every resident in jackson. you moaned loudly.  "jesus christ," she muttered under her breath. you've never seen her like this. it was primal. every grunt that left her voice was filled with pure carnal energy. 

"i want to fuck you so bad" she said, her voice shaking, as she gave your ass another slap, earning herself a moan mixed with the sound of her name leaving your mouth. her hands grasped the skin underneath your shirt, reaching for the hem of your bra. she almost tore the fabric away from your body, leaving you with no shirt on. her sudden act of aggression left you with a startled look on your face. "fuck. i don’t wanna hurt you" she said, it felt like she didn’t mean it. her hand was caressing your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. "i can't- i cant hurt you… youre so fucking pure…" her voice was slightly above a whisper. your breathing was rapid, her eyes were inviting you in. 

"i need you. i need you" your voice cracked. you needed her more than anything. her hands on your body were fucking electric, she could hurt you all she wanted, you didn't care.   she pushed her knee between your thighs, giving you that friction you oh so craved. you heard her loud groan, and she hit every single nerve in your body. she noticed your little moans and whimpers, which made her move her knee up and down on your pussy. every moan encouraged her to torture you even more. 

"fuck yourself. show me how bad you need it" she grunted loudly before kissing you, swallowing in your loud pathetic moans. 

you started moving up and down, feeling your clit against her hard jeans. you were grasping for air, pulling her shirt down, scratching the muscles in her arms. it was excruciating, you craved more of her touch, you needed her. your clit felt swollen, begging to be touched.

"please- ellie- touch me" you whimpered. she hummed, and kissed you again, tongue rough against yours. it felt so fucking good. 

with no effort, she slid your pants off, revealing a pair of lacey white underwear. she breathed heavily and grunted as she noticed the wet spot that formed right where your hole is. her eyelids dropped slowly. she furrowed her brows, looked as if she almost pitied you.

"so fucking wet for me.. such a dirty fucking girl", she gave a quick slap to your pussy, which made you flinch and let out a small scream escape your mouth. her eyes were blazing. you pushed your cunt closer to her face. you were barely aware of your actions, you felt as if something took over you. she smiled playfully and planted a little kiss on your pussy through your panties, licking the wet spot that grew larger with every move of her tongue, over and over again, just to drive you mad.

you moaned her name, again and again, it was almost like you were chanting, saying a prayer, and ellie was your god. 

"not so fast…" she teased again. she was staring at your pussy with a look you’ve never seen before. she slightly pinched your panties to reveal your outer lips, and started rubbing them up and down your slit. the fabric was burning through you, and she enjoyed every minute of it. it was intoxicating for her, how the pretty girl next door was in front of her, begging to be fucked. she still didn’t touch you. her mouth was salivating at the sight of your pussy dripping just for her. she owend you. 

your hand grabbed a fistful of her auburn hair, pleading for more.

"now ellie please- please" you were full on whining. that act made ellie stop in her tracks, and she got up to meet your eyes with a stern look on her face. 

"you don’t get to decide." she said firmly. her green eyes were wide, her pupils blown out. she looked high out of her mind.  

you practically pouted, tears almost forming in your eyes.  she took both of your hands firmly. 

"how long have you wanted this, huh?" she toyed, her tone mocking you. there was no going back. she knew of the effect she had on you. no more sneaky looks, no more thinking you were so in charge of your feelings. she cursed under her breath and bit your ear, which made you moan her name loudly. she planted a small delicate kiss to your collarbone.  The sharp contrast of sensations was sending you into a frenzy. one moment, it was the intensity of hardness that left you gasping, only to be met with the tenderness of softness in the next. a delicate kiss followed by a stinging slap, each touch igniting a fire within you.

"tell me, or i don’t touch" no no no. you couldn’t deal with that. 

"i fuck myself thinking about you" you admitted, throat dry with desire. she grinned and let out a loud groan, eyes dark with lust. that was all she needed to hear. 

you were still pushed up against the wall, but now, she was kneeling in front of you. she looked up with her predatory gaze, and that look made another loud moan escape your mouth. she started planting long, light, little kisses over your soaked panties. you could tell she was restraining herself. all she wanted was to ravage you, to fuck you into submission and leave you unable to walk for days. she wanted to break you, but not yet. "its like you were fucking created just for me" she said. it made you blush even harder. just for her. 

"tell me you're mine." she demanded with a grunt.

"im yours… jesus- ellie im yours" you gasped out. she planted more and more kisses on your pussy, burying herself in your scent and wetness. it was killing her, as she felt her own cunt leaking from just the sound of your soft moans. her words were like a drug, intoxicating and addictive, and you couldn't get enough. you arched your back, pressing your hips against her mouth, wanting more, needing more. 

"i need-" kiss. "to taste-" kiss. "that little fucking pussy" she bit your clit through your panties, making you scream loudly. "please eat me- please… fuck-" you moaned, the sound catching in your throat as she bit down. you were mumbling absolute nonsense, the word "please" not leaving your mouth. she got up from her knees again, pushing you firmly against the wall.

she felt herself go absolutely insane, she could feel how wet and needy you were for her. she wrapped her hand around your throat, squeezing it lightly. "you're begging for it, aren't you?" she murmured. "you want me to eat your pretty little pussy until you can't even remember your own name."

her hand was cupping your pussy, giving it small slaps that made your head dizzy. you were hot all over, burning, as her hand imprinted your neck. 

you nodded frantically, not being able to say a word, intoxicated by her grip and her eyes, fucking you with her look.  

she was kneeling again, with her head wrapped between your thighs. you wished you could burn this moment into your memory. it was fucking glorious, a pure work of art, like a scene out of a renaissance painting. your eyes closed in ecstasy.

"jesus christ" she muttered under her breath, and moved your panties to the side, not even bothering to take them all the way off. she needed to know how you taste. she planted a warm, wet kiss all over your aching clit, and sucked it ever so slightly. a moan escaped her mouth, and you saw her hand immediately go down to take off her jeans. she took them all the way off, and then she shoved her hand in her underwear. that sight made you almost come on the spot.

the fact that she couldn’t wait, that she had to touch herself as she was kissing your pussy made you see stars, galaxies. she spread your legs open, your pussy on full display, offering your glistening folds for her exploration. she took her hand out of her black boxers, and without warning, she slid a finger inside you, and you gasped at the sensation of her slick warmth mingling with your own wetness.

"taste so fucking good… so sweet for me" she said in her deep voice.

"holy shit-" is all you could mutter, feeling the tight coil in your belly about to explode. she looked amused, letting out a small chuckle. your loud moan earned you another slap right on your clit. you screamed in agony and pleasure, as she pumped her finger inside and out of you like a fucking machine. 

she spat on your pussy, her saliva mixing with all of your wetness. 

"such a fucking slut for me, youd do anything for me wouldn’t you?" she mumbled, with that hungry fucking look on her face. 

she added another finger, pumping in and out of you, making you come closer and closer to your climax. the moans that left your mouth made her go even crazier. ellie was licking up all the juices that had gathered, and started flicking your clit in a circular motion. you felt so fucking unholy. 

she sucked roughly on your clit, her eyes not leaving yours, demanding for your eye contact. you could feel it coming at you hard, you couldn’t control yourself anymore. you needed to cum and you were almost going to. your eyes rolled in your head, forcing you to leave her piercing gaze. 

she stopped. 

"no. no- no. ellie- wh-why?" you cried. she blew air on your clit slightly, making you twitch. "youre going to look at me when you cum- if you don’t, I'm gonna fucking torture you. understand?" she said firmly, and she spanked your ass once again. 

"i understand" you cried.

"atta girl" she praised, as she wrapped her arm around your ass, and started licking you all over again, with an agonizing speed. your cheeks were covered with tears, you felt so embarrassed but so fucking full of her fingers and her tongue. with every single one of your soft sobs, ellie became more and more eager, moaning softly against your core. 

your mind went absolutely numb, as you felt your orgasm come closer and closer. you were filled with so much pleasure you couldn’t handle it anymore. 

"m'gonna cum ell-… i'm gonna cum" you cried, as her pace got faster and deeper, ruining your pussy. 

"cum for me angel" she praised.  you cried out ellie's name until your mind went blank. you arched your back as you drowned in the pleasure. 

ellie never wanted to hurt you, but you came so hard it nearly broke your heart. 

[house-of-daena]

Requesting for sub!dottore having his virginity taken in the akademiya by reader :3

Just imagining being his first,, he'd be so cute!!

obviously a virgin [dottore x amab.reader]

contents: no pronouns specified, dom reader/sub dottore, nsfw, akademiya zandik, slight exhibitionism, virgin taking, vanilla-ish, praise, dacryphilia, degradation, biting, blood, choking, overstimulation, (wc: 2.6k), tell me if i miss anything.

꒰ hi! thanks for being my first rq ❤️❤️ i do like me virgin taking ideas hehe, rqs r open btw n sorry this took too long :( ill be working on another dottie rq,, also holy shit thanks for 500??? i literally hit 400 a week ago... haha hi.. theres so many of you guys.. 😥😥(ty for all the support!)꒱

it's entertaining to mess with zandik, the cute boy who always gets paired with you for projects, since you're the only one who willingly sits beside him whenever you have class together.

you could definitely see why people are both intimidated and suspicious of him. you wanted to get to know your partner more, so you had asked him what he was writing in his notes all day long instead of listening to the professor, and just hearing him talk about his most recent research was enough to get the matra to do a thorough investigation in his flat.

you should've really backed away from zandik and refrained from interacting with him anymore aside from your projects, but the way his eyes turned from his usual bored and cold stare to turn into sparkling rubies when you said you wanted to learn more about his studies, the way his behavior slowly went from snobbish and irritated whenever you were around, to getting giddy at the idea of someone finally showing interest and understanding of his views and perspective while also trying to keep pretending that he's not growing fond of your company at all, has you completely hooked on zandik.

it was only a matter of time before you've managed to get zandik all wrapped around your fingers, all putty in your arms whenever you hold him, and finally able to call him yours.

before you asked him out, he was very... shy, for lack of a better term. whenever you think he feels flustered by something you say or do, he starts swearing at you and insulting you for no apparent reason. of course, you were taken aback at the sudden attitude, but he'd be all red in the face as he tried to hide away from you, a hand on his chest and muttering curses to himself under his breath.

and he proceeded to be a cutie even in a relationship. the boy can not express himself at all, and you can't blame him. he was used to being alone for the majority of his life, people casting him out, his own village even banished him, so you know he has never felt a lick of love ever since. zandik was just very lucky that you had the patience of a god despite his deranged self and rather less-than-humane ideas. he was aware enough to be grateful for your loving sincerity.

it's always so entertaining to see his face turn completely red, brows furrowed and lips curling into a terrifying scowl as he stumbles over his words, yelling at you for flustering him, making him feel loved.

really, it's not your fault that his reactions are so amusing. hugs, and kisses, he was slowly getting accustomed to. he was also getting bolder day by day, grabbing you by your forearms as he shyly pressed a kiss on your lips. he's so assertive, but at the same time, he's seconds away from punching you in the face because of your big dopey grin.

one day, you thought, "what if i take it a step further?". it was your own experiment to conduct, and you merely wanted his reactions as a result (or maybe even a green light to proceed...) and so, you began subtly touching him on his erogenous zones.

it started off innocent, your hands caressing the skin of his neck while you pull him into a deep kiss, tenderly squeezing him as you grab him by the waist, nipping on his earlobe and even going as far as lightly giving his ass a slap. and just as you expected, he'd immediately glare at you, sharp teeth exposing themselves as he glowers at you. of course, you don't miss the way his hands shaky slightly and how he becomes extra jittery when you get too close, your hot breath fanning into his ear.

then you took it even further when zandik never told you to stop.

in the middle of a class, you'd place your hand on his thigh. you'd pretend to be listening to your professor, writing down notes and humming to yourself as he shoots you a pointed look. yet he didn't move away from you, only letting out a small sigh as he melted when you absentmindedly circled your thumb on his skin, gently squeezing and kneading his thigh.

he didn't mind it at all... until you decided to slowly move your hand closer to his crotch, which made his breath hitch and close his legs, his nails digging into the book he was reading. but you keep your hand on on him, forcing your hand into his inner thigh to give it teasing squeezes. zandik almost gasped when your fingers slipped inside his shirt, featherlight touch grazing the smooth skin of his pelvis, ghosting over his quivering abdomen, then massaging onto the dip of his hips.

then you pulled your hand away, resting your chin onto your palm, and spun your pen in your other hand, ignoring zandik's looks of frustration with a big smirk tugging on your lips.

and this continued for weeks on end; pinning him against a wall in an empty hall and then making out with him so good his knees would buckle underneath him, only to leave him yearning for more when you remind him you've got classes to attend to—openly talking about very sexual topics that would make his jaw clench and narrow his eyes at you, his mind reeling from all the fantasies that you've been planting into his imagination—eyeing him so intently and making sure he sees you lick your lips, leading him to throw his book at your face.

you can easily tell it was driving him mad, for you to push and test his limits, only to fuck with him and pull away. his carnal desire only grew at your ridiculous behavior, and truthfully, zandik doesn't know what to do with himself. he's not a stranger to the warmth that pools in the pits of his stomach, but he has never done anything about it, and it got overwhelmingly intense when it came to you.

and frankly, he has had enough.

here you go again, trailing wet kisses all over his neck and collarbones, in a fucking library. zandik had to hold back screaming at you when you pinned him against one of the shelves and started making out with him. at least you had half the mind to do it somewhere more secluded.

your hands were inside his shirt, grazing his skin with your nails, fingertips ghosting over his hardened nipples. he couldn't help but whimper into the kiss, his knees growing weak as you press yours onto his crotch.

zandik really wanted to be the one in control so bad. he wanted you to be quivering beneath him, moaning his name and begging him for pleasure. but fuck, just by your touch, the warmth of your palms, how your lips leave his skin tingling and muttering sweet nothing's in his ear, he can't possibly fight against it. it was like all his previous thoughts have escaped his mind, and now he's reduced to some dumb, needy slut who can't get enough.

the ever so smart and arrogant zandik, now just a pathetic, quivering mess in your arms, desperate for more. it was obvious how his hips erratically moved against your knee, though sloppy and without a rhythm. it was obvious how his hands kept grabbing you; from your arms, shoulders, and wrapping his arms around your neck, he was restless. he squirmed and whined, nipping at your lips and refusing to let you pull away.

he was so fucking horny that he is not going to allow you to fuck with him again this time.

so, as soon as you leaned back, he grabbed your arms and yanked you back toward him. brows furrowed as his sharp, crimson eyes glower at you, his hands gripped you so hard, you were convinced it was bound to leave bruises. you tensed at his sudden actions, and your expression grew sheepish.

uh oh, you thought, guilt quickly overtaking you. immediately, you assumed that you've finally reached the limit of his patience, and now you're about to get it—especially with how angry he looked. but then he smashed his lips against yours, catching you off guard. you groaned against the kiss, teeth clashing against each other, the iron taste of your blood making you shiver.

zandik pulls away, licking his lips, "if you're gonna keep touching me like this—" he pants between breaths, growling and digging his nails into your arm, "then go through with it! i can't take it anymore!"

"oh," you say dumbly, blinking at him with wide eyes. zandik groaned at your response, his cheeks reddening as he grew flustered when your lips curled into a dark, mischievous grin. "oh my, in a library of all places?" you shook your head teasingly, pressing your body closer to his and making his breath hitch when he felt your lips against his ear. "how naughty you are."

zandik shuddered at your words, his arms now wrapped against your neck, biting his bottom lip to suppress any embarrassing noise that threatened to leave his throat. "y-you're the one who started it!" he whispered angrily in your ear, his face completely red, chuckling at the way he stumbled at his words.

that's how he ended up getting his virginity taken by you in a library. he didn't expect you to, but it seemed like you couldn't wait any longer either.

you tried to be gentle. really, you did! you love zandik to death that you wanted to take it easy on him on his first. but then he was complaining and rushing you, pleading for you to just put it in and that he could take it. you can't help but click your tongue, a bit annoyed, but still understanding. he was really needy, a bit cute, especially when you've embarrassed him.

"just put it in!" he bemoans, wriggling his hips impatiently whilst your fingers scissor his hole. you frown at him, shoving your fingers deeper, soliciting a silent moan from his lips, his heart pounding hard against his chest. "i have to stretch you out first, it'll be painful if i don't." then you tilt your head to the side, a curious glint in your eyes as you smile, "lest you want it to hurt?"

zandik scowls at your suggestion, but you can tell he is flustered by how you read his mind. your smile only widened, ideas forming in your mind as you curl your fingers into a certain spot, and he had to swallow down his screams and bury his head onto your neck.

"gods zandik," you chuckle, watching his shoulders shake at your condescending tone, "you're such a fucking whore."

you don't trust him to keep quiet for his first time. his sharp teeth bit onto the flesh of your hand, hissing at the pain the more his teeth sink into your skin. your blood mixed in with his drool that dribbled down his chin, muffling his whorish moans as you pound into him.

zandik clawed at the wooden shelves, books falling to the ground as he tried to desperately hold onto something, anything to make him feel even a bit of stability. it felt so fucking good, the way your cock stretched his insides, his walls convulsing to your girth as you push deeper into his hole. he could feel it pulsating inside of him, so warm and big, easily stuffed as you bury even deeper into him. he regrets that he didn't let you fuck him sooner, easily growing addicted to your cock.

beads of his precum dripped onto the floor, creating a pathetic puddle of his arousal. his poor neglected cock, red and throbbing, bobbing in the air and flicking bits of his juices everywhere at each thrust, making a mess onto the books on the shelves. he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to, he doesn't understand why his cock is leaking so much, twitching and practically begging to be touched by you. too bad you're ignoring it.

you had to hook your arms under his, unable to stand on his own with how good you were fucking him. his legs could barely function, trembling and weak whenever your cockhead harshly hits his prostate.

he keens at the burning pleasure that's spreading all over his body and all the way down to his toes. it was better than he could ever imagine, your cock was so big, and he never wants you to stop—all he could let out were mantras of fuck's and faster! and harder! and don't stop! he almost forgot that he was inside a library.

you feel him tighten when you wrap your hand around his throat, squeezing his neck. he choked on his own spit as he grew lightheaded, the smell and taste of your blood sending shivers down his spine, the corners of his eyes darkening as he's gasping for breath in between his moans. he squirmed against you, throwing his head back as he raked his nails onto your arms and leaving bright red scratches, but you only groaned at the pain and slammed your hips against his ass, your cock abusing his poor prostate.

zandik couldn't take it. it was too much! he cums, hard.

ropes of his thick cum flung onto books and onto the floor, his eyes rolled back as his body shook. your hand remained wrapped on his throat and your thrusts slowed to let him ride his high, whimpering as tears rolled down his cheeks. his head was in the clouds, screaming your name against your hand as his body quivered.

his head laid against your shoulder, so fucked out that his mind was completely blank. he wanted to scold you for driving him mad for weeks, for fucking him and taking his virginity in a library, of all places! but most important, he wanted you to bend him over his desk and fuck him harder. to use him, keep fucking him to your heart's content, as long as you're burying your cock that he loves so much into his hole.

then, you start moving again, your thrusts now held more vigor than before. zandik arches his back, his body trembling, sensitive from his previous orgasm. he looks at you with wide eyes, his teeth biting onto your hand once more. he's afraid he might scream at the top of his lungs if he doesn't bite on your hand.

he wanted to tell you to stop, that it's too much for him to handle, but the burn, the pain, it felt too good. the way his dick drooled when you started fucking him again had his head spinning. it stings, and his cock was still painfully throbbing from how neglected it was. it's not like he can say anything coherent anyway, you have your hand preventing him from pleading for mercy.

"don't forget about me, love." you purr into his ear, squeezing his neck and choking him, watching his tears clump his lashes together as he claws at your arms for oxygen. you grin at the pathetic display, struggling to breathe even if you've let him go. you don't stop, forcing his body to bend to your will, using him until you've had your fill. or at least, he's finally lost his mind to the pleasure. "you're gonna let me cum, right? fill you up until you're full?" you're not sure if he could even understand your words at this point, but zandik nods, like a good, obedient slut.

oh, you are going to have so much fun with him.

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 30: choking with il dottore from genshin impact

warnings: choking, slapping, usage of aphrodisiac, dottore is a masochist, cockstepping, foot humping, degrading, cumming untouched, reader is a harbinger

notes: can you guys just tell that i fucking despise this rat????

as harbingers of the tsaritsa and a group of very unlovable, twisted, evil and just genuinely not-so-good people, disturbance at workplace was common. of course, said disturbance ranges from a simple hiss of “i fucking hate you. i hope your next mission goes so unwell that the only casualty will be your tattered corpse” to whatever this is. this could have easily been called as something that most people would call as ‘hate sex’ if only the both of you were not fully clothed.

so technically, this would be counted as ‘hate masturbating’? ah, fuck the labels or those things. right now, the only focus on your mind was to put this annoying bastard in his place.

he really thought he was the shit, didn’t he? the absolute galls of this motherfucker to even dare to put you down and insult you in front of your own subordinates. not just that, he went ahead and put aphrodisiacs into your coffee and his own like the absolute lunatic he was.

how badly you wanted to crush his windpipes in. that would oh so easy with your current position of your hand wrapped nicely around his neck like those beautiful chokers you see on some certain accessory shops. or even one that resembles a collar that is bound tightly around the neck of a rabies infested animal. but with a deranged doctor like dottore, the latter description seem to fit well with how he was moaning and wheezing, clothed cock humping your boots as he panted like a dog.

“you really are a detestable creature, you know that?” you hiss in sheer and utter anger, your other hand joining the other to wrap around his throat more forcefully. both hands on his neck, ready to crush his windpipes in if you wanted.

you had the power. a harbinger who’s currently in the position of tenth may be considered weak amongst fellow harbingers but even then, the tenth fatui harbinger is more than capable to shake an entire nation and to be seen as a threat to an archon.

and that tenth harbinger is you.

so even if dottore may be the second, one of the few who has the capacity to rival a god, right now he was nothing more than a pathetic dog who was humping your shoe. panting and whining loudly with his tongue stuck out, the mad doctor only focuses on the feeling of your hands choking him and the hardened leather of your shoes.

“y-yes.. yes yessshh yesyesyesyesyes oh archons, yes. i am. i’m a detestable creature. your detestable creature” dottore chokes on his spit, a wheezing shrill moan escaping his open mouth as his drool drips down his chin. he seems to like being degraded like this, the movements of his humping becoming more and more frantic on your shoe.

red eyes rolling to the back of his skull, sharp gasps and squeals following until he swore he could see black dots in his vision. he didn’t wanted to have the black spots dancing in his vision! because if so, how was he going to see you? he wanted to see you. that look of just pure anger on your face as you choke the daylights out of him and let him hump you like a dog in heat. no, he needed to see you.

“aaANGH—! kyuuck hhang♡︎♡︎ gck! ♡︎♡︎” a loud intake of breath is heard as your hands let go of the position around his neck, allowing him to breathe for a moment. not too long after, without even allowing him to catch a full breath, his head lolls to the side with a stinging feeling on the side of his cheek. did you just…?

“eyes on me. who said you could go around tearing your gaze away from me, rat” he could briefly hear your voice hiss through the ringing in his ears. muffled, faint, hard to tell if the voice was truly falling from your lips or if it was one of his manic episode voices talking.

either way, it was still your voice that was blessing his ears. it was your shoe that was now stepping on his clothed, weeping cock and he was thankful. maniac and downright insane but dottore knows a holy being when he sees and hears one. he may have not worshipped any of the archons, but for you? the mad doctor would gladly kiss the soles of your shoes over and over. hell, he would even thank you just for being in the same room as you.

call him unstable as much as you would like and he knows that. he even revels in the title and he would gladly wear that title for his entire life if he could be with you. dottore always had this odd obsession with you. since your titling of becoming the tenth fatui harbinger, he had developed this odd sense of fascination.

fascination to dottore, but unhealthy obsession to others.

not like the doctor cares. he had long since gave up trying to reason with other beings and had lost almost all contact with social interaction if not for the harbingers gathering or his experiments with his lab rats. until you joined his ranks.

“i said eyes on me, doctor” you grunt, slapping him across his face again. on the other cheek this time. that seemed to have done the work to catch his attention successfully as his hazy blood eyes focus on you. his cheeks were the same shade of red as his eyes, however it was hard to tell whether it was from your forceful hits or his blushing.

“ougck—! yess.. ye-es yes yesyesyesyes, eyes on you♡︎eyes solely on you♡︎” the blue haired man nods frantically, slight twitch and wince in his eyes showing that the added pressure to his cock was just a tad bit painful for him. even a masochist has their limits. but did he care? no. no he absolutely did not care. if anything, the crazy doctor wanted it to hurt since it was you who was delivering these delicious cocktail of pleasure and pain. he wanted it to hurt. he wanted it to feel good.

with another slap to his cheek for his continued disobedience — for constantly trying to look down at where your shoe was stepping on his stained pants — the doctor lets out a choked noise akin to a mewl before his entire body spasms. thighs shaking and twitching before a strangled noise is let out as the stain in his pants become darker and darker. the stain moving and spreading, some of it even seeping through the fabrics of his clothes as it drips onto the floor below.

“did you… just cum untouched?” you ask, doing a double take as you lift up your shoe to stare at the white translucent juice drip down onto the floor, leaving a tiny puddle. dottore only giggles, almost as if he was in a drunken haze, as he slowly lifts up his face to stare at you. he looked positively fucked up.

“do that again, pleaasshee♡︎?” dottore drawls out.

[suguru-getos]

| Bully!Satoru Gojo x F!reader | Part 2 |

-> Part 1

Summary: You had just transferred schools, and your first day was an encounter with your new bully. He’s mean, terrifically hot & absolutely a menace. Though there’s more to that personna. Chapter Summary: After humiliating Gojo in the cafeteria, he has better ways to force pay-back. Hey! That shirt you ruined, was expensive.

Warnings: Oh he is a real piece of shit here with a barely there moral compass. Mentions of humiliation, bul!ying, belittling, teasing. The reader is slowly getting into an auto-pilot mode.

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It feels like pure humiliation, the way you walked off from the cafeteria. Satoru stood there, the warm, sticky gravy sticking to him. It feels like a sensory nightmare. White hot rage simmering through the very marrow of his bones. He exhales, glancing up just to see if there was anyone dumb enough to enjoy his misery he could stomp on. Nobody had the balls to, nobody has the balls to until you come across.

What was your fucking problem?

He walked away from the cafeteria, long strides eager to seek you out and punish you ruthlessly for your deranged and depraved, bratty behaviour. Satoru Gojo is worshipped like the literal god, who the hell are you? Meanwhile, you, amidst all your molten courage flowing in your veins, were the epitome of anxiety. You can't mistake his blazing steamy rage filled blue eyes greying… to be anything but merciful. You're not delusional.

A veiny, pale hand gripped your hair, the other wrapped around your mouth as you were dragged through the lonesome corridor. You whimpered at the burn in your scalp and before you could register what was happening, Satoru was standing in front of you. Baring his hostile teeth as he grits. "You've done it." He's almost amused, contemplating what more he can do to you, what more can you really handle… then again, does it matter if you can or can’t handle?

"Here's what's going to happen…" He pushed himself against your chest, unrelenting at how disgusting you might feel, transferring the filth on his shirt to yours. You struggled like a fish out of water. Satoru is taller, bulkier, stronger and you realize that soon enough.

"You will be my silly little pet, because guess how much this shirt costs?" He chuckled, whispering gravely against the shell of your ear. "1800 dollars, missy."

You feel shocked upon hearing the price, eyes widening as he slowly leaned his hand away so you could speak.

"Either you fucking pay me back, with interest for each day. Or you shut the fuck up and be my silly little pet for a month I will stomp on, my little useless errand girl. Sounds fitting to someone who looks like you, no?" He smirks, watching the colour fade in your eyes. He is sort of impressed by himself, the way he instantaneously thought of such a brilliant idea. That money means nothing to him, but not everyone is that blessed.

Once you finally gathered what was happening, you raised a brow. "Why should I be an errand girl to someone who collided against me and is now begging to be paid for his filthy shirt? Learn to walk properly asshole!" You spit back, eyes siren and jaw gritted.

"Kay then, I will ask your mommy and daddy to pay for their daughter's bullshit." He left your hair, the pain subsiding into a dull ache.

He wasn't fucking serious was he? You and your parents weren't essentially on the best terms, they have just shifted to Tokyo and while they would be willing to pay, your self-respect wouldn't allow you. Your mother would keep taunting you about this for the rest of your life… you really don't want that.

Satoru noticed the shift in your behaviour when he mentioned your parents - "Heh, guess they don't like you either huh?" He smirked, not caring how hard it would jab you. It kinda did.. but you couldn't care less. Not coming from him especially.

"10 days, of me being your errand girl." You wanted to be ploughed down into death once you uttered these words. There was nothing you could do anyways. Parents involving, not so much…

"A month." Satoru shrugged, smirking. He has you exactly where he wants. His sole goal is to make you cry every single day and make sure you apologize for being a little shit to him.

"And, you do whatever the fuck I say you to. If I tell you to clean my shoe with your tongue, you 'fucking' clean my shoe with your tongue."

Oh it felt like dying, like you were stabbed endlessly by a thousand swords when he said that.

"How do I know after a month you wouldn't bother me or my parents with the money?" Satoru raised a brow, smirking. "I'm a man of my word, little bitch." He squeezed your face in a single hand, watching your puckered lips. "I say you're free after a month, then you're free after a month, though you'll wish every single day that you paid me back." He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he let go of your face with a jerk, letting the back of your head collide a little with the wall.

You were so cute, small, stompable…

"See me when the school ends."

Satoru walked away with that, and your shoulders slumped. This is what it has truly come to? You needed some time to yourself after this, why are you always so pushy and so cocky? What if you didn't humiliate him… a month of sheer torture is what you've signed up for, just to not be tortured by your mother. Besides, it's a lot of money and you don't think your parents owe you because a shitty ass senior got pissed.

You dragged your feet to him, after the school ended. His whole group was present, they were busy chitchatting. Satoru perked up like a spoiled brat the moment his eyes glazed through you beneath the glasses. "My little lap bitch is hereeee~" He perked, walking towards you and smirking at how you grimace when you see the way he was treating you.

"Go, fetch us popsickles." He grinned, giving you the money. You didn't say anything, trying oh so hard not to slap him across the face and breathing out. "Mkay."

You looked up, counting the number of people, "Excluding yourself, no popsickles for you." He simply shrugged.

Oh he was getting beneath your nerves so bad. "I wouldn't buy them for myself." You explained anyway, "Don't wan' em." With that, you walked away, getting to the vending machine and getting those fucking popsickles which you rather wish were poisoned so he dies for good.

When you're back, he made sure you give them to everyone, made sure you give it to him- after opening the packet- and then dropped it.

"Whoops, gotta run again lil girl." He chuckled, his friends were… stunned too. Satoru is a cunt, they all know that. He pushes people through their limits but he's never been this much of an asshole towards any girl. Maybe because none of them did anything except slither around him and worship him.

You tear up, you have never… felt this humiliated in your life ever. Nanami gives his popsickle to Satoru, "Here, Gojo san. I don't want it. Please take it." He is so polite, kind… but his Senpai had other plans.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" He raises his voice a little, and you are left with nothing but a reminder of him demanding this money from your parents. Your feet are stoned to the ground though, unmoving. "Okay." You managed to say again, taking a deep breath as you force yourself to the vending machine yet again, bringing back his popsickle.

You thought highschool would be fun, you would make new friends, go to karaoke parties, excel in subjects, in extra curriculars, whatnot.. you never expected yourself landing into the clutches of rich asshole Gojo Satoru.

Once you're back, you unwrap it again and give it to him. For fuck's sake he finally accepted.

"Kay, gimme your number." He extends his hand with his phone on it, letting you reluctantly add your number and saving it as 'Servant'. Showing it to you to rub salt on your wounds. "Off you go, see you tomorrow." He smiled. You were relieved you don't need to see his face for the rest of the day.

Once you reached home, you cried. All the emotions overwhelming you all at once. Guess he was right, he will make you cry everyday..

The rest of the day passes by in a haze before you find yourself back in school again.

"OH good morning little errand girl!" Satoru's presence looms, he was waiting for you at the entrance, you looked up at him. Not responding for now. You needed to get to class. OH so you're being indifferent now? Satoru is pissed…

"So eager to go to class, I have a job for you though!" He snickers, watching your stompy feet come to a pause. Good, you were still listening. He will push you a little more. "During the lunch time, go and bring my lunch for me, kay? You won't eat unless I finish." He smirked, walking away.

The problem is… it's not fun anymore. At least… not how it was when you retaliated. Maybe he shouldn't have used the money thing and just teased you when you had the means to push it back. You just nodded and left.

During the lunch time, you did as directed. Bringing his plate to him in front of everyone… oh it satiated his silly little ego so much.

Though he wonders if you will snap… finally. If not, he can just push it. No? He extends his hand to Haibara who reluctantly gave his water bottle to Satoru.

Before you could process what happened, you were drenched. The white shirt now translucent, showing your bra. Everyone laughed, some of them were gawking at how the shirt does no justice to you, now that it sticks to your skin, you look much more delectable. "Oops, my hand slipped." He says again, though he knows he's pushed this one too hard. Today was only the second day. Besides, a vile feeling erupted beneath him when he felt others gawk at you. Look away. Look. THE FUCK. AWAY.

Rolling his eyes, he puts his blazer on you, "Here, go get changed.." He mumbled, your silence was not helping. Not fucking helping when you shivered at the coldness of your body, how you just… took it. You didn't even cry, this was to be expected from him anyways.

You nodded, walking towards the infirmary alone. "For fuck's sake…" Satoru snarled, whatever left of his inner conscience slapping him hard as he followed you to it. Making sure you change your clothes and gave you a juice.

You were silent again, taking it from him. "Got nothing to say?" He raises a brow, "I thought you were all big and mean…" He emphasized again.

"Nothing to say. I expected worse." You shrugged, walking away. You expected 'worse'? What kind of worse…

"What the fuck do you mean?" He holds your wrist, "You know, like beating me the fuck up or something." You looked at his eyes. Wow… you truly think of him as vile and disgusting don't you? Why does it pinch him so hard? He's done nothing but bother you and made you believe he is trash.

"Kay." He mumbles, walking away. He's the one bullying you and he's the one being bullied at the same time.

Satoru Gojo doesn't bother you for the rest of the week and the weekend after.

Monday… he asks you to hold his bag for him all the way to his home. Watches you cutely manage both yours and his bag when he could easily hold your bag and you…

You're panting softly when you reach the Gojo estate, cutting the call from your mother and texting her you'll be late. "Here's your bag." You gave it to him and he took it from you easy peasy. "Alright, well.." He can see the sweat beads on your forehead, the way you are twisting your shoulder for relief. Suguru has already stopped talking to him because of this behaviour. You look cute, even when you piss him off so bad.

"Go run home." Satoru scoffs and leaves. Maybe he should just shorten the duration from a month to 15 days… but then, would you become the rebel he liked you to be or would you just ignore him…. contemplation, contemplation… and lots of contemplation.

[lightwing-s]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄�� 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader

rating: 18+ (MDNI)

It was like the entire room shook with every step he took, his combat boots sending tremors through the floor. A proper man-made earthquake. With his stature, he towered over everybody. His presence was intense, and you could feel him coming even before hearing or seeing him, your head snapping to the entrance of the room to watch the scene attentively.

Wearing his skull balaclava, the Lieutenant returned from his practice alongside Sargeant MacTavish. You watched his chest shaking as he walked, the muscle jumping up and down like a juicy pornstar’s boobs would do, highlighted by the compression shirt he wore sticking to his skin. His sweat left it soaked, making the fabric slightly see through and his nipples easily visible. 

Swallowing deep, you felt your mouth go dry as his intoxicating smell of sweat, smoke and gunpowder filled the air. You were certain you must have looked dumb in front of all the other soldiers, eyeing your Lieutenant up and down. A tingling sensation growing on your cunt as he side-eyed you when he passed your smaller frame.

Fuck me, you wished, watching on as he started to disappear into another room. You were a sinner, of that you were sure, because nothing else could justify such a harsh punishment. Seeing Lt. Ghost Riley in person every single fucking day and all you could ever do was stare. You felt like Dionysius without his wine, or Snoop without his weed. Deprived, dismantled, deranged.

And he wore spandex today. Fucking spandex. Molding his ass and his muscular thighs perfectly, not to mention how much it emphasized the bulge on his groin, as if he knew very well the effect his choice of clothing had on you.

Fuck you, Simon. Fuck you. Fuck me.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around and returned, or attempted to at least, to your exercise. Every movement filled with days of build up frustration. Your arousal, hopefully not evident through your leggings, made its way to your nose, and you rolled your eyes out, exasperated to leave the training room.

Turning a corner, deep into whatever side of the base you stood, you found a darkened alley leading to a dead end. It was quiet, far for anyone. Resting against the wall, you let your mind wonder, thoughts of your Lieutenant crowding your head.

Your breathing was uneven, rushed, but your walk over there wasn’t what caused it. Your core ached, burned, begged for attention. Peeking briefly at your sides, you did something unthinkable, something your shame shouldn’t have allowed you to do. Putting a hand inside your leggings, you touched your aching clit, circular movements dragging soft moans out of your pursed lips.

Enjoying the sensation, the quick relief brought to you by your own fingers, you increased their speed, wanting to reach that so desirable end, the increased sensation making it harder to hold your moans down as you desperately bit your lips to stop them from coming out. 

Your mind darkened as the pleasure spread to different parts of your body, almost making you melt down the wall you were laid on. In your mind, the picture of your Lieutenant and what he could’ve been doing to you instead, crowded your mind. 

You pictured his hands all over your body, leaving purple bruises on your skin. His face buried deep into your cunt, licking your sweetness off of you. You picture his hoarse voice calling your name, but did not picture it dragging you out of your daydreams. Nor did you imagine the door closing right in front of you, revealing to you your own dreams in flesh and bone.

“Yn,” he called and you swiftly removed your hands from your pants, shame burning red up your neck. “I hope you’re aware this is a very unacceptable behavior.” 

The raspiness of his voice would have sent you on overdrive, but now it frightened you to no end. Taking slow but steady steps in your direction, Ghost had his eyes locked on you, drowsy and darkened, as yours, instead, filled with tears. Fear of what was about to come next filling you up. “Especially when your Lieutenant is right here.”

Staring down at you, he tugged at the hem of your legging, pulling it away from your skin and peeking into it, spotting the red underwear you were now thankful for selecting. He slid a hand you didn’t notice was ungloved down your pants, inside your panties, feeling his way down through your trimmed hairs and soaked folds. When he reached the spot your own hands had just been playing at, his cold fingers caused you to jolt, unused to the strange sensation.

“These naughty new recruits, always causing me some trouble,” he stated, sight still locked into your eyes.

Starting to move, his movements were much rasher than yours, rubbing at your clit ferociously from the start, dragging out moans muffled by your pursed lips out of you. Not long later, just as your vision was starting to spot, you felt him park his hand at your entrance. You had to hold his arm for support once you felt him entering your pussy, his palm fractioning against your already sensitive clit as he pushed his fingers in and out of your leaking core.

With speed, you let out moan after moan. Your legs started to tremble, as you felt your release knocking, begging to come out, and you barely held yourself up before his low raspy voice guided your eyes up to his. “With only one finger?” he stared you down, voice too close mocking for your liking.

“That was only one finger?” you cried out, a bit louder than you’d expected.

“Now it’s two.”

He resumed his movements, the new girth tearing you apart, the pain mixing with the pleasure making you wetter by the second. Noticing your weakling legs, with his free hand he pinched your ass, sliding his hand to just below it to pull you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

The wet noises his fingers were making echoed through the empty corridors, and you prayed no one else was hidden somewhere, watching you reduced to a fucked up mess on your superior’s fingers. With his finger thrusts, he stared down at you, golden lashes a majestic sight, as if you were a mere toy in his hands. A puppet he could play around with all night long.

His eyes bore deep into yours, making you feel small, diminished. Since your mouth hung open, silent moans escaping from it almost rhythmically, he held your throat and, playing first with your bottom lip, forced his thumb inside your mouth. You sucked on it like a hungry baby, and you swore you heard a chuckle come out of him.

Soon, you could feel your orgasm coming through. Your wall sucked his fingers in, needing to be filled with so much more. Your high grew, your legs suddenly light like a feather, your vision spotted, almost blacking out, and your mind blank of any proper or coherent thought. Just as you were about to come, a loud moan left your mouth, instantly to be covered by the Lieutenants free hand, making your skin burn from the accidental slapping, but only adding to your aroused sensation.

Ghost shook his head at you, removing his fingers from inside you just as quickly as the moan came out. He left you empty, hollow, as he still looked at you with a disappointed shadow in his brown eyes. 

“Pathetic behavior,” he whispered, stepping away from you. Your legs dropped to the ground, and you had to hold yourself up so as not to fall to the floor. Turning on his heels, ass shaking deliciously as he walked away, he didn’t even care to look back at you as he gave you one last warning. “Present yourself to my office, Yn. We have to think of what punishment I’ll be giving you.”

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MINORS DNI ; cnc (breeding?), afab/fem reader

just bc @/hyeyulove said they missed my ethan writing.

giggling rn because being in a relationship with deranged, ghostface ethan landry would be one hell of an experience on its own, but the day you let him fuck you without a condom is the day you can kiss your autonomy GOODBYE LMAOOO that man will NEVER leave you alone. he's already attached to you as is, so you think you can expose him to raw sex with FEELINGS and live the rest of your life in peace? that's actually really funny.

he'll be so needy—pawing at you, pressing up against you, languidly smoothing his hands over your waist and thighs, sheepishly commenting on how good you smell or look, anything to lure you into fulfilling his wishes. even if it's just you sitting on his cock and not moving while you two watch a movie or him teasing only the tip into your cunt, he just wants to feel you. he'd be addicted to how fucking warm and wet you feel without the latex barrier, groaning at how clearly he can feel every twitch and pulse of your walls, his breath hitching as you let him hold you by the hips and slowly guide you up and down along the length of his cock, on the verge of trembling when he clutches you tightly and empties his balls inside you for the second time.

and god forbid you ask him to pull out in the middle of him drilling into you. you're so overwhelmed, crying out and drunk on pleasure, babbling for him to pull out! since it's the only thing you can remember to do. but sometimes, ethan can be so mean when he's in charge. he'd loom over you, eyes wild and dark, lips pulled back into a mocking grin, and laugh. you think you have a chance at deterring him? that's cute. he'd take your moment of bewilderment as you stare up at him with wide eyes to hook his hands under your knees and fold your lower half up and into a mating press.

you don't have a snowball's chance in hell at pushing him off. he's far too heavy, too strong, and he'll reinforce your lack of control by leaning his weight on you to keep you pinned helplessly in place. all you can do is moan and whine and wince, embarrassed, at the obscene squelch of his cock bullying its way deep inside your sticky, overstimulated cunt and the slap of his heavy balls against your pelvis. but as overstimulated as you are, you don’t dislike it. he knows you don’t. if you did, your cunt wouldn’t be squeezing around his cock to keep him inside every time his hips pulled back a bit further than usual. you’re like an open book. he knows you by now.

on another note, the amount of text messages he sends you will increase in general, and if you don't reply within the time frame he deems acceptable, he'll start blowing up your phone. you'll wake up from a long nap, disoriented and not even remembering who the hell you are, and find several missed calls and texts from him as well as your man HIMSELF standing outside your bedroom window.

and those little couples pranks you see on tiktok, the one especially that's like "texting my bf he's gone, you can come over now?" yeah, you can't do that LMAOOO that man is INSANE. you remember how strong he was in that apartment scene where he was terrorizing the core four? HELL nah. you can damn near hear his car tires screech from down the STREET as he swerves around and heads back to you. in his brain, oh, so you think you can just be handing out pussy that good all willy nilly? 🤨 yeah okay. i know that the way he tried to kick in that bedroom door had y'all feeling something, bc me too.

he wouldn't try to kick it down immediately, but he'd stand out there seething, jaw locked, knocking on the door a little harder than normal, fighting to keep his voice even so he won't scare you out of letting him in. but his patience would dwindle rapidly. his behavior would be erratic, switching between pleading and persuasion and guilt-tripping and banging on the door and yelling so quickly you can barely keep up. babe you are playing with your LIFE😭 that pussy got him in a chokehold, and he'll be damned if anyone even gets the opportunity.