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[martellprincess-writes]

HONEY I’M HOME // gojo x f! reader

includes: EXTREMELY DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors + under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // GRAPHIC CONTENT // PHYSICAL VIOLENCE // fem! sub! reader, bully!husband, degradation, humiliation, fear kink, mean!dom, extreme sadism, hints of masochism (on gojo’s part), more than hints of masochism (on reader’s part), edging, LOTS OF BLOOD, slaps to the face, punch to the face, aggressive and messy sex, name-calling, wrestling, delayed orgasm, semi brat taming, all this but he clearly thinks you’re pretty, oral (f! receiving), orgasm denial, slight breeding kink, body worship? and destruction, no aftercare

themes: Arranged Marriage AU | Consummation Night | Strangers to...Enemies and Lovers at the same time bye

prompt: This is for the Cummunity server's Tender Taboos Collab! And of course I picked taboo, described as: "anything and everything taboo. We want to give our creators a reason to get absolutely filthy, to write the dirtiest darkest fantasies they’ve ever had. Explore your own limits." I'm so happy to be a part of mel's amazing community. She is a star and the absolute kindest. thank you for this collab and for letting me join!

summary: You barely know him, your husband, a stranger. The marriage arranged to serve a purpose. You know it and he knows it. But what you don't know, is tonight...he's in the mood to fight.

wc: 3.1k | reblogs appreciated! apparently spam likes get us shadow-banned rip

m. list | haikyuu bad boyfriends m. list

You were married in a haste, Gojo not even getting a moment alone with you after the ceremony. You’d been in the city for almost two weeks now, no contact, no idea of when you’d see him. All you had of him was the key to his apartment where you now lived, where you were now headed, grocery bags slung on your arms.

You unlock the door and shuffle in, taking your shoes off and setting bags down.

“There she is.”

You jump, heart pinching. With a snap of your head, you see him leaning against the kitchen counter. Lips part, sucking in air, but you’re silent, unable to find the words.

“Gojo,” you finally say, voice faint. Everything about you in a state of disbelief and awe. The rest of your belongings slip off your shoulders.

His smile grows as you approach, seeing how you’re drawn to him even when thrown off guard. He stops what he’s doing — wrapping his knuckles in tape — and he reaches a hand out to you, encouraging you to come closer. “You’re my wife,” he smiles. “Call me Satoru.”

“Sa—,” he silences you with a kiss to your knuckles, taking your short breath with him. “...Toru.”

He pulls you to stand in front of him before he leans off the counter. He presses forward, stepping into your personal space. This is the first time you’re getting a good look at him. You barely know the man, other than his height alone is enough to intimidate you, let alone his reputation. You have no idea what to expect, specifically as a wife. A blindfold of your own.

He pins you to the kitchen island behind you, your heart pounding. Bringing his head down, Satoru wraps his arms around you, pulling you into the greatest embrace. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, pressing your torso into his, lifting you up to your toes. Hesitantly, you put your hands on his shoulder blades. He’s so…warm. And strong. His kindness surprises you, introducing you to a sense of security.

He lets you go, and although you can’t see his eyes, his gaze and the silence make your cheeks heat. “How was your mission?”

He only smiles, bringing his head down again. He leans forward to kiss you but in a knee-jerk reaction, you turn away. You look up at him wide-eyed, feeling like you should apologize. You can’t help it, he’s still as good as a stranger.

“I should get the groceries—” you say instead, brushing his arm aside to stop his caging you. He grabs your wrist but lets you slip out of his hand anyway. As you put the groceries away, you feel his eyes searing into you, hot like lasers. You swallow, thinking of how to deescalate a situation that seems…off.

“Did you eat? Do you want dinner?”

You look over your shoulder when he doesn’t answer. He’s back to wrapping his hand up like a boxer. He cuts the last piece of tape with his teeth, securing it. He punches his fist into his palm. Then he looks up at you.

The corner of his mouth curls.

Satoru gets his hands under your thighs and lifts you up, sitting you on the kitchen island. You lean back—

“Are you scared?” he grins.

“No,” you chuckle, your breath hitching when he spreads your legs open and gets his hips between them.

“Oh yeah?” He puts his hand on your chest, indicating he’s well aware of your heart rate.

You open your mouth to speak, but he interjects.

“It’ll turn me on if you are.”

You close your mouth, not knowing what to say to that. He taps the back of his fingers against your right cheek before he draws down your jaw. He curls his hand into a fist, connecting his wrapped knuckles against your left cheek with a click of his tongue. A playful mock-punch that makes your ears light up.

Satoru presses his cheekbone against yours, bringing his lips to your ear as he snuggles into you.

“Do you like it rough?”

“...No.”

“Damn, that’s too bad.” Gojo leans back so he can look at your face. A brow perks. “But you’ll be a good wife and take it, won’t you?”

You turn away, your cheeks on fire at this point as his words leave a bad taste in your mouth. He tilts his head, trying to catch your lips again and again. You lean back, pushing against his shoulder.

“Satoru—”

“Oh don’t be shy now, you’re making me blush too.”

He yanks your ear, shutting you up. Capitalizing on your shock, Gojo tugs at your hair on your other side as well.

“Stop!” you whine.

He leans his chin into your chest, resting his forearms against the countertop as he looks up at you. He pokes you at your side, making you flinch and cuddle up into his other arm. Gojo’s teeth graze your ear as he pulls your hips to the edge of the island, making you freeze. You feel his bulge between your legs. “You’re for me to toss you around, are you not? With the way your family offered you up like a whore. Please protect our people. Take her as a gift.”

His teeth tug at your earlobe, his open mouth trailing hot breath down your jaw as you swallow the urge to cry. That’s not how your father put it. You knew it. You thought with Gojo accepting, he was understanding of the situation. He bites, forcing a sound out of you that gets him stiff in his pants. He sucks on the side of your chin, wanting to hurt you, wanting to mark you forever. You purse your lips into your teeth, moaning uncomfortably.

You shove against his shoulders, hitting him hard so you can hop off the countertop. Gojo laughs, twisting your arm behind your back before he gets you into the living room. You put up a fight, which is exactly what he’s been looking for. He wants to fight.

He tackles you into the couch and you both wrestle. For him it’s play, Gojo just so giddy while you’re frustrated beyond belief, afraid that this is the man you’ve married.

“Take your top off,” he mumbles between breaths.

“No—what’s wrong with you?”

“Oh hooo,” he chuckles. “So not only is she pretty, she’s also a brat.” Gojo feels you up, his big hands running from your stomach to the tops of your breasts. He keeps his head buried in your chest. “I have a thing for brats.”

He squeezes your breasts, making your back arch. Your thigh hooks at his hip.

"Let me show you what happens to brats who don't follow my fucking rules."

Before you can even take a breath, Gojo folds you over the back of the couch, pinning his arm across your lower back before he smacks your ass. You whimper, unable to do much with your hips locked. He hits you again and again before he’s sunken his teeth, biting into your cheek. Your voice trembles, hot tears pinching the back of your eyes. You feel your husband’s hands moving again. One squeezes your hip, the other gets between your legs. His long fingers rub you over your jeans, your muscles clenching, pulsing at his touch. He gets behind you, spreading your legs open.

Gojo’s hands glide up your ass and into your shirt, exposing your back as he takes it off. His rough palms make you hot all over, your shirt off slipping off under his demand.

“A white bra,” he smiles, noting the contrast it has against your skin. “Wow, you really are bride material.”

He takes his shirt off, wanting to feel your skin against his. He reaches for your front, undoing the zipper of your jeans. You grab his wrist but he’s in your pants in a second. You gasp, feeling him over your panties. His touch is seemingly simple, rubbing you up and down, but it’s electric, making you squirm into his pelvis.

“Satoru, please—”

“You want more?”

“Stop!”

He slips his hands into your panties, too strong for your clawing. You throw your head back, body tense as he explores you in unfamiliar ways. You whimper, lungs fighting. Your palm is over him, your fingers moving with his. It’s almost like you’re…doing it with him. The feeling of his long fingers, skilled and strategic…

You can’t stop gasping, lungs shaking as you writhe under his warm chest. You feel your body’s response to his actions stirring in your gut. You push your head back into his shoulder, veins in your neck straining beyond belief when he—

Stops.

Gojo pulls his hand out, leaving you with nothing. You’re still tingling, everything static and sirened, muscles humming. You pant, body slumping over the couch.

"What's wrong? I thought you brats like being teased."

He pulls you in by your waist and falls back into the couch, manhandling you again. You try to wrestle out of his grip until you roll him off, sending you both falling to the rug. With your body on top of him, Gojo groans, wincing as his back arches. Your arms are weak, shaking, your mind half-fogged, but you use the opportunity to escape while he laughs.

You crawl over him but Gojo slaps his palm onto your thigh, yanking you back into place. He wraps his arms around you, pushing forward to successfully pin you onto your back. You grit your teeth, stifled cries in your mouth as he pulls your jeans off. Still, he won’t stop with the rough-housing. You push against him as he hovers over you, trying to roll onto your side. You’ve had it, so much so, when he tries to restrain your wrists, you slap Gojo across the face.

It surprises you both, but what’s worse is as your arm swings back, Gojo pinning your back to the ground, your elbow connects, knocking into his nose.

Your pupils are blown out, body shaking.

“I’m—I’m sorry.”

His nose gushes. Dark crimson leaking from his nostrils to his mouth, dripping onto your bare body.

Gojo takes his blindfold off, eyes lighting up at the sight of you. His stark eyes and the perverted lust they’re glazed in distract you before you realize you’re drenched in his blood, your sadistic husband dripping all over you. His blood is hot, thick, and dark, your voice shrill as your stomach caves into your spine. You can’t even speak, words only strained, terrified sputters.

Gojo loses his mind looking at you perched up on your elbows beneath him. Your skin, so untainted, so pure, so smooth, now smothered in his deep red, along with your bra and panties that’ll never look the same again. A consummation night of his dreams.

You start to scoot back, thinking he’s done for the night, but no. He kisses you on your belly, his hand trailing up to smear the blood up your chest. He bites into the dip of your waist — hard. You scream, eyes watering instantly, knowing he’s drawn blood. His teeth leave indentations you’ll have forever while he climbs up your figure. He plants bruises where he decides to suck your skin through his teeth.

Your thighs squeeze together as you grab his forearm, feeling his bloody hand grip the side of your neck. As Gojo’s tongue glides up the other column of your throat, your walls flutter desperately in response. He sits up, cupping your cheek. You look up at him, and he notices a shift you’re probably unaware of yourself — doe-eyed and obedient with silence. He holds the side of your head firm, not wanting to snap your pretty neck. He uses his other hand to slap you light, using only a tap of his fingers. It’s almost…comforting. But he’s only preparing you for what’s coming.

You start to struggle, pulling your knees up, but Gojo straddles you at your hips. He smacks you a little harder, making your lower back tingle. He goes even harder, a good smack and your pussy clenches. Your hands squeeze against his hips, desperate for friction, desperate for something to ground you.

He leans in, spitting on your face before he slaps you again. You flinch before he shoves his fingers in your mouth, the dried taste of iron hitting your tongue before he spits on your teeth.

You moan, eyes teary and mind woozy, reality slipping the more your husband shows you his true form. Gojo starts to slide down your body, getting off your legs so he can take off your panties. Your fists clench, unable to hold onto anything as the sting on your cheek mixes with the arousal deep below. You wipe the spit off your eye, rubbing it down your cheek, feeling the blood. You don’t know if you actually try to wipe it off or rub it in, but the way your body sings in anticipation as he pulls your panties off your hips makes nothing else matter.

“Why so quiet now, hm?” he teases, tossing your panties aside. You’re throbbing when he spreads your thighs, opening you up to him. The air is so cool against how fevered he’s got you. You suck air through your teeth as he brings his head between your legs. The closer he gets, the harder it is to breathe.

“Bet I can make you scream.”

“Gojo,” you beg.

His fingers spread you open before his tongue makes an appearance. You twitch and the huff of his chuckle electrifies every square inch. He drags the tip of his tongue along your inner lips like he’s tracing them, teasing you more and more instead of just going in. In. You want his tongue inside you. You want to roll your hips into his face—

Gojo laps his tongue up before he dips it into you. Your back arches, hands reaching out for nothing. Your moans are so sweet, so shy, as his tongue swirls around. His palms grip the tops of your thighs, holding you in place as you squirm against him. He flicks his tongue up, ringing you like a bell, bringing your clit to life before it screams. He wraps his mouth around it, sucking hard.

You moan loudly, twisting uncontrollably, your body practically contorting under his command. You reach for him, your fingers getting entangled in his hair. You tug on his roots with urgency. Your whole body is on fire, dancing closer to the edge. You yank fistfuls of his hair, your toes trailing up his back as you pull him into you. He sucks, licks, flicks, and swirls, digging his nails into your thighs. When he thrusts his tongue inside you he grunts, rippling vibrations that make you choke on the air around you.

Your eyelids are squeezed shut, forehead strained, teeth grinding. A carnal groan surfaces from deep in your throat—

But again, Gojo stops.

You whine loudly, tears at your corners. You barely register his laughs, his kisses and bites at your thighs. Your sweaty palms release him, hands jumping to cover your face as you attempt to roll to your side.

“Fuck,” you whisper under your breath, wanting to cry. You feel an authoritative hand grip your hip, forcing you onto your back once more. You’re limp. Adrenaline rush after adrenaline rush. And you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

You dare to look down at him.

Gojo cracks a smile, spreading your knees apart once more. “Looks like you’re mine now, my dear wife.”

Still, even with limp strength, you try to lock your legs, scooting away from him. Why should he get what he wants? He laughs.

“It’s like you want me to beg. Is that something you’d enjoy?” He brings his head down, fighting against you as he pries your legs open. He kisses your knee. “Me begging?”

“Please baby,” Gojo continues. He brings his mouth up your blood-red stomach, sprinkling more kisses. “Let me sink my dick in my pretty slut’s pretty pussy.”

Gojo bites into the fat of your skin, using the opportunity where your knees jerk to spread you open and get his hips inside you. He sinks his cock deep in your soft, warm walls, groaning at the savored sensation while you moan. He holds your hips up, rolling into you like you’re just an object. He doesn’t wait for you to get used to his length, hitting spots so deep, winding up the pleasure he’d built so thick only to halt again and again.

You spasm, digging your nails into the rug. Your eyes are screwed shut, but when you hear him cackle, you dare another look. He looks insane, bloodied face, wide eyes, maniacal smile as he slaps your hips onto his pelvis.

“You should s—see yourself,” he grunts, voice straining, eyes sparkling. “Fucking pretty whore.”

The way he says it, it’s as if you’re meant to take it as the biggest compliment. Gojo lets go of your hips, instead falling forward. He presses his hand beside your head, hovering on top of you as his hips continue to circle into you. He taps your cheek with his fingers again before he slaps you, hard. Your head buckles to the opposite direction, mind spinning before you loll back. This time, he pulls his elbow back, and suddenly you realize why he’d wrapped his knuckles. He punches you in the face, making everything stop.

Your ears ring, everything blurring. You don’t even feel the sting. No. What’s more apparent is the way your walls get a heartbeat of their own, convulsing around his dick.

His fist comes with a kiss before Gojo ducks his head into the gap between your neck and shoulder. He bucks his hips out and thrusts, his groans now turning into moans as the both of you get close.

His hands scoop under your triceps, guiding your arms over the back of his neck.

“Hold on to me, doll.”

You cling to him as he rolls his hips, mouth open, eyelids fluttering, the tears at your corners now leaking down your temples as the sting settles. Your back arches, toes pressing against the floor in a desperate attempt to — you don’t even know. All you know is, your body starts shaking. Face hot, every hair on you electric. Shivers, convulsing. You gasp, needing to hold onto him.

You dig your nails into his back, hoping he’ll bleed. It makes him hit his own peak and tense along with you. He squeezes every muscle in his body, his whole body vibrating as he groans, spraying spurts that paint your walls.

“Fuuuck—”

a/n: fun fact, this is my first JJK fic! *internal screaming and pacing ensues* let me know if i did it justice~

read more of my works here! more gojo content coming next week ❤️‍🔥

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[lady-lunaaa]

Tonic

Pairing: Edward Elric x Fem!reader

Rating: Explicit, minors do not interact

Warnings: mention of nightmare, hurt/comfort, soft smut, female receiving oral, unprotected sex, light biting, my nose kink is evident here sorry not sorry 😬

Word Count: 4k

a/n: This is my submission for the Cummunity's Tender Taboo's Collab, check out the masterlist and read all the awesome pieces as and when they come out. But please read tags as there is some extremely dark content! I went for tender so no warnings here really, except for the fact this is my first ever smut lmao. Thank you so much wife @dabilove27 for being my beta and hyping me up immensely (also for giving me a title), this would not have happened without you, I love you 💙

Lullaby:

You couldn't sleep.

You swear you had been exhausted when you and Edward had crawled into the apartment, just shy of midnight, and collapsed into bed. Ed was out as soon as his head hit the pillow, but you couldn't seem to settle your racing thoughts and let go of the day. It had been a busy one, full of research in the library and chasing up several leads on a promising case. Useless information and earlier conversations swirled around your mind in an anxious haze, and so here you were, two hours later, staring up at the cement ceiling in resigned defeat.

A few minutes ago, Ed had begun twitching in his sleep. His loose hair splayed across the pillow messily, as low murmurs fell from his lips in a jumble of words that you couldn't make sense of. It wasn't anything new. This was his nightly routine, unimaginable terrors plagued his fitful sleep, until he eventually awoke in a cold sweat. You were used to it by now, and usually slept through the minor stuff, only stirring if he jerked awake with a kick or a yell.

But tonight, was different. The terrors gripped him early and were getting worse, you could tell by the pants and groans that escaped him, and the way his head tossed from side to side. You thought it's probably why you couldn't sleep, your body so attuned to his that it knew tonight was going to be a bad one, that he would need you. You tensed as he sucked in a gasp and his breathing halted, but when he finally let out an exhale a few seconds later, you slowly relaxed and reached out a hand to find his.

Your pinky finger had just grazed his fingers when a thunderous roar erupted from his chest and pierced the stale air. The sound bounced off the bare walls and wooden floorboards, and filled up the small room. You jerked into a sitting position in total panic. The noises that left Ed's mouth were inhuman, broken, inconsolable and you wrestled with the covers, scrambling out of them to reach him.

He was sitting up now, shoulders hunched over himself, while shaky hands grabbed at his hair harshly, as if he could pull the horrors from his subconscious. You hovered next to him on your knees, breath held and heart beating wildly, as you came down from the rush of adrenaline that had spiked through your bloodstream at his shout. It was when his shoulders began to shake, and pained moans became laboured breaths, that you jerked out of your stupor and placed a gentle hand on his back, touch hesitant so as not to startle him. He stiffened, as if realising he wasn't alone, wasn't inside a nightmare of his own twisted creation, but home...in bed...with you. One touch was all it took for him to come back to himself.

His head shot up alarmingly fast and his mechanical arm reached for you just as quickly, he grabbed your upper arm in a forceful grip. The bite of cold metal sharp against your skin, goosebumps bloomed under the hold, as his other hand cupped your jaw gently. The polarising pressure in either touch was dizzying, one possessive and desperate, the other gentle and imploring. Those honey irises of his were wide, fixed on your own, and wavered as fresh tears escaped them.

"You're alive," Ed whispered, voice hoarse and thick with emotion. Your heart shattered then and there, and you placed your own hand over his in a comforting gesture.

"I'm alive," you confirmed, thumb rubbing over his knuckles in a repetitive motion.

At the sound of your voice, a whoosh of breath left his lungs and his head fell forwards, it landed on your shoulder with a thump. Your arms immediately caught him as he sagged against you, the fingers of one hand brushed through his tangled locks, while the others ran up and down his back to soothe him. His skin was clammy to the touch, sweat already drying in the cool air of the rented room you shared. Small tremors rippled through his body, from the chill or the lasting nightmare, you weren't sure. You held him a little tighter, now using a whole hand to rub along his back in hopes the friction would warm his skin.

Ed nuzzled into your neck with a hum of content and rubbed his nose against your pulse point in circular motions. He inhaled deeply as if he could breathe you in and keep you safe that way. The same mantra escaped his lips over and over as he clung to you, "you're okay, you're okay." You said it with him, willed the reality behind those words into his mind. As much as you wished that these moments wouldn’t occur, you despised the cause, you cherished them. Edward was an open and honest person, but it wasn’t often he showed this amount of vulnerability, allowed someone to take care of him. And you loved to take care of him. He often called you his ‘tonic’ for the bad dreams, a balm on his shattered heart and fragmented mind, after all the years of heartbreak and torture.

You closed your eyes tight to stop your own tears from falling, the last thing he needed was to end up comforting you, and placed your cheek on his head. You breathed in deeply, mimicking his action, and took in that familiar, comforting smell. The subtle scent of his skin, wood and musk with a hint of spiced sugar, mixed with the harsh tang of metal and sweat and the citrus of his shampoo. It was intoxicating, he was intoxicating. His smell went straight between your legs, and you struggled to keep your breathing even, especially when his touch went from blind panic to a desperate need.

His fingers stopped clutching you to him and instead began roaming insistently, over your shoulders, across the back of your neck. Hands smoothed down your back, one warm skin and the other cold metal, the stark difference in temperature and feel caused you to shiver involuntarily. The same hands slid to your front and settled over your waist, and used it as an anchor point to pull you closer to him. You acquiesced, you lifted your hips instinctively and your knees fell apart to allow him into the small space between them, ushering him in.

His mouth was molten against your skin, lips pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck, and teeth nipped playfully at the delicate skin of your collarbone, he worked every inch of flesh until it felt like it was on fire. Every sweeping touch, every heated brush of his lips, every comforting word murmured against your skin was a reminder that you were real; as if he had to make his reassurances that you were safe tangible. Your gentle fingers tightened in his hair and pulled the strands near his scalp as you made a fist, mouth falling open as your head dropped back against your shoulders.

His affections continued, the tip of his nose and plush of his lips blazing a path down your chest and between the valley of your breasts. He paused for effect- his hot breath fanned over your cool skin and drove you wild. Then, without warning, he turned and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of your under breast through your cotton slip. You gasped out his name in shock and arousal.

"E-Ed!" Your legs tightened at his waist where they caged him between you. His name on your lips was all it took for him to lose his composure, the fingers of his right hand curled into the fabric of your nightdress where it lay at your waist, and yanked. Metal creaked as fabric tore, the fibres separated all the way up, and snapped the spaghetti strap that had slipped down your shoulder. You shrieked in alarm as he used his other hand to whip the useless garment from your body and discard it behind him carelessly. Before you had time to scold him, his hands were on you again, fervent in their mission to map out your flesh.

The thumb and fore finger of his left hand found your nipple and began to tug at the already hardened bud. His mouth worked the other, tongue laving over the tip before he sucked it into his mouth. You moaned into the frigid air, now pressed flat against the bed, elbows barely propped you up. Ed continued his ministrations, eyes locked on yours, they looked like liquid gold in the dim light of the moon, darkened with lust and shadow. He looked sinful as he suckled at your breast like a man starved. Your mouth fell open in another ‘O' as heat pooled in your stomach, slick rushing to wet your slit and coat your inner thighs.

You groaned as you tried to squeeze your legs together, you sought friction, but found only the impediment of his waist. His eyelids fluttered shut, long lashes brushed his full cheeks, when your hips rose to meet his. Your clothed pussy rolled along him slowly, panties already damp with arousal, and caused his hardened member to twitch at the sensation. Within seconds he had slid down the bed, and taken your panties with him, before your legs were thrown over his shoulders. You cried out when he dove between your legs enthusiastically, no trace of the usual cocky grin he wore, too focused on your body. His nose grazed your thigh as pointed canines' bit into the flesh there. He held the action for a moment, as if savouring the feel of you between his teeth, and the sound of your breathy whines as you urged him to move elsewhere.

He sank his teeth into the other thigh for good measure, harder this time, as his composure slipped once more before he plunged his tongue into your dripping hole. You clamped around the wet muscle with a wanton moan and your fingers found his hair again. His own appreciative moans were drowned between your folds, sending vibrations of pure pleasure to your sensitive clit. You clamped your thighs around his head and rocked up into his face, you met every thrust as he fucked you on his tongue, his hands held your thighs apart so he could revel in his meal.

When your whimpers and pleas for more became a song in your throat, he slid his tongue out of your hole and up to your clit, and swirled around the bundle of nerves. You yanked a fistful of his hair and levelled a lust-filled gaze at him as you breathed out a single word, "please." He knew what it meant. All pretence of foreplay gone, he sucked your clit into his mouth and shoved two of his thick fingers into your cunt right up to the knuckles. You babbled and whined like a cat in heat, as he curled his digits deliciously, hitting that spot inside you that had your toes curled against his shoulder blades. You were so wet, his fingers squelched in and out of you as he slurped and licked at your pussy, a sinful cacophony of sex.

You were already on the brink, ready to topple over into euphoria when his fingers were ripped from you and his tongue stilled, flat on your clit. You sobbed at the ruined orgasm; your hole fluttered around nothing. Ed gave you one last flick of his tongue, you clenched in response, before he placed a messy kiss to the swollen bud. He rose to stand by the edge of the bed and pushed your legs up and out as he moved to settle between them, the rough pad of his thumb settled instantly on the skin underneath your eye, soothing the frustrated tears. You hiccupped and gasped out a breath, as you tried to get out words to let him know how much you needed him.

He only gave you a shhhhh and pressed his lips to yours sweetly, they were wet with spit and slick and mixed with the salt of your tears. You held onto him for dear life, mouths moulded perfectly to one another, tongues intertwined in a battle for dominance. The taste of your tang was on him. Your heart beat so fast you thought it might pound straight out of your chest as you lost yourself in him, the feel of his chapped lips against yours, his thumbs on your cheeks, fingers curled around your face and nestled behind your ears. The warmth that radiated from him lit you up from the inside out, as the smooth metal of his automail cooled your feverish desire.

You marvelled in the hot and cold, the hard and soft feel of him, and drew his tongue into your mouth, biting on it playfully. He moaned long and low and it went straight between your legs like a bolt of electricity. You arched up into him and swallowed his spit that was on your tongue. Your hands grabbed at his face, neck, shoulders- wherever you could find purchase-desire coursed through your veins and urged him on. He wasted no time in pulling away from you, teeth nipped at your bottom lip to disconnect the two of you, before he whipped off his boxers and lined himself up with your hole.

Your breath was ragged, so hard and fast it sounded like you'd ran a marathon, face hot and sticky. Ed's own face was flushed a deep red across the apples of his cheeks, his chest rose and fell with every stuttered breath. His hands gripped at your waist as he watched himself slide through the wet mess of your folds, rolling over your clit deliciously. You cursed under your breath and bucked into the movement, his tip caught on your hole before the ridge of his cockhead slipped past the first ring of muscle, he was ecstasy against your walls.

He made a beastly noise before he roughly pulled you onto the rest of his length, spearing your insides. The action pulled a string of cries from you as he set a brutal pace. His eyes never left the spot where you were both connected, a union of your passion. His plump bottom lip was caught between his perfect white teeth as he bit hard to control the lewd moans that threatened to spill from his tongue. Beads of sweat sprung from his hairline and rolled down his forehead as he let loose inside you. You writhed beneath him, already rocketing towards a peak you weren't yet prepared for. His cock dragged against the walls of your cunt as he pulled out of you, and hit that sweet spot over and over as he snapped his hips and plunged back in.

He felt so good inside of you that your eyes rolled back as you tried to gasp out words. This wasn't right. You needed him closer. As close as humanly possible.

You laced your fingers with his and tugged on his hand, foot pressed into his back to urge him closer. Ed snapped his eyes up to meet your lidded gaze and his expression softened in an instant. It was always so thrilling like this; you weren’t sure which side of him you were going to get. As if he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to take his time and worship every inch of you or if he wanted to be inside you immediately and devour you whole. He slowed his brutal pace, gave you a few more pumps, and placed both hands around your ankles and pulled you closer to him at the edge of the bed. You squealed and giggled as he scooped you into his chest, arm laced around your back as he crawled across the bed with you tucked to him, still inside you. Once he was situated, he sat on his knees and let you drop fully back into his lap. He groaned as your greedy walls clenched around him tightly, sucked him in. You let out a loud whimper and his cock twitched inside you, ready to spill over.

You leant into him, chest pressed to his, your nipples caught on his skin as you laced your arms around his neck slowly. Your fingers tangled in his sweaty blonde locks and scratched at his scalp. He hissed as you rolled your hips and gyrated slowly. Maddeningly slow. He huffed a breath, the hot air between you charged, laced with a tension and a magnetism that was overwhelming. You pressed your lips to his gently and smiled against his mouth, it never got old, kissing him. The feel of him, the taste of him, it was so familiar yet still so exciting. Your tongue licked at his bottom lip, requesting access.

His lips parted for you, his tongue met yours unhurriedly, for a delicately tender kiss. All the words that he wanted to voice, the emotion he wanted to express being spoken right now, in this moment with the touch of your lips and dance of your tongues. You sighed into his mouth, and rolled your hips slowly once more, as the kiss deepened and became sloppier with each second that passed. Teeth found lips, and moans met flesh, and vibrated into the hollows of who you were. Edward's hands travelled from the small of your back to cup your ass cheeks, he held your plush skin in his palms and guided you up and down his cock, giving you the support, you needed.

You let out a string of unintelligible praises and appreciations as he split you open carefully. You allowed the kiss to break as you rolled your head to rest against his shoulder, you wanted to focus on the feel of him filling you so perfectly, so completely, like he was made for you and you for him. Your rolls and thrusts became more frantic, it was a deep and animalistic feeling that passed between the two of you, despite the languid pace. Fresh kisses met his collarbone, his neck, his shoulder, wherever they could land as you whispered pretty things to him, things that made his heart skip a beat and cheeks flame. The fire that roiled in your gut became almost unbearable and you whimpered as Ed thrust into you particularly deep. His good hand left its position on your ass, allowing his metal appendage to take your weight, and touched your chin. Two fingers guided your head up so you could look at him, and you stared into those bottomless pools of topaz that only held kindness and gratitude and devotion. He leaned closer and whispered against your lips, "Touch yourself for me, I want you to make yourself come".

A shudder rippled the whole way down your body, and the noise that left your throat was purely feral as you obeyed. Your fingers trailed down his broad chest, over his sculpted abs and through the tuft of blonde curls at his base, before gliding over the space where you both met. Your fingers finally stilled on your aching and swollen clit, sparks of pleasure ignited through you at that simple touch, at the slightest pressure on your bundle of nerves. Ed smiled against your skin, his nose skimmed along your jaw before his lips brushed the shell of your ear, "Good girl."

You practically sobbed at the contentment in his purred praises, the love and adoration in his voice. You began to fuck yourself on his cock desperately, fingers dipped into the juices that leaked out around him and swirled over your sensitive bud. He rested his forehead against yours with an uncontrolled whine, damp skin stuck together, fingers laced through his once more as your joined hands fell to your thigh. You moved together beautifully, it was no longer careful or controlled but just as tender, like you were making music with every thrust, every touch, every cry. You screamed out his name in warning, as the dam of emotion and tension broke inside you, waves of ecstasy crashed into your senses and washed over every nerve. Your body was a live wire as you convulsed around Ed's cock, so fiercely that he fell over the edge with you and spilled inside you with a shout. He jerked into you sporadically, as he emptied the last of his balls into your over-sensitive pussy in hot spurts. You moaned with him, limp against his front, as your breaths mingled together with each heaving pant.

You were barely able to remain upright, thankful for Ed's secure grip on you and his sturdy frame that you clung to. You allowed yourselves to stay connected for a moment in time, as you came down from the clouds, heads full of fuzz and cotton. Then Ed lifted you up and off his cock with a lewd squelch. You squeaked in shock, "Edward!" His softening dick slapped against his stomach, and he winced before he threw you down on the pillows. You bounced comically with the action, and he grinned wickedly at you.

"You're a menace." You pouted. He laughed in that perfect way of his, the one that always had you laughing alongside him, and rolled you over so he could lay down and snuggle into your back.

"But I'm your menace." His retort was muffled, his face lost in the crevice of your neck.

"Yup. All mine." You tangled your legs with his and tightened his arm around your waist with your own. "Lucky me."

"That better be sincere,” he warned against your neck, and his voice tickled the vulnerable skin there. You giggled and raised a shoulder to trap him there, as if to silence him.

"Of course, it is dummy, besides would I ever use sarcasm on you?" Your words were mocking, but your tone was warm, affectionate.

"We both know you would...and do!" He added, as if he had almost forgotten the fact, you built your relationship on exchanged insults and merciless teasing.

"As if you’re any better,” you scoffed,” I've gotta go clean up!" You attempted to sit up, but Ed wouldn't budge. You sighed and squirmed uselessly.

"You're not going anywhere. Besides, I wanna keep my cum stuffed in that pretty pussy of yours." He smiled into your shoulder, it felt obscenely wide, you could almost see it split across that annoyingly handsome face of his.

"You're nasty." You rolled your eyes as you settled back against him and lifted your arm to grab at his face. He shifted you onto your back, so he was leant over you, his hair fell around his face in a golden curtain.

"Nah, I just wanna put a baby in you," came the husky response.

Heat rushed to every part of your body, and you gaped at him, you hadn’t expected the sincere tone of his voice and that glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes. He opened his smart mouth, but before he could finish his "Always leaving you speec-" you had your lips pressed to his own. Emotion bubbled in your chest and threatened to spill over, so you put it all into the kiss, his cheeks between your palms as you caressed underneath his eyes- his favourite act of affection for you.

You parted for a gasp of air, and he murmured against you, "I love you so much.” Your heart beat for him and the pure reverence weaved into each word. You moulded your body to his and hooked a leg over his waist to pull him closer, "I love you too. Now make me your baby mumma, daddy.”

He groaned in arousal and mock defeat, "Well, how can I say no that?"

You snorted and laced your arms around his neck as he rolled over onto you, "You can't, now make love to me, like you mean it."

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Thank you for reading! 💙

[titan-fodder]

Cummunity’s Tender Taboos Collab

Step out of your comfort zone or into your happy place by joining Cummunity in our Tender Taboos Collab. This is a project that explores each end of the sensual spectrum as we aim to push our content creators and consumers to their limits.

On one end we have tooth-rotting fluff, the type that makes you soft and giddy, sweetness straight from our creators’ minds as they indulge in tender love and comfort.

On the other end we have anything and everything taboo. We want to give our creators a reason to get absolutely filthy, to write or draw the dirtiest darkest fantasies they’ve ever had.

Explore your own limits with our masterlist below, and let us know which end of the spectrum you find yourself leaning toward.

NOW LIVE! Though we don’t have all of our pieces just yet, know that the masterlist will be updated and reblogged as more of our creators finish up. Until then, enjoy the pieces down below and show some love!

Warning: Tender Taboos features extremely dark content. Each piece will be tagged appropriately, so make sure you read the warnings before diving in lest you stumble upon something that makes you uncomfortable.

ATTACK ON TITAN

@sinnerofthewalls - Erwin Smith x Reader [coming soon!]

HAIKYUU

@pomsuki - Rintarou Suna x Reader [coming soon!]

MY HERO ACADEMIA

@dabilove27 - Dabi x Reader

@andifiwasblessed - Denki Kaminari x Reader [coming soon!]

TOKYO REVENGERS

@fionarara - Ken Ryuguuji x Reader [coming soon!]

@thesimpsclub - Rindou Haitani x Reader

MISCELLANEOUS

@lady-lunaaa - Edward Elric (FMA) x Reader

ATTACK ON TITAN

@terushimooo - Erwin Smith & Levi Ackerman x Reader [coming soon!]

@erwinsn1simp - Erwin Smith & Miche Zacharias x Reader [coming soon!]

@nighttimescribbles - Multiple x Reader (gangbang)

HAIKYUU

@pomsuki - Rintarou Suna x Reader [coming soon!]

JUJUTSU KAISEN

@starryenigma - Mahito x Reader

@cyancherub - Megumi & Toji Fushiguro x Reader [coming soon!]

@martellprincess-writes​ - Satoru Gojo x Reader

@lord-explosion-baku - Yuji Itadori x Reader [coming soon!]

MY HERO ACADEMIA

@kingkatsuki - Eijirou Kirishima & Yo Shindou x Reader [coming soon!]

@spacelabrathor - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader [coming soon!]

TOKYO REVENGERS

@pockcock - Kazutora Hanemiya x Reader [coming soon!]

@sweetnsinfull - Shuji Hanma x Reader

@titan-fodder - Tetta Kisaki x Reader

MISCELLANEOUS

@pockcock - Shin-ah (Akatsuki No Yona) x Reader [coming soon!]

@andifiwasblessed - Frank Castle (Marvel) x Reader [coming soon!]

ATTACK ON TITAN

@ghost-party - Kenny Ackerman x Reader

@starstruckkittensweets - Kenny, Levi, & Mikasa Ackerman x Reader 

HAIKYUU

@prettyiwa - Issei Matsukawa & Takahiro Hanamaki x Reader [coming soon!]

@rivendell101 - Tetsurou Kuroo x Reader

 JUJUTSU KAISEN

@karikarasuno - Choso x Reader

@mindninjax - Toji Fushiguro x Reader [coming soon!]

 MY HERO ACADEMIA

@whats-her-quirk - Hitoshi Shinsou & Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

@spacelabrathor - Izuku Midoriya x Reader

@itsleese - Shouto Todoroki x Reader [coming soon!]

TOKYO REVENGERS

@theygottheircages - Ken Ryuguji x Reader [coming soon!]

@aces-high - Rindou Haitani x Reader

MISCELLANEOUS

@thegetoufather - Itachi Uchiha (Naruto) x Reader

@chiwhorei - Jiraiya (Naruto) x Reader 

[dabilove27]

Paring: Dabi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, panic attacks, not necessarily how a grounding technique should be used, female receiving oral, soft smut, Dabi using a lot of pet names

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is part of Cummunity’s Tender Taboos Collab. Take time to check out the full masterlist! But please read all warnings on these pieces due to dc! I went on the tender side for this one! Thank you as always to my wife @lady-lunaaa for encouragement, beta-ing, brainstorming, and cheering me on! Thank as well to @gixxie for giving it a read through and your positive comments!

Jolting out of your sleep, your heart feels like it is bursting from your chest, images of the nightmare you just encountered flashing at the forefront of your mind. Your breath comes in quick rapid succession as you try to get yourself to calm down. A thin layer of sweat covers your palms. The thump of your heartbeat feels like it can be heard in your ears. I can't calm down is the only thought that flashes through your head before you find yourself reaching out to grab your boyfriend's warm hand.

Interlacing your fingers with his, you squeeze his hand tightly, feeling the mismatched textures of his palm along with the cool metal of his staples. It's one thing that seems to ground you the most when your past arrives to haunt your dreams. The softness of the unburned part of his hands, patches of skin burnt so profoundly over the years, and the firm but delicate staples that hold him together. Every aspect of him helps you settle back into this moment. Dabi would never know how much he does for you, even if it's just his presence near you.

Finally, Dabi begins to stir as your fingers grip him even tighter. You're sure your fingerprints are leaving marks behind from how hard you cling to him. Dabi sits up quickly, jerking himself from a deep slumber. The worn black comforter falls from his torso as he moves into an upright position. It takes him a moment to realize what's happening in his sleepy state. But as soon as he feels your delicate fingers clinging to his hand and hears your rapid breathing, he moves quickly as if his mind has cleared after a fog.

Dabi shifts his body and gingerly pulls you into his lap, careful not to break your grip with his. He holds you close to him, with the side of your head placed against his bare chest, hoping the contact will help calm you even more. His free hand moves to cup your hand that's gripping his tightly. "Babe, hold this one instead, okay," he whispers in a raspy voice, still hoarse from sleep; he trades out the intertwined hands; he then places his hand behind your back for more support. Once he can successfully switch them, he begins to rub gently up and down your back, taking care not to catch his staples on your thin nightshirt.

"Alright, alright, shhh, you're okay," he coos as gently as his voice can manage as he continues the gentle movements up and down your back. He can feel you tremble beneath his hand, and his heart wrenches inside of his chest. He wishes he could demolish the memories that bring your nightmares. Save you from this unexpected torment.

You take in a shaky breath, but your heart can't seem to stop racing. "I-"you begin with a trembling voice but can't finish it because of how disoriented you are. Thoughts glued to the images in your nightmare, you feel like you're drowning and can't reach the surface for air.

Dabi had seen you get this deep into your own mind before and went almost into a complete panic himself the first time it happened. It physically pained him to see you in such a state, and he never wanted to be in a place where he couldn't help you like the first time. After that time, he scoured the internet for ways to calm panic attacks and came across some grounding skills. After a few missteps and things that didn't work, he finally found something that helped bring you back from the images your mind plagued you with.

"It's alright, love, you don't have to explain; just tell me the first five things you see." He's so gentle when he says it, pausing for your mind to click away from the panic and into another mindset. Dabi watches your eyes as they begin to shrink from your wide-eyed stare to a more calm expression once he asks the question. He feels relief blossom in his chest, knowing that this means you're thinking about his question instead of placing all your focus in the nightmare.

You begin to look around the room, eyes darting back and forth before starting to speak. Even in the darkness, you can make out a few things in your room, thanks to the light from the street lamp shining through the busted blinds. "I see-" you hesitate with a shaky breath. "Our comforter, the door, the nightstand," your eyes glaze over the large glass bottle with clear liquid perched on Dabi's beat-up nightstand. Scrunching up your nose, you remember the times the sharp smell of alcohol filled the room as Dabi cleaned his wounds. "-your vodka-" you pause, looking for something else. Your eyes fall onto your conjoined hands, "and your hand," you finish.

"Great job, babe, now four things you can touch," he prompts so effortlessly, knowing that keeping himself calm will help you stay relaxed as well.

You begin to list the things you can touch and start to move one of your hands out from under Dabi's so that you can feel the items. Starting with his hand, you glide your fingers over its mismatched textures that you've come to cherish. Then his bare chest, marred with both scarred marks and unblemished skin, warmth radiates underneath your touch; Dabi lets out a deep chuckle when your hand touches his chest. Next, you move to feel his hair, dry and frayed from years of cheap box store dye and years of no maintenance. You finally move to his face, your hands run over the same rough textures that his hands and chest have. Even with all the burns, you can feel the chiseled bone below his cheek, muscular and defined as you trace your fingers across it.

"Okay, honey, while I would love to sit around and have you touch me all day, I want to make sure you are good," he lets out a low chuckle accompanied by a mischievous look. "Maybe after you can show me more of what you like about my body."

You throw a playful glare at Dabi as a smile begins to curl from your lips from his teasing.

Dabi ignores your glare, but he feels a sense of pride in the smile growing on your face. He feels good knowing that he can help you, that he isn't just some menace to society like the rest of the world thinks. You are his safe place, his sanctuary, and he'd destroy the world for you to be happy. "Okay, three things you hear now," He encourages you to move on to the next step.

You begin by naming two things of no significance, the air conditioning pulsing throughout the room and the sounds of someone hollering outside. Struggling to listen for a third thing, you pick up on Dabi's deep that acts like a warm blanket, enveloping your anxiety. "I hear you," it escapes in a small voice as your body begins to soften more. You start to feel your shoulders release from their tense position.

A smile emerges across Dabi's patchwork face. A genuine one this time, not the signature smirk he loves to wear or the deep-set scowl he often uses to mask his inner feelings. "You're so fucking cute, you know that? This was just a reason for you to talk about me, right?" He jokes with a lift of his eyebrows and places a soft peck on your temple.

A slight flutter goes through your belly at the action. You shoo Dabi away with a wave of your hand. Ready to move to the next step of your grounding.

He notices the hand you had once desperately used to grip his is now free.

"I smell-"you hesitate and take a breath as cool air flows in through your nostrils. The first smell that hits your nose is the vodka Dabi used earlier to wash his wounds where staples were pulling away at his burnt skin. It tended to linger in the air after he finished the task. "The vodka that you forgot to put the cap on, again." You let out with a huff while Dabi gives you another deep chuckle that vibrates through you.

"And what else, doll?" He says with amusement in his tone as his thumbs begin to massage little circles in your back.

You find yourself sinking into the feeling of his rough thumbs pressing into your soft skin just barely covered by your nightshirt. "And-"you take in another deep breath before resuming trying to pick up on any other scents in the room. After a moment, a new scent reaches your nose. A smell that you've come to love over time. An aroma that lingers on your sheets and lays heavily on Dabi's pillows. You can't count the times you've held his pillow close, comforted by the lingering smell of him.

Dabi has a masculine scent that can sometimes compel your anxiety to stop in its tracks when it reaches your nose. It's hard to place exactly what it reminds you of. Still, you can pick up on undertones of spice with ocean sea salt mixed in. He tends to cover up his natural smell with alcohol and cigarettes if he can get away with it.

But tonight, even with the open bottle of alcohol sitting right next to you, you smell more of him as you sit snuggled up in his lap. It clings to both of you. You have to stop yourself from pressing your nose into the crook of his neck to get more of the intoxicating scent.

"You-I smell you." You continue a bit mortified to say, knowing Dabi will offer another teasing comment.

But to your surprise, he only lets out a short hum before praising you, "Excellent job, babe, one more to go."

Your heart beams at his praise, and you sink into him even further. The tension is leaving your body; the nightmare is almost forgotten.

"Taste…" you mutter quietly to yourself, trying to pick up the last thing you tasted on your tongue. But your mouth is dry from sleep. Your mind draws a blank; you can't even taste the toothpaste you used before bed anymore. "I can't think of a taste right now. But I feel a lot better anyways." You say absentmindedly as you fiddle with the hand Dabi still placed on your lap.

"No taste, huh?" Dabi's deep voice vibrates against the ear that's pressed to his chest. "Sounds like something I could help you with."

You move off of his lap a bit to look up at his smoldering blue eyes, and that ever-present smirk has returned. He's holding you so gingerly like you might break at any moment and gazes at you as if you are the only thing that exists in this world. Without words or prompting, your faces begin to move closer until your lips meet.

Kissing Dabi has always been a unique experience, to say the least. The softness of his top lip directly counters the harsh burnt skin of his bottom.

Kissing him still leaves you flustered and breathless, and this one was no different.

The kiss starts out slowly but quickly moves into a feverish back and forth. You can feel the heat of your body rising as the kiss deepens. As you part your mouth to let Dabi in, you can taste the lingering vodka on his tongue as it mingles with yours. The two of you drink each other in as if you were parched.

Dabi's burning lips move away from your own and begin to leave a trail of fiery kisses down your jaw. He continues to lavish you with tiny nips and suckles down your throat.

You can feel the heat growing between your thighs as you emit a moan when Dabi gives a particular hard suck.

Without any hesitance, you both shuffle to pull off your nightwear. Dabi grabs his raven-colored boxer briefs, quickly pulls the material down and kicks them off effortlessly.

You remove your night shorts and panties just as rapidly and then promptly rid yourself of your shirt. The chilly air hits your exposed skin, and you feel your nipples start to harden.

Dabi gently pushes you down onto the mattress, you fall with a small squeak. He's hovering over you, trapping you in, while also making you feel like the outside world can't touch you. His mouth returns to you, venturing all over your body. His searing mouth locates your nipples, and he spends time giving them both attention with gentle nips and sucks. He moves on, trailing soft kisses down to your waiting clit.

You can hardly hold yourself together with all the stimulation. The once cold room is now becoming overwhelmingly warm.

Dabi's lips finally discover your dripping cunt, and he doesn't waver before parting your wet folds and latching onto your clit. You can feel the rough texture of his stitches against your sensitive folds and tremble as he continues his work.

His sucking and licking begin gentle but slowly pick up the pace as you squirm beneath him. He puts a hand on your hips and pushes them down into the mattress to keep them from bucking into his face.

Dabi takes his time stretching you out for him, starting slowly by inserting one large finger and then another. With the second finger, you let out a loud moan and grasp the weathered sheets in your fists. The sensation is becoming more overwhelming with each movement he makes. You bring your eyes to meet Dabi's, and that smolder you saw before has shifted into a full blaze.

Laying your head back down on the soft pillow, you get lost in the pleasure of it all. The nightmare is long forgotten at this point, and all you can think about is reaching your end; you're caught in the moment. Your moans become louder with every hard suck he gives. Crying out as your orgasm rushes through your core and the tight band that was building up in you finally snaps. Dabi removes his fingers but still presses soft kisses and gentle licks to your clit as you ride out your orgasm.

"You ready, babe?" He asks with a huff as he moves back to hovering over you, trapping you beneath him. He may act like a complete asshole to the world, but he's always treated you like a queen. You've gotten to see this secretly soft part of him that he refuses to share with the world. You soak all of him in from the brutal, angry exterior he shows the world to the caring and gentle person he is with you.

You give him a nod and place a small peck on the wrist closest to your face. Dabi smiles down at you and returns your kiss with one to your hairline before removing one of his hands to pump his member and smear the pearlescent precum up and down his shaft. He places his arm back down to stabilize himself and situates the head of his dick at your dripping entrance.

Dabi lets out a grunt, and he starts to push his complete length in you. A whine escapes you as you feel him fill every part of you up; your breath catches as he slowly starts to move. He feels so hot inside of you, burning you up from the inside out like a fire that can't be contained. Your hand finds his back, and you grip your nails into his unburnt skin to encourage him to go all the way.

"Fuck-you're so fucking tight, babe," he lets out with a baritone growl. The tip of his head is pushed so deep inside of you it should feel uncomfortable; all you feel is comfortably full.

Dabi is lost in the pleasure of this moment, your warm, satiny walls flutter around his member, and he knows he won't be able to hold on for much longer. He feels your nails dig into his skin even more profoundly, leaving red half-moons in their wake. Letting out a low growl in his throat as he begins to pick up his pace. His cock is hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.

You can't contain the never-ending moans spilling from your lips. A hymn to Dabi's ears. Your lips eventually find him again and press together in a searing kiss.

Dabi can feel your walls tightening around him as he continues to thrust. When you fall over the edge, your walls hold onto him with a vice-like grip, desperate to milk him dry. A moment later, Dabi plunges over his own breaking point and pours his hot cum into you.

Both of you are spent taking panting breaths as the cool air of the room touches the warmth of your bodies, glistening with beads of sweat. Dabi looks at you with those eyes that seem to glow in the dark and gently pulls out of you with a soft hiss.

He maneuvers himself off of you, landing next to you as the bed creaks under his weight. Dabi lays his open hand in the space between your palm facing up, and you place yours into his. "I love you so much, you know that?" He whispers while wrapping his long fingers around your smaller knuckles, engulfing them.

All Dabi can think about in the quiet of the room now is how much you mean to him. How you've redefined love for him. You are his world, his treasure, his lover, his absolute everything.

[lady-lunaaa]

This was beautiful Aman, you wrote Itachi wonderfully, he's bestest gentle boi and I'm so soft rn. Also your Dei had me snorting out loud, he's so crude and I love him. This was perfect late night reading before bed 💙

TOXIC VALENTINE • ITACHI UCHIHA

step brother!itachi uchiha x f!reader

w/c: 3.8k

warnings: smut/18+, minors and ageless blogs dni, dark content (step-cest),  Itachi is a law student and you are in undergrad student, virgin!reader, mentions of squirting, Itachi is a gentle and good man

a/n: and here it is, the idea that converted me to stepcest. this is my contribution to the cummunity’s tender taboos collab, and this fic turned out to be a lovely medium of both with the journey i took on it. Be sure to check out the rest of the fics!! i cannot thank @dilfphobes, @erwinsvow, @karikarasuno & @whats-her-quirk for screaming with me through this. there might be more i revist in this au at some point but none will involve sasuke, just throwing that out there.

“Do it. Don’t do it. Do it. Don’t do it.”

The pieces of red rose fall on to your white bedding as you pluck away at the flower for your answer, the mantra you’ve been chanting in your head starting to make you dizzy as you work your way to the last petal. The tiny voice in your brain starts to think about how the tradition even began – the one where you pull apart the symbol of a declaration of love for a true answer. It’s stupid, the answer is in the object itself. 

The monologue questioning the belief dies down when you reach the last petal, fingers hesitating as you pull it off the stem. 

“Do it.”

You let out a shaky sigh, smoothing over your sweater dress as you contemplate what exactly you would say to him. You realize you can’t ask this of him, and that this stupid flower game is wrong. You look up at your vanity, ready to try again, only to see that the vase that had been given to you is filled with stems.

Your indecisiveness worked you down to the last flower. 

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[titan-fodder]

Hi! I saw your post on the tender taboos and I was wondering if you could further explain what it is? I tried searching it up on my own but I was still a little confused.

Hello!! So the Tender Taboos collab is a closed server collab for the Cummunity discord server.

The premise is basically our creators writing either the softest, fluffiest fic they can come up with or the dirtiest and possibly problematic fic they can (we’re encouraging everyone to remember to tag their pieces appropriately). A lot are doing both in the same fic which is awesome.

So it’s basically exploring the two extremes. But it will be full of dark content, so beware!

[lady-lunaaa]

God. Okay. I've been trying to find the words for this reblog. But genuinely, you've left me speechless. But I'll try to get out my feelings about this masterpiece.

You've written Kisaki perfectly, his inner monologue is compelling to read, the constant flicking between feelings of affection and wanting to kill her- this was so thrilling and so arousing.

The gunplay, and even the vomit, Mel. FUCK. Everything was perfect and sexy and so, so dangerous.

You really delved into what makes this man tick and the characterisation as always is phenomenal. Not to mention the flow and pace, and how it's just beautifully written.

This was a true pleasure to read, start to finish, and I am obsessed.

Rating: E (explicit)

Count: 5.3k

Warnings: female-bodied reader, mentioned killings, general gang-related things, explicit sexual content, oral (M receiving), vomit, degradation, Kisaki is pretty mean, but reader is also kinda unhinged, intercourse, squirting, heavy heavy gunplay, filmed sex, conflicting feelings of love and murder, one (1) gun wound

A/N: This is part of Cummunity’s Tender Taboos Collab. Definitely check out the full masterlist, but make sure you read all the warnings! This is probably the darkest thing I’ve personally ever written. I listened to Initiation by The Weeknd on repeat and I think it shows.

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[titan-fodder]

Today is the day! We will obviously have more pieces and changes to the masterlist as our creators finish up, so expect more reblogs of this, and in the meantime, get your hands dirty with these lovely and lecherous fics 💕

Cummunity’s Tender Taboos Collab

Step out of your comfort zone or into your happy place by joining Cummunity in our Tender Taboos Collab. This is a project that explores each end of the sensual spectrum as we aim to push our content creators and consumers to their limits.

On one end we have tooth-rotting fluff, the type that makes you soft and giddy, sweetness straight from our creators’ minds as they indulge in tender love and comfort.

On the other end we have anything and everything taboo. We want to give our creators a reason to get absolutely filthy, to write or draw the dirtiest darkest fantasies they’ve ever had.

Explore your own limits with our masterlist below, and let us know which end of the spectrum you find yourself leaning toward.

*This collab will be officially ��live’ on February 12th, but be sure to check back before then as some of our creators will be submitting early entries!

Warning: Tender Taboos features extremely dark content. Each piece will be tagged appropriately, so make sure you read the warnings before diving in lest you stumble upon something that makes you uncomfortable.

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[lady-lunaaa]

It's hereeeee!

Gosh, this is so beautiful Rach. I have never felt so comforted in my life. You know soft Dabi is my world, the only way I like to see him, and this is just everything.

I love the way you describe him, this line in particular stuck out to me:

and the firm but delicate staples that hold him together.

Just stunning. Plus the teasing and the grounding technique, my heart. Getting a smile on my face is a sure fire way to improve my mood, so this just spoke to my soul.

I also really liked the way you described the room, giving us little indicators to how simple and rundown it is. The tiny details really made an impact, especially when you mentioned him being careful not to catch his staples on our nightshirt! Just brilliant.

And the smut was so soft, he took such good care of us, I'm a mess. Okay wait, one more quote:

how you've redefined love for him

God what a line. The emotional depth in this is killing me. Like I want to cry. And I love you chose the title from this, just perfect for it 💙

Paring: Dabi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, panic attacks, not necessarily how a grounding technique should be used, female receiving oral, soft smut, Dabi using a lot of pet names

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is part of Cummunity’s Tender Taboos Collab. Take time to check out the full masterlist! But please read all warnings on these pieces due to dc! I went on the tender side for this one! Thank you as always to my wife @lady-lunaaa for encouragement, beta-ing, brainstorming, and cheering me on! Thank as well to @gixxie for giving it a read through and your positive comments!

Jolting out of your sleep, your heart feels like it is bursting from your chest, images of the nightmare you just encountered flashing at the forefront of your mind. Your breath comes in quick rapid succession as you try to get yourself to calm down. A thin layer of sweat covers your palms. The thump of your heartbeat feels like it can be heard in your ears. I can't calm down is the only thought that flashes through your head before you find yourself reaching out to grab your boyfriend's warm hand.

Interlacing your fingers with his, you squeeze his hand tightly, feeling the mismatched textures of his palm along with the cool metal of his staples. It's one thing that seems to ground you the most when your past arrives to haunt your dreams. The softness of the unburned part of his hands, patches of skin burnt so profoundly over the years, and the firm but delicate staples that hold him together. Every aspect of him helps you settle back into this moment. Dabi would never know how much he does for you, even if it's just his presence near you.

Finally, Dabi begins to stir as your fingers grip him even tighter. You're sure your fingerprints are leaving marks behind from how hard you cling to him. Dabi sits up quickly, jerking himself from a deep slumber. The worn black comforter falls from his torso as he moves into an upright position. It takes him a moment to realize what's happening in his sleepy state. But as soon as he feels your delicate fingers clinging to his hand and hears your rapid breathing, he moves quickly as if his mind has cleared after a fog.

Dabi shifts his body and gingerly pulls you into his lap, careful not to break your grip with his. He holds you close to him, with the side of your head placed against his bare chest, hoping the contact will help calm you even more. His free hand moves to cup your hand that's gripping his tightly. "Babe, hold this one instead, okay," he whispers in a raspy voice, still hoarse from sleep; he trades out the intertwined hands; he then places his hand behind your back for more support. Once he can successfully switch them, he begins to rub gently up and down your back, taking care not to catch his staples on your thin nightshirt.

"Alright, alright, shhh, you're okay," he coos as gently as his voice can manage as he continues the gentle movements up and down your back. He can feel you tremble beneath his hand, and his heart wrenches inside of his chest. He wishes he could demolish the memories that bring your nightmares. Save you from this unexpected torment.

You take in a shaky breath, but your heart can't seem to stop racing. "I-"you begin with a trembling voice but can't finish it because of how disoriented you are. Thoughts glued to the images in your nightmare, you feel like you're drowning and can't reach the surface for air.

Dabi had seen you get this deep into your own mind before and went almost into a complete panic himself the first time it happened. It physically pained him to see you in such a state, and he never wanted to be in a place where he couldn't help you like the first time. After that time, he scoured the internet for ways to calm panic attacks and came across some grounding skills. After a few missteps and things that didn't work, he finally found something that helped bring you back from the images your mind plagued you with.

"It's alright, love, you don't have to explain; just tell me the first five things you see." He's so gentle when he says it, pausing for your mind to click away from the panic and into another mindset. Dabi watches your eyes as they begin to shrink from your wide-eyed stare to a more calm expression once he asks the question. He feels relief blossom in his chest, knowing that this means you're thinking about his question instead of placing all your focus in the nightmare.

You begin to look around the room, eyes darting back and forth before starting to speak. Even in the darkness, you can make out a few things in your room, thanks to the light from the street lamp shining through the busted blinds. "I see-" you hesitate with a shaky breath. "Our comforter, the door, the nightstand," your eyes glaze over the large glass bottle with clear liquid perched on Dabi's beat-up nightstand. Scrunching up your nose, you remember the times the sharp smell of alcohol filled the room as Dabi cleaned his wounds. "-your vodka-" you pause, looking for something else. Your eyes fall onto your conjoined hands, "and your hand," you finish.

"Great job, babe, now four things you can touch," he prompts so effortlessly, knowing that keeping himself calm will help you stay relaxed as well.

You begin to list the things you can touch and start to move one of your hands out from under Dabi's so that you can feel the items. Starting with his hand, you glide your fingers over its mismatched textures that you've come to cherish. Then his bare chest, marred with both scarred marks and unblemished skin, warmth radiates underneath your touch; Dabi lets out a deep chuckle when your hand touches his chest. Next, you move to feel his hair, dry and frayed from years of cheap box store dye and years of no maintenance. You finally move to his face, your hands run over the same rough textures that his hands and chest have. Even with all the burns, you can feel the chiseled bone below his cheek, muscular and defined as you trace your fingers across it.

"Okay, honey, while I would love to sit around and have you touch me all day, I want to make sure you are good," he lets out a low chuckle accompanied by a mischievous look. "Maybe after you can show me more of what you like about my body."

You throw a playful glare at Dabi as a smile begins to curl from your lips from his teasing.

Dabi ignores your glare, but he feels a sense of pride in the smile growing on your face. He feels good knowing that he can help you, that he isn't just some menace to society like the rest of the world thinks. You are his safe place, his sanctuary, and he'd destroy the world for you to be happy. "Okay, three things you hear now," He encourages you to move on to the next step.

You begin by naming two things of no significance, the air conditioning pulsing throughout the room and the sounds of someone hollering outside. Struggling to listen for a third thing, you pick up on Dabi's deep that acts like a warm blanket, enveloping your anxiety. "I hear you," it escapes in a small voice as your body begins to soften more. You start to feel your shoulders release from their tense position.

A smile emerges across Dabi's patchwork face. A genuine one this time, not the signature smirk he loves to wear or the deep-set scowl he often uses to mask his inner feelings. "You're so fucking cute, you know that? This was just a reason for you to talk about me, right?" He jokes with a lift of his eyebrows and places a soft peck on your temple.

A slight flutter goes through your belly at the action. You shoo Dabi away with a wave of your hand. Ready to move to the next step of your grounding.

He notices the hand you had once desperately used to grip his is now free.

"I smell-"you hesitate and take a breath as cool air flows in through your nostrils. The first smell that hits your nose is the vodka Dabi used earlier to wash his wounds where staples were pulling away at his burnt skin. It tended to linger in the air after he finished the task. "The vodka that you forgot to put the cap on, again." You let out with a huff while Dabi gives you another deep chuckle that vibrates through you.

"And what else, doll?" He says with amusement in his tone as his thumbs begin to massage little circles in your back.

You find yourself sinking into the feeling of his rough thumbs pressing into your soft skin just barely covered by your nightshirt. "And-"you take in another deep breath before resuming trying to pick up on any other scents in the room. After a moment, a new scent reaches your nose. A smell that you've come to love over time. An aroma that lingers on your sheets and lays heavily on Dabi's pillows. You can't count the times you've held his pillow close, comforted by the lingering smell of him.

Dabi has a masculine scent that can sometimes compel your anxiety to stop in its tracks when it reaches your nose. It's hard to place exactly what it reminds you of. Still, you can pick up on undertones of spice with ocean sea salt mixed in. He tends to cover up his natural smell with alcohol and cigarettes if he can get away with it.

But tonight, even with the open bottle of alcohol sitting right next to you, you smell more of him as you sit snuggled up in his lap. It clings to both of you. You have to stop yourself from pressing your nose into the crook of his neck to get more of the intoxicating scent.

"You-I smell you." You continue a bit mortified to say, knowing Dabi will offer another teasing comment.

But to your surprise, he only lets out a short hum before praising you, "Excellent job, babe, one more to go."

Your heart beams at his praise, and you sink into him even further. The tension is leaving your body; the nightmare is almost forgotten.

"Taste…" you mutter quietly to yourself, trying to pick up the last thing you tasted on your tongue. But your mouth is dry from sleep. Your mind draws a blank; you can't even taste the toothpaste you used before bed anymore. "I can't think of a taste right now. But I feel a lot better anyways." You say absentmindedly as you fiddle with the hand Dabi still placed on your lap.

"No taste, huh?" Dabi's deep voice vibrates against the ear that's pressed to his chest. "Sounds like something I could help you with."

You move off of his lap a bit to look up at his smoldering blue eyes, and that ever-present smirk has returned. He's holding you so gingerly like you might break at any moment and gazes at you as if you are the only thing that exists in this world. Without words or prompting, your faces begin to move closer until your lips meet.

Kissing Dabi has always been a unique experience, to say the least. The softness of his top lip directly counters the harsh burnt skin of his bottom.

Kissing him still leaves you flustered and breathless, and this one was no different.

The kiss starts out slowly but quickly moves into a feverish back and forth. You can feel the heat of your body rising as the kiss deepens. As you part your mouth to let Dabi in, you can taste the lingering vodka on his tongue as it mingles with yours. The two of you drink each other in as if you were parched.

Dabi's burning lips move away from your own and begin to leave a trail of fiery kisses down your jaw. He continues to lavish you with tiny nips and suckles down your throat.

You can feel the heat growing between your thighs as you emit a moan when Dabi gives a particular hard suck.

Without any hesitance, you both shuffle to pull off your nightwear. Dabi grabs his raven-colored boxer briefs, quickly pulls the material down and kicks them off effortlessly.

You remove your night shorts and panties just as rapidly and then promptly rid yourself of your shirt. The chilly air hits your exposed skin, and you feel your nipples start to harden.

Dabi gently pushes you down onto the mattress, you fall with a small squeak. He's hovering over you, trapping you in, while also making you feel like the outside world can't touch you. His mouth returns to you, venturing all over your body. His searing mouth locates your nipples, and he spends time giving them both attention with gentle nips and sucks. He moves on, trailing soft kisses down to your waiting clit.

You can hardly hold yourself together with all the stimulation. The once cold room is now becoming overwhelmingly warm.

Dabi's lips finally discover your dripping cunt, and he doesn't waver before parting your wet folds and latching onto your clit. You can feel the rough texture of his stitches against your sensitive folds and tremble as he continues his work.

His sucking and licking begin gentle but slowly pick up the pace as you squirm beneath him. He puts a hand on your hips and pushes them down into the mattress to keep them from bucking into his face.

Dabi takes his time stretching you out for him, starting slowly by inserting one large finger and then another. With the second finger, you let out a loud moan and grasp the weathered sheets in your fists. The sensation is becoming more overwhelming with each movement he makes. You bring your eyes to meet Dabi's, and that smolder you saw before has shifted into a full blaze.

Laying your head back down on the soft pillow, you get lost in the pleasure of it all. The nightmare is long forgotten at this point, and all you can think about is reaching your end; you're caught in the moment. Your moans become louder with every hard suck he gives. Crying out as your orgasm rushes through your core and the tight band that was building up in you finally snaps. Dabi removes his fingers but still presses soft kisses and gentle licks to your clit as you ride out your orgasm.

"You ready, babe?" He asks with a huff as he moves back to hovering over you, trapping you beneath him. He may act like a complete asshole to the world, but he's always treated you like a queen. You've gotten to see this secretly soft part of him that he refuses to share with the world. You soak all of him in from the brutal, angry exterior he shows the world to the caring and gentle person he is with you.

You give him a nod and place a small peck on the wrist closest to your face. Dabi smiles down at you and returns your kiss with one to your hairline before removing one of his hands to pump his member and smear the pearlescent precum up and down his shaft. He places his arm back down to stabilize himself and situates the head of his dick at your dripping entrance.

Dabi lets out a grunt, and he starts to push his complete length in you. A whine escapes you as you feel him fill every part of you up; your breath catches as he slowly starts to move. He feels so hot inside of you, burning you up from the inside out like a fire that can't be contained. Your hand finds his back, and you grip your nails into his unburnt skin to encourage him to go all the way.

"Fuck-you're so fucking tight, babe," he lets out with a baritone growl. The tip of his head is pushed so deep inside of you it should feel uncomfortable; all you feel is comfortably full.

Dabi is lost in the pleasure of this moment, your warm, satiny walls flutter around his member, and he knows he won't be able to hold on for much longer. He feels your nails dig into his skin even more profoundly, leaving red half-moons in their wake. Letting out a low growl in his throat as he begins to pick up his pace. His cock is hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.

You can't contain the never-ending moans spilling from your lips. A hymn to Dabi's ears. Your lips eventually find him again and press together in a searing kiss.

Dabi can feel your walls tightening around him as he continues to thrust. When you fall over the edge, your walls hold onto him with a vice-like grip, desperate to milk him dry. A moment later, Dabi plunges over his own breaking point and pours his hot cum into you.

Both of you are spent taking panting breaths as the cool air of the room touches the warmth of your bodies, glistening with beads of sweat. Dabi looks at you with those eyes that seem to glow in the dark and gently pulls out of you with a soft hiss.

He maneuvers himself off of you, landing next to you as the bed creaks under his weight. Dabi lays his open hand in the space between your palm facing up, and you place yours into his. "I love you so much, you know that?" He whispers while wrapping his long fingers around your smaller knuckles, engulfing them.

All Dabi can think about in the quiet of the room now is how much you mean to him. How you've redefined love for him. You are his world, his treasure, his lover, his absolute everything.