#thighs are a weakness of mine like dude.

[spaciebabie]

[lysenfeu]

Rinse & Repeat

Rating: Explicit 18+ Pairing: Frank Castle x F!Reader Word Count: 1.8k Prompt: Bath/shower

Summary: Frank comes home bloody and filthy from a rough night out and you can't help but clean him up. Content: Mentions of blood, Domestic fluff, Super soft Frank, Smut (F/M), Shower sex, Bareback (no condom), Creampie

A/N: Okay so I'm very new to the Punisher fandom but beefy dudes covered in blood with puppy dog eyes are my ultimate weakness sooo here we are.

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Frank always tried to be quiet when he was coming home from a job, never wanting to disturb you at the odd hours he found himself stumbling in. He carefully closed the front door and kicked off his boots, stepping down the hall to the living room. He was surprised to see you awake, curled up on the couch scrolling through your phone in the dimly lit room.

“What are you still doin’ up? It’s late.”

You sat up and blinked at the clock display on the device in your hand. He was right, it was very late at night, bordering on the early morning.

“No work tomorrow, wanted to wait up for you.”

You hopped off the couch and padded over to him in your bare feet. All you were wearing was one of Frank’s old T-shirts that barely hit mid-thigh, it was a warm night and you wanted to be comfy. He managed to appreciate the view of your exposed legs for a moment before you stood directly in front of him, looking him over carefully. He was filthy, covered in an assortment of smudges and stains. Gunpowder, grease, blood, dirt and who knows what else. Concern was etched on your face and he caught your gaze raking him over for injuries.

“‘M fine. None of the blood‘s mine.”

You sighed in relief and leaned up to kiss him but he pulled back ever so slightly. "Don't want to mess up that pretty face of yours, darlin'."

You hummed softly in disagreement. "Don't care."

His brow creased slightly but he didn't protest as you leaned in again and he let you press your lips against his. He kissed you gently, sliding an arm around your waist, not being able to resist tugging you in closer. Your chins bumped together and his nose rubbed against your cheek, when you finally pulled away there were smudges of blood and dirt on your face just like he warned.

You truly didn't care, you never minded the mess. That was part of why Frank loved you so much. He brought all this violence and filth home with him and you never flinched away from it. You knew who he was and what he did, and you loved him anyway. You dug bullets out of him with no protest, stitched and patched him up more times than he could count.

The night he came home to you cleaning his vest and touching up the paint on the skull was the moment he knew he could never let you go. He asked you to move in a week later and you'd been here ever since, by his side through thick and thin, taking care of him. He never thought he could feel like this again, so close to someone, after everything he’d been through. But the quiet moments of peace he’d found here with you had given him newfound hope for a future.

Frank was snapped out of his musings when you tugged on his hand.

"Shower time, let's go."

He nodded and let you lead him down the hall and into the bathroom. He stripped off his vest and ruined clothes as you started the water and got the temperature just right. When you were satisfied it was warm enough but not too hot, you pulled off the oversized tee you'd 'borrowed' and led him into the steaming spray with you.

You grabbed a clean washcloth and ran it under the heated stream of water. Turning to Frank, you started with his hands. He might have claimed to be fine but you had noticed the several split knuckles on each hand, giving you at least some indication of how his night had gone. He tensed as you dabbed at the raw skin and you slowed down, trying your best not to irritate the injury.

His eyes slowly fluttered shut as you wiped the damp fabric gently over his skin, the warm stream of water hitting his back combined with your gentle touch lulling him into a state of bliss. He felt all the tension ease out of him as you worked him over with swipes of the cloth, getting lost in the glide of your fingers against his bare skin as you moved all the way up his arms and across his chest.

You rinsed the cloth before getting on your tiptoes to reach up to Frank's face and continue your work. He ducked down closer to give you better access and placed his hands on your hips to steady you. This was your little ritual, every time you caught him coming home all bloodied up. You carefully washed away all of the evidence of the violence that followed him everywhere. He knew he'd never done anything in this life to deserve you, yet here you were. You'd somehow managed to mend his body, and his heart, with your tender, soft touches and endless affection. He waited patiently as you worked, rubbing his thumbs over your hips until the water was running completely clear at his feet.

"All done?"

You inspected him closely, swiping the washcloth one last time over his cheek until you were absolutely certain. "Mhm, all clean now."

"Good."

He stepped forward and crowded into your space, his hands shamelessly digging into your hips and tugging you against him. He leaned down and captured your lips, swallowing the gasp you let out as you felt his hardening cock pressing against your side. A burst of heat rushed through you, pooling between your legs. You’d been too caught up in washing him, you hadn’t paid close enough attention to what your touch was doing to him. He’d let you have your little ritual of taking care of him, but now it was time for him to take care of you.

His large hands slipped along your body, over your waist and down your hips, pausing briefly to squeeze your ass before coming to rest on the backs of your thighs. Planting his feet firmly on the bathtub floor, he hoisted you up and pressed you against the shower wall. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, arms flying around his neck to hold yourself up. You arched against him, pressing your tits into his firm chest as the cool tile touched your skin. He buried his face in your shoulder, pressing kisses up and down your neck.

You whined impatiently, needing more as you dragged your nails across his shoulders and back. He let out a low chuckle before looking into your eyes.

“Somethin’ you want, sweetheart?”

You huffed and pouted at him. “You know what I want!”

He laughed at you again, enjoying your big pleading stare and petulant expression. He leaned in close, gently bumping your nose with his. “Remind me.”

“Fraaank…”

“Come on, use your words.”

Your eyes narrowed as you stared him down.

“Fuck me, now.”

A satisfied grin split across Frank’s face at your demanding tone. “Attagirl.”

He pressed you harder into the wall, holding you steady while he lined up his now-fully hard cock at your entrance.

“Ready for me?”

You smiled sweetly, placated now that you were getting what you wanted. “Always.”

He slid inside slowly, letting you feel every single inch of him as he stretched you open. After a few moments, you’d adjusted to his size and wanted more.

“Harder, please.” You whispered in his ear before peppering kisses all over his cheek and jaw.

You didn’t need to ask him twice. Your dug your nails into his biceps as you did your best to hold on, helpless to do anything but accept the rapid, punishing pace of his hips snapping into yours. God, he always filled you impossibly deep, it was so easy to lose yourself in the steady rhythm of his body as he thrust harder and harder. A loud moan was forced out of your throat as Frank hit that sweet spot deep inside you and you couldn’t help but clench around him. He groaned into your shoulder, moving to nip along your neck as he refused to slow down. Your thighs started to shake around him as you lost yourself in the waves of pleasure, not able to hold back the whimpers any longer.

Having you like this, coming completely undone in his arms, this was what he lived for. Thinking of you waiting at home for him had gotten him through more nights than he’d care to admit. He’d fight and kill whoever he had to in order to make it back to you in one piece, knowing he could scoop you up and make you fall apart under him.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Just let go.”

He held you tight, pressing you hard against the shower wall as you finally tipped over the edge and screamed for him. He couldn’t hold out much longer, with your soaking pussy pulsing around his cock. After a few more haphazard pumps and he finally spilled inside you, his mind going blank for that blissful moment where he was surrounded by nothing but you.

He slowly eased you back down to the floor, making sure you were steady on your feet before letting go. He grabbed a clean washcloth and set about cleaning you up, the mirrored action of reciprocity not lost on either of you. Turning off the water, Frank stepped out first, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist before waiting for you to follow. He held out your favourite towel, the biggest and fuffiest one you owned. You giggled as he bundled you up, turning you into a plush cotton cloud. He started heading towards the bedroom but you reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him around to face you.

“Where do you think you’re going, mister? I have to wrap those knuckles before bed.”

Frank groaned and started to roll his eyes. “It’s nothin’, you don’t hav-”

He was cut off by your insistent tug on his hand and perfectly played pout. He groaned again, making a face but quietly presenting you with his hands nonetheless. You hummed in satisfaction and set about quickly wrapping clean bandages around the reddened, raw skin. Once you were finished, you slowly brought each hand up to your lips, one after the other, placing a small kiss over each and every bandaged knuckle before looking up with a small satisfied smile on your face.

“How’s that?”

He spent a long moment simply staring at you, fully absorbed in drinking you in, basking in the pure, unfiltered love practically radiating out of you. He bent down to kiss you softly, relishing in your warmth, before finally answering.

“Never been better.”

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A/N: This got sappy as hell and I am not sorry about it. Please let me know what you think!

[s0lam33y]

I CARE 4 YOU

[shuririweek, day 1: fluff]

summary: basic sick-fic. Shuri is hella stubborn, that’s abt it.

A/n: Ive had to redo this a good 3 times. Anyway, this was requested on my old acc and I’ve finally finished up, hopefully whoever requested this is still around 😭

@shuririweek @mal-urameshi @neptoons1998

I love going on missions. More than anything. But this one had to get cut short once I got news of Shuri being sick. I’ve only been gone for 48 hours, I’ve just landed back from a mission only to hear that my beautiful wife is sick. And I thought that shit was a joke because how the fuck does she get sick? She’s got one of the most powerful plants in her system and not only that we’ve got the most advanced technology known to man.

I crack the bedroom door open only to find Shuri turned into a mass of blankets wrapped up in our thick comforter. I drop my duffel bag in front of the door and walk towards her, peeling away the layers of the covers.

I hear her heavy breathing and I see her pretty face in real-time for the first time in 2 days. Her cheeks are hot and sweat dampens her skin.

“Hey, baby…” I whisper doing my best to keep my volume down. She doesn’t respond, her eyes shut close and her body curled into itself. I gather her in my arms and it’s enough for her to blink her pretty eyes open.

The white in her eyes is red and her skin is damn near dripping.

“Have you not had any medicine?” I question, whether she shouldn’t be doing this bad with how much tech we have. But knowing her, she’s so damn stubborn. I should know better than to ask, her throat is probably scratchy.

“I’m fine.” She mumbles trying to turn around but her body is too weak to.

I move her curls out of the way and look at her clothing, my red MIT sweats and a white shirt, the same outfit she was in when I last FaceTimed her right before landing.

She hasn’t left her room at all, I’m assuming while I peel back her shirt to feel how damp it is, I touch the skin along her abdomen and it’s hot to the touch.

I grab her wrist to navigate her kimoyo beads and begin to administer some herbal medicine.

“Griot, give me Shuri’s Stats please,” I order.

“Griot, don’t do that.” She groans, grabbing my wrist.

“I’m sorry, Your Highnesses, whose orders do I follow?” Griot questions and she reacts too slowly for him to catch anything.

“Mine,” I answer clearly.

“The Queen’s temperature is at 101 degrees Fahrenheit, she’s been in and out of sleep for 30 hours, her heart rate is at 69 beats per minute,”

The only thing alarming is her temperature.

“Shuri, I ain't tryna scold you right now, but why didn’t you say nothing?” I ask only for her to groan.

“M’fine, it happens.”

“Walk then,” I tell her and she looks at me like I’m crazy. Then she rubs her eyes and sits up slowly. She’s only sitting up because I’m supporting her back so I let go only for her back to hit the bed.

“Fuck off.” She curses and it makes me laugh harder than I have all week. When I’m done laughing, I help her off the bed and onto the sofa bed that’s across from it.

I change the sheets for her to her favorite dark purple ones and clean up all the stuff she’s left around the room.

“Griot, did the Queen get her shots this year?” I ask, I’m not sick and no one else in the citadel is. I settle next to her and she’s not asleep, just blinking slow as fuck.

“Yes, however, it had left her system once she took the herb,”

She had a challenge to the throne a week ago by someone from the river tribe, and she was fine at first. Maybe that entire month of training drained her body a lot.

“Is there any other reason why she could be so sick?”

“The Queen hasn’t had a sufficient amount of water in a couple of days, Her body is also trying to handle the effects of the herb being back in her body,” Griot says as I place her head onto my thighs and watch her lie down. Her lips are parted just a little and her breathing is so shallow.

“I’m fine like I’m okay,” She insists.

“Dude, literally shut up,” I say and it earns me a dopey smile.

She’s shaking a little and her clothes are nearly drenched I feel her forehead with the back of my hand. She’s nowhere near burning up. Her skin feels normal just damp. What the fuck is goin on?

I’m confused, this AI ain’t helping me, I hate this.

I get up slowly so I don’t move too fast. I’ve spent days bandaging her up as she has for me but this is sickness, not wounds. There’s not a single scientific explanation I can think of that explains this.

“Griot, what should I do?”

“Keep her awake, A very hot shower should help, a couple of herbs can be found in the garden that should be able to ease her pain, I’ll make a list for you and you may demand it once ready.”

Sounds like a plan.

….

“Shuri, get in the shower,” I order only for her to glare at me.

“No, you don’t see how hot it is? Are you mad?” She asks, sniffling while steam fills up the bathroom.

“You’ve fought wars, Shuri, get in the shower, ‘it’ll help I swear,” I tell her. She’s always been so picky about the temperature in the shower which is one of the reasons why we can’t ever shower together. She loves her a cold shower and I can’t stand it. I wouldn’t take a cold shower if you paid me. She says they help her get ready for the day but I would never.

“You already naked man, just get in the water,” I mutter, she’s only in a towel and she’s already undressed. I need her to just get in.

“A’ight listen, man, If you don’t get in the damn shower-“

“Then what?” She challenges, letting out a little cough while she’s at it. I’ve lifted her before, that’s only happened recently. I wasn’t able to do that when I first met her. But I’ll do it again if I have to.

“Shuri, please, it’s not that bad.” She steps closer and puts her hand out to feel the water.

“It’s too hot.”

“I’ll get in with you.” I offer.

“I guess it’s not so bad then.”

…

“Shuri, open your mouth,” I tell her, calmly as I pour the syrup into a cup. She looks at me in disgust and shakes her head like a kid. It’s medicinal syrup, made here that I take when I’m sick and I feel better by the morning.

But unlike Shuri, I ain’t this fucking stubborn.

She turns over in bed till she’s lying on her back. After a couple of seconds, her mouth opens slightly for her to breathe.

“Fine.” She groans before taking it all in one sip. Her lips curl in disgust before she lifts the comfort over her body and I can hear her breathing as she huffs. She turns so her back faces me.

“You’re acting like a kid.” I chuckle when she coughs.

“You’re the height of one.”

“You sure you sick? ‘Cause you got a lot of slick-ass comments.” She doesn’t say anything and I realize it’s because she’s finally asleep.

We end up falling asleep soon after and she wakes up, refreshed, earlier than I do. Like she was never sick. I have to get back to my mission but I wake up feeling dizzy, my head is pounding.

I feel her hand on my forehead, gently caressing my baby hairs while I do my best to sit up.

“Tell them you can’t make it to the mission.” She murmurs.

[demonichikikomori]

Terrarium Trap

Jade Leech x AFAB!Reader

Word Count Tumblr: 1.1k+

↜(╰ •ω•)╯ψ It's Your Darling Devil!! <3 <3 <3 Inspiration was taken from this post!! I know Jade loves doing service, dude, his whole aesthetic is him being a butler?? Please, that man is a slut. He claims how you lead him into such temptations like him wanting to PLEASURE YOU is actually YOUR FAULT!! Crazy I know shout out to society. <3 <3 <3

Tags: 'Clitwarming'/Tears/Begging

You had tears trailing down your face as you let out a weak sob. You clutched a large glass jar with shaky hands as you stared at the pale yellow seashells and small gemstones glittering, partially buried in bone colored sand. It was a terrarium made inside of a clear cookie jar, far bigger than ones you usually would find in Jade Leech’s collection. You turned your head towards the window, tears dripping onto the silk pillow beneath you. It was storming outside of Octavinelle, at least, there was the illusion of a dark storm. Perhaps Jade had cast a spell to ease your nerves with the soft pitter patters of rain pelted against the window of the Leech’s dorm. You rested the large and quite heavy terrarium against your chest, obstructing a teal headed student from your view. “Jade… Please… M’Sorry…” You cried out, sniffling and whimpering as you felt the tip of his tongue twirl over your clit. His razor-like teeth playfully scratching over the swollen folds of your pussy as he let out a bubbly laugh. The vibrations caused you to tremble in his mouth, feeling your juices start to leak once again. Jade seemed to stop only for a second, releasing your clit from his mouth as he nosily sucked and lapped away your honey. You squirmed, careful of the terrarium you were forced to hold onto as Jade grabbed you by the hips, flicking his tongue over your hole before pulling away. You could feel his eyes scanning you over, he must be admiring you again. You couldn’t take much more. You were gasping and whining, sweat was dripping down the side of your face as you looked for ways to escape.

But it was far too late for you.

“Don’t drop that terrarium of mine… Or you’ll be picking up each grain of sand one by one.” He threatened in a husky voice as his lips pressed against your aching clit. Your body had grown excited to receive his attention once more. You wanted to curse yourself for letting this happen. It all started when you poked your nose around the twins shared dorm, becoming enamored by the many colorful glass terrariums on Jade’s shelves. One slip of the finger and crash! A very pretty terrarium had shattered as the owner walked in, catching you there surrounded by glass, stones, shells and sand. You offered to pay for it but he claimed that his terrariums held value beyond Madol. Certainly nothing you could afford to pay him back for. And now, you were laid in his bed, crying out and apologizing as Jade continued toying away with your sensitive body. His gloved hands rested on your sweaty thighs, keeping them parted for easier access. You wanted to take this stupid terrarium and smash it over his head for refusing to hear your sobs.

“Oh, are you feeling the weight of your crime now? My poor terrarium that was carelessly knocked to the floor… Floyd gifted me that jar you know. Shall I make you apologize to him as well?” Jade warned and you felt your chest tighten with anxiety. If Jade was getting you this worked up, you were sure Floyd wouldn’t be so kind. You shook your head, sweaty hands slipping against the glass jar as you choked back another sob. Jade’s long tongue rolled over your folds as he captured your clit into another chaste kiss. At this rate you were sure you would faint, maybe your soul would leave your body. You could feel sweat and slick pooling beneath you, staining the soft sheets below as you trembled with want. “I am only teasing angel fish, honest.” He purred and pulled away, sitting up to place his gloved hands on the glass jar. “I‘m not sure if I could ever share such faces with Floyd, although I cherish him dearly.” Jade spoke in a quite tone as he lifted the heavy jar off of you, staring at your trembling figure with glowing eyes. The jar was placed carefully on the floor beside the bed as Jade slotted himself between your thighs. You were soaked, staining his pants and you could feel how hard he was against you. You rolled your hips with a soft moan, begging for friction. For release. Anything at this point.

A gloved hand pressed against your stomach as if Jade was silently reminding you that he was in charge. “Now, now. You’ll be allowed to cum. Are you sorry for what you did?” He asked and you furiously nodded, tears pricked at your eyes again. “M’Sorry…” You whispered as Jade’s hand slipped down your stomach and between your legs, his middle finger was rubbing against your clit in agonizingly slow circles. Your thighs were shaking and you could feel a gush of warmth as Jade laughed softly. “Are you truly sorry?” He asked and pulled the hand away, his gloved fingers were wet from your slick as you nodded again. “I’m sorry… I’m really sorry Jade…” You cried. You started to hiccup, tears were rolling down your face as you tried choking back more of your sobs. You had been reduced to a pathetic and sniffling state, listening to the glove being removed and tossed to the floor. The feeling the bare hand return to rub over your clit as Jade ducked between your legs once again. Your legs were thrown over Jade’s shoulders as he continued to tease you, his warm breath ghosted over your dripping folds and you felt the air catch in your throat as he peppered kisses against your pearl. “I forgive you.” He whispered and began lapping at your hole, tasting the flowing juices as your threw your head back with a moan. “Accidents tend to happen.” His tongue darted inside and your walls clenched around the soft muscle, your toes curling so hard you swore you would be cramping later. With a few more circles against your clit and the flex of his tongue inside of you, you came.

Waves of ecstasy rolled over you as you shook against Jade, legs parted wide and heels digging into the merman’s back. His tongue drank up everything he could swipe over with swift flicks of his tongue. You were sticky, sweaty, and tired. Listening to the soft pitter patter of rain as you laid in bed. Jade stayed still for only a few seconds before poking his head from between your thighs to look at you. He was grinning. “I’ll have to take this as a form of apology more often. Don’t you agree?” He asked with a hum as you started to frown.

You weren’t sure if you could survive a second round of that.

All done!! This one was meant to be short and it was very fun to write!! The Devil Loves You!! <3

[catierambles]

"Ask you somethin'." Sy said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Shoot." Annalisa said, still looking at her computer monitor.

"How have you been gettin'....you know?"

"Blood?" She asked simply, looking at him and he nodded.

"Not from me, right?" He asked and she shook her head. "Who, then?"

"Donors at the club."

"There are people who volunteer for this?"

"Yeah, apparently it feels really good."

"Any dudes?"

"Sometimes." She said and he paused, "No, Sy, I didn't sleep with any of them. It was a transaction, nothing more."

"What about..."

"And I didn't sleep with any of the women, either."

"Where do you...uh, take from?"

"Babe."

"What?" He asked and she sighed, pushing up from her chair to stand in front of him.

"If this makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to talk about it."

"I started it and I'm curious." Sy said and she nodded.

"Brachial artery, in the bend of the elbow."

"Not the neck?"

"Too personal." She said, "Besides, the angles are weird with the neck."

"How so?"

"Well, straight on is the jugular vein and venous blood is..." She pulled a face, "Bitter, and sour, and kinda sludgy. Blech."

"Okay."

"But closer to the wind pipe is the carotid artery." She said, "Arterial blood is sweeter, lighter, and it flows better."

"Okay..."

"But in order to get at that, I would need to take a different approach."

"How's that?" Sy asked and she reached up, running her fingertip down the side of his neck.

"Jugular." She said and and moved around behind him. Her fingertip ran over his skin again, this time closer to his throat and he swallowed heavily. "Carotid. I'd have to be behind them in order to reach the carotid easily and they'd have to be sitting in front of me with their back to me. A little too intimate for my liking."

"But you..." He swallowed again, "But you take from the elbow?" Her hand slid down his arm, her fingers wrapping around his and she lifted his arm, keeping it straight.

"Here." She said, running her fingertips over the thin skin in the bend of his elbow. "Brachial artery. There's another artery that's easy to reach, but it's very personal."

"Where is it?"

"Femoral artery." She said, "Inner thigh. I'd literally have to be between their legs to reach that one."

"Ah." He said, memories of her looking up from between his legs running through his brain. "You've never done that with me, right?"

"I already told you I've never fed from you."

"But if you were uh...down there, would I notice?"

"I would be doing other things that divided your focus." Annalisa said, "But like I said, I've never fed from you."

"Switchin' gears." He said, his voice a little tight. "If you take from the artery because it tastes better, how do you keep'em from tappin' out after a couple minutes?"

"Two things." She said, letting go of his hand and moving back around him, "You know how a snake's fangs work with the venom?"

"The fangs are hollow, yeah?"

"Same deal with mine." She said, "I have two sets of glands at the back of my throat where my tonsils and adenoids used to be, one set contains a very weak muscle relaxer, and the other a very weak anti-coagulant. When my fangs register pressure, the glands contract and the compounds are injected, for lack of a better word, into who I'm feeding on. The muscle relaxer keeps them from tensing up, and the anti-coagulant keeps it flowing. My saliva, on the other hand, contains a very strong coagulant and anti-septic. I take what I need, I run my tongue over the wounds, the coagulant in my saliva overpowers and cancels out the anti-coagulant I injected, and the anti-septic cleans in the wounds to bar against infection. Their body breaks down and disposes of whatever is left naturally."

"Oh."

"And you remember how you got all loopy when you were taking those muscle relaxers that time you tweaked your back?"

"Yeah..." He said and she gave him a pointed look, "Ah."

A few weeks later and he looked up from the game on TV as she walked through the living room, her heels clicking on the floor.

"Where you headed, babe?" He asked.

"Tempest." She said and he paused.

"That's the new place that opened downtown, yeah?" He asked and she made an answering sound. "You gonna...I mean, is anyone donatin' tonight?"

"Probably." She said and he paused again.

"Oh." He said, looking forward again and heard her sigh before she came around to slide into his lap.

"Hey." She said and he wrapped his arm around her waist. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"It's no different than you going out for a burger." She said and he nodded. "You're the only one I want, now and forever, but I can tell it makes you uncomfortable, so I won't ask you."

"'Preciate it." He said and she pressed a soft kiss to his lips before sliding off his lap again.

"I'll be back late, you don't have to wait up."

"Still will."

"I know." She said and he heard her leave, the front door locking behind her. He gave it an hour, the longest hour of his life, before he got up, getting changed out of his lounge clothes and into a nicer pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt. His boots were scuffed, but they would have to do.

He stood in line at the club, knowing he was getting looks from the other patrons as he didn't really look the scene with his leather jacket and ball cap. Leather, fishnet, studs, and spikes was the standard fashion. He finally got to the bouncer, who gave him a once over.

"Will you be donating tonight?" An innocuous enough question if you didn't know the weight behind it, but he did know.

"Yeah."

"Patron?"

"Annalisa Caulfield." He said and got another once over before the bouncer shrugged, grabbing a vibrant purple elastic wristband that kind of looked like a smart watch or a fitness tracker.

"Okay, then. Wear this. When it vibrates, head to the VIP section. Someone will be there waiting."

"Thanks, man." He said and slipped it on, heading into the club. The lights immediately made his retinas sting and the driving music pounded into his temples. Really not his scene. Not really hers either, but she did what she had to. Probably wouldn't find many volunteers at a sports bar.

Sy stood leaning against the end of the bar, sipping at a neat scotch when the wristband started to buzz against his skin. Setting the glass down, he moved away from the bar, heading to the back where he saw more bouncers. Holding up his wrist, he showed them the band, and they opened the door to the back area for him.

"For Lady Caulfield?" He was a squirrely looking guy, short and skinny.

"Yeah." Sy said and got his thousandths appraising look for the night.

"Okay." He said, "If you'll follow me, you'll join the others."

"Others?" He asked as they walked.

"Yes, there are about five others who have volunteered to be her donor tonight. She makes the final decision."

"Oh."

"When--if she doesn't choose you, you are to leave immediately. No arguing, accept it and go."

"No problem, man." He said and the guy shrugged, leading him into another with a few others. Again, he felt very out of place among the dark velvet and brocade, the appropriately dressed club-going donors giving him yet another once-over.

"Lady Caulfield will be in in just a moment." The guy said, "Again, if you are not chosen, there are to be no arguments or you will be removed." Sy got the feeling that that was directed at him and he sighed, leaning against the wall as the guy left. A sort of nervous energy ran through the room that missed him entirely and he looked them over, wondering if there were any repeats among them. None of them seemed her type, but then they probably thought the same about him. Another door opened and she walked into the room.

"Good evening." She said with a pleasant smile, "I want to thank you all for your interest in being my donor and--" Her eyes settled on him and he pushed away from the wall, taking his cap off and tucking it in his back pocket. There was a pause where she just blinked at him before she started laughing. There was some confused giggling from the others, a couple of them giving him more than a passing glance this time around. He met her in the middle, her arms sliding around his neck as his hands wrapped around her waist.

"Hey, baby." He said with a smile, "Have I mentioned how much I love you in this skirt?"

"Ladies and Gentleman, thank you again, but I've made my decision. Have a nice night." Her eyes didn't leave him as she spoke and he saw the others leave, whispering to each other and giving them looks.

"Lady Caulfield?" The guy was back and seemed shocked at her choice.

"Martin, this is Kyle Syverson." She said, "My other half."

"This is Sy?" Martin asked and she nodded, still smiling, biting down on her bottom lip briefly.

"Buddy, I know you probably don't have control over it." Sy said, "So I want you to pass this on to who does. Take her off the patron list, no more donors."

"Sy?" She asked.

"She ain't gonna need'em." He said, "Now or ever again."

"You son of a--" She pulled him into a kiss that made his eyes close, his arms wrapping around her waist and his hands pressing into her back. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Let's go home." She said, "The back rooms of a club is inappropriate for what I have in mind for you."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck, I need you naked."

"Baby, you know I love it when you get needy." He said and pressed another soft kiss to her lips, seeing how her pupils had blown wide, her fangs peeking out from under her lips. "Yeah, lets go home."

[annahxredaxted]

Domestic life was never quite my style..

Characters: guy/honey

Genre: fluff

Theme: domestic life<3

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Saturday, 8:28am

The way they look in the morning is indescribable. Their the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t believe them no matter how much they tried to convince me that they had any matter if imperfections, in anyway shape or form. Their perfect and they’ll stay that way forever.

No matter how much they don’t think it, it’s a matter of perspective, I wish they could see themselves the way I see them. The way they are, the way their so beautiful. Like they were sculpted by gods, from the most rarest of materials, jades, golds, silvers that gleam in the sun and moon light.

Then I realized how long I’d been staring, with a love sick gaze.

“Guy? Are you okay?” They asked me tilting their head in confusion gesturing to my glass of water

“Oh yeah I’m- I’m fine honey.” I muttered to the rim of my water glass.

They rose a suspicious eyebrow, and nodded.

“Okay, just checking.” They said standing up abruptly, plate and coffee mug in hand.

They walked over to the sink, placing the items beside it. They rolled up their sleeves and flipped on the water and started quickly rinsing off their dishes.

I sighed and hopped up, walking over to the sink and mirroring their actions.

They rose the back of their hand to my forehead, their face closer to mine then it was a couple of seconds ago, their breath lightly grazing my cupids bow, my heart picked up In speed.

“Hmm you don’t have a fever, you just seemed kinda spaced out during breakfast. Your fine.” They concluded, moving their hand down too my cheek, caressing my stubble with their thumb.

“Are we- are about to kiss right now?” I asked jokingly. they gave me half a grin, before pulling me down to their level and kissing me.

They tasted like the coffee they’d been drinking prior to this occurrence. My hands found there way to their waist, pulling them in closer, their hand still on my cheek, and their other hand in my hair.

We broke apart, foreheads still touching. Hands still on eachother

“I love you honey.” I said muttering.

“I love you too.” They said back.

———

Saturday, 10:54am

“Not my fault your trash at uno honeyyy..” I said, laying a draw 4 card down on the pile.

“Fuck off.” They said rapidly shifting through their hand, desperately looking for a way out of this

“Dammit.” They mumbled drawing four cards passive aggressively, grumbling and mumbling to themselves

“Ooo is my little grumble-bear angy?” I said pinching their cheeks with my free hand, making a cooing noise.

“You have point two seconds to remove your hands before I tickle you.” They threatened not batting an eye.

Me being, at least two heads taller then the feisty Little gremlin, was unfazed at this threat.

“Alright that’s fucking it.” They concluded, jumping up and pouncing at me

Their hands made their way up my ribs, my personal weak spot when it comes to tickling.

“N-No Wait! HOONEY, MERCY PLEASEEEEee aGhhg æaaahhe HONEY PLEASE!” I begged and pleaded

“I warned you didn’t I?” They asked moving to my belly, which coincidentally was my other weak spot, they sighed and sat back down.

“Your such an asshole.” I said laughing.

“Only when you deserve it.” They retorted.

I reached over to grab a blanket from the other side of the couch, and light spread it across my cold thighs in a pair of whisp thin shorts.

—-

Saturday, 3:23pm

“I’m just telling you literally nobody likes that god damn movie.” They said pointing at the TV screen, which broadly displayed the live action avatar and the last air bender

“I hear it’s good!” I exclaimed

“From who??!!” They asked almost yelling.

I whipped out my phone to look at the reviews and they weren’t exactly the best. But I believe in giving everything a try.

“No no no, let’s just watch princess bride.” They concluded

“Ohh isn’t that the one with that one dude prince hump-her-dick?” I asked laughing

“NO ITS HUMPERDINK DUMBASS!” They sighed, sinking into the couch.

I laughed with that knowledge seared into my head now.

———

Saturday 4:45pm

“The R.O.U.S? I don’t believe those exist.” I covered my eyes as Wesley got attacked by a big rat looking thing, in some forest with fire and quicksand.

“Stop being a baby.” Honey said to me rolling their eyes.

“It’s gross, he bleeding!” I exclaimed, pulling a pillow over my eyes.

“Tell me when it’s over..” I groaned

“It’s over.” They said, I uncovered my eyes to reveal that it was not in fact over.

“You ass hole!” I said groaning.

They laughed at me, per usual. Fuck when we’re they not laughing at me?

———

Saturday 11:23pm

“Goodnight guy.” They said, leaning over to kiss me. Which I happily retaliated the action.

“Goodnight my honey.. love you.” I said into the kiss.

“Love you too.” They flipped off the lamp next to them, snuggled into my side, and quietly fell into their sleepiness.

And they all lived happily ever after

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@itsdaifuku @youisagayhooman @verrverii @darlin-collins @mainhoesstuff

[mayoxxo]

Jealous Much?♡ Joseph x Reader

“Joseph, what the hell! You ruined a perfectly good job we could have had!!”

“It’s not my fault that he was hitting on you! You’re supposed to be mine! Not his! Mine!”

“You know, you’re being really fucking selfish.”

“I’m just being protective of you! You don’t know what he could do, he could steal you!”

You and Joseph have gotten into a heated argument over a job you guys have applied to. Though, the interviewer started hitting on you and Joseph couldn’t stay quiet in his sit.

*Flashback*

“You know Y/N you’re gorgeous!” The man said. Over and over again, the man was giving you compliments.

“Dude back off. She’s mine.” Joseph said aggressively.

You kick Joseph to let him know to stop his behavior.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t understand what you said” The interviewer was confused by Joseph’s words.

“You heard me, bitch. She’s mine! We’re legit married?!”

“Joseph!”

*Back Present*

“You have to stop being so jealous, Joseph. I would never fall for another man.”

“I only love you.” You said with a bit of lust in your tone of voice.

“Hm? Is that what you really think?”

“Yes”

Joseph brought you into a long passionate kiss, and you could feel your knees go weak. Your body was flowing with electricity over your guy’s kiss.

You could tell both of you wanted the same thing. You wanted each other. Not only that, but you needed each other.

Joseph brought you to the bed and pushed you on the bed to top you. Planting kisses and sucking on your neck. Leaving little dark spots.

You gave him the greatest moans as you felt him. You started to feel your folds getting wet for him. The kiss was enough to drive you over the edge.

The kiss was fast, but you could feel and tell how much you wanted each other. Tongue over tongue. Lips on lips. Body heat for exchanged body heat.

You could tell Joseph just wanted to feel you around him. He was a greedy man when it came to sex. He would do anything to make you come and overstimulate.

The sight of you trembling, panting, and moaning for him to stop just makes him go crazy for you.

Feeling your body. Feeling your breasts, thighs, and anything really.

You were always so fucking good for him.

He slowly began to rub his finger against your slit. You have been waiting to be touched,, and the excitement rushed even more now through you. You started to squirm when his rubbing became more rapid. Although it didn’t last long before he went straight for his fingers.

Joseph slowly started to tease your clit with one finger and stop halfway in the middle. He smirked as he saw you gasp when he stopped. Joseph began to tease you even more with only using half of his finger to please you.

You couldn’t take it more. The anticipation and excitement was too much for you, and Joseph decided to tease at the time.

You got a hold of his hand and traced your hand to his finger that was half way inserted in you and pushed his finger straight in. You let out a helpless moan that made Joseph’s cock twitch.

“I see now…we’re gonna play like that, huh lady?” He flashed you a small smirk and began to thrust his finger in and out.

You hear the sounds of your clit making wet sounds from Joseph’s fingers.

His thick finger slowly added another that made you curse slightly.

“Fuck Joseph” You whispered.

“You’re such a good girl for using my name like that.” Joseph teased.

His words made you only come closer to your climax. No matter if Joseph gave you more or less, he always found a way to make you feel good.

He lowered his head and pulled out his finger from inside you. He brought out his tongue and showed that it was going to start eating you up. He began licking at your clit, not breaking eye contact with you at all. You didn’t get to see much of the view since you had your head back, taking in the pleasure.

Your hand ran through Joseph’s soft brown hair and at some points tugged on it when the pleasure was too much. He would make slight groans when you would tug on his hair.

When he formed, it would send vibrations to your core and make you come more close to the end.

Maybe you were trying to tug his hair purposely?

Your moans began to leak out of your mouth with more acceleration.

“Joseph! Shit-ah”!

“That sounds like your coming close, baby.” He gave you a pouty face and still continued.

“Mhm keep going please Joseph!”

“Anything for you baby” you couldn’t see, but he gave you a small wink.

“I’m going to come!”

“Go ahead then, baby.”

He watched you as you trembled in your orgasm and liquids. Joseph began to lick up the mess that you made.

“That’s my girl. You did such a good job, babe.”

“Now it’s my turn, Joseph.” You gave him a small smile,, and he gave you one back. He was ready to feel the pleasure you were about to give him. You had always been so good at giving to him. You acted like he was the tastiest thing in the world.

You began to palm him through his pants, and he shifted his hips. He made small grunts for you and wanted you just to pump his cock already. Joseph grabbed a hold of your hand and brought it up to his face.

“Please do it already!” He begged.

Joseph was so cute when he begged for attention. He wanted to feel his pleasure already.

You began to take his pants off, you could already see his huge bulge in his boxers. Joseph looked away in embarrassment when he saw your expression to the size of the bulge. It was just too hard to not get so hard when you were making so much noise and movements for him.

You took his boxers off and saw his cock spring up and spat on it to start with the pumping.

“Shit babe.” It was his turn to finally give you praise for how good of a job you were doing.

Joseph loved the way your hand was on his cock and pumping it slowly.

He was too easy to please, which made it easy for him to reach his orgasm in a heartbeat.

“Babe, I’m going to come!” He started to grunt even more was than before,, and you put your mouth around his cock to make him reach closer. He put his head back as you licked him faster and pumped hastily.

“God damn lady! You’re so good!” When he gave more praise,, he was coming closer to his climax.

After a few more grunts, he finally came to his orgasm.

He threw you back on the bed again, so he could top you and began to get the condom.

“Condom or no condom?” He asked. You were a bit hesitant about to condom, but made up your mind for no condom.

“No condom?! Are you sure, babe?!” He was concern for your body and not trying to hurt you.

“Yes I’m sure” You reassured.

“Okay. Just tell me if you want me to stop, or it hurts.”

You nodded your head, and he aligned himself to your slit and began to go in.

“Oh fuck!”

“Are you good darling?” He asked.

You nodded your head, and Joseph gave you a second to adjust to his size before he started to thrust in and out. It hurt a bit, but pleasure started to take over bit by bit.

Fuck, it felt so good.

You couldn’t go on for much more, it was just too much. The sound of skin slapping against each other made both of you more close.

“Joseph.”

You could see the sweat glands as he thrusted harder and deeper in you. He could finally feel all of you around him. That’s what he wanted this whole time. To only feel you wrapped around him.

You both came close to your climax,, and he pulled out and came on your stomach.

He put his cock back in, so you could feel your own orgasm, which came very fast.

You both laid on the bead completely out of breath and after you guys got into the shower.

After the shower, you guys cuddled and went to bed.

Maybe it was worth it for being a bit jealous?

[here4kpopfics]

Hi kellyyy 💜 how was your day?

Mine was ok. Kinda meh. But today I got to know who DPR Ian 🤤 is, so that made it a little better lool @gimmethatagustd mentioned writing a fic about him and jk and reader and that little seed it’s now planted in my brain so I’ll patiently, lovingly wait for it 🤣

My bias is jimin and can’t really explain why. He’s just so talented. Hardworking. The most loving person on earth. So endearing. Cutie sexy lovely. I could go on but also can’t articulate more on how much/ why I love him 😂💘🥲 who’s your bias? I’m guessing jk or yoongi maybe?🤔

Idk to what extent jk’s subbyness (yes I just made this word up) goes, but I just know he is. I also just know he is 100% lovebug jk. That’s how my brain registered him as. And it’s not going to change jajajajaajaja I’m delusional I know but it’s kinda your fault 🤨🤪💜

I’m getting to know seventeen and I love seungkwan, he gives me Seokjin on his most unhinged, crack-humor mode and funny I thought he was the oldest lolololol love them all but him, mingyu and hoshi are my weakness 💘 wby?

On pizza toppings… hmm vegetables? Also where I live we have a cheese named catupiry and it’s just 🤌🏼🤌🏼 perfect😍 which toppings would you like? what happened with domino’s, though? I like both PH and them jejejee

I’m sorry for the rambling but these questions were fun and it’s nice talking to you 🫶🏼 also, it’s 2.30 am and can’t sleep so…🙈

Omg jaz I love you 🙈

Boo on a meh day but yay on it getting better. 💜 idk why I haven’t even tried to get into dpr Ian yet. I feel like I’d be overwhelmed. But also EXCUSE ME @gimmethatagustd EXPLAIN?!

Jimin is just perfection. It’s so hard to explain how just grndbgdgb beautiful and talented and kind and just ugh he is. And of course it’s jk as my bias( for bts at least) Tho Yoongi has been like fighting for that spot so hard. Jimin is third. The others are just my dude bros. Idk why.

I REALLY HOPE HE IS LOVEBUG CODED. WHOEVER HIS PARTNER IS OR WILL BE BETTER APPRECIATE HIS LOVE. I think he’s a switchy boy honestly. Very adhd with positions and can’t decide if he wants to spend hours teasing you and being a hoe about it or giving you everything you want bc you said his name.

Boo Seungkwan is absolutely Seokjin are you kidding. They have the same temper tantrums and both walk the line of professional mc and like super introvert that wants to hide in a corner. I adore that man so much and want to protect him from all the toxicity in the world. He deserves the best. Mingyu is a hoe and is too pretty. Hoshi is my chaotic boy. Seungcheol is my boyfriend, Jeonghan is my girlfriend, and DK is my boy next door that lets me ride his thighs.

I am a strictly extra pepperoni and spicy Italian sausage on my pizzas. Oh and light sauce. Too much makes it icky. And like a sprinkle of oregano if available. Dominos gave me horrific food poisoning a few years ago and so it’s on the no no list for a while. Papa Johns I know a lot of people hate but like…idk I just prefer it? Especially reheated the next day?

YOU ARE FREE TO RAMBLE AWAY AND ASK QUESTIONS WHENEVER YOU’D LIKE.

That goes for everyone. Idc what it’s about. If you feel like rambling, go for it. Something exciting happen today? I wanna celebrate with you. It’s lonely af on this blog sometimes. Let’s have fun.

[katbrando]

[ questions are from this post, answered 1-10 here ]

11-20 - ATTRACTION

🔹 First impressions of each other? for me: "sick, this guy loves animals and handles them with a lot of care, so he must be a decent guy" and for him: "what a shame that this girl is so painfully quiet and shy because she's really quite the looker" LMAO

🔹 How close were you as friends before you got together?  pretty damn close!!!! i'm demisexual so it takes a large amount of trust and familiarity with someone before i can develop feelings. at the start of our friendship i call him "dude" and "bro" (still do sometimes) and tbh the 'best friends' aspect of our relationship is still very prominent

🔹 Who fell for the other first? diego LMAOOO he's weak for a girl who bites back at him and can match his energy, which is something that's easy for me once i'm close to someone.. one day i jokingly told him to shut up and jabbed him in the ribs and he was like "oh shit 😳"

🔹 What initially attracted you to them versus what they were attracted to?  besides his charming personality and beautiful accent? im a sucker for that pretty face of his 😩 his short stature is soooo charming too.. seeing him in normal clothes outside of work was also a Big source of attraction. for him i'm sure it was initially the fact that i was playing hard to get HJKFDHKGS he loves a good challenge

🔹 How do you match up with your first crushes? he doesn't line up with my first crush at all LOLLLL he's a dude and he's an asshole (affectionate).. i probably don't line up with his either, if he can even remember who his first crush was (he's had many 💀)

🔹 Your top 3 favourite things about them versus theirs about you. omggg :')) his determination, his sense of humor, and his loyalty, for sure.. for HIM i think he probably likes my silly goofy nature, the amount of care i have for people (esp him), and my stubbornness (even though it conflicts with his fairly often)

🔹 The physical traits you love of theirs. literally Everything!!! but his BEAUTIFUL eyes oh my god... so sharp and bright ugghhh.. also his hair, it's so messy and pretty, very similar to mine just a little longer 🥰 his chest and thighs and of course his A S S, it's so perfect and takes a strap so well

🔹 The personality traits you love of theirs. i basically listed them in the other question but yeah idk he's just so goofy despite appearing so intense and mean ??? he's funny but also he can be so cliche in his romantic gestures, he's very very caring as well, it just takes a longass time for him to reach that point.. but once he's there, he's there for good 🥺 also i love his attitude... it's honestly very attractive when he's having a fit and bickering with me, oof

🔹 How publicly affectionate are you? Is it cringe, embarrassing or do you love PDA? superfans of PDA tbh... well, mostly him HJKFDS i like it in theory but i'm very shy by default and hate people looking at me.. but also the idea of him being possessive over me in public is soooooo 😩 so he can go ham, i don't care.. and it's nice to feel loved enough to a point where he doesn't care what other people think

🔹 Is sex important to this relationship? Why or why not? y e s ..... he has a high sex drive and it's hard to match that sometimes, but he's aware of it and makes a point to pay attention to my comfort levels and to please me as much as he possibly can.. and tbh i'm very much into the idea of him having the time of his life so even if i'm not necessarily dead-set on getting off, i love being able to experience all of it with him 🥺 he's just so beautiful and perfect and the way he's putty in my hands absolutely wrecks me, i can't help it

[tobiramamonmari29]

Tobirama point of view:

The uchiha and the senju, withdrew after Tajima Uchiha, the head of the enemy clan, to mine, asked to withdraw. I had watched the man who had been my father's opponent leave. I signaled to Hashirama that I was going to teleport to my lab. my big brother had no doubts and surely passed the message to father. I had to catch Tajima Uchiha before I lost him completely. I didn't take too long to find him and knock him out. Izuna and Madara much too surprised hadn't had time to react to my sudden appearance.

I dropped the uchiha like a fat man, you only have the ground. I looked at it for a long time, memories came back to me. The man had also captured me like this for his birthday. And it's lucky for him because my birthday falls during one of our battles. so I had no trouble catching it. I proceeded to undress the older man. His wrists were now tied with a red silk ribbon, for my own amusement I decorated his torso with a huge ribbon of the color.

I put myself between his legs now apart, I look at him gently this awake. The uchiha blinked several times in incomprehension.

Tobirama: Hello, did you sleep well?

Tajima: what the fuck?

Tobirama: what a welcome. I watch the man squirm. he wanted to kick me but he was too weak. I put a seal on your ankle, honey, you can't fight.

Tajima: Okay, maybe I deserved it with what I did to you last time- I cut him off from his tirade by putting my index finger to his lips.

tobirama: it's my birthday, and the present I want is you.

The uchiha said nothing at all, he just looked at me with his black eyes. Staying in touch with her beautiful eyes. I leaned into his chest letting my tongue trace it, sucking on his already hardened pink nipples after a few strokes. The uchiha hadn't been able to hide his roar, having his hands tied, he couldn't hide behind them.

my hands trailed lazily over her thighs, her hips, her legs, her knees. The man could only shudder at each touch, moaning mercilessly. I had trashed his lips, they were bleeding and swelling. his pale chest joyfully unwrapping from his ribbon, was a gorgeous array of blue and purple. With a smirk I spread her legs gaining a new blush.

Tobirama: Don't worry, I took care of you while you slept. I say, pulling down my pants and my boxers.

Tajima: This.. It's a bit of a viol.

Tobirama: hmm? Do you mind that I did it in your sleep?

Tajima: Well... I would have liked to see it.

Tobirama: No need to blush, my dick is better than my fingers anyway.

I didn't bother to warn the man, I teased him a bit with my glans against his anus. I blushed feeling him hold his breath, I go inside him, he let out a sigh of pleasure. My god his birthday present was amazing this year. Holding him by the hips, I started kicking him. The uchiha was redder than the sharingan himself, he had that lewd expression you usually only find in hentai. I enjoyed slamming more and more at his begging demands. I couldn't help myself when I saw him coming. A nice, satisfying feeling swirled around my chest after pouring into him.

Tobirama: I feel Madara and Izuna are some distance away from us.

I watch the uchiha catch his breath, I put my pants back on properly. I remove the seal and tape from the older man's wrists.

Tajima: I still can't move...

Tobirama: it takes time for the seal to dissipate, beloved.

tajima: you dude, you're lucky it's your birthday or i would have killed you. I just walked away with a smile on my face hearing that.

END.

[sukirichi]

sweet lies (m.)

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations. 

“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.

“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”

You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner. 

It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.

If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.

He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.

“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous. 

But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous. 

“I don’t like you here.”

“Aw, sucks for you.”

“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.  

Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder. 

He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.

“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”

There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.

“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You never hold back with your words, huh?”

You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”

“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart. 

Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact. 

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. 

“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes. 

Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”

In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”

“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”

“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”

In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised. 

He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now? 

Silly girl, you chastised yourself. 

“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”

“Go away!”

Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.

The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story. 

A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.

Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?

Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.

Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses. 

You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.

You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.

The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”

“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You’ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds. 

Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.

He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.

Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.

Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him,  eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin. 

If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead. 

He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage. 

“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”

“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”

His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”

“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses. 

His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.

Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded. 

“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”

You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”

“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”

“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”

“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”

“How much have you heard?”

“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”

He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.

Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down. 

You were fuming. 

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”

“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from. 

“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”

Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.

Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.

You fight back the urge to huff. 

Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.

“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”

“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”

“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”

Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”

“Sure.”

“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”

“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”

“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”

Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop. 

You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.

As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!” 

The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward. 

That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.

You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”

“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination. 

Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”

You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”

Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.

“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.

His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.

A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.

How was it possible to be this much turned on?

By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it. 

Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.

Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.

He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.

“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then. 

Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.

For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.

Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.

He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.

You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.

He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life. 

With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”

Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel. 

The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you. 

He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”

His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him. 

He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away. 

Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”

“Next time?” 

You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.

“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”

“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”

Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?

In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi! How are you?? I hope you are well and healthy 💞

I show up again because bro oh my god what I found in Tumblr made my head explode in a galaxy of probabilities lol.

I write the phrase in question, so you can see it with your eyes.

❛ I don't bite. unless you like that sort of thing. ❜

MY HEAD JUST SCREAMING FEZ EVERYWHERE. (I also partly know why that guy is my weakness. WHY DOES GOD HAVE TO BE SO BEAUTIFUL?!)

So I leave it in your hands to be inspired and if you want to make an imagine with that phrase. Scenario, the one you want or decide. How is it comfortable for you and what you can imagine, because bro I'm amazed right now

Thanks for listening🤭💖

Pd: this gif shows how I'm dealing with my neurons right now

Dude I love when you request things. You're too fucking funny, also I love the office gif, it's much appreciated.

I can work with this prompt😉

My hands soothe up his shoulders as his eyes bashfully avoid mine, the thumping music booming around us as his fists clench in his lap. I didn't expect to see my ex boyfriend in the club where I work and perform, not realizing that he would ever approach me here where I was working.

We broke up over a stupid fight weeks ago, an argument that I don't even remember the start of, ending with me slamming the front door in his face and leaving his house prompty. We hadn't spoken since that night a few weeks ago but I guess that was his reason for coming tonight.

To talk.

At a strip club.

"I jus' wanted to talk." He pipes up finally, his eyes finding mine as my eyebrows tick up, enjoying the flustered look on his face as I swing my hips, leaning down a bit to brush my nose against his.

"Why didn't you just call me then?" I ask, my eyes flickering over to the bouncer who sends me a cautious look. I just brush him off, turning back to Fez with a sultry smile.

"New where to find you." He shrugs simply, his hands stuck at his sides as I turn around, bending low as my hips shake. I hear him audibly suck in a breath, my smile growing at his bashfulness. "So can we talk or some shit?" He asks, my eyes rolling as I settle my hands on my hips, staring down at him.

"You're looking at me like I'm a ticking time bomb, Fezco. Relax a bit." I chuckle, my hands resting on his thighs as I kneel between them. My lips dance up his neck, pressing a simple kiss against the shell of his ear. "I don't bite Fezco," I whisper, feeling him shiver under my touch, "unless you like that sorta thing."

[mackenzielovee]

ambivalence blurb: nostalgia - rafe cameron

a/n: hi i'm back again!!! i love writing for these two bc it's just so comforting. i will never stop. pls enjoy and as always, let me know what you think! xoxo

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, swearing, intoxication

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You sit on your couch in between two large gift bags, your mom on your left and Wheezie on your right. You'd told Rose you wanted your baby shower to be small, and she ultimately agreed to hosting it in the guest house. You had (mistakenly - you now realize) assumed that she would listen to you; pick up a few sandwich platters, have mimosas for the guests, and make it as relaxing as possible.

She did have mimosa ingredients, but everything else was different.

She'd gone all out - with the help of your mother - decorations and balloons lining every inch of the room, various foods piling up at the bar, and she'd seemed to have invited the entire island.

The worst part was, she'd told Rafe he couldn't be there. Now, as you sit on your couch and open presents in front of a few people you know and what seems to be forty other strangers, you look around for him subconsciously, hoping he'll pop out of thin air.

"This one's mine!"

You look up for the voice and match it to one of Rose's friends, a woman you'd met at the Club before but didn't feel like you knew her well enough for her to be standing in your living room.

You smile politely and, with one last search for Rafe, who you know won't be here, you suck in a deep breath and shove your emotions down. You feel selfish as you have the impulse to cry, kick everyone out, and demand Rafe come home. A large part of you is just extremely uncomfortable without Rafe's presence, as he knows exactly what you need with one glance.

When you reach into the bag, you pull out a large, stuffed, cartoon-looking elephant. He's smiling up at you and your eyes fill with tears, because one thought pops into your head.

Rafe would hate this.

He'd say it's ridiculous, that your baby isn't going to need a stuffed animal that big, and that it would take up more of the crib than your son.

"Thank you so much," you smile genuinely up at her, hoping it shows through.

"Oh, of course, dear. My Elliott had one when he was a baby, and I never had to get up once during the night! Mostly because I made James do it, but I'm sure the elephant helped, too."

It's meant to be a joke and everyone laughs, while yours is more of a wince. The thought of making Rafe get up every single time makes you feel sick. Mostly because you know he'd do it with no complaints. You just don't want to be selfish with him. Ever.

The room goes immediately silent when there's a crash in the kitchen, making everyone turn their heads. With the crowd, you can't see in there but you're sure someone just dropped something by accident. Your ears perk up when you hear them.

"Nice going, dumbass."

"Dude, I thought it was plastic."

"Does this look like plastic?"

"Yes."

"No, it-"

"Would you two shut up? This is Y/N's baby shower and if you two mess it up-"

"Rafe?" you call, your voice desperate and weak.

He steps into view and you swear you can breathe again, just the sight of his blue eyes and untamed hair calming something deep in your chest.

"Hi, sweetheart," he smiles, and upon further inspection of you, his face falls, "Are you all right?"

You nod and smile in an attempt to convince him, but he shakes his head and starts over to you, charming every single female guest on his way. He says various 'excuse me's and 'thank you for coming's before he reaches you, squatting down in front of you and setting his hands on your thighs.

"What are you doing here?" you ask gently.

He hikes his thumb over his shoulder, "Boys had presents. Wanted to give them to you."

You look over his shoulder and spy Kelce and Topper at the counter, both smiling and waving when your eyes meet theirs.

"Ooh! Mimosas," Kelce grins, picking up the champagne, "Y/N, you don't mind if we stay, right?"

"We're not allowed," Topper hisses, but swipes a champagne flute full of orange juice and alcohol anyway.

You're relieved when you look around and everyone has made themselves busy with conversation, and when you look back down at Rafe, he gives you nothing but a reassuring smile.

"Rafe," you say quietly, tone warning him that you're about to request something.

He doesn't miss a beat, "Yes?"

"Please stay with me."

His eyes soften, the blue piercing your heart the way it always does. Without hesitation, he shoos Wheezie off the couch, then tugs the gift bag to the floor, pulling you into him the second he's seated.

"I'm sorry I left in the first place," he whispers in your ear, "I told Rose to keep it low-key."

You pull back from his embrace and give him a small smile, letting him press a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes flicker down to the elephant sitting on the other side of your lap, so you quickly tuck it back in the bag you pulled it from. While you're distracted, Rafe looks over at Rose and rotates his index finger in a circle, motioning for her to wrap this up. She nods and he relaxes, trusting her to take care of it.

Rafe keeps an arm wrapped loosely around you for the remainder of the baby shower, being the main spokesperson for 'thank you's' and laughs exchanged because he can tell you're exhausted and hanging on by a thread. After another hour, filled with little kisses from Rafe and multiple mimosas for Topper and Kelce, Rose gathers the crowd up and offers her living room to continue mingling.

Everyone files out slowly, including your mom, who promises to come back and check on you before she leaves. You sigh when the door shuts, collapsing into Rafe's chest like you'd just run a marathon. Topper and Kelce remain in the kitchen pouring champagne into three drops of orange juice.

"Y/N, guess what I bought for you!" Kelce demands, thrusting his champagne flute up in the air as if to say 'cheers'.

You turn your head and smile at him, "What, Kelce?"

"Actually, Maddie picked it out. She's so amazing, she hopped right on her phone and found it and I just couldn't believe it. I mean, she's so thoughtful-"

"For the love of God," Topper groans, "You're Rafe 2.0."

You chuckle and then close your eyes, relaxing into Rafe's body. He kisses the top of your head, then drags his lips down your skull and pressing them to your ear.

"Can you give me one sec?"

You nod and sit up, letting him escape from underneath you. He turns and watches as you cuddle back into the couch, while he hurries into the kitchen. Kelce thrusts a mimosa into his chest and smirks.

"I'll go keep your wife company," Kelce grins cheekily at Rafe, attempting to side step him.

Rafe pauses, only for a moment, and revels in the fact that you will soon be his wife. He loves the way that sounds.

"Leave my-" Rafe pauses before the word wife can slip out, no matter how much he wants to say it, "Leave her alone. She's exhausted. You guys need to take off."

"Bro, lighten up. Have a drink! We'll watch-"

"I'm not watching The Fucking Notebook," Topper cuts in, smacking Kelce on the chest.

"It's her favorite," Kelce frowns.

"Focus on your own girl, please," Rafe grunts, "I'll order an Uber."

Topper nods, downing the rest of his drink with one gulp, "We'll wait out front."

"I want to hang out with Y/N," Kelce frowns at Topper, who rolls his eyes.

"Come over tomorrow, both of you. We'll grill and everything. Y/N's been craving a burger anyway."

"Fine, I'll bring her favorite potato salad. Maddie will come too, if that's okay," Kelce says.

"That's fine. She loves Maddie."

"I'll bring the beer," Topper steps in, snagging a plate off the bar and filling it with snacks before he inches toward the exit.

"Thanks for coming, you guys," Rafe says.

Kelce breaks away from Rafe and hurries into the living room, setting his gift and Topper's on the coffee table in front of you and then laying a quick kiss to your cheek.

"Thanks for the present, Kelce," you call out, barely able to open your eyes.

"You got it, mama," he whispers, then rushes back into the kitchen and steals a cracker from Topper's plate.

The boys bicker while Rafe walks them out, all of them making promises about tomorrow before Rafe finally closes the front door. When he steps back into the living room, he smiles softly at you falling asleep on the couch.

He walks over and starts picking up tissue paper laying around on the floor and bagging it up, doing his best to keep the noise to a minimum. You stir and pull your eyes open just as he about finishes up, stumbling upon the bag with the elephant in it.

"Rafe," you call out, waving your hand aimlessly to try to grab him.

"Sweetheart," he says, then holds up the elephant when you open your eyes all the way, "What the hell is this?"

You grin and sit up, "Elliott loved it when he was a baby."

He furrows his eyebrows and scoots closer to you, "Who's Elliott?"

You laugh, reaching for his hand and finding it in your lap already, outstretched for yours.

"Doesn't matter. C'mere."

He smiles and slides onto the couch, looking around the room at all of the opened gifts waiting to be put in the nursery, along with the crib Topper and Rafe put together.

"Lots of loot, huh, baby?" he teases.

"Tons," you agree, "Let's open Kelce's."

Rafe leans forward and grabs the bag, then hands it over to you. You smile and remove the tissue paper, handing it to him without even realizing it and watching as he puts it in his garbage bag. You pull out the soft material your fingers wrap around, and when you see it, your eyes fill to the brim.

Kelce, or rather, Maddie, got a baby blue onesie with the words Little Cameron put on it. Rafe chuckles when he looks at it.

"That's cute," he says with a smile.

When he hears you sniffle, he tenses and shifts his body so he has a better view of your face. He frowns, pulling you closer to him.

"Oh, sweetheart, what is it?" he asks.

"It's cute," you say, voice thick, "So cute. And we're cute, and our baby will be cute, and our wedding will be cute, and- Rafe. We're not even married."

He tries to contain his sympathetic laughter as he sees your expression, cradling you only closer to him.

"Not yet," he corrects, "We can get married now, if that's what you want. Right now. I'll get your coat."

He smiles and attempts to stand, laughing fully when you grab onto his shirt and force him still. He plants a kiss on your forehead before he can even think twice about it.

"Not right now," you say, "As tempting as it is. Can't wait to be your wife."

He bites down on his lip to hide his smile, "Me neither."

"Open Top's," you demand, pointing to the other present on the coffee table.

Rafe leans forward and digs through the bag, peaking at the contents, then stuffing it back in without showing you. Your eyes follow the redness traveling up his neck and to his cheeks, swearing under his breath.

"What is it?" you question, sitting up with curiosity.

"Nothing, baby," he shakes his head.

"Come on, show me," you chuckle.

Rafe sighs and then thrusts the bag over to you. You dig through the bag the same way Rafe did, choking on your spit when you find a box of small condoms in your hand. Rafe scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"Fucker," Rafe curses Topper.

You laugh, then lean over and kiss his cheek, "Stop. We'll have to give them away, they'd never come close to fitting you."

Rafe smirks, "You're right. Although, I'm never putting another one of those on again. If we have ten kids, I'm good with that."

"Rafe," you warn. He laughs.

"I think it's time for a nap. You're tired, which means he probably is, too," Rafe's eyes flick down to your stomach.

"A nap sounds perfect," you agree.

Rafe stands you up and leads you into your bedroom, tucking you in like a kid and giving you a quick kiss before he escapes the bedroom. He wraps up all the leftover food, organizes the gifts, and cleans up all of the leftover garbage. All while you rest, taking care of the baby he's desperate to meet.

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