tldps-beautiful-boy

[tldps-beautiful-boy]

Kada took in a sharp breath, coughing it all out immediately after. She couldn't see much, though being in a room of black couldn't help with that. Where was she? Where was the hero? Her friend? Had he made it out? Was he looking for her? Had he left her? He wouldn't. He couldn't. He was her friend, bonded by cookies and contests. She wasn't dead. She was just trapped. She stood lamely, her body was screaming, begging for rest. It only wanted a minute or two on the ground. Eyes closed, breathing even, it was so tired. She was so tired. She just wanted-

"Come child," A voice called. She knew that voice, try as she might, she'd never forget it.

"Come, let's play," Kada's mother called, voice old and sweet. Too sweet.

"Mother, I..." Kada let her voice wane, body shrinking away from her mother's voice. She couldn't avoid the noise but she could surely ignore it. Her eyes connected with her mothers. They'd always been gray but these ones were cold. Colder than ever.

"We can play a game. Remember that game you loved?"

"I do, but mother-"

"Don't deny your mother one last chance to spend time with her child." Kada had been cut off by her mother's voice.

Memories came flooding back. Memories of her entire life. It seemed like even in death, she couldn't escape her mother's anger. Her hatred. Her vitriol. Kada never truly understood why her mother was so keen on having her if she seemed to hate her at every point in her life. Every breathing second of her life, since she could walk, her mother had been there to push her down. To make her fall.

She'd spent so long, thinking it was her fault. Thinking she had to be better. Better for her mother, better for her friends, better for her teachers, better for everyone. And so she became better. And so she worked harder. Worked herself right to death. And here she was. She'd become better. The best, in fact. And what did she win? A one-way ticket to the afterlife.

Just like that, the veil was broken. Her saintly mother turned to something that no god could fix. Black magic ran through her veins, prominent against her paler than snow skin. A poisonous tinge of green lay underneath it all. She looked so much worse for wear. Kada tripped over herself, scrambling backwards.

"You're not real. You're not my mother."

"Nonsense, child," She threw her hand out, "Come, let's play."

"No."

Her mothers face fell. Tears of black spilled from her eyes as she stalked towards her daughter. Outstretched hands became claws.

"You'll play. They'll play. They'll. All. Play."

Kada woke up in the ashes of the building. It was a historical monument, 'was' being the keyword. It was nothing more than rubble and chunks of its former glory. Burns covered the young girl but she ignored the pain, focusing more on the anger in her heart.

Taking what her mother said to heart, she decided exactly what to play: The villain

You were the sidekick to a super hero. You worked hard, doing all the labor while he got the credit but it's fine. Anyways, while saving people in a fire, you get trapped. You scream out for help, but all he does is stare at you. "Sorry, kid." He shrugs and leaves you there to die.

[tldps-beautiful-boy]

Fuck Me Like You Mad At Me

Pairing: TrueForm!Sukuna x fem!reader

CW: Smut...nothing more, nothing less. Just smut

Liquid flowed from your pussy, spilling out from who knew where. There couldn't have been any space for the cum from Sukuna to spill out. He was currently focused of getting both of his cocks inside you.

"Stop squirming. If you didn't want to be punished, you shouldn't have been a brat today." He chastised, letting your hole suck in another few inches.

You'd nearly forgotten what you'd done to have received such an unyielding punishment with every inch that Sukuna fit inside of you. You had decided to walk around today in a short silk robe, the fabric and shape had left nothing to Sukuna's imagination, not that he had to put much thought into imagining the body he'd ravaged so many times. What had possessed you to not only walk around half naked but also refuse to let him touch you for the whole day? You tried to search for an answer but your train of thought had been interrupted by Sukuna bottoming out inside of you.

You shifted on his dicks, clenching subconsiously. You'd been denied your orgasm for who knew how long. Time became a thing of the past, something you chose to ignore, focusing more on your own pleasure. All you knew was that two of his hands had been assaulting your nippled, the other two caressed your hips, and his dicks had been hitting everything you wanted them too. And he wasn't even moving yet.

"You like that?" Sukuna asked. You nodded. "You want more, brat?" Even as he was punishing you, he still didn't want to break you. Not completely, at least.

"P-please 'Kuna. I n-need you." You mewled, voice wavering.

He smirked at you. His beautiful wife. A laugh escaped him as he gave you what you asked: more. He set a violent pace, forcing your hands to grab his forearms with a knuckle whitening grip, though it didn't quite bother the curse. Your grip was like a light pinch to him, especially since your brain wasn't as focused on something as stupid as holding onto something when it had sweet, sweet pleasure to focus on.

Words escaped your brain as Sukuna pounded into you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull when a hand gripped your jaw. Sukuna forced your eyes to focus on him. You made eye contact and seeing your fucked out expression brought a cocky smile to his face. But you lost the connection as soon as you'd made it.

"You better not cum or else I'll make you stay up all night,"

Sukuna and his infinite stamina had no problem with that but you certainly couldn't stay up all night. So, with a whine and a few spilled tears from pleasure more than anything else, you held off the orgasm that'd been knocking on your door for an unbearably long time.

"Is my poor little brat sad?" He taunted, wiping away your tears with a snicker.

"Wa-wanna cum. Please, 'Kuna, 'm sorry." You whimpered out.

He mocked the pout on your face as his dicks hit your G-spot. Your hands squeezed his arms tighter, if it was possible. Your eyes pleaded with the smug King of Curses.

"Fine then," He relented with a sigh, acting as if you were inconveniencing him. He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. "Cum."

Your voice could have shattered glass with how high it'd risen. Relief washed over you as you finally let go of everything you'd been holding in. More tears escaped your eyes as Sukuna fucked you through your orgasm. He came soon after, as evident by the thick warm ropes of cum that painted your pretty pink walls white.

The world came slowly into view as you rolled your eyes forward to find Sukuna staring down at his world. He moved one hand from your hip and ran it through your hair.

"You sorry, brat?"

"Mhm," You whimpered, still trying to ground yourself.

"Good," He leaned down to kiss your temple. "Hope you learned your lesson idiot,"

Wouldn't mind learning it again. You thought to yourself, remembering that the King still had his dicks buried inside you.

"That can be arranged," Sukuna laughed out as he started thrusting. Had you said that out loud? Had he read your mind? However he found out what you thought didn't matter since you were currently focused on enjoying the pleasure your husband was giving you. You thanked your lucky stars as your husband gave you yet another reason to be happy to have married him. Quite frankly, you wouldn't have it any other way.

[tldps-beautiful-boy]

Thinking out loud...

CW: Smutty smut smut thoughts about Mattheo Riddle

Thinking about finding your boyfriend, Mattheo, on the dance floor of all places at a party. Finding him at a party wasn't all that uncommon, he enjoyed an opportunity to drink, smoke and fuck without a care in the world, but the dance floor was something he never cared to cross.

Thinking about him taking the opportunity to caress you. His hands were running all over your body as he inched closer to your lips. Capturing you in a lust filled kiss, you let the rest of the world fade away as you focused on keeping your knees from buckling.

Thinking about ending up under Mattheo in bed, naked and exposed under his studious gaze. His eyes worshiped you as he prepared you for his length. Lips marked your body as his fingers slipped in and out of you. Moans escaped from your throat as you felt yourself near your climax, only for it to be ripped from you. "Not yet, darling. I'd rather watch you come undone on my dick."

Thinking about how you prepared to whine, wanting to protest as you lay in bed, your body craving what it had just moments before. But your mental paragraph disappeared as you felt him slide inside you. He waited for your eager nod before setting into a brutally fast pace. A pace you could all but thank him for. Despite the noise from outside the room, Mattheo really only cared for the sweet sounds leaving your mouth.

Thinking about your brain refusing to work as Mattheo overloaded your senses. Mattheo knew that he'd fucked you dumb and that only made him smirk. "Look at my pretty girl. You look beautiful, fucked out on my dick." You let a moan fall from your lips in response.

Thinking about Mattheo making you hold off your orgasm because he wants to come with you. "Come on, sweetie. You can do it. Just hold on a l-little more." His thrusts became sloppy as he felt his climax near. Once given the go ahead, you let go as soon as you could. Your orgasm hit you like a train on a track. You let it come towards you, knowing there was no turning back. You reached out your wobbly hands, trying to grasp any part of Mattheo. He lowered himself into your arms, dick still inside of you. Aftercare could wait, the party could wait, sleep could wait. All you needed was a little more of Mattheo.

Thinking about him taking the two of you back to his dorm. Mattheo holding you in his loving arms. Shifting upwards to kiss him, starlight filled the room with a glow that only made him look more handsome than ever. You rested your head on his chest, tuning into his heartbeat. You both had found love in the most mysterious of ways. But you'd found it and you'd be loving each other until you were at least seventy.