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scenesniper · 4 months

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JJK men hitting us from behind so hard the bed breaks?...🤭

❛ HIT IT FROM THE BACK! ❜ jjk men

sukuna, toji, choso, nanami, gojo, getō. jujutsu kaisen men breaking your bed and your back

total wc. 2.3k

warnings. afab!reader, toji's broke, bed-breaking, hair pulling, squirt kink, dirty talk, hitting it raw, overstim, impact play, praising.

an. omg yum yum

NANAMI ☆ KENTO.

he breaks the bed on accident.

he’s so sweet about it too, despite rearranging your guts. he even promises to buy a new one.

doesn’t mean to of course, it’s accidental. sometimes nanami can get a bit too rough sometimes, a good firm grip on your hair, yanking it with just enough force while presenting you spank after spank against your ass.

“jus’ like that, princess,”

he groans, his hips were just nasty…

thwacking and smacking against you it made your ears rings — beads of sweat ran down the side of your forehead as you bite down on you lip, tediously feeling your legs just quiver and jolt with his fit body bodying yours. rocking and rocking.

“always know how to take me. such a good girl.”

snap

“…w-what happened? kento?”

you moaned, you get a cool rush of shivers race down your spine from the way nanami playfully skims his fingertips down your back. the sweet scent — aroma of you and him, pressed against each other was bittersweet.

nanami slows down a bit, but he doesn’t stop completely. his hips shudder mid thrust and you bite your lip, he’s rolling himself against you and it’s just mouth watering.

his strokes was just pure bliss. appetizing in all the best ways.

the headboard was just about to fall on top of you but he catches it — his muscles flex, although you can’t see, you’d bet he’s got a grin on his face. “nothin', nothin'. jus' sit pretty 'n keep facing this way, sweetheart.” and you’d gasp from the off guard ass smack before he rubs it, you hiss from the sting.

the curve of nanami’s dick reaches deep in places you never imagined could be touched — his girth, it’s got you clenching nonexistent pearls.

the headboard was split in two but he didn’t care, all he cared about was making sure your pussy knew who it belonged to.

“o-okay…”

you whined, just being shoved and rammed against the fat pillows.

even if he was rough with you, he’d never forget to shower you with multiple praises. making sure it never leaves one ear and out the other with you. nanami was a gentleman.

he’d make you feel like a slut with his dick but treat you like a queen with his praise game. “f-fuck.. arch more for me baby, want you to feel everythin'.”

FUSHIGURO ☆ TOJI.

always pushing the agenda that toji fucks mean.

he likes to fuck in a certain position, specifically doggystyle sure — but even better when his foot presses against the back of your head. he only saves this for when you’re being a brat, which is often … 90% of the time.

“girl if ya don’t stop fuckin' runnin'. been beggin' for dick all day 'n this is the thanks i get.”

he’d snarl. his angle was so deep, thick cock pumping in and out of your pussy. your head’s being smushed against the padded cushioned mattress at feeling the soft fabric of toji’s sock press against the back of your neck.

you let off a whine, feeling that feeling brew up inside of your deepest parts…

“t-toji, ‘m gonna cum.” you’d moan, not even recognizing your own pathetic shaky voice.

it’s dumb, you're choking on your own saliva.

he’s rocking his hips against you, you’re bawling the bedsheets into your hands before a rupturing crackle sound disrupts the mood.

“fuck,” toji grunts — pausing just briefly, the bed ends up pressing down from the weight, the frame ends up becoming unstable and collapses.

he’s still got a yanking tug on your hair, balls deep. you raise your head to see what happened but he just shoves you back down.

“stop bein' nosy. yeah yeah the bed broke but y’er greedy ass pussy still needs attention.”

he’s still drilling into you again..

your cunt clamps against him, and you dig your teeth into the fat parts of the white thick mattress.

he’s just so mean with his hits, he makes sure you feel everything, you’re dramatically moaning into the bed — jerking and jerking against him as his fat tip rests inside you. stirring up your insides everywhere to where your eyes roll back.

time and time again, you’re speechless… mouth agape and eyes just buck open.

toji’s got such a angle, the back of his foot just driving against the back of your head.

he grumbled out swear words about how sloppy your pussy was for him — swiping a tongue across his lip, across that damn scar.

“…y’er buying the new bed by the way. ain’t got enough money for that shit. but i bet you do, sweetheart.” and he spanks your ass before you could reply. “yeah, what i thought.”

SUKUNA ☆ RYOMEN.

isn’t even phased at hearing the sudden abrupt sound of the headboard shattering into two pieces — plummeting into the ground.

sukuna doesn’t bat a eye, he’s so into you it, pinning both of your arms behind your back as he’s ramming, bullying his fat dick between your walls.

“look what ya made me do, princess,” he huffs out, bringing an arm to his forehead, discarding the ran down sweat-beads racing down the sides of his arched eyebrows.

he leans up close, making sure your ass remembers every inch of his. wrapping a hand around your throat, his long nails softly tickle against the middle part of your neck. he licks the side of your ear and you whimper out in ecstasy.

“this pussy’s so unstable, made the bed break. shame shame..”

“but r-ryo,” you’d moan out, and he’s hitting you so good, your back does that infamous arch that always gets him hard. he hits his fangs into his lip watching you lose yourself — staring at the filthy recoil of your ass from each singular thrust. “right there p-pleas—”

“oi. don’t tell me how to fuck, little girl.”

he yaps, rutting himself against you, and he was buried balls deep to the damn hilt.

his fat base continued to thwack against your very core and you’re trembling underneath him. as soon as he reaches that spot with his dick, you’re seeing straight white. his hits scratches that itch, you’re drooling all on the sheets like the dirty girl you were.

his smacks he presents against your ass rings throughout your ears, so loud it’s just reverberating.

“…pleasepleaseplease,” you pleaded - he raised his leg up for a through angle, and at this point he’s just fucking you stupid. eyes crossing absurdly — he’s still got your wrists tied with his own grip of it.

you’re chasing your breath and his cock is so heavy it’s got your legs just shaking in horror. you could barely keep up with his pace and his stamina was just godly.

“beg some more for me. make me believe it,” he rasps. a wicked smile pursing onto his lips, and he flips you over only to smack his tip against your pussy, his angry tip mashing against your folds and he sucks his teeth as he watches you stare at him. awaiting. “go on. talk to me nice or i ain’t finishing.”

GOJO ☆ SATORU.

breaks the bed on purpose.

the material was pretty cheap anyway — but the frame was barely sturdy. gojo usually fucks you in doggy but this time, he’s got you laid flat on your back. knees shoved up towards your chest.

“s-soo good for me, babe,” he’d grunt, feeling a cool shiver run down his spine, he’s stuffing you full of lengthy extensive inches. “damn it.”

his girth, stretches you out ten times more. it’s got your legs twitching and bouncing back against your skin. gojo’s moaning just as loud as you, he can’t help but to be vocal.

you milk him every single time and he grows addicted to watching his own cum spill out of your pussy, only to pout at it ‘going to waste’ in his terms.

“soak it up f'me…” he’d whine, plugging his thick cock back inside after pulling out to watch the mess come out slowly in spurts.

you hear him swallow, not pausing his movements for a split second before that’s when you hear a shrieking splitting sound of the headboard breaking, crashing down and you flinch.

“did you just break the bed?” you gasped, your legs were as good as numb — he gives you a look that basically says, and…?

gojo leans up against you, sneaking a kiss near the side of your mouth before pushing yours up against your chest just a bit more.

“pft what..? oh, nevermind that, baby…”

he pants, and he gives you that look. he’s huffing and puffing, muscles that glistened with sweat were flexing throughout each second.

his biceps that were beside your body tensed, and even his breathing is attractive. his smell…minty and loud cologne. you moaned, he’s still got his dick concealed inside of you, you’re so full you can barely think let alone comprehend anything.

your shaky hands make its way onto gojo’s beefy arms and he grins, leaning into to kiss the top of your forehead before starting up his salaciously lustful pace — your jaw is just dumbly hanging open, repeating his name again and again and he chuckles. “hold on to me, yeah? bed’s broken so might as well go all out..”

SUGURU ☆ GETO.

with geto, it just sort of … happens.

he’s more playful with you in bed. a rough hand of his attached to the back of your neck.

such sultry skin slaps ring across the room and geto’s just so thick, you mouth starts to water as he continues to piston his mean hips against you.

“take it, take it baby. fuckin' take it. c'mon, ‘s good. want you to have all of me.” he grunts.

his tip reaches deep and your brain is fried, spasming with much needed craze.

he’s go such a deep angle and the arch your back gives him makes him show a faint toothy grin.

you let out a surprised squeak once he spanks you but seconds later — the bed frame ends up collapsing, a loud creaaaaak noise. the supports hung near the back ends up breaking and the both of you end of flinching before geto chuckles.

“oopsie daisy.” he murmurs, grabbing ahold of your waist.

pulling you more closer towards him and you moaned. he leans forward, and your back arched downward — you whimper at him starting to rub against your clit.

“hey hey,” he coos, the angle he’s giving to you has you nearly losing composure, “..don’t get distracted, i can always buy a new one, princess.”

“s-suguru,-‘m gonna-cum-againnn,” you’d spit out.

your voice was whiney and all. his dick stretched out deep inside to where the angled hits he was giving you hit you right where it needed. your mouth opened and you sobbed out a, “oh my g-god,” whilst he’s still rubbing circles against your pussy — got you bent over him like some slut.

“shhh, no more talkin' angel. i want you to hear how sloppy your pussy is for me.”

your legs feel like jello — just shaky and shaky, he spanks your ass a few times before he maneuvers mean circles against your throbbing pussy that’s nearly reaching its peak.

“ya gotta listen to it baby,” he whispers, using his entire wrist to rub against between your legs mid-fucking — you’re biting your lip, nearly about to burst and his low raspy laugh makes pulsate embarrassingly.

“mhm. it’s okay, i know,” he coos before playfully tugging your hair back, leaning to lick a long stripe down your spine. “jus’ so damn wet for me. poor baby. my sloppy, messy girl.”

CHOSO ☆ KAMO.

is really apologetic once he ends up breaking the bed. even though you’ve been purposely teasing him to be more rough with you during intimacy.

“are- are you sure? i don’t wanna hurt you, princess,”

and his shaky hands hold against your waist. you’re propped up on all fours, awaiting for him to finish and his tone is so cute.

he’s timid…teasing you a bit by rubbing his tip against your achy pussy. dragging out a whimper from you before you nodded, desperately wanting him back inside. “y-yeah choso, it’s okay you can be rough. i can handle it.”

once choso’s rough — he’s rough…he’s got your pillow placed underneath your hips so he can slam you back against him.

his dick is so lengthy you can feel that delicious curve expand throughout yours walls so much that you’re just dizzy.

your knees pierce into the mattress and you’re moaning, hearing choso’s whimpered moans too makes you throb before he lets off a shaky breath, making you shift your ass up for him a bit.

“baby, y-you keep pushin' yourself against me. ‘s so hot.”

his grip is so degrading.

his dick was so hard it made him whine, you made him hard. this entire position had his head spinning.

the way you’re just lazily bent over for him. he licks his lips, deepening the angle while moving his leg a certain way and you’re practically being plowed into the mattress.

yet as he’s driving such force into you, the headboard cracks, it’s a loud shrilling sound and right when you were about to get off — it splits in two and choso’s eyes widens. “was it too much? ‘m sorry my lo—”

“don’t stop choso, please.” you begged, your cunt clenched for more. you could taste your incoming orgasm. legs were spread for him and the side of your head was nearly shoved against the sheets. “m-make me cum pleaseplease…‘s okay.”

“if you say so,” he whines, gliding his fingers down your back before picking up his pace again, and you’re so stupid — his hits had you sputtering out nonsense.

“s-shit princess, ‘m gonna cum if you keep hittin' back against me,” he sobs before grabbing a fistful of your hair, you gasp at how he’s just plainly fucking you stupid before spanking your ass only to caress it so you can feel the sting, “…drive me crazy, woman. 'm s-so in love with you.”

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scenesniper · 4 months

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imagine the jjk mens reaction when readers giving them a bj and when they say swallow she decides to be a lil brat & spits it out 🫣🫣

GOING DOWN ON THEM ☆ JJK MEN

sukuna, toji, choso, geto, gojo. their reaction to you being a brat when they tell you to swallow

☆ total wc. 1.8k+

☆ warnings. afab!reader, oral (m), degradation, hair pulling, brat taming, facefucking, praise, messy.

☆ an. this is so filthy i loveeee.

TOJI ☆ FUSHIGURO.

toji’s got a firm rough grip on your head—your strands interlock within his as he stares at you putting your mouth to good use. his nostrils flare at the sight of how messy you were, strands of your own spit pouring down your mouth and he grunts out a cursed, “f-fuckin' shit.”

your knees feel benumbed as it sunk into the depths of the carpet floor. bobbling your head up and down, up and down, a repetitive motion that’s got his beefy thigh clenching.

“gettin' close, girl. ‘s good, keep using that slutty tongue,”

and his voice shudders a bit. using as much stimulation as you could with your tongue. toji grunts once he finishes inside your mouth. it's a lot, it’s warm and it coats your tongue freely. the mere mutter taste of it has you squeeze your eyes shut for a brief moment before toji grips your chin. “swallow it now, baby. like ya promised.”

you stare up at toji before with a “pft,” you end up spitting it out with a huge grin—it lands on his lap and you watch his facial expressions change completely, he gives you that stare that’s practically just enough to get you moist.

“did you just spit it out…?” he grumbles, taking a glance at his shorts—using a thumb to swipe some excess of his cum from the side of your lips.

“sorry.” you snickered, and toji’s visibly pissed. for some reason, whatever it was just seeing his jaw slightly clench at your brattiness was sexy, deeply attractive. him being all stern because of your change of behavior.

toji glares. “you ain’t sorry,” and you gasp, watching him press your lips together with two fingers—intently giving you a mean serious stare. “since y’er apologizing, think you should make it up by cleaning my lap with your tongue, whore. get to it.”

CHOSO ☆ KAMO.

he’s so vocal whenever you’re sucking him off, the way your tongue polishes and flicks against his sensitive frenulum—it gives him shivers all over his body.

swallowing a lump in his throat, choso fails to maintain eye contact with you because he can’t stand to see your pretty face getting ruined.

“baby, y-you’re gonna make me cum too quick again,” he’d whine, his abs flex together as he’s trying to focus on his breathing. each time his plump tip reaches the roof of your throat, you gag and he always pauses to ask if you’re okay. he can’t help it—you’d give him a reassuring smile saying that’s supposed to happen, and he gets relieved, only to forget and ask and check on you again. “princess, you always k-know how to do it so well.”

choso massages your scalp with the edges of his soft fingertips, softly helping you pull yourself up his shaft and his right thigh is just bouncing.

he’s feeling everything build up and his moans were just so loud, slutty even.

“b-baby, 'm gonna shoot 'n your mouth,” he’d hiccup—his own voice becoming strained, you’re so sloppy with your throat it has his mind racing constantly, biting down on his lip he ends up releasing right inside to where it paints all on your tongue.

he’s catching his breath—a hand combing through his air as he’s feeling himself get a tad bit woozy from your tongue, yet hears you spit out his cum and he moans. “you’re so hot,” he whimpers, his voice was more of a murmur. “did i give you too much…?” and choso's voice lowers a bit, although it’s still cute and whiney—he grabs onto your chin and makes you nod. “…yeah? i’m sorry baby.”

but choso can’t help but lightly slap his tip against your dampened lips, opening his mouth before another moan escapes—shaking his head from left to right with a needy scoff. “actually, n-no i’m not. i’m really f-fuckin' not.”

SUKUNA ☆ RYŌMEN.

sukuna's just an asshole.

an even bigger one once you decide to be bratty, he can’t stand brats more than anything. so for you to even try to spit out his precious cum..

he’d be in manspread, pulling the thin fabric of his kimono to the side out of your way every few seconds—he grunts at the sloppy sounds you make, you’re bringing all your focus towards his base with your tongue, then towards his tip.

“good girl. no talkin' just take it,” he sighs, dragging you against his cock, a sinister grin pressed on his lips once he watches you stare up at him with glossed eyes, pretty lashes fluttering throughout each moment you blinked. your mascara was pretty much ruined by now. “got so much to give you.”

he feels hot, the tension arising within him makes him lightly pierce his fangs into his teeth—and once he came, he groans, feeling it trickle into your mouth in tiny spurts. a thick amount flows inside, and it’s so much it makes your cheeks appear big and its cute. “ya know what to do with it. swa-”

“…pff,” you’d spat, strings of his own seed running down your chin—such a mess. as soon as sukuna witnesses that and the frisky grin on your face, he narrows his eyes at you.

“now, little girl. i didn’t say spit, i said swallow,” he glares, sukuna’s voice pitched into a deep rasp.

a left hand of his that’s dug into the roots of your hair is fully attached—his claws softly graze against your scalp as he tugs on your hair. a slight yank to where you’re facing him. “diso-fuckin'-bediant little thing you are huh…lose the smile. better yet open your mouth. since you wanna do that, let me spit in your mouth 'n see how you’d like that, whore.”

GOJO ☆ SATORU.

gojo’s more on the dirty side—actually, he’s as filthy as it comes to you.

he doesn’t mind you swallowing just as much as if you don’t, but once you tell him that you’ll swallow he grows ecstatic.

“s-shit, eyes up here, babe,” he swiftly taps his thumb against your chin and you look up at him. gojo moans a awkward, “oh hey…” and he’s just about reaching his limit—you’re making him feel so good, he unoccupied hand gropes onto his thigh and he swipes a tongue across his lips. “fuck…your tongue’s gonna make me cum again.”

you’re making sure to use as much saliva, flickering your tongue and allowing it to roam everywhere—your gag reflex stimulates for a second the moment gojo’s dick tickles against the very back of your throat.

you run your wet lips against his mushroom-tip, using a free hand to play without yourself since you were already soaking as is, gojo shivers once he feels you start to plant soft kisses against the crown of his cock before seconds later—he ends up shooting a long stringy rope of cum down your throat. he swallows whatever pride he had left, and he feels a bit lightheaded as he slouches in his chair.

huffing and puffing out a whimpering, “love that nasty mouth of yours s-s’much.”

he stares at you, a needy impatient pout forming as he waits for it. waits for you to swallow, but you let it spill down past your lips, spitting it out and he dramatically gasps with a slight pout. “are you crazy? don't you know how much my cum is worth?”

he’s obviously joking, then again it’s…gojo. he leans down and brings you up towards him and wraps a hand around your throat.

“baby…gimme a kiss so it doesn’t go to waste,” and his voice sounds so pathetically sweet, he brings his shaky lips up to yours, stealing a long deep kiss. he doesn’t even care he’s licking his own cum from your lips—surprisingly it doesn’t faze him, he moans in your mouth like a slut, and that’s when you feel him reach a hand down your laced panties to feel how wet you were for him from before. “so sweet,” he murmurs, breaking away the kiss, his own strings of his cum departing as he licks your bottom lip. “wanna taste you more.”

SUGURU ☆ GETŌ

finds it attractive once you spit his cum out, because geto’s the type of man to find it amusing whenever you’re being a brat towards him.

he’s never really been one to put you in his place so to speak—but whenever he does, it’s heavily attractive. “all the way down, gorgeous, yeah…”

and he’s guiding your head slightly with a big hand over your head, up and down. his long hair’s messily tied back into a ponytail—his own hair tickles near his neck as he grunts from your tongue dancing and gliding against his tip. “you’re so messy. drooling all down your mouth. full enough?”

you shake your head, moaning from his words and he smiles, ruffling the top of your head before groaning. “i know, pretty thing like you…‘s never satisfied yet.”

his cock nearly created a bulge in your throat and he gets smug a bit seeing at how good you’re taking him—especially because of his size. his dick was pretty and lengthy, well trimmed with just a few specks of black hair decorating near his base. “fuck,” he’d swallow, and his voice gets high a bit—you stare at geto throwing his head back slowly, and his adams apple made an appearance as he bit his lip. “swallow every drop, princess. can you do that for me…?”

you gave him a subtle nod, and he flashes a cutesy awkward smile—caught off guard from how slightly vulnerable he was in this state, seeing you like this from having your mouth stuffed full always got him off. “f-fuck, take it baby. spit all over it. get nasty for me, yeah.”

once he came, it comes out a lot—velvety with a. sweet yet somewhat bitter taste as expected, your tongue swirls around his tip for a final time before you spit it out with a sly smile on your face.

“you little minx,” he groans, cupping a hand over your chin—gathering up a strand of his own seed and it coats his fingers before he pries your mouth open.

“i gotta baby you, is that it?” and your eyelids became low, moaning once you start to suck on his fingers that was coated with him cum and strings of your own spit. “aw. that’s it, just suck it like that baby,” only for geto to exhale deeply, stroking your chin before bringing his dick back towards your pretty plump lips. “open for me again, sweetheart. wanna ruin this throat some more. of course, if you’d let me.”

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— ❛ metamorphosis ❜

inspired by the greek myth of pygmalion and galatea, the sculptor who loved his creation so much he begged aphrodite to turn her flesh and blood so she would be his wife

› satoru x f!reader

› word count : 2k+

warnings : angst, m masturbation, mention of death but nothing explicit, readers a curse & a marble statue, something something be careful what you wish for (possibly gonna do a pt two because obviously reader came back wrong™)

Everyone who needs to know, knows how a curse is formed. Knows exactly where they come from and for the most part why. But Satoru could never wrap his head around why you chose to haunt him, and like this.

After your initial death it manifested as peculiar visions caught in his peripheral, a flash of white that dissipated the second any of his six eyes tried focusing on it. But the feeling of it, god it felt just like you. And it was so like you to play some elaborate little joke, even after death. As if your entire death had been one elaborate joke and not the second greatest heartache of his life.

He'd been careful, so painfully careful about controlling himself and not letting the despair of losing you suffocate him lest this be the outcome. He didn't want to see you that way. Instead throwing himself into teaching, into the present, lest he become shackled by the past even more than he already was. He tried so very, very hard to let you go.

But apparently it wasn't really up to him, because as the years passed you gained more and more substance, more form, and seemingly felt more emboldened to no longer hide in the corners of his eyes but forcing yourself front and center.

And what a odd form you took.

A statue. Innocuous at first glance but he was never one to take anything at face value. It was like you were carved by a sculptor par excellence, birthed not from chisel but as if from the universe itself. Every detail, down to the most miniscule, lovingly rendered in breathtaking relief. So much tenderness held captive in your hardened, unseeing eyes. A hand held aloft in an almost loving, beckoning position.

As the days passed he spent more and more time focused on you, on your appearance and looking at it not as a curse but perhaps the strangest of blessings. You hadn't come back as some thing all teeth or claws, in fact you never moved a muscle. Just like all the earthly sculptures bedecked in various museums around the world you stood much the same.

With each day came a new bauble he would fix to your marble form, a flower held here or there to your hair with scotch tape, his favorite scarf wrapped around your cool to the touch neck. This evolved into a sort of... ritual over time. It was something he took greater joy in than he would ever admit. Quiet nights spent murmuring to you, not minding that you never answered. You didn't need to. It wasn't as sophisticated as telepathy but just the same it was like he could feel your feelings in response to whatever he was saying while rearranging and redressing your stone body.

In rare moments when his fingers would brush against the stone he could almost swear it felt warm, as if just seconds away from giving beneath his fingertips like melting wax, and in the next second you'd be shrieking with laughter at being accidentally tickled by him.

Just like back then.

It did mystify him a bit, why you chose a marble statue and why you remain so silent and still. Maybe it would hurt too much otherwise, so he doesn't press you to speak or try to change your shape. It was just like when you were still here, he would've loved you no matter what so why would it be any different like this?

But still, he feels all the same longing he felt then. The need to touch you, hold you, see your back arching off his bed and feel your fingers gripping against his shoulder blades. The saccharine cries of his name from your lips, prayer like and spurring him on move deeper, harder.

His hands tremble against your inert ones, tears blurring you in watercolor relief as the world loses its focus. His breathing became laborious as he rested his forehead against you, always so cold to the touch. It did little to ground him against the tidal wave of grief soaked desire that rushed around his mind.

Without conscious thought his hand slid down his torso, palming at his aching erection through his sweatpants. It was obscene, even thinking about doing something like this with a curse but for better or worse he was devoid of thought in this moment. His lips pressed sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your alabaster skin as he rolled the waistband down, feeling his throbbing cock smack against his abdomen.

Satoru hissed feeling the warm weight of his cock in hand, the pressure felt good and a soft sigh fell from his lips as his eyes fluttered closed. Retreating into memory as his other hand gripped the frigid marble, so hard he was afraid for half a moment that it would bruise before remembering himself.

He licked the palm of his hand, wishing it was your tongue sliding against the veins of his cock before wrapping it around the shaft, stroking slowly at first and alternating to swipe his thumb over his flushed tip, practically dripping precum.

He's called back to a memory from early in your relationship, showering together for the first time mostly out of utility after being on a particularly lengthy mission. The way you'd slid your hands down his body, across his back and over his stomach had made his heart feel like someone strapped electric cables to it.

Its harder to hold back as he falls headlong into it, remembering how your hands looked wrapped around his cock, fingertips straining to meet around the full thickness of him. The thrill of it sends shivers down his spine, makes him pump himself faster.

You'd look otherworldly on your knees in front of him now, eyes teary and cheeks hollow as you struggle to take all of him down your throat but you were always so eager to please, especially when it came to him. Satoru can feel the coil tightening in his gut, and before he was truly ready it's already happening, thick milky spurts splashing against your skin and his balls throbbing so hard his thigh muscles even tensing up in response. It took monumental effort to keep himself steady, braced against your solid form as his cum decorated you with the most pornographic accessory yet.

As his breathing steadied he was overcome with the fact that he hates himself for this.

Hates you a little bit too.

How pathetic, to be reduced to masturbating against this lifeless vision of you. To play dress up with it. To speak and laugh with it as if it's his closest confidant.

Just as he felt himself on the brink of the emotional abyss of grief something caught his eye, making his breath hitch and it was as if all time stopped.

The color of the marble was different.

So subtle that he nearly missed it, but it was undeniable. Ever so slightly the pallor of your skin had shifted, as if the color was bleeding through slowly.

For the first time in a long while Satoru wept.

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scenesniper · 4 months

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(crawls pathetically in inbox)

okay hi hear me out

i found this video basically giving an imagine where the hero was smoking a cigarette while the villain was tied up in a chair. the villain has a smoking addiction and is getting withdrawal symptoms.

"with every piece of information you tell me, i'll blow the smoke into your mouth."

i was thinking of that but with eli clark as recluse 🙏

whatever gender the reader is, is up to you, i just wanna see this play out bcs its been in my head for so long

THANK U UR SO COOL BTW ‼️

HELLO! i'm sorry for the late reply, i've been taking irregular breaks from tumblr and writing in general! 🥲💔 but don't worry, i will be taking up on your request! it's such an interesting concept, i love it so much!!

thank you for requesting me! if it's okay, can you shoot me another message in my inbox on what genre (smut, angst, etc.) and format (headcanons, prompt, fic) you want this to be? thank you again for requesting me! :D i appreciate it so much 💕💕🥰

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scenesniper · 6 months

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RAHHHHHH im back again hi sinner’s box

anyways norton nsfw hc’s 🫨

- anon graves

𝒩𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒮𝓂𝓊𝓉 𝐻𝒸𝓈 .

Norton Campbell | "Prospector" x Gender-Neutral Reader Smut Headcanons .

warnings ; smut , oral sex , cunnilingus , praise , teasing , begging .

authors note ; kane . i see you . anyway i love nort SO much he's literally my pookie ... i knew i was gonna have a fun ass time writing this . i scan the entire fucking earth for norton things all the time BUT CAN'T FIND ANYTHING so I'm glad to produce for y'all ... anyway GO READ SHOO SHOO !! <3

✦ There's so much things I can think of for this man it's actually wild.

✦ I wouldn't say Nortons's too kinky.. but there are some things that drive him insane.

✦ A good example of that is hearing you beg. Hearing your pretty, breathless moans and cries of his name while he edges the life out of you just gets him not going, but revving.

✦ He also likes when you give him praise while he pleases you. Every time you tell him how good he feels while he's fucking you, you can feel his grip tighten and his dick twitch inside of you a little. <3

✦ Nort is so talkative. He doesn't shut up.

✦ He's always teasing you about how messy you get for him, how you're so eager to take all of his seed like a common whore.. moments later he turns into a moaning mess and gives you endless praise while stuffing his cock in you.

✦ It's almost like he's talking just to talk. He doesn't know what the fuck he's saying himself - he's too horny to make sense of his words.

✦ Norton. LOVES. Giving. Head.

✦ Definitely got a tongue piercing for that reason.

✦ He's so sloppy and fast, there's always a sticky mess all over your thighs and his face when he's done with you.

✦ He doesn't even do it as just prep anymore - it's a hobby at this point. Horny but busy? He'll give you head. Upset from a lost match? He'll give you head to calm down. Tired but horny? He'll let you sit on his face. He does it because it's fun. Norton also likes it when you suffocate him with your thighs while he does.. <3

✦ Nort likes you giving him head just as much, actually. Watching you choke on him while looking up at him with teary doe eyes has the power to make him nut on the spot - he has to hold himself back.

✦ His favorite position is Leap Frog. Debate me. You can't, I'm right.

✦ Norton loves to hold onto you while he fucks you into the mattress, your back arched and hips raised for him to grab onto. It drives him absolutely mad; I swear to you.

✦ He's an ass guy. A BIG ass guy. He'll smack your ass with no shame and pretend he did absolutely nothing wrong.

✦ He's unintentionally rough - he always apologizes afterwards, but he has yet to know that you enjoy it.

✦ Norton doesn't want to hurt you, is all. No one has really cared for him since you, and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he made you leave him, too.

✦ Because of this, he loves when you say you need him. He'll make you repeat it until you cum, enjoying the feeling of being loved and needed by someone for the first time in a while.

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scenesniper · 6 months

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Guided masturbation with Edgar? (Edgar guiding the reader)

hello! i applogize for the late response. i have just gotten back into writing. i don't write for edgar valden anymore.

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scenesniper · 6 months

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☆ "fool's gold" (norton campbell) ; general nsfw headcanons

pairing / "fool's gold" norton campbell x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / possessive, jealous themes, suffocation, overstimulation, mentions of being passed out, "hunting"

words / 869 words

⭒ fool's gold is, as we can all tell, towering tall so we know damn well he's packing down there. 8.5 inches and i'm not exaggerating, i am a high believer of 8.5 inches fool's gold.

⭒ fool gold looms over you and is mostly seen being next to you no matter where your destination may be. he follows you like a lost puppy that other survivors and hunters can't help but be galled that this unapproachable man could be so soft hearted.

⭒ fool’s gold simply fucks you like an animal in heat. he isn’t passionate more so, selfish and possessive over you. he’s quite rough, especially forgetting about foreplay at times and just goes down on you. please remind him! he isn't intentionally attempting to hurt you (most of the time). fool's gold isn't the most meticulous of lovers, but what he loves the most is listening to you.

⭒ at first, when giving foreplay, fool's gold would have his finger deep in you. however, it didn't felt right so he started to just eat you out right then and there. and when i tell you, fool's gold eats you out as though you're his last meal. he's a starved man for you. his tongue deep in you and knowing just where the right places are that'll have your toes curling.

⭒ kissing fool's gold is always a battle, a battle that you'd never win no matter. he'd always have you deprived of oxygen by the end of it and yet, each kiss is like no matter you've ever experienced.

⭒ fool's gold loves your chest. he loves to flick it with his fingers or run his cold, pointer finger down on it just to see the way your face contorts with shivers running along your body. and god, does he love to suck your nipples dry (yes i'm serious. this man pretends he's drinking your breast milk).

⭒ fool's gold loves to mark you in any way possible. a visible place where everyone could see his marked treasure. your neck, chest, hips, thighs. he completely marvels at his work after, you will never not be reminded of that love experienced that night every time you see your littered body.

⭒ he loves to bite you (yes, biting). he has a scary set of sharp teeth but rather, don't worry as it's mostly a nibble. however, fool's gold is easily and naturally jealous. he has a keen sense of smell and so, when he picks up a scent that seems to be too close to you, he'd absolutely start biting your neck until it starts to bleed with no hesitations. he loves to give you love bites, yes, but those times of frustration.. he just had to let it out at these kind of moments😪.

⭒ fool’s gold loves to receive rather than give. just stuff your entire mouth into his cock and he’d instantly fold for you. grunting, as he roughly guides you by the hair as he looks down on you taking in all of his length. your head, bobbing up and down, he’s completely entranced by your saliva streaming down your mouth.

⭒ fool’s gold isn’t verbal. if anything, the most you’d hear out of him are his occasional growling and animalistic grunts. despite that, he'd muster out some degrading name calling remarks to you that are compiled with loving praises as well. whether it be praising you for taking his dick, he'd manage to throw in some degradation as well (slut, whore, messy).

⭒ fool's gold loves to experiment with his positions. his one hand tightly binding you above your head while the other hand is completely exploring your body. or your body backed into a surface as he completely fucks you from behind. even the view of your back arching for him as he watches your head buries itself more and more into the pillows. he's completely lost for you.

⭒ fool's gold stamina is endless. once he starts, he can't stop. he fucks you endlessly, his cum deep inside your mouth, everywhere on your fucked face, your body sticky and drenched with his cum. even if you pass out from the overstimulation, fool's gold would continue going.

⭒ he loves your mouth. your lips around his cock, your mouth full of his cum, he can't help but tell you to open your mouth to spit in it. "open your mouth." his voice striking venomously. "now swallow." "good job baby.."

⭒ definitely into the "predator, prey" roleplay. he'd hunt you deep in the forest, giving you a multiple of minutes head start only to catch up to you in mere seconds and taking you right then and there in the forest. your fear draws him in more in which he'd have you backed up against a tree or rather, fuck you as he holds you around his body.

⭒ fool's gold always seems to have his hand around you which would always be a tight grip. fool's gold wouldn't think much of it since in his eyes, you're practically "his" all inside and out. once you've captured his attention, he has no plans of ever having you run from him.

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🔞bed breaking ft. gojo

warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut, creampies, "princess", daddy kink, dirty talk, no plot just pure horny from my melted 1 am brain!!

mmm gojo is fucking crazee 😖

so duh... sex with gojo is crazy too. erratic. sweaty. he has u in all imaginable positions all over the bed in the span of an hour. oh... two hours. oh ok... three hours. jesus... four hours? does he run out of stamina? uhhh... yeah if your pussy milks him too good, then he collapses to ur side. refuses to lay in the wet patch. spoiled prince. but he spoils your princess pussy with lots and lots and lots of creampies. and my fucking god he is CRAZED for creampies. loves stuffing u full!! loves seeing your pussy quiver when his cockhead pops out and ur hole spits cum out. he watches it dribble down your slit like its a wildlife documentary. makes stupid jokes during sex so u break down giggling in the middle, he slows and stills inside and laughs with you, feeling his dick throb, apologetically kissing u and thennnnnn he snaps u out of those giggles by shoving his cock up into ur guts n pounding away... grunting and gripping ur hips which are really truly his most favorite thing in the world. he goes harder bc he sees ur body jiggling under his imposing frame. such a big boy with a stupidly big dick to match. yk!! big cock for a cocky boy!! and he knows how to use it, which makes him so lethal in bed; he can make those legs shake then go numb and laugh abt it... "oh ur so fuckin' weak baby, yeah? too fuckin' weak to take this dick? aw my pretty little princess... she can't even take daddy's dick..." n he just fucks u deeper into the mattress while u weep n sob into the pillow, too full of pleasure to think. too full of his dick to think :( he has genuinely broken ur bed... MULTIPLE. TIMES. and he doesn't apologize for it because he doesn't think he's at fault. no it's not his animalistic thrusts when he's reaching balls deep inside u that's the problem... it's just a cheap bed that can't support him!! blame the bed!! "oh... lol i think u need a new bed... 🤭" he thinks its sooo funny that ur bed cant take his pounding and yet ur pussy happily takes the abuse. "wow... i broke ur pussy and ur bed in one night!! :) i deserve a medal."

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warning: drabble. dom reader. sub character. drabble. gender neutral. hand job. overstimulation.

kim dokja curls into himself, his fingers gripping at your freshly cleaned clothes as if that'll bring him back to his senses.

his entire body burns but he holds himself down from removing your hand.

"fuck, fuck... hn..." dokja pants loudly, his hips bucking and fucking himself in your hand wrapped loosely around his throbbing cock.

you asked the man to show you how much of a good boy he could be. it surprising how far he'll go to prove himself.

dokja's hand shoots out to grip your forearm as you dig your thumb in his slit, beads of precum rolling out and helping you in the process. you used it as lube.

"ah waitwaitwait!!" you quickly remove your hand, watching his squirm in your lap. he whines loudly, dropping his head in the crook of your neck.

he gulps, swallowing the little saliva he had in his mouth. he licks his red, and bruised lips, planting a gentle kiss to your neck.

"i never said to s-stop..." you rub his back, trying to soothe him through his denied orgasm. dokja grinds against you, panting into your ear as his sensitivity heightens once again.

"you don't have a choice."

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scenesniper · 8 months

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→ ANGEL'S ENVY + Gojo Satoru never really wanted to be a priest so it shouldn't really come as a big surprise that when he gets a pretty young thing like you in his office, professing all of your sinful thoughts and seeking guidance, he wastes no time abusing his Holy power to get you to give your body to him.

CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, sm.ut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, teasing, sacrilege, sin kink, missionary, unprotected s.ex, crea.mpie, manipulation, loss of virginity, hand.job, mouth fuc.king (with fingers), spit kink, dad.dy kink. Available on ao3.

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Gojo is, by no means, a model priest. When it comes to temptation, he lacks the restraint to avoid it. It’s especially difficult when his eyes land on a tight young thing like you walking around in sheer white clothes and that pretty golden cross resting between the valley of your brea.sts. How is a man supposed to act around someone as sexy as you?

The priest settles in his chair for the billionth time, bored as hell as he takes face-to-face confessions in his office. He assigns hail mary after mary to each mediocre sinner that unburdens themselves on him and has to actively stop himself from falling asleep. He’s about to fu.ck it and close up for the afternoon - not able to stand these annoying people that feel the need to seek out a priest over the dumbest things when a soft knock comes and interrupts his thoughts. One more, he promises himself.

He gulps and tries to slow his heart rate when you enter the room, silky dress clinging to your pretty body and when he feels his pants tighten at the idea of you having any degree of sin in you, but you’re here for a reason. You greet him and snap him out of his thoughts. “Hello, My Child.” He breathes out and gestures for you to take the seat across from him. “What do you have to confess?” He urges you, eyes shamelessly scanning you as if you can visually see the sin that you’ve come to atone for.

You grip the fabric of your dress and try to shake the shame that's always looming over you. He's a priest. It's his job to help you and remain judgment free. You part your lips (naturally pretty and plump, Gojo licks his own) and unburden yourself. Satoru listens closely as you confess that you’re here because you’ve been having these terrible urges lately. He asks you what these urges are, already kind of knowing but wanting so badly to hear the words on your tongue. “Well, these thoughts usually come to me at night but sometimes they come when I see a person that I’m attracted to.” You make a point to not mention that you're even having those thoughts right this very moment.

He's annoyed that you’re moving so slowly. Annoyed that you’re clearly too afraid to get the words out. “Explain, please. What do these thoughts tell you to do?” Father Satoru demands softy. He wants nothing more than to hear the subject of his fantasies to admit that she also fantasizes about him. Fu.ck, wouldn’t that be a dream? How lucky is he?

You shake your head and force the words out, knees rubbing together uncomfortably. “I feel the overwhelming urge to touch people.” You whisper the last two words, laced with shame. And while you’re fighting tears, you’ve got no clue that you’re getting the priest hard in his pants with your naughty little confession. “And to let them touch me.” He stands up quickly, nearly knocking his chair over but no longer able to hold himself back from tasting you.

He thinks he might be totally okay with going to hell. He’s 100% okay with burning for an eternity. Look at that body. It’s a fair trade. “I understand.” He swallows, tucking a stray piece of snowy hair behind his ear. He lies through his fucking teeth. “I’ve heard of this before.” Satoru crouches at your feet and looks up at you, big pretty eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I know how to help you but… you’ll have to try something new Y/N.” He watches as you suck in a breath, so nervous. So worried for your annoying little soul. You nod your head and surrender yourself to your trusted religious official. If not him, then who?

The priest allows his hands to rest on the plush of your thighs. He finds that it’s a job to keep himself from pushing them apart and taking you the way that he wants right then and there. He massages the flesh and stares at you to take in every reaction. It’s not long before your body melts into his touch and you’re leaning in for more.

Perv.erted priest that he is, he wastes no time planting sweet kisses to your cheek as he leads you over to his desk. The minor affection is enough to keep you entranced.

You know deep down inside that the way he's touching you is sinful and dangerous. This is wrong, you will yourself to say the words out loud. This is so wrong… but his rough palms feel so right on your body. You can't help but want more.

He stands between your thighs as you sit on the wood, rutting his co.ck against your clothed c.unt and getting the front of his pants slick with your arou.sal. You turn so pliant and filthy for him so quickly. When he can’t take it anymore Gojo pulls his belt out of the loops and unbuttons his slacks, leaving what comes next up to you. “You wanna go to heaven, don’t you?” You nod your head rapidly. The tears that were on the brink finally fell. Gojo places one hand on your cheek, the other’s fingers wiggle into your soft wet mouth to fuck those lips in the only way your innocent mind can conceive.

He's proud when you understand what he’s telling you to do, probably already having thoughts of doing this very thing before you even got here. You hesitantly place your hand over his cro.tch, fishing your fearful palm past his waistline. “That's right, love. Don't pretend to be shy.” He orders you. You listen to him, eager to obey the handsome priest… eager to please him as best as your virgin hands can. Your hand shyly works him until his skin goes slick with pre right on your palm. His fingers never stop moving against your tongue, the smooth surface so inviting. The urge to slot his c.ock in the pretty wet hole is almost too great to ignore. His hand fu.cks your mouth faster and keeps up the pace that your hand on his s.haft keeps.

You can't stop from moaning as loud as you need to. Doesn't matter who in the hallway of the church may hear. He's so skilled, definitely more than a priest - a man of Christ - should be.

Gojo grips your wrist hard, quick to stop your pretty little hand before he cu.ms in his pants. "How did a scared little virgin get so skilled with her hand, hm?" He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, drenched in your saliva, and plunges those slick fingers into his own mouth so that he can suck your spit off of them. You shudder at the filthiness and wonder how this can possibly be good for your soul. How could this help you overcome lust? Gojo pulls his girthy di.ck out of his pants and smiles down at you as he caresses your face, making you forget every troublesome thought that was in your hand.

Satoru gently lays you on your back against the hard wood of the desk. “So pretty.” He murmurs against your neck while he lines his di.ck up with your wet entrance. He’s ashamed to admit that he’s beyond happy that you were having impure thoughts. He’s so glad that you’re dirtied up. Won’t be much of a job getting you filthy for him. Gojo kisses the base of your throat and feels the harsh gasp rise up the tunnel and shoot out of your mouth when he pushes inside of you, splitting your walls open for the first time, snapping your hymen, and breaking your virginity all in one swift thrust.

A silent scream freezes on your expression and you feel the weight of the skin you've just committed on your shoulders almost instantly but you grip his shoulders, nails clawing at his flesh and let him use you as he pleases. The pain subsides after some time and you rut your body against his without even thinking of it, arms wrapped around him to pull him closer.

The priest fu.cks you slowly at first, giving you ample time to feel all of the sensations that come with s.ex and first times. He’s as gentle as his libido will allow him to be. When you unconsciously wrap your legs around his waist, inviting him to fu.ck himself deeper into you, he does exactly what he’s been wanting to do. The afternoon sun streams in through the window of his office and lights up your beautiful skin, sunbeam warming you up.

Gojo fu.cks you with quickening deep thrusts. “Fu.ck the sin right out of you, baby. I’ll save your pitiful soul.” He curses. All you can do is grip his shoulders and embrace his remedy. You’re thankful that the Father cares so much about your soul to help you this way, so blissfully ignorant of you. “Thank me.” He demands, wanting to hear you obey him and appreciate the service he’s providing you. Gojo picks up the pace, turning brutal, wanting to have you limping when you get out of his office. “Say it. Say thank you daddy.” You’re so tight around the circumference of his di.ck that he has to remind himself not to cu.m inside of you, lest he have to convince a lot of bible thumpers of another immaculate conception.

His d.ick pounds into you, nailing your virgin g-spot each and every time. "Ah, fuck!" You cry out, seeing white lights behind your eyes. The soft puk puk of the priest fucking your soaked hole bounces off the walls along with your fu.cked out moans.

You cry out, feeling your very first org.asm rush at you like an out of control train. It streams down your sore thighs and coats Gojo's co.ck in thick runs of fluid.

Gojo, who never had much self-control to begin with, loses that last hopeful shred and shoots his cu.m deep inside of you when he hears those words pass through your lips. “Thank you, daddy. Thank you so much for fu.cking the sin out of me.” You cry, clenching around him; a dry org.asm that knocks the wind out of your chest. He pulls out, dripping c.um all over your lower tummy. He pants from his hover above you, hand moving to rub at your body once more. Gojo brings a finger up to rub his sem.en into your skin - so possessive of him but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want another soul having what he just had. You’re his now.

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scenesniper · 9 months

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rip my ribcage open (devour what’s truly yours)

zoro x f!reader

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warnings: tummy-pusher zoro, squirting, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, prone bone, chokehold, slight breath play, creampie, violent imagery, religious imagery, bit of aftercare.

zoro thinks you might be trying to say his name.

he’s knelt between your legs, sitting back on his haunches and rocking his hips just enough to fuck you with the fat tip of his cock. there’s a rhythm to the unsteady rise and fall of your chest. short inhale, long exhale, the same way you always sigh his name when he’s reduced you to this.

tears dotting your lashes, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, hips bucking mindlessly trying to get him to slip in deeper.

fuck, you’re hungry for it.

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scenesniper · 9 months

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Yes! Another Creepypasta writer! Can i please request LJ with a Fem!Virgin!Reader? Headcanons please 🤍

Of course beloved Anon </3 your sins are my command 🙏

— ❝ 11 Laughing Jack x Virgin!Fem!Reader headcanons

NSFW tags: Corruption kink, praise kink, teratophilia, fingering, p-n-v sex, dacryphilia, marking/biting, mentionings of aftercare

There is not much warnings on this, but either way viewer discretion is advised.

At first, Jack would be giddy at the prospects of him being your first time. The way your innocents sputters as he playfully toys with you, teasing you with corrupted prospects of losing your time with such a monster like him.

Since it would be your "special" moment, Jack would go easy on you. Rather than being rough and hard on you, he'd spoil you with soft praises and experimental touches. He would love to watch what makes you tick, what makes you melt into his claws.

He would love to use and mutter adorable pet names for you such as "Doll/Dolly", "Princess", and "Sweets" as he gets your body adjusted to him. The way you feel a pool of arousal in your stomach as he gives you such sweet names made him extremely happy.

Lowkey, Jack would be a service dom. He would definitely value your own pleasure over his as he gets you fixated on him.

As he goes easy on you, he would love to stretch you open with his elongated fingers. Watching you mewl and moan out as you get used to the stretch, along with the pleasure that comes with it. Its fascinating watching how much you can handle just by his fingers.

Jack would love to watch you moan and squirm as his cock presses inside of you, twinges of pain and pleasure erupting from you. Watching as he slowly thrusts into your adjusting cunt as he makes you adjust to his stripped length. He would groan and bite his lip as you clench around him, digging his claws into the mattress as he attempts to go easy.

Watching tears well up in your gaze would be perfect for the clown to watch. Whether it be pain or pleasure, frustration or overstimulation, he wants to see you cry because of him.

Jack would make marks on you, watching you moan under him as he bites and sucks at your pretty neck. He would definitely leave faint scratches into your tender skin, watching you wince and adjust to him.

As you both kiss, Jack would adore to see the surprise reaction as he snaked his long, stripped tongue into your mouth. He moans as you gently suck on his tongue as he thrusts into you, making sure you take all of him.

He would definitely be possessive over you. After all, you would be his new toy. How could Jack ever break his favorite toys anyways?

He would spoil you with aftercare. Mumbling how good you were as he gently slides out of you, rubbing your sides with a paitent expression. He would wait as you wind down from your high, asking if you would need anything.

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