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hollyoongs · 7 days

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THANK YOU, JAKE ✦ S.JY

pairing tasp!jake x news intern!fem reader

summary when you told your friend about the challenge that your boss put you on in order to work on the company, which was taking a picture of the amazing Spider Man, Jake makes it come true.

genre fluff

warnings both of them like each other, cameo of Jay and Ri-Ki, everything is NYC and I tried to make it short for the other one that I'm planning to make it in the future <3

a/n I can finally get this one up here, I'll do the second part with smut, but Jake's fluff is already needed in this profile. This is my last little present for my em @cmoundiamante (and worst of all, it's late, but I blame my country for that :p), but I'm glad to finally publish it. I know you had an amazing time on your birthday and I want you to look at this little gift as something that can cheer you up for everything you've been through, I'll be there for you and I hope you like it very much. shout out to the editor of THIS Jake Spider-Man, my jupi @glitterjay and also to my lovely moot @ja3yun, this is the spidey!jake I was preparing ;)

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It was one of those days where everything seemed to conspire against you. As you trudged through the bustling streets of New York City, your camera bag heavy on your shoulder, you couldn't shake off the feeling of exhaustion that clung to you like a stubborn shadow. The sweltering heat of the summer sun only added to your irritation as you made your way to the Daily Bugle, where you were interning as a photographer.

Your future boss, Mr. Jameson, was notorious for his gruff demeanor and demanding nature. Today seemed to be no exception, as he barked orders at the staff, his voice reverberating through the newsroom like thunder. Your friend, Jay, was massaging his forehead, and you couldn't help but go there first. He looked up to see you and gave you a tired smile.

"Rough already?"

"And it's not even 9 a.m." Jay spat in anger, and you opened your bag to give him some of the jelly you always carry around. He took them slightly happier, opening as he started talking again. "He's putting stupid challenges on everyone here. Rumor has it that he's getting jealous of the other newspaper company since they took the #1 place from us."

"Well, wish me luck." You braced yourself for another onslaught of criticism as you approached his desk, hoping to avoid his wrath.

"Ah, there you are," Mr. Jameson said, his tone dripping with impatience. "I've got a special assignment for you."

You felt your heart sink at his words, knowing that whatever task he had in store would likely be arduous and thankless, just like Jay said. But you nodded, steeling yourself for whatever was to come.

"I want you to get me a picture of Spider-Man," he said bluntly, his eyes narrowing in a challenging glare.

Your jaw nearly hit the floor at his request. Spider-Man? The elusive vigilante who swung through the city was a hero to some and a menace to others. Getting a photo of him in action was no small feat, and you knew it.

"But how am I supposed to…" you began, but Mr. Jameson cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"I don't care how you do it; just get it done," he said firmly. "And make it front-page material, or you'll be out of your ear."

With that ominous warning hanging in the air, you felt a wave of panic wash over you. How were you supposed to capture a photo of Spider-Man when you could barely catch a break in your own life? Desperation clawed at your chest as you racked your brain for a solution. He looked at Jay, and he was with his mouth open. She was simply screwed.

The hours passed slowly, and 7 o'clock of the night finally reached, which made you fly to the only place you find comfort at the moment. Shim Jake's place. Feeling all the weight on your shoulders, you sigh as you knock on the door. His aunt opens before your knuckles can touch the door.

"Hey darling… Oh no, bad day?" like a button, your eyes got watery, and she hugged you. You hold your tears as she loses you in the warm hug. "I'm going to buy food. Jake and Ni-Ki are in the room. I know what you like."

"You are truly the best, May."

"I know, darling. Go." She left you, and you entered the house, going directly to the Australian boy's room. You knocked, and you heard things falling.

"Who's it?"

"Who else, Ni-Ki? Come on, I had a bad day, and I need you guys."

"Hold on a second!" A few seconds passed, and Jake was the one who opened the door, his messy hair, sweat pant and big white shirt and hsi big glasses that made him look more handsome than usual in front of you. "Hey lensgirl, what's wrong?"

You went for a hug, this time with tears going down and your crying getting noticeable.

Jake was taken aback by your sudden display of emotion, immediately wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he murmured softly, rubbing your back soothingly. "What happened? Why are you crying?"

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself as you pulled away slightly. "It's just… work," you managed to choke out between sobs. "Mr. Jameson… He wants me to get a photo of Spider-Man for the front page, and I- I don't know how to do it. I'm so screwed, Jake."

Jake's expression softened with understanding, though you had no idea just how much he truly understood. "Hey, it's okay," he repeated, guiding you to sit on his bed. "We'll figure it out, okay? You're not alone in this."

Ni-Ki, hearing the commotion, poked his head out from behind the doorframe. "Jake can help," he said, and you could feel Jake getting tense. You looked up to Ni-Ki.

"What?"

"Jake knows Spider-Man. You could get the picture." You open your eyes as your eyes travel again to Jake's.

"Since when?!" You practically shouted at him, and he gave a shy smile, which you loved, but the thought of him being friends with the hero and not telling you was in your mind.

"I'll tell you right after you clean and calm yourself. You know what? Go to the bathroom." As you were protesting, Jake obligated you to go inside. The boys went straight to the room and locked it, Jake basically punching Ni-Ki for opening his mouth.

"Are you being serious?! Why did you say that?"

"You know I'm fond of her, and I can't stand her crying. And also, I'm doing you a favor; you've liked her since forever, and with this, you can make a move. And you know that she loves Spider-Man. I consider this a win."

Jake's heart raced as he processed Ni-Ki's words. He couldn't deny the truth about them. He had harbored feelings for you for what felt like forever, but he never found the courage to act on them, and because of the sudden powers he got after being bite by a spider, the dangers were too much to the point he would rather die with the secret in order to keep you save. That's how much he loved you.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. Keeping his identity as Spider-Man a secret was crucial, and now, with you unknowingly on the brink of discovering the truth, he felt the pressure mounting.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Jake turned to Ni-Ki. "Okay, okay," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "But we have to be careful. She can't know about this, Ni-Ki. It's too risky."

Ni-Ki nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I won't say anything else, I promise. Only you have to stay cool, you get to nervous around her. I'm surprise you're not right now" he assured Jake.

"Because someone open his mouth"

"Stop crying and be grateful. I pulled a move that you couldn't make for the past 4 years."

It has already been two days since that weird conversation and the explanation of Jake being friends with Spider-Man. It was so odd to you, but the most odd thing was when he told you by text, "I will send you the address where he's going to be."

And here you were, going into the alley for him to arrive. It was getting late, and you could feel your heart beating fast when you saw a few guys in there, cigars in their hands, their auras as bad as how they looked.

"Hey, sweetheart," one of them said, which you ignored completely.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you ignored the leering comments from the men in the alley. You clutched your camera bag tightly, feeling a surge of unease as you realized just how vulnerable you were in this dimly lit space.

Just as panic threatened to overtake you, a familiar sound cut through the tension—a whoosh of air followed by the distinct thud of impact. Before you could even process what was happening, Spider-Man descended from the shadows, landing gracefully in front of you with his trademark agility.

"Hey there, fellas," Spider-Man said, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. "I don't think the lady appreciates your company."

The men scoffed, eyeing Spider-Man with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. "And who are you supposed to be, huh?" One of them sneered, taking a step forward. You started taking your camera out of your bag, setting it up for a good shot, and to make it take as many photos as you could as both men focused on the hero.

Spider-Man's demeanor shifted subtly, his stance becoming more assertive as he addressed the group. "Let's just say I'm the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and I'm not too keen on seeing people hassle innocent bystanders, especially this pretty girl," he replied, his tone firm.

The men hesitated, sizing up the masked vigilante before them. But before they could make another move, Spider-Man sprang into action, his movements a blur of speed and precision. With calculated strikes and well-timed dodges, he swiftly incapacitated the would-be troublemakers, leaving them groaning on the ground in defeat.

You watched in awe as Spider-Man effortlessly dispatched the thugs, a surge of gratitude welling up inside you. Once the immediate threat had been neutralized, Spider-Man turned to you, his masked eyes meeting yours with a sense of warmth and reassurance. You took your camera and looked at the pictures, so many good enough to be front page material.

"Are you okay there?" he asked, his concern evident even behind the mask.

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you in his presence. "Yeah, I'm okay," you stammered, still trying to process the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded before you. You felt some drops of water falling on your face, looking up at the sky and wondering if more drops were falling. "Damn it, it's raining."

"Then let me take you out of here." without a warning, his hand wrapped around your waist, both of your bodies covering the camera. "Hold on tight lensgirl," you frown at the nicknmae. There's only one person that could call you like that, but you couldn't think much of it as you held dear life to him as he swang you around places.

You ended up on your apartment building—in your balcony, to be more exact—and the roof kept both of you off the water, you went inside for a moment to leave the camera in your bed and return. He was hanging from the ceiling as you watched him, forcing you to believe that everything that happened in the past ten minutes was not a dream.

"Don't you want to stand up? So you don't get dizzy."

"I like it this way. Don't worry. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am. Thank you."

"No problem, that's my job."

"Because you're a hero," the masked guy sighs in front of you. making you feel slighty sad for it.

"Some people don't think so." and it was true, all the fake rumors to paint him as a bad guy made you think about how much free time all this people have to just tear the life of someone who really wants to help.

"But you are, at least I think that."

"It's nice to have a fan as pretty as you."

"Let me say thank you."

"But you already did."

"I meant the trip, not you saving me." You approached him more, and the sound of the rain at the back made the scene more lovely. Then slowly took the mask, only showing his lips. You were surprised by the familiar shape, making your mind go wild. No wonder Ni-Ki and Jake got nervous; no wonder Jake was the only one that could help you with the hero; and there's no wonder why he called you "Lensgirl."

Jake was Spider-Man.

Leaving your thoughts behind, you place your lips on his. The kiss was electrifying, a rush of emotions coursing through both of you as your lips met in a tender embrace. Raindrops fell softly around you, adding to the surreal moment as you shared this intimate connection with the masked hero who had just swept you off your feet—literally.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of clarity wash over you. Everything suddenly made sense—the mysterious conversations, the unspoken tension between you and Jake, even the strange nickname he had given you. It was all because he was Spider-Man, the hero you had admired from afar, and now he was the man whose lips were pressed against yours.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the kiss, the world fading away until it was just the two of you tangled together on that rooftop balcony.

"Thank you, Jake," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

"Wait… how?"

"You let out "Lensgirl," and I've stared at your lips too much to actually know the shape," he finally dropped himself, taking off his mask completely, revealing his red cheeks and normal shy demeanor.

He actually searched your face for any sign of rejection. "I know it's a lot to take in," he said softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "But I wanted to tell you, not in this way; I've got to learn to also shut my mouth up. I… I care about you more than you'll ever know."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you reached up to cup his face in your hands, the weight of everything finally sinking in. "I care about you too, Jake," you admitted, your voice trembling with emotion. "I just… I never imagined…"

Before you could finish your sentence, Jake leaned in to capture your lips in another kiss, sealing the unspoken words between you with a promise of something more.

With a smile on your lips and love in your heart, you leaned into Jake's embrace, letting the warmth of his touch chase away the chill of the night as you watched the city skyline glitter in the rain.

"Please write a good news about me."

"Trust me, you'll sure have it, Spidey."

"I just realized that I've to thank Ri-Ki, damn it."

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loveandleases · 3 months

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(Spent the past 2+ weeks sick, so slowly chipping away at kinktober prompts. Since Cam got his moment with MC walking in (oreos) it's now old grumps turn! (Sorry if it's not the best but sick brain is kicking my ass.) Below the cut ~

You fumble, trying to yank the keys out of your pocket. You're unsure how many times it has been since you brought Cupid back to Ardent after she decided to sneak away to your apartment. Enough times now that Ardent has supplied you a key for when he isn't home. Cupid struggles against you, clearly not happy with how you're holding her.

You finally get the key into the door and push the door open with the tip of your shoe. Only to be too late to get Cupid back into her home, as she jumps out of your arms and darts back to your apartment.

"That cat is going to be the death of me." Raking your hands through your hair, you don't bother to chase after her. Instead, you make your way into the apartment, aiming to find a piece of paper to write Ardent a note.

Having no luck with the kitchen and living room, you decide to make your way to Ardent's office.

Making your way down the hall, you trip over one of Cupid's toys and tumble into one of the doors, it gives way and swings open. Stumbling forward your knees hitting the floor. You mentally kick yourself for not turning a light on. However, that regret is slowly wiped away when you notice the bare legs just inches from your face.

"For fuck's sake!"

You couldn't forget that voice if you wanted to. Deep, husky, and somewhat hoarse.

You let your eyes slowly slide upward. Not missing the tightened muscle in his golden thighs. You're not sure who gulped, though you wouldn't be surprised if it was you.

You don't miss the hand gripping the thigh, nor the other hand that from what you guess had been stroking just seconds before you tumbled in.

Ardent clears his throat, his thigh tightening. He doesn't bother to remove the one that is gripping his shaft.

You quickly stand, brushing off your knees. Unable to stop letting your eyes trace over his toned body. His happy trail adorns his chest. Leading down to the very hard, very present erection.

"What are you doing!?"

"What the hell do you think I'm doing? I was jacking off before you decided to bust through my door."

Turning briskly you make your way back through the door, but not before catching the grin on his face, the heaving of his chest. Nor the glint of mischief in his intoxicating champagne gaze.

You both are quiet, for what feels like several minutes. Taking a step toward the door you stop when you hear Ardent.

"You know, you don't have to go. Could always use an extra hand."

You scoff, turning to him you glance down at his hand, still holding his erection. "You're going to give yourself a heart attack old man."

You can't help but laugh as he scoffs under his breath. You prepare to turn to leave when from the corner of your eye you see Cupid. Unsure of when she made her way back.

Then as if in slow motion, you watch as she leaps up, her claws shining in the light of the bedroom and onto Ardent's lap. If you had trouble believing Ardent was related to his niece before, the shriek that rips through him easily reminds you.

#loveandleases #love and leases #ns-fw #6:09 #ardent #kinktober

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monsterloverwriting · 6 months

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Hey bae if ur reqs are open cause u pls make a part 3 to that demon x reader (demon-visitor) fic u wrote😩😩like what happens after they're binded together

Hello my friend! I am genuinely more than happy to add to this story and I am actually thinking of turning into a full length novel should the want for it arise! I have a lot of ideas for them. In the mean time!

Concept Part 1

Mine

Fem!reader/M!demon, slight mind altering, claiming, MDNI

The week had been long for you. Long and trying as you did your best to make sense of what had happened to you. You tried briefly to forget it, act as if it had been all a nonsensical dream made of some deep desire you weren't consciously aware of. That quickly became impossible as you now had to attempt to hide the two very large bite marks on either side of your neck. Thankfully no one really questioned why silk scarves suddenly became a staple of your summer wardrobe. Part of you hoped they would fade away to nothing, another slightly stronger part wanted them to stay just as they were so you could never forget that night no matter how hard you tried.

Not that you were really trying to forget, the image of the demon littered your mind at every moment, invaded your dreams and often had you waking up needy and wanting to be able to feel his hot skin again. You were constantly reminded how good that night felt to the point that it was almost distracting you from the day to day. Often you would find yourself ripped from the day dream of finding Zed in your small living room just waiting for you to get home, only to be reminded you were at work and most definitely was supposed to reply to that customer with something other than a dizzy nod. It got to the point that your boss convinced himself you were sick and sent you home early on Friday for a long weekend so you could "recoup in peace".

It ended up not being nearly as peaceful as anyone would have thought.

You noticed the smell first, a sickly sweet almost burnt smell that made a bubble of anxiety build in your chest. There was no way you left a candle burning all day was there? You didn't even remember lighting one that morning. You've been so scatter brained lately that that barely mattered anymore. The anxiety quickly reformed when you heard a small crash, glass shattering and a low hum of disapproval.

Before you could even reach for your phone the large, all too familiar figure appeared before you, his height and muscular frame taking up the archway as he gripped the top leaning toward you.

"Welcome home sweet thing."

His smirk was devious as he stretched his arm holding the top of the arch to lean closer to you, his free hand reaching out to gently run one claw tipped finger from the top of your scarf to just under your chin forcing you to look up at him. His eyes searched your face before they fell to the scarf wrapped around your neck. Tutting softly his claw slid down your throat catching the edge of the smooth silk before gently pulling it away from your throat, a wide toothy grin forming as he revealed the marks he'd left on you.

"Hiding my marks? Oh sweet thing you should know better. How is anyone going to be able to tell your mine?" When he said it his voice was so smooth it nearly puts you into a trance. His gaze looking down on you was hungry as he glanced at the marks. Thinking better of yourself. You took a step back away from him trying to gain some distance in the hopes that it would help you clear your mind. It didn't really, but there was only so much you could do when there was an 8 ft tall demon standing in your foyer wearing very little clothes he didn't advance as you stepped back. He simply watched you. He let the silk scarf fall between you. Almost acting as if he was disgusted with it. He did, however, watch you closely.

" I'm not sure what is happening actually. I don't I don't belong to you. I don't belong to anyone. I am a person and you do not get to decide that I belong to you after we have sex once. That's not how it works." You said almost frantically as you saw the grin quickly return to his face, he leaned closer once again his hand reaching out fingers twirling in your hair before he brought it up to his nose taking a deep inhale.

"Oh so once was the issue now I can fix that very easily. Sweet thing. Why don't you tell me exactly what you would want me to do to you and I will make that wish come true to my utmost pleasure."

It was like his presence was intoxicating a very small part of you wanted to tell this demon to get out. Leave your house but there were so many other parts of you screaming to let him do the most unholy things you could possibly imagine. And all of you was absolutely certain that he would get just as much pleasure out of this as you would because you were sure it wouldn't simply stop at him pleasing you. You shook your head resolving yourself for at least this one time to think it through before you decided to fuck the demon.

That could happen later.

"No I want you to explain what you're doing in my house. How you even got here? How you knew where I was and why, why are these still here like this? It's been a week and they haven't healed at all." Bracing yourself against the wall you looked up at him all of your resolve showing clearly as you demanded answers. He seemed to find this amusing and pushed off the door stepping toward you, pinning you to the wall between two strong muscular arms.

" I'm here because I marked you. I marked you because I want you. I want you because you're mine and those will remain there for as long as you are mine. Sweet thing, you're my mate now and you are going to be stuck with me for a very long time." His gravel voice was almost a hum as he leaned down close, his forked tongue flicking out to lick at one of the bites causing your knees to go weak.

You were fucked, in more ways than one.

#monster fucker #monster lover #writing #mdni #monster smut #monster romance #monster boyfriend #asked & answered #anon asks

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yanderemommabean · 2 years

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👀 miss ma’am mommabean you have my attention for the yandere cult idea. what’re you thinking, like innocent human comes to live in a new town where unbeknownst to them, everyone’s a werewolf and also in a cult? and somehow, the cult part is more shocking than the wolf part? maybe innocent darling wonders why everyone is so friendly and sweet, only to come across some terrible ritual during a full moon, but by then it’s far too late to escape? 🤔 (also I hope you’re doing well and taking time for yourself btw 💖) -teratalia

Oh man I wish I had a big brain like yours! I imagine the cult is doing a ritual to ask the gods for another mate to join their pack, maybe for their best alpha who's been desperately searching for a lover.

The town is oh so nice to you before the full moon. You're none the wiser, being given gifts, having a bunch of new friends who seem oddly clingy and want to show you off to the hottest bachelor in town, always fawning over how cute you two would be together.

They make sure you have plenty to eat, are never too far from any help (even if you assure them you can handle things just fine! They just want you to know you have a pack- I mean - helpful community!)

The night of the ritual comes, and they're salivating at the idea of finally introducing you to their best alpha. The other alphas want to breed you within an inch of your life, and the omegas want to play with you as you're made into a puddle, but they have to wait their turn.

You're told it's a night of celebration, they never clarify, but you figured it could be a mix of things or simply something you'd find out once you arrive.

You're awed by what they wear, some have flower crowns while others have wolf masks and robes. They all greet you with open, eager arms, and hand you a glass of homemade wine to begin the festivities.

In the midst of all the dancing, fun, and feasting, you begin to feel dizzy. You're all too aware of the main alphas touch on you, possessive and tight as his nails- wait are those claws?!- something is digging into you aggressively when others get too close. He seems impatient, whuffing and grunting when he isn't reassuring you to sit still, that he'll get you whatever it is you need.

You're somehow sitting under the bright moonlight, in the middle of a clearing, naked and sweating with need and anxiety. There's multiple pairs of lips on your skin, soft voices as well as stern and demanding as the heat and pleasure spirals through your core, making everything feel ten times as blissful.

The ever so sexy bachelor is behind you, his hand spreading your thighs as his teeth bare in a snarl. "Once it strikes midnight, I'll claim you as mine. And you'll be forever bound to me and my clan".

The slide and stretch of his cock feels euphoric, soothing the ache in your hips as you try to rock back and press down for more. The people surrounding you moan as they watch, some pleasuring others while some play with themselves in utter debauchery.

The man sinks his teeth into your neck with no mercy, growling deeply as his thighs tighten and his hips hammer away, jackrabbiting into your tight, needy little hole as you cry and choke out moans and nonsensical sentences.

The pressure builds, your back is arching as you reach your high, toes curling and mouth hanging open as you moan with utter abandon, begging for more and paying no mind to how your neighbors lick their lips watching the scene unfold.

Once you come down from the pleasant buzz, your mind is jolted into an overstimulated haze, as the mans thrusting starts again, his mouth upturned into a smirk as he nods his head towards his eager clan members. "Go ahead. Thank this new addition for helping the pack grow. Make sure to drain them of every drop once I'm finished".

You whimper, trying to swat away hands grabbing at you, jerking in surprise when you feel tongues lapping up your sweat and groaning in ecstasy at the taste. Your eyes slam shut as the stretch grows even more, something popping and sticking to your walls and causing you to shoot into another orgasm too quickly.

They all take a few breaths, watching as the thick knot slides out of your hole after a while. The group collectively moans, two moving forward to lick at the mess dripping from your poor, abused, sloppy hole. You tense, hissing through grit teeth as you once again try to swipe at the predators sliding their tongues into the mess, wincing as they growl and hold your thighs still.

The alpha kisses up your neck, trying to reassure you as he holds your wrist down. "Just relax...You're in our hands now, we'll keep you safe".

(Mkay ill shut up so sorry >~< -Mommabean)

#Yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere cult au #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere exophilia #yandere werewolves #yandere dubcon #mommabean #poly yandere #yandere a/b/o #yandere omegaverse

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husbandhoshi · 1 year

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1:44am - joshua (smutty or suggestive) pls

tags: coworkers!au, f!reader, thigh kink, stockings kink, a lil spanking, softdom!joshua

[1:44]

working late?

that's how it always starts—a knock on the doorframe, innocent, straightforward.

when am i not, is your standard answer, and joshua takes that as a cue to sit on the corner of your desk, his undone necktie dangling over his broad shoulders.

he compliments whatever excel abomination is on your screen (can always count on you to make a bar chart look sexy, is his flattery of choice today).

then you ask how his day was, and he repeats the same old platitudes. fine, just peachy, and you?

it’s always the same story, but how you get from there to under him is still beyond you.

"fuck, been thinking about these thighs around my head ever since today's meeting," joshua confesses, bending you over your desk.

you feel the warmth of his hands through your sheer, barely there pantyhose as he runs them over the back of your legs. he pushes your skirt over the curve of your ass, nice and slow so you can feel how heavy, indulgent his touch is.

you can't see his expression, but the sight of you, ass out with only tights on, makes him wonder how he ever got hard before meeting you.

"only here to chat excel and stare at my ass?" you ask, because the need to get fucked by joshua hong has irrevocably altered your brain chemistry.

"we can do that if you want." he laughs as he snaps the waistband of your tights back, relishing in how you twitch under him.

you've lost count of the nights spent like this, his knee pressed meanly against your cunt and his tie draped across your back.

it's just one night, you had told yourself, but then it was another (in the backseat of the company car after meeting with a client), and then another (in the print room on the copy machine). you even took a business call with his head between your legs.

"doubt that's what you had in mind," you retort, except it comes out a little more pitiful than planned because he's started to grind his leg against your pussy.

"i'm flexible."

you can picture his shit-eating grin, which would normally make you unspeakably mad if you weren't so turned on.

joshua's hand connects with your ass, once, twice, and you're glad the entire floor is empty because the sound you make is enough to ruin your career. but he rewards you, loves seeing you lost in your pleasure, and runs a generous finger over your cunt.

"can feel how wet you are," he murmurs, admiring the wet patch over your panties, now visible through your tights. "been waiting all day for this, huh?"

you nod weakly. it's pathetic how your hands claw at the mahogany of the table, looking for something, anything to hold as he rubs you over the two layers of fabric keeping you from him.

joshua's already figured you out, and you're almost drooling with pleasure even though all he's doing is circling your clit with a slow thumb. he then squeezes your pussy lips together, just rough enough so you can really feel it, and your knees almost give out.

for a brief moment, you wonder how messy you look, how glossy the nylon over your cunt is.

"please," you breathe. through your hazy vision is the blinding white of your computer, and you pray to god this experience doesn't condition you to think of him while you finish up your project tomorrow morning. "need it, need you."

joshua sighs, playfully dramatic, and for a second, you're stricken with the fear that he'll make you bounce on his leg all night without the privilege of getting split open on his cock.

but you hear the click of his belt behind you as he undoes it, like literal music to your ears, and the words just spill out of your throat—thank you, thank you, shua.

"oh, you have nothing to thank me for yet."

you feel his cock, thick and heavy, slide between your thighs, and you squeeze so hard around nothing you almost cum untouched.

it's going to be a long night.

#this is actually so fucked up and i am so sorry for my crimes #ask #anon #josh #joshua #seventeen smut #joshua smut #mine

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mac-and-thefox · 8 months

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HI MAC!!!! heard you want smut prompts 👀👀 think like mary on a cross…. BUT MOUNTAIN ON A CROSS. and dew is running the show 😈 (bondage and mountain begging while dew teases him)

Okay I'm gonna be honest when I read the first part of the prompt I was like EHHH??? But yeah okay let's see how this goes😅😅 first smut, I hope you like it!

(This thing took off and went off on its own journey I'm sorry lol)

Let Me Lay My Hands On You

Through the haze of lust, the desire to please his mate and the overwhelming scent of arousal from both Dewdrop and himself, Mountain struggled to remember how he ended up in this situation.

Mountain was nothing if not a leader. Head of the pack, clan leader of the abbey earth ghouls, the steady heartbeat of the Ghost Project.

As is the way of things, things had been...a lot lately. Mountain had been very in his head. He hadn't been sleeping enough, which had made him distracted and a little irritable. At first Mountain just brushed it off, but soon it became apparent that something needed to be done; that this was not sustainable.

One morning, as they were curled together in their nest after Mountain had spent the previous night taking his mate apart in the most delicious, toe-curling ways, Dewdrop suggested something to help Mountain relax, to help him get out of his head for awhile.

Which is how he found himself in his current predicament.

When Dew had come to him dressed in that lingerie set, his mouth had immediately run dry. Black, with gold shimmering threads woven throughout and gold accents to match his mate's molten golden copper eyes, and golden waterfall of flowing hair. A lace bralette, just barely concealing his tiny tits with the silver hoops threaded through his nipples, those little pink buds that Mountain just loved to tweak, tug on and suck until Dew was melting underneath him, mewling and writhing under his touch. Those little black panties, barely just scraps of silk and lace held together by satin ribbon, and the matching garter belt, both perfectly tailored to his slim waist and round little ass.

"You've been working so hard lately, baby. Let me take care of you and make you feel good. Just one rule, you can't touch."

Mountain tried. He had tried so hard to be good for his mate, to let Dewdrop just take him apart and turn off his brain for awhile. But for as long as the two ghouls had been mated, and even further back than that, Mountain had been obsessed with how small the fire ghoul looked and felt in his arms.

Dew walked slowly towards the earth giant, hips and tail swaying slowly, temptingly, as he took in his mate's face, noting the pupils that grew until they almost entirely eclipsed the deep emerald green of Mountain's eyes as he sucked in a breath and stared hungrily at the smaller ghoul approaching him as he sat on the bed, hands placed on the covers like Dew had told him to.

All Mountain could think about as his mate approached him looking like some seductive, sinful, decadent dessert, was how badly he wanted to grab Dew and possess him over and over again; to make his hands touch around Dew's tiny waist and consume him until the little ghoul was clawing at his back coming apart on Mountain's massive cock as he cried and screamed out his mate's name.

Dew cupped Mountain's face in his hands and drew the larger ghoul towards him kissing him hungrily, possessively, licking into his mouth and running his tongue along Mountain's fangs as he kissed him like he wanted to consume his soul. Dews scent, warm cinnamon spiked with the spicy hint of his arousal, enveloped Mountain and he let out a moan as the air filled with the scent of mint and wildflowers, indicative of his own growing heat.

Dews hands wandered from his face to his chest, teasing his fingers through Mountain's chest hair and rubbing his thumb across Mountain's nipple, the bud growing pert and stiff under Dew's nimble fingers. The earth ghoul's breath caught and he let out a short cry as Dew suddenly gave the nipple a quick tug.

Mountain clenched his hands in the sheets as Dew brought his face directly to the fire ghoul's scent gland, allowing Mountain to kiss and lick at his mark like a man starved. Dew moved to straddle Mountain's lap and began grinding down on the bulge in Mountain's pants, his cock hard, throbbing and straining against his zipper as Dew's scent consumed him and he felt his mind begin to slip.

"Good, Ember, you're being such a good boy for me,"

Mountain's eyes fluttered shut as he nuzzled and mouthed at his mate's neck, letting out moans and small whines at the sweet relief of pressure as Dew slowly unzipped his pants and started drawing them down, palming at the bulge before Mountain's cock springs free.

"Lift your hips for me, baby. I wanna feel all of you,"

Dew settled himself back onto Mountain's thighs and continued grinding onto his cock. Mountain's eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of his cock rubbing along the cleft of Dew's ass, the slick from his water ghoul days soaking through his panties and making things soft, silky and wet. He felt himself slipping further and further under the spell being cast by his perfect mate, content to let Dew take him wherever he deigned to bring him.

In his pleasure and consuming desire for his ghoul, Mountain failed to notice his hands subconsciously coming to rest on Dew's hips. His fingers tightened and he started trying to move Dew along his cock as he started grinding his hips up into his mate's perfect body, crashing his lips back onto Dew's, moaning and begging against his lips to move harder, faster against his cock .

A sharp slap from Dew's tail brought him jarringly back into the present.

"What did I tell you?"

Dew threaded his hand into Mountain's hair, giving a sharp tug and forcing the earth ghoul's head back to look at him as Mountain let out a low whine in his throat. Dew's gaze bore into him as the heat in his stomach dropped like a stone from the intensity in the fire ghoul's smoldering eyes.

Mountain opened his mouth to answer but was quickly gagged by Dew pressing his thumb on to Mountain's tongue.

"I said, what did I tell you?"

Dew brought his other hand back down to Mountain's nipple, giving the bud a firm flick. Mountain jolted, giving a cry as he tried to give an answer around Dew's thumb on his tongue.

Dew wrapped his tail around Mountain's wrist, removing the massive hand from his hip and sliding from Mountain's lap. He picked up Mountain's pants from the ground and drew out the wide leather belt, wrapping it around his palm as he looked back at the earth ghoul on the bed.

"I gave you one rule, to not touch. If you can't obey such simple intructions then I guess we're just going to have to give you something to help you follow directions."

Dew moved around to kneel behind Mountain on the bed, drawing his arms back and wrapping the belt around his wrists and forearms, effectively binding his arms behind him.

Dew sat back on his haunches to admire his handiwork. He reached out with a claw and ran it softly up and down the valley created by his mate's muscled shoulders drawn together, watching the muscles jump and reveling in the strained whimper Mountain gave in return as the earth giant dropped.

Dew bent down to kiss and suck at Mountain's neck, bruises blooming like delicate flowers on the earth ghoul's skin . He threaded his fingers back into Mountain's hair and gripped firmly as Mountain let his head fall to the side to expose his neck to his mate, panting.

The feel of Dew's fangs at his pulse point sent jolting heat straight to Mountain's cock, it stood hard and red against his stomach as he cried out a high moan and canted his hips up into nothing.

"Dew, bug, please..." He gasped as Dew began grinding his own erection against Mountain's back.

Dew sucked another mark into his mate's skin before coming up to lick along the shell of his ear.

"Please what, baby? Use your words"

"Bug, please....please. Touch me, please it hurts,"

Dew let out a purr and nips at Mountain's mark. The earth ghoul let out a keening whine and a shiver as his mind reeled and floated at the sensations he was feeling and the desire, the need to touch and caress his Fire Lily while being vehemently denied.

Dew shifted to stand in front of his mate, softly held his chin and tipped Mountain's face back to look at him. He smiled at Mountain's heavy lidded eyes and slack jaw, the sharp scent of want and arousal rolling off of him in waves.

"I dunno, Mounty, only good boys get to have what they ask for,"

"Fire Lily, baby please, I wanna be good. Please....wanna be good for y--Aah...," Mountain slurred, tears gathering in his eyes as Dew lightly ran his hand up and down the length of his cock.

Dew stood back and let his panties drop to the ground, delicately stepping out of them. He picked them up and brought them to the earth ghoul's face. Mountain's mind shorted at the smell of Dew's arousal and slick. A string of drool fell from Mountain's lips as he groaned and let his head fall forward as heat punched him deep in his gut, his cock kicking and leaking pre at the spiced smell of his mate's want and need for him in return.

Dew settled back into Mountain's lap and kissed him softly on the forehead before grabbing Mountain's cock and lining it up underneath himself.

"Okay," Dew whispered as he slowly sank onto his Ember's throbbing heat. "You can have it, my good, perfect boy."

Mountain's eyes flew open and rolled back as he threw back his head and let out a long, broken cry at the feel, the heat, the tightness of his fire ghoul sinking slowly down his length until he was deeply seated in Dew's ass. The veins in his neck stood out as he keened and strained against the belt preventing him from grabbing his mate and fucking up into his tight, hot body until they both came in a implosion of heat, passion and need. But he was trying to be good. He needed to be good.

Dew took a deep breath, rested his forehead against his earth ghoul's and began riding him, a reward for his good boy.

Mountain sobbed.

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edmufics · 1 year

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This probably isn’t a hot take or anything, but I feel it in my soul that Modern!Eddie would love Creep by Radiohead. Like…

Eddie knew that all days couldn’t be winners, but days like today are why he preferred to stay high.

Today, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t win—always managing to put his foot in his mouth or miscommunicate. Eddie had spent his entire life trying. He wished his brain would work the same way as everyone else's. It was exhausting to constantly decipher the hidden meanings behind people’s words. Meanings that, somehow, everyone else already seemed to know. He laughed at the correct times and studied tones and social cues, but even after twenty years of being careful, he sometimes slipped up.

Today had been filled with slip-ups. He pissed off Dustin at Hellfire first, which managed to frustrate Steve. Then, Nancy and Robin got annoyed with him after spending too much time explaining something they thought he could understand. Finally, as if it was some fucked up grand finale, Eddie tripped and stumbled into an argument with Steve. By the time Eddie had realized they were fighting, it was far too late. It ended in a

“Ya know what? Fuck you, Eddie.”

as the trailer door slammed behind him. He knew Steve was too good to be true, but he never expected their relationship to end like that.

Eddie’s car sat idle in the empty parking lot of the Hawkins liquor store. Of course, it was closed.

Just my luck, he thought.

His hands tapped the steering wheel anxiously as he decided his next move.

The engine roared as the truck whipped out of the parking lot and onto the street. He instinctively reached for the CD holder that held the answer to his feelings. The speakers crackled and popped as the CD began to turn.

Not willing to let the hurt keep building, Eddie skipped the first track.

“You're just like an angel; Your skin makes me cry.”

His foot pressed against the gas pedal, the road soaring beneath the car.

“I wish I was special; You're so fuckin' special.”

Eddie’s voice wavered as his knuckles turned white against his grip on the steering wheel. Tears begin to brim in his eyes, fogging his vision. But he couldn't stop, not now. It all hurt too bad.

“But I'm a creep; I'm a weirdo…What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here.”

His voice broke as he sang along, the frustration clawing its way into his throat.

“I don't care if it hurts; I wanna have control….”

The speedometer climbed as the old truck began to shake. 100mph was fast approaching as Eddie met his breaking point.

“I want you to notice, When I'm not around.”

The song felt like it had wrapped around his brain, like he could drown in the melodies. The image of Steve driving off flooded back into his mind. Eddie had spent their entire relationship waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Steve to no longer love him enough to outweigh his faults. Now he could finally let go of his breath.

“But I'm a creep; I'm a weirdo…What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here.”

The car slowed as a tight corner was turned. By the time Eddie crossed through the gate of the trailer park, the truck was barely crawling.

“Whatever makes you happy, Whatever you want”

The truck lurched to a stop in front of Wayne’s trailer. Eddie turned down the radio and rested his forehead on the steering wheel as the last few lines of the song played.

“I wish I was special…But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here, I don't belong here…”

Tears rolled silently down his face as he weakly turned off the radio and wrapped his arms around himself for comfort. Everyone else could leave him, but he could always rely on himself.

After a few moments, Eddie sniffled and lifted his head. When the fog cleared from his mind he saw Steve, flowers in hand, waiting for him by the doorstep. And for the first time, Eddie felt like he may have found a place to fit in.

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oogaboogasphincter · 2 years

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Queen of Cups

kinktober day 1 - 69 with javi gutierrez

word count | 972

warnings | afab!reader and no gendered language is used 18+ ONLY: oral sex (m and f receiving), swearing

author’s note | no i'm not starting this challenge three days late mind your business <3 this kinktober will be my first time writing for a bunch of new characters, javi g being one of them! so i'm sorry if he seems ooc or anything, but i hope you enjoy! :)

Past the stagnant gossamer curtains, the Balearic Sea absorbs the brunt of grumbly autumn rainclouds. The lack of wind isolates the crisp pelting of raindrops piercing the disgruntled waves, darkened by their stormy celestial reflection. Life is in hiding underneath the choppy surface, detoured from their spirited schedules but nevertheless alive. Peer around the ajar balcony doors of your boyfriend’s bedroom and you’ll find the same situation.

His golden pinky ring presses into the flesh of your ass, his hands - so big, strong and comforting you’ve nicknamed them his ‘bear claws’ - spreading you open in front of his ravenous eyes. Having enough of your sex dripping onto his chest, Javi pulls you back onto his mouth, tongue falling into routine and swirling a gentle, almost ticklish pattern around your folds. Relieved that the wait is over, you can’t stop the moan that bubbles up your throat and vibrates around his cock in your mouth.

Your hands steady yourself as you move slowly up and down his length, placed on his thighs that still sparkle with the afterglow of a few hours too much sun. Savoring one sensation at a time, you close your eyes and take him deeper into your mouth. Quelling your own sounds to stable breaths through your nose, the effect you’re having on him is unmistakable despite the head of his cock barely pushing past the boundaries of your plush mouth and into your tight throat; he thrusts hot moans into your entrance as he tonguefucks your hole and hushes his mewls when he seals his lips around your clit and suckles.

You work in tandem, bouncing moans and needy whimpers off the ornate walls. There’s something wildly inexplicable about the way your passions mirror each other, how you seem to become one with each other’s energies; something that could be explained by the practical sciences, but feels too magical for that. Divine orchestration sounds more like it, or spiritual organics - as you sync up and move with each other, it’s like every cell in your bodies have been programmed to follow a system and that they’ve had eons of practice.

With a gasp, you pull off of him and rest your cheek against his hip and simply writhe in the throbbing pleasure he’s sending up your spine, blooming in your chest and heating your cheeks, cooled only by the enraptured drool spilling out of your mouth. Through lust-clouded eyes, you reach out and wrap your hand around him, satisfying him with the unfaltering pump of your fingers while you lay agape. The summit of your peak is nigh, and you make sure he will commit to pushing you off of the top and be waiting below to capture you, if your heaping juices weren’t enough of an indication.

“Fuck, Javi, please keep going, just like that!”

His body doesn’t fail you, humming an affirmative, “Mmhm” into your warm, pulsing center. If you were able to see him, his enthusiasm would be something to giggle at; his soft, sunkissed waves slithering around on the pillowcase as he goes wild. But his tongue keeps you shocked in an ecstatic trance. Electrifying your nerves with beat after rapidly increasing beat of hot, wet passion. Before your brain stutters into a blackout of indulgence, you take Javi’s thick cock back into your mouth. One hand holds the base of him, swathed in a thatch of chocolatey curls, to keep his pulsating length directed down your throat. The other’s fingers find his balls warm and tight - he’s just as close as you are.

Abruptly, he switches his position and hooks his arms underneath your legs, hands reaching back and grabbing your hips to cover your weeping cunt fully with his incessant mouth. In the commotion, he slips from your mouth and you let out a frustrated whine at the loss. You grab at him and try to squirm and regain your leverage on his cock, veins protruding with his impending release, but you only manage to weakly grip his shaft before you’re overtaken by your orgasm. Muscles all over your body twitch as you’re swept up in the unrelenting current of Javi’s downpour of pleasure. Shouted declarations of love pour out of your mouth, flooding him with so much exaltation his body is forced to release itself of some fiery, bewitched pressure.

Javi’s cock jerks forcefully in your grasp, his cum spurting onto the tip of your nose, lower cheeks, parted lips and trembling chin. As white stickiness paints you, he groans into your oversensitive opening, chest heaving to aid his quivering heart, thigh tendons constricting, rippling convulsion down through his web of nerves and twisting his toes. He enters his aftermath magnetized to your pussy, mouthing all the adoring words his heart wants to say but his brain can’t articulate.

He only stops licking you when his tongue begins to feel numb from the slow strokes, nearly soothing him more than you; your lips dazed from the barrage of soft kisses you trailed all over his groin; and his spend that has dropped from your face, his precious canvas, onto his belly has lost its warmth. Dropping his head back, your hips lift with his chest as he takes a deep, grounding breath, running fingertips collecting dewdrops of sweat from the small of your back. He lifts his gaze to you, already looking over your shoulder at him, and brings his fingers to his mouth, quietly moaning at your salty-sweet taste. His eyebrows quirk up in hardly innocent curiosity as he questions, “Did I do good?”

Your jaw drops into a smile with a huff of disbelief, “What do you think, Jav?”

A grin works its way across his face, his dimple and crinkles around his eyes deepening as you race up his body to give your goofy man a kiss.

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 1 year

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So I'm writing Tim Stoker / Yellow (Malevolent) fic instead of going grocery shopping now, apparently

Tim's been conscious and inhabited for all of half an hour.

Unfortunately, when he opened the book, it definitely summoned something more than his newest roomie.

(Oh, and this thing is definitely called Corruption.)

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Bag in, zipper up, house keys in hand.

Tim wonders if whatever this mess is will kill him.

He wonders if he should care more than he does.

He sighs. Rubs his face.

Tim.

“Fine, fine. You better not… walk me into a wall, or something.”

The tone changes. We’re not alone.

Tim goes still. “What?” he whispers.

Is there a back door?

Tim is already moving, and he curses softly as he bangs into another side table he’d pulled out of place earlier while packing.

Quiet.

“You be quiet,” Tim mutters, but tries to move more carefully.

Is John scared? Tim doesn’t know.

But he does know where the back door is.

His hand’s on the handle when he hears the growl.

A deep sound, freezing him in place, riling every instinct his lizard-brain has ever produced, and Tim suddenly feels about six inches tall and very afraid.

Tim!

More sounds. Something crunching.

There is something in the house.

Tim! Move!

That was a roar, and it was inside his head, not behind him.

Tim turns the knob and slips out, closing it behind him. Then he crouches on the back stair, clinging to the handle like a life-raft.

Your breathing is too loud. You’re going to give away our position.

“Fuck,” whispers Tim. “I’ve never run for my life before, okay?”

The slightest pause. The voice is even less patient. You’re doing fine. Now turn the fuck around and let me see where we are.

Inside the house, something crashes.

“Oh, gods,” Tim murmurs, crouching lower. His legs have gone weak.

Damn. That fence is too high. We’ll have to slip around the front.

“Sure, no problem, I’ll just slip around the front while totally blind. This’ll work great,” Tim mumbles.

Keep it together. We need to move before that thing realizes where you went.

Tim tries to picture the layout back here.

He thinks about the windows, shades all up, curtains removed.

He crawls.

Good. Turn right - a little less. Good.

So at least he wasn’t going to ram into the house head-first.

The grass is half-dead, stubbly, and there is sharp gravel. He hisses through his teeth, sure his hands are bleeding.

Hurry.

“I am!” he whispers back.

Okay, stop. Lean forward just a little and let me - oh!

Tim doesn’t breathe.

There are six creatures going into the house. They’re big. Dark gray skin without fur or hair. Bipedal, and their front claws look prehensile.

Tim makes one low, choked sound. “What the hell are they?”

I don’t know. Tightly: Next time I tell you to move, you need to do it faster. We were almost caught.

Tim sighs. Yeah, they were going to have to talk about this bossiness, or whatever it was, but this wasn’t the time. “Sure. Whereto?”

Something in his tone must give his irritation away, because John goes smooth again. If you reach the sidewalk and go left, we can get away from them all. I suggest walking, not running. Whatever is in that house will chase us if you act like prey.

Tim reaches the sidewalk.

Reflects, as he chooses to stand, to make himself more visible in order to be less obvious, that he’s never felt so brave in all his life.

There’s another crash in the house behind him.

Somehow, he walks, and doesn’t run, and remembers (barely) to breathe.

Easy. Adjust to your left. Very good, Tim. You’re doing fine.

“Don’t think I am,” says Tim, but he keeps walking, taking the long way back to his box-filled apartment.

John has been quiet apart from directions. Fortunately, he understood the address Tim gave him, and navigated them back to his new rental (which doesn’t feel like home) without an issue.

Tim doesn’t know it well at all, yet.

The first thing we’re going to - stop!

A second too late, and Tim trips on a box. “Ow.”

When I tell you to stop, you need to fucking stop.

There’s that impatience again.

No time like the present, he figures. “Look,” says Tim. “I’m probably in shock, or whatever, but we need to lay some ground rules. You may be a magical scary whatsit, but you’re in my head, and I’m the one with the body. I’m not… whatever it is you’re obviously used to bossing around. We’re sharing this situation, and I’d like a little more respect.”

Would you.

That was completely flat. Unreadable.

“It’s not a lot to ask.”

No, I suppose not, says John, still unreadable, still flat. Perhaps I should lay some ground rules, too.

John is absolutely building toward a tirade or threat or something. It’s like a trembling under the floor, warning of an approaching train.

Whatever.

Tim makes his way to the bathroom, hands out, finding boxes with his toes. “Yeah, well, go on, then,” he says. “Get it all off your chest.”

Tim, do you like being alive?

Oh, so they had gone from 0 to 60 in two seconds flat. Cool, cool.

Out of habit, he turns on the bathroom light.

That grieves him because, of course, it’s pointless, and he leans in the door frame, feeling haggard. “Sure. Alive is just peachy.”

There’s the tiniest pause.

So do I, says John, and he’s back to smooth. The flatness is gone, rage diverted, leaving a mental breeze in its wake because it had been so huge and heated. However, we will not be able to stay alive if you are going to be obstinate simply for the sake of being obstinate. Anything I tell you to do is for our mutual good, Tim. You’re going to have to trust me.

And Tim can absolutely feel that wasn’t where John had been going to go.

Why?

Maybe it was because John got a look at his face in the bathroom mirror. Tim feels pretty pathetic right now. Probably looks like a wet dog.

He sighs. “I’m not trying to be stubborn. I don’t know what’s happening. I’m afraid. This is… Look, three hours ago, I would have sworn in a court of law that magic wasn’t real, and there were no souls, or anything else. And here we are! All of a sudden, everything I know is wrong, and now I have to be afraid for my parents and my brother because there’s souls, and what the fuck does that even mean, and monsters are trashing the house I grew up in. I’m not doing great. If I’m honest.”

His face feels tacky from tears, and he feels his way to the sink to wash it.

Of course, Tim. I understand. Sin and melted chocolate, all in his tone.

“I don’t like being manipulated, either,” Tim says, softly.

Who does?

Well, that was a good response. Tim can grant him that. “What time is it?” He shows John his phone.

Two thirty in the morning.

“Right. Am I safe to sleep? Can I do that?”

You should be. Nothing followed us here, though if you open that book again, I’m sure we’ll draw something.

“I am not even touching it. What book? You’re talking nonsense.” He turns on the shower.

Then he considers turning off the light.

Awkward.

In fact, there were going to be a lot of awkward moments in a shared body with eyes he couldn’t control.

But in the dark, he’d have to try to find things entirely by touch, and that just seems like a lot of work right now.

Tim groans.

Do whatever you have to, Tim. It’s not as though I’m unfamiliar with what bodies do. Even human ones.

“Yeah, well, you’re not the one putting on a peep show for a ghost,” says Tim. “Fuck it. Whatever.” He strips and gets in.

It feels very good to wash off. He was sweatier than he’d realized; whatever happened when he opened that book really put him through it.

“So you’re definitely not human,” he says, rinsing his hair.

No.

“What are you, then?”

Nothing you’d recognize.

“Deflecting again, eh?” says Tim, who might just be overtired, but he’s beginning to feel like maybe he handled all of this… okay, given the circumstances. “Unless you’re actually Satan, I don’t care that much. I just want to know.”

Why?

It sounds like genuine curiosity. “So I can picture you in my head.”

John snorts.

“What? I’ll be doing it anyway. We’re visual creatures, we humans.” He can’t find the towel.

To your left. There.

“Thanks. So? What are you?”

For now, let’s just say a being.

“That’s ominous. Also vague as hell.” Towel hung, Tim marches out of the bathroom, nude and uncaring. “Kitchen?”

The lights are off, Tim.

“Ah. Right.” He feels along the wall until he finds them. “Hope you like peanut butter. I haven’t gone shopping yet.”

I won’t taste anything you eat. All I share is your eyes.

“That kind of sucks, doesn’t it? Though I guess it means if a monster chomps down on me, you won’t feel that, either.”

I won’t. But I will die if you do.

“I don’t even remember if this place has curtains, or if I pulled the blinds, or anything,” says Tim with great cheer. “Hello, world.”

You’re suddenly in quite a good mood.

“Probably the adrenaline. Or, just, you know, the whole surviving certain death thing. That was always Danny’s deal - adrenaline junky. I never saw the appeal.”

Yes. Danny… Do you know how he got involved with - how did you put it - cultists?

“Nope. He always did normal crazy things, I thought. Mountain climbing. Skydiving. Sailing stupid distances.”

He sounds quite brave.

“He wasn’t, though?” Tim feels along the counter and finds the bag of bread.

How so?

“You’ve got to feel fear to be brave,” says Tim. “He didn’t really feel it. Did all those crazy things to just feel something, you know?”

So you’re quite different.

“Can’t tell if that’s an insult,” Tim says, mouth full of sandwich. “Refuse to take it as one.”

I’m glad to see you’re eating. Who knows what kind of day we have ahead? You’ll need to keep up your strength.

“I, for your information, want nothing more than to get good and drunk and pass out, but I won’t because I’d sleep late. I mean, I’m just going to show up at the Institute when they open. Website said eight a.m., and it’s like… an hour from here by bus. Um. I don’t know where the bed is.”

Not going to brush your teeth? John sounds amused.

Tim smacks his lips. “Yeah. Should. Where?”

He is directed.

“Do beings brush their teeth, too?” he says, fumbling for toothpaste.

No. We have spells for such things.

“Fucking convenient,” he says, and commits an act of oral hygiene.

Any concern he has that he won’t be able to sleep is gone the moment his face hits the pillow. Falling asleep is like literal falling, taken by gravity, and he is out.

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hornyhoundblog · 1 year

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nothing but my dumb ol brain thinking of being in the woods. strolling late one evening and suddenly I'm surrounded by a pack of werewolves

all are dripping and ready to stuff me full of their cum. all the good boys and girls. I can't help but whimper as they close in from every angle, until I hit the chest of one of them. he pulls me into him by the hips and grunts as his dick ruts against my back. their all so much bigger than me that they'd have to bend over to rub my sopping little hole with their girth.

I beg and moan for them to please, let me go sirs. I just need to get home. please. but it's like they can't hear me. one grabs my hair and tugs, forcing my eyes onto his cock. he doesn't even have to push me down onto the ground, just lines up and pushes a finger into my mouth before he pushes down on my tounge. I can't help but open my mouth up for his swelling cock as he rubs it onto my lips. he hits my face with it once, twice, and again before pushing his dick right into my wet mouth.

"god, she's perfect." one whispers as he traces a claw down my chest. in a split second, he's ripped my shirt open and it drapes over my shoulders.

his paws knead my boobs and pinch my sensitive nipples, twisting them every so often as I writhe. "move." one growls out to me and I follow him to a tall tree stump. he picks me up onto it so that I'm bent over. my tits bounce as I kick my legs and whine. "please, sirs. just let me go home." I plead. the wereboy from before takes my presented mouth and shoves his cock into it. a pretty weregirl kneels down and works on assaulting my chest with his claws and teeth, marking me up. I try to beg in between my choked gargles and grunts, but not much comes out. "keep on crying pup, it's so much more pleasurable for me." the tall one above me groans out. the lewd noises coming from my mouth I can't even stop, too focused on the pleasure of a weregirls mouth sucking my boobs.

I try to continue squirming around, but am quickly met with a spank on the thigh, then on the ass. "look at her. she's dripping onto the dirt, she must be ready for me." in quick and rough thrusts, my throat is coated in cum and the wolf boy above me moves back. the kneading to my tits stop as I'm lifted up. "cmon, pretty girl. you wanna be my pretty girl, my good girl?" a sweet voice speaks to me. the owner of the voice has her arms locked under my armpits and pulls me into her chest. "your gonna carry my cum, hear me? you want that?" I don't hesitate to nod. her voice lures me into a hazy state of bliss as she drags her paw down my stomach. it goes down to my cunt, giving it a quick slap, before exploring the rest of my body. "your mine. all mine." she sounds out of breath, pushing me against a wolf boy. they corner me in and he grabs my waist. "let's fill her up. she's begging to be knotted." he speaks lowly in a growl. "of course she is, she's so good for us." the weregirl says.

my legs are picked up by his arms as they both position under my holes. the wolfboy quickly pushes the tip in, making me scream out at the girth of him, whereas the weregirl rubs her cock on me, rocking into my hole slowly. the opposites collide into my brain and I can only babble at the feelings. werewolves all around come closer and start rubbing their cocks onto my body, the ones closer to the back only touch themself and wish they were closer. I barely notice as they both start thrusting up into me. the squelching noises echo out as they pant and huff into my neck.

"cmon. take it, take our cocks babe. nghh" the wereboy groans out into my lips. our tounges dance together as the weregirl starts speaking. "good girl, good pup. take all of our cum. such a good girl." their thrusts speed up as their balls slap my skin, the pain making me moan out along with their cocks pleasuring my walls.

wolves all around start quicking their thrusts against my skin and some start slapping my tits, my ass, anywhere they can reach. my hands reach out and start rubbing any dicks I can grab. "set 'er down. we gotta fill her up as much as we can." I'm placed onto the chest of the wereboy as he lays on the stump, both cocks never leave me. though another enters my cunt, and another into my ass. my mouth is opened wide and violated by a werewolf thrusting in and out wildly. the thrusts are at inhumane paces as animalistic grunts and growls fill my ears.

"ugh, so close. take this cum you whore." one speaks. they all start mumbling out curses and names at me, my sopping cunt twitching. the weregirl behind me starts pinching my inflamed clit and slapping it harshly. "cum for us baby. you got this, cum." in a white hot flash, my body tenses and I squirt onto the wolves cocks. all the wolves groan and quickly hot ropes of cum coat my insides from my tightness, some thrust more but also fill me up. I'm full and happily bred, finally knotted. "good girl." is all I hear before I'm picked up and doze off to sleep.

DNI CIS MEN AND MINORS

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elatedfool · 21 days

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nothing else on brain after that Boss!Aventurine post other than being sandwiched by Boss!Aventurine and Boss!Childe- one of them using his tongue on you while the other is fucking you too as you cry in overstimulation oh my god

૮꒰꩜ ᯅ ꩜;꒱ა this is such a delicious idea!!! i hope this is good enough bcs i'm running out of ideas lately.. ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

these two r in their boss form so. . . monsterfucker :3 overstimulation, afab!reader, reader is shorter than them, does this count as double penetration? 🤔 tentacle tongue, marking (with claws), they're a lil mean in a loving way :3

having one of them around is troublesome enough—but here you are, wedged in between your favorite men, except they're much, much bigger than you now—they can easily snap your neck if they'd like, but they won't—why would they hurt you? you're their precious darling and they (quite literally) live for the purpose of making you happy!! :3

and one of the best ways to do it is by having aventurine's massive hands lifting you up by your thighs like you barely weigh anything, exposing the plush skin hidden beneath that pretty lacy skirt, along with your clothed sex—dampening the pink panties with your sweet, slick arousal, earning an amused chuckle from childe, he cannot help but think of how adorable you are, already so turned on after just a few kisses. :(

"so wet for us," he chides, pressing his thick claw against the wet patch to tease you, while also sliding your underwear to the side—and he adds another one, slowly spreading your folds apart, groaning at the sight of the puffy skin shining with slick. he's not gonna lie, the sight alone is enough to make his cock twitch; really, can you get any more cuter?

"does it feel that good?" now the voice came from above your head, along with a faint sound of the senior manager's length slapping against your ass. aeons, he's big alright, and you're starting to get cold feet, unsure if you'll be able to take him in. don't worry though, they will be very careful to not inflict any harm upon you—unless you're into it, of course. 😼

before you could brace yourself, childe replaced his digits with something long and slippery—which turns out to be his tongue—using it to circle your pearl and slowly slips it into your cunt, eliciting an embarrassingly loud moan from you. the wet muscle curls flexibly inside you to reach all the right spots, drawing out more and more perverted noises out of you.

meanwhile, aventurine runs his mouth down your nape, "don't forget about me now—you can take both, yes?" oh, right, it would be unjust of you to ignore the way he's been rubbing his length from behind, and you respond with a slight nod, albeit slightly unsure... he catches on to this and press a reassuring kiss on your head, "that's my girl," and you relaxed, heart fluttering at his honeyed words; the keyword here is relaxed.

for nothing could've prepared you for this—his erection pushing all the way inside your leaky cunt, accompanied by a squealching sound from childe's tongue that continues to swirl and wriggle around, moving as steady as ever, unbothered by aventurine's hard and ruthless pace. you look so much prettier like this, they think—beads of crystalline tears flowing down your warm cheeks as they force out orgasm after orgasm out of you! you can barely feel your legs—heck, your brain cannot even process everything that's happening right now, and that's exactly what these two wanted! for you to think of nothing but them and all the pleasures they're inflicting upon you.

#restricted section．．．#mailbox｡#hsr x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #childe x reader

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modern-vellichor · 2 years

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hello <3 i would love if you wrote a frank x reader fic in which reader opens up to frank for the first time and it scares him because of his past and his fear he might fall for you and put you in danger (angst with a fluffy ending maybe?) thank you i love your writing!!

i love you more anon also i'm sorry for this sweets warnings: violence, angst. super short

You had scars too.

Frank liked to run his thumb over the one on your hip. He never asked where it came from. He didn't know why he liked it. Maybe, in some sick and twisted way, he liked that you knew pain like he did. The scar was gaudy, raised, ragged. It wasn't caused by falling off a bike. This came from something painful.

You lay your head on Frank's bare chest, listening to his heart, feeling his chest rise and fall. On any other day, it would have lolled you to sleep. But now you had something caught in the back of your throat. Some words that settled in your chest, desperate to claw their way out. Frank could feel that you were tense. You shivered and so he pulled your duvet up around your shoulders and kissed your hairline.

"Why don't you ever ask?"

You had asked about every scar he had ever allowed you to see. You liked the story, the self preservation. You liked the aliveness, the human factor, the need to survive. The scars made Frank real. He didn't answer you.

"Please, ask," you beg quietly.

"I don't want to know."

"Why not? I know everything about you. Why don't you want to know about me?"

Frank shook his head and scoffed. You sat up and turned to face him. You looked heartbroken.

"Do you even know my last name?"

Frank rolled his eyes.

"Francis David Castiglione," you stated, Frank seemed almost shocked. "You changed your name to Castle before you joined the Marines. You met Maria and got her pregnant with Lisa after three months of being together."

"Shut it," Frank grunted angrily.

You pointed to a scar on his chest.

"Billy did that," you pointed to another. "You got that one in Kandahar. That one was from falling off your bike as a kid. Matt gave you that one as a warning."

Frank grabbed your wrist and instead of flinching, you pulled his hand towards your hip. You pushed his fingers into the scar until bruises were forming.

"I was mugged when I was sixteen. I was walking home from school, I had stayed late to finish a biology project. It was dark, and some dude pulled me into an alley. I only had my phone, he didn't believe me. He stabbed me, he threatened to kill me. He didn't, and I don't know why he didn't."

Frank recoiled. He moved away from you, far enough that you couldn't reach him. His brain reeled. All this time, he thought he had been protecting you, when really it was just neglect. You knew everything about him, and yet you still loved him with every fibre of your being. Frank knew nothing about you. He didn't know about your family, or where you grew up, or what your middle name was.

You clambered out of his bed. You stared at the faded green wallpaper as you pulled on your clothes. You looked holy in the warm light of the bedroom. Frank looked at the picture of Maria on his bedside table and was filled with regret.

"Don't go," he begged.

He reached out for you. He took your hand in his and studied it. There was another scar on your knuckle. He ran his thumb over it.

"What happened?" He asked earnestly.

"Scraped it on a tree a few months ago."

Your jeans were pulled halfway up your thighs. There was a fresh bruise just above the waistband. Frank pointed at it. He looked you in the eyes with an unrecognizable emotion, but with obvious sincerity. He wanted to know. He wanted you.

He pulled your forehead against his. His hand splayed over the nape of your neck. You shut your eyes. Frank pulled away to kiss the bridge of your nose. You kept your eyes shut as you felt his breath ghost over your ear. You smiled.

"I know your last name."

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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Idk if requests open but can I make a request of Sukuna scouting out a new virgin student (of age ofc) that he fucks and impregnates and they return two years later with twin girls and the student hates Sukuna with a passion?

itadori yuuji x human fem!reader x slight sukuna (yuuji endgame) "do you still keep count of my sins? will your heart ever forgive my skin?" tw not so heavy sex, dubcon, accidental pregnancy, suicide ideation tagging: @booksweet @fushigurocockslut @lazy10ieiri @sassyeahhhh @cotton-curse @thevoidwriting @dukina @miss-ryomen @megumifushi @duskamethyst @t-tatsumaki @haikyutiehoe heads empty just word vomits, shit just made sense in my head but idk fjrbfhrhjrb just lemme okay

- from me, to you

“slowly, please!”

your pleas went from his ear to another as you felt his bulbous tip stretched the first ring of your tight muscle. you were introduced to everyone as a family friend of yuuji and every since that the curse residing in the body of the pink haired boy has been obsessed with your existence. you thought you were kissing yuuji, you swore it was yuuji that was undressing you, running his tongue along your spine as he pushed your back down, hoisting your hips upward. it was until you were startled by how cold his hand was on your waist, his heavy breathing down your neck and the poking of its sharp claws- claws? you want to scream but the hand clasped around your mouth, muffling your scream.

"tsk, tsk, not yet," your eyes shut as you felt his hot tongue tracing your jaw, "not until i'm in you."

"s-sukuna," your voice muffled, "what's happening?"

your hand scrambled to find whatever within your reach to cover your body but his hand was faster as he caught your wrist. your face warmed up, you were bare from chest to waist, leaving only your skirt on.

this was all for yuuji, you were saving yourself for yuuji since high school, even after he left you for some private school that his late grandfather had arranged after his death. you met him again after a few years, during busy hour of train ride. you had work in kindergarten, becoming a full time teacher while yuuji did something- his words not yours. you found yourself every morning eager to meet him on train, it had became a thing until he boldly asked for a date. before you know it you were dating. the secret of jujutsu world came heavy on you as yuuji explained the cursed residing his body, it made you worried.

everyone can see it in your face; gojo, megumi, nobara, nanami, literally everyone but yuuji who was too in love with you. but just as how yuuji had accepted you as you, you learnt to love him as he is. sure, sukuna has ruined a couple of your dates, switched mid kissing because he was 'curious' to how does it feels like to kissing a human- but you've accepted yuuji as he is.

with or without sukuna.

this was supposed to be your special night; it was one night you prayed to god for luck. but the only one who answered was the devil and he's tracing his tongue down your chest to your shaven pussy. drowning you in kisses and empty promises before tossing you on all for, aligning himself to your entrance. you missed yuuji, his warm touch and his sweet praises but what greeted you was sukuna's rough grip as he split you in half. you had never felt like this before, it was different from your fingers, or yuuji's or his tongue, the stretch was painful and unbearable. you let out a choke sobs as he started to move, giving you no chance to adjust.

"it's okay, it's okay," your eyes flew open, you thought it was yuuji as your head tossed back only to be greeted by his red eyes. sukuna grimaced as he grabbed her cheek, his fingers slipped in your lips, pressed onto your tongue with his claws so close to your throat. you shook your head as the pain started to become pleasurable, you fought to muffle your moans, you know somewhere in his brain, yuuji is watching. you gasped, your boyfriend is watching.

"stop-stop please, yuuji."

"yuuji will not have any memory of this if you let me have you. it's not fair for yuuji to only have his fun with you," his voice came out soft, yet there was no good intention behind it, "i love you too, you know?"

you shook your head, the proclamation of love sounds too much like yuuji. "don't let yuuji knows, please. i'll do anything." if anything sukuna was an honest man, with a kiss on your lips, yuuji had quieted down in his head, eyes shut lulled into dreamland. the pain build up in your chest, you couldn't help the tears spilling down your cheeks as another moan escaped your lips. you beat yourself inside for enjoying it too much. his tongue darted out, capturing the salty droplet on your face. your body shuddered when you suddenly felt your belly tightened.

"i-i want-" you choked out on your moans.

"hold it, i want to feel you tight cunt milking me when i cum," sukuna hissed, tightening his grip around your throat, "you'll cum when i tell you."

"i can't hold it, pleasepleaseplease."

you cried out as his thrusts became faster and faster. his grip on you were bruising, you let out more screams as you clawed on his hands, fighting the intense burning as he slammed his pelvic forward until he let a loud groan. you followed soon, the familiar welcoming feeling of orgasm rushed through your body, your eyes fluttered as you struggled to fight your consciousness. you could feel his warmth spurting inside your wall. guilt washed over you as your lips moved to call for him meekly.

"baby," your heart fluttered, arms around your tightened, it was nothing but the familiar warmth of your lover, "baby, did i hurt you?" turning around, it was just yuuji's soft doe eyes looking down on you. sukuna is long gone. you couldn't even think of a word to say as his thumb caressed your cheeks. you sighed in relief, shaking your head pulling him for a kiss, "you could never hurt me," you said shakily, lips trembling as you offered him a reassuring smile. you spoke of the truth, yuuji would never hurt you, never in a heartbeat. you were glad sukuna had kept his promise, yuuji had no memories of what had happened.

to him, you and him did consummate the relationship.

it pained you to see yuuji apologized for the bruises he had left. kissing it and caressing it with such upset as you stand under the hot steamy shower. he washed you gently, he couldn't stop smiling. when he tilted your chin up, your heart broke as he muttered his love and devotion for you.

"i love you, y/n."

you couldn't bring yourself to answer his devotion; your guilt could never let you speak of the words freely. but you did. your arms snaked around his neck as you buried yourself in the crook of his neck, you prayed that he will be able to forgive you.

"i love you too, itadori."

you didn't know how you managed to integrate back into your normal life. you felt like a cheater. you didn't deserve to be the center of yuuji's wide smile. you didn't deserve his warm hugs as he waited for you by the train station, you didn't deserve his kiss or his attention. you wished he had made a mistake so you could use it against him. you couldn't sleep at night, you're fucking your job up and you're missing your period.

it'd been a month since you last got your period.

uh-oh, your period is late this month!

you stared on your phone, staring at the notification from your application that tracked your cycle. fear washed over you as you tried to rack out the memory of that night; did yuuji/sukuna put on a condom? your hand trembled as you felt your chest tightened. not like this, god please not like this, your mind raced. your thoughts halted when a fight broke off at the back of your class as your students argued over a pencil. despite the heavy wave of panic surging through your vein, you swallowed your pain, forcing a smile as you broke the argument apart.

you swallowed the same pain as you smiled at the cashier with your eyes, placing a couple box of pregnancy tests on the counter, opting to pay cash and prayed no one recognized her through the mask.

you swallowed the same pain as you stared at four positive pregnancy tests sitting on the sink of the train station while waiting for your train to arrive, you don't have strength to do this at home as you muffled your scream. you washed your face, wrapped the pregnancy tests and tossed it in the trash can. with trembling hands shoved in your coat you headed to the track. you watched as your feet edged closer to the yellow line.

maybe- maybe just one more step closer.

you contemplated but before your could move forward, the loud whistling of the station guard startled you. the train is coming. the train stopped and you boarded inside. you bit your lips as you brain numbed itself. you need help. you pulled out your phone and scrolled down the contact.

i need help, the first text went through.

y/n? sure, is yuuji troubling you?

can we meet? and can this stay between you and me? yuuji can't know, you replied. you heard the conductor announcing your stop. you braced yourself as the train halted into a full stop. you eyed for a reply, the replying bubble bounced as the recipient typed his reply. you sighed in relief as his reply went through.

friday, 3 pm. cafe xx.

you pocketed your phone just as you went up the stairs. yuuji had been waiting for you like he always do. "hi, baby. i got take outs waiting at home," you couldn't help but to smile as his arms went around you. you could feel tears prickling in the corner of your eyes as you inhaled his intoxicating scent. you'll miss it.

"you must have had a busy day that you forgot about it," he muttered as he gently caressed your back, "happy anniversary, y/n."

you broke the news first to yuuji's closest father figure, nanami. his first response was to shut up. you were shocked. "we can't do this here. we need to get gojo and utahime. you need shoko to reconfirm everything," nanami stood, fishing for a couple of yens, tossing on the table before he led you out of the cafe. you sat in his car in silence, eyes bore down on your phone. the screen lightened up as it vibrated.

emergency, had to go to kyoto in two days, take care, ill be back soon, i love you was the content of yuuji's text.

"i told gojo to sent him away. if you are pregnant, we need to take a step back," nanami explained as the car came to stop. you could feel your world crashing down. it was hard to explain everything that had happened to you in front of gojo, utahime and shoko. there were no judgement passed. utahime held you as the sudden wave of nausea hit you. shoko had confirmed your pregnancy by both blood and urine tests.

your world are complete crashing through.

"what are you going to do?" gojo finally asked, "we don't know whether this baby is either yuuji or sukuna's."

"don't be stupid, of course it's still yuuji's," utahime cussed at the white haired man, "it's yuuji's body, sukuna's a cursed spirit, he doesn't have physical body." that was some sort of a relief for you to hear but still; this baby wasn't made by you and yuuji. "i want it gone," you whispered through your gritted teeth. you looked up to the sensei with the begging look in your eyes. "please, i can't."

"y/n it's still yuuji's you have to think it through," nanami tried to reason. the baby, after all, is still the innocent one here. you shook your head as you let out a pained scream. you pulled your knees to your chest with your face buried in it as you rocked yourself back and forth. "i'm scared. i-i can't tell yuuji about this," you choked out, looking up to all of them, "you have to help me, in any ways, i'm begging you."

hence the plan.

you stared around your apartment with dull pain in your chest. yuuji picked this one years ago because it has balcony for you both to sit and cuddle when rainy days come. he promised you he would built a small garden for you but you never got a chance to that. you stared at the pictures along the wall, the unfolded clothes on the sofa that smelt too familiar. there was this morning's cups of coffee still in the sink and you remembered the leftovers in the refrigerator. you could almost hear yuuji singing in the bathroom as you marked your students' papers in the living room, you could almost see the days where you held each other after a rough day, slow dancing to the song of thunder and rain.

how could you leave this all?

"the flight is in 4 hours. we should get going to beat the traffic and get you something to eat," gojo's voice broke your thoughts. you handed the man the two suitcases packed with a smile. "i'll be right down," you muttered with a smile, a silent cue for gojo to leave you for a second. you need some time to say goodbye. with the shut of the door, you were alone now. you put the letter on the table right were yuuji could see.

"i hope you can forgive me, yuuji," your voice echoed the apartment. you could never do this right in front of his face, you were almost glad you didn't have too. it made it easier for you to shut the door behind you and walked away. gojo drove you to the airport. you said your goodbye to everyone, handed your immediate resignation letter and now you're staring at the plane ticket gojo bought. the plan was to disappear until you had the baby and then utahime will take it away and maybe integrated it into the sorcerer's family.

"maki would love to adopt a child. maybe gojo could too, he has been doing this with the fushiguros."

you rested your head against the window as exhaustion hit you. today had been a rough day. one second you were in kitchen with yuuji, enjoying your breakfast and later you are about to flee the country. "do you think i can call yuuji before i board the plane?" you asked hopefully. you could already hear the no from the strongest sorcerer so it was shocking to hear his agreement instead.

"i don't know why you're expecting me to say no. if it's up to me, i would love for you to stay. yuuji would love to have a family with you, he would be so supportive, that's yuuji." you nooded as you let out a choke sob, gojo is right, yuuji would bent his back for anyone, especially you. but the burden and guilt you carried felt like it was too much for your boyfriend to handle. "it would be unfair to him," you decided against calling for him.

this is your punishment, you have to deal with it.

it's your second year in america now. and you're going home soon.

you stared at the sonogram as the pilot announced that they'll be landing in few minutes. that was the only thing left behind of your pregnancy. all you know were the gender of the baby which is a girl and it was healthy and perfect. you didn't realise it wasn't as easy as you thought when you had to let her go. the months of solitude had made you realised how much you loved the babies.

babies.

no one realised it until you felt the second wave of contraction that it was a pair of girls. one of the babies cried in your arms when it came out, another in utahime's arms. she had flew over to help you with it. your locks were too light for you to even determine the colour yet but she had your eyes. you spent few days breastfeeding it.

"are you sure you want to give it away?" utahime asked as she watched you cradled the baby to the chest. she knew she shouldn't ask the questions when you're such in fragile state, but she knew you loved the girls. "i can't be a good mother, plus i can't keep milking off satoru, i have to come home soon," you both laughed.

"you know, he still hasn't stop looking for you," your smile died. you looked down on the little fingers wrapped around your massive finger. that's your yuuji. "tell him i'm fine. tell him that- that i'll be home when i'm ready. tell him i'm sorry," you kissed your babies' heads, as tears started to pool in your eyes. "m'sorry okay, you need a better home," you smiled painfully as you handed the babies away.

"you let me know any time if you want to see them okay? the family taking in them are a close friend. they are happy to care for them until you're ready."

you stared at the line at the customs. the question has been running in your mind; are you ready? you turned new phone on. no one knows of your new phone except for the one you trusted with, so it was odd to see a message from an unknown number.

im in front of the gate

maybe it's gojo's new number. after all he's the one bringing you home. you pushed your one suitcase through the wave of busy crowd. you craned your head around to look for the tallest man with the signature white puff on its head, only to be met with a familiar pink hair. you could feel your blood ran cold. it's him. after 2 years of your sudden disappearance, here you are standing in front of each other.

"y/n?"

you felt shivers running down your spine with the gentle way your name rolled off your tongue. itadori yuuji looked almost the same as he did before you left him except for the scar in the corner of his lips. his hair is longer now, slicked back with random strays down his forehead. he has eyebags that matched yours, he had been sleepless since you were gone. your brain racked for something to say; a greet, an apology, beratement but what came shocked you.

he couldn't help it when he pulled you in, lips first. it has been 2 years since you left him, it was 2 years of carrying humans in you alone for them to leave you, going out of your mind, falling apart. "yuu-" you voice trembled but he hushed you, shaking his head as he deepened his kiss. you weren't sure to what game gojo was playing when he send yuuji to pick you up, but it was a dangerous, risky game. "why did you leave me like that?" he asked painfully, his fingers caressing every corner of your face. you lost a lot of weight from the pregnancy and years alone. you've changed but so is he. you felt tears prickling in the corner of your eyes and you muttered the only words you could think off.

"i'm sorry."

he shook his head, laughing half heartedly as he wiped your tears while his own smeared on his cheeks. "no, i'm sorry. you needed me but i didn't even realised it. you should've talked to me. you should have tell me something, i could've help," he loomed closer, thumb running along your bottom lips. you know he couldn't, there was nothing he could've done to help you years ago. you weren't sure if yuuji knew the truth or not but with his arms around you, you weren't sure if this was the right time to tell.

the apartment looked different that when you left it. sure, it left a bitter taste of that one single memory in your mind but it still had welcomed you home well. you realised that some thing had changed. "when you left, i had to do something from losing my mind. kugisaki and fushiguro helped me redo the apartment," you heard his footsteps as he pushed your suitcase into the room. it was more alive than before. you smiled as you opened the sliding door, he had turned it into a small garden. "you made me a garden," you said, fingers brushing against the growing vines. "just like you wanted. i figure it would bloom right on time just incase you decide to come home," he leaned against the door frame. you couldn't help but to pluck the ripe tiny tomato from the plant, it tasted sweet and juicy as you expected.

"thank you."

his smile grew, "i redo our bedroom too. come," he held out his hand. you didn't hesitate a bit. the room is brighter, you didn't know how he did it but it's connected to the other room that used to be empty now turned into a walk in closet. "i don't-it was kugisaki's idea. the closet," you opened the light and walked along the carpeted floor. your old clothes were hung opposite to his own. there's a small vanity at the end of the room where your old, probably expired skincare sat collecting dust. what attracted you the most was the framed picture of you two years ago. you turned around and he smiled as he inched forward.

"i don't know how will i ever make it up for all the pain i've cost you, but i promise i'll make it up to you in any fucking ways-"

yuuji hushed you, brushing the threatening tears away from your eyes, "you came back to me. that's enough. what more could i asked for?"

you had a new job now. and itadori yuuji? he's your loving, devoted husband. "you're a flight risk, i can't risk losing you anymore," you rolled your eyes at him when he proposed to you. you said yes, married each other quietly before breaking the news to everyone via text as you both got drunk in the comfort of your home. it has been a year since your return. you knew yuuji is raging ball of baby fever ever since your closest friend gave birth. ironic. how would you ever break the news that he is a father? you never ask utahime what happened to the girls. you weren't sure how will you react to it. do you dare break a family apart for your daughters you never knew of?

"i think i want twins," yuuji startled you one day as you washed the dishes.

"twins?"

"a pair of girls," the pink haired man winked as he strutted away, leaving you wondering. the baby fever died and you haven't heard any mention of it until months later.

it was a normal sunday morning when yuuji drove you to the jujutsu high. maki and nobara had returned back to tokyo after years of abroad. they were the only one you hadn't met since your return and you've missed them. "they had two girls," yuuji grabbed a hold of your hand and brought it up to his lips, gently kissing the knuckles. it peaked your interest. "they had twins? how?"

"adoption. they said the adoption isn't finalized yet, they are still waiting for the mother's consent. they are really beautiful, they reminded me of you," your heart skipped a bit. you fidgeted silently on your side as utahime's words invaded your mind. the one adopting your twins is a close friend. by close friend, does she mean nobara and maki? does yuuji know? questions after questions barged your mind.

"you'll love them," yuuji flashed you a smile as he dragged you up the stairs. you could hear the playful scream of children and the familiar panda's voice as loud thudding echoed the ground. your heart swell as you stood on top of the stairs. "papa yuuji!" one of the children screamed and you watched as the girl jumped straight into his arms. you hid your trembling hands in your pocket.

"who is this papa yuuji?" the child asked, looking shyly at you who's kneeling beside him. you held out a small bar of chocolate; same one you always liked your whole life. yuuji caressed the girl's cheek, "you can call her mama y/n. right?" the last question was meant more for you as you nodded. "sure, you can call me mama y/n, sweetie." the girl smiled widely, it was odd how much she reminded you of well, a younger you. the girl glanced at yuuji before back at you before jumping straight into your arms.

"hello, mama y/n," she giggled, her arms tightening around you. when she pulled back, you recognized her eyes. you remembered years of memory, post labour when you hold your small bloodied child to your frantic chest. you realised it's the same eyes you're looking in. "who's this papa yuu?" her twin asked, jumping curiously into yuuji's arms. you caught his eyes and he shoot you a reassuring smile. "that's mama y/n. the one i've told you about. go say hi," he nudged the other one who shyly shuffled towards you.

the twins didn't understand why you were staring at them tearfully. they are children, all they could do were offered you a hug. "can we play together later, mama?" you nodded, quickly brushing the tears away from your eyes, "sure. we can, go ahead i'll catch up."

yuuji's arms came next as he wrapped himself around you. "they grew up so well, don't they?" he whispered into your ear as his hand gently ran up and down your back. you bit your lips, stifling your cries as you let out a choked up apology. "don't worry about what kind of mother you were years ago, worry about now. worry about how are we gonna fit two grown up children in our shitty apartment," he chuckled as he cradled you closer, "they are not gonna remember what happened 3 years go but they'll remember what will happen now. but no pressure, whenever you're ready. wherever they are, be it with you and me or kugi and maki, they are loved and cared for. i promise."

"maybe if you sleep on couch, we can fit them on the bed," you joked, wiping the corner of your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket. his eyes widened, you could almost see the joy in his eyes as you nodded. "i'll sleep on the balcony if i have too. as long as i have you and them," his lips brushed gently against your forehead as his arms tightened around you.

"we'll make it work right?"

he reassured you with a smile and a nod, "like we always do."

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Come Kitty, Kitty//Shinso

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

This is my part of the amazing "Hybrids" collaboration hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting, thank you again for letting me participate, this was definitely exciting x pairing: kitten!fem!readerxShinso (college!au)//words:3.3k+

Summary: You knew pushing Shinsou's buttons would end in a punishment, which was exactly what you craved (featuring after care)

TW: BDSM, dom and sub (calling him sir, him calling you kitten and at one point pet), choking, rope play, spanking, overstimulation, squirting, anal play (at the end), oral (both receiving), face fucking, degration (mixed with name calling), praise, unprotected sex, sending nudes and the reader wearing a collar Shinsou didn't plan on going to meet up with the group, Bakugou dragged him along with him, ranting about how if he had to go to Jiro's chill night he had to come too. It was an unusual group, really, but they, Shoto and Tokoyami shared the same taste in music. From that on the five became something along the lines of friends, even if Shinsou didn't want anything to do with it, he couldn't deny the fact he didn't hate having them around him, and having someone to study while in college had its perks.

When he explained he didn't feel like being there anymore they didn't try to make him stay, they understood he needed some alone time and told him to text them if he's back in his dorm and bit their goodbye. The sun wasn't down completely yet, it still engulfed the city in its warm colors, people passing him by on their way home or to a date, while he was slurping on his Boba Tea, grumbling about their happy go lucky energy.

That was until he saw you, sitting on a branch of a cherry blossom tree, yelling at three guys below you, who despairingly tried to grab your fluffy tail to drag you down. "I said fuck off you assholes!" one of them got too close for your liking causing you to hiss at them, revealing your sharp fangs, tail whipping from left to right. "Don't be such a little buzzkill now sweet cheeks, we just wanna show you a good time, we know how to take care of such a small thing," all of them laughed, jumping up again and this time being lucky in catching your tail, only to also catch your claws seconds later. "You fucking-" before he could say whatever angry insult was laying on his tongue a scarf was wrapped around him, pulling him back so he fell onto his ass in a small puddle.

"She said to leave her alone, so fuck off," he apparently caught their leader, the others now quickly trying to help him up and scramble off, mumbling insults which quickly died down when their opponent's eyes started glowing. "I could have done that myself," you told him, fixing your shirt as you sat upon the branch, feet dangling down, ears pulled back. "I'm not helpless just because I'm a cat, you know?" it amused him to watch you struggle as you tried to find a way back to the ground. He only raised an eyebrow, his gaze going from you to the floor and turning his back towards you. "Have fun getting down there yourself then," he walked away, your pleads seemingly fallen to deaf ears, but Shinsou could hear you just fine, a small smirk on his lips.

"Sir, please help me down. I'm sorry, thank you for defending me," the defeat in your voice was one thing, but switching from Mister to Sir made his head snap up from his phone's black screen. But before he could react in time he heard a loud thud and a whine.

It's not your problem, she's just a stranger, he thought to himself, but his body reacted sooner than his brain could, and Shinsou found himself carrying you to the nearest hospital, which conveniently was only two blocks away. Ever since then you were basically his shadow, nobody really took care of you, and growing up with Aizawa apparently made Shinsou also adapt his father's need to take in strays.

According to you, Shinsou didn't pay enough attention to you the last couple of days. You knew he had those days, too stressed out from university or hero work. His biggest desire at that moment is to simply have you in his lap while he was playing some games or cuddle up to you while watching a movie, the soft purrs emitting your curled-up body helping him heal from whatever had him worried in the late evening hours.

However, you were craving him, needed him. Every fiber in your body was screaming his name, begging for his touch, wanton for him to be balls deep inside your dripping little cunt. So you planned everything out, starting with sending him cute little pictures of you. Innocent and cute, wearing nothing but one of his big t-shirts, hair messy, forming a seeming halo between your perked up ears, tail wrapped around as you kneeled in front of the tall mirror. But then, oh no, what a pity, you spilled milk all over you when all you wanted was to prepare your breakfast. Your front camera perfectly captured the soaked material clinging to your shape, revealing your hardening nipples and soft mounds he loved to play with. And of course, it would only be fair to show him how good you can clean yourself, a little video of your in soap-covered glistering body.

If you don't stop right now, you're in for it, last warning

Promise?

Don't push your luck kitten

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Does my new set match my eyes? What do you think?

Left on read. Exactly forty-five minutes, before your door opens and your boyfriend appeared in its frame. Everything about him appeared calm, even breath, no fists, no tension. The only thing that gave away his fuming rage was his amethyst-like glowing eyes.

"Come here," he ordered, pulling off his shoes and putting them to the side. "Ugh, it's so comfy here though," you told him, stretching yourself on the couch, kissed by the sun. His movement halted, jacket still in his hand, and raised in the air as he turned to look at you. "Excuse me?" the hand wrapped around the fabric tightened, nostrils flared, and only now you realized the mistake you had done. Big hands adorned by silver rings pushed up his sleeves, eyes fixated on you. Even if you wanted to you couldn't leave his gaze, pupils turning into slits when Shinsou started making his way towards you.

Anticipation rose in your stomach, the flick of your tail betraying you as a smirk formed on Shinsou's chiseled face. "Now, kitten," his pointer finger interlaced with the small ring on your collar allowing him to pull your face close to his, his hot breath fanning over your delicate skin "I'll count to ten, you're going to be a good little pet and go into the bedroom, get undressed and wait for me."

Amusement flashed over his face when he noticed your eyes now almost completely black as your pupils expanded. Your breath hitched in your throat as his soft, plump lips were mere an inch away from yours while his thumb stroked your cheek softly. Before your wish could come true he pulled away, starting to unbutton his shirt, the first number filling your ears. You practically run into the bedroom, eager to have him pound into you, your cunt already throbbing at the simple thought of it.

"Nine... Ten," he still wore his grey sweatpants, hung low on his hips, and allowing you to have a perfect view on his happy trail. His large fist was wrapped around thick purple robes. You sat on your bed, legs pulled underneath you while you wore nothing but the collar around your neck, watching him every step. He simply pointed his fingers to the spot in front of him, waiting for you to walk up to him.

"What's your safe word?" he always asked you this before even touching you. Your safety was above anything for him. "Bunny," a small kiss was placed on your forehead. "Good. And your sign?" "Tapping my fingers onto my palm three times," you said like a bullet being shot from a pistol. "You understand that you're in trouble, right?" he asked you, turning you around and pushing your hair to one side, letting him kiss your neck sensually, his free hand wandering down your side. "Yes Shin," you breathed, earning a harsh slap to your ass and a hiss escaping your throat. "That's sir to you, you know better than that," he warned, pulling your arms behind your back and wrapping them together, like he had practiced so many times before, making sure your blood flow wasn't cut off by them.

Shinsou walked to the in black sheets covered bed, sitting down on it with his legs spread open and pulling you in between them. "You know the rules kitten, and you still thought sending me these pics while I'm out in public with my friends would be a good idea. Why is it forbidden to do so, especially without a warning?" he looked at you through his lashes, one hand over your tail drawing small circles, the other circling your clit lazily, sending you in a hazy state. "Because I belong to you, and someone, ah, could see them," your toes curled slightly, trying your best to concentrate on his voice.

"Exactly, so why did you do it then kitten?" he cocked his eyebrow, picking up his speed and watching you squirm. "I wanted your attention, Sir. You barely acknowledged me the last few days," your voice was a mix of pleasure and whining, pressing down on his hand for more which only earned you a slap on your clit. "Ah, so we're a greedy little attention whore?" his question sounded like he just had a breakthrough discovery, a single digit slipping into your wet walls, his thumb still playing with your sensitive nub. "Yes," you admitted, his degradation causing you to clench around Shinsou's curling finger, another one joining. "I see. I'm sorry for not giving you enough attention. What about the attention I'm giving you right now? Is it enough? Or does my little slut need more?" he knew how to make you come within a few seconds, how to play with your pussy to have you squealing out incomprehensible sentences.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, flicking his slick muscle over them again and again. "Hm?" he hummed against it, his thumb now having the perfect speed to send you over the edge already. "More, please Sir," you moaned while he made you ride out your first orgasm of the night. "I thought so. You gotta earn it first though," he didn't plan on having you on your knees for long, but he wasn't ready to give you what you want just yet. After all, you had to be punished.

At the thought of his thick cock down your throat your mouth started to water. Gratefully dropping down in front of him made your tits jiggle in the process. You licked along his shaft, the tip of your tongue going from his balls to the tip of his dick, swirling around its head before starting to bop your head up and down slowly, taking in more and more every time you went down until your nose hit his freshly shaved skin.

With your tongue extended it was easy to kitten lick his balls, adding to the pleasure going through his veins. "Fuck, such a good whore. Just like that, your mouth feels so nice wrapped around me," you continued, his words of courage fueling you while his hips snapped up every now and then to make you splutter around him. After a few minutes of his dick shoved down your neck, you went up for air again, drool making your chin glister in the purple light emerging from the bulb above you.

"I can't remember that I told you to stop," his voice was raspier than normal. Collecting the mixture of spit and precum dripping down your chin with this thumb he pushed it into your mouth, watching you suck on it, and gently dragging your fangs against his finger when he pulled out again. "Go on," apparently you were too slow, his hand fisting your hair. His actions caused you to gag, resulting in his length being pushed down further.

"Don't forget I'm in charge, always," with his left leg grounded, the right one wrapped around your head, his ankle laying on his muscular thigh to keep you in place. He started thrusting upwards, careful to keep your hair out of your face because he didn't want to miss your fucked-out expression. Lilac eyes watched in ecstasis as you struggled against his grip, hearing you gag and feeling you contract against him, more drool dripping down your chin. Shinsou loved turning you into a mess, inside and out.

"Can't breathe kitten?" he asked slightly amused, getting turned on, even more, when the realization hit him about how much power he had over you. You tried shaking your head but failed miserably, ears pulled back with no escape in sight, your tail swinging like a whip. Only when your eyes started to water, your tears meeting at your cupid's bow he had mercy with you.

Due to the abuse of your jaw, you couldn't really close it, trying your best to catch your breath before he pulled you back up. It was easy for Shinsou to have you on your back, spread in front of him while his head found its home between your legs, eating your pussy as if hadn't had a meal in weeks. The man between your legs was licking and sucking your most sensitive area, his manicured nails digging into the meat of your soft thighs to keep them from closing. Shinsou now wanted one thing, and one thing only: his name the only word in your brain as he fucked you stupid, making you cum over and over and over again.

So you did, two times, four times, six times. Your mind was foggy after the fifth, which also was the one leading him to tie your legs to each bedpost at the end because you were overstimulated, your legs clamping shut and he didn't want any of that.

You expected your punishment to be denial, a rough spanking while you are bend over his knees, not being touched at all, only serving for his pleasure and his pleasure alone but you were oh so wrong. The remark off you earlier telling him how little attention he had given you made him rethink his planned discipline. If you want his attention you're going to get it, all of it. The attempt to muffle your moans and screams not even crossing his mind. He wanted everyone to know how good he made you feel, tied up, sprawled in front of him, for him to use and adore.

"Sir please, no more, it feels weird," you cried out, not even trying to move away since you knew it only made him want you more. "Weird how?" he asked and your body was thankful for the short break, yet craved his mouth on you again. "Like I have to pee," you said timidly, a small sob traveling through your sweat-covered body. He cursed under his breath, eyes rolling in the back of his head at the thought of making you squirt. "Too bad you have no say in this," he slapped your clit and returned to his previous position.

Before you knew it his fingers curled even faster, your already hyper-sensitive clit throbbing between his lips covered in your juices. "Please," you sobbed as his eyes watched your in pleasure twisted face, tears streaming down your face. The safe word was still prominent in your brain, you could use it any second but even though your skin was ignited you needed more, needed him to fill you up, to cloud your vision and let you forget every thought in your brain that was left somewhere in there.

"Let go for me kitten," the vibration of his low voice sent you over the edge once again and sure enough his wish came true. Shinsou never knew he could make it happen but today you proved him wrong, the need to be inside of you now bigger than ever before. "Done?" you asked, your whole body shaking and your eyes only a small slit caused by the exhaustion.

"Just started," the lust was written over his face as he cleaned it with your shirt laying next to the bed before positioning himself at your entrance, watching your wetness drip down onto the mattress. Your pussy was throbbing from the many orgasms he had milked from you. He couldn't wait to feel your velvety walls adorning his thick shaft, clenching around it, and hear you scream out in delight.

"No, no more," you tried to put the last bit of energy against the restraints holding you in place but there was no use. Shinsou was a master with ropes and while he can untie you in a second you could never slip out of them, he made sure of that.

A simple tug on each knot freed you and for a second you thought it was over, relaxing into the drenched fabric below you as he turned you around. The feeling of calmness didn't last long, his big, strong hands grabbing your hips and pulling your ass up in the air, delivering a slap to both cheeks and watching them bounce from the impact. He could see your claws extending, a natural reacting to protect you from your attacker but the way your hole clenched around nothing gave away just how much you liked it.

"Did you just say no? I'm gonna continue and you'll let me use you because do you know what you are? A dumb, little whore for me to use. Tell me to stop again and I'll fuck you until you pass out, got it?" he grunted, momentarily teasing you with just the tip of his cock before pushing his whole length balls deep inside of you.

The grip you had around him caused every cuss word his brain held to tumble out within seconds. Never did Shinsou think he could become addicted to a pussy, but here he was, pounding into you like a mad man in love. One hand was placed between your shoulder blades, making you arch just perfect for him to have access to every hole he wanted. The cold spit hitting your until now ignored, puckered hole clench in shock before he pushed his thumb in between your spread cheeks.

It didn't take long for his hand to wrap around your throat, tongue lolling out as yet another orgasm crashed through your body. Your cunt was clenching around him, backside and tail vibrating in satisfaction. "I think you have one more for me, what do you think kitten? Gonna be a good girl?" he could feel his own high building up in his abdomen, ready to fill you up and watch it leak out of your abused pussy. You couldn't possibly form a sentence, let alone a single word, only nodding your head, wanting for him to come inside of you.

"That's what I thought, I'm proud of you, taking me so well," Shinsou grunted, listening to your moans and sobs. Pulling you up by your hair allowed him to view your ahegao face in the reflection of the window, watching the sun go down in the distance and the buildings below you appear so small.

He looked at you in pure bliss, enjoying the little show in front of him, how worn out you looked, sweat, tears, and drool draped over your body. Beautiful boobs bounced in the same beat of his thrusts. "Gon' come Sir" you slurred, stars appearing in front of your eyes while his hand connected with your clit yet again. The word 'mine' written over it caused you to collapse into his arms, crying out his name as the last orgasm washed over you like a tsunami. With another thrust of his hips, he shot his load deep inside of you, and moaned your name.

It didn't take long before Shinsou's strength returned, picking you in his arms and kissing your temple. "Wanna take a bath with me and watch a movie? I can order some food, how does that sound?" his voice was soothing now, calming you down a bit with his quirk, telling you to take deep breaths and focus on his voice. "Yes please," you whispered when he sat you down on the small stool in the bathroom, watching him take out a soothing lotion and your favorite bubble soap. Turning on the water he collected the few cold drops in a glass, tipping your head back and letting the liquid flow down your dry mouth while whispering assuring words into your ears, listening to the soft purrs.

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