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tonycries · 11 days

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I'm Addicted, I Admit It!

Synopsis. They’re not drunk on alcohol - no, they’re drunk on you and your pretty lil’ pússy.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Choso x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Geto x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, pússydrunk boys, strength differences, bréeding, màting press, desperate boys, manhandling, marking, jealousy (Nanami’s side), praise, degradation, smacking, cúmplay, dirty talk, some HEINOUS things, lowkey fluffy Sukuna, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.5k

A/N. Was originally gonna be something else but I couldn’t get it out of my head so-

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Won’t stop, can’t stop

A pussydrunk Toji Fushiguro promises to break you - and is fully intent on fulfilling these promises. There’s no way he wasn’t with the way he had you folded into a mating press for the third time tonight.

“Oh hngh- please.” you mewl, begging for- you don’t even know at this point.

“Fuck.” he hisses into your mouth, and you flinch as his heavy balls smack your ass harder, throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls over and over-

You weren’t going to make it out alive.

Vision blurry, drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth, his cum gushing out of your overfilled pussy and spreading in a lewd little pool beneath you. You’re beyond the point of cockdrunk at this point - all you can do is sit there and take it while he keeps squeezing himself into you with reckless abandon.

That little scar on the corner of his mouth rubs against your lips so deliciously as he grimaces in both pain and pleasure. Overstimulating you both to insanity. And fuck, Toji wasn’t even sure if he could cum against but damn if he wasn’t going to try. Just wanting to fill you up one more time- “One more, doll. Not fucking enough.”

And before you know it, your pussy is clenching around nothing.

“Ngh- T-Toji.” Face sinking into the plush pillow as Toji flips you like a ragdoll. Not even giving you the time to register what’s happening before he’s bullying his thick cock into your dripping cunt from behind. Relishing in that delirious little squeal of surprise that leaves you as he stuffs you full again.

“Shit, fucking squeezing around me so fucking deliciously, sweetheart. Look at ya.” he slurs hoarsely, voice shot. Drinking in your sobbed little, “Ah- jus’ like that. Fuck hngh- keep going-”

Both of you are barely lucid at this point, but it’s all that tiny rational part of himself can do to not fuck into your sloppy pussy like an animal while you clench and flutter around him. Kissing hotly down your spine as you desperately adjust to his massive cock.

But ah you should’ve known - should’ve gotten an inkling of realization at the way his achingly hard cock was throbbing inside your walls at a maddening little bump! bump! bump!

With an impatient little grunt, Toji wraps an arm around your waist to give your quivering cunt a soft little swat! He drinks in your cute lil’ gasp of surprise, reeling back all the way till his angry, red tip was just kissing your sloppy entrance, pushing in quick, short jabs of his hips - more to fit himself deeper inside your snug cunt than anything.

With each harsh thrust, Toji’s pulling you back onto himself with bruising strength. Forcing you to feel every ridge and vein against all the right places as he stretches you on his cock. “Fuck, you’re incredible.” he murmurs. “Arch more f’me- yeah, that’s it. Tha’s my girl.”

And oh how you love being thrown around by him this way. Because no more was Toji self-conscious about hurting you like he usually was.

No, he’s pushing your back down to arch into his dick, still using and bending you however he pleases. And as he flattens his feet on the mattress, putting his body weight onto yours, it’s only a matter of time before you wonder when bones will start breaking.

But it still wasn’t enough. And he’s restless.

Because Toji’s looping two strong arms around your legs, letting himself fall backwards onto the mattress, hips burning as he keeps fucking you like an animal. Not pausing even as you clench around him in shock.

“Feels s’fucking heavenly.” he groans, voice raw. “Wan’ one more, sweetheart. Give me one more.” Lacing his fingers above your head to push. Down down down. So fucking filthily.

And it burns the way he had you so shamefully spread open. At this point you can hardly believe you’re conscious let alone being able to sob out a strangled little, “Yes! Yes yes yes make me cum, Toji. Make me cum all over your cock again.”

And he does - thumb pressing down on your poor, ravaged clit. Hard. unmoving even as you whine and buck into his touch. Torn between running away and pushing back for more more more- you cum with nothing more than pathetic little tingles that make you milk Toji’s cock desperately. Batting your lashes tearily up at him with a low, “Wan’ you to hah- c-cum insi-.”

You don’t even have to finish the sentence, before Toji’s pumping his seed into you with a strangled groan of what sounds like your name. Nothing more than hot, sticky wisps of cum that trickle down the side, too much for your poor overfilled pussy. Shooting delicate rope after rope until his cock is angry and twitching inside with nothing but blanks.

But in the haze of your high, you hear the way your boyfriend still finds it in himself to chuckle. A dark little, “One more, sweetheart.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - His, his, his

When Nanami Kento is pussydrunk, everyone will know the day after.

And by everyone, it’s everyone - from the apartment security guard that blushes and looks away, to your coworkers who titter when you walk in.

Because Nanami can’t stop himself from claiming each and every inch of your pretty self. Lips searing on your skin, leaking tip dragging along your swollen folds. His precum smearing so filthily across your cunt.

“K-Kento-” you mewl, grinding your hips into his so that he would just fucking ruin you like you wanted him to.

“Mhm?” he murmurs, nipping along the delicate skin of your neck. Tongue flattening, licking long, languid stripes down like a sort of reverence. “Tell me what you want, my love.”

And if he put an emphasis on the pet name, well, then let it be known that Nanami Kento was a composed man - but that wouldn’t mean he won’t let everyone know you’re his. Even those scrubs that can’t take a hint.

Which is why his neat fingernails were digging deep into your hips, leaving pretty crescents in their wake. Dragging down ever-so-slightly to leave you all marked up and his. His grip on you only tightens at the pretty lil’ whines that spill from your kiss-bitten lips, “Wan’ you- hah- inside me s’bad.”

“Oh? And who does my girl want inside her pretty lil’ cunt?”

“You! You Kento- ngh-”

Well, whatever his girl wants - she will get. Because Nanami’s immediately pressing his angry, leaking tip into your sloppy pussy, groaning at the way you’re already clamping down on him so deliciously. Not stopping till you were flush against the neat tufts of blond at his base. Barely even giving you time to adjust because you’ve wanted this for so long and you’re sucking him up so well.

“Ah! Hngh- Fuck. Yeah fuck me just like that- Kento.” you’re tightening your legs around him, letting Nanami all but use you as he thrusts in small, mindless little motions of his hips. Mouth still marking and biting your skin relentlessly.

His lips leave your neck to whisper against yours, eyes half-lidded and boring into yours. “Love when y’say my name.”

Gasping breathlessly at the bruising grip all on your hips - your sensitive clit - your throat - just everywhere because Nanami can’t get enough of you. And you can do nothing but buck up deliriously as he speeds up his pace. Ramming his thick cock into your sloppy pussy deeper and deeper. “You’re mine, y’know that? All mine. And anyone with eyes can see that.”

Several things happen at once, you let out a strangled moan as Nanami changes his angle to hit that one spot he knew so well. Flushed tip hitting it over and over until you were sure it was bruising. As bruising at the hand kneading your ass, swiftly coming down. Hard.

Smack!

Nanami’s large handprint sears into your skin. And through the haze, he soothes his hand over the sting. Starting to draw slow, languid circles on your swollen clit like a little apology - but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be any nicer. Not at all - in fact, before you can react, he’s touching any and every inch of skin once more, making sure to leave pretty lil’ marks for days.

And he has to fight that loud, carnal part of himself that just wants to ruin you under his hands here forever, but no - Nanami needs everyone else to see as well. See how you’re so beautifully his.

Smack!

“So pretty f’me, my girl. All f’me.”

“Yes! Ah- yes yes yes. S’all for you, Kento oh-” you moan brokenly like a mantra. A raw little ah! ah! ah! Leaving your swollen lips each time his twitching balls smack your ass, so wet and sloppy with your slick. You’re sure they leave a mark every time his achingly hard cock bullies into your snug cunt, dipping in and out in and out in and-

“Yeah? Then you’re gonna cum f’me, too, pretty girl?”

“Yes- ah-” Hand on your clit frenzied now, hips out of control. Breath hot against your ear while he holds you down in a bruising grip. So very filthy and all his-

And then you’re cumming. Jolts of electricity sparking down your spine as you cum so hard that you grab at Nanami’s sculpted back for some - any - semblance of sanity.

The only things on your mind being how hot and heavy he was fucking you through your high, and the sharp sting on the crook of your neck, his canines digging into your delicate skin.

“F-fuck.” he whispers, muffled in your neck. “Squeezin’ me so tight. Ngh-” hips stuttering and so sloppily still meeting yours. Still fucking rock-hard.

And through your glassy vision you manage to make out the pure pride shining in his eyes as he reads the silent question on your face.

“Not yet, my girl. I still see some blank spots.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Quiet bully

“Mm, not hngh- stopping until you cum again f’me, pretty girl.”

When Geto is pussydrunk you barely even notice at first.

Because he’s the ever-graceful and suave Geto Suguru, even when he’s ramming into your pretty pussy with reckless abandon. Head thrown back, strands of dark hair sticking to his forehead, hands bruising on your hips and pulling you to deeper into his hips as he fucks you from behind.

The only way you do get an inkling of the fact is because he’s so mean. Geto always is in bed - but right now he’s just bullying you. Long index toying with your swollen clit, quick, maddening little motions to get you off for the nth time tonight.

“But, Suguru!” you mewl, clawing at the sheets, “C-can’t cum again-”

“You will.” he leans down, breath hot against your ear as he whispers, low and gravelly. His abs are rubbing against your back as he keeps his unforgiving pace, “I’ll make sure of it.”

Because Geto doesn’t get drunk on just your pussy - no, he gets drunk off of all of you and how pretty you are when you’re cumming all for him.

“C’mon, you do it f’me.” he hums, so mockingly innocent that would’ve almost believed him - if it wasn’t for the way he speeds up on your clit. Throbbing cock twitching inside you at the delicate tears streaking down your face.

Fingers merciless on your clit, balls smacking against your skin, holding you still as he rams into you over and over-

“S-Suguru!” you let out a strangled gasp, white-hot pleasure flashing behind your eyes as you cum. And oh he loves that cute lil’ expression on your face, the tears clinging on to your lashes and the way your slutty cunt flutters so filthily around him.

You’re lucky you’re turned away from him, because you don’t see the cruel little smile that curls his lips or the excitement flashing in his darkened eyes. Though, maybe it would’ve better prepared you for when he huffs out a fucked-out, “Tha’s my girl. One more- Hngh- one more.”

Your eyes snap open, a broken little sob leaving you because fuck you weren’t going to make it out alive, Geto was going to absolutely ravage you till you’re ruined-

“O-one more.” Geto groans like a mantra. Flattening his feet on the bed to ram into you at a different angle - one he knew would hit you at that one spot that had you gasping and grinding deeper into his throbbing cock. “One more f-fuck, give me one more-”

If you were in a better state of mind maybe you’d have noticed how fucking sloppy and mean Geto was slamming his cock into your snug pussy. And how his sadistic little hums were becoming more and more strained, turning into broken grunts like he was begging you. Begging himself. Still fucking you like an animal, bodyweight pushing yours down, you crushed underneath him. Trying to milk that last, sweet little orgasm out of you.

“Cum f’me once more, my girl.”

And nothing more has to be said before you’re cumming. Again. Eyes scrunching shut in pain and pleasure as you grab at the headboard for some semblance of stability.

Honestly, you don’t even have to, because Geto’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his heated body. Grunting as your cunt desperately tries to milk him for all he’s worth. Brows furrowed and bottom lip bitten in concentration as he holds off cumming. But Geto can’t - won’t right now. Not yet.

Instead he’s reeling his hips back again, until his angry, red tip was just kissing your sloppy hole. Running on just your cute lil’ whines and the way you were clamping down so deliciously around him. Thrusting in frantic, shallow grinds for now because he was feeling so generous as to ease you into it.

“Suguru! Ah- not again-” you squeal, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. But whatever plea that comes next gets stuck in your throat as your loving boyfriend utters words that have your cunt clenching exhaustively in anticipation.

“Now the real fun starts.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Please, baby. Please.”

For Choso, it’s hard to not get drunk off of your pretty lil’ cunt. And he gets so whiny and needy when he does. Barely even squeezing his throbbing cock through the first ring of muscle before he thinks he might just see the pearly gates of heaven - and you were an angel.

You’re just so warm and sloppy on top of him, slick dripping down to his twitching balls, swallowing him up so deliciously.

“Ah! Ngh- s-slow down-” you whine, head spinning at the pure stretch of him stuffing you full. His twitching balls were pressed against your ass, veins grazing against your plushy walls, pulsing in a maddening thump! thump! thump! that you can feel in your throat. “S’too big, Cho. I don’t think I can-”

“No!” he gasps into your skin, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed so deceivingly innocently. “Need it s’bad. Need you so bad- Fuck, I can’t stop-”

Hips moving mindlessly, fucking up in tiny, shallow little thrusts to bully himself inside you. Not even fully inside you, but he was already so out of control.

The mattress is creaking deafeningly, a lewd little staccato with the squelches from down below. “Choso-” you whimper, torn between clamping down on his swollen cock to suck him up more desperately and running away.

“Oh- oh baby, f-fuck. Squeezing m’so tight.” he’s groaning into the crook of your neck, strong arms wrapped so tight around your waist that it almost hurt. “Hngh- Don’t think you can run away from me.” And Choso couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to - barely even giving you time to adjust before he’s milking himself on your dripping cunt.

Cute lil’ whines leaving your swollen lips each time he rams himself inside deeper and deeper, you were just gushing around him. Pretty pussy taking him so readily despite your protests. “Need this so hngh- fucking badly. Need this need this need this-”

“F-fuck, Cho- Yes, give it t’me.”

Ah, his head was spinning. The only thoughts running through his mind being how sloppy you were, so wet and squeezing him so perfectly - his pretty girl was taking him so well.

Blindly, Choso shifts onto his forearms, head craning to graze his lips along the seam of your mouth . Mind too hazy to kiss you properly like he wanted to - but it’s fine, he’ll kiss you silly after this. Fuck, he muses, balls squeezing painfully, just as soon as he cums.

And you can do nothing more than take it as he chokes out low little moans of your name. Head spinning because his cock was so big and he wasn’t stopping - just wanting to fuck your tight pussy until he-

“Ngh- c-can’t fucking take it anymore, baby. Need to fucking cum.” he grunts, tearing springing to his eyes, sounding like he’s losing a bit of his sanity every time his heavy balls smack your ass. And he needed you to, too - ringed fingers snaking down to draw harsh, frenzied little patterns on your swollen clit. Not even circles because shit Choso doesn’t have the time for that - just wanting to have you gasping and seeing stars as soon as possible.

“Cho, m’c-close. Ah! Ngh, m’gonna cum, m’gonna cum-” you keen, hips bucking up wildly for more more more- And oh it’s like Choso’s favorite song, because his throbbing cock is twitching inside you so deliciously, thrusts sloppy and unfocused, thumb aching with how fast it was on your clit.

“Me too, baby. Hngh- m-me too.” he gasps into your open mouth, movements only getting faster and faster and-

And then you’re cumming. Stars behind your eyes, and Choso’s hips stuttering - so desperate, so filthy as he shoots thick, hot spurts of cum into your snug cunt. Fucking his seed deeper and deeper into you mindlessly.

And he can’t stop - he won’t. But you absolutely love it. Because you’ve barely blinked the haze from your eyes before he’s pulling away ever-so-slightly, a hand pushing away the dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Breaths ragged, voice hoarse.

“Not enough, baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Sober thoughts

They say drunk minds speak sober thoughts, and oh how Sukuna wishes that wasn’t the case when he’s fucking you dumb. How he wishes he could stop the strained little grunts that escape him each time his heavy balls smack your ass.

“Kuna- Ngh- s’too much, c-can’t anymore-”

How he wishes he wasn’t drunk off your cute lil’ whines, and that fucked-out expression on your face as he rams his cock into your pretty pussy. Plunging into your heavenly cunt again and again and- It was too fucking much for him.

Because it makes him wish he didn’t lean down, whispering softly in your ear, “You can do it, angel. Hah- I I know you will. Hngh- That pretty cunt is made f’me, always taking me so good-”

Ah, you clench so obscenely around his thick cock, shivers running down your spine. Milking him so obscenely as his weeping tip hits your poor cervix over and over.

“W-wha-?” you blink tearily at him, voice shot. Trying to grasp reality because usually, Sukuna would usually tell you to shut up and fucking take it like the good lil’ slut you are. And if you were in a better state of mind you’d almost be embarrassed at the way he holds such power over you, just a few words of praise and you’re already turning into his personal plaything.

He huffs out in frustration, leaning down to lick a long, lazy stripe up your cheek, gathering the big fat tears rolling down it on his tongue. And you can’t even think of bringing yourself to be disgusted, because this is Sukuna and he’s always so filthy and mean.

Except right now, being mean is the last thing on his mind. Murmuring out a strained little “Don’t act so surprised. You know you always milk my cock so well.” drinking in your cute little whimpers. “Shit- like yer trynna suck the s-soul out of me. Never met someone so fucking perfect f’me-”

He thinks he could almost cum right here right now when he sees you snaking down a hand to play with your swollen clit. “But Kuna~” Such an adorable pout appearing on your face when he gently smacks that hand away. Sukuna just wants to kiss it off your swollen lips.

And he does - licking hotly at the seam of your mouth, biting down on your bottom lip while you keen into his. It’s messy - all teeth and spit and adoration.

Because you might not see it with your eyes half-lidded from the ecstasy, but Sukuna is looking at you with such nauseating heart-eyes. Ones he’d vehemently deny later, of course. But for now he settles for groping a hand down your pretty body, one, long finger rubbing unhurried little circles on your throbbing, achy clit.

“Don’t worry your pretty lil’ head.”

So different from his unforgiving cock. All push and pull as he fucks you like his sextoy, but kisses you like his God.

“Ah! Jus’ like that, feels so f-fucking good-” you’re a teary, whimpering mess underneath him.

“Mhm? Feels s’good, huh?” he groans gutturally. Letting you buck wildly underneath him because shit you look so pretty being all desperate and needy for him. “Squeezin’ me s’tight. Fucking heavenly you are, you’re gonna pay for it if I cum early, angel.”

Your eyes snap open at his delirious confession and the way he seems well and fully intent on breaking you - and talking you nicely through it. It was making your head spin, especially at the way Sukuna get more and more out of control, all sloppy movements and even sloppier words. Slurring out little praises while he stuffed your ravaged cunt faster. Deeper. Pure, carnal need where he usually toyed with you so cruelly. Closer and-

“Cum for me, angel.”

You think you cum at the first word out of his mouth, because you’re seeing stars behind your eyes before Sukuna even finishes the sentence. And he’s not far behind - giving you one, final harsh thrust before filling you up in thick ropes of cum. It gushes out of your poor overfilled pussy as he keeps fucking into you like some animal. Letting out little mutters of how fucking beautiful you were and how heavenly your cunt is and-

And, well, by the time he’s collapsing into your ready arms, Sukuna might not be so pussydrunk anymore. But by God it doesn’t stop the way he nuzzles your hair softly.

Pulling your sweaty body close to his, so fucked-out and exhausted. So fucking debauched with the way his cum gushes out of you. Hot and sticky, seeping into the sheets and pooling in the nonexistent space between you two.

So very, very his.

♡ GOJO SATORU - Shut up!

Gojo Satoru doesn’t shut up - not even when he’s stuffing his cock into your pretty pussy, and especially not when he’s drunk off of the heavenly feeling. Off the sight of you - all swollen lips fallen into a soft oh!, eyes glassy and miles away, so debauched and pretty underneath him - he just has to let you know.

“Look at you. Fucking perfect. Gonna fuck you till I can’t anymore.” he murmurs wetly. “Gonna make it feel so good f’you. Gonna have y’milk my cock until there’s nothing to milk.”

And Gojo swears he isn’t pussydrunk - but the way he’s babbling into your tits says otherwise. Looking up at you through his long lashes with dazed, hooded eyes, words muffled around your tit but still he keeps running his mouth.

“Hngh- S’fucking tight and hot around me.” he murmurs, hips snapping to meet yours, milking himself mindlessly on your snug cunt. So hard that it almost hurt at the sting of skin-on-skin. “God, could stay like this f-forever.”

He was getting so loud now. Mixing with the sloppy squelches from below.

“You could, too, huh? Drunk on my cock enough to? Y’look like it-”

That makes your cheeks heat up. “Satoru-” You scramble to hastily cover Gojo’s mouth, stopping that sweet sweet voice from saying the most filthy things. You can feel his smug little grin underneath your fingertips, and you almost know what’s coming- before he licks a long, amused stripe up your palm.

Snatching your hand back, you sigh - as best you could when your boyfriend was ramming his thick cock inside you - “Satoru! What did I say about-”

“But you make it so easy, sweetheart.” he whines, hands roaming all over your body. Gripping and kneading every inch of skin he could reach before resting at your swollen clit. Pooling your sweet juices on his fingertips, drawing featherlight circles around the nub like he was trying to convince you. “Don’t lie. Y’like this big mouth. Love it even.”

Unlike Gojo - it’s hard to get your words out when he’s bullying his cock into your dripping cunt. Ramming into you over and over-

“Admit it. Don’t you love it? Love hearing me talk fucking filthy to you like this?” His words were coming out fast now, mixing with your cute whines and the heady air of the room. Each one punctuated by a brutal, harsh into your dripping cunt.

Fingers working magic on your sensitive clit while his cock ravages you below. And the great Gojo Satoru does not give a fuck about your hushed whispers about how your neighbours are home or how “this is the fifth time they’ve complained.”

Because his girl’s pretty lil’ cunt is fucking perfect and he needs you to know.

Gojo presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. Thrusts growing more and more careless. Losing his sanity with each stroke - with each word that comes out of his mouth. “I know you like it.” he groans, “I can see it in your eyes, n’ the way this slutty lil’ pussy squeezes me so fucking tight.”

Dragging - not pushing - you both closer to the edge. Frantic now, syllables slurring together and Gojo’s hips stuttering into yours. Drunk off of you and your cunt and the way he can’t stop talking and talking and-

“Yes,” your words were a barely audible whisper - but Gojo hears. Of course, he does. “I love it. Fucking love it, Toru.”

And then he’s cumming - and cumming so hard that Gojo thinks he’ll never be able to stop. Not, that he’d ever want to.

Because Gojo keeps pumping the thick, hot spurts of cum oozing out of him into your sloppy pussy. And shit you look so pretty underneath him, his seed dribbling down your thighs, eyes fluttering shut as you cream around his cock. And, of course, he has to let you know - babbling about how cute you were milking his cock and how warm and wet.

And Gojo’s still running his mouth as he pulls out, over your disappointed little mewl. All the way down till he’s swiftly centered between your open legs. Breath fanning your cunt, a devilish grin curling his lips.

“Time to help you remember exactly how much you love this big mouth.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

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angelskvll · 3 months

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✩⠀˚ ‘like a tattoo’⠀˚⠀ ˛ ♡ ୨୧

pairing: toji fushiguro x chubby!afab reader

summary: toji just loves your spine tattoo...

authors note: i really just threw this shit tg so sorry if this isn't my best work erm tehe :3

Toji Fushiguro had poisoned your mind.

Since the day you met, the thought of him had intoxicated your blood, running through your veins like venom. He spread through your body like an incurable disease and it sickened you to the bone.

Which was why your boyfriend chuckled at the whines that were leaving your lips as he pounded you from behind. Skin slapping skin had echoed in your ears, your body felt like it was on fire, but in a… good.. way? You couldn’t exactly think straight with the large man behind you who was fucking you like a fleshlight.

“fffuhh-CK! T-Toji!” You whined into the pillow as you gripped onto the bed sheets as if your life depended on it. In which you’re being completely honest, it felt like you were being split in two.

“mhmm–Fuuuckk! This pussy s’all mine, huh baby?” He smirked down at your trembling body, his hands gripping the plush of your waist as he pulled you against him as your ass clapped against his pelvis.

His cock dragged against your walls deliciously, the feeling of his veins rubbing against your insides had you seeing white as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You could feel his tip hitting the entrance of your womb with every thrust, the squelch of your cunt only egging him closer to his climax.

“T-Tuh--Jiii!” You mewled into the sheets as you grabbed one of the pillows that was splayed on the bed, holding it close to your face as you moaned sweetly into it.

“Such a fuckin’ minx…” He purred as his eyes, along with his hand, trailed down your back, your spine tattoo melting down your back into a beautiful piece.

Your back arched against his fingers that trickled down your spine, fucking back against him as his pace had slowed down from the animalistic one he had set prior.

“M’gunna–cum-” Your words slur as you tighten your grip around the pillow in your arms, missing the sly grin that painted your boyfriend's face as he pulled his ghosting hand away from your back and placed it back on your other hip.

“Ya’ gonna’ cum mama?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his voice ran shivers down your inked spine as he pulled away to rest his forehead in between your lats. “Cum f’me baby, wanna see this pretty pussy make a mess.” He kissed the top of your spine and pulled away to stand upright, his eyes trailing to his cock pistoning in and out of your folds. “She’s a pretty one ain’t she?” He groaned as he pulled his cock out to see it glistening with your essence and your walls tightening around him. “Fuck I’m gonna cum..” He threw his head back with his eyes shut tight, pulling your plush body back into his as your ass clapped against his pelvis.

“M’cumming!” You squeal as the knot in your lower stomach snapped as you came, your climax rippling through your body as you released on Toji’s cock, your juices dripping down his length as he continued his brutal pace.

“F-Fuck- s’so pretty–ugh– aren’t ya’ b-baby?” he stuttered with his words with his jaw clenched, tightening his hold on your hips as your chubby legs began to shake from overstimulation.

“C-Cum inside me, Ji’. Please–” You whined as he pulled the lower half of your body impossibly closer, your back arching even more as loud squeals began to leave your plush lips at the feeling of his tip poking the entrance of your womb with every thrust.

“Fuck, fuck–!” He cut himself off as he released his seed into your cunt, pulling you flush against him as his cum painted your insides white. “Fuckin’ hell…” He moaned lowly, his cock softening in your cunt as heavy pants left both of your lips.

You flopped onto the bed as Toji pulled out of you. You felt his cum drip out of you as a chuckle left his scarred lips, “That was only our 4th round, drama queen.”

“Felt like the 45th.” You groaned into the sheets as your muscles ached with every move you made. “N’my back hurts…”

“I jus’ like your tattoo I guess.” Toji snickered as you slapped his chest lightly.

“Fuck you. Asshole..” You mumbled lowly before you felt his arms on either side of you, his large body hovering over yours as you felt him lean down and whisper…

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, mama.”

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nyashykyunnie · 8 months

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˗ˏˋ Sung Jinwoo Boyfriend Hcs: Part 2 ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

a/n: ya'll can stop mopping around sobbing cuz of the prev post so have some fluff and get rid of those tears. Credits to my mootie manawari for new ideas heheh

╰┈➤ ❝ [ I have to have you. I have to. I love you too much.] ¡! ❞

The type of boyfriend who takes you out on study dates. As much as he loves you being lazy and unproductive, Jinwoo prefers gently pushing you to have decent grades, but really, it's all just an excuse to have you spend more time with him.

If he wants to spend time with you, he would just make various excuse to have you come out of your home just like,

"My clothes are too small, help me pick out?" Instead, he buys you clothes as you help him pick outfits that suit him. "I'm hungry, so let's go out." He just wants to bring you to delicious restaurants so you can eat a lot and be a little chubbier. He loves you thicker and plumper after all. "My phone broke down so lets go to the mall after school" He does buy one for himself but he also gets one for you no matter how new your current phone is.

Cuddles? Oh he definitely is the touchy type behind closed doors. You could be peacefully passing by him to fetch your charger and then all of the sudden his strong arm would yank you out of balance and immediately tuck you into his embrace. Does he move? Nope. Brat even falls asleep in an instant just so you really cant get out of his hold.

Well to be fair, he is much more bearable unlike in the mornings where he really traps you in his hold. He would be sprawled around in bed, his strong arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you there no matter how much you complain and whine that you want to get up. He will, however, get up once you mention you are hungry. He picks you up sleepily and proceeds to make you both breakfast despite the fact that he is carrying you. Clingy boyfriends will be clingy boyfriends.

Jinwoo is a relatively quiet person, he prefers listening to you ramble around. While you babble on and on, he sneakily gives his hand to you so you can play with it. Poke his palms, trace his scars, and Jinwoo will close his eyes sweetly while relaxing into your playful fidgeting.

When he is feeling a little more playful, Jinwoo would suddenly wrap you in a blanket and turn you into a burrito so he could cuddle you tighter.

Jinwoo absolutely loves pampering you. Whether it'd be with his playful touches, his teasing, or him cooking your favourite meals— He does his best to show you how much he loves you.

But of course, Jinwoo has his own clingier side. Like the fact that he often leans down to you and opens his mouth lazily so you can feed him. He also adores resting on your lap and having his head snuggled up on your tummy whilst you fiddle around with his fluffy black hair.

Most people would call him a black cat from the way he carries himself. But you yourself know that he is a puppy in disguise. Always following you around like a tail, seeking your pokes and touches. Looking for playfulness.

He loves having your warm palms cup and squish his cheeks, he loves it when you compare hand sizes, he loves it when he carries you on his back, he loves every little thing you do.

If asked why he chose you out of everyone else, he simply says thus:

"Because I couldn't choose anyone else. I needed you. I needed to have you. I needed to be the one to love you."

#sung jinwoo #solo leveling #sung jin woo #solo leveling headcanons #solo leveling x reader #sung jinwoo hcs #sung jinwoo x gn reader #only i level up

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yandere-sins · 7 months

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holy crap your previous könig and ghost yan are so good😭 i have this idea, and idk if anyone has incorporated it in any yan stories of them, but the idea of unmasking them and seeing their faces for the first time???? like this is pre-established relationship (with either men idk up to you to imagine which) where you haven’t seen their faces…yet. the most you know is the intimidation you feel every time you see them—or see them lurking around you but like, imagine a scenario where the reader is trying to get them to take off their mask + plus i’m pretty sure ghost and könig has yet to have canon appearances so i’d like to hear your interpretations of them!!!

I had this idea in a not yandere-sense and it was so wholesome and adorable and just intimate where they let you unmask them for the first time, kind of hesitant, but so adoringly... Maybe I should write the harmless version one day, but for now, this is still a yandere blog sorry hahaha! Thanks for requesting!!

Warnings: Yandere, Minor Sexual Content

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König

♡ König is so flustered. Poor man doesn't even think he deserves you being so agreeable that night, sitting in his lap, allowing him to touch you (shallowly, but his fingers are on your body, and that's more than most nights). Yet, you also caress him back, not saying anything or giving him reasons why you're being so nice. You told him so many times you hate him, driving a dagger into his poor heart over and over. Yet, your fingertips are tracing his shoulders and collarbones gently, carefully. He can't stop swallowing hard with all the drool collecting in his mouth, his brain befuddled with intense adoration and need for you to do more. To touch him more, to make him feel your hands and body rougher than the fluttering touches you're bestowing onto him.

♡ That's the only reason he allows your hands to go further. He really likes his mask, but you driving your hands under it, touching the hot skin underneath, well... it raises more questions and also something else between his legs. But König is way too scared to ruin this moment. He's also afraid of you uncovering something you might not like. A face you might find ugly or scars that you will laugh about. He doesn't want you to think badly of him, even though he can't change his looks anymore. At the same time, he really doesn't want you to stop. Just one more inch of skin bared to you. One more touch of your fingertips and all these feelings he harbors for you might explode out of him. But when you get to the stubble on his chin, your thumb having pressed deliciously into his throat and giving him a kick of adrenaline, suddenly, König revolts. Picking you up and setting you down on the couch before getting up and leaving the room in a hurry, he pulls his shirt-mask down as much as he can. After all, it was a bit too much for him; maybe you'll have more luck next time.

♡ (Yes, he's in the bathroom and miserable that he stopped you. Yes, he needs to take a cold shower afterwards, and yes, he still jerks off despite the icy temperature, bemoaning the roughness of his hands compared to yours.)

Ghost

♡ You know, Ghost really didn't plan to let you do it. It's his thing; he doesn't mind being always covered up and unreadable. It also helps with you and keeping you a bit fearful at all times. But when curiosity kills the cat, and you start playing with the seams of his mask, he just... lets you. Ghost wants to know how far you're willing to go, how bold you are—and how much he can take. He's not ashamed of his face, but the mask is his identity, so there might still come a moment when it's uncomfortable for him. But at the same time, this is like a game to him. One he knows he can stop at any given time, but which will yield a lot of prizes if he endures it.

♡ Because really, what's more adorable than you realizing he's not reacting? You thinking you're allowed to do what you want? You're testing the waters carefully, with only the tips of your nails slipping under the tight mask. Ghost watches you through his lashes as he pretends to still be dozing, unbothered and relaxed. In reality, he's controlling his instinctual flinches as everything screams at him to stop you. But you're not out to unmask and kill him, you're just curious. And you grow bolder, fast. He loves that look on your face, the concentration as you loosen the fabric so it might roll up his neck. You keep glancing at him, and though he knows you want to check if he's still asleep, it feels like you're asking his permission. And Ghost gives it to you. He's in control. So he even cranks his neck so you can push it up his chin, exposing his mouth, excitement about your achievement palpable. But when you adjust your position to continue, driving your hands under the mask and cupping his face, Ghost decides it's enough, pushing upwards to meet you in a kiss.

♡ He'll have you flipped over and complaining faster than you can react to, hands pinned above your heads, and your complaints turning into gasps and moans as he deepens the kiss, his hands exploring you until you arch your body into his touch and your mind is woozy from the loss of oxygen. Now that his mouth is out, he might as well use it to both of your pleasures and who knows, maybe he'll let you go a bit farther next time.

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katsukikitten · 1 year

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Villain!fem reader x subby!prohero deku

Warnings: stepping, degradation, bondage,

No editing or beta read, 2.7k I don't wanna talk about how it's Izuku 😂

They made it too easy, much too easy. Making you grow bored even as you marvel at the fresh jewelry that shines across your throat, fingers and wrist, black bag at your back, heavy with loose diamonds and whatever else you could get your sharp claws on.

Along with some delicious black mail the small jewelry store owner had in his "hidden" vault under the floorboards beneath an oversized desk that exaggerated his importance, which you found was a common thing among men.

Heroes especially, making a pissing contest of how many people they could save. Who loved them the most. They needed rankings that correlated with their pay as if that wasn't concerning enough, the hero commission had more government subsidies than any other organization including public schools and services.

But in the end it proves one thing and one thing only, money is power.

And you loved both.

Combat boots hitting the concrete and weaving through the alley with ease as the pro hero struggles to keep up. He doesn't even bother to yell stop anymore, he just breathes heavily, green electricity sparking across his muscles as he struggles to keep pace.

"Do you like diamonds, Zuzu?" You ask stopping in your tracks to brandish your wrist covered in the sparkling gems. He quickly digs in his heels, bringing his hulking frame to a halt as he tries to grab onto your wrist.

Moving with unnatural relaxes, ducking and weaving his assault as the frustration grows on his face. Emerald eyes set hard; he flounders every attack and falls for every feint.

"Hey." A bite to your voice, kicking him harshly in his chest before taking the enforced rope at your side and quickly restraining the bulking hero, "I asked you a question."

Stomping your boot onto his chest and he lets out a long loud groan. You had fought the pro several times before and not once did he make a sound like that. Devilish smile to your lips as you pull harder on the unbreakable rope making it tighter on his wrists. He pants as he struggles, fighting against the smothering effect of the restraint that mutes his quirk. Green electricity lighting up his handsome freckled face as you watch him squirm in delight,watching his muscles flex in his skin tight suit.

"Ya know if I didn't know any better," You purr, digging your heel into his ribs making him gasp, jade eyes blown wide, "I'd think you'd like this."

"I-I don't." He pants, swallowing down a whimper as a malicious cat smile pulls your lips up.

"You don't?" A giggle as you lean closer, putting more weight on his chest, "Big strong Deku-chan doesn't like to feel small?"

This time a whimper does escape his scarred lips and you smile, rising back to your full height. Thick thighs pushing at the ground for leverage but the rope was just an extension of your quirk. Sapping the energy from his body faster than he could produce, sweat beads on his brow and you notice how bulge. Taking the toe of your other boot to ghost over the outline of it. Once, twice, and a third time as it grows to attention and when you press harder than you should he lets out a throaty, delicious moan, letting his head fall back with freckled cheeks flushed. Emerald eyes avoiding yours at all cost .

"Please." It's so soft and you let out a loud laugh.

"Begging already?" Pressing harder and he whines so pretty, making arousal pool between your thighs, "Ya wanna be called a good boy that badly?"

Sadistic giggle when he screws his eyes shut, nudging his balls and you watch him bite his lip.

"Zuzu ⁠♡." Sickeningly sweet before it goes dangerously low as you add more pressure, pulling harder at his restraints, "I asked you a question."

"Yes ma'am!" He squeaks, "I want to be a good boy."

He feels dizzy, only ever becoming this submissive when he was exhausted, his body weak and unresponsive aside from his twitching cock from your words and foot.

Even then it was never this easy for him to feel so fuckin high. He blames your quirk but your plush mouth isn't helping.

"Aaahh that's good." You caress his cock gently before yanking him up, moving your planted foot to his stomach making it difficult for him to breathe. Kneeling so you can be nose to nose as you watch saliva gather in the corner of his mouth that he swallowed thickly, "Are you like this for just anybody?"

"N-no ma'am." Deep green eyes hazed so beautifully, "Just for you."

"You just want me to call you a good boy." He whimpers when the rope pulls so tight it starts to make his fingers numb, "But you've got to earn it."

"Yes ma'am."

You giggle, plenty of men have been in Izuku's position, some bigger, with long red hair, some smaller with ruby red wings and others that you couldn't even bother to remember.

"Should I collar you? Keep you as my own pretty boy?" He squirms under your scrutinizing gaze as you tap your claw to your lower lip.

He swallows again, he shouldn't, he shouldn't answer this. He was the number three hero and here he was melting for one of the most chaotic villains on the most wanted list.

Slowly so slowly he nods and your smile grows far too big.

Expertly taking the slack of rope to lasso it around his throat binding him now by his wrists and thick neck. Pulling to make him hunch as he follows.

Silently leading him to one of your many safe houses nearby. Pulling him into the apartment that had little to no personal decorations. Almost as if the place was staged for something else.

Dragging the massive man through the apartment until you're standing in the living room,

"On your knees." He falls faster than you thought he would. Even kneeling Izuku was tall, head by your stomach and he'd have to place his plush ass against the heels of his stupid red boots if to be able to eat you properly. You hook a chair with your foot and pull it to you. Sitting on it as if it were your throne while he keeps his eyes glued to you in your body con suit. Watching his Adam's apple bob nervously makes you smile, even wider as you let a heavy silence settle between the two of you. Watching him squirm as he waits impatiently for your command.

"Kiss it." You purr, lifing your boot to his mouth, he leans over without hesitation and kisses the steel toe shoe, "Lick it."

He takes the broad of his wet muscle and licks it as tears come to his eyes.

"And this one." You switch feet and he obeys. Giving it a kiss before another swipe of his tongue.

"Do you like me, Zuzu bear?" You ask and he nods, "Think I'm pretty?"

"Yes ma'am. Gorgeous, stunning. Strong." He sighs the last word, long lashes fluttering.

You wrap your legs around his neck pulling him to you. His nose pressed right against your clothed cunt, burying his face in further. Taking a fist full of his curly emerald hair and pulling him back harsh enough to make his scalp burn. Looking down into his eyes and it's like he's looking up at a God. It makes your cunt throb.

"I like compliments Izuku." You purr his name, grabbing at your breast roughly and he whines. Imagining the weight of it in his hands. Thinking of all the times you've pressed yourself against him in a teasing manner and he salivates. You push him roughly away from you and he catches himself with his sheer strength of his core alone. Settling himself on the heels of his feet.

You hook your claw on the front zipper to your suit and pull it down until it exposes not only your breasts but your pretty cunt. Your other hand slowly tracing the skin until you gently cup yourself and watch his face contort.

"Ma'am, may I compliment you more?"

"You may." You spread your lips to expose your slick folds, fingers going through them making such a nice sound.

"You always smell so nice, even when I've been chasing you for hours. Your skin is soft in my palms and the way you look right now, you were right to put me on my knees. I should be worshiping every inch of you." Lighting dances under his skin again and it makes the rope glow. The surge of power makes you bite the inside of your cheek, makes the coil in your stomach tight.

Fingers swirling over your clit as he showers you with compliments. Not moving an inch despite how badly he wants to be buried between your thighs. Whining when he watches you buck against your own hand. Small digits disappear into your tight heat making a soft squelch echo around the room as your other hand furiously works your clit. Big eyes staring at you, whimpering as he watches you pleasure yourself. Fighting against the restraints with twitching fingers and the burst of energy makes you cum on your own fingers with a loud moan.

"May I have the honor of cleaning you up ma'am?"

"Who would have thought the goody two shoes hero would be such a fucking pevert?" You giggle, removing your hands and spreading your legs, "You may."

He hovers over you for a moment as he waits for your command.

"Kiss it." He leans down and presses the softest kiss to your cunt, before your voice goes dark, "Lick it."

Quickly he dives into your heat, letting his wet muscle lap at your cunt as he groans at the taste that coats his tongue. Sucking and lapping harder as if he'd never have the chance to eat something this delicious again. Tears in his eyes as he thrusts up into nothing, forcing his tongue into your still contracting cunt.

Groaning as his cock throbs painfully, covering the inside of his hero suit with white sticky ropes putting him in an uncomfortable dampness.

"Zuzu did you just cum without my permission?" You giggle, a breathy sound as he tries to hide his embarrassment by eating you with more fervor. Carding your fingers into his hair again to yank his hair back, tears stuck in his lashes as his cheeks burn bright red.

"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry, you just taste so fucking good." He whines and yelps when your boot presses against his mess.

"Don't you want to be a good boy for me?"

"More than anything!" He sounds desperate, more tears in his eyes and he looks so fucking pretty like this.

"Then let me use you." You shove his face back into your cunt and drag his nose across your clit as you grind into his face. Uncaring that he might be struggling to breathe but his whining groans proved he could.

He eats you once you let up on your grip, sucking at the sensitive bud until your legs are shaking around his head and his cock stands at attention again.

"Ah Izuku! Izuku I'm going to cum. Good boy. Good boy!" You moan, grinding roughly into his face once again as you let your head fall back. Chest heaving before you shove him away. His face covered in your slick, falling from his tongue with his own spit as he looks more fucked out than you.

"Stand." He obeys, again his strong core giving him an advantage. He towers over you, even when you stand yourself and yet still looking down at you he acts as if he sees God.

"Sit." Pointing to the chair and he obeys. Groaning when you zip down the fabric of his hero suit and expose his sloppy cock. Covered in his pre and cum. You giggle, wrapping your manicured fingers around his thick length and giving it a teasing pump.

"So messy." You play with his cock for a moment longer as he burns the sight of your hand on him into his memory. Thrusting up into your touch with a desperate whine.

"This cock is so pretty. I could just sit on it." You sigh.

"Use me, please use me." He looks up at you with pleading eyes, frustrated tears in his eyes again. Even his lip is quivering and the sight makes your cunt clench around nothing.

"You'll let me ride you like a dildo? Won't cum til I say so?"

"Yes ma'am. I'll be good. I won't make a sound." You grab his chin harshly, your nails biting into his freckled cheeks as you snarl.

"I didn't tell you to be quiet. I told you not to cum until I say so. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am." He breathes out heavily before you shove his head away. Straddling him and slowly lowering yourself into his cock. The burn making your mouth part into a constant O as Izuku watches himself disappear inside your velvet walls, panting.

"You're like a bitch in heat." You comment and he nods in agreement. Groaning when you've taken him to the hilt. Giving a teasing pace of not enough for him but just enough for you as his cock head brushes over your g spot just right. His dark pubes giving the perfect friction for your throbbing clit. Teasing him for well over an hour as he throws his head back, feeling you flutter around him for the fourth time, your drooling cunt soaking his lap and the chair below him.

His breath comes out in almost unsatisfied groans, it feels good. So good. But he needs more, needs to be able to fuck up into you.

"You want to move?" You dig your claws into his shaking shoulders, drawing blood as you bring them down to his chest. His cock twitches in your heat.

"I want to please you ma'am."

"Then please me." You lean closer to him, lips a breath away from his, "Come on Zuzu, be a good boy and make me cream on your cock."

He wishes he had control of his hands, he wants to dig his scarred fingers into the fat of your hips and bounce you on his cock while he thrusts up with reckless abandon.

For now he thrusts up into you as best he can. Roughly hitting your sweet spot over and over making you moan long and loud. Hardly putting in any effort, just like before as you take your claws all over his chest and shoulders. Not caring that you were leaving red ribbons in your wake.

"Fuck Izuku." Breath caught in your throat as he continues to fuck up into your tight heat before the coil in your stomach snaps. Making your cunt squeeze him tightly as you let out a long loud moan, bucking against him through your orgasm.

"M-ma'am. I'm close I'm so close." He whines, still going since you never asked him to stop.

"You are?" A sadistic smile on your lips.

"Yes ma'am I am." He cries out, biting his lip until he tastes blood. You feel good around him, so warm and wet. Squeezing him so nicely and his sac is tightening with his abdomen.

Suddenly you pop off of him and a frustrated sob racks through his body as he slumps forward, hard cock throbbing painfully with no relief.

"Why?" It's so small and defeated it makes you laugh loudly.

"Oh silly Zuzu. You came without my permission earlier. Only good boys are allowed to cum." You pull him to his feet by the rope around his throat. Tucking his rock hard, soaked cock back into his shamefully sticky pants. Shoving him through the front door before pulling him by the rope close to your face.

"I'll see ya around won't I?" He gives a nod with a sniffle before you take your rope. Shoving him further into the hall before slamming the door shut in his face, sighing as you think a shower sounds devine.

Not realizing all the while a pair of bromine eyes caught the entire exchange through your open window.

#izuku x reader #izuku smut #deku x reader #izuku midoryia x reader #sub izuku #dom reader #kitten writes zuzu bear

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kikarouflames · 4 months

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Cold heart and warm hands.

♡Levi x reader♡

⭒Tags: nsfw, smut, depressed reader, hurt/comfort ,emotional sex

⋆Tw: depression, self hatred

Your days go by, months pass and seasons change there is not much that can convince you there is any meaning in living.

Stress from day to day life leaves your mind totally in disarray. No matter what the season outside is your heart and mind is clouded by misty grays. You are almost invisible to this miserable world, where people live and provide meaning to their worth. You are here lying in your bed, watching and observing the mundane life, no one makes your heart flutter or nothing is there that would make you believe that life is as worthy as they say.

But there is this beautiful raven haired man, who is the only one you're close to.

He is the only person that adds meaning to to your life. You both met on a random day.

He sat by your side in the train you were taking back to your home, the place that seems so empty and caves the hallow of your heart even more. He asked if you're okay, you were in fact not. You were crying just some hours ago over pitiful things, beating yourself up. You couldn't hold it in, never having someone to tell your misery nor your fear. This stranger gives some unfamiliar sense of trust that you have forgotten long ago, when was the last time someone asked you if you're okay. You broke down and told him everything that is not right.

He sat there, heard you and when his station arrived he passed you a note with his name and phone no. You can't believe someone who actually listened, and sat there not judging you. The weight that lifted of your chest was something you didn't even knew was there.

Levi Ackerman, his name. It's beautiful just like him. The note said, call me if you want to talk more, not to be a creep or something just a stranger who wants to help. I understand.

You were incredulous at first, your scars from broken trust are aching again, but this stranger, Levi, he seems so reliable. You think to yourself, it is weird to trust someone this much when you have just met. But you take a step forward, ignoring the burns from the chains that always held you back. And reached for him.

Since then, The magnificent black haired men brightened your days,

Since then, the grays in your life were not painful but loving.

Everytime he talks to you, there are emotions. You can feel. Damn, you can finally feel. It's beautiful, even if only for a moment.

He kisses you like you are the most delicious fruit. He treasures you like your the most worthy and precious thing. He worships you like you are his God, the greater being. He looks at you like you are the only sight the warms his gray eyes.

His hands are so pale, but these hands holds your entire life with a care that no one provided you with.

☆Nsfw part:

He sees you there, sitting at the corner of the couch. Darkness of this room can't compare to the darkness that has nestled its presence in you. He hurts to see you with that same look again. He yearns to see you smile, your face in deep pleasure, no pain in the world can touch you. The only pain he will allow is one of pleasure, on your consent.

He walks to you, you are once again questioning the rigidity of this world. He swoops you in his arms, you yelp. Mist scattered, light has chosen you again, under the gaze of the loving eyes.

"What are you doing?" you ask,with a soft giggle

"Nothing, can't a man coming back from tedious work has his treat, hmm. Can't wait you see your beautiful self under me, darling" Darling , you blush a little at the choice of his words,

"I missed you", he says quietly in such a soft voice. You look up, his eyes, they look....sad?... why?

He is sad, that he can't be there for you every moment of the day, heal your wounds, disappear the mist of self hatred and doubt. He is so devastating by the thought of you suffering alone.

"I missed you too", you say, voice almost breaking.

You missed him so dearly, you don't want him to look sad...oh, it in you to infect everything with your woe and throw perfect moments in rue.

He takes you to bed, gently puts you there. You are focused on him, he is focused on making your days bright again. From the moment he saw your eyes he was bewitched, in a sense of beauty behind the vulnerability you offered him that day, since then the more he got to know you the more he started to like you. There is something about your broken self, that for him is a perfect. He likes you for who you are, he likes that you have the unique qualities and interests, that you are more human than he could except.

He kisses you so desperately, not like a man hungry , but a man who is devoted to his God, to kneel and worship at your alter. Desperate to tell you how much he loves you, how your insecurities doesn't matter to him. How he would give anything to plant the seed of hope in your heart. He feels happy just by looking at you. More glad if he is the reason behind your smile. He needs to make sure no thought hurts you in this moment he is here.

He fingers you, makes you moan and leaves you needy for his cock, and then he kisses all the beautiful textures on your skin, kiss you forehead. He slips his cock in and watches you face melt and glaze over with pleasure. With every thurst there is, the more you forget worries, the more you become your self, the more you feel real, the more you want to just lie there and cry and not in sadness but overwhelming happiness.

He thrusts at your sensitive spot, you moan loudly, "you look so beautiful when you are like this, you make such pretty sounds" you whimper.

"You feel so good" he moans lightly ,"fuck,you are some dear to me, what would I do without you?" his voice is so sincere, you open you eyes, see him above you, panting, eyes focus on you and utterly devoted. He drills into your wetness, your eyes and head rolls back.

his pace increasing, he runs his hands through your hair and grips them gently and lifts your face making you look straight at his gorgeous face, " you, Don't you ever hide what's bothering you from me." His voice so serious and his weight of words so evident.

He hits the spot with extra pressure, you are so high up in the heavens, his words almost pulls you back, tears flows out of your eyes carrying all the pain away with them.

"Do you understand ? I am here for you, nothing will ever hurt you, dear." He says looking directly in your eyes so lovingly. You cry in pure happiness and relief. You can trust him, he will be there.

"I understand" you say, in a voice so broken yet so soft.

He smiles ," good girl" and kisses your forehead, nose, chin and finally on your lips. This time the kiss can almost melt you.

The ecstasy explodes, you come. And Levi comes just tad later. You both go some more rounds, for now there is just him. The only shade of gray in your life that has ever given you this immeasurable joy is staring back at you, and looking at you like the only thing that ever mattered.

His slender fingers massages your scalp, your eyes roll back, he smirks and kisses you breathless once more. He wraps your body in blanket and tells you all the wonderful things that melts the coldness in your heart, the warmth feels so familiar it's almost a dream. His hands are so warm, no fireplace will ever compare. You both entangle and become one. Nothing ever mattered more than this, life never felt so beautiful before.

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 1 year

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𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓷

♡ pairing: jimin x reader (established relationship) ♡ rating: PG ♡ genre: fluff ♡ au: diner ♡ tw: very light swearing, some suggestive themes towards the end ♡ wc: ~1.1k ♡ track: Willow ~ Taylor Swift: “Wait for the signal and I’ll meet you after dark. Show me the places where the others gave you scars. Now this is an open-shut case, I guess I should’ve known from the look on your face, every bait-and-switch was a work of art.”

♡ summary: You texted your boyfriend in the middle of your workday, telling him it was going to be an emergency date kind of night. Jimin easily agreed.

♡ an: i created this one for myself with one of those online randomizers, and i love it. it may or may not be based on my actual life and dates with my actual husband (who, alas, is not park jimin). happy (late) valentines day everyone!! 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist

"I'll meet you there, order my usual for me?" Jimin asked you over the phone. Technically, you were both supposed to be off of work at the same time, but while you had left on time tonight, he needed to stay after for a few more minutes.

"No problem, babe," you answered. "Love you!"

"Love you too! See you soon!" The call ended and you tossed your phone onto the passenger seat of your car.

You had texted him earlier telling him that work today was already going down the drain and you were going to need an emergency date tonight. Jimin responded quickly enough, agreeing with you and making fast plans to meet up at your usual date spot.

The diner was small, but their burgers were delicious. You had found it one night while walking around downtown and decided to take a chance on it. You dragged your loving boyfriend there the next night and you both agreed to make the diner your new take me out now place.

The food was good, the price was decent, and it didn't require much planning to go out there. Other dates you and Jimin had were more planned affairs, with reservations and fancier clothes that were usually on the floor by the end of the night.

Burgers were fast and easy and comforting.

You ended up parking a block away due to the limited parking space near the diner. You didn't really want to walk, your feet hurt from all the running you had already done around the office today. Sighing, you kept a firm hand on your shoulder bag and forced yourself to trudge through the pain.

One of the workers greeted you with a smile as you walked in. You and Jimin had been here enough that most of the employees were on a first-name basis with you two, and knew at least Jimin's order. When you originally found the place, you both explored the menu to see what you liked the most. Jimin quickly found his preferred meal, but you had a few you rotated between.

"Hard day at the office?" Minsu, the cashier working tonight, asked as you approached the counter.

"Is it that obvious?" you responded. She gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Is Jimin coming?"

"Yeah, he'll be here in a few minutes." Minsu nodded and keyed in his usual. "I'd like a mushroom swiss burger tonight, please, with bacon." You reached into your bag to pull out your card.

"Wow, you really had a bad day today." She swiped your card. "You only add bacon when you want to treat yourself. I'll have the guys throw in some extra fries for you, too."

"Minsu, you are a saint, thank you." She handed you your drinks and you went to place your bag down at your usual booth. A moment after, another worker, Eunjung came and dropped off a platter of french fries for you. You thanked him and began digging into the plate of carbs and starches.

You were tired, and hungry, and very much wanted Jimin to just arrive already. You had only gotten off the phone with him a little bit ago, and he was probably on his way to you right now, but you missed him.

Between both your work schedules and your school schedule, you didn't see much of each other even though you lived together. It had been a while since you'd actually spent time together, and part of you thought that might've been part of the reason why you requested this emergency date.

You needed him, and you knew he needed you.

(Part of you also wondered when he was going to pop the question, but that was a daydream for another day when you weren't so tired).

"Hey, beautiful," a familiar voice said, drawing you from your thoughts. You looked up into the sweet eye-smile of your loving boyfriend. His eyes left yours to glance down at the table. His smile quickly turned into a pout. "You ate all the fries."

"Nuh-uh! I left you some!"

"You left me five!"

"That's some!" Jimin rolled his eyes at your antics and sat down on the opposite side of the booth from you. The burgers arrived a moment later, each being placed in front of you.

"More fries, please, Eunjung," Jimin asked the waiter, who nodded and headed back to the kitchen. Your boyfriend sipped his drink, then smiled at you again. "Alright, tell me about this shitty day you had. I assume it started with Jiyeong?"

"Everything starts with fucking Jiyeong!" You burst into your story, food nearly forgotten, as you told Jimin about the office drama. He listened intently, as he always did, as he took bites of his burger and snacked on the second round of fries.

He was nearly finished with his food by the time you were finished, and you swapped roles as he took his turn telling you about his day and you finally ate. You listened just as closely as he had to you, along with being grateful to get some actual nutrients into your body.

You both fell into comfortable silence when Jimin finished with his tale, each of you finishing the last few bites. You felt significantly better than you had before you'd arrived, and you wondered how much of your frustration was fueled by hunger. "Dessert for our troubles?" Jimin asked you playfully.

"Depends," you answered, returning his look, "do we have to share it?"

"No, I am definitely getting my own after what you did to the fries."

"I left you some!"

"You left me five!"

"That's some!!" You both dissolved into fits of giggles, all of the earlier tension from the day having completely melted away. After a moment, you caught your breath and simply looked at him. "I love you."

Jimin smiled brightly, his eyes turning into the crescents you loved so much. "I love you too, beautiful. Come on." He stood up and offered a hand to help you, which you graciously took. "Let's pick up something on the way home, and then cuddle and watch a movie together, yeah? Finish this emergency date off with something comfortable?"

You walked hand in hand out of the diner, waving goodbye to Minsu and the others. "We could do that," you said. "Or, you could pound into me for three hours." Jimin laughed at that.

"Is that so?"

"You did promise me last week that you would."

Jimin met your eyes with a mischievous gleam in his, and a wicked smirk set upon his lips. "Well then, beautiful, I suggest we get home rather quickly."

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stardustincarnate · 2 years

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MONSTER // Yandere!Sebastian Michaelis x Reader [Part I]

FEMALE READER.

SUMMARY : Would you, like Doctor Faustus, sell your soul to the devil in change not for knowledge and power, but for temporary pleasure in order to subdue the eternal wounds inflicted upon your soul?

WORD COUNT : 3767 words.

GENRES : yandere!au (though not until the second part). modern!au. gothic fiction. implied smut. very little fluff if you squint. a failed attempt at writing comic relief.

WARNINGS : cheating. implied self-harm. implications of a suicide attempt. dark themes. underlying tones of blasphemy.

watch out for typographical/grammatical errors.

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Moments of desperation are what makes humans truly amusing creatures.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, they say. More frequent than they like to admit, people will rather luxuriate in fugacious rapture than endure the temporary, innate void, the fluctuation of events in their short, often wasted lives. Pain is inevitable, and so is the fulfillment that comes after it, yet there is no exact telling how long pain will last, and sometimes the so-called fulfillment or 'rainbow after the storm' isn't even fulfilling at all. Some people have short patience, deciding to no longer be shackled by their seemingly unceasing pain, unable to wait any longer for the elation they so craved for. And so they seek for band-aids, temporary protections from their inner hurt.

Little did they know that those seemingly promising band-aids will only prolong their misery.

Ah, and of course, you were one of those people. What? There was nothing wrong with basking in your well-deserved happiness. After all the afflictions that you had been through, being gifted pleasure was only righteous.

Your ex-fiance had left you. Had cheated on you, for specification. Others had deemed that reason for someone to almost take her life absurd, but they had no rights to. It wasn't them who was left insecure, anxious, and mentally scarred for life, so who were they to judge? You had loved him too much, too much to the point that all the love that you were able to give was spent on him, and gone forever when he left.

Now you couldn't love, you thought. Not even yourself. How could you? You weren't deserving of love, your ex-fiance had proven you that. You could easily be left for someone else.

Weeks and weeks of drinking, hoping to eventually destroy yourself and keep him off your mind, did nothing to relieve you of your suffering. You were tempted to cease your existence, every second of your pointless life. You coveted everyone else, wanting to wipe the ridiculous smiles that never failed to make your blood seethe off their faces, wanting to strangle them simply because they had better fates than you -- simply because they were enjoying their lives. You wanted to kill every single one of them. It was hard to control your compulsions. Why were they luckier than you? Why you, and not them?

You had stood atop an abandoned building one bleak night. The sky was black as ebony, the city still and serene. No lights, no sounds, nothingness; it had beckoned you. A final resting place. You had closed your eyes, letting the frigid wind feast on your numb, gored, exposed skin. Then, the stillness wavered so suddenly, and then wholly disappeared. Right behind you was an inexplicable noise of strong wind, footsteps following. A bass had reverberated inside your head, glasses clinking and bells ringing. Your heart began to pump quicker.

HE had been there as you opened your eyes. Your savior. Your master. The man clad in midnight. The man whose eyes had looked upon you ravenously, licking his lips as he feasted on your then trembling form. It felt as if his imperious stare was piercing and preying on your poor, poor soul.

Oh, that soul of yours. It was rotten, so full of loathing and desire for revenge. It was delicious. You would make a great meal, he had thought, snickering to himself.

He had been watching how miserable you had become. It was merely a curious peek at the human world he had deemed mundane for too long. He certainly wasn't expecting to stumble upon a delectable dish, your soul, and he didn't complain.

Yours was the only soul that he wanted. The only soul that stood out from the rest. He had made it his job to ascertain that he, alone, would be the one having you, eventually.

And there he was, on his dark glory, making you teeter on edges.

"What's wrong? Scared?"

Backing away, your feet had slipped off the concrete. Before you could even process your supposed death, you were lifted back up by darkness, enclosing you. He was still there. You had noticed that the darkness that brought you back was emanating from him. He seemed pleased now that you had trembled less. In his smile you could see the fangs that put all the blades you had used to shame. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you spoke feebly.

"Who -- w-what are you?"

You scrutinized him once again from head to toe. The clouds had parted, the full moon now gazing upon you. The satellite had confirmed that there was no body, but just a wan, smirking face which looked at you with authority, and then billowing darkness in the supposed body's stead. You had wondered if the onyx space was a black hole, luring everything close to it, including you, and eventually destroying it.

"I've come to unshackle you from your misery, little mortal." He began as, disturbingly, a body had formed, and stood in front of you was a completely normal, bedazzling young man. He'd approached you, and there was a bone-deep, ancient feeling of horror. The man had chuckled at your new disposition. "Ah, no... Do not fret. I am here to grant your wishes. All of them. And you have quite a lot, don't you?" He had whispered lowly, and you had every vein in you screaming for you to run -- which, you had thought, you should've done the minute you'd seen him, given that in every aspect, there was no way that he was a normal young man. For all you knew, minutes ago, he was just a head.

"You have problems, my dear, and you dearly want them to disappear, don't you? You don't really want to throw away the years of your life." He leaned closer, peering into your soul. "But, if you allow me to, I will fix them. I can fix everything."

The mumble had gone off before you could think straight. But really, could you still think straight during those days? "You can?" Your voice had faltered, and you began to quiver harder as he held your wrists, gently and almost fondly. That action had made your heart tingle with the slightest anticipation for the first time in a long, long time.

"Why, yes, my dear. I will fix everything for you. I will remove all your problems. I'm your genie. There is no need to be afraid of me, hm?"

You nodded slowly, your breathing going back to normal as you stared up at him. His presence was dominating you, and it was clear that he took luxury in it. "Hm. There we go."

"H-How can you f-fix my problems?"

"Oh, I'll show you... Once we had settled our contract, that is." The man had noticed your sudden skepticism and chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, you needn't worry, for I always keep my end in a bargain. A deal's a deal, and even someone of my kind knows how to keep our promises, unlike you fickle humans."

Someone of his kind... You pondered. Who was that man? What was he, exactly?

"You needn't do much, really. However, there is only one thing I ask of you."

He'd added. Although the feeling of ancient horror crept further upon your entirety, there was also something compelling about the man, something you knew you could not resist. And so you had asked purposefully for the first time in what seemed like ages, holding onto his promises. He'd said that he could fix all of your problems, and you knew that you deserved to be acquitted of them.

"What is it?"

"YOUR SOUL."

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He began to call himself Sebastian. And he had taken your soul. You were his now; and his only, until forevermore. The man who called himself a genie was, in fact, not a genie, but a demon. A demon who had come to grant your wishes... in change for your soul. Your soul which you had so willingly given to him. You'd thought, anyway, that you didn't need a soul. You were soulless as could be, so if what a soul was what he wanted, then you had given it up so easily. It was an easy exchange, really, one that seemed to benefit you more than him, you had thought.

Sebastian had everything you had ever wanted, everything you had ever needed. He was superb at playing his role, true to the words he had uttered the first time you ever saw him, and there were a good lots of times when you had forgotten that this was merely a pretend relationship, a business done for mutual benefits. He would be at your service whenever you needed it, spoiling you with all the wealth unimaginable, and going on dates with you wherever place you had suggested.

On one occasion, you went to the amusement park wherein he played every game, took his role of being 'the boyfriend who plays for his girlfriend and gives her a cute prize in the end' so seriously and won every single prize that the owner had reproached you two, fuming, and decided to ban you from the park. You went home with your car filled to the brim with stuffed animals, barely having enough space to breath and see clearly. Sebastian had frowned that he played fair and square and that he paid for every game he played, so it was illogical for the owner foam at the mouth. You had chuckled and told him to not be an overachiever next time while he tucked a kitten plush on his lap as he drove back home.

There had been a time in your life when you dreamt of having the perfect boyfriend. It was an innocent phase, and you were naive to the world's cruelty, wishing for someone who would stick with you all the time, bring you nothing but joy and laughter, and shelter you like how a prince protects his princess. None of those happen in real life though, but for brief, sudden moments, when Sebastian was looking at anywhere but you, you had often thought of him being what you once wanted. He successfully filled the void in your heart, and at moments, you would smile at one another, and then your wishful thinking would stop due to the appearance of his fangs, painfully reminding you once more of this game of pretend, of that he was an actor of his own class, of that he was a demon whose sole interest was your soul. And one, even without being told, knew that one does not fall in love with demons, for they are the epitome of eternal suffering, the predators that humans, like you, had been compelling for thousands of years. And yet, there you were. You would have been burned at the stake, if not worse, had your little secret been discovered. But it never would be, that Sebastian had assured you.

You had thought that he must have felt the fluctuations in your feelings, the sudden longing and genuine warmth you felt towards him, and so he gave strict reminders that those feelings would give fruit to naught. He would break off his role at times when your heart blossomed, and his true nature which you had almost forgotten was suddenly foreign and terrifying to you. The room would grow dark, everlasting emptiness spewing from his side while he eyed you, and you felt a thousand times inferior, mortified, at that look. And for a very brief moment of sheer dread, his form would morph into horror unfathomable.

Though he appreciated your life revolving around him, as it should be, he did not relish the involvement of real human feelings in any form, with the exception of anything relating to the seven deadly sins. Something as soft as love was preposterous. It enraged him for you to develop such feelings, again, though they were still budding, even if it was meant for him. Emotions such as that would only tarnish and reduce the soul he was building like a perfect gourmet into a tasteless, waste of food.

For you to rid those budding human emotions and turn your life's focus anywhere but the path of eternal life, he had made temptation an easy access, with lust being his specialty. While waiting for the right time to seek out your revenge by plotting a thing so abominable, something you never knew you were capable of thinking, and something that your old self would never have approved of, to the bastard who had severed you, Sebastian had provided you with entertainment so profound and undeniable that each day you feared that you could not go on without it. That you could not go a day without you looking up between his knees, crying at his mercy, without you arching and begging for him as he did his ways on the right places on your body, without him treating you like his princess at daylight and his personal whore at night, whispering and influencing you with further blasphemy as he twitched inside you.

He went on and on, had done you like no man in the world could ever do you, and you were so enamored by the luxury of pleasure he had offered that once, you had come to a point wherein you had nothing else in your mind except for the thought of him ramming into you and reminding you of who owns you, and thoughts of the people you sought vegeance for have their necks spewing off their thick, warm blood, followed by them falling down, preferrably from an elevated setting, and eventually, being dead.

At times, he would do you in front of the mirror to let himself bask in his glorious form which was ravishing yours, then he would suppress barking out a thunderous laughter and only smirk at how horribly filthy you looked underneath his power. Look at you, completely immersed in the darkness, soul so murky that he was beginning to grow more and more uneasy with the intolerable longing to finally devour your entirety. But he knew he would have to wait longer.

It wasn't time to harvest a fruit which hadn't fully ripened yet.

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The smell of coffee wafted through the slightly ajar doors, and groggily you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You concluded that dawn was still raw, meaning there were still plenty of hours before your usual morning call, but you stood up nonetheless, the aroma beckoning you to trudge towards the kitchen where you saw Sebastian just about to prepare for making breakfast. Two cups of almond coffee sat upright on the counter, still hot.

You thought he looked to you a husband. Contributing to the sudden sentimentality were the too late yet too early hour and your partially asleep state. A husband. Sebastian looked to you like a husband. You smiled, and then, for a moment, thought of frowning wistfully.

Sebastian sensed your feelings, and he was irked. Seemed like your soul still needed some honing to be done to. How long would he need to wait? But no... He could wait even a thousand years, hell, because time was nothing to creatures of his kind, and because your ripened soul would certainly be worth the wait.

"Sebby..." You called out. He looked back, an accustomed smile gracing his gentle yet at the same time sharp features. "Good morning, my dear. I was just about to wake you up. Hungry? Well, just in time as I am about to make breakfast. Have some coffee for the mean time, my love."

You plopped yourself down the chair and he settled the other cup on the table in front of you. You looked up to him. "You're up early... 'Smatter?"

He seemed to be pouting, then his lips curved downwards to a complete frown. "Why, have you forgotten what today is all about, love? My, this is quite painful to me, you know?" He clutched his chest, as if to emphasize.

"Wait. What is today?"

Sebastian tutted. "We are going on a cruise date today. Have you really forgotten? We need to be there by 6 o'clock sharp. It's a special day." He then patted your head and ruffled your hair, and if it were before, your stomach would've somersaulted at his actions, but now fully-awake, thanks to the coffee, you thought better and had better control of yourself. You glanced at the clock. It read 3:56 AM. There were still plenty of time. But of course, your boyfriend more than liked being punctual.

Finishing the rest if your coffee in one gulp (plus the burning sensation you felt on your tongue immediately afterwards), you stood up and went to him, who was now busying himself with making breakfast.

"I can help with that. I really missed cooking..." At your remark, Sebastian had a brief look of horror on his face. "Dear, no offense, but as much as you miss cooking, and as much as I'd like for you to enjoy yourself, we cannot risk to burn the kitchen for the third time since moving here."

"I busied myself watching cooking videos on YouTube these past few days, so it can't be as bad as before. Just let me try once!"

You were suddenly very exuberant that Sebastian feared there was something else in that coffee which you just drank. He firmly shook his head and said, "Love, no."

"But!"

"Ah-ah-ah~"

You reached out for the slotted spatula, which he denied you of by raising the hand holding your desired item. He was a great lot taller than you were, and he often smirked at this fact, just like what he's doing now. You jumped to reach it, and then again, and again, and then you had overused that ability which was why you fell into his chest the next time you jumped. Instincts made you wrap your arms around his waist, and deciding that the position was rather cozy, you impeded the day's work by luxuriating in your current position. His perfume had a class of its own, or was he even using perfume? Maybe that's just how he naturally smelled: intolerably good. Maybe that's how demons smelled. You weren't even hiding the fact that you were sniffing him. And he, for the nth time, was more than unimpressed.

The moment he thought that you were finally done pestering him, he made a fatal mistake. You swiftly took the spatula from his then relaxed hand and moved away, giggling childishly. Sebastian rolled his eyes before watching you for the next five minutes with bated breath as you successfully murdered the immaculate breakfast you were supposed to have. The bacons became charcoal. He declared with dread "T-That's enough!" and looked at you with the see-what-I-told-you kind of look on his face.

You sighed helplessly. You really thought you wouldn't mess up this time. "Oh, all right! I should just fix our things. Has the --"

"That's already been taken care of."

Your mouth gaped. How -- then you remembered: demons don't need sleep, so he mostly spent midnight packing your things. Sometimes the fact awed you, and this event was one of those times. Sometimes you had wondered what it felt like to be a demon who needed no sleep. How great would it be to watch your desired Netflix shows unceasingly, and to think about creative ways to choke your ex-boyfriend and the whore he cheated on you with without suddenly yawning and getting interrupted by lethargy.

Sebastian sighed as he looked at you. "Since you've already wasted five precious minutes of defiling our food, why don't you take a shower now? Be a good girl for me, won't you dear?"

"Won't you join me? Won't we bathe together, Sebby?~"

"Please don't act so carnal this early in the morning."

You pouted. "Says the horny one."

Sebastian blinked, stupefied, and then cleared his throat. "We cannot afford to be even seconds late for our appointment today. You have already wasted five minutes of --"

"-- Murdering, defiling, and what else-ing your precious bacon, yeah yeah."

"That." He sighed once more. "You know that once either of us begins, neither can stop. But we must always present ourselves properly to others. Besides, there is plenty of time to do that later, after the main objective of this day, which you should be focusing on. You remember now?"

You nodded silently.

"Good. Now, go and take a bath. I have already prepared your changing clothes."

You obeyed docilely and took twenty minutes of liberty to wash yourself.

While soaking yourself in the frigid temperature, thoughts came whirling inside your mess of a mind. The main objective of this special day, of your date with Sebastian.

Yes, the root of it all, why out of the blue you decided to plan a date so expensive when you could've just gone to the museum if you wanted a regular date. But what you wanted was something more than that, something much more malignant.

'When stalking one's prey, it is best to take one's time.'

And so you had. It was not your ex himself who was your immediate prey -- for he had long vanished to only the devil knows where, and you intended to seek him, saving him for last -- but the whore he cheated on you with. She, apparently, had a new man to play around with this time. This new bastard, too, had a significant other, a wife, an information you discovered through a thorough investigation you conducted, guided by Sebastian. You had deemed the fact that the woman was skilled at her job, being a homewrecker, worthy of a sardonic snicker.

Homewreckers, whether fully knowing the action they took part in or not and being just another used bystander, more than deserved a punishment worse than the death penalty, at least in your opinion.

It was Sebastian who discovered her scheduled cruise date. When he told you, your mind instantly formulated a plan. And though you had never been fond of the vast, azure ocean, being by Sebastian's side while executing the plan which had been in your mind for a long time now was more than a considerable compensation.

Red obscured your vision as you looked at the bathroom's floor tiles.

Yes, today is indeed going to be a special day, you thought.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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justatypicalwizard · 2 years

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Misunderstanding | Tanjiro Oneshot

Comedy | Fluff

2671 words

No manga spoilers

♡

You worked for Lady Tamayo and tried to make the serum for demons. It was stressful, hard work and not a lot of accomplishments. Still, you were devoted. You were short on tests, especially on humans so you had to ask one of those that you kewn, and that knew about demons. Tanjiro was a good call.

Lady Tamayo agreed and soon he was standing in your house. You didn't live in the same place as them so the two of you were alone. Nezuko stayed with Lady Tamayo. She was also being tested. The houses were nearly next to each other so it wasn't such a big deal.

''Hi, welcome, make yourself at home.'' You greeted the boy.

Tanjiro looked at you and felt weird, what's that? Meh.

♡

The next day you started your testing. He was up early training in your small garden when you invited him for breakfast. He didn't even know you were awake. The smell of delicious food lured him into the kitchen.

Your house wasn't big. Perfect for one person, especially with one room changed into a laboratorium. You felt bad about Tanjiro sleeping in a tiny, tiny room but he assured you it was okay. You even wanted to give him your room but he denied.

''Ah! It looks delicious.'' He was thrilled to see the food. ''Thank you for doing all of this.''

''Just for you. I need to thank you somehow for participating in the tests.'' You were sweet to everyone.

Yet Tanjiro was especially liable to your charm. He got lost in his thoughts. Thinking about you being so nice to him on purpose made him giggle a bit. What if you were especially nice to him? Maybe it's something more.

When he realised what he was thinking about he blushed and felt embarrassed. How could he be so uncaring and feel so entitled?

He ate the breakfast kinda quietly. You noticed it and you were afraid that he doesn't feel good in your presence. You thought to yourself that you must try harder!

♡

After the delicious breakfast you started with your tests. You wanted to take many body measurements. That's why Tanjiro arrived without his top, bare chested.

The boy never felt embarrassed walking like that but somehow now he was blushing madly when he was changing in his room. You're gonna look at him, touch him and test his body inside out. That thought made a shiver go down his spine. Will you feel good doing this exactly with him? Maybe Zenitsu would be better at this? Or Inosuke, he definitely wouldn't have this type of thoughts. What if you find him bad looking? He has this scar on his forehead.

Oh gog, this was the first time he felt insecure about his scar. He sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths. You are a doctor, you do medical stuff, you are an expert. He can trust you.

He couldn't get the thought out of his head, he was not scared or embarrassed, he wanted to make such a good impression on you, that it gave the opposite results in his behaviour.

The two of you were sitting in your laboratorium. You were getting ready to get a sample of his blood, check his heartbeat when he was not in movement, check his lungs, his internal organs, his muscle size and his fat percentage. A lot of touching in other words. You enlisted all the tests to Tanjiro and he agreed.

He thought about tensing his muscles in a subtle way in front of you. You were just about to take a blood sample but his muscles twitched. At least that's what you thought because it was Tanjiro on purpose. Only the tensing lasted two seconds because he chickened out.

You were so worried that he is feeling uncomfortable. You saw that he was a bit red on the face and now these twitching muscles when you touched him. You need to try harder to make him feel comfortable. That means you need to give him more space!

''Tanjiro, I won't be touching you for now okay? You will help yourself with all the equipment.'' You smiled and thought that this will give him the signal that you are not pushing anything and respecting his comfort zone.

He nodded his head and cried internally. He freaked you out with the muscles. Why did he have to do this? You must have seen a lot of better muscles in your life and now he was just pathetic.

The rest of the tests went quickly with Tanjiro managing the equipment.

♡

You had to do some groceries. There was nothing for supper and breakfast.

''Tanjiro, I need to go and buy some things.'' You caught his attention.

Tanjiro didn't want you to do all the home duties alone, he should help you if you let him stay here! Yes, he will do the groceries for you and show you that he cares.

''No! I will do the, just give me the list!''

He grabbed the list from your hand and stormed out of the house not giving you time to think about everything.

Oh no, this was so fast and so rapid. He just can't be in your presence. Or many he was afraid of what ingredients you would buy. He was just being nice during breakfast and didn't like your food at all. You sank. How bad could you treat a guest?

Tanjiro came back with way more things that you needed. He bought it all from his own money wanting to give you a present this way.

You thought he considered you cheap.

Both of you looked away uncomfortable.

''I'll do the supper!'' Tanjiro offered this in an energetic manner.

This way he could impress you with his cooking skills. You would say that the supper is delicious and he will be happy. And you will be happy. He will give you a present from his heart, a tasty meal.

''No, I'll cook.'' You stated taking the massive groceries from him.

You just denied him. You can't just think about eating something he made you. Tanjiro was sure this is what you meant.

You on the other side didn't want to make him do yet another home duty. How could a guest cook? Did he think of you as messy and bad at caring for a home?

So bad, it went so bad.

♡

You were both going to sleep. You met in the corridor connecting your rooms. Both of you holding the doorknobs and an awkward silence in the air.

''So...'' Tanjiro started.

''Yeah, goodnight!'' You smiled at him and ran into your room.

Tanjiro couldn't bear the thought that he just wanted to start a conversation and you ran away.

You wouldn't think about how uncomfortable he felt around you. He didn't talk about anything and this ''So?'' What did it even mean? He must have been sarcastic or something like that.

♡

The next day was a clown circus. Tanjiro tried to engage in a conversation in every possible way but he was so shy and stressed out. You avoided him not to make him 'even more uncomfortable in your presence' as you told yourself.

Both of you were overthinking this so much your heads were about to explode.

Tanjiro felt that he wanted to impress you the harder the more problematic this became. He was kinda paranoid and tried anyway to show you that he was making the first move.

Maybe that's what he had to do? Stop with the stupid impressions and make a move?

You on the other hand felt defeated. This was it, your guest didn't like you but didn't have the heart to tell you because this was Tanjito, he was always nice but deep down he must have thought that you are pathetic.

♡

It was the day when you tested his body in movement. Looking at the planned experiments you regretted making up even half of them. First on the list was his heartbeat. You had a tool that was supposed to get the data on how a human's smell changes from the demons perspective according to the changes th heartbeat and blood flow. It was a metal object that was to be held against a big vessel, like the one on the neck, and it has some ampoules with liquids made by Lady Tomoyo that were supposed to give the results. The liquids were from a demon's body and they reacted with human smell in the air. You had to open the ampoules one after another for a small second when Tanjiros heartbeat reaches a specific level. When thinking about this experiment you just thought that you would ask Tanjiro to piggyback you while running around.

Now you cringed at that thought.

''Hey, that's a good idea!'' You heard Tanjiro over your ear, he was looking at the sketches you drew and the experiment plan.

There was even a small running Tanjiro drawn because you were thinking about him a bit when planning this.

''Is that me?'' he pointed to the picture.

Oh no.

♡

''That's a stupid idea.'' You frowned, embarrassed about yourself.

Tanjiro felt hurt by the words. Then he thought about Nezuko. If you didn't like him... well, it's just how it is. But if this experiment is supposed to somehow help Nezuko regain her human form then he was ready to swallow the hard pill and go on through.

''Please, let's proceed with the test, I will do anything that may help my sister.'' he was firm.

You felt relieved. Good that he was thinking about Nezuko right now. You agreed and started to prepare for the test.

You gathered your equipment. Tanjiro took off the upper half of his clothes and crouched under you giving you the sign that you can hop on him. Taking the final breath before you feel like a total d for entering his personal space so much you embraced him with your legs and he standed up.

He thought that it would be lovely if only you weren't so tense, feeling forced to touch him. He would say sorry to you later and explain the issue with Nezuko. He prayed silently that you would forgive him.

''Okay, you may start to jog, I will tell you when to go faster but please don't rush it.'' You got into your medical self.

No feelings involved, just pure science. Maybe he was uncomfortable with you, and you wanted to say sorry so badly but the thought of having a cure for demoness was so important that you swallowed your fear and proceeded with the experiment.

The first vial went smooth, giving you a light red colour. You saw Tanjiro looking at it as your hands were in front of him. He was gripping your tights to keep you as steady as he could.

''What does this colour mean?'' He was very curious, and maybe if he engaged with a science conversation you would be more willing to talk with him.

''It means that the demon knows your smell but it's not so intense. It's like you would smell a cookie baked in the opposite part of a house. You can trace the smell but the signs are not unambiguous, you have to search.'' You were happy he wanted to talk to you at least about this.

You asked him to speed up and he did, making you bounce delicately on his tensed back. The vial got red and thick. It may have been a bit unpleasant as it looked like blood.

''And this, what does this mean?'' Tanjiro was genuinely interested now.

The process of the vials changing colour was magnificente. They started to mix somehow and a red core erupted in the middle soon taking over the whole sphere.

''This means the demon knows there is a human close. It's like if you were standing next to the oven with the cookies, an overwhelming... and mostly tasty scent.'' You gave him an expertise.

Then he started to run around fast, taking sharp turns. You had to squeeze your head tightly into the crook of his neck to keep your stability. The vial turned dark crimson.

''This?''

''The demon may have problems controlling itself in this state. It's like you put your head into the oven.''

You had your last vial but you couldn't imagine him going even more intense in your small garden.

''Tanjiro, we need to speed up somehow, this is the last one.''

He thought for a bit and then nodded.

''Hold tight!''

Saying this he jumped high, then higher helping himself with some surface you didn't even process. One more jump and you were in the room of some house. He was jumping from one building to another making your hair dance in the wind. You were speechless at the speed and beauty of the surrounding gripping tightly to the boy.

''Wow.'' You let out a gasp.

''Yeah, it turned black!'' He shouted.

Oh! The vial. You were so astonished by the situation you nearly forgot about it.

''That's enough, we can come back.'' You shouted feeling somehow disappointed that the experience must come to an end.

Soon you found yourself back on the grassy path of your garden. Letting go of Tanjiro you felt weak in your knees. Tanjito had to help you regain your balance.

''Sorry for this.'' He gave you a shipplish smile and you waved it off. ''What does this vial mean?''

''It would feel like you stuffed some freshly baked cookies up your nose.'' You laughed at the comparison. ''I thank you very much Tanjiro. This will give me and Lady Tamayo a lot of data to work on.''

♡

It was getting late and the both of you were sitting in your small living room. The equipment and collected data was safely stored in your lab. You were sitting in silence and you just had to tell him how sorry you are for all the problems you caused him.

''I'm sorry for making you so unfom...''

''I'm sorry for the problem...''

The both of you started to talk at the same time. You stared one at another in disbelief.

''Tanjiro, it wasn't a problem! I'm the one who has to apologise. I imposed so much things on you.'' You felt bare and uncomfortable.

''No. I'm the one invading your personal space and not being good enough of a work partner.'' He stared to the ground. ''I knew you didn't feel good in my presence.''

''I thought you're the one feeling bad in my presence.''

After a moment both of you started to laugh.

''This was such a misunderstanding.'' You put your hand to your cheek feeling it burn with a rosy blush.

He nodded his head, also blushing a bit.

''I will work as hard as I can to deliver the cure for Nezuko.'' You gave him a serious look.

''Thank you. If you would ever need help don't hesitate asking me, I will be always here.'' His words made your heart skip a beat.

''I would be glad, I had a lot of fun with the last experiment. I never felt so alive like back then on the rooftops.'' Letting yourself be a little vulnerable you were honest with him.

''If you want I could take you again.'' He said.

''I would love to.''

He smiled at you in a sweet manner. You were so wrong about this boy. How could he be so uncaring? He seemed like the most honest and true person on the Earth.

''Would you like to stay the night? I will cook something tasty.'' You asked, tilting your head.

He couldn't stop looking at you. Your natural curiosity and intelligence make him feel small yet fuzzy inside.

''I would love to.'' He agreed, happily.

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getoswhore · 3 years

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your event is too tempting to not join HAHAHAH

so, may i fancy a prompt eight with toji + edging and overstimulation? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) even though i am currently a poseidon simp machine i still want to indulge in some toji every once in a while <3

ps, have a good day bby asiah! :D

— ♡. NUMB, toji fushiguro.

♡ : FT : toji x f! reader

♡ : CW/TW : pwp + edging, overestimation, squirting.

♡ : MY 1K EVENT MASTERLIST

THE LARGE CALLOUSED hands that slid restlessly up your tingling thighs and to your waist fondled at your delicate skin that rose with goosebumps, "you like it when i touch you here, huh?" toji's deep, resonant voice feathered against your neck as a warm hand worked itself further down, caressing at the soft mound of flesh at the curve of your ass, "or maybe here?" his breath hot against your skin as he pressed a rough thumb against your puffy clit with enough pressure to make you whine below him.

"toji, p-please.. yes, touch there.. 'm wanna cum.. please.." you plea for mercy to finally tumble over the edge, yet he only scoffs at your desperate want. his scar stretches when his lips twinge into a smirk as he watches you, watching how those hooded eyes peer up at him with need, eyes that gloss with salty tears as some fat ones break free and trail down your burning cheeks.

the want in your gaze was agonizing, yet you knew he was going to keep pushing you close to the edge until there were no words left that can leave your strained throat. and at this point, he was just bullying your pussy and you wanted to cry. he's been leaving you hanging for so long. far too long. to the point your entire bottom half feels numb. the second you taste that sweet high, he just stops. everything stills as your left a whimpering mess, head dazed and mouth-watering.

he's brought you to the edge of heaven over and over, never letting you get all the way there, and it was torture. sweet, delicious torture.

you felt a rush of shivers lick up your spine the moment his hips buck up against yours, feeling the crown of his heavy cock brush up against your soft spot.

the strong grip you have on his forearms was enough to leave his skin red with an imprint of your grasp but toji didn't mind, or couldn't even care, knowing mercy was at his hands. seeing you whimper with need made him only want to tease you even more, seeing how needy you are to reach that stomach-churning high he knows he can deliver to you easily at any second.

stray thoughts flitted through your mind, but they were inconsequential, all that mattered was how his thumb rubbed in tight circles at your clit as he began to slowly thrust up into you once again. but no matter how slow he was with his movements, it was always an undeniably toe-curling sensation and was always delivered just right. your back arches into the bed, hips trying to wiggle themselves forward into his touch for more of that sweet friction. but his free hand held at your waist with a vice, keeping you still and leaving you salivating for more.

toji tilts his head, his piercing seafoam eyes hooding at the feeling of your gummy walls trying to pull him in more with greed. you could feel that hot coil of elation tightening in your core all again the moment his tongue laps over his long scar and pulls his hips back only to snap them with yours once again.

your stretched moans fill his ears the second he keeps up with that momentum. your breast bounce as the bed begins to rocks with you and his thumb was still firmly rubbing at your sensitive bundle of nerves. all again, that feeling of your stomach doing flips, you were left balancing precariously on that same edge you were left hanging on a few minutes ago, where he had kept you for so long.

the pressure to your clit was too much, the feeling of his thick cock bucking up into your cunt was unbearable. your chest heaves as your thoughts run wild, in prayers, he's finally letting you reach that overdue high. as his cock juts up into your tight walls, your pleas seemed to have been answered, feeling your core spasm with that needed high, walls clenching around his throbbing length as you came, hard.

you felt so high off his cock that was now shining with your slick; your cum drooling out of your numbing cunt and spilling onto the sheets.

through the sound of the blood rushing in your ears you hear a deep growl, "you wanted this, right? begging to cum so badly. so keep cumming." he didn't stop or slow down, in fact, he picked up the pace tenfold. your eyes widen, nails pinching into his thick skin, leaving angry raw trails in their wake. your legs tremble, mouth flooding with drool like a rabid animal as your senses seemed to be leaving you.

this was too much, so much your body felt boneless. you squeak out in pleas.

"aw, what's wrong? you're getting what you've begged for." he taunts, that sweet auditory caramel fanning at your skin as he pushes his cock deeper at each hard and rough thrust. your eyes roll back as he jackhammers into your poor little cunny and feeling as if your trembling body was melting into the mattress.

"can't take it? huh, baby? yeah, i thought so."

toji slows himself at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him again. feeling you were about to reach that peak of pleasure he snatched it right out of your grip without hesitation just to get you thinking you were going to have your way again.

you take this moment to take in a sharp breath of air, taking back in all of your senses. yet, your brain still felt too mushy to comprehend everything, but the faint voice beside the shell of your ear electrified your nerves,

"you're so cute when you beg, y’know that?”

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uinmyheart · 2 years

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[♡] the night felt so young. the fresh air outside already felt magical and overwhelming in the most positive of ways; the slight breeze and the light jokes going around flying through them made the night feel so alive. tonight, jungkook cannot seem to let go of you, (just like any other moment the both of you spend together) but this time around he just shows how much he's missed you over these past few weeks, while still enjoying being in the company of his best friends. you just know he's so happy; by the way his eyes seem to shine brighter than ever and his giggles make an appearance for the majority of the time tonight.

it was inevitable to feel colder than ever after spending a few hours outside though. even if you tried to ignore the goosebumps on your skin (obviously just to stay longer besides your boyfriend) your constant yawns and how heavy your head felt from how tired you were, made it impossible to stay focused.

even if jungkook was engrossed in a simple conversation with one of his friends, he still noticed you struggling to stay awake. in an incredibly comforting and effortless way, he makes sure to bring you closer to his chest, the jacket that was sitting on his shoulders a few moments ago, now surrounding your body. it was a matter of time until you felt cold again though, your silky skirt not giving that extra warmth you absolutely needed to not interrupt the great night you both were having.

looking up, you take a moment to look closely at his pretty face. you're in utter awe from seeing how pretty he looks; how every single detail, from the scar on his cheek you've kissed so many times, to his pretty eyes that look at you with nothing but deep appreciation and unconditional love. you're so in love with him. there's this joke that namjoon tells that has him almost rolling to the ground and his eyes twinkling in the most heart warming of ways. he's pretty. pretty, pretty, pretty.

he looked the happiest too, and that's why you didnt want to let this night go; that's why the first time he asks if you want to go home, you completely deny it, insisting on staying for a little longer.

but there aren't many more tries until jungkook insists on taking you, at least, back into his best friend's house to sleep at the guest room, at least until the high wore off and he could drive the both of you home. you're too weak to resist on his offer. he makes sure to guide you with his warm hand through the stairs and corridors and he makes sure to help you get into the guest bed, choosing to lay down for a while with you. you let yourself be pampered even though if it was another you tonight you'd be complaining about him treating you like a baby.

his eyes demonstrate how you're his number one priority and his delicate fingers that help you fall asleep show consideration and dedication. his actions show you that even if the both of you were initially hanging out with all of your friends, nothing was as important as the both of you. he always prioritized your well-being just like you did with his. none of you are in a hurry; but you don't want to keep him even longer to yourself so you try to fall asleep faster, even though his intoxicating and incredibly delicious cologne was making it so difficult to concentrate. you have all the time in the world anyways, and he makes sure to remind you of that instead of paying attention to the screams downstairs of your friends who were already calling for the both of you.

he stays right beside you at all times and his mouth stays glued to your cheek, loving kisses being well received by you and your fluttering heart, while your free hand caresses his hand sitting right by the dip of your waist. who wouldn't fall asleep like this? you give up less than ten minutes later and even in your dreams, you show resistance when he tries to let go. jungkook has spoiled you in the most marvellous and addicting of ways, there's simply no way back.

gentle promises of coming back being left right by your ear are enough for your grip to let go so that he can get up, and he does, not before leaving as much kisses as he can. with one last look he turns the light off, gently and slowly closing the door just enough, finally leaving.

he knows his friends and hours of teasing are waiting for him once he comes back outside, but he doesn't really care about it. and as he sneaks to turn the volume of the music down, he takes all of the screams and the complains of his best friends, just as he expected, with a sheepish smile.

#bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook blurb #jungkook fluff #jungkook scenario #jungkook drabble #jungkook imagine #jungkook timestamp

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bakugoyelling · 3 years

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Convenience

Dabi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+ / smut, hair pulling, dirty talk, sex toy (vibrator), multiple orgasms

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: you + dabi + a gas station bathroom = a very good time

A/N: this is only the second time i’ve written for dabi, but i just know this man will fuck you anywhere, and i am so down for it. hopefully, you are too. enjoy ♡

You hadn’t been on the road for very long, but after hearing the rumbling noises that were emitting from her tummy, Toga had insisted that the League pull over and make a pit stop to retrieve some snacks. Although met with a slew of refusals at first, Toga kept up her persistence until the van made a sudden sharp turn into the nearest gas station. Dabi wasn't too thrilled about the movements of the vehicle, but before he could cuss out whoever was driving, the van had already stopped moving and was now parked off to the side of the small convenience store.

“Finally, you listen to me! I’m going to get something yummy,” Toga declares, smiling with her cheeks tinted a rosy shade of pink, "Come on everyone, let's go!" She urges while she hops out of the van and skips her way over to the entrance, pulling the door open as you, Shigaraki, Dabi, and the rest of the League reluctantly follow behind her.

It seems that you are the only one who shares Toga’s excitement, being more than happy to leave the cramped up seats of the van to stretch your legs, breathe some fresh air, and maybe even get a light snack for yourself as well.

Upon entry, Toga begins to immediately grab at whatever snacks she sets her eyes on, piling up a variety of treats that range from crunchy and chewy to salty and sweet. And while she makes her way throughout the aisles of the small store, you decide to go find your own treat.

While you separate ways, your eyes scan the shelves in search of something sugary until they land on a display of bubble gum centered lollipops.

It’s perfect, a candy that you can eat at a slow enough pace that you’ll have something to occupy the time while Toga continues her mini-mart shipping spree. You chose the flavor of your choice, and without even bothering to pay for the candy, your fingers work to tear open the wrapper before you pop it into your mouth.

Standing amidst the aisle, you savor the taste of the hard candy against your tongue. It's been a while since you have had the pleasure of indulging in something so sweet. And at this moment, the little lollipop tastes so delicious, that you have in all innocence, began to delicately twirl it around the inside of your mouth. Letting your eyes close shut while you take time to truly appreciate the saccharine flavor that is blessing your tastebuds.

“Hey there, dollface,” a familiar voice speaks against the shell of your ear, catching you off guard and making your shoulders shake in surprise as your eyes shoot open.

You look up and your eyes lock with the scarred man staring down at you, a roguish smile tugging at his lips while he holds his arm propped up on a nearby shelf, “You know, you look kinda cute sucking on that.”

Peeking up at Dabi, you decide to play along with him, and hollow your cheeks around the hard-shelled lollipop while you move it in and out of your mouth, coating it in your saliva before you pull it past your lips with a soft pop.

“Oh yeah?” you ask, batting your eyelashes and licking the tip of the candy before you push it back into your mouth and continue sucking on it.

Dabi raises an eyebrow at you and takes a few steps forward, walking around your body until he’s behind you with your back facing his chest. His large hands find a place on your hips, pulling your body closer to his as he leans down to whisper into your ear.

“Yeah, and it’s kinda making my dick hard." To prove his crude remark, he pushes up against you and harshly rubs his clothed length against the curve of your ass.

If Dabi was able to see your face; he could have seen the way you roll your eyes while you wiggle your ass against him, a teasing smile tugging at your lips as you swallow around your lollipop and pull it from your mouth before you turn around to face him.

“That’s too bad. Then I guess you better go jerk off somewhere.” You narrow your eyes at him as you plan to plop your candy back into your mouth, but Dabi is too quick, and before you can do so, he snatches it from your hold.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” he glares at you, bringing your saliva covered treat up to his mouth to suckle on it while you gawk at him.

“Why would I go jerk off when I’ve got a little slut like you?” he tilts his chin up and stares down at you while he bites down on the lollipop, and crushes the candy with his teeth until the bubblegum center is exposed.

"Here you go, babe." Dabi pulls the stick from his lips and hands the chewed up candy back to you, smirking down at your face while you scoff at his actions. "I know the gum is your favorite part. Maybe you can chew on it while I fuck you, yeah?" He suggests with a nod of his head.

Dabi has always been such a gentleman.

“I’ll take the gum, but I don’t really feel like fucking in the middle of the store. Well, not right now at least.” It's difficult trying to act like you aren't interested, but truth be told, your panties have already begun to grow slick from the back and forth teasing.

In fact, when it comes to giving Dabi what he wants, you never really need any convincing. You just think it's fun playing hard to get.

Your blue-eyed lover tsks while he brings the palms of his hands to your ass, squeezing onto the supple flesh as he leans into you and nuzzles his nose against the junction of your neck, kissing his way up your skin until his lips make their way to drift over your ear.

"Well, we can do it somewhere else then,” he assures you, causing your breaths to grow heavy as his fingers make their way under your skirt, pushing up your ass cheeks until eventually, his entire hand is cupping the soft skin.

“Oh, and with this little skirt on." He squeezes your ass as he speaks, "I’ll have easy access to that tight cunt of yours.”

His words of promised pleasure have you caving into him in no time, and just like that, you’re pressing yourself further into his hold, swallowing up your gum and nodding your head while you move your eyes about the store to make sure that everyone else is still occupied.

Dabi pulls away from you with a chuckle, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before he begins to walk away. He glances back at you, and you take his look as a hint to follow behind him, weaving your way around the aisles of the convenience store until the two of you make your way towards the back.

And while public bathrooms are not exactly known for being the cleanest of places, that doesn’t matter. Because sometimes they happen to be the most convenient, and a filthy place to fuck has never stopped you and Dabi before.

Your boyfriend pushes the bathroom door open with ease, and once the two of you are inside, he's quick to lock it. Within an instant, his hands are back to roam your body while his tongue wraps around yours in a sloppy kiss. He is so consumed by his want for you, that the only thing on his mind right now is how much he aches to feel the walls of your pussy clamping down on him while he rails you from behind.

He slips his hands up your skirt again, holding onto your hips and pushing your body towards the sink until your lower back hits the cold ceramic. When you mewl at the feeling, Dabi pulls his lips from yours and slides a hand across your thigh, letting his fingertips inch towards your heated core.

“Your little pussy is drenched,” he says against your lips while his fingers slip into your panties to toy with your arousal, gathering your slick before his sticky fingertips tap at your clit. Your legs jolt at the sensation, making your boyfriend puff out a laugh as he repeats the action.

“Dabi...” You whimper out his name while you peek up at him, seeing his eyes widen as he slips a single finger into your drooling hole.

Panting, you wiggle your hips as he begins to lightly pump his digit in and out. And while his finger feels good, you need more, but you're too caught up in trying to fuck yourself on his hand to ask.

"Ah-f-fuck Dabi..." you repeat his name while he adds another slender finger inside of you.

“What is it, huh? Tell me what you want,” he coos, nudging his nose against yours. "You want me to fuck you raw like the dirty slut you are?”

“Please…” you nod your head with pleading eyes and place your delicate hands on his shoulders, “Mmm, please, fuck my cunt,” you beg of him. You’re like putty in his hands when he gets you like this, needy and desperate to feel what only he can give you.

“Well, if you insist." Dabi continues pumping and curling his fingers within you until he removes them, letting the fabric of your panties snap against your skin. Leaving you on edge and panting for more. "Turn around then, dollface.” He instructs you, squeezing the flesh of your thigh and watching you with a smirk as you hastily turn your body so your arms are resting on either side of the sink and your ass is sticking out.

“There we go, just like that,” he says approvingly, hiking up your skirt and drinking in the luscious view of your supple backside. “Now, let’s take these off.” He hooks his fingers onto the waistband of your underwear and begins to tug them down until he pauses.

"Actually..." he murmurs, and instead of pulling them down, he yanks them to the side, causing the delicate material to dig into your flesh until it can no longer stretch, forcing it to tear at the seams until it falls to the floor. You sigh as the crisp air makes contact with your exposed sex, whimpering out a curse as you feel Dabi's warm hands play with your ass.

"You know, usually, I would make you suck my dick, but since we’re short on time…” He teases you while he grips the supple skin and spreads your cheeks, eyeing the way your body twitches from his touch.

You roll your eyes and steady your voice as you turn your head to glare at the man standing behind you, “Oh, shut up and fuck me already.” You try to sound demanding, but you just sound desperate, and your little plea makes Dabi laugh while his hands move to undo his belt.

“And I thought I was the horny one here,” he retorts while he pushes down his pants, releasing his stiff length that is seemingly aching to be inside of you. The swollen tip is already leaking with pre-cum, making it the perfect tool to glide up and down the span of your slick folds until you are practically pushing yourself onto him.

He relishes in the beautiful sigh that leaves your lips as he continues to tease you, lining himself up with your entrance and just barely putting in the tip until he begins to slowly ease himself inside of your warmth.

“Look at that, baby." He observes the way your cunt sucks in the length of his pierced cock. "That pussy was practically made for me.”

Your eyelids flutter as the walls of your sex suck him in, feeling every bump and ridge of the silver piercings adorning the shaft of his cock until he bottoms out, and you're crying out for him to move. Dabi thinks you sound so cute when you beg, but the noises you make when you're whining out in ecstasy are even better, and there is only one way he will get to hear them.

He grabs onto your waist and begins to move his hips until he forms a rhythm, slapping his pelvis against your ass as a continuous string of moans falls from your mouth. You can practically feel yourself creaming all over Dabi’s cock, and the lewd sounds of your sloppy sex echoing off the bathroom walls are enough evidence to prove that.

He tilts his head back in a groan, and his touch sends a shiver through your body as he glides a hand up your spine and towards the nape of your neck. He laces his slim fingers through your hair, twists your locks around them, and tugs your head backward, lifting it so he can meet your gaze through the reflection of the mirror.

“Such a good slut for me. Do you see how fucking sexy you look, see those pretty faces you make?” Dabi asks while his glare deepens, and he tightens the hold on your hair. The painfully good sensation makes your jaw drop as your stare quickly moves from the eyes of your lover to your own.

Staring back at yourself in the mirror, you take in your disheveled appearance while he continues working his hips.

Is it vain to say that seeing yourself like this only turns you on even more? The way your mascara has stained the skin below your eyes, the lipstick that has smudged from biting your lips, and that tiny crease in between your eyebrows that becomes all the more apparent every time Dabi's cock hits your sweet spot. It’s all so...hot.

The more you look, the more your pussy begins to tremble, and the fire inside of you feels like it is ready to ignite as he whispers words of vulgar praise against the shell of your ear, “You always take me so well, baby. My cock feels good in that tight cunt of yours, huh?”

His free hand trails down to rest on your pelvis, pressing his palm against your skin to feel the way his length moves inside of you while he uses the tips of his fingers to circle your neglected clit, giving it the stimulation it needs to send you into a crushing orgasm.

“Oh my fucking god…” you breathlessly moan his name, and Dabi's fingers begin to move faster, circling your clit until a slew of whimpers is spilling past your lips. “I-I’m gonna cum,” you squeak, pulling your brows together as you lock eyes with him in the reflection of the mirror.

Dabi keeps your head up by gripping onto your hair, watching your face contorted in pleasure as your body twitches and the walls of your cunt clench around his cock, coating him in your arousal.

When you begin to come down, he chuckles from behind you and finally lets go of your hair, allowing you to drop your upper body forward and giving you the opportunity to catch your breath while his fingers slow their movements on your swollen clit.

“Don’t worry, doll, just a little longer,” He coos as he places his hands on your hips, moving your lower half back and forth with ease while he pumps his length inside of you once again. He's only given you seconds to recover, but your body is so easy to maneuver after that last orgasm left you limp.

While you rest your forehead against the ceramic of the sink that you're bent over, Dabi’s head falls back as he indulges in the feeling of your velvety walls pulling him in while he continues to fuck you. The rhythm of his hips is starting to grow sloppy, and his grunts are growing louder with each passing second.

“Ahh- fuck,” He puffs out a breath while one of his hands leaves your side to reach into his pocket. “Let’s see if you cum on my cock one more time, okay?”

“Mhmm...” you quietly agree, nodding your head while you work your pelvis back and forth.

From behind you, the quick click of a button can be heard, followed by the familiar buzz of what you could only assume to be a particular toy you remember leaving in your bedside drawer the other night.

“Good girl,” Dabi grins, and your stomach clenches as soon as the brightly colored bullet vibrator presses onto your clit.

“Now, I don't really know why I brought this, but I’m fuckin’ glad I did.” He clicks the button again, switching the mode of the vibrator, so it is now shaking at its highest speed as he continues canting his hips, hitting the spot within you that has you keening and crying while gripping onto the sides of the sink until your knuckles are white.

With every stroke of his cock combined with the pulsing sensation of the toy on your clit, you begin to feel an indescribable warmth pooling in your lower abdomen as another orgasm approaches you.

“Oh~ fuck Dabi, Dabi...” you desperately whine your lover's name, begging for him to let you cum in the subtlest of ways.

Your voice sounds so sweet when you moan his name like that, and it drives him absolutely insane. He doesn't care how loud the two of you are being. He just wants to hear you, moaning and groaning while your bodies slap together. And with the way your knees are starting to buckle, Dabi can sense that you can no longer hold back.

He's practically growling as he presses the vibrator firmer against your clit and lets the fingers of his free hand dig into your sides while he pushes into you one final time.

"Fucking cum," he beckons, holding your body flush to him as your pussy begins to flutter around his length, urging him to fill you up while your legs jerk and your shaking knees squeeze together.

With the vibrator still pressed to your clit, your orgasm is prolonged as Dabi pumps ribbons of warm seed into you until midway through his release, he draws the toy from your center and pulls his cock out of your spasming pussy, making his cum dribble out of your twitching little hole while the last of his load lands on your ass.

“Oops, sorry about that, sweetheart," Dabi apologizes as his fingers scrape against your soft skin, “Wouldn’t want to waste any of that precious cum.” He scoops up the milky white liquid that adorns you and watches the way it reflects the light of the room before he brings his fingers down to your cunt and stuffs it back inside of you, right where it should be.

“There we go,” He smiles at the way you react, gasping while your pussy clenches around nothing as soon as he draws his fingers away from you.

While you lay perched over the sink, he tucks himself back into his pants, adjusting himself before he fixes your skirt for you and helps you back up.

It's the quietest the room has been since you entered it, but when he grabs you by the chin and leans in for a kiss, he is rudely interrupted.

“Quit fucking in there, or we’re leaving you!” Shigaraki shouts while his fist pounds against the door.

You giggle when Dabi ignores the words of your boss and opts to press his lips to yours anyway. Your tongues tangle together one last time before you pull back and pout, nodding your head in the direction of your torn panties laying on the floor, “Ugh, why'd you have to rip those? They were so cute," you complain, slapping your hand against his chest.

"Yeah... I know,” he says, leaning down to pick up the ruined material. "But your sloppy little cunt is cuter, so why would we want to cover it up?" He stuffs the panties into his pocket and smirks at the way you rub your thighs together, knowing that the skin in between your legs must be clinging with arousal.

The knocking on the door continues until Dabi pulls away from you and finally unlocks it, swinging it open so Shigaraki can finally shut the fuck up.

"What the hell is wrong with you - " Shigaraki begins to scold him, but all Dabi does is ignore him while he grabs you by the hand, tugging you along with him towards the exit of the store and back into the van.

Once outside, you quickly slide into the vehicle, awkwardly shifting the position of your legs as you begin to realize that your skirt is way too short and that without your underwear, there is a high possibility that the seat beneath you will be soiled with a mixture of yours and Dabi's essence.

"Guess you better keep those thighs squeezed together for the rest of the ride. We don't want cum dripping all over the seat, now do we?" He whispers as the rest of the League files into the van. But you still have such a long way to go, and unfortunately, you can already feel that you have failed to keep the fabric beneath you clean.

— please do not modify or repost my work

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ahh! i haven't posted smut in a while, but i'm glad i finally got this piece done. if you enjoyed this, let me know! nice comments are very much appreciated. i love reading them and they make me really happy ;-;

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Stygiophilia

A/N: Stygiophilia is a sexual arousal from thoughts of hellfire and damnation. It’s easier than I thought to find strange phobia and philia ngl. But this one fit sooo damn well.

Fandom: Obey Me! One master to rule them all Pairings: Yandere!Belphegor x GN!Darling!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Actions (Non-Con, Cumplay, Penetration, Mention of Finger/Toys used on the reader, Mention of Public Sex, Bondage), Violence (Branding the reader, Burning large parts of their body, Blood Mention, Pain Mention, Putting Semen into the wounds), Mention of physical abuse, Mention of Death/Hell/Damnation, Restraints (Silver chains)

Prompt: @sintember Free Day Friday: Philia - Got a kink or a paraphilia? Is there never enough content for it? You know what to do.

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It was in his nature, wasn’t it?

To be aroused by his burning fingers dragging down your skin, leaving marks to scar you with his fingerprints embedded in them. The loud gasp followed by helpless flailing as Belphegor burned his initial into your back only spurred him on more. As was the rattling of your chains as you began to squeal and cry out loudly in pain. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” he sighed, faking sympathy for the situation he put you in. And as you nodded, sobbing, glancing at him over your shoulder, he pressed his whole, blazing palm on your back, right above your hips.

You made the loveliest sounds as he tortured you, hellfire having so much more bite than regular flames. This wasn’t a punishment. It wasn’t even a reward, even though being branded with his name was, in his opinion. Belphegor merely felt like doing it. Because he loved you squirming under him while he sat on your ass, the silver chains hurting him when he put them on you and would hurt even more when he released you from them. But they were glittering so lovely in the nightlights around his bed.

Just like the fire did as it kept burning into your flesh.

Hellfire had the painful ability to keep burning even when severed from the source, and if he didn’t put it out, it would have probably burned through you. An enticing thought. One that made his cock rock hard. Because as much as he loved your quirky human-ness, there was not a day he didn’t image you damned in the same way as him and all the other demons. Hellfire was a surefire—hah!—way to damn someone, and then you’d be just as fucked up and hellbound as him.

God, he loved the image of your pure soul corrupting. Burning away with the hellfire, he licked off his fingers, letting it dance on his tongue, with the picture of your soul turning into black ash in his mind. You didn’t even know how much Belphie yearned to inhale your essence, have you all to himself and unreachable for anyone else but him, even his brothers.

But maybe this mark would dissuade them.

Not like you’d ever get rid of it. This one was going to last like a bad tattoo job would. Even if you’d cover it with other signs, ink, or clothes, it would always be there, burned into your body and etched into your soul. It might even save you some trouble when it was actually time for your descent to hell, as anyone would recognize you as Belphegor’s property, making you too precious to hurt. The demons down there would put you on a pedestal and pamper you until Belphie waltzed in and ‘save’ you from them, binding you to him forever once he had a taste of your delicious soul.

At the thought of it, he could have cum in his boxer instantly. It was hard to believe that there could be a human that would shake the hatred he had for them. One whose lips had been so alluring he couldn’t resist kissing you and running his hands over your body, feeling free and aroused by every curve and every inch of skin he could grip. Had someone told him he’d fall for a mere human just a year ago, he’d probably killed that demon. But now, he was eager to claim all of you.

Slipping further back and on the back of your thighs, he placed his tip to your hole, the sounds of agonizing pleasure you made, nothing short of a sinful melody in his ears as he pressed inside. Clasping his hands over your ass, the heat remaining on them even after the hellfire vanished, was enough to release steam as it came into contact with your flesh. Two more beautiful marks on you of his hands on your ass as he pulled the cheeks apart, allowing him to see more of you with your legs already spread from the restraints.

Wet and ready, you welcomed his cock so well, doing a fantastic job wrapping him up in your warmth and sucking him in like the good little slut you were. Belphie took great pride in not being too lazy to prepare you for this, teasing you with vibrators and his fingers all day long under the tables, at RAD, and with his tongue during naptime. If he licked his lips, he was still able to taste you.

You two truly were one hell of a couple, not scared to dare your luck in public even though he had to convince you with his skills before you gave in to his wishes. But maybe after that night, with his initial burned into your back, you’d stop resisting him and give in to his infatuation with you. Allow him to properly love you by reciprocating his feelings, just like when you let him fuck you.

It was like you were someone else entirely with his cock stuffed between your legs. Even with the tears in your eyes, you never missed a moan in the beat of his pounding. Wet and eager and so ready to receive his load, your body knew better than to resist as he rutted you into heaven before dragging you back to hell with him. There was nothing lazy about fucking with him, sloppy maybe, in terms of places he liked to sully you with his cum. But when Belphie was dedicated to something as intensely as he was to you, he was determined to see it through. And there’d be no rest until you properly came, shaking and clawing at the pillows.

Other than his brothers, he had standards.

And you had not been able to resist them since the first time he forced himself on you with much persuasion.

Where in the beginning he had played with you to gain your trust and help you, he was now a complete mess for you too. Someone who’d do anything to get you all to himself, hogging your every thought just like you did with him. And fuck, as he took you roughly, his hips pumping his cock in and out of you, he did not feel sorry for taking you from his brothers, your life, or your sanity. Belphegor only regretted not doing it much earlier.

Because where you are, there’s heaven. At least for him. Perhaps that’s why that little part of him that knew what he was doing was wrong, wanted to corrupt you so badly. Because when you hit rock bottom, there would only be him waiting for you. Dirty, sinful, Belphegor, ready to pick you up when you wanted to get out of the hell he’d sent you to.

The thought of you crying from relief about seeing him made him shudder.

He unloaded his jizz deep inside of you, joining your symphony of moans with his own before pulling out, rubbing the last spurts out and onto your back. You flinched and complained in sobs as the fluid stung in your fresh wounds, but he didn’t care, picking up the smooth cum and rubbing it over you as if it was the ointment you needed. Now he really was inside you, even your blood and cells.

There wasn’t much further you could fall into his greedy, selfish hands. But it wasn’t enough for him to stop yet. Belphie would never stop, not as long as you were alive. And even beyond that, he didn’t think he could let you go after all you did to change him. For better or for worse, you were stuck with him now. To be sure, though, he inflamed his hand once more with the hellfire spell, bringing it back down to your back. There was still enough space there to write his name over and over just to make it absolutely foolproof to see who you belonged to.

Belphegor, Belphegor, Belphegor.

Belphegor and his beautifully ruined human. Ready to descend to hell together.

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