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candy69gurl · 23 days

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hiii 🤗🤗 im new to your blog, i know you write dark fiction i was wondering if youd be open to some fluff? Like soft sex with sukuna?

Infernal Passion

Heian Era Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

Warnings- 18+, slight non-con, loss of innocence, size kink (Sukuna in true form with 2 dicks, 4 arms and abdomen mouth), mentions of violence (Sukuna eats humans but gentle only with you), use of nicknames, belly buldge, pussy eating, fingering (Sukuna has nails), nipple playing, raw sex (cumming inside), breeding kink, mentions of lactation

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"—Oh, Uraume, bring the new offering to me." Sukuna grumbles, his voice low and menacing. "Tie her up securely and make sure she knows her place. I won't tolerate any resistance from her." He smirks cruelly, savouring the thought of what's to come.

Uraume enters the room, dragging you by the arm, your eyes wide with fear.

Uraume ties you to a wooden post, leaving you bound and vulnerable. Your eyes are filled with tears, and your breathing has turned shallow, each gasp echoing softly in the dimly lit room. The scent of blood and death hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the many who faced the same fate as you.

"Ah, such a delicate little thing." Sukuna's eyes rake over you, taking in every detail of your body. "I can already taste the fear in your blood. It's going to be a delightful meal." He reaches out, gently running a finger down your cheek, his touch cold and calculating. "Such a sweet dessert after a huge feast."

"P-please d-dont eat me.. I-I don't want to die.. I beg of you", you plead, your body already limb under his gaze.

Sukuna's eyes narrow, studying your pleading expression. "Very well, I shall spare you this time." He leans in closer, his breath warming against your skin. "But you have to give me something in return.

"What do you have to offer me?" Sukuna asks, his gaze intense. "You must give me something truly valuable to earn my mercy today." He steps back, crossing his arms, and waits for your response.

You are trembling against his piercing gaze, words stuck in your throat.

"Yes, yes, I can tell you're frightened," Sukuna says mockingly, "but I assure you, I am quite patient. What do you think would please me enough to forget your insignificant life?" He watches you closely, examining your trembling form and the fear etched upon your face. "Perhaps your body could provide some sort of entertainment... Tell me, have you ever served a man before? Or perhaps multiple men?"

Tears stream down your face as you desperately search for words. "N-no." You whisper, feeling the blush rise to your cheeks, "I am... pure, untouched." Your voice wavers, and you bite your lip nervously, hoping that your submission will be enough.

Sukuna's eyes gleam with interest as he studies your reaction. "Pure, are you? That could be intriguing." He takes a step closer, towering over you, his massive form looming over your tiny frame. "But I require more than just words, little one. Show me how much you value your life, and maybe I'll decide if it's worth keeping." He gestures Uraume towards his chamber, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Inside, you will find what I need. Fail me, and I will eat your heart and make you suffer until your last breath."

Uraume approaches you, their expression softening slightly as they untie the bonds restraining you. "Fear not, dear one. Lord Sukuna requires your purity intact." They whisper gently, helping you stand and guiding you towards the chamber, "We shall prepare you for his pleasure."

Within the chamber, a warm bath steams gently, and a pristine robe is laid out on a nearby stool. Uraume helps you undress and step into the water, washing away the dirt and fear clinging to your body. Their gentle hands work over your tense muscles, and their movements are confident and practiced.

As you relax in the warm water, Uraume carefully dries you off and helps you into the robe, adjusting the fabric to fall just right over your slender form. "You are ready now, dear one." Uraume's voice is calm and soothing, and their eyes never leave you. "Remember, you must please Lord Sukuna if you wish to live." They lead you back to the main room, where Sukuna awaits, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Well, well," Sukuna drawls, his gaze raking over your body. "Look at you, all cleaned up and ready for my pleasure." He runs a hand through his hair, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Sukuna motions for you to approach the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as you move cautiously towards him. With a single swift motion, he removes your robe, revealing your innocence and vulnerability to him. "Ah, so tempting."

"You are merely a morsel in comparison to my size and strength, yet your innocence and fragility only add to your allure." Sukuna growls, his massive hands tracing gently down your slender frame. "And here I thought your kind were all tough and unyielding, but you are anything but. You're soft, delicate, and, oh, so delectable." As he speaks, he pulls you closer, your bodies pressing intimately together.

His grip tightens, pulling you even closer, his erection pressing against your belly. "Your innocence is intoxicating, little one." He bends down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. You taste fear and surrender, which only fuels his desire further. His fingers trail down to where your legs meet, hesitating for a moment before pushing on your legs.

Your eyes fail to meet his, a tender blush filling your cheeks.

"Such shyness is adorable." But you'll learn quickly that there is no escape from my desires." His red eyes devouring your innocence.

With that, he sinks to his knees, his tongue flicking out to taste your essence.

The great Ryomen Sukuna on his knees for a mere human like you, you think.

Your thighs shake, his tongue is huge, one slide is enough to cover your whole womanhood. He savours your shock and fear, letting them mingle with the sweet flavour of your arousal. "So good; you taste better than raw blood." He murmurs, licking and sucking at your tender flesh, driving you wild with both pleasure and terror.

You squirm and whimper against his tongue. "Ah, so sensitive." Sukuna growls, his tongue darting out to catch the droplets of your arousal. "You're going to make me lose control, little one."

Sukuna's eyes widen in surprise at your sensitivity, his tongue lapping up the flood of wetness that cascaded onto his face. This is unlike any human he has encountered before. He cannot remember experiencing such sensitivity from others. It makes him thirsty for more, for your submission and pleasure.

Your mewls and whimpers turn him on further. "Such sweet sounds. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Sukuna's voice is thick with lust, and his tongue never ceases its relentless assault on your sensitive core. He thrusts two thick fingers inside you, stretching your tight walls as you squirm beneath him, his nails brushing your walls drawing out moans from you, his cock throbbing in anticipation.

"A-ah, too much, Lord."

Sukuna groans low in his throat, fighting the urge to claim you right then and there. "If you can't handle that, how will you take my full length inside you?" He asks rhetorically, his fingers working in and out of you, stretching your wet heat in preparation.

Slowly, he eases himself free from his robes, his two massive members standing proud and eager. He positions himself at your entrance, taking a moment to let you feel the weight of his manhood pressing against your delicate folds. "Ready to accept what you owe me, little one?" A cruel smirk curves his lips, knowing you have no choice but to submit.

"Are you going to put both of them inside me?" You are terrified at the thought of his two lengths invading you.

"Don't worry, I won't," Sukuna responds, even though he wanted to push both his dicks inside you, the thought of your tender body feeling pain from it made him rebuff his thoughts. He gently guides his upper dick to your entrance.

Your thoughts are a mix of terror and confusion. You never imagined yourself in such a position—being taken by a powerful demon who holds your life in his hands. Yet, as he slowly pushes into you, the unfamiliar sensation overwhelms you. You cannot help but wonder if this is how your end comes, consumed by this beast. But strangely, your body responds to him, arching into his touch, craving more even

You couldn't believe it. A creature of such immense power and cruelty is gentle with you. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, almost tender. It's a stark contrast to the fear and violence that defined your encounter thus far. As he moves within you, you feel a strange mix of emotions—fear, yes, but also a strange sense of safety. It's an odd sensation to be at the mercy of a monster yet feel protected.

As he continues his slow, gentle thrusts, you can't help but wonder,

Was he capable of more than just cruelty and violence? Or was this just another part of his twisted game, designed to confuse and disorient you before claiming you completely?

"Feeling good, little bird?", he coos.

"Y-yes lord."

"Just for you, little bird. I'll be as gentle as silk." Sukuna whispers, his pace slowing down even further. His two hands hold your legs, and the third one strokes his ignored dick, a strange tongue formed from his hand slides against it. His fourth hand slides down to stroke your clit. The sudden burst of pleasure elicits a gasp from you.

"It feels so good, Lord Sukuna."

"Good. Enjoy it while you can." His thumb circles your clit, tongue formed from his hand occasionally lapping at it making your body flinch, taunting you with orgasm and drawing it out until your core is begging for release.

"Please, I am going to release, my lord", you eyes pleading him to let you release.

"I know.." Sukuna's breath hitches,"I've never been so careful with anyone, especially a mere mortal." His voice dripped with arrogance.

His two shafts pulsated, straining for release.

He hisses at your tightness as you squeeze his dick, creaming it white. Your moans echo through the room.

"Ah, so sweet, hmph," he purrs.

Without missing a beat, Sukuna switches the shaft currently inside you with the one he was stroking. He leans down and takes the newly freed member into his abdominal mouth. The sight of his shaft being devoured by his cursed abdomen sends shivers down your spine.

Sukuna seems to notice the direction of your gaze."They both want to be in you, sweetheart. Perhaps not today... I shall claim you with one of my dicks only."

"Love you..," your tone barely audible.

"Love me?" Sukuna's eyes narrow, his brow furrowing. This affection was unexpected, especially from someone he was about to devour a while ago. Yet, there is something intriguing about it. "Love? What do you know of love, little bird?"

He continues to move inside you, his pace increasing ever so slightly. Each thrust is deeper and harder than the last.

"I just know you are never going to hurt me. That's enough for me to love you."

Sukuna laughs cruelly, his hips moving faster now. His laughter echoes in the room, filled with both scorn and amusement. "Oh, how naïve you are. Perhaps I will love you back on one condition."

Your stomach bulges with each thrust, revealing a glimpse of his massive member. It moves in and out of you, leaving behind a trail of pleasure and pain.

With every thrust, your cheeks redden, and your eyes lock onto his.

"Will you be able to bear my child?"

You bite your already swollen lips, thinking your future with the curse king.

"Answer me!" Sukuna roars, slamming into you harder; his need for confirmation is overwhelming.

You swallow hard, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Yes! Yes, Lord Sukuna! I'll bear your child!"

"Good. You deserve my love then." Sukuna kisses your neck, then his tongue slides down your sternum to your breasts, his shaft disappearing entirely before re-emerging from between your legs.

"You'll bear my child, and you'll remember me every time you look at them. You'll remember your lord." Each word carries the weight of ownership, sealing your fate.

His eyes gleam with anticipation, imagining the sight of your breasts swelling with milk. The thought sends a shiver down his spine.

"Imagine it, your nipples engorged, milk from them flowing freely. Yes, that would be lovely." His grip tightens on her hip, his thrusts becoming deeper and more possessive. His mouth sucks on your nipples while one of his hands pinches your nipples, thinking about how they would look, swollen and ready to feed his future kids. With each squeeze and suckle, you whimper, your body writhing beneath him. This is a future you never expected, but somehow, it excites you more than terrifies you.

His thrusts grow longer and slower, each one filled with possession and dominance. His mouth moves from one breast to the next, licking and sucking while his hand plays with the other.

"So close, are we?" His voice was low and seductive, promising pleasure and pain.

"Please, Lord, fill me. Fill me with your seed," you speak out the words you never imagined, you will say.

"So desperate, already? You beg well, sweetheart." Sukuna chuckles, his hips pumping faster. His breathing's ragged, and his gaze fixed on your face. "Are you sure you want this?"

Your lips swollen and red from biting as you let go of your moans while you orgasm again.

He does not wait for an answer, instead driving deep into you and filling you completely. His hot seed spills into your womb, marking you forever. His other dick squirts, landing on your chest and tummy. His eyes darken, and his entire body becomes tense.

"Now, you carry a piece of me. Forever bound to me."

Once spent, he collapses onto her, his breath ragged. His mouth found the curve of her neck, licking gently. "We have a deal, little bird. You bear my children, and I'll protect you. Our bond is sealed now."

"Look at you," Sukuna murmurs, pushing himself off your body. Standing up, he steps back to survey his art.

The mess is undeniable—your chest and belly covered in his seed, your thighs wet with evidence of their coupling.

His finger circles around your nipple, sending shockwaves through your body.

"How messy and used you look right now. Covered head to toe in my filth. I've claimed you and marked my territory for you. No one will dare touch you again. I'll leave you here to rest, my queen. When morning comes, Uraume will take care of you."

"I love you, my queen," he says, kissing your temple, letting you drift into the kingdom of dreams, where you are taking care of lord sukuna's kids.

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s4pphicghost · 19 days

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doing ellies eyeliner ⋆｡˚ ❀

first post !! hope you guys will like it <3 (im sorry for mistakes, english is not my first language) feel free to correct me/give advice!!

!! palestine links !! & !! daily click to help !!

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your girlfriend frowned and crossed her arms at your words. "seriously? me and makeup?” she looked at you doubtfully. "yes!!" you cried out happily, ��i’d really like to see how eyeliner would look on you.. please, ellie”, you looked at her with a soft, sweet look, trying to mentally convince her. the girl rolled her eyes jokingly. you were so excited by the idea, she just couldn’t upset you with refusal.

“okay..”, she sat on the bed, leaning on her hands and watching in a relaxed position as you rummaged through your makeup bag with enthusiasm. “gonna sit on my lap?” ellie grinned playfully. “only if it makes you more comfortable” you glanced at her and sat on her lap. she wrapped her arms around your waist and looked into your eyes. her touch sent pleasant goosebumps across your skin. you placed your hands on her cheeks and she leaned into your hands… you couldn’t help but smile. “close your eyes and don’t open until i tell you to”

ellie obediently closed her eyes. you spent a few seconds admiring your girl: freckles randomly scattered across her face, cute thick eyebrows and that scar... the features that made her stand out. you stared long enough, she realized what was happening, smiling without opening her eyes. noticing her reaction, you got down to business. you carefully traced the tip of your eyeliner along her lash line, trying not to move too fast. such thick and dark eyelashes, they always impressed you and you loved it. silence filled the room. you were so close to her, you could hear and feel her breath on your hands. the moment felt kind of intimate, it made you slightly nervous. your fingertips gently stroke the girl’s cheeks. she seemed very calm and relaxed, unlike you. ellie frowned when your movements became more confident, her eyelids twitched from your touch out of habit. you accidentally moved your hand with the eyeliner in the wrong direction. “fuck..” you whispered through a dissatisfied sigh and stood up from her. "whats wrong?" the absence of you in ellies hands, even for a few moments, upset the girl.

“you’re twitching too much, the line is crooked..” you returned to her lap with a cotton swab in your hands. she raised her head again. "too ticklish." she said sharply, her voice filled with playful annoyance. you carefully wiped away the crooked line of the eyeliner, trying not to press too hard on her thin skin. “be patient a little longer baby”, you kissed her forehead softly and again did your best trying to draw perfect lines. the girl put her hands back on your waist and squeezed a little, pulling you closer. she smirked in satisfaction, without opening her eyes. you melted under her touch, but you tried to keep your hand strong and make confident movements, even if your hands were a little shaky. after a few minutes of suffering, you got more or less accurate triangles. “open your eyes..” you closed your eyeliner and looked at your girlfriend with admiration. she frowned a little “ugh, this thing tightens the skin..”

you smirked contentedly and placed your hands on her shoulders. “you look so cute.. i knew this shape would suit you.” the girl smiles back at you, happy that you are happy with the result. “you’re such a pro”. “you didn’t even see it!”, you exclaimed, quickly got up from her lap and ran for the mirror. "here.." the girl was slightly surprised by her reflection. “wow.. this is really good,” she said, looking at herself from different angles. the eyeliner really did highlight her eye shape well and the forest green color of her eyes seemed to pop out more. “im surprised i even like it". a smile spread across your face and you began peppering your girlfriend’s face with endless amount of soft, small kisses. she laughed softly, feeling the warmth of your lips that made her blush a bit. her arms are wrapped tightly around your waist.

"what's next? you’re gonna dress me in your evening dress?” she asked jokingly through your nonstop kisses. you paused for a couple of seconds and looked at her. the delight on your face made it clear to ellie that she just made a big mistake. her eyes widened with slight embarrassment. "oh fuck no..."

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gavinstrick · 17 days

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Please Care to Read

hey guys, i’m alexa im a 23 yr old mentally/and physically disabled mexican/indigenous american now living in the balkans. as you know I’ve had a gofundme for my spinal operation running for several months now with not a lot of luck. I am suffering from a degenerative spinal cord due to an emergency spinal fusion I received after trying to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge onto a busy freeway. im in and out of wheelchairs/other mobility aids but most of the time I am admitted to full time bed rest. due to not being able to afford my surgery I have had to rely on opiates like tramadol, and palexia as well as arcoxia and morphine (all prescribed) just so im not in excruciating pain but these medications and the visits for my prescriptions refilled are very expensive and my only income in state disability (and u know how bullshit that is)

here’s some of my diagnoses (JUST FOR MY LUMBAR SPINE/PELVIC INJURY)

the more time that goes on, the more opiates I have to use to exist, are only weakening my body even more to the point where arthritis has grown throughout my entire body. it’s painful it sucks ! it sucks even more not being able to eat cus u can’t afford to, not being able to bathe yourself. my life has been spent in constant disability and as someone who is (legally) mentally disabled as well with bipolar 2, early onset schizophrenia, anorexia, autism, adhd, bpd, dpdr, ptsd, developmental disability, and a tonic clinic seizure disorder (seizures caused from stressed), it makes life EXTREMELY DIFFICULT.

We’ve only reached 13% of our goal in MONTHS now in my gofundme but hope still runs strong that me and my husband will get through this and do whatever we can we’re just reaching out for empathy, connection, and a helping hand in our darkest most difficult moment.

My gofundme link is currently not pasting to tumblr so I will attach it to this post but here’s what it looks like:

If you’d prefer not to use gofundme for any reason feel free to dm or my

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Even if you could just spread the word , reblog this post, maybe you know someone who would like to help EVEN THE SMALLEST ACTIONS CAN CHANGE SOMEONES ENTIRE LIFE❤️

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hellsburners · 9 months

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pain and suffering

summary: to which criminals run from the shadows, and the shadows run home to you. pairing: frank castle x male reader x matt murdock word count: 4k warnings: 18+ warning, unprotected s3x, dom!mattfrank, bottom!reader, double pen3tration, blowj0bs, mentions of violence a/n: i got this request like a whole month ago and im sorry to anon it took me a while to think of this

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The night air looms over Hell’s Kitchen. A normal person might hear the honking of cars and the loud chitchat of people in the street, but to a man like Daredevil, he hears everything. He hears Sally from down the street, crying as her husband comes home drunk, or Dominic, stealing another purse to pay for his brother’s medical bills. The city is not just a cluster of sounds for a man like the Devil, it’s a war cry. His city needs help, so he braces for the jump, a leap into the battlefield.

To him, pain and suffering is a saint. The pain of every hit, every jab, and every punch. To Matt Murdock, the pain of getting hit is like lashing for every sin he’s made. He is the fist of God, the guardian angel of the Kitchen, his suffering is the price for the safety of his people. So to him, yes, pain and suffering is the saint that guides him, the adrenaline to jump, to fight, to stand back up and fight again because he knows if he doesn’t, worse men will.

He sits wounded on top of a building, the hanging laundry hiding him from plain sight. He pants, blood gushing from his lower rib. But then he smells it: gunpowder. The sound of clanking metal and rubber boots walking closer to him. He knows that smell, the smell of danger, the smell of bad news, the smell of The Punisher.

“They hit ya’ pretty bad tonight Red,” his rough voice roared across the building. He smells of blood, not his blood, but the blood of at least thirty other men.

“I don’t need your help, Frank,” Matt said, wincing as he tried to stand.

“I doubt that,” he was closer to Matt, he took the rear end of his rifle and pressed it to Matt’s wound, he cried out in pain. “See?”

“I don’t need any help from you.”

“That’s your problem, Red. You’re so self-righteous. You’re out here bleeding yourself to death thinking God sent you here on earth to be his punchin’ bag,'' he puts the rifle down, the metal butt hitting the floor. “You think your God can miraculously heal your wounds? The Devil ain’t no saint.”

“And you’re any better?” Matt spat. “You wear that skull on your chest and you think that gives you the license to be a killer?” he licks his dried-up lips, the wounds weighing on him. “You’re a beast, Frank. A wild creature with no self-control, bloodthirsty, and—and inhumane.”

Frank was right, but Matt’s pride would never take any help from Frank Castle, he’s a murderer, a cold-blooded killer, and men like him have no place roaming the streets of New York. Matt tries to walk away from Frank, he could feel the blood drip into his waist, his head dizzy. Before he could even reach a meter away from Frank he feels the pull of the earth and drops into the cement floor, out cold.

“Dumbass,” Frank spat.

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To Frank Castle, pain and suffering is a weapon.

Pain is the bullet to the head of a wife beater, a pedophile, a human trafficker, and any other demented fuck that helps in spreading crime in his city. He sniffs in the scent, it’s nauseating, the smell of garbage and piss, the smell of dead bodies piled in a heap for the cops to find. The blood pooled on his boots, painting them red. He reloads the gun, pulling on the lever that locks the bullet in the barrel, ready for the trigger.

“Please, man. I have a wife and two kids,” the bald man begged. His shirt was soaked in blood, a bullet grazed his hip. He walks backward achingly, his back hitting the wall. “Fuck, man I swear I don't know anything ‘bout this! ”the man kneels in front of Frank, his hands together like he’s praying.

Pain is the bullet that ends all suffering.

Bang!

The man falls on the concrete, blood dripping out of his skull. Frank wipes the blood splatter on his face with his sleeve. He takes the pistol and slides it into the holster on his thigh. He grabs the man’s sleeve and pulls him into the heap. No loose ends.

Frank takes his rifle and leaves. Taking the rooftops so the cops won’t see him. His body is sore, but it was never a hindrance. He sees a red blur across the building. The Devil himself, running from a bunch of men. Frank notices the Devil walking strangely, a hand on his left to cover a bleeding wound.

He takes the sniper rifle and aims it at the four men searching for the masked vigilante. He reloads the rifle, and one by one the men drop dead. The Devil was clueless as to where the bullets came from. He walks over to the wounded man, lumped over the side of a rooftop wincing in pain.

Frank had always admired the Devil’s determination, always standing back up after a fight, the line he wouldn’t cross, it amused Frank in a way. He liked to toy with it, always putting the red vigilante in positions where his moral code is tested.

You know you’re one bad day away from becoming like me.

Frank once told him, and he guessed it wasn’t true. Despite how hard the world hit him, he never crossed that line. That’s why when the Devil ended up face down on the concrete floor he took his body into his shoulder. Carrying his body to the only place he knew would understand the situation. To the person that knew the creed of pain and suffering.

He stands in front of the wooden door, the door was locked. Not his first instinct to knock, because he knew he would always be let in. He knocked on the door, no answer. He knocked louder, banging on the door, the sounds echoing throughout the hallway.

“Jesus Christ, people will hear you,” you said, answering the door.

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To you, pain and suffering is a curse. The curse that binds people to hospital beds for years, slowly rotting into the sheets as more and more medicine gets pumped into their veins. The curse that brings people into the emergency room, stabbed my knives, with broken knees, amputated fingers, and gunshot wounds through bone and muscle.

You earn money from pain and suffering. Doctor’s fees from people you know can’t even afford it. You always wanted to give them pro-bono, but you weren't loaded like that. That’s why when injured vigilantes were involved, everyone in the New York underground knew your number.

You had known people like Maya Lopez, Misty Knight, Ben Reilly, Ty Johnson, and Tandy Bowen alongside other masked heroes. That’s why when The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen arrived at your door four months ago you didn’t second guess your decision to help him. To you, helping these people would absolve you of being complicit in the suffering of innocent people in the hospital.

“Got your number from Spider-man, hope you don’t mind,” he said, sprawled on your kitchen table covered in blood. His muscular body contracted from the pain as you sewed his wounds shut. You never truly cared about forming connections with your clients, it was more of a get-patched-up-and-leave type of way.

He would often flirt with you whenever he came by, his dimples forming under his mask whenever he smiled or laughed. “Don’t worry Doc’ I’m a big boy,” he said, smiling at you. The smile quickly faded when you dug into his skin to retrieve the bullets on his bicep, a groan leaving his lips. You tried not to think about it, but he's pretty cute.

On one night, a man banged on your door, you rushed to meet a shadow drenched in blood as if it was raining blood from the sky, a white skull on his chest. His hoarse voice groaned as you took him into your kitchen. Multiple bullet wounds, and gashes on his chest, in your personal opinion a person with that many injuries would've ended up on the morgue.

“Did you fall into a meat grinder? What the hell,” you said. You tried your best to patch him up but he needed some blood transfusions.

“Check the bag,” he groaned. Inside were bags of blood from the hospital, all type O, what the fuck.

He stayed in your house for two nights, you checked his vitals every hour to make sure he was still alive. This hasn’t happened before, you’ve never had a client that was on the brink of death. It was always some minor injury, but this man managed to wake up and stand after two days to leave.

You found a bundle of one hundred dollar bills in your mailbox the next day.

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“Bring him to the couch,” you said. You took Matt’s body as Frank carried his legs, you took his limp body into the sofa, a deep wound on the torso, an easy fix for you at this point. It has been months since you first met the two men in your apartment. You’ve spent multiple nights helping them, in your apartment, or Matt’s, or Frank’s bunker. You were technically associated with them to the point that you know their real names.

“The emergency kit is on the kitchen counter.”

“Got it Doc,” Frank saluted, removing his trench coat and his bulletproof vest, his muscular form bulging through his black shirt. They reeked of blood, you could taste the iron on your tongue.

Matt’s eyes fluttered, his head turning to the sound of your voice. “Hey,” he said, groaning through the pain. You cut his undershirt open, the wound gushing out blood. You took some gauze to soak the viscous liquid, making sure the clotting starts.

“Sit your ass down, Red,” Frank ordered. You managed to sew the wound shut, you gave Matt some pain relievers as his eyes fell back into sleep. You let him rest for a bit, covering him in a fleece blanket. You walked towards Frank, a few cuts on his arms, he was already in the middle of sewing some of them before you helped. “Don’t worry about me, it’s nothin’”

“Make sure you don’t die in my kitchen this time,” you said, walking to the kitchen sink to rinse your bloodied hands. You opened your refrigerator to grab a drink. “Want a beer?”

“Sure,” Frank nods.

You took a cold beer from your fridge, the metal caps clanking on the floor. You handed him the bottle, he took a big swig like he was thirsty for water, some liquid falling from the corner of his lips. He sat on a wooden chair, legs spread, the hem of his shirt raising a bit to show a peak of his abdomen.

Matt soon woke up. Much to your disagreement, taking a beer of his own. He took a seat in your dining area, topless with bandages around his torso. The three of you are looking at each other around the table. “So–what happened tonight?” you asked.

Matt’s frown was deadset. Frank taking gulps of his second bottle of beer. You were taking sips of your bottle, looking at the heated tension between the two. It was annoyingly anxiety-inducing. “You know, I don’t know what’s the point of talking to you two—I’m a physician, not a therapist.”

“You need to stay away from him,” Matt said, his lips a straight line. “He’s a dangerous person with nothing good going on for his pathetic life.”

“Boohoo! Little catholic boy here feels entitled about being god’s little bitch,” Frank spat. “Is that what you think bitch boy?”

“See? He’s an immature old fuck that thinks the world’s answer to violence is guns and bullets,” Matt said, downing his beer.

“He’s just using his lawyer bullshit on you,” Frank said.

You rolled your eyes, it’s always like this, them bickering. You downed the beer, the bitter taste running through your tongue. You set it down with a loud clunk. The two men halted their bickering.

“I’m not taking sides but I think both of you are annoying cry babies that should just kiss and make out!” the two men frowned their brows. “You bicker like an old couple—the two of you need to suck it up because, at the end of the day, the two of you leave a trail of blood in this city that I clean!” you shouted.“You know how many people end up in the emergency room thanks to you two, I don’t even keep count of them anymore.”

Matt called for your name, to apologize or something, but you took another bottle of beer and gulped on the bubbly drink. Instead of talking you took his lips to yours, the bitter taste of his mouth shared with yours. His hands come to your neck, fingers wrapping around the flesh as his tongue meets yours. You smell his clean shampoo mixing with the alcohol, he smelled like a man who took hygiene seriously.

You pull back to walk towards Frank, bending down to kiss him, pressing on his shoulder with your hands to guide you. The bitter taste of both of your mouths intoxicates you. He grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling you in more. He smelled of cheap soap and gunpowder. You pulled away to catch them frozen, feet glued to the floor, aghast.

“See,” you rubbed your hands. “Not hard at all.”

Frank was biting his lip chuckling, his fingers massaging his lip. He pulled you to his lap, kissing you harder, his hands falling to your ass. Your hands run through his dark hair, his stubble pricking your face. You moaned from the contact, Matt’s enhanced senses making the sound echo in his head. He hesitated but his groin turned to the noises you made. Frank’s lips fall to your neck, nibbling on the skin eliciting more lewd noises from you.

“See this red?” he said. “This little slut likes it.”

“Play with his ear, he likes it,” Matt ordered. Frank hadn’t known that.

“He also likes it when I do this,” he pinches your nipples, and you shudder from the slight pain. The two men didn’t know that you had experiences of having sex with them on different occasions. “So you’re a little whore huh, you do this to all of your clients?”

“No—,” you gasped. “Just you two.”

Matt chuckled. Frank had set you on his lap so that you were facing Matt, his hands playing with both of your nipples as he left purple hickeys all over your neck. Matt had knelt in front of you palming your growing erection. The ache in your groin grows from the lack of release. Tonight these men offer you more pain and suffering but in ways that elicit nothing but pleasure.

He takes your trousers off leaving you with nothing but your shirt, finally something to ease the pain. Matt stood to open his pants, his thick cock standing tall, the hairs neatly trimmed. “Take his dick inside your mouth,” Frank whispered, while he stretched your legs open so his fingers could tease your hole. He took his fingers to your mouth making it wet.

Matt’s hands ran through your hair, his tip teasing your swollen lips. As you took his length into your mouth, Frank's finger entered your hole curling inside drawing out muffled sounds from your mouth. You were quickly bent over by Frank, his head in between your ass cheeks licking and fingering your hole, while your head was bobbing up and down on Matt’s cock.

Frank smacked your ass so hard it left a red print as he continued to toy with your rear. Matt groaned as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Frank pulled you back with your hair, popping Matt’s cock out with a string of saliva. It was painful the way they carried you, but in some sick twist of events, it turned you on even more.

“My turn,” Frank said, as he takes your mouth to his sex, you engulf his thick uncut cock, your nose hitting his unkempt hair taking in his scent. Matt bent down to toy with your hole, curling and stretching two fingers inside you stimulating your prostate. You were turning your lips as you sucked on Frank’s cock, a hoarse groan leaving his mouth as he grabbed onto your hair tightly.

Matt stroked your cock as he moaned, eating you out with his wet tongue and playing with the rim of your hole. Frank took control of your mouth, fucking into it like you’re his sex toy, his cocking hitting the roof of your mouth at a constant speed. Frank could feel his climax coming so he pulls out leaving you a wet mess next to Matt.

“Can I fuck you?” Matt asked. You nod, taking them into your bedroom.

Frank undressed and took a seat on the small sofa chair in the corner of the room, stroking his hard cock. You were on all fours on the bed, facing Frank. His eyes glued to you as he stroked. Matt lubes your hole before slowly pressing his cock into your hole. You gasped as he sheathed into you. Frank smirked, this turned him on even more, his large arms contracting as he stroked his cock.

Matt started to fuck you slowly, his hips slapping your ass. He started to let out guttural moans, his hips becoming rigid as he gripped onto your waist, his nails digging into your skin. He bends down to kiss your neck, rutting into you, his hard thrusts ramming into you. “I’m close,” he moaned. He jerks your cock to the point that you yelp out, cum shooting out of your cock as he continues to jerk his hips before he emptied inside you, a deep groan leaving his lips as his cum fills you. You two collapsed on the bed, his body weight on top of you.

“Move over Red,” Frank said, looming over you as Matt moves over before Frank mounts you. Matt’s cum formed a slippery lube that made Frank’s cock ease its way as it thrusts. Your body was still weak from your high. He grabs onto your hair as he ruts into you, continuing his hard pace against your body. “You like that?” he said, stroking your sore cock back to hardness.

“Ye–yes, fuck,” you moaned.

Matt was at the edge of the bed, soothing your hair as he peppered kisses all over your face. The bed creaked as Frank humped you, veins popping across his arms as his grip on you tightened, you’re sure it would leave marks. He pulled out, leaving you to gasp from the sudden lack of fullness. He sits back on the headboard of your bed, legs sprawled as he gestures for you to ride him. You mount yourself on his hardness, sitting on his thick and hairy thighs. Matt sits on the edge of the bed, his erection coming back from the sight of you two.

“Take it like a good boy,” Frank praises. You hold onto his chest as you feel the hardness enter you, some of Matt’s cum leaking out. You take Frank’s lips, you now realize how abrasive his stubble was. You move your hips around and around, Frank lets out curses here and there. He pulls your head back, littering your neck with more marks, his fingers find your nipples, teasing them to draw out more moans from you.

Franks sees Matt on the side, his hard already leaking precum just from watching you take Frank’s cock. He calls for Matt to come to you two, to join back in. You feel Matt’s fingertips on your skin, your body is now so filled with stimulation, his mere touch driving you wild. You feel his erection on your back, his lips attached to your shoulders. He takes his leaking cock and presses into your hole, the size alongside Frank’s was a tight fit, your breathing quickens from all the pressure. The two men made sure to guide you and praise you as you take both of their lengths.

You cry out from the sensation. Frank takes your lips to stifle your cries, tears fall from your eyes as your tongues touch, and Matt inches to join your kiss. The three of you kiss into the pain, The two men slowly moving inside you. The pressure was so intense but the arousal overcame, your sex was so hard, leaking so much into Frank’s abdomen. They start to thrust, Matt could feel his sensitive frenulum rub on Frank’s, it made his eyes roll back, his senses overflowing.

All of you reeked of sex, the sounds of slapping skin and wet tongues fighting for dominance against the grunts and moans. The constant rocking was making the bed hit the wall, the mattress moved as if there were an earthquake. You were all covered in sweat, hair sticking onto skin, Hands gripping the wooden headboard, fingertips roaming skin, and tongues lashing on each other.

Everything felt like a blur to you, you were being rocked back and forth like a playground swing, your core sore from the fucking, and there were pairs of hands all over you touching your most sensitive spots. You could feel the climax, creeping into your body tingling your coccyx to the highest peak of your spine. You felt their erratic thrusts, Frank was a groaning mess under you, his neck all red and his face flushed. Matt was a noisy mess on your ear, cursing and calling your name like a prayer, his arm wrapped around your waist as he fucked.

You were at your peak, arousal overflowed from your body into theirs. Their cum filling into you. You all yelped out in pleasure as you rode your highs. Frank dug his hands into your thighs as Matt hid his forehead on your shoulder, rutting their fill into you. The next few minutes came to you in flashing lights, like fireworks spraying colored lights all over the room.

You woke up the next day to two heavy bodies at your sides. Matt’s arms around your waist with your head resting on Frank’s chest. All of you reeked of sweat and cum. As you turned you saw Matt’s eyes flutter, his long lashes flicking as his golden eyes beamed under the sunlight.

“Sorry about last night,” he whispered.

“Why? I had fun,” you said, peppering kisses all over his cheeks.

“You sure?” he said, as he rubbed his thumbs on your cheeks.

“Pretty sore but nothing a pain reliever won’t fix,” you said.

“I guess you’re right, making out fixes everything,” Frank said, his voice deeper. He joins you and Matt, pressing kisses all over your shoulders. Matt takes this as a sign to kiss you all over your neck, their hands snaking all over your body. “What’s good for breakfast around here?” Frank said in between kisses.

“There’s a good diner across the street,” Matt said, leaving soothing kisses on the marks they left on your neck. Your body was so sore and painful, but these men made sure to make it up to you. You woke up last night to them cleaning you up, Matt wiping you with a damp cloth and Frank rummaging through your closet to grab something for you to wear. Despite their rough lifestyles, they made sure you were taken care of. Maybe a little less pain and suffering next time though.

“But first,” you said, pulling away from them.” Shower.”

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touyazbbygirl · 7 days

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A whisper in the wind.

God I have my father's eyes.

Dabi (touya) x Reader part 2

Angst no comfort. A/N: how I think the last conversation he would have with his partner before confronting everyone not proof read at all either. I was crying through this. He always hurts my feeling when I think about him. He deserved so much better I <3 him

**WILL HAVE SPOILERS READ AT YOUR DIGRESSION.**

Eyes widened seeing Dabi, your boyfriend on the tv. Hearing his voice echo in the room hearing him telling the whole nation who he was. Finding out in real time as everyone else. What a secret he kept.

Hearing his combat boots thunk against the concrete as he stepped inside. You head whipped to the door. Standing up as your fingers danced across the controller to shut off the tv. Coming up to him he looked down at you, his hair different, his scaring spreading more.

You knew what he was doing to himself. You knew how this was going to end. Tears pricked the back of your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Fingers digging into the leather of his jacket, the warmth of his body filled yours.

"you kept this.. from me.. why?" You peered up at him with a teary expression tilting your head in curiosity. Dabi sighed softly before pulling you closer to his chest, resting his chin upon you head, "I just wanted to keep you safe, keep you away from my past. I didn't want you to think of me differently or try to save me from the past or try to get me to make up with them"

Hearing his reasoning didn't make it any better, just confirming what his plans were. Taking in a shaky breath as you nod, biting your lip as closed your eyes to keep the tears at bay. "I.. I get that Dabi. I do, but.. I don't want you to die" the words fell from your lips, faster than you could catch them. The air hung heavily on his shoulders.

His hand came to cup your cheek as he took a deep inhale, feeling you lean into his touch, his expression mirrored your own. "I know." He spoke gently. "I just want him to see me. I want him to watch me. The look on his face, to see him fall apart-" he was cut off by a sob feeling your shoulders shake "you're falling apart. look at you, you're falling apart right in front of me and there's nothing I can do! don't.. don't you dare Touya" You used his given name, something in him broke.

Red built along his lash line as you reached up to cup his cheek. “Dont you see youre hurting yourself? You dont hate them, I dont think thats the case at all Touya. I really dont. I think youre hurting because you were promised so much. You were promised to be a hero and you got casted aside because of your baby brother.” Touya couldnt help but to think back on his past. How his father got mad at him begging him to stop using his fire as his body couldnt keep up with the usage of it. It was burning him alive. He knew that. “I dont.. Want to watch you just die on me. Please.. I cant fix your past. It will never change your past, I know that. I love you, Im watching you, Im seeing you, my eyes are always on you Touya.” You whispered softly.

Touya felt his breath hitch as he pulled you into his chest once more, feeling his frame shake in your arms. Why did it take this long for him to have been seen? If it was this easy, why did it take so long? “I cant.. heal you. I cant take away your pain or suffering. I dont want it to be too late and I never get to hear your voice call my name again, or feel your warmth wrapped aroun me when I need you the most. When Im scared and youre trying to keep me calm and collected. When Ive had a nightmare and you whisper how Im safe and loved. I cant do this without you Touya. I love you as you are, not who you were.” Your own voice was filled with emotions, watery and wavering.

“I know I know I love you. So much. Always remember that. Never forget it.” His voice light as a feather a whisper in the wind.

Sometime after this conversation you sat in the same spot on the couch, watching as everything began to fold. Hearing the pain in his voice as he confronted his baby brother; Shoto. They were watching. We were all watching. Panic raising in your chest as you watched, there he was, everyone was watching him. All eyes on him, His family eyes were on him. His body giving out on him as each minute passed. Knees buckling under you seeing him on the ground, burnt, having lost an arm. Sobs wreaked your body, gripping, clutching onto his jacket that he left to you. You should've known then that was the last time you would see him.

And all you had left was a whisper in the wind. A faint sound of your name, carrying his voice to you one last time.

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Another a.n: Im sobbing, I'm sorry for hurting your feeling.

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simonrillleyyysss · 13 days

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Hi!! Idk if you inbox is open right now, but if they are I am begging on my hands and knees for something involving soft sex with soap and an s/o who’s having period cramps.

I firmly believe that even though he’s usually a bit more rougher with you, he’d literally be the sweetest, constantly asking if your alright and praising you for taking it so well, ignoring the mess that you both were creating; your arousal and blood staining the mattress below. Also think his aftercare would def be the best, cleaning up the sheets, giving you a bath and providing you with water and anything else you need before falling asleep together (I need him so badly ugh- 😩😩😩)

love this anon thank u :3

soap is so tired and guilty listening to your complaints throughout the week, ur tummy hurts, ur boobs hurt..your head hurts, you’re just hurt overall! goddamn eve, why did she have to eat that apple? now his poor doll has to suffer the consequences of her actions.. sigh, he hates listening to you be sore and achey >:((

not to fret, he’s quick to suggest ideas—read up on articles lately while you two were cuddling and sappy, he was meant to be finishing work while you watched your show, head on his shoulder..but he had time to write up reports later, hm?

‘lookie..’

he quickly manuovered your hand onto his chest, lifting your free-ones pointer finger and dragging it along the screen, reading it aloud for you.

‘hai tae’ ease period cramps ae’home. google says..

blah blah…

apply heat tae yer abdomen..

engage in gentle exercise. ...

reach orgasm! see, sohen’ i could do tae help.’

you’re so quick to try and steer him away, trying to convince him it’s unsanitary.. but soon enough you’re convinced, letting him carry you upstairs, tug off your panties and let you get yourself ready, prepped and spread for him on the bed.

unsanitary? more like unholy to him, the way he doesn’t even bother to look at the blood while quickly prepping you with his fingers, making sure you aren’t wincing or in pain(you certainly aren’t.) and gently kisses your tummy while you gasp out and hum, tugging at his hawk.

‘oh—oh, wow. johnny, christ it feels even better than normal.’

‘aye? more?’

‘nhmhhhhmmmm.’

‘mon nai, use yer’ biggirl words.’

‘please.’

as soon as you’re assuring him you’re ready, he’s wiping the blood off of his fingers and stroking his veiny shaft, droplets of precum dripping from his intimidating head, pink and achey, slowly sliding himself into your ready cunny; your brows knitting together. sits for a bit,before placing his hands above your head and gently thrusting into you.

listens to your weak and embarassing cries, moaning and mewling into the thick air, scent of sex and blood twirling around the room, doesn’t take you long to cum, feeling him kiss and knead at your doughy, sore breasts and his cock brushing against your hot walls has you unraveling, back arching, unaware that your expensive sheets were covered in your pleasure and pain.

‘as’it lassie..takin’ me all, tell me if yer’ sore,.’

you’re shaking your head, trying to desperately keep his cock buried inside your hole, the scot above you growling in pleasure as he came inside of you, slowly pulling himself out to look at his masterpiece, thick droplets of white cum now mixing into a pale pink colour, your chest rising and falling with heavy pants.

let’s you do his face mask after your shared bath, massages you and gets you a hot water bottle for your abdomen, makes you watch a cheesy film..

‘if yer’ still sore intha’ mornin’, im’ offering tae help.’

‘it’s fine, johnny..’

‘jest’ use mae’ mouth next time.’

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neuvisex · 9 months

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Hiyaaa, i have a request but it may be triggering so if you dont feel comfy writing it, please let me know and i'll completely understand <3

If possible, may i requests scaramouche x reader who's um..like..struggling? with uhm..suicidal..like..this is hard to say but like. struggling with self harm..??? uhm. like cvtt1ng on their arms and thighs and they have alot of scars from it too and he finds out? fluffy ending..?? sorry..

im going through alot so uhm. yeah. but once again-! totally okay if you dont feel comfy writing it-!! i dont want you to feel like im guilt tripping you or anything too!! its all your decision <3

But anyways, Lots of love!! 🐈‍⬛💜 have an amazing day/night!!

♣︎ Immortality ♣︎

You find yourself facing a dead end, and the one to help you out is none less than the last person you expected.

TWs: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, mild gore, unhealthy behaviors

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, gn!reader

Summary: Scaramouche finds out reader is struggling with their own self.

A/N: I too struggle with SH, so this was kind of self-indulgent... I don't know if it's fluffy enough by the ending but, well, at least it's not tragic either...

Blood. Your house is filled with a hideous, stale odor that spreads through the walls and shakes the core of the structure. As soon as Scaramouche senses it, his heart begins to race in anguish. No, no, please, not blood. He runs across the room with his legs wobbly, your name leaving his mouth in stuttering words.

— Y/N? Y/N, where the fuck are you?!

When he gets to the bathroom door, his body freezes. Scaramouche falls to his knees in front of your haggard body leaning on the bathtub, his hands trembling in a loss of what to do. For the first time in a long while, he feels genuine fear. Your arms are dyed a terrifyingly familiar dark red, a discarded blade in the puddle that spreads, smearing the floor. The two of you stare at each other for what seems like ages, his desperate eyes meeting your downcast ones.

— Please stay with me. Come on, stay with me.

You open your dry lips to say that everything is fine. That this is just a habit, something you do to ease the pain inside.

— What…?

Scaramouche is useless. How had he not noticed before? Your clothes always long, covering your arms and legs. Your distant, sometimes even evasive, behavior. Your fake smiles, while your eyes were filled with suffering. He should have guessed earlier. Before you had done it again.

— Y/N, I… calm down, I’ll help you… I’ll help you…

The boy's voice cracks as tears roll down his cheeks. He rips off a piece of his own robes and uses it to stop the liquid seeping through your skin, pressing firmly against it. When you ask why he's doing this for you, Scaramouche falls silent. Indeed, why? Why is he, who had renounced human emotions a long time ago, lying at your feet, begging you not to leave him?

— …please don't do that anymore. Please. — he repeats like a prayer.

Night falls quickly. You lie on your bed with your arms bandaged as the blue-haired puppet watches you intently, his features puffy and reddened.

— Are you angry? — You ask shyly.

Scaramouche looks like he can't believe what he's hearing. Now that both of you are more stable, he lets out an emotionless laugh.

— I'm not…I'm just wondering…why? Why mistreat your own body? Why didn't you ever tell me? Why did you…

Your hands find his in an act of consolation. He seems reluctant at first, but eventually relents and relaxes under your touch.

— Listen, I… I'm not exactly the best person to talk about self-love, but you, I mean… yeah, life sucks most of the time, I won't deny it, but you're a valuable person. And if you don't see it yet, one day you might. While you are in this process… count on me. Take it out on me, lean on me, cry with me. Just don't do that to yourself anymore, okay?

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strangelockd · 1 year

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semi-public sex with Stephen Strange, please?

Sufferable Intoxication

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: You’ve been teasing Stephen for days and now he’s come to collect his payment 😉

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - Praise kink, panty stealing, vaginal sex, dirty talk, public sex, its just plain filth

•Im back after a slight break!!! This was inspired by The Darkness. I hope you enjoy it. This is also slightly proofread and Ill fix errors if I see them later•

Stephen couldn’t help but trace his calloused hands over you, the familiar sensation left goosebumps on your touch starved skin as your lips connected once more. Stripping your panties off with swift precision it left your bottom half exposed as he tucked the thin delicate cotton into the breast pocket of his robes. The cold breeze of the library drifted across your soaked core making your legs twitch in response. Your scent lingering heavily on his fingers, Stephen closed his eyes taking a deep inhale. Your arousal shot straight to his cock making him shiver, Stephen couldn’t help but groan deeply.

Its been days since Stephens been able to have his greedy hands on you and it was a lot of time to make up for. Stephen was no fool. He knew the power that his touch had on you. For his surgeon days sometimes drifted him back to just how powerful his touch really was. How his eyes would bring a woman instantly to her knees. You were a prodigy and he knew your power and respected it highly. It was one of the many things that attracted him to you. But heaven be damned, he wanted to feel you in his eager hands now.

“Baby, you’re so responsive to my touch,” he smiled leaning in to kiss you. Only to see you pulling away biting your lip winking at him playfully, “I guess that’s why the gods gave you magic hands, Doctor,” pressing to his chest you pulled him in slealing a deep kiss.

Releasing a growl Stephen picked you up like you weighed nothing as he placed you on the ebony table against a secluded shelf. Smiling between breathy kisses he spread your legs wider, pressing himself onto you. Stephen always loved your response to his cock and couldn’t help but smile as his blue eyes glistened with pride.

“Your beautiful,” he whispers lovingly as you bend to his touch.

His bearded lips trailing down your neckline leaving shaded blossoms in there wake as his nimble fingers got to work your robes. Shedding the fabric to finally unveil your bare body on display for him. Stephen Strange has seen many wonders in the world including Everest, but your body and soul have always been the greatest wonder since he first set eyes you. For he couldn’t stop himself from gazing lovingly, “your perfect,” were only words his genius brain could comprehend. For it was the pure unbridled truth.

Pulling away he noticed your nipples harden as he unfastened his belts chuckling.

“My girls so eager for me”, peeling away the many layers of his indigo shaded robes he smiled. Exposing just enough of his bare form Stephen smiled as he caught your gaze on his thick cock now exposed.

You groaned staring at him, “always” cooing softly, “now come here”. You wanted him bad, and seeing his bare form only made the craving worse.

Stephen growled taking a stride froward he broke the space between you both. A bead of pre cum was already leaking from his aching member you felt his large slender hands working there magic on your breasts as you pressed closer to him once more. Feeling the throbbing thickness of his stiffening vigor made you release a involuntary whimper as he felt your legs lock around his waist.

“Where do you want me to touch you sweetheart?” He spoke between kisses as you thread your fingers through his grey temples murmuring,“I don’t know and I don’t fucking care. I just want your cock in me. P-lease!”

Stephen paused, his eyes burned into yours with authority as his fingers firmly locked your chin meeting his unwavering gaze.

“Please what y/n?” His voice carried a commanding tone as the world seemed to stop, his crystal blue eyes couldn’t help but make you groan. The tone shot to your sacral chakra as you felt the heat spread under your skin while he waited for your answer and that’s when you cracked and folded like a house of cards.

“Please have me fall apart under you Sir, for I miss your cock so much,” whispering to match his tone. There you go again SIR…the nickname always sent a shiver of delight down his spine.

Pulling your chin he kissed you deeply, your tongues moved in sync as his hands moved slowly making there way to your needy heat. “good girl,” he purred.

Pulling back further seeing your pupils blown wide he lost self control,“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re obedient,” he growled leaning in to kiss you once more. I will reward her for that later, “besides,” leaning in Stephen pulled you closer. His lips a breath away as his fingers made gentle circles around your clit making you groan with pleasure.

"I want to watch you come undone around my cock”

His eyes casted to your face flushing a crimson red making him in turn smile. Your souls were so evenly matched that overtime you became a drug. Sassiness and all he really did love this game between the both of you. But he now wanted more then just flings with you. He wanted you to mark you as his.

The perfectly pitched moans from you shot straight to Stephens throbbing aching cock as it sung through the sanctum library, his long slender digits clamped over your kissed swollen lips muffling the pleasurable whines and whimpers. A plea for more.

Stephen gave a cocky smirk as his gaze pierced yours,“Be quiet baby or someone will find us,” he moaned in your ear. You drove him crazy, but he never expected your beauty and intelligence to be his downfall. In all his years Stephen never once met another person who was more insufferable then himself. But hell if you didn’t feel like heaven between his hands let alone wrapped around his cock.

Through muffled pants you shook out of his grip, lips wrapped around his thumb only to sensually pull out echoing a lewd pop, “then make me Stephen Strange,” a smirk cascading across your flushed lips.

Stephen knew you felt the same about him, but were always to proud to admit it. But he knew better, for he was no fool. All those days of you gawking at him during his shirtless training sessions. Or how his fingers would linger a bit on you as he would “help you” with your sling ring gestures. He couldn’t help but feel this spark that fanned into a flame.

Leaning into the shell of your ear his other hand entered your wet center whispering, “be a good girl a scoot forward to the table then”. Nodding you quickly brought yourself closer as Stephen rubbed his length up and down your wet folds. He couldn’t help but groan as he slid inside of you. He wasted no time reaching all the way to the hilt as he bottomed you out in a steady rhythm. The table began to shake as you wrapped your legs around his hips locking Stephen in place.

“Fuck,” he growled, “you feel amazing. So tight around me,” he bit you’re your neck and you couldn’t help but muffle your moans by biting his shoulder in return. The salty texture of his skin made your pussy clench as you rocked together in unison.

The sound of your shared moans were muffled as your lips sealed once more. You tasted like heaven, his tongue slid with yours as a muffled moan escaped your parted lips he picked up the pace. His thrust becoming more prominent as he felt your pussy clench tighter around his cock.

“You take me so well y/n. So so well,” his praises chanted in your hear making you groan into his ear.

“You feel amazing Stephen please don’t stop,” you begged as you felt his cock twitch inside of you. He was close.

Your plea was enough to tip him over the edge as he jept up his relentless pace. Feeling the familiar sensation your skin began to prickle as your nipple hardened.

“That’s right baby, come for me”

Before you knew it, the cord snapped and you both came undone. Coming down from the high Stephen smiled, “That’s my good girl. Your so beautiful when you come”

Sweat glistened off his shoulders as he brushed your sweat sticked hair behind an ear. Feeling the absence of him made you wince as he kissed your forehead manifesting a warm towel. Reaching forward for the rag Stephen decline shaking a finger.

“No, no. Let me take care of you”

Words escaped you as he gently tended to your scared places. The warm water feeling good on your tender flesh.

“That’s my good girl,” he cooed as he helped placed your robes back on. Looking into his eyes you grabbed his wrist pulling him in for a soft kiss.

“Thank you Stephen. That was…fun.”

He chuckled adjusting his robes, “fun was an understatement. But next time, lets opt for my room next time. I hate having to keep our voice’s down”

Giggling he pulled you in for a deeper kiss, his tongue dancing with yours that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“You got it. So…same time tomorrow Doctor?”

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Power Hungry (m)

Pairing: Ceo!Mingyu x Ceo!Gf (Honey)x Bby!Gf(Baby)

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.2k

tags: 3rd POV, threesome, Polyamory, voyeurism, cunnilingus, heavy wlw content, breast play, brief mention of hickeys, pussy slapping, spanking, unprotected sex, cream pies, dirty talking, mommy kink, squirting, degradation, choking

author note: after about a week of suffering, all i thought about is what kind of things i’d do with my imaginary gf because girls are so pretty and hot and what i’d do if i had one are endless. ngl, i forgot this was a mingyu fic like half way through just because im like GIRLS. I’ll be back on my chan agenda soon enough. He’s never left besties, he has me on a chokehold. my moots and carat friends keep it that way. also I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT FOR THE TOUR. i have yet to go until now and finally I HAVE PEOPLE TO GO WITH??? my antisocial ass is having an identity crisis.

Baby knew herself to be very charismatic and she’s used that knowledge to her advantage. How she loves attention and loves being spoiled. With every little thing she asks for, someone would deliver it on a silver platter. All she needs to be is pretty. What more reason is there to not give her what she wanted?

“Mmh, more, please…”

Mingyu pants heavily in her ear. His cock slides from underneath her effortlessly. His veiny hands firmly grasp her thighs, the pads of his fingers denting her soft flesh as he bounces her frame over his full length. He speeds faster with his hips, fucking her with more gumption, her walls pulsing around him. Her pretty voice, like music, echoed in the cavernous bedroom. God, did he love her voice.

“Shh, keep it down in here.”

Honey could barely hold it together in the guest room next door. She had no choice but to barge in with her voice on mute in an attempt to silence the two-thirds of the couple announcing their pleasure to the entire world.

“S-sorry, c-can’t help m-myself. Mingyu, s-so good.” Baby squeaks.

Mingyu side-grins in Honey’s direction, planting kisses along Baby’s neck as thanks. Her soft whines were dampened as she bites down on her lower lip, watching Honey frantically take one of those dreaded business calls. Honey simply rolls her eyes at the cocky man before returning her attention to the person on the other line.

“Yes, we can meet Friday. We’ll discuss what’s appropriate for the project.” Honey’s eyes linger on the glistening beauty that was Baby’s flooded cunt, mentally counting every time it swallows Mingyu whole, his fat cock nudging a small bulge from her stomach.

She could’ve shut the door and gone back to take her call in the other room, but the opportunity seemed to fleet away along with her focus. Honey’s eyes flutter towards Baby’s gaze, who is enveloped in the euphoria of her capacity being filled. Her nails spread her cunt wide achingly, offering Mingyu more room to pump inside her, the back of her head resting over his shoulder.

“We’re not settling for any less than what’s in our agreement—”

“Mmh, baby, your pussy is so tight and wet for me,” Mingyu whispers just loud enough for his other girlfriend to hear, but soft enough for the person on the other line to barely comprehend the voice in the background.

The arousal pools in Honey’s panties, a wet spot staining the thin silk fabric. She glared back at Mingyu who was losing himself in the moment. His own grunts drowned out his thoughts, not that there was much going on in there to begin with.

“Uh, is this a bad time?” The electronic voice pursues.

“No, continue.” She places a seat on the dresser, crosses a leg over another, and clenches her arousal. Taking a deep breath in and out, she tries to not lose her mind from the live-action porn in front of her.

Baby stares back at her longingly, missing her bossy girlfriend's gaze every waking second. Although Mingyu was doing his job, quite well might she add, Baby was greedy. She needed Honey’s attention as much as Mingyu’s and she was hell-bent on having it. Baby’s lips purse in her girlfriend’s direction, shaping her lips to her pristine girlfriend’s favorite word, over and over until she’d crack.

“M-mommy…mommy…mommy…”

Honey lets out a huff of frustration.

“You know what, Choi, I think there's something that really needs my attention right now. Be prepared for my call in the next 24 hours.” Honey readily hangs up the phone and sets it aside before approaching the distracting pair.

One red-bottomed foot over the other, she meets Baby’s eyes, places a singular manicured nail over her girlfriend's clit, and presses on it like a button before tugging against her premoistened surface. Baby whines, now unable to hold back her moans as Honey stares deeply back at her.

“Do you think Mommy’s okay with Baby being a loud little slut while she’s on call?”

“‘M, sorry, mommy,” Her eyes bat in anticipation.

Mingyu scoffs, coming to the whiney girlfriend’s defense. “Come on Hon, Baby girl can’t help herself. She’s just a little mess.”

“Maybe you’re right, Gyu. She’s just a messy little slut. Does his cock feel that good you can’t shut up for two seconds?” The tip of her fingers slap against Baby’s cunt, Mingyu feeling his girlfriend flinch on top of him.

Honey places her free hand on the back of Baby’s head, tugging at her scalp, emitting a whine from her pretty red lips. “Y-yes, but I wanted mommy’s attention t-too.”

“Fuck, honey, do you hear that?” Mingyu exclaims, stroking her hair that was pointing in all directions, “isn’t she just the prettiest little thing?”

A corner of Honey’s lips perks up, “The prettiest. Does Baby girl want Mommy to make her feel good too?”

The sweet girl nods, unable to form comprehensive language for the other one to hear.

“I’m gonna need to hear that out loud, Baby.” Honey strikes another slap to the girl's wet cunt.

“Yes! Yes mommy, please. I want you, please.”

Honey elicits a hungry moan, unbuttoning her blouse to display her expensively clad breasts. In her heels, she bends down in a squat, her pencil skirt riding up around her waist, spreading her girlfriend’s pussy nice and wide with her thumbs. Mingyu’s cock taking up most of the space wasn’t so much of an obstacle, but a way to kill two birds with one stone. She licks a flat stripe from the back of his length to Baby’s slit, her tongue prying to fit between them both.

“F-fuck,” Mingyu shudders, his grip tightening around Baby’s thighs.

Honey smiles, her tongue matches the pace of Mingyu’s thrusts, plunging inside her girlfriend’s pretty pussy, tasting their boyfriend’s work. Baby’s sap is as sweet as she is beautiful, Honey engorges on her cunt, savoring the vicious liquid on her tongue. Baby’s breath hitches, “Mmh, mommy…”

“You like that, Baby? You like me and mommy spoiling you?” Mingyu manages to breathe out.

She only whimpers as Honey and Mingyu simultaneously take their sweet time with her. The flick of Honey’s tongue tickles Baby’s clit and Mingyu’s shaft. Mingyu bites down on Baby’s neck, white teeth marks denting the inflamed hickey on her neck, feeling herself closer and closer to her climax. Honey manages to land another tight slap on Baby’s little clit, smiling manically when her girlfriend yelps.

Mingyu eyes his domineering girlfriend feasting on their third, “How does Baby’s pussy taste, Honey?”

“So sweet.” She moans. “You’re fucking her so nice and hard. Don’t stop.”

Honey's hands land against either side of her girlfriend's thighs, spanking it until glows red, and her tongue fully plants in between Mingyu’s cock and her walls, holding inside and curling the tip, and stimulating it enough for Baby to snap. Clenching her stomach for dear life, Baby begins to feel her release spraying all over the sheets and before she knew it in Honey’s mouth. Her abdomen shakes uncontrollably, a sprinkler of her sweet release all over her girlfriend’s tongue, chin, and down to her chest. Honey shuts her eyes and catches the drippage, smiling as hard as the devil would from a new soul to steal.

“Baby. You squirted all over mommy’s mouth.” Mingyu points out knowingly with a chuckle.

Honey wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, swallowing all of Baby’s arousal lingering in her mouth. Using the same hand, she presses it to Baby’s neck, stroking it gently before squeezing, watching Baby’s breath leave her body. “Mmh, baby. You know what happens when you squirt without letting us know beforehand.”

“I-I couldn’t help it, Mommy’s tongue, and Mingyu’s c-cock, felt so good together.”

Honey scoffs, but pressed a sweet kiss on her quivering lips, Mingyu considerately places Baby on the bed, her body sprawls on the sheets like a starfish. Standing up, Mingyu puts an arm over Honey’s shoulder and kisses her cheek, his nose tracing over her cheek. “How should we punish her, Hon?”

Honey grabs Mingyu’s waist, pulling him in for a kiss. He proudly prods inside with his tongue, Baby’s juice still fresh in her mouth, and he proceeds to kiss wherever Baby spilled. His tongue flat on Honey's skin, licking across her jaw, then neck, then collarbone, down to even her fingers. Honey moans his name, reminding him she likes coddling sometimes too.

Her hand cradles his full length, stroking it from tip to base, just how he likes, making him feel on top of the world. He grinds against her half-naked body, a leg of her hooked around his body, dragging it down his toned frame. They giggled harmoniously like they were in their own world, but there was no way they’d forget their precious baby girl.

“There’s only one to do that, Gyu: we don’t let her breathe.”

Honey takes Mingyu's hands to undo the clasps of her bra, then her skirt, and panties follow soon after, making sure Baby watches. She guided him back towards Baby, still helplessly exhausted in bed. She crawls over her, dragging her nails over Baby’s limp, lifeless body before capturing her lips. Tirelessly engaging, Baby follows Honey’s lead. Honey barricades her in between her legs, her hands falling on her breasts fondling them playfully, tugging her nipples.

“Do you like how much attention Mommy is giving you,” Honey exerts as her pussy starts to grind against Baby’s wet cunt lips, “Look how needy you are. It makes me want to play with you more.”

“Mmh, you’re so good to me, Mommy.” Baby whines like a sweet melody, vibrating under Honey’s touch.

The woman on top shakes her head knowingly, “You talk too much.”

Honey pulls her body up and fed her girlfriend her tits, who instinctively mouths over a nipple in a daze and simultaneously massages the other. With half-open eyes, Baby lustfully looks up at Honey, the girl's tongue dragging in loops. Mingyu, who was off on the sidelines in observation, stroked the ammunition, ready to set fire to either lovely pretty holes in front of him.

Dipping his knees in the bed, he slips his fingers around Baby, soaked to the brim in her own arousal, easy for a pair of fingers to make their entrance. He hooks them and in a beckoning gesture, he repeatedly hits a spot she has mentioned loving. Her moans were undeniably delicious, and her body moving achingly again Honey.

He then leans down, gathers a ball of salvia in his mouth, and spits it hard on the center of Honey’s cunt. The girl on top shudders, reacting to something she’ll never be used to, but maybe one day she could. As much as mean she is to both her partners, she likes it rough just as much as Baby does. She was the original baby after all.

Mingyu spanks Honey’s cheeks, stinging red, inducing a small yelp. His cock props to her slit, spreading his salvia, slow and sloppy. He squeezes it between their stomachs, thrusting between both girls like they were his own personal playthings, and then pushes inside Honey, causing her to lose her balance, “Mmpf, G-Gyu.”

“Cat got your tongue, Hon?”

His hips flick towards another pretty pussy to fill up. Matching his speed with his fingers that took home in Baby. His eyes flutter shut, drowning in the girls’ fits of passion. Baby was still suffocating by Honey’s chest and squirming as Mingyu sends her over with his mere fingers. Meanwhile, Honey’s head knocks back and forth in the air, eyes rolling back into her skull, “Yes, Gyu…Fuck…”

He giggles, “God, you’re still so cute when you want to be.”

“F-fuck you…”

“What do you think is happening right now?” He teases.

“W-wait til…we’re back…I-in the of-f-fice…”

“We almost got caught last time there, remember?”

Honey starts panting, the racing in her chest gradually beating out the race of Mingyu's hips, she clutches the sheet, finding herself putting more weight on the girl beneath her than necessary. Baby tries catching her breath, caressing Honey’s sides with a smile, “I think mommy’s really close, sir.”

“Oh, is she?”

“Baby, y-you’re…not…supposed to…say…” Honey grunts.

Mingyu leaves you a stern scoff before taking his hands away from Baby and stabilizing himself to Honey. He thrust in full force, her walls squeezing around him like a tube of toothpaste would, her voice letting out staccato paced breathing. Mingyu pushes against her ass to see them in motion, pounding her until she begs for his relief. “Mmp, Gyu–shit, I’m–ah…please just cum in me already…”

“You can take him, right, mommy? It’s not too much?” Baby cups Honey’s face, looking at her girlfriend with adoring eyes, kissing her cheeks sweetly.

Honey whines. “Baby girl, please–”

“Yeah, Honey, can you? How is it taking my cock?” Mingyu taunts.

Honey shakes her head frantically, twitching uncontrollably until you climax on Baby, kissing her with much grit, until she feels the twitch falter. Mingyu cums soon after. “S-shit, shit!”

A stream of obscenities comes out of him loudly and coherently. He releases deep inside Honey, oozing out her and dripping down to Baby’s cunt. Not ending until he pulls it out and sprays ivory ribbons on his girls’ bodies, erupting fits of flirtatious laughter from them both.

“That’s a big load,” Honey points out knowingly, still panting.

For a moment there’s silence. It’s only bliss on their minds and nothing else. They could do this a million times and it’ll never get old. It was perfect to them. It was always perfect.

“Is it cuddle time now?” Baby asks hopefully.

Honey chuckles, embracing the sweet girl and peppering kisses all over her face, “Gyu, call someone for hot towels.”

“Way ahead of you, already in the bathroom.”

Mingyu goes to grab them and cleans up the crew, receiving smiles as thanks, and soon joins them under the sheets. Baby is comfortably sandwiched between the two. He drapes his arm over Baby, his hand softy stroking Honey’s hand. Honey tucks her arm under Baby’s neck, tickling Mingyus shoulder. The girl in the middle draws them in close, snuggling her head in Mingyu’s shoulder and kissing Honey’s hand. She then sighs in bliss. “Finally.”

Honey meets Mingyu’s eyes in an infatuated smile, to which he matches your expression. She mouths the words to him, “We’re so lucky.”

“I know.” he mouths back, letting the girl between them finally sleep peacefully with the ones she’s grown to love.

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