Request From An Anon: Ravenclaw Reader X Harry Where She Meets James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, Etc For The
Request from an anon: ravenclaw reader x Harry where she meets James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, etc for the first time when coming over for a holiday dinner or something?
A/N â hello Nonnie! This actually cuts off right before they meet so if you want a part two with them actually meeting just request and Iâll be happy to write it for you <33
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âYouâre sure the house apparel is okay?â
The words tumble out your mouth as you smooth out your blue sweater for the fifth time over the ten minute walk back to Harryâs Parentâs house. You thought meeting his family after your date instead of before would ease some of your nerves, but the opposite had occurred. Dinner had giving you more time to ponder over all the things that could go wrong.
While you donât doubt that his family is just as amazing as he is, meeting them is working you up a little. For some reason, meeting them just feels so official. Not that you arenât sure about Harry. You plan to cling to his side until heâll no longer have you. (Which you hope is a day thatâll never come.) It just sends a kaleidoscope of fast-fluttering butterflies to your stomach to know things were getting serious. That he was serious about you.
âIâve told you, itâs fine.â He squeezes your hand And kisses the side of it. The affection is almost enough to make you drop the anxiousness completely. âThey wonât pay much attention to your sweater. And even if they do, you look great. Better than that. You look perfect.â His words bring a warm flush to your cheeks as you nibble on your lip, now with something akin to bashfulness.
âI just want this to goââ
ââperfectly, I know.â
His smile is calm and kind, like youâre being completely reasonable and not freaking out over nothing. âIf Iâm honest, I donât see how it could go any other way. Youâre perfect, so everything you do is just as. By extension.â A sheepish giggle bubbles from your throat as you squeeze his hand. âScience?â You tease as your shoulders start to relax âHardly. Everything you do is magic,â he stops walking to give you a little smirk. âLiterally.â You reward him with another, louder and more boisterous, laugh. (Next time he wants to go for full belly.)
As you approach his house, you look at him one more time for reassurence. He presses his lips to your cheek. âTheyâll love you. Seriously, whatâs not to like?â He kisses your other cheek. âAnd even if they donâtâwhich wonât happenâtheyâll have to warm up to you because I really, really like you. More than that. I love you.â Your eyes widen like saucers, but he chooses is to ignore it for now. âSo thisâll be fine, yeah?â He doesnât wait for your answer as he pushes the door open, dragging you and your saucer eyes through the door.
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Can't stop thinking about pregnant!reader constantly snapping at simon and being tired and him just being so understanding and everyone that sees them just don't get it? Because how is the Lieutenant that snaps at whoever being this softđ«Ąđ«Ą
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his eyes focus on you just as you angrily waddle your way over. he doesn't even flinch when you smack the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping on it with your boot as you glare up at him. all he does is smirk a little, reaching down and thumbing at your jaw.
"'ello, beautiful," he murmurs, his dark eyes roaming over your face. you let him touch for just a moment before you hit his hand off.
"don't try and butter me up," you snap, narrowing your eyes more. "you forgot...you forgot!"
he sighs, licking over his bottom lip.
"never seen anythin' prettier than ya," he whispers. he wants to shove down your pants and fuck your sopping cunt (he knows you're wet, you always are now), but instead he just lets out a soft breath and takes in how pretty you really are. just gorgeous--those big, pouty lips, all glossy and wet. those eyes--what drew him to you in the first place, that gaze that could stop a thousand bullets.
"you forgot my lunch, simon," you cry, and he cups your face, shaking his head. "i hate you. you're a sorry bastard! what's wrong with you?!"
he leans down and pecks your lips through the mask, and johnny, who's been slack-jawed and caught off-guard since you came into the room, turns to look at gaz--who's equally as confused.
"didn't forget, swee'eart," simon murmurs. "got y'some take-away. thought y'might fancy somethin' else."
your angry expression fades just a little, and you smooth both hands over your bump.
"you...you did?" you sniffle, and simon chuckles, nodding.
"y'r just tired, luv...aren't ya?"
you nod, closing your eyes. he soaks up your tears with the thumbs of his gloved hands.
"y'r feet oll swollen..." he kisses your jaw through the mask, and your eyes flutter a little. "c'mon, bubs. let's get ya off y'r feet, aye? get ya some food?"
you let him coax your face into his chest, and you settle there, taking a deep breath.
"you need to stop smoking," you whisper as you get a whiff of the scent on his clothes. "if i catch you again, i'll kill you."
"olright, luv," he agrees absentmindedly, turning you around to guide you out of the room. your food is in his room since he doesn't trust his sergeants not to pick at it if he left it in the shared fridge. "woteva ya say."
when you both close the door behind you, johnny blinks.
"i think i just saw a ghost, a real one..." he murmurs. "i must've just seen a ghost, gaz, have i gone mad? or did i just see our lieutenant with a lass? and did she just call 'im a bastard?"
"no," gaz turns back to their card game, dealing out another hand. "no, we didn't see anythin', soap."
"huh?"
"we didn't...see...anything."
Grumpy Pants
SUMMARY: Matt can't stand not being close to Y/N, even for a minute.
WARNINGS: none
AUTHORS NOTE: short little blurb <3
Y/N, Matt, Chris, Nick



âCan I help you, grumpy pants?â I say as Matt pins his arms across his chest with a pout on his face while he sits on the couch across from me.
âIâm not a grumpy pants.â he grumbles.
âYouâre being a grumpy pants.â
âObviously Iâm being a grumpy pants!â He flails a hand through the air. âEvery time weâre here you ditch me for those two.â he points to Me, Nick, and Chris taking up the whole couch while he's on the other side of the room.
âSharing is caring, Mattâ Nick mumbles from beside me, his eyes looking up from his phone. âWe haven't seen y/n in forever since you never bring her here. We just wanna cuddleâ Chris says as he wraps his arms around me playfully.
Matt runs a hand over his face. âHow about you guys find a friend that isn't my girlfriend.â He pouts. âShe was our friend first Mattâ Nick slings an arm around my shoulders so Nick Chris and I are in a group hug. âIt doesn't matter. She's my girlfriend.â Matt pats his lap and raises his brows at me, trying to get me over there. He rolls his eyes when I donât respond.
âY/N, baby, come hereâ He whines .âDon't "baby" me I'm trying to spend time with my friendsâ I say playfully. "Fine be like that" He grumbles. âI can't take his complaining anymore,â Nick says as he gets up to go into the kitchen as Chris follows.
Laughing, I look over at Matt and open up my arms âCome here you big baby.â To say Matt doesnât run over to me would be a lie. He flops on top of me and runs his arms under my shirt, wrapping them around me. My fingers run through his hair as he lets out a deep sigh, seeming content with the outcome. His lips touch my shoulder, whispering I love you into my skin followed by a light kiss to my jaw. Almost a year together and he hates it when he isn't near me.
Sl*t Me Out!

Synopsis. Sometimes, itâs so good that you canât help but run away from it. Sometimes, he just canât stop.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, really needy boys, creampĂe, exhĂbitionism (Nanamiâs), brĂ©eding, rough sĂ©x, cĂșmplay, pĂșssyslappĂng (Getoâs), breaking the bed, true form Sukuna, dp, o denĂal (Chosoâs), overstĂm, finger suckĂng, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.8k
A/N. *Smooches your forehead* Have a good day.

⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Break (you)
âYouâre hah- lucky I caught you in bed, doll.â Toji pants into your open mouth. Lazily pulling aside your sopping wet pajama pants to greedily eye the mess of slick. The way your puffy folds were bulging and struggling to take him, âYouâve got no idea.â
Youâre gasping as he reels back to spit, once. Twice. The steady stream of saliva hitting your sloppy hole straight on, feeling anything but lucky with how mean his fat tip was hitting your cervix. Over and over. âL-lucky?â
And oh, Toji could feel your gummy walls clenching around him like nothing before, that flimsy little outfit of yours sure to have him snapping sooner rather than later.Â
âMhmmâŠâ he hums, nosing at your neck. Finger curling tightly around your shorts - as if to tear. To break. âSooo fuckinâ-â The sharp rip of fabric echoing in your hazy brain, just in time with the loud slam! of Tojiâs hand down on the creaking headboard. â-lucky.â
Crack!
âShit.â
And then youâre pressed against the cool wall before you can even register whatâs happening. Shivers running down your spine - all the way down to where Toji was still buried in your dripping cunt.Â
Ruthless. Fucking you so filthy. Big hands cupping your ass, holding you up so high where he was standing, your ankles locked around his toned waist as if on instinct. And your pants oh, tattered and drenched - thrown all the way somewhere near the broken bed.Â
âToji!â you squeal, blinking away the big fat tears in your eyes to look over his broad shoulders. Easy, with the way he was shoving you further and further up the wall with each harsh thrust. âThe- the bed. You broke it.â
âWhat about it?â He lifts his head up to meet your glassy eyes, hips still relentless, âMâjusâ fucking you right, doll.â
Whining, âYouâre so-â
And before you can give him a piece of your mind, heâs loosening his grip on your ass. Letting gravity slide you deeper and deeper down his rock-hard cock. Inch by fucking inch. All the way until your swollen folds were hitting his heavy balls.Â
Keening at the sheer stretch, the addictive feeling of the curve of his dick massaging all the right spots. Like he was pushing into your stomach, your lungs, everywhere in a way that had you keening. Hips stuttering and pushing so bruisingly back, back, back-
âOh? Whatâs this?â Itâs that dangerous little tone of Tojiâs voice that has you suddenly registering your nails clawing down his pecs, leaving angry red marks. Your feet flat against the wall like you were trying so pathetically to escape. And one look in Tojiâs eyes told you that was the last thing youâd be doing. âFunny. Real funny, doll.âÂ
Ah, but amused was the last thing he sounded.Â
That tiny scar at the corner of his mouth curling at your breathless pleas as he steps away from the wall. Leaving you completely at his mercy.Â
âD-dressing like that and-â he chuckles, holding you up so easily like youâre weightless. The muscles in his arms rippling, abs burning as he bounces you so sluttily on his cock. â-acting like you can ngh- run away. Hahah, better keep this pretty cunt still, doll.â Sure to leave lewd marks all over you, his twitching balls on your cunt, fingers on your ass. âCause if I said mâgonna fuck you right- hah- mâgonna fuck you right.â
âPlease- Tojiââ you squeal, like a broken record. Your legs dangling in the air, cunt sucking him all in so sloppily. âPlease please please please-âÂ
âHow cute. Yeah, beg fâme more.â
Not even bothering to think about running away now - you know you couldnât. Instead clutching at his soft hair - his shoulders - his biceps - anything and everything to try and keep some semblance of sanity. â-please- Ngh- Please let me cum.â
And then Tojiâs biting down on your beck with a strangled groan. Hard. Right above your racing pulse, like he wanted to draw blood. Or worse. Tightening, losing every scrap of sanity each time your gummy walls milked him so-
âForget the bed.â he manages to grit out, ragged. Each word punctuated by such a heavy, mean thrust. âCause youâre gonna fuck- feel real unlucky next to it.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - âDonât hang up.â
It was the first thing that came out of your husbandâs mouth.
As soon as he walked downstairs to you wandering the kitchen in the dead of the night, on the phone with your absolute asshat of a boss calling you to talk about your upcoming project. For the third night in a row. For what reason - you didnât know. And Nanami didnât care.
Because not too long later, you find yourself bent over the counter. Your bossâs droning rambles in one ear, Nanami breathing hotly against the other. Flimsy shorts pulled just enough to the side so that Nanamiâs stuffing your snug cunt so sinfully full.Â
Bunching up your - his - oversized button-up to fuck back your sloppy his bruisingly to meet his. Pulling you like some slut onto his swollen cock.Â
âDonât hang up, my love.â heâs running a long index down your arched spine. Already knowing the way youâd shiver loud enough that that bastard on the other end of the line would hear, âDonât you fuckinâ dare.â
You flinch - both from the way he was spitting out profanities into your ear like sweet nothings, and from the way he bends his knees. Angling your hips to stretch out all the right spots, weeping tip alternating between bullying your cervix, your g-spot, your cervix, your-
âHellooooo, did you hear what I said about that clientâs request?â
Ah, right.Â
âY-yeah- totally-â youâre gasping, jaw sagging open as Nanamiâs hips become more rigorous. Having you such a mess with the way he was getting bigger - stretching your gummy walls more sinfully - with each thrust. âT-tell them weâll um- carry it out-â
And oh how it ticked Nanami off to see his poor girl working overtime, no matter the fact that he was the one that told you to stay on call. That furrow between his brows growing with each passing second.
âMhm, the documents will be-â The sentence dies in your throat as Nanami reaches down to play with your ravaged clit, drawing messy, frenzied little patterns- no-
Your eyes widen, the phone almost slipping out of your hand - and it does, only later do you realize that Nanami is the gentleman that slips it into his hand. Holding up your phone for you while he fucks you on the other line like an animal.
Because shit Nanami Kento wasnât just drawing any old pattern on your pretty clit. He was drawing a quick, methodical K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-
âShit- fuck fuck fuck-â he grunt, low and gravelly. âSqueezinâ around me so tight. So good.â Hips stuttering at the pure heaven he was feeling, âDoes my girl like this? Like being listened to?â Harder on your clit, âYa love it, huh?â
âK-KenâŠâ
âAre you okay, you soundâŠsick.â your bossâs voice is grating against your ears.
âY-yes Iâm-â Itâs too much. Nanamiâs pelvis hitting your ass, spearing you so rough against his cock. So sloppily fucking away whateverâs left of his sanity - fingers just as erratic. âFine.â You could just scream, but instead, you settle for hiking a knee up on the counter, pulling away, trying desperately to ease the relentless abuse of his hips. âTotally fine.â
And for all your years being loved by Nanami, youâd never have expected his strained, âHah, you sure about that?â Only briefly stopping his little K-E-N-T-O-K- to loop a strong arm underneath your knee - baring your glistening pussy for him to admire from behind. âBecause it looks like youâre running away. Nâ I wonât be happy if youâre trying to escape your dear husband, my love.â
âN-noâŠâ
âIs someone else there? Who are you talking to?â
Caging you. Perhaps even punishing you for taking so long on this call. And youâre not even standing at this point, being held up so easily by him. So easy for him to crane his neck over and greedily prey at the way your pretty pussy was swallowing him up. In and out in and out in and-Â
âAnswer him, darling.â Nanami murmurs for you, hips slowing down just enough that the slapping of his toned pelvis wouldnât be completely heard. âBe a good lilâ wife nâ answer fâme.â
âJusâ aâŠdog-â You glare at his deep, baritone huff of laughter. Face heated where he was pressing your phone screen against you, âA needy one.â
âAh, well. I know how dogs are.â God, how you wish this could end soon - would do anything for it to end soon. âSo I trust that youâll be there sharp for the meeting with the client tomorrow?â
âY-yeah Iâll-â your eyes are screwing shut. Throwing yourself fully and utterly helplessly to the harsh tempo of Nanamiâs cock. Like he was claiming you from the inside out - all the way from your quivering cunt to your hazy response, â-come.â
And thank fuck it was Nanami holding up the phone, because itâs all you can do to not fucking throw it across the kitchen as you cum. So hard and violent, almost. âShit- Ken- mâcumming- oh- oh my god.â
Breaking up whatever composure youâd built up for so long as you milk his cock dry, clenching so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck up into you. Nothing but Nanami on your mind now - just Nanami. As expected.
âHello? Are you still there??â
âSorry, but my wife wonât be working overtime. For you, at least.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Noise complaint
Geto knew that no one else was home at this time - just you and him, splayed out on your queen-sized bed. He knew that maybe he should tell you this as he splits you apart on his massive cock, eyeing the way youâre grappling at your kiss-bitten lips, trying so desperately to not let your slutty moans through.Â
But why would he?
âS-Sugu-â you manage to whisper, barely even audible over the obscene sounds of your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of him. The squelches so sloppy. So loud. Mattress creaking at the sheer force, âTheyâll- ngh- hear..â
âWhat was that?â Geto leers down at you, lazily thumbing opening your swollen folds further, bulging and clenching around his cock. âCanât hear you over this talkative pussy, doll. You gotta ha- speak up.â
And itâs all you can do to crack open the trembling wall of your fingers, blinking away the tears in your eyes to look up at your boyfriend pleadingly.Â
âWe canât mm- fuck- w-wake the girls up.â So utterly difficult to get the sentence out when it seemed like he was fully fucking it out of your brain. Angry tip kissing all your sweet spots, hitting you after every word falling from your lips, âHafta- ngh- be quiet.â
And fuck - the look in his eyes. Long, inky hair falling over his broad shoulders, curtaining such a dark glint in his greedy gaze.
Flitting between your desperate, fucked-out expression and down, down, down at the way your dripping cunt was swallowing him so good. Letting him disappear so easily into your heavenly cunt - so mean, that Geto doesnât want to slow down. Not even a little bit.
âWellâŠâ he purrs, ringed fingers cool on your throbbing clit. Coating them in your sweet sweet juices before moving to your stomach, your sensitive nipples - all the way up to your glossy, swollen lips, âLet me help you then, gorgeous.â
But something in that deep tone told you he wanted to do anything but.Â
Not wasting a second more before shoving two fingers inside, pressing right at the back of your hot tongue in a way that has your gagging, tears stinging your eyes. A loud moan stuck in your throat and-
Smack!
It was sharp - fleeting, even - but your entire body is jolting at the feeling of Getoâs thick fingerpads smacking your poor cunt. Right above your ravaged clit.Â
âNgh- S-Sugu!âÂ
âS-Sugu!â he mocks your moans, voice higher than usual. âThought you wanted hngh- to be quiet, gorgeous?â he grins, chuckling softly at the way youâre half-lucidly pushing at his rippling biceps - nails leaving neat little marks as youâre torn between pushing him away and wanting more more more- âHow are you gonna do that if youâre like this, huh?.â
You keen as Geto chokes you on his fingers deeper, having you slobbering and drooling all over his rings, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth. Mixing with the tears rolling down your cheek, âPl-ease- mmpf- Sugu.âÂ
And God, he almost cracks right then and there at the way youâre squeezing his swollen cock so hard it was like you wanted to never let him go. Feeling him getting bigger inside you, hot tip pressing deeper into your plushy g-spot.Â
âTry not to scream, then.â
One arm drags you straight across the soaked sheets, bunching up at your hips as he pulls you impossibly deeper onto his aching cock. âAnd donât you dare think of running.â
Caging you as his hips become so brutal on yours, heavy balls smacking you in time with the stars in your eyes - the muffled moans falling from your mouth despite all that. Sloppy. Merciless.Â
âFuck! Mâmpf so- closeââ your eyes dart to the closed door, hoping - praying - that no one would walk in right now. Because if your daughters-
Smack!
âAll eyes on me, gorgeous.â Distantly, you wonder whether Getoâs fingers would leave marks on your clit for tomorrow. âSuch filthy filthy moans from a sweet mouth, huh?â he grunts, chest heaving with the force of his thrusts. âRight?â Pressing down on your tongue to have you nodding deliriously at him, âHeh, cute. Even cuter when you hah- try to hide your moans like-â Running quick, harsh circles on your clit. Faster. Harder. â-this.â
You donât even realize it when youâre cumming - just that your bodyâs arching off the bed, like it was trying so hard to be one with Getoâs.Â
Vision spotty, blood roaring in your ears, a sharp shout of âFuck! Sugu mâcumming-â leaving you with reckless abandon.
And you couldnât even care at this point - didnât have the capacity to as Geto fucks you through your high, hips relentless. Playing with your pretty clit. Swirling lewd little circles at the same time as his fingers in your mouth.
âI uh- forgot by the way.â You hear him murmur through your orgasmic haze, not a shred of apology in his words. âThe girls are at a sleepover.â Hips just smacking into yours, soft lips kissing the corner of your mouth - even when it drops in disbelief. âSo we have alllll night to try nâ get another noise complaint from the neighbors.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - The tease
âOh, shit-â Choso throws his head back, dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. âJusâ a little long- longer. Fuck, jusâ a bit more.â
And if Choso was wrecked, then it was nothing compared how fucking dumb you were being fucked. Hips all stuttering and drooling sloppily on the mattress, barely able to let out anything but incoherent little babbles of, âNgh- please- too much.â by the third time heâs denying you your orgasm.
âJusâ some more- fuck- baby, a bit longer.â
You cry as his pace only gets more merciless, having your snug cunt suck him up all the way till you were kissing that creamy ring around his base. âWannaâŠ.â
âWhatâs what?â heâs leaning in closer, a mocking smirk playing on those kiss-bitten lips. And itâs not like Choso was expecting you to form a coherent sentence at this point - not with the way he was only bullying his cock into your gummy walls harder. More purposeful.Â
âNgh- pleaseââ youâre dragging out your moans, words slurring as evidence of how long this has been going on. âWanna cum.â
So, honestly, to him the fact that you could still speak was like a personal insult.
But absolutely nothing compared to the way your hand was dipping down to your poor, forgotten clit. Because you wanted - needed - so badly to cum. To finally have your soft fingertips barely just kissing at the swollen, sensitive nub - before Chosoâs smacking your hand away.
âFuck- What do you oh- fuck should be illegal for you to squeeze me that way- what do you think youâre doing, baby?â
And the only response he gets is a broken sob, big fat tears rolling down your pouty cheeks. As if on auto-pilot, youâre scrambling onto your elbows, arms straining to push. To escape. To finally make yourself cum because Choso was being so mean-Â
âHah? No no no no-â he tilts his head, teeth baring in a mean smile. Easily moving your limp arms like a ragdoll to pin them above your head. Lacing his fingers with yours as you let out little cries begging to cum - ones you probably donât even realize are leaving you. âW-where do youâre ngh- taking this pretty pussy?â
âOh- Wanna cum. So badly.â you bat your lashes up at him,Â
âBut if we hngh- cum, thisâll end.â his voice, almost a whine. âWanna feel you- feel this tight pussy forever. Please? Jusâ some more?â
âPlease, Choââ
â...â
âCh-Cho?â
Oh, you were an evil, evil little minx. That nickname has his weeping, fat head kissing your cervix, your g-spot - everywhere faster. Harder. Stretching you out like such a slut on his painfully hard cock.
âAww, my poor baby.â Choso loops two strong arms around your thighs, pulling you closer - locking you in place. Cooing, âMy poor, poor baby. Using that nickname.â Kissing at your teary cheeks, stumbling and messy. Just a dragged-out touch of his pretty lips, runny eyeliner smudging against your skin. âThat desperate, huh? You wanâ cum that hah- fucking bad, huh?â
Itâs all you can do to give a stupid little nod. Jolting as his hot tongue licks a long, languid stripe at the corner of your mouth. The salty, sinful taste of your tears sending Chosoâs eyes rolling to the back of his head, and him straight to heaven.
Gritting out a strangled, âFine.â
And if you thought Choso was mean before then you werenât ready for the way his speed picks up, hips hitting yours so bruisingly. Running only on you, the way your gummy walls were desperately trying to suck him back up with each thrust, and you-
âOh- oh my god, Cho-â you jolt as he snakes down one hand to toy with your throbbing clit. Weeping and glossing all over him as Choso rolls it between two fingers. âShit shit shit- mâso close.â
âYeah?â his voice breaks a little at the end, as unsteady and sloppy as his cock now. Stretching out your plushy walls, âGonna cum? This fuck- oh, baby. This pretty pussy is gonna cum fâme?â
And you canât even think to answer his question - because you are. Cumming again and again all over Chosoâs massive, unforgiving cock.Â
 âShit- oh, baby yeah. Look how much this pretty pussy is cumming.â Thighs shaking, fucking your hips up in shallow, lewd little grinds to meet the sloppy staccato of his - in time with the urgent ramblings falling from his lips, âThis fâme? All fâme?â
That tone of his voice surprised - disbelieving, even like he couldnât rip his eyes off from the way you were clenching around him in sensitivity.Â
Only when your climax bates, your eyes snap open. Finally registering the way his hand jerks away from your clit, hips so out of control. Getting faster - showing absolutely no sign of stopping. âCho- what-â
âShhh shhhh- baby. I ngh- said Iâd make you cum. Not that Iâd hah- stop, right?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Double trouble
To Ryomen Sukuna, it was simple - if his cute lilâ slut can take one, then you can take both. Or, well, heâll just have to make it fit.
âPlease please please-â you gasp, big fat tears streaming down your face, thighs twitching over where you were all splayed out so prettily on Sukunaâs large lap. â-sâtoo much. Too big.â
You could feel him grinning into the crook of your neck, sharp canines biting right over where your rapid pulse was.Â
His hot breath ghosting your ear, âToo big?â Eyes flitting down to your poor cunt, all gaping and drooling sloppily over his fat, angry head, âThen how come you take it all the time, brat?â
You let out a frustrated whine, âB-because thatâs one and this is-â Gulping at the two massive cocks kissing your puffy folds, both so intimidatingly long and angry. Thick enough that you knew you wouldnât be able to walk for weeks. â...twoâ
âSo?â
Both of you watch in wonder as he holds you up slightly in midair by just the arms, slowly easing you down, down, down onto his cock. Like you were some ragdoll. And if you were in any better state of mind, youâd marvel at how languidly Sukuna was fucking up into you.Â
Letting your sweet sweet juices coat his rock-hard cocks, inching inside your sloppy hole deeper. And deeper. Getting you used to the dizzying stretch, the thump! thump! thump! of his prominent veins inside your tight pussy. Molding your gummy walls around one. Then the other. Then both at once.
And shit.Â
Shit, you didnât know if youâd make it out alive.Â
âOh- hngh- Kuna!â you sob, but you canât rip your eyes away from the way your hips were stuttering down so sloppily into his. Short, sharp grinds that doesnât even have to have Sukuna fucking into you, just watching in awe as you milk his cocks more. âYouâre in so- deep- fuck- oh my god-â
âJusâ âKunaâ works fine.â he chuckles at his own joke, lacing two fingers on top of your head to stretch you out impossibly more on his dicks. Because fuck you were gorgeous like this - but so slow. âThis all you can do?â
Your lips fall into a little pout that has him twitching wildly inside you - barely even halfway in, but feeling like he was pushing into your fucking lungs already.Â
âHeh, donât be like that now.â he shakes his head in amusement as you scramble to grab ahold of his hair - his arms - the throne, anything to keep whatever is left of your sanity. âYou donâ want this all to be for nothing, right?â Hips jerking like you wanted to run but of course, Sukuna couldnât have that - not when he had you like this. âHere.â
Yeah, you definitely werenât making it out alive.Â
Through your teary vision, you make out the hand that Sukuna is offering you - and before you can even think, youâre biting down. Hard. Sure to draw blood if this wasnât the king of curses himself.Â
âFuuuck, yeah. Atta girl. Suckinâ me up so well.â he groans, hips bucking up so meanly. âLet it all out. Heh, see if you can draw blood nâ let me ngh- take care of this tight- pussy.â Letting you take it out on his hand, teeth leaving such cute marks heâll coo at later - but never admit to. âSaid Iâll make it fit nâ Iâll make it-â Bouncing you up and down, legs dangling at his muscled thighs. Throbbing cocks probing deeper with each word he spits out. More calculated. More impatient. â-fit.â
And fuck was it a sight to see.Â
âHah, what did I tell ya, brat?â
Sukuna canât help but sit back to look at the heavenly view of you fucked dumb on his massive cocks - and fuck was it a sight to see.Â
To trail a finger down right to where his fat heads were so obviously bulging against your stomach. Buried inside your sinful pussy all the way until your swollen folds were kissing at his heavy balls. One weeping tip nudging at your cervix, the other curving just right against your sweet spot. Feeling your plushy walls still desperately trying to adjust, pulsing so maddeningly - or was that him?Â
Doesnât matter.
Because Sukuna is gritting out a ragged, âNow the real fun begins.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Again and again
âJusâ one more sweetheart- promise.â
Does it really count as being mean if he uses just a little bit of reverse cursed technique while absolutely ruining you in bed? Gojo certainly doesnât think so. Itâs justâŠhow could he not?
And you definitely donât have any other explanation as to why your boyfriendâs got you limp and folded so easily into a mating press, fucking his cum into you for the fourth time tonight. Hips still so unforgiving. Merciless.Â
âMerciless, hah?â And fuck, you barely even have the time to register the fact that you babbled that out loud. Because Gojoâs big arms are spreading your quaking legs so wide open for him, âCreative.â Long fingers deftly giving your clit a long, hard roll, âReal creative. Thatâs a ngh- new one. What else has your cute, fucked-out mind got fâme, sweetheart?â
Some tiny, sensible part of Gojo knows that he should maybe slow down - give you a chance to fucking answer. Maybe stop himself from dancing a soft hand down to your stomach - for the second time tonight.
Stop himself from smirking at the knowing wonder in your eyes as he presses down. Hard. pretty pink lips falling into a soft oh! as you coat him in his own cum.Â
Glossy and so, so sloppy.Â
Everywhere.Â
âOh, you naughty girl.â heâs grinning, pooling the obscene puddle of cum seeping into the sheets on his fingertips. âYou naughty, naughty-â Smearing it all over your bulging cunt, tracing white patterns over your puffy clit. â-girl. How are you still making this much of a mess everywhere after so long?â
âNgh- because youâre- youâre so-â you sob, and heâs speeding his hips up. Weeping tip kissing all those sweet spots heâs mapped out so well.
âSo what?â
âSo mean, Toru!â
âI know, sweetheart. I know.â But he didnât feel one bit sorry for your poor, overfilled cunt. Nodding so mockingly gently. Mâso âmeanâ fucking this cute cunt. Usinâ jusâ a bit of reverse cursed technique.â
Fuck, the way youâre biting down on his right collarbone, hard - was adorable. Sure to have drawn blood if it wasnât for the technique keeping the two of you from breaking bones. And okay, Gojo guesses he deserved that.
âOuch.â heâs clutching at his heart, acting so dramatically wounded - as if he wasnât the one doing the bruising. Leaving marks on your ass, your tits, maybe even your poor cunt. âSo feisty. Mâheartbroken, yâknow.â Voice dropping to such a low purr, looking up at you through those long lashes. âNâ the only way to fix it is by cumming fâme fuck- o-once more.â
And Gojo wonders whether you could feel it still filling you up inside - his cum. Whether you can feel the way it dribbles down the side of your thighs as you kick your feet, desperately trying to sit up.Â
Feet flattening on the mattress because itâs too much. And youâre too sensitive - too good, with the jolts of electricity coming down from Gojoâs fingertips. The power dancing over your skin.Â
But, shit - whyâd you ever think youâd be a match for the strongest?
âSâgonna be too much-â you squeal as heâs pulling you closer into his arms, letting your head loll into his lips. Pushing your legs up further - till they were pressing so tight against your tits. Shifting his hips more purposefully - right at the angle to hit that sweet spot that had you crying out in ecstasy, âDunno if I can, Toru.â
âNow now now, donât you dare run away.â his half-hooded gaze is almost crazed now. âBecause you can cum. And you will.â
âI-â you choke, feeling like Gojo was pushing all the way into your lungs. âI will-â
Each push of his angry, weeping tip having you see stars behind your eyes. Abs burning, white strands of hair falling over his eyes - glowing ever-so-slightly in a way that neither of you had the capacity to notice at the moment.Â
âYou will.â heâs moaning, like a mantra. âYou will you will you will- hngh- fuck! You will.âÂ
Each word spilling from Gojoâs lips only having his achingly cock twitch wildly inside you. Massaging your plushy walls, stretching them out so. Milking the fucking soul out of him, until it was almost difficult to fuck you into the mattress. To have your cunt pulling him back like she didnât want to part.
So, so desperate.Â
Exactly the way he knew you did when you were close - dangerously so. So heâs whispering into your open mouth, âCum fâme, sweetheart.â
You donât know who cums first - just that youâre seeing a flash of white, your heart thumping all the way in your ears, a rapid, urgent cadence at which he was spilling into your quivering cunt. Having gone over the edge again. Warm - so warm with each rope after rope of seed, painting your gummy walls white, your puffy folds slobbering all over him.
Only adding to the mess as he fucks his cum deeper. Again and again and again - fucking into you like he was out of control. And he probably was.Â
âHey, soâŠ.yâknow how six is my lucky number?â

A/N. First time writing true form Sukuna, how are we feeling, hm?
Plagiarism not authorized.
jealous slashers~!â§
With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman
tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included
Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys

Michael
Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.
Brahms
Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.
"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.
Jason
As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.
Billy & Stu
Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.
"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.
Vincent
There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.
But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.
"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"
Bo
Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.
"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.
Lester
Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.
A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."
Thomas
Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.
Sal Fisher
Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.
"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.
Patrick
A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.
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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."

Hi!!! I just love your work! I was wondering if you could write a scenario with Daddy Bateman as a cat boy and w/ a lactation kink?~
My little Meow Meow
â„ PAIRING: Daddy!CatBoy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader
â„ SUMMARY: One day you forgot to feed your sweet catboy, so he came to you in the middle of the night to get the meal he deserved.
â„ WARNINGS: NSFW âPatrick has sharp fangs, Daddy kink, Praise Kink, Lactation kink, Breeding kink, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, body worship, dirty talk, pet names.
â„ WORDCOUNT: Around 1k
â„ A/N: Okay, that was very sudden, but I hope you like it. Thank you, dear anon for making me so horny and inspired. Also, many thanks to my dear @tres-spades-hotel for proofreading! đ„°
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A needy, purring noise echoed near your ear as you tried to roll over, seeing your sweet dreams, lying on Patrick's king-size bed.
"Mmm, Patrick ... what is it?" you asked, feeling his furry ears tickling your face as he moved closer and hugged you from behind. "Did you have a bad dream, or do you want something?"
Of course you knew what he wanted, but you couldn't miss a chance to tease your sweet catboy, especially when he was so needy.
Bateman purred again, nuzzling your neck and nibbling a little, causing you to whimper and cling to his arms that were wrapped around your waist. "You fell asleep early and I didn't get my meal! "
Patrick sounded slightly angry, but when you turned to face him and cupped his cheeks with both hands, his expression immediately changed as he rumbled with pleasure. You could see his sharp fangs biting his lower lip.
"I'm so sorry, Daddy." You ran your fingers through his soft hair before pulling up your top and letting him press against your heavy boobs. He greedily put his mouth around your taut nipple, making you moan from how sensitive it was. "Ahh, I didn't want to leave you hungry."
"Mmm, I know, Mommy." He devoured your milk greedily; you thought he was going to drink it all. "It's so delicious, mmm ..."
Whimpering, you hugged his neck and felt his long, big tail brush your hip as it wrapped around you like a snake, not allowing you to move. You moaned even louder when Bateman used his white teeth on your peak as he tried to suck out as much milk as he could.
"Oh, Patrick ... a-aww, your teeth are so sharp, aah," you gasped again and again, trembling in his grip. He had to calm you down with gentle strokes of his fluffy tail as he moved it between your legs, rubbing against your soaked panties. You almost cry out from how aroused you were. "Daddy, p-please."
"Mmm, what do you want, honey?" He released your swollen tip, little drops of your milk flowing down his perfectly sculpted chin. "Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?"
You just nodded and watched him shift position, kneeling between your legs as he spread them wide, almost diving between them. A loud wail almost escaped your twitching lips, but you held yourself back, so afraid of waking your beloved little child who slept in the next room.
"You look so beautiful when you open up for me, sweetheart."
Patrick purred against your skin as he peppered your mound with light pecks, working his way down until he reached your underwear. Swiftly, he pushed it aside and slid his heated tongue into your soaking pussy, twisting it inside you to hit all the right spots he knew so well.Â
"A-aah, Gosh ... I'm going to explode, Daddy ... it feels so ..."
"So amazing?" He tugged on your clit with a squelch and traced his tail against your belly. "Go on, honey, I want to feel you tremble in my arms."
Passionately, Bateman planted a wet kiss on the inner side of your thigh before continuing his assault on your throbbing cunt, lapping at it as mercilessly as he consumed every drop of your milk. He was literally relentless.Â
With all the strength you had left, you stifled every nasty sound trapped inside your chest as the friction of his tongue against your little nub became unbearable. You could do nothing but claw at his perfect hair, accidentally touching his furry ears as you cummed vividly all over his face, seeing nothing but stars dancing before your dazed eyes.
"G-God ... mmm, yes, Daddy ..." You arched your back, not even noticing that you put your legs on his broad shoulder, letting him devour your pussy even more intensely. "Mmm, p-please, fuck me ... use me, Patrick, take all of me ⊠I beg you!"
You almost cried, silencing yourself with a trembling hand. You felt his firm grip on your waist as he rolled you onto your side and cuddled you from behind. Impatiently, Patrick pulled down his boxers, stroked himself a bit and poked at your wet entrance, smearing your flavour around his engorged tip.Â
"Fuck, you're so tight." He put his forearm under your head so you could lie on it while he slowly but deeply pounded into you. "Mm-hm, you always take me so well, sweetie."
Biting your lips, you closed your eyes from the total bliss of being so full. His thick dick stretching you more and more with each thrust, sliding further and further until it hit your cervix.
"A-aaaw! Daddy, please ... I w-want you to ..."
"To put another baby inside you?" Bateman almost growled, hooking his tail around your leg to lift it higher and spread you even wider. "Oh, fuck ... you're such a perfect Mommy."
"Yes! God, yes ... please breed me again Patty ..."
"Shit, you're so thirsty for my cum ..."
Ramming harder into you, he wrapped his arms around your trembling little form, covering you in his embrace like a blanket. Damn, he was so strong, so warm and possessive, your pussy was pulsating just from the way his heavy breathing was scorching your sensitive neck. But when you felt his soft finger pad rubbing your blushing clit, you couldn't stop yourself from falling into the abyss of pleasure. Your inner walls were squeezing his cock and spurring him on to fuck you so raw through your orgasm that you almost passed out.
"Yes, baby. Just like that ..." Patrick pulled you closer, holding you in his arms as you shook too hard. "F-fuck, I'm going to pump this little pussy ... mmm and make you pregnant, you'll always be mine, honey ..."
His voice wavered, his whole body tensed like a string as you felt his warm seed filling you from the inside until it started to leak out of your abused cunt and stain his perfect sheets, but he didn't care because your little quivering frame was all that mattered.
