This Place Reeks Of Death.

This place reeks of death.

i need these

Devilish deal

“Are you ready for our wedding night, my lovely wife?”

Your blood turned to ice as you stared at the Radio Demon, who merely chuckled at your expression and scramble to the top of the bed.

“Come now, what did you think was going to happen, hmm?”

You knew Alastor was the traditional type, what with carrying you over the threshold not even an hour ago and his insistence on an actual wedding. That said, the thought of the wedding night happening so soon was a little too much for you, and you squeaked as he advanced on your quivering form on the bed, licking his chops like a cougar who’d lucked out and found a particularly delicious prey animal.

“I…” you paused, shuffling back from him as he moved to sit before you, taking your hands in his and rubbing over your trembling hands with a surprising gentleness that you hadn’t expected from such claw-tipped hands, having seen firsthand the damage that those taloned fingers could do; shredding demons into ribbons like a hot knife through butter… But Alastor had never hurt you with those claws.

His hand gently came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he leaned in, lips brushing your earlobe as he spoke.

“What are you so afraid of, sweetness?”

You buried your face into his neck, feeling his chest rumble as he chuckled, lifting your hand and pressing kisses to your palm.

This man is going to be the death of me.

“I’m- I’ve never…” You trailed off, hoping he’d get the hint, and he hummed, pressing a kiss on the side of your head.

“I understand that you’re scared, little wife, but I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

His lips came to nip at your throat before he paused to inhale the scent of your skin, then grazing your pulse with sharp teeth.

“I’ll be gentle until you beg me for more,” the soft grazing turned to nips before the demon sucked a bruising hickey to your throat, making you cry out in pain and pleasure.

You’d never been with anyone before, and while your curious fingers had cautiously explored your body, nothing had ever prepared you for the feeling of heat curling in your belly, and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together for friction as your new husband made a mess of your neck, his own moans staining your cheeks scarlet.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, all heavy-lidded and crimson eyes ablaze with desire as he regarded you, sinful gaze burning as he turned his attention to your inner thighs. “Looks like you’re excited too, sweet thing.”

You only huffed in response, not trusting your voice or knowing what to respond with.

“As I said, I’ll be gentle… until you’re begging me to fuck you, that is.”

“Alastor!” you yelped, smacking his broad shoulder, but he only chuckled, beginning to stroke your thigh tenderly.

“And I know you’ll taste even more delicious than you smell right now, so will you allow me to fulfil my husbandly duties?”

Your stomach twisted with dread at the title, but your apparent lust for the demon seemed to push it away, focused only on pleasure.

You nodded, but Alastor’s grin turned sinister, “No, no, my sweet. I’m not going to do anything until you tell me to.”

Your hands covered your blushing face as another squeak left your lips, but the demon only laughed, clearly enjoying this as he parted your legs, clawed digits sweeping over your skin to play with the hem of your panties.

“I…” you exhaled slowly, lowering your hands to look at the infernal demon resting his head on your thigh. A smug smirk played at his lips as he watched you grapple with voicing your desires. “I want you to…”

“Yes, my sweet little wife?”

You twitched at the nickname and exhaled, trying with all your might to steel yourself and tell the damn demon what you wanted, but it was so hard. You weren’t a prude, but there were certain things you’d never voiced aloud, your sexual desires being one of them, and it was clearly coming to bite you. Alastor seemed more than willing to entertain your desires, but why couldn’t you say it?

You’d survived emerging in Hell and being fought over like the last slice of pizza before finding sanctuary in this pit. Surely you could tell your new husband that you wanted your-

“Aww, pretty crybaby,” his voice cooed out. You hadn’t realised you were crying from frustration until now, and Alastor had moved to sit up and delicately began lapping at your tears with a sinful tongue. “Is my precious girl having trouble with her words?”

You sniffed, wiping away the remnants of your tears, staring balefully at the redhead who seemed to take immense pleasure in your struggle. He only cooed at you in response, probably finding your glare adorable as he cupped your face in his hands.

“I’ll tell you what, sweetling,” he pecked your nose, and you scrunched your nose in distaste, but Alastor didn’t seem to mind. “Just this once, I’ll hold off on the teasing, but next time, I expect you to fully voice your desires. Understand, baby?”

You nodded meekly, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, “Good. Now let’s begin.”

A yelp escaped your lips as he pushed you down to rest on the mountain of pillows; though you didn’t have time to scold him, his teeth grazing at your inner thighs was reason enough to stop the air in your lungs.

The Radio Demon set a pattern of gentle bites and nips along your inner thighs, punctuating them with soothing licks when your legs jolted a little harsher than normal. You didn’t know what to do with yourself right now; you couldn’t look away from the redhead nestled between your thighs as his ministrations made your core pulse with need and your pussy moisten in anticipation and excitement as he moved closer to his goal.

Soon enough, he was nosing at your pussy through your panties, inhaling your scent salaciously through the thin fabric.

“If you want me to stop, tell me now, or I won’t be able to hold back.” His voice was husky, dripping with need that sent sparks of arousal to your loins and crimson to colour your cheeks again at the sight of such a usually well-put-together man addled with lust without having tasted you yet.

Though a part of you would never admit it, seeing what your body did to such a powerful demon sent a thrill coursing through your body.

You nodded your assent timidly, and the demon’s ever-present grin turned lecherous as he returned to his focus.

His claws shredded the only barrier between your most sacred place and his lecherous gaze, and you tensed as he inhaled your scent.

“Perhaps I shall say grace just this once,” he growled, and you squeaked at the unholy thought. Alastor didn’t seem too bothered by a verbal response or reaction, merely dipping his head and beginning to press kisses and lap at your opening. You slowly let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

His sinful tongue probed at your folds, waking your pussy up and lapping at your juices, moaning into your pussy at the taste. You’d jolted a few times, almost kicking Alastor in the dick once, which led to shadowy tendrils loosely holding your legs down, not tying you down firmly, but loose enough that you didn’t feel constricted but also didn’t risk hurting Alastor when you inevitably jolted again.

The room was silent save for your shaky breathing and the obscene noises that escaped the demon as he opened you up, tongue and teeth making a mess of your pussy that was dripping with arousal that Alastor was more than eager to lap up.

You didn’t know how long had passed since Alastor had started, but he was taking it slow for your sake. However, that sinful tongue was talented enough to make you whimper, and despite being in uncharted territory, you knew something had to give – crying out when his tongue, at last, breached your inner walls.

Your hands scrambled for purchase – needing something, anything, to hold onto as the demon devoured you like you were his last meal. You blindly grasped at the base of his enlarged antlers and tried to breathe.

He paused momentarily, the talented muscle buried inside stilling for the first time since he began, and you feared he’d pull away. Luckily, he resumed his efforts, moaning into you as your fingers curled around his sturdy antlers, your hips moving instinctively to rock against his face.

His fingers were tracing some sort of design into your thighs, but your mind was so clouded with lust that you couldn’t focus, and every attempt to parse out what he was tracing was thrown away by the movements of his tongue. That was a mystery for later because right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care, what with the Radio Demon practically devouring you from your pussy up.

You wouldn’t last long. You knew you couldn’t. Your defences had been lowered and practically stripped bare. Now here Alastor was, practically tongue fucking you as you babbled inane strings of words, too overcome with pleasure to form coherent sentences. Something had to give.

A shadowy tendril materialised to toy with your clit, circling the bundle of nerves and gently teasing it, making your breath hitch, fingers buried in tendrils of silky hair as tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes at such pleasurable sensations.

You were done for.

There was no way you could handle this for much longer.

Alastor’s tongue twisted and turned, practically making love to your walls while the tendril played with your clit, both coaxing you into the first orgasm of the night, a cry ripping from your throat as your thighs clamped around the Radio Demon’s head as you came on his tongue.

Your vision swam with stars, and you couldn’t hear clearly, almost as if you were underwater as the pleasurable tingles swept through your body, your hips bucking uselessly as you rode out your orgasm, Alastor's tongue continuing to lap at and coax your pussy into another rippling orgasm, your juices gushing onto his tongue.

Eventually, you came down from your high, releasing the demon from the almost constrictive grasp your thighs had on him as you fought to catch your breath. Alastor didn’t seem to mind too much, resting his head on your thigh and pressing soothing kisses to the nips and bites he’d left littered on your inner thighs, grinning up at you with remnants of your juices running down his chin.

That was so hot.

He moved to hover above you, pressing a sinful kiss to your lips, tenderly cupping your jaw as you parted your lips at his gentle probing, his tongue immediately invading your mouth and dancing with yours, making you taste your release on his talented tongue. You dripped at the taste and the sinful act of this sticky, cum-filled kiss.

Reluctantly, you pulled away, gasping and clutching onto him like a lifeline, your head swimming with what had just happened and all these new sensations, though Alastor didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed a little too smug at having been the first to give you an orgasm, and such a stellar one at that.

“Well, I’d say you enjoyed that as much as I did,” he hummed out, and you made a noise of agreement, too dazed to properly answer him. “Are you ready for the main event, sweetling?”

You looked up at him, seeing only lust and desire swimming in his darkened eyes, and timidly nodded.

He gently pushed you down, moving back to admire you, and it was only then that you noticed the tent in his trousers, with a wet patch staining the front. Had this man truly cum at the taste of you? You were too concerned with other matters to think more, your eyes fixed fearfully on his bulge that was straining against the expensive fabric of his trousers.

Alastor didn’t seem to notice your concern as he stripped, and you swallowed nervously, only now registering how tall he was. Not only did he overpower you with his immense shadow and tower over you like a giant of myth, but his throbbing length pulsed with need, and you knew he wasn’t going to fit.

Alastor was humming as he rubbed his cock, coating it with his precum and seemingly not noticing your concern.

“Al… I don’t think you’re going to fit,” you uttered your concerns in a near whisper. The twitch of the fluffy deer ears atop his head let you know he had heard you, and he chuckled, smugness tinging his laughter. You flushed, not having intended to complement him or stroke his inflated ego.

“It will, my lovely little wife. I’ll make it fit,” he soothed, large hands smoothing up and down your sides comfortingly, “I swore I wouldn’t hurt you, and I don’t intend to do so, especially not on our wedding night. What kind of a husband would I be if I did such a thing?”

His question was rhetorical, but it did quell your concerns a little, and he directed your attention away from his member to his eyes, “I want your eyes on me. Focus on me, sweetness.”

Swallowing nervously, you kept your eyes focused on him, letting him draw you in close to nip at your throat before moving to your lips, humming softly. He was kissing you now, softly and slowly, clawed hands sliding up and down your sides, shadowy tendrils coming to peel away at the little slip you’d put on earlier, tossing it to the other side of the room with no care.

Part of you cringed at such expensive silk being treated that way, though all concerns were thrown away when he palmed your heavy breast and played with the peak, fondling it. At the same time, his lips pulled away from yours as he traced a path of bruising kisses and bites to your other breast, lavishing it with licks and kisses before taking it into his mouth, almost devouring it. Meanwhile, shadowy tendrils toyed with your clit, sending a tremor through you as arousal dripped between your thighs.

Almost reluctantly, he pulled away, red eyes cloudy with lust as he admired the bitemarks and light bruising on your breasts. His gaze met yours, a silent question of “Are you ready?” in his eyes, and you nodded, allowing him to push you back down.

Your fingers grasped the silken sheets below you, eyes closing as you braced yourself, already feeling the heat emanating from his cock as the Radio Demon guided himself between your legs.

It was a good thing that Alastor had prepared you beforehand; otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to take his length, gasping and instinctively digging your nails into his back, eliciting a hiss from him as tears trickled from your eyes at the foreign feeling of being entered.

Alastor was moving slowly, alternating between hushed praises at how well you were taking him and hisses of how fucking tight you were against your throat as he continued.

“Almost there, my sweet,” he murmured, sharp teeth grazing the juncture between your shoulder and neck, and your fingers tangled in those crimson strands as you held on for dear life while the demon pressed kisses to your throat in an attempt to distract you from the pain. “You’re doing so well.”

His teeth made another appearance by your neck, pressing in and biting down hard, eliciting a cry from you and a moan from him as your sweet blood filled his mouth, eagerly drinking it down and lapping at your wound like some sort of vampire.

What you hadn’t realised was that his bite only distracted you from him bottoming out inside of you, and you stared down at the point where both your body became one, your mind unable to comprehend what had happened.

God damn, he really had made it fit.

Alastor turned your attention back to him as he lapped at your tears, cooing out, “Pretty cry-baby,” as he did so, his cock twitching deep within you. Was he really getting off on your tears?

You didn’t have time to form a smart reply when Alastor rolled his hips, eliciting a moan from you, which you shamefully covered your mouth at, flushing crimson.

“Ah, ah!” he crooned, pulling your hands away from your mouth, “I want to hear every sound from that pretty little mouth of yours. Understand me, sweetling?”

You nodded mutely, making him purr at your compliance, “Shall I begin, my wife?”

“Yes.”

He started slowly, most likely to get you used to his size and these new sensations, which you were very thankful for; his pace only increased when you nodded your assent.

“You’re gorgeous, my little wife,” he praised, gazing down at you with lidded eyes, leaning in to hiss his next few words, “but next time, you won’t be so lucky. I’m going to cover your pretty skin with bites and bruises. Just you wait.”

That sent fire down to your loins, but you wouldn’t let his challenge lay unanswered.

Pulling him in, you nipped at his throat this time, “Who says I won’t be the one to leave you covered in my marks?” you punctuated your “threat” with your own bite to his neck, sending a full-body shudder through the demon as his eyes rolled up in pure pleasure.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetling,” he punctuated his words with a sharp thrust that left you gasping, his shadowy tendrils coming out to fondle and tease your breasts, making your nipples stiffen under their ministrations, while another came to play with your clit once more.

You didn’t bother verbally responding to him, opting to leave another bitemark at the juncture between his shoulder and neck before sucking a bruising hickey on his throat. You’d never done this before but figured that mimicking what Alastor had done earlier was good enough. You seemed to be doing a good job of it since the demon above you moaned wantonly under your ministrations, and his pace increased, practically hammering into your pussy.

At the same time, his tendrils squeezed and kneaded your breasts, and his teeth left more bites on your smooth skin, the sharp pain only enhancing your pleasure as babbles left your lips, your brain once again unable to form a coherent sentence from the pleasure.

“You naughty thing,” he hissed as you left another bite and hickey on his chest, and your mischievous giggles turned to gasps of pleasure when more tendrils attacked your clit, a molten feeling coiling within your belly.

“Al…” you gasped, digging your nails into his back, making him growl, “Al, I think I’m close, I can’t hold on-”

“Then let go, sweet wife, I’ll catch you.”

Despite the roughness of his tendrils practically torturing your clit and breasts and his cock battering your pussy, the gentleness and sincerity of his words were what sent you over the edge, and you bit down on his shoulder as you came again that night; your walls clamping down around his cock.

Alastor fucked you through your orgasm, spurring another out of you as he rammed your oversensitive pussy, making you cry out, gushing around him. It seemed that your orgasms spurred on his own as he relentlessly pounded into you, antlers growing in size before he finally sheathed himself inside you with a groan. A torrent of hot cum painted your insides white, which only spurred on yet another orgasm from your wrecked pussy.

The room was silent, apart from laboured breathing from the two of you as you fought to catch your breath and recover from what had just happened.

Your nails had been raking down his back, but now, you were content to play with the silky strands of his hair as you caught your breath, pouting when he pulled away to lie beside you, slowly removing his cock from your pussy so as not to hurt you in any way.

Your breath hitched in your throat again, seeing his creamy cum ooze from your pussy after he removed himself, his cock seeming to act as a seal to keep it within you, and the demon purred smugly as he watched his release exit your body slowly.

“Well, I think we should both get cleaned up now-”

Alastor moved to leave the bed, but something possessed you to latch onto his wrist, pouting up at him to stay, which he softened at, lying back down, pulling you into his arms and peppering your face with soft kisses.

“You were marvellous, little wife. I hope that I was just as good to you as you were to me.”

Sensing an opportunity to tease him, you shrugged, adopting a bored expression, “You were okay.”

Alastor mock gasped, lightly flicking your nose and making you giggle, “Such rude behaviour… Though if what you say is true, perhaps I should make it up to you with another round later?”

You giggled, lightly swatting at his shoulder, “I’m kidding! You were the best.”

Alastor purred at your praise, chuckling as you yawned, exhaustion suddenly setting in for the first time that night, “you should rest, sweetness. I’ll be here in the morning,”

You hummed, closing your eyes and burying your face into his chest. Your eyes fluttered shut as you listened to his heartbeat.

It was strange to think that Alastor had a heartbeat, but you were glad he did. The rhythmic beats lulled you into a deep sleep as the demon raised your hand to press a kiss to your hand and then to the ring that circled your finger.

His whisper of “Sleep well, my little wife” was the last thing you heard as you fell asleep as his clawed hands stroked through your hair.

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You had long since fallen asleep, face buried in his chest and legs tangled with his. Bruises and bitemarks began to show up against the colour of your skin, and Alastor took a moment to admire his handiwork.

Your delicate throat, shoulders, thighs, and breasts all had signs of his love bites and nibbles, not to mention the bruising that dappled your skin like delicate splashes of watercolours on a clean canvas.

You were the perfect canvas, and Alastor would forever be your loving artist.

You nuzzled into him, sighing softly in your sleep, and his smile softened. You were so precious, clinging onto him like a favoured plushie, utterly unaware of the darkness belied by his dazzling smile and cheerful demeanour.

Oh, how could he not love you? How could he not adore you? How could he not relish in such a beautiful creature bearing the title of his beloved wife?

Humming, he began to stroke your hair, sinful claws carding through silken tresses while shadowy tendrils dampened a rag and began cleaning the both of you up. It seems that you were quite the cuddler, especially when tired, and who was Alastor to deny you your wants?

What a dreadful husband he’d be to leave you all alone in your marital bed while fetching a damp rag to clean up. No, he was more than willing to put aside his notions of cleanliness and order to hold you all night if you so wished, and by the way you were clinging onto him, it seemed that you did indeed want to cuddle the night away.

Absolutely precious.

Your soft nature only reaffirmed that his actions were correct. You’d be devoured in an instant if he hadn’t been there to protect you, guide you, and corral you into his arms. Such an innocent soul as yours was a commodity in Hell, but you were unique. None had seen such a pure soul down below, and Alastor doubted there would ever be such a heavenly soul like yours in Hell again.

Indeed, it was an easy decision to pursue you, just like other Demons did – each tempting you with treats and wealth and power in exchange for your soul, in exchange for ownership of you, or outright trying to kidnap you from whatever sanctuary you’d managed to find and parade you around as the star of their menagerie or empire, a crowning jewel even…

Alastor didn’t blame the others; you were a diamond in the rough, and his blackened heart quickly fell for you after observing you through his shadows. You were too sweet, soft, and innocent, a true prize primed and ready to be plucked.

Oh, but he’d gotten there first.

The Radio Demon couldn’t help but smirk, twirling locks of your soft hair around deft digits and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Alastor hadn’t needed to demand your soul in exchange for protection; he was much more gentlemanly than the other brutes who lusted after you, offering subpar protection for your soul. But Alastor was the right choice; he offered his protection in exchange for your hand in marriage, and while you were… resistant to his efforts and proposal, a quick visit to a jinn under his control dealt with that, prompting your mind to be less resistant to his advances.

Oh, but you fought. He’d seen the tears in your eyes under your pretty veil, the pause in your vows, the slow pace down the aisle… but Alastor finally had you.

And what a pretty bride and prize you made!

All his.

Glancing down, his smirk widened at the scratches he’d left on your thighs while eating you out; the word “Mine” scratched into your pretty skin, but you were too preoccupied to notice it, and he really couldn’t help himself! Yes, you might give him the silent treatment, pout, or throw things when you eventually saw it, but Alastor knew you’d come around.

After all, you were his pretty little wife, and he had all of eternity to coax you into forgiving him.

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A/N: this was originally posted on my ao3 account but I'm putting it here too to get some traction - FYI you need an account to read my works

idk if it's clear or not, but Alastor went to a Jinni under his control to use it's magic to make you less resistant to him and the idea of marrying him, but your original feelings kept showing and you kept fighting back, such as the pause during your vows etc. that Alastor mentioned, and why you were warming up to him during and after the NSFW. I think that's the scariest and most yandere thing Yandere!Alastor could do - to use magic to alter/change your mind to be more accepting to him bc initially you were like HELL NAW and mans wasn't about to leave empty handed

I also almost kneed my tattoo artist in the face so that inspired a lil bit of this ejfisgdgejfisgdg0

Lmk what you think!!

Tagging @shade-pup-cub 👀

“Alluring and exotic beasts have been yet to be tamed. Hybrids one have yet to lay eyes on and play. Will you take up the challenge or let yourself be bitten?"

ABOUT: This is a collab all about hybrids that you won't normally see around or is rumored to be untamable. All hybrids are welcome in any shapes or form though! Because even the nicest looking ones do have bite to them.

This is a hybrid-themed collab for Tokyo Revengers only!

STATUS: CLOSED

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You must be 18+ to participate – an age in your bio is required. I will be checking. No minors are allowed.

The reader, character, or all of the above can be a hybrid. Any type of hybrid is welcome. Bonus points if it's an exotic one.

The collab will run up to February 14, 2022, which is the deadline but this isn’t a strict one so there’s no pressure!

There will only be 14 slots open!

Written works like oneshot fics are welcome! And drabbles too. No word limit or minimum!

Repeat of characters is allowed but once it reaches two, it won't be available anymore.

Content rules:

Smut and dark content are all welcome as long as they do not contain the following: pedo/philia, in/cest (blood-related), sc*at/vom*it, and promoting hate.

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The hybrid must be a hybrid. Bestiality is not allowed.

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💋MASTERLIST:

I. unicorn!wakasa i. - @ranilingus

II. THE MESS WE MADE - blackpanther!haitani brothers - @manjiroscum

III. MISPLACED TRUST - fox/kitsune!sanzu h. - @thewordfae

IV. DIH special - @fic-dumpster

V. snowleopard!wakasa i. & snowleopard! kurokawa i. [poly]- @iz-ana

VI. HUNGRY (FOR YOUR LOVE) - articwolf!inui s. - @s-shinichirosgf

VII. LOSE CONTROL - feralpuppy!kurokawa i. - @harufilms

VIII. WHITE RABBIT - bunny!kokonoi h. - @kazuwhora

XI. lion!sano m. - @festive

X. wolf!sano s. - @beware-of-the-rogue

XI. BURNING RED - ferret!kakucho h. - @manjiroscum

Satoru and Suguru having a competition over who can impregnate their sweet shared lover first, please?

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh my goodness???....you got my attention.

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - canon divergence; implied geto is still a jujutsu tech sorcerer - satosugu taking turns with you - kissing; making out - lotus (geto) + eagle (gojo) positions - breeding kink - scratching - multiple orgasms - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up, of get tf up) - cervix fucking - creampies - clitoral play (swiping) - pet names (angel, baby, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetheart) - humor - mention of drool + heavy depictions of come/semen.

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“Oooh—Haahh! Ohhh, God, Suguu, y’ feel so good…!”

“You feel good, too, princess...Hgghh! Shit, Y/n—“

“Yo, can you hurry it up? You know I’m not a patient guy, Suguru.”

Gojo sucks his teeth while watching you get it on with Geto. It was one of those nights when they’d come home and surprise you together. Usually, one would be assigned longer shifts or missions (that one mostly being Gojo), and the other would return home to eat dinner and sleep with you. But there would be those days when they’d arrive home in unison and try to do whatever they can to have you enjoy these rare moments with all three of you.

Sometimes, it would be Gojo taking you guys to some delicious café that sells parfaits that you’d probably like or Geto having the idea to have lunch at the park and enjoy the sun together. But, of course, there’d be those days when simply being inside the apartment, talking about each other’s day, watching a random movie, and then snoring while spooning would suffice. Because it doesn’t matter what they choose to do; all three of you being at the same place is always the best!

Tonight, however, was one of those nights where they’d pull you aside, drown you in kisses and gropes, and carry you to the bedroom for a more intimate occasion. For tonight, Geto and Gojo wanted to fuck you in the hopes you’ll be with child. And what better way for the two best friends to go about such an eventful issue than by a competition to see who can fill you up the most? 

Suguru has you propped on his crossed lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands kneading your asscheeks as you bounce on his cock and wail out his name in pretty notes. This was about the third round of the night, your cunt wet and filled with both Geto’s and Gojo’s cum. The fluids stream down with every jump of your hips from the base of his girth to his balls, the sounds of your union so filthy with the groans and moans that bounce around the bedroom walls. 

Geto sighs and burrows his chin into your shoulder. “Hahhh, oh, stop your crying, Satoru. You finished your turn and didn’t hear me heckle while you and Y/n were doing it.”

The white-haired man grunts with more complaints, to Geto’s dismay. “Yeah, well, I’m not the one who takes longer to finish,” he persists, even if his raven-haired friend frowns. “I don’t want you to be the reason my dick falls asleep.”

“Tch, what you should be worrying about is finishing too quickly when it’s your turn. You act like being faster is better…Heh, maybe you can’t handle Y/n better than I do.”

“You son of a—“

“Hey now,” you’re the one who mediates the growing childish tension between your husbands, turning your face to lock Gojo in a spell with your gorgeous, hooded eyes. “Be nice, Toru; it’s Sugu’s turn now, so you can have me however you want when we’re done here, okay?”

Like a heart-struck fool, pink shades creep into the helix of Gojo’s ears as he happily complies with your request. “Okay, my princess.”

Geto rolls his eyes at his friend’s display; what a total loser. As if he has room to talk because once you turn back to face him and kiss his cheek, his breath hitches. “Come on,” you whisper. “Don’t let him ruin your fun.”

The dark-haired one chuckles before claiming your lips with his, “Wouldn’t dream of it, angel.”

As you two kiss, you rock your hips more to create a steady rhythm on top of Geto. His girth stretches your vagina nicely, and with his pulsing veins, you can feel them rub on the velvety texture of your inner walls. It’s good that the pace is at a respectable tempo, allowing you to feel him at your wits and pleasure truly.

But the best part of this position is how easy it is to stimulate your clitoris. Every time you rock your hips against Geto’s, the bulb rubs against his body and has your frame jolting. It feels so fucking good, having your cunt stuffed with his girth member and graze your walls deliciously while your precious button is being pressed.

The pacing soon goes in sync, his subtle thrusts as you bounce your ass on him while kissing. Your mewls are taken by his hungry lips, sucking on your tongue to evoke more cute noises, your hand coming to the back of his head to massage and grab strands of his onyx hair. He’s so romantic with you and your body, the position making this intimacy so much more personal. Your chasm frequently clamps on his cock when you pull your waist up, making the man below you hiss at the grip.

He breaks the kiss, “Shit, you tighten around me so nicely…”

“Really?” You giggle, laying more kisses on his cheek and ears. It sends shivers down his spine. 

“—Khhh, damn it, I can’t...” Suddenly, Geto thrusts upwards in a faster notion, and you scream to hold on quickly and follow his cadence. “Fuck, you feel too amazing, sweetheart…!” You can’t reply to him appropriately; your only responses are narrowed down to high-pitched whines and squeals. His hands wrap around your back to keep your body close as he chases his climax, his hot face melting with the sweat of your shoulder while he pushes his cock to meet your cervix. “Hmng! Hmmnn, I’m gonna cum, baby…!”

“Ohooo, me too, Sug’ruu, me—Tahhh! Ohhh, Jesus…!” Your clit keeps bumping onto Geto, your nerves getting activated with every rut. Shaky moans leave your puffy lips, and your hand scratches his back at every jab of your delicate cervix. You bring him in for another kiss – this one a lot more rushed and steamy – and your orgasm hits you both from the erratic speed of your hips.

You two sigh heavily into each other’s mouths, your body sinking into Geto’s gentle hold as his cock ejaculates his semen into your throbbing slit. His hands massage your back while his pelvis rolls to grind his dick and have your walls clench onto him more.

With a soft sound, you remove your lips from his, smiling gently while you brush his bangs off to view his left eye. “You love to finish strong, Sugu.”

He chuckles before kissing your nose. “Can’t help it if you drive me crazy, my love—“

“Alright, round’s over!” 

Before Geto knows it, Gojo’s already on the bed, yanking you off his best friend’s lap and laying you down with your back to the sheets. He voices his discontent, trying not to appear too upset. “Excuse you? Can’t let me have a moment?”

“Nope!” He shoves a middle finger to Geto’s face, and the black-headed one almost pops a vessel. “I practically went limp after watching you two for so long. So obverse from the side and let me have my fun.”

“So annoying,” Geto mumbles under his breath, yet the milky-haired one chooses not to listen with a huff and places all his attention on you.

“Now,” Gojo turns to you with half-lidded cerulean eyes, a smile beaming too much that his dimples show up. He spreads your legs to evince your messy chasm; Geto’s come spilling down to the crevice of your butt as he massages your inner thighs. Fuck, so fucking nasty, it had him bite his lip. “You ready for more of me, baby?”

You titter, bringing your legs up your chest and spread to a V-shape. “Yes, Toru, thank you for being patient.”

He snickers while pushing his glans to meet your soapy folds, humming when the excessive come lubes your labia sufficiently for his cock to be inserted. The hug of your walls makes him moan, and you jerk as his left curve scratches the plush itch. “Fuuuuck, so warm and tight for me, baby.” 

His arms support your legs in the air, and the position allows him to initiate with slow thrusts. Your purr at his movements; the curve has you howl with every push, stretching your pussy when he propels himself into you and rubs the upper wall of your vagina. Oh God, feels so fucking good…

You peer to where his dick is plunging into your cunt, silently awing at the mussy display of cum ringing around the base of his shaft and stringing to where your folds are. Holy shit, you chew on your bottom lip and move a hand to finger your clit, silently howling at the swipes you dance around your bud. “OhhhGod, hmmmm, right there…”

Gojo looks down and sees what you’re doing, and he chuckles, “Shit, you enjoying yourself, pretty girl? Hmm?” He ruts into you with sudden haste, and an abrupt hit to your cervix has you almost choking on air. “Like being filled up, huh?”

“Ahhh, y–yesss, I lov—Mmmph!!” He grinds his pelvis down, drilling his length deep inside to scuff your smooth walls. “I love y’r dick so much, Satoruuu…!”

“Awww, look at you playing with yourself,” the view excited him more, increasing his speed to pound into you. You cry out at the poke of your cervix, clamping onto him in response. “Ahhhh, there it is,” he coos while adding more weight onto you, making his rocks precise where he wants to hit. More shrieks fly out your lips, “Wanna be bred so bad, princess? Want me to fill you up again?”

Your head aches, ears ringing from the sloppy sounds of his dick rutting inside you, his balls smack your grundel with every push. “Ahhnn, mmoohhh, ye’sss,” you whisper.

“C’mon, angel, let me hear you.” Gojo places his forehead on your sweaty one, azure eyes examining your expression in a haze. “You want—Nnngh! Fuck…Want me to fuck a baby into you, yeah? Make you a mama? ”

“Yess, ’Toru, yesss!! Give me y’ur babiess, make me all fat and full!!”

“Heh, good, pretty girl; so good for—Khhckk!! Shit, shit, I’m gonna cum…” He brings his lips to yours, moaning to the kiss with you while his hips turn up to a volatile rate. Your whimpers are sucked and drunk by him, your eyebrows furrowed from the cyclical hits to your cervix and rubbing on your silky tunnel.  

Your arms come around to his shoulders, beckoning him to deepen the kiss as your body gets ready for the orgasm that hits you like a train. Trembles climb up your frame, whines muffled, and drool slips out your mouth down to your chin. Your cunt contracts around his length, milking him into his own release and filling you with his essence, adding to the pile that squelches and trickles down to the sheets beneath you. 

Gojo nibbles on your lip as he pumps every last bit of his load into you, his tongue twirling with yours until he removes his face from yours. He smiles, dimples greeting you with disheveled strands of snow-white hair sticking to his forehead. Too distracted by his charm for him to sneak in more harsh thrusts to your aching frame. 

You gasp aloud, “—Ohooo! Satoru, nooo! I’m too sensitive nowww..!!”

“Mmmm, sorry, princess,” an apology with a smile doesn’t match, placing a kiss on your forehead as you wail for him while he ruts into your vulnerable slit. “You just feel too good, can never get enou—Owwww!!”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Witness to the entire thing, Geto smacks Gojo with a house slipper before pulling him off you and throwing him to the side. The blue-eyed man looks at the other with an annoyed face. “I should be asking you the same thing, you psycho; what’s with the assault!?”

“Did you forget? Your turn is up,” indigo eyes narrow with a dark glint. “So why are you still moving?”

“Oh, quit yapping, giant earlobes! Can’t a guy squeeze in a few more before I get off…Or what, you scared I’d make them pregnant first? Your frail soldiers can’t compete with mine, is that it?” 

“Hah, you tell me, blue-eyed snowflake; you’re the one still trying to fuck into them like you’re afraid your load isn’t enough. Poor guy; can’t be a sore loser too early, now.”

“Choke on my dick!”

“You first.”

The two bicker back and forth while you observe, unable to find the right cue to intervene as you’re still in a daze. You sit on your side, feeling the liquids inside you exit your frame and slide down your thighs.

As they fight, you remember that you had forgotten to tell them that you took a birth control pill earlier today after they texted about returning home together. It wasn’t until after dinner that they said they wanted to try and fuck and fill you to the brim, practically dragging you to the room before you could utter a word to them about the contraceptive.

…Oh well, surely they don’t mean to have a baby right this moment. Plus, there will be other times! So, for now, you watch your husbands argue before you while shaking your head with a smile.

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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A Miserable Night-Damian Wayne x Addams!Reader Blurb

Word Count: 901

Summary: A little bit of fluff set in the soon to be established Addams!Reader universe. Damian is aged up if you can’t tell btw

Warnings: Actually none I’m pretty sure...I don’t think there’a even any cursing in this one which is crazy, but lots of fluff, also possibly some ooc moments but idk it’s my fic and I can write cuddling if I want to

A/N: okay so I’m gonna make an actual series out of this but I was just too excited and I had to write this. Also: picture the 60s Addams Fam here, the universe is gonna be kind of a mishmash of different incarnations, but for the most part especially here be picturing the original show

Taglist: @panic-attheplace (If anyone else wants to be tagged in this series or any of my other writing Please let me know, and if at Any point anyone wants to be removed don’t feel bad about letting me know that either)

“Titus, what a surprise,” You greeted as you walked into your bedroom, the large dog sitting at attention just inside the door. Of course you weren’t surprised, as your butler had informed you that both your boyfriend and his dog were there, but you didn’t want Titus to think that hon were unappreciative of his presence. You reached out a hand, allowing him to lift his paw and drop it against your palm. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you nodded to him, “At ease, buddy.”

He made a little noise in response and hopped onto your bed, immediately curling up and dropping his head to drool on your velvet duvet cover.

Pausing, you grabbed one of your designated throw pillows for this very matter, clucking your tongue at him quietly until he lifted his head and you could slide the pillow under him, giving his ears a scratch once he laid his head back down, “There you go, you brutal little monster.”

“He’s going to get spoiled because of you,” Damian stood in your doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

Scoffing, you stepped towards him, an accusatory finger pointed his way, “Aren’t you the one who bought him a thousand dollar dog bed?”

He scowled in response, pressing a grumpy kiss to your forehead before settling onto your bed himself, leaned against your backboard with his legs crossed in front of him.

“The silent treatment,” You followed suit, flopping down next to him and throwing your legs over his lap, “Very mature from the man who snuck into my house because he was lonely. I think you’re the spoiled one, darling.”

Although Damian’s scowl deepened, he threw an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him, “It’s not the silent treatment, and I didn’t sneak in. Even I am not sure that I could get past Lurch.”

Letting out a quiet laugh, you nodded, “Fair enough. So it’s not the silent treatment, and you didn’t sneak in, but you are here because you were lonely, huh?”

“What?” Damian spluttered quite uncharacteristically for just a moment, shoving your shoulder half heartedly, “As if. I’m here because Titus wanted to visit. I didn’t even know you were going to be home.”

You shoved his shoulder back, “Is that why Lurch told me that you called to ask when I’d be home before you came over?”

As if on cue and before Damian could argue, you heard a heavy handed knock against your dooframe, followed by a low grunt as your butler ducked his head to look in the open door, great and heavy eyebrow raised in question.

“Come on in,” You nodded to him, giving Damian’s hand a squeeze, reassuring him that he didn’t have to pull away from you.

Lurch approached the bed, letting out another grunt as he reached out to stiffly Titus’s head, who responded with a nearly identical noise.

Face twisting into a smile, the butler straightened back up, his gravelly voice tinged with warmth, “Telephone for you Mr. Wayne.”

Although you started to stand so that he could get up, Damian squeezed your hand back, and once you paused he spoke, “Did they say who’s calling, Lurch?”

“Your father.”

“Let him know I’m busy, please,” Damian smiled, and Lurch nodded, giving Titus one last pat before he turned on his heel and exited the room.

You pressed a kiss to Damian’s jaw, not able to hold back a smirk, “You’re busy, huh?”

“Well your uncle stopped me on the way in and told me that your family is having a little moonbathing session tonight. Thought maybe I’d join you,” He laughed warmly, “If you think the family will have me.”

Another knock thumped through the air, although this one didn’t come from your doorway, but rather from the box attached to your wall. You paused, both of you looking at it, and the dismembered hand who lived inside pushed his little door open, giving you both a thumbs up before closing the door and disappearing once again.

“Thank you Thing,” You straightened up, turning back to Damian, “You’ve got the family vote. But...are you sure? Do you really want to moonbathe with us?”

“I’ve heard it’s very restorative.”

Damian was well liked by your family, but they’d always thought he was a bit odd. He didn’t much like to take part in your family traditions usually, but now bere he was, here he was telling you that he wanted to join, and before you could stop yourself you threw your arms around his neck, pressing kisses all over his face eagerly, “Oh, Dami! It’s going to be so fun, it really will be, and if you really want to relax then after the moonbathing you can try out the rack, and maybe even the press if Uncle Fester is in a good enough mood.”

He cupped your face in both hands, although whether this was a tender gesture or simply him trying deescalate your fervent desire to introduce him to all the Addams things he hadn’t experienced first hand over the years was hard to tell, “Let’s just see where the night takes us, alright, my love?”

“Of course,” You placed your hands on top of his, allowing him to lean forward and kiss you gently, quickly, sweetly, before you continued, “Darling, this will be such a miserable night.”