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I-I'm your Good Demon!

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PwP, Mommy Kink, Brat Taming, Humiliation Kink, Praise, Degration, Overstimulation, Thigh Riding

Nᴏᴛᴇ: First post of the year!! We've made it to 2024 and I promise this year will be full of smut and much more fandoms. So I think to celebrate the new year, let's go with a big bang!

AFAB!Reader x Mammon - I-I'm your Good Demon!

Now, was Mammon regretting his words from earlier? A bit but he couldn't really think much. But what happened for that to be his thought process? Well let's see:

You had been dating Mammon after he helped you get a pact with Leviathan, appreciating all the help and him even stepping in to protect you when his younger brother tried to attack you. And in return of that, you gave him love and attention that he always wanted.

He was always a good boy, while yes being greedy and spending his money, he made time for you and would always try to be the best that he can for your praise. Well most of the time he was like this. In some situations like now, Mammon was an absolute brat. Always acting like he was bigger than you and try to fool people that he's the one in charge in the relationship when the both of you know, it's you.

And that's what he was doing the entire day at RAD. Of course at RAD, Mammon doesn't want those lower demons to be teasing him about how weak he is to be falling for a human an he kept talking on and on about how he's not. "The human is weak, I have no idea what you idiots are talking about. I only stick with her because she begs me to do so." Now, of course at the same time, you we're walking with Beelzebub when you noticed your boyfriend and heard his words. You were pissed, of course you were! What did he mean that you beg him to stick with you.

"Ahem." You fake coughed and glared at the other demons and Mammon. When the Avatar of Greed heard your voice and turned around, he knew he was fucked when they were home.

It was late at night when Mammon had gotten a text from you, telling you to come into your room. He was a bit excited but also confused. Did he get away scot free from his words? He didn't know. You left him by himself once you went back to the House of Lamentation. You were sticking in your room and if you did went out, you didn't speak to him. That entire afternoon, Mammon was getting annoyed from being annoyed and tried to get your attention but nothing. So he left you alone, until now.

The demon had walked towards your room and opened the door when his eyes widened from seeing you naked and laying on your bed waiting for him. "H-human!! What in Diavolo are you doing!? What if it wasn't me who opened the door and saw your body?" He screamed a bit but closed the door and locked it so no one could come in. "Oh I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to be so delicate about being naked in my own room." You told him with a neutral tone and rolled your eyes before pinning him onto the bed, ripping his clothes off him except his boxers and sitting on top of his thigh.

"So, I beg for you to always follow me, huh?" You asked him with a sinister smirk while his purple eyes looked at you in shock and worry. "I-I didn't mean it like that, babe. You know how I am with my reputation." "Yeah I know... That doesn't mean you get away with that~ so right now you're going to stay put and watch. No touching me at all. And if I do feel a touch.. Then it's punishment time~" You gave him a sinister smirk as you slowly started to grind on his thigh, moaning softly while Mammon watched you in all of your glory.

Mammon was excited to see what he might get as a prize since he wouldn't touch you but in his own thoughts, he didn't seem to realize only five minutes after you had told him and started grinding on him did he press his leg against you more. He had snapped out of his thoughts when he felt you kissing his neck. "Finally, baby.." You whispered in his ear and he looked down to see his leg touching you, nervous for his punishment. "S-sorry Mommy.."

You adored what he called you. Mommy. He had done it unintentionally when you lost your first time together and it just stuck in private. "...I don't think you are slut~" You told him and smirked while sliding yourself down on his cock, moans coming from the both of you.

Mammon just watched you ride his cock endlessly, whimpers and whines coming from the Avatar of Greed. You were kissing his neck while riding him, feeling him stretch you out while he already looked like a fucked out slut.

You slapped his chest which made him moan even louder, his dazed eyes focusing on you once again while you bounced up and down his cock, grunts coming from you. "Keep your eyes on me brat~ I'm letting this get off easily for you~" You whispered in his ear while he whimpered and started throbbing inside of you. "I-I'm sorry Mommy! I'll try to be a good boy~" "I know you will baby~" You kept riding his cock harder for the next half hour until Mammon tapped your thigh and started begging.

"M-mommy~ c-can I please cum?~ I promise I'll be a good demon!" "Aww.. You're begging.. Just like you told those demons that I did~ honestly you're such a slut for thinking that you got away from this situation~ you wouldn't want people seeing you like this, now would you?" When you looked down at him and saw him blushing furiously while looking down at his sides, you got your answer right away.

"You fucking would!! You're such a damn brat and a hypocrite! You'd get off on those lower demons watching you get fucked by a human like me huh? Maybe I should just fuck you in front of them next time you say something like that~" You smirked and slapped his chest as he moaned and whimpered. "You want to be a slut so badly for me~ cum." You whispered in his ear and Mammon took it as a go ahead and stopped thrusting to cum inside of you.

"T-thank you Mommy~" He whispered softly and smiled at you while you smiled and started riding him once again. Mammon looked surprised and started moaning louder, covering his face a bit in embarrassment from his own whorish moans. "I-I thought we were done!~" He whined and knew he wasn't allowed to touch you so he just kept watching you ride his cock so easily.

"No we aren't~ why would my good demon be finished so quickly? Unless you aren't my good demon?" "N-no I am! The great Mammon is always your good demon!" "Then take it, baby boy~"

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁! find your favorite panties hidden in your best friend 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂'𝘀 drawer. his eyes widened slightly and he felt his cheeks heat up slightly. you turned to look at him, with an eyebrow raised and your lips parted. “i have no idea how that ended up there, i swear,” he explains awkwardly, looking away, knowing that he screwed up... or maybe not. otherwise, you wouldn't be riding his cock right now, with your panties in his mouth. his muffled moans sounded pathetic as he had his hands tied behind his back, restraining himself from touching you. “if you touch me, the game is over, gojo” you had warned him firmly as you made his cock feel so delicious inside your wet pussy. his pretty blue eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, looking up at you, while he was overstimulated to the point of tears. “fu' fuck' cum—” he stuttered and you automatically stopped moving your hips, gently cupping his face with your hands, denying him his orgasm for the fourth time in a row. he whimpers, closing his eyes. “oh, poor baby, wants to cum inside me... what a pity” you murmur softly. with a malicious smile, you began to move your hips again at a pace that makes satoru shudder and roll his eyes back, closing them completely... it will be a long night. “until I forget you stole my favorite panties, love”.

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>> bones and ashes

⚔️ sukuna x fem!reader | warnings for: violence, mentions of death, possessiveness (sukuna is as evil as they come so basically every red flag under the sun), non-con that turns into dub-con (Stockholm syndrome), mentions of virginity loss, anatomically impossible size difference (if u know what I mean), blood play, etc | around 5-6k words | also important to note that I absolutely assassinated the canon lore in some points but bare with me

Sukuna doesn’t really have the ability to love. But he thinks he gets close enough when it comes to you. Of course, in his own twisted, macabre way.

Sukuna isn’t familiar to the concept of fondness, let alone anything more profound or meaningful than that. He knows want, desire, possession, curiosity even. But none of those feelings have ever tilted towards the side of affection, nor does he want them to. They’re all narcissistic pulses that keep pushing him forward — towards more power, more control, more of what he can become. He’s not even fond of his own abilities. Arrogant? Perhaps, but not fond. He can’t be fond of something he knows is not at its peak yet, that would just be weakness.

And Sukuna is everything but weak.

He sees you in a cold winter morning and he does what he knows best: he takes. Takes your pride, your virginity, your blood. Takes you like he took the lives of the rest of your village, paints your skin red and watches as the tears wash it away. Sukuna takes and takes until you have nothing left to give, just like he has done countless times before and yet… this time, something switches.

This time, he decides to let you live. Trapped in a dark cell, of course, but alive regardless.

The days move slowly, and you learn to mark their passing by the loud, clanking sound of a metal dish being thrown through a cracked door. The food is mostly raw meet and, after a few days of disgust, you cave in and eat a little of it. Not enough to be satisfied, not even close, but enough to keep you alive for at least a few hours longer.

Sukuna comes by in irregular intervals, and you soon give up on trying to find a pattern in his visits. You know it’s him from the way the door creaks open even further to accommodate his size, and you watch as his large shadow observes your movements for a moment before he kicks the disgusting plate towards you. Most of time time he’s there, you force yourself to eat, afraid of what should come if you turn down his unspoken commands. Once he seems satisfied, he exits without a word.

There is one single advantage in being in a windowless, isolated cell: you can’t hear what goes on up there. You’ve heard enough the day that Sukuna came to your village — the shattering screams, the pleads for mercy, the babies crying, the sound of wood and bone breaking almost too similar to differentiate. You saw creatures beyond your realm and heard awful whispers and threats; held you family as they died and gave up as the snow beneath your hands became as red as the burning sky above. And you know enough about Sukuna’s legend to be aware that it wasn’t an isolated incident.

When evil incarnate arrives, there’s not much you can do but surrender.

Though, when it comes to the legends, you thought that his palace was more of a manner of speak than an actual location. Once again, though, you’ve heard enough legends to know when to stop inquiring about the details.

Sukuna comes in after a week with a plan and a cloud of amusement over his head — frankly, given the state you were in, he thought you would be dead by now. Your stubborn hold on life is as impressive as it is pathetic.

“You looked so small when I first saw you,” his thunderous voice breaks the silence. There’s no food in his hands this time, only the fire cracking behind his form. You’re sitting down on the cold floor, back against the wall, and you don’t even bother looking up at him. “You look even smaller now.”

You don’t answer, because you don’t know what to say. Of course you’re smaller — you’re weak, starving, lacking movement and sunlight. Every muscle in your body aches and the aftertaste of dried blood never leaves your mouth. Smaller is a compliment; you wish you were just bones and ashes by now.

Sukuna takes a heavy step inside the dark chamber. “I killed everyone you’ve ever loved that day,” he says, bluntly. There’s no amusement nor sorrow in his tone — it’s a neutral statement. He lowers himself to your level and, on the corner of your eyes, you see his four arms. He is so wrong, even in a physical sense. Like the scar of something that shouldn’t even exist. “And yet… you live. Do you want to know why?”

You sneer. “I wish you’d just let me die.”

He chuckles, and one hand meets the side of your head. His fingers dig into the dirty, messy strings and pulls on the roots. There are tears on the corners of your eyes but you refuse to let him see them. “That’s exactly why you’re alive,” he says. “I knew you were ready to die when I saw you — all bloodied up, on your knees in the snow. It was quite a sight.” Sukuna’s voice is a malicious whisper as he comes even closer to you — he smells rotten. The tongue that licks up your cheek makes you want to puke. He tastes you the same way as he did on the first day, and you have no idea what he’s searching for. “Tell me, why were you so ready to give yourself to me? Most try to plead at least.”

“Plead for what? Your mercy?” The sarcasm is clear through your tone. The words you mean to say are knotted in the base of your throat and the odor Sukuna reeks is making you dizzy; making you remember everything that came before this. “I— I didn’t have anything else to live for,” you stutter. “You killed… you killed my mother, my father, my baby brother… why would I want to live without them? Why would I humiliate myself asking for mercy from a creature that clearly doesn’t have any to spare?”

Through anger, you look up at him. His eyes are flames bursting through the darkness, and they shine as your words settle on his skin. “Do you only live for love, my little dove?” He asks. “What a purposeless life you have.”

“Do you only live for hate?” You ask back before you can hold your tongue. Somewhere in your mind, you know that he’s capable of unimaginable evil, but you are beyond the point of caution. “What a purposeless legacy you’re leaving behind.”

This angers him. The corners of his mouth twists as he speaks. “You people fear me. Even the strongest of sorcerers doesn’t dare to go against me.”

“I pity you and your ridiculous need for destroying what isn’t yours,” you spit. “And I hate you for keeping me alive. I hate you for everything you’ve done to me and to the people I love. And I hate that you even dare to come here and talk to me like I’m the smaller person for daring to care about something.”

The hands on your hair tighten and he pulls your face against his. Sukuna’s forehead is a furnace against yours, his eyes burn into your soul. “You little insect, I could kill you with a snap of my fingers if I wanted to.”

Your voice shakes but you say it regardless: “Do it, then, what are you waiting for?”

“No,” his answer is more cruel than death could ever be. And he knows that. “And you know why?”

“If you are keeping me alive to have your way with me, so be it, have it,” you say. The tears are obvious now. You wonder if he can smell how fearful you really are. “Violate me like you did before, I don’t care anymore, but just don’t keep me alive just to waste me away.”

His lips are touching yours now, but you can’t pull away even if you tried. Sukuna’s chest is heaving like he’s in the middle of a battle, his voice like a roar in your ears. “Then ask. For. My Mercy.”

“I w-would n-never…”

“Ask!” It’s a loud command that crashes against you like a wave. You sink like there is no adrenaline in your body to keep you afloat; the anger that moved you before is no longer within your reach.

The truth is clear: you’re human. He’s a curse — the king of curses, older than you could ever imagine; probably even more powerful than the legends you’ve heard. His eyes say that there are fates worse than death and you believe them. And maybe, just maybe, if you play by his rules, he’ll grow tired of you and let you wither away.

“P-Please,” you are sobbing now, tears falling down like a cascade. Sukuna licks them and hums in satisfaction, watching as you break apart into a mountain of hiccups and trembling limbs. “Please just… have mercy on me. I’ll do whatever you want just — please, stop torturing me like this.”

“Aw,” he coos. “Was that so hard?”

You want to say that yes, somehow, that took everything still left in you. You want to say that if he wanted to break your spirit, congratulations, he’s done it. But you don’t get the chance.

Sukuna kisses you with the same ferocity you expected, sharp teeth crashing against yours and tongue exploring your mouth with no prior warning. He groans as he tastes you — you, the blood in your food, the salt of your tears — and suddenly it’s all that he will ever crave again. You whimper against his lips as his two lower arms crawl up your thighs and hold onto your hips, pushing you against him as he stands up and presses you against the wall. You feel more caged now than you have felt these past few days.

“Silly little human,” he raps against your lips, then licks your cheek for more of your precious tears. He realizes how much he likes to make you cry. You wince and give out a little sob, which only makes him smile. Finally, his grip on your hair loosens. “What is my name?”

You blink, dumbfounded by the sudden question. “S-Sukuna…?”

He pouts. “Say it like you mean it or I won’t be so nice.”

“Sukuna,” you say more firmly this time.

“There we go, that’s a good girl,” he says. “See how things just work better when you don’t misbehave? Hm?”

You nod. He doesn’t like it. “Y-Yes, I see, I’m sorry.”

“Very good.” The hand that was on your hair moves to hold your face, and it’s so huge that you feel like it would crush your skull with one single movement. As the other two arms hold onto your thighs, the fourth limb squeezes your breast. “Now, this is what’s going to happen, my pretty little human,” Sukuna starts, “I will have my servants take you to my chambers. You will be washed, clothed, and taken care of. They will feed you proper human food this time, whichever it is that your heart desires. How does that sound?”

Sounds like a trap. “And, in return, what do I have to do for you?”

“What do I have to do for you…?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Sukuna,” you complete.

“There’s my perfect little girl,” he says. You hate that something inside you likes the praise. “You will have to wait for me there. Do whatever you prefer, but don’t leave my room. Any attempt at escaping or killing yourself will be futile, and I’ve already warned every single curse that your death will result in a much more dire future for them. So you will be brought back to me. And I promise I won’t be so nice.”

“I understand… Sukuna,” you correct yourself quickly. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

The hand on your breast squeezes tighter, and you bite your lip so you don’t complain. “I knew I was right when I brought you here, something made me spare you. Yet, I don’t know what it is just yet.”

Sukuna is a looming threat above you, his limbs trapping you, and his deep voice is like thunder about to break. You know why so many fear him — you fear him too. And the sooner you act like it, the sooner he’ll grow tired of you. Sooner he’ll realize he was wrong in bringing you into his fortress.

He smirks. “But I believe I’ll discover soon enough.”

- ⚔️ -

Sukuna’s chambers are as spacious and monstrous as himself — corners switching and adjusting like breathing flesh; furniture morphing into different shapes; the weird odor of something old; the feeling for something lurking. The large windows show a world between worlds; a reality that doesn’t seem right no matter how long you stare at it. His palace is in a dimension you can’t reach, and you give up on trying to understand it. If anything, the more you wonder about it, the more you shake under the weight of the sheer power it must take to keep it all existing like solid matter.

Your passage of time is morphed and unreliable, but you would guess that a couple weeks have passed by the time that you come to terms that, perhaps, Sukuna isn’t as easy to bore as you first expected. The fire in his eyes doesn’t seem to diminish as he sees you — if anything, his eagerness to have you all to himself only seems to expand — and the way he takes care of you makes you realize that he isn’t planning on letting you die anytime soon.

Life in his chambers is far more comfortable, you admit, but it’s a prison nonetheless. Still, you can’t say that you are mistreated. In his chambers, you are bathed and clothed, well-fed and pampered. You soon come back to your normal weight and the fatigue leaves your body; there is more space to move, more things to do. The curses that come to check on you seem to be strangely kind and human-like, though you know it’s out of fear and not out of worry, and they keep your mind occupied with several stories and legends as the days move on.

Sukuna is more absent than you would have imagined, conquering and killing as often as he can. When he finally comes to you he is clean, recently bathed, but you can still see he is fresh from a battle, some mindless corruption beyond the horizon that you would rather hear nothing about. There are shallow scars and deep cuts that heal unreasonably quickly; dried blood that hasn’t quite washed away and ashes beneath his fingernails.

You ask whose village he has attacked this time, but he says it doesn’t matter, because there are no survivors.

“I never leave any survivors,” he completes, kissing your forehead, “besides you, my little human.”

You don’t push beyond that information, but the feeling of being special, chosen, starts to blossom like a dangerous rose inside your chest. It stings and stings, but grows regardless, and you see yourself less able to fight against his possessive claims. You start to enjoy them. You start to wonder if life beyond those walls is worth fighting for when you seem to have everything you would ever wish for right here.

You can always tell when Sukuna is about to arrive in this world because the atmosphere switches into something darker, heavier. The air seems thicker and the clouds beyond your windows start to bleed into a deep shade of red. Sukuna returns with the apocalypse on his back, and, when he does, he uses your body as he pleases.

Like the room around you, there is constant change. Sometimes it hurts like hell; sometimes it’s pleasurable. Sometimes you wish it would just end and you end up crying in despair; sometimes you look at him like you might get used to feeling him inside of you. Some days, Sukuna is kinder, more patient, taking time to adjust you to his enormous size and even makes sure that you enjoy it before reaching his end; fucking you full of his cum until you can’t think of one single thing besides him. Other days, you know he is angry just by the way he walks through the door — and, in those days, you are left bleeding and bruised as he uses your body in every single way until he’s close enough to satisfied. That, on itself, can take a long, long time.

You realize that, during those violent days, he could use one of his curses to please himself, but he prefers to use you — because you bleed, you cry, and you suffer. As long as your pain exists, his interest is unwavering.

However, like everything else, you adapt, get used to it. Routine becomes familiar and you learn the tell-tale signs of his rancid mood; learn how to make it a little better and what things to avoid. You stop thinking about getting away — you don’t even have anywhere else to go — and start longing for his presence as he takes more time to come back home. Sukuna is warm, safe; next to him you know you are shielded from any harm. When he appears, no one dares to look or touch you, no one speaks until they are spoken to. Just by being in his gravitational pull, you are protected and no harm will ever come your way again.

Even if it hurts, you start hoping that he won’t get tired of you.

Sukuna, on the other hand, isn’t quite sure how he feels about it all.

It’s not love — he has gone over that one a few hundred times already, has marked off every possible scenario and imagined every possible feeling, and he is sure it isn’t love. To be frank, he doesn’t even think he’s capable of it even if he wanted to, he sold his soul too long ago to even remember how normal humans love. But if it’s not love, it’s something similar — a kind of tenderness, fondness. He has a soft spot for you, to put it bluntly. Though not in the typical sense.

Sukuna adores you like a painter adores his favorite canvas; like an exotic bird in a cage — he adores you with possession, obsession, with the knowledge that you can’t ever get away from his grip. He is fond of you in a way that he would murder anyone who would even dare to touch what is his; but would never set you free. He can hurt you, he can tear you into pieces and build you to his liking. Sukuna can kiss you or bite you; hug or break you, but it’s because you’re his little pet and no one else’s.

He is fond of the way you bend for him; the way you look at him with sheer adoration in your eyes even after he has taken everything from you. He is fond of the way that only he could kill you; that your small life is in his hands and you thank him for it. Sukuna is fond of the way your tight little cunt stretches so wide to take his fat cock; lives for the little whimpers you give out and the tears that stain his satin sheets when he finally allows you to cum for him. If he could crawl inside your soul, he would. If he could take it and eat it and have you forever, he would.

He doesn’t know why he craves you so much, but he knows that nothing else gives him the same high anymore.

So he keeps you.

It’s a heavy stormy night when he comes back the next time, and his room is only illuminated by a few candles and the lightening from outside. You’re in his large bed, looking as small as that day in the snow, and there is a touch of worry in your eyes that he doesn’t miss. But he ignores it.

“Undress,” he commands.

You rush to do as he says, throwing the faint fabric over your head. It falls to the ground as Sukuna walks towards the bed, his massive weight making it dip under his knee as he leans closer to you.

“My pretty little doll,” Sukuna muses. “Missed me?”

He always asks that. And your answer is always the same.

“So much, Sukuna.”

It’s more honest every time.

He hums, satisfied, and smirks as he pushes your hair away from your face. “I have something to tell you, and I think you will like it,” Sukuna says. You look at him with wide eyes as he settles over you, his four arms caging your body as you lay down. The mouth on his stomach open and closes, a large tongue coming out before it vanishes again — it always does it when he’s particularly excited. “Would you like to know what it is?”

You know he will tell you regardless. Like all the tales of his battles, he lives for the glimpse of horror in the back of your eyes. “Yes, Sukuna.”

“Seems like you are famous now,” he starts. You furrow your eyebrows. “Sorcerers are trying to save you. The poor little human girl that Sukuna took as a prisoner months ago.” He kisses your neck, then licks the skin. You shiver — months, it has been months then. “Two of them tried to enter my domain today, stupid little insects,” he continues. Another hand lands on your exposed breast, playing with your nipple. “You have no idea how enraged that made me, my little human. To have someone try to take you away from me; to try and to enter my domain and take you from me.”

His voice turns into a growl by the end of the sentence, and you feel the familiar pulse of terror running through your veins. He’s in a bad mood, that’s obvious, but there’s something hiding beneath that as well.

“What did you do to them?” You ask. “Did they get in?”

Sukuna chuckles darkly, and the hand that was on your breast now settles on your clit, massaging it softly. “I took care of them, my sweet thing, of course,” he says. Your breath hitches at the slow pleasure of his movements, and your eyes flutter shut. “No one will ever take you from me.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” you say without a thought. In your heart, you feel it’s wrong. But without him, you have nothing. “I’m yours forever, Sukuna.”

“I know you are,” he answers.

Sukuna holds you by the throat as he kisses you — not enough to suffocate you, but enough to make you a little dizzy. Your eyes cross mindlessly as his tongue invades your mouth; a deep groan coming from his chest as he tastes your lips. He always kisses you violently, possessively, like he wishes to suck your soul out of your chest. Beneath his size you can only shrink and hold onto his large biceps, the wetness between your legs growing as he takes what is his.

He pulls back, ignoring the string of saliva that connects you two. “Pretty little thing,” he muses, shoving his middle finger inside your mouth. “Suck for me.”

You do as he says and he smirks at the feeling of your pretty lips around his large finger. Soon enough, the same digit is invading your pussy, curling up so quickly that you see starts at your peripheral vision.

“Relax or it’ll hurt again,” he says — not like he cares about it. “I want you to remember tonight.”

“W-Why?”

“Because I’ll make sure that you’ll be mine forever,” he says, a devilish smile on the corners of his lips. “So no one can take you from me. No one would even try.”

Your breath is getting heavier, and you don’t even register what he’s telling you — he could do a billion things to you and you’d still let him. The time spent only in his company made your resolution vanish, and you became exactly what he wanted you to: another possession for him to do as he pleases. Because of him, you have nothing else. Besides him, you have nothing.

“You’re not cumming around my finger tonight,” he says and quickly removes his hand from your cunt. You whine at the sudden emptiness, walls spasming around nothing, but you know better than to protest. “It’s going to be around my cock, you got it?”

“Yes, Sukuna,” you say.

“Good girl,” he muses. His lower arms move to undo his pants as his mouth attacks yours once again. His sharp teeth drain blood from your lips and he groans at the metallic taste; drinks the little sob of pain you let out. “You’re all fucking mine. Forever,” he growls, “I’ll make you live forever with me.”

Months ago, that would be torture. But now, “It sounds like heaven, Sukuna,” you say. “I love you.”

Your vision falls to where his hands are working. His cock is massive, bigger than your forearm, balls swinging out of his shorts and falling heavy under his shaft. Your entire body tingles in anticipation as he strokes himself, aligning his cockhead with your opening. “Tiny fucking cunt,” he curses, rubbing it against your soaked folds. “I’ll train you to take my cock even better than now, kitten.” Your mouth falls open as he starts to push in and it hurts — no matter how many times you’ve taken him, it always burns. “Way too fucking tight for my fat cock, you know that?”

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll do better-“

He chuckles. “I fucking love it.”

In one strong motion, he shoves himself as deep as he can, pressing against your cervix as you whine at his size. It isn’t fair — it’s so thick you can’t even breathe, you can feel him in your stomach, pressing and pulsing until you can’t think of anything but the sheer size of his massive cock inside your poor little hole. Your walls hurt to accommodate his girth, stretching as far as they can, but it never seems like it’s enough.

“It’s t-too big, Sukuna,” you whine. And it is. You know he must be doing something to your body so you can even be alive right now, because it’s not humanly possible to take such a big cock. “I c-can’t…”

His hand lands on your head and pulls at the roots. “You are my special little human, my obedient little girl,” he reminds you. His cock throbs inside you and you whimper, the small movement alone makes you drool. “You will do anything I tell you to do.”

You nod. “Y-Yes.”

“So when I tell you to take it….” He rolls his hips even deeper and you call his name so loud that you’re sure the entire world will hear it. “You’ll fucking take it.”

You don’t even have the ability to answer as he starts to pound deep inside your soaked cunt, hard and violent, as he is. Your vision is blurry with tears as you look down to see his massive cock bullying itself again and again inside your cunt, taking everything you have to give.

“Look at me when I claim you,” Sukuna warns and you do it instantly. Your legs wrap around his hips and he squeezes your ass so hard it will bruise. There’s a malicious glint in his red eyes that never quite goes away, no matter how much he tries, and now it’s deadset on you. “My precious little girl,” he calls, voice strained with pleasure. You can tell from the way his cock throbs that he is close, but it doesn’t matter. He just keeps going. “You told me you love me. Do you only live for love, kitten?”

“I live f-for loving you, S-Sukuna,” you respond automatically. “I live for you.”

Sukuna groans like an animal — he adores what a stupid little fuckdoll he has turned you into. He can never get tired of this; he can never let it get away. “You’ll die for me, kitten?”

You nod so quickly you get dizzy. “Yes, a-anything… I’m yours f-forever.”

He calls your name like he has never done before, a little insane, a little sweet. If the sheer size of Sukuna’s genitals aren’t anything to go by, he cums a lot — it oozes out of your cunt before he’s even halfway through, cock throbbing and leaking again and again until you’re filled to the brim. His huge balls smack against your ass as he continues to bully himself inside you, a little more desperate now, intoxicated by his own pleasure.

There’s no rest, there never is. He only takes and takes.

“I’ll make you mine,” he groans.

“I’m yours, Sukuna, I’m yours…” you repeat like a broken record, half-aware of your own voice through the loud moans and hiccups. You watch in ecstasy as he uses one of his sharp nails to cut the palm of his hand, blood oozing out of it and dropping on your breasts. It’s like you know what he will say even before he says it. “You want me t-to-“

“Drink it.”

Perhaps you should be scared, but you’re not. Your mouth opens without a second thought and he presses his large palm on your lips, muffling your moans and allowing the hot dark liquid to invade your tongue. Sukuna’s blood is thick and it tastes like poison, but you do as he says, liking his flesh and drinking it until he seems satisfied and takes his hand away.

It strikes your body like an arrow, straight through your chest and expanding like deep roots. You feel as his blood burns your insides, changing something in your very existence. It’s hard to think through the sensations — the pleasure building up, the venom running through your veins, the mixture of devotion and fear that dances inside your mind. Your vision is double, black around the edges, and you think you might be cumming but you’re not sure you can even feel your body anymore. Sukuna’s voice echoes muffled in the background, and you can see his mouth moving in slow motion, but you don’t understand his words. You think you are crying. You think you can’t breathe. You think you are dying and being born at the same time and you don’t know why you feel so grateful for it all.

Your lungs are on fire and your throat is dry. You try to speak, but can’t. You have the vague flashback of the time your uncle made you drink alcohol, it burns just the same, but this time, no one is laughing. This time, you’re dying.

“… at me.”

This time, Sukuna’s voice rings sharp and clear. You stare at him, confused, as the flames inside your chest slowly subside.

“Keep looking at me,” he repeats, commanding.

You try to nod, but your head doesn’t move. You can’t see the room around you anymore. “H-Hurts,” you manage to get out.

“I know,” he says, and there’s a touch of softness in his voice you don’t ignore. “Focus on me. I’ll make it feel better.”

And that’s what you try to do, even if your soul seems to be floating miles above your body. You look down at where he is still moving in and out of you, at the white-coated mess that drips from your hole and soaks your inner thighs. It doesn’t seem to hurt as badly now, like your body is changing to accommodate him even better — in fact, it feels like heaven.

You look up at him, dumbfounded. “I t-think I’m going to cum, Sukuna,” the words come easier now, and you feel like you can move again. Though, it still feels like a dream. “It’s so g-good.”

“Cum on my fat cock, then, make me proud,” he coos. You close your eyes and nod, trying to focus on the paradise that blooms between your legs. You feel every ridge and vein of his massive cock; hear the lewd squelching sounds of his cum leaking out of you. It comes to you faster than you would have imagined, washing through your body like a wave as you cry and shake miserably. “That’s my girl, fuck, there we go, that’s my perfect little girl.”

The spasming of your walls manages to milk more cum out of him and he groans loudly as he releases inside you once more. Sukuna cums so much it makes you breathless, filling you again and again until he’s satisfied and the sheets beneath you have no salvation left.

“There we go, take everything,” he says in a strained groan, “every fucking drop inside this tight fucking cunt.”

Sukuna looks absolutely insane above you — fucking his cock so hard into you that it seems like he will never have the chance again; eyes blown wide and his teeth clenched. You cum again, this time a little softer, as you feel his thick cock shoot a specially large amount of cum inside your pussy, and wait until he’s done using your body.

Eventually, he settles, pressing his forehead against yours and looking deep inside your eyes. The redness in them is shining like flames, watching every movement of your face.

“Feels weird,” you say. “I feel dizzy.”

He chuckles and removes himself from you. Another white-hot wave gushes out of your cunt, and he sits back to watch it drip. “There we go, it wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You swallow, your tongue is still numb inside your mouth. “It was horrible, Sukuna. I felt like I was going to die.”

Sukuna smiles and uses two fingers to push some of his cum back inside you. “I can promise you it was better than when I did,” he says, and you’re confused for a moment. “But now we don’t have anything to worry about anymore, my sweet thing. Those pathetic little sorcerers won’t want you.”

“H-How are you so sure?” You ask.

“Aw, my sweet, stupid little girl.” He pouts, condescending as always. “No one will want to save a curse now.”

Your eyes widen. “Did you…?”

“I told you.” Sukuna licks his own blood at the corner of your mouth. “You are mine forever.”

~*Grimmjow Smut*~

“One bed trope” & Rutting/breeding

The Quincy war had ended. Soul society had began rebuilding from the ruins, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Buildings had been rebuilt, the 13 divisions coming together in unity after the destruction and loss you all endured. The new head captain, previous captain of the 8th, Shunsui Kyoraku, had led the shinigami into the new world created. Along with the new found peace, soul society had gained some new recruits. One of them being the former Espada, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

A brutally gruff man with a lethally short temper and a thirst for battle that rivalled that of Captain Kenpachi. After his efforts in support of the war and the glowing recommendations given by war hero Kisuke Urahara, he had been granted a place in the goeti 13 court guards.

Unfortunately, due to your inability to say no and your constant need to appease your superiors, you had been landed with the gruelling task of "teaching Grimmjow the ropes" so to speak. The arrancar had seemed just as disappointed by this match up as you were. Arms permanently crossed over his muscular chest, he had spent the majority of the past three days of your journey glaring at you. Which was preferable to the snide comments and rumbling growls he otherwise offered you.

You couldn't wait to make it back to the Seireitei, the last leg of your journey should have you arriving back by late morning tomorrow. You would suggest walking through the night to end the painful silence sooner, if not for the angry black clouds rolling closer at a rapid pace. The temperature had lowered considerably, your brisk walking thankfully warming you sufficiently. You pulled the map from your sash, eye brows furrowed as you came to a stop and tried to figure out how far away you were from the inn you had reserved for the night.

"how much longer?" your unwilling companion grumbled from behind you. Fighting the urge to throw the map at his head, you concentrated on the markings.. it's going to be at least another three hours of Mr. Sunshine's radiant personality.

"Are you deaf, woman?! "  Grimmjow growled, testing your patience "How much longer? It's going to rain soon" 

Folding the map back up, you took your time placing it securely in your sash as the winds picked up around you. The fact that you were waiting until you were finished before addressing the crude brute, was less about the efficiency of securing your map and more because you enjoyed making him wait. "About three hours Grimmjow. Four if you keep wasting time bitching" 

"I ain't bitching! It's gunna rain! " he roared at your retreating back, you started back on your journey, not waiting to see if he would follow

"aww, is the kitty scared of a little rain?" You unkindly teased over your shoulder. You heard the rumble deep in his chest, clearly about ready to snap

"I ain't scared of nothing!" such eloquent grammar the Espada exhibited. "Damn bitch, can't you feel the storm coming? Fucking weak shiningami" 

"Listen, Grimmjow, the longer you stand there arguing with me, the longer we'll be stuck in the storm you're so desperately trying to avoid "  you turn to face him, started a little by how he looked. He looked frenzied. Blue hair sticking out as though he had been running his fingers through it. His skin looked clammy and flushed, face had a dull pink tinge, unlike the brilliant red you had witnessed during a screaming rampage. His arms tensed at his sides, bulging biceps trembling minutely as his fists opened and closed in tight fists.

His eyes looked wild. The brilliant blue seemed faded with an animalistic sheen. Blown pupils darted around erratically, avoiding looking straight at you. He must really hate getting wet. The fight left you at the sight of him. Sighing, you offer an alternative, as much as he was getting on your last neves, it really wasn't in you to be intentionally cruel, "there's a trapper shack about fifteen minutes up the side road. It won't be as nice as the inn, but providing there's no one there we should be able to survive one night" 

He clenched his jaw, offering you a tight nod. Taking the hint, you resumed your leading, teetering off the main road to follow the dusty beaten path.

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"you've got to be kidding me"

You weren't some materialistic princess, you could slum it with the best of them. Getting your hands dirty had never phased you. The state of the shack, however, was pushing it. The howling wind ripped through the barely held together shack, forcing its way through the rotting wooden slats. Every inch of the place was covered in a sheet of dust, the muddy floor held long forgotten footprints of past hunters. A sooty fire pit sat in the middle of the room, jagged rocks forming a wobbly circle, small hole in ten roof above to allow ventilation for the smoke.

There was a helpful pile of dried logs near the beaten door, clawing onto its hinges desperately. The one saving grace, as it had been pelting down with heavy rain the past ten minutes, the chance of you finding any dry wood outside was slim to absolutely fucking impossible. What made your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach, however, was the single bed pushed into the corner of the room. Thin blanket messily thrown over the questionably stained mattress, two pillows long since lost their plump plush. Two Tatami mats pushed against the opposite wall, probably stoping the wall from tumbling over.

"move" Grimmjow pushed his way into the shack, nudging your shoulder harshly. Shaking him self, not dissimilar to the way a dog would rid its fur of water. Grimmjow looked around the room, Unphased by the grimy appearance. He scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes. "Not up to your standards princess? "  he sneered in your direction, foot kicking the rocks around the fire pit. "Afraid you'll break a nail?"

You roll your eyes, refusing to engage in his snappy remarks. Closing the door behind you, silently pleading with it to stay standing at least til morning, you reached down to grab a couple of different sized logs. Stacking them near the fire pit, you pulled off your backpack, digging through your preserves to find your flint and steel and a pouch of dry kindling.

Kneeling onto the cold ground, you arranged the kindling into a loose pile, striking the flint and steel sending sparks into the bundle. When glowing embers caught, you lifted the pile to your mouth, blowing steadily until a small flame licked to life. Satisfied you began placing twigs into a teepee, watching as they caught light. Silently to built up the pile until a controlled fire crackled in the middle of the room, giving off its roaring heat.

Grimmjow had leaned himself against the wall, arms folded over his chest. Legs crossed at the ankles, he had been staring at you, watching as you created fire.

"No thanks Grimmjow, I don't need any help. Thanks for asking"  You sarcastically remark. The answering scoff you received at least let you know sarcasm was something even hollows understood. Too tired to cook yourself a meal, you pulled out some jerky and a pre-made rice ball for your dinner. Grimmjow didn't need anything to eat. While, you discovered, he could eat human food, he could also be satisfied by chomping down on smaller hollows.

That was a sight you wouldn't forget in a hurry. The animalistic way he leaped at the hollows you had encountered earlier in the day. Sharp teeth ripping into the flesh of the howling beasts with a sadistic grin on his face. Grimmjow swallowing those mouthful's of hollow flesh was something else entirely.

Banning the memory from your mind so not to completely ruin your appetite, you moved to sit on the bed, trying not to think about what that stain was. Grimmjow hadn't moved from his space as far away from you as the cabin allowed. Mindlessly chewing at your food, your eyes started to wander. His fingers had gripped into his biceps, the indents pushed into the flesh looked painful. He kept shifting his weight between his feet, crossing and uncrossing his ankles.

Your chewing slowed as you regarded him. You were in from the rain, drying nicely from the heat provided by the fire. So why did he look just about ready to claw his own skin off? Perhaps he was dreading the sleeping arrangements as much as you were

"so" you started the awkward conversation after swallowing the last of your light meal. He tilted his chin into your general direction at your conversation starter "how are we doing this?"

He jerked his head fully to you then, eyes widened "we ain't doing anything" his husky voice rumbled. It was your turn to tilt you head, this time in confusion

"sleeping arrangements? There's only one bed" you emphasised the point by tapping the bed below you. You see the realisation dawn on his face before pushing it away with a sneer. You couldn't fathom what he could've been so worried about

"pfft, you take it, don't wanna hear your bitching all night if you had to sleep on the floor." Grimmjow moved to the tatami mats leaning against the wall, throwing them unceremoniously to the ground with a thud. You were pleased to see they weren't hiding a gaping hole in the wall. Grimmjow fell backwards onto the mat, crossing his arms under his head and stared at the wooden roof.

Not letting the comment slide, you picked up one sorry excuse for a pillow, throwing it harder than necessary to flop anticlimactically on Grimmjow's stomach. You received a growl for your efforts. Throwing a couple more robust logs on the fire to ensue heat for hopefully the whole night, you felt confident to change into your sleeping gown and not freeze to death. While it showed more skin than your regulation issued shinigami uniform and as much as you didn't relish in the thought of rolling about on that dirty mattress all night with more on show, you hated the confines of clothing while you slept. You would just have to scrub extra hard in your bath the next day.

Locating your gown in your backpack, you climbed under the covers to change, folding up your uniform neatly and laying it atop your bag. Though it would've been easier staying dry in a shower, you snuggled under the blanket trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. The raging storm outside helped ease you into blissful unconsciousness, hoping that by morning the storm would've passed along with Grimmjows pissy mood

You wouldn't hold your breath though

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When your eyes snapped open way too soon for it yet to be morning, you had first assumed it was the storm still raging outside that had woken you up. You remained staring at the wall, not wanting to risk waking Grimmjow, less you wanted to deal with his moody ass at being woken. The fire was still breathing, judging by the heat at your back. You listened to the usual sounds of the storm, rumbling thunder in the distance, they ruthlessly pelting rain hitting the roof, howling wind whipping through the trees. Yet sleep avoided you.

That's when you heard the shuffle of clothes rubbing together and a throaty grunt. You roll your eyes, of course the bastard moved around in his sleep. You tried to force yourself back to sleep, but the noises never stopped. You could hear his knuckles crack as they gripped the side of the tatami mat, puff of air escaping the spongy padding.

He squirmed around noisily, small grunts and husky grumbles accompanying his heavy breathing. You sigh loudly, the room stilling. A pregnant pause followed. Pleased with the silence you closed your eyes again, trying to drift off.

A chesty rumble and a thump that sounded suspiciously like a fist hitting the mat had you flipping over, leaning up on your elbow to glare at the Espada "Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing?" 

"Nothing". He tightly snapped at you, lacking the usual hostility. He stared at the roof, refusing to look at you "go back to fucking sleep" 

"I can't, with all your moving around and grunting."  You try not to sound condescending, but really, who could sleep through all that racket. "What's the problem? Are you cold or something? I could put another log on the fire..?"

"Its rutting season" he growled out deeply, voice so thick and sticky he almost choked on the words... Rutting season? Oh. Oh  That'll explain the frenzied look he sported earlier. You were at a loss of what to say, what could you say? Shinigami didn't go through anything so animalistic

"can't you just..? Ignore it?" You ask, ignorance showing

"The fuck do you think I'm doing?" He snapped at you, patience clearly wearing thin

"making a fucking racket" you grumble back "can't you.. step outside.. take care of it?"

He snorted at your suggestion, legs moving around on the mat "damn shinigami, don't know nothing." 

"we don't have rutting seasons"  you reminded him softly

"It don't fucking work like that. Hands don't work. I gotta knot in a pussy" the crass wording had you sucking in a sharp breath. Not quite the civilised conversation you were anticipating, yet the next words sent a rush of heat rushing through you hotter than the fire itself "so unless your offering, shut the fuck up an go back to sleep"

Offering? To have sex with him? What an absurd notion. And yet... Grimmjow was good looking.. in a demented "I'll murder you and everyone you love" kinda way. Tall and with enough rippling muscles for three men. A cocky grin with surprisingly intriguingly sharp canines. While usually spitting insults, his voice was deep and sultry. And his hair, such an unusual colour, yet it fit him so perfectly.

It had been a while since you had indulged in that cardinal desire, your throbbing cunt attested to that. You could help him out.. if only to finally get some peace and quiet enough to go back to sleep.

"Alright, I'll help you" your voice sounded strained to your own ears. Grimmjow sat up suddenly at your words, staring at you as though you sprouted another head

"the fuck you just say?" Utter bewilderment filled his voice, lilt of eagerness filtering through

"I said, alright"it pained you to admit it, twice. "I won't be able to get any damn sleep until you stop moving around" 

Grimmjow pounced across the room, literally leaping through the air and landing easily on your bed. Feverish hands ripped off your blanket, eliciting a squeak of surprise from you at his eager haste. Rough large hands ripped your gown from your body, jagged line separating the cloth covering your body. You glared at him, for ruining your favourite sleeping gown. He payed not attention, throwing the scraps of ruined material over the side of the bed.

He had a crazed look in his eyes, taken over with the animalistic urge to mate. His chest heaved with heavy breaths as he removed his own top, you noticed how he didn't rip his clothing. Surging forward Grimmjow buried his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply. Your scent filled his nostrils, eliciting a rumbling deep from his chest. You cry out as he bit down brutally, sharp teeth sinking into the flesh where neck joins shoulder.

His hips bucked against your covered core at the tang of blood seeping through to his tongue, deep rumbling escaping around the mouthful of neck he had in his mouth, reminding you of the purr of a cat. A big fucking cat. Mercifully releasing you, he swiped a strong, hot lick against the wound, cleaning up the drops of blood pulled out. Seemingly finished marking you, Grimmjow pushed away his pants, large cock bobbing heavily between you. Your eyes went wide at the sight, throat drying painfully.

He was huge. While similar to that of humans, it was bigger than any you had previously seen, by quite a few generous inches. And thick, you wouldn't be able to close your hand around the veiny girth to touch your fingertips. You couldn't tell if the weight appearing in your lower stomach was from dread or lustful excitement at the knowledge it would soon be inside you.

Ignoring your inner turmoil, Grimmjow ripped your panties off you next, throwing the scrap of material to join the rest. Angry retort died on your lips as he surged forward, attempting to thrust into you

"wait!" You nearly scream, holding him back by planting your hands firmly on his chest, twisting your leg to cover your opening. He gave you a warning growl, hand gripping your thigh roughly to move it back from denying him access, crazed instincts telling him to mount. The punch to the jaw you delivered brought him back to his senses some what

"what?" He asked through clenched teeth, finally making eye contact

"you can't just force it in" you said pointedly, glancing down at the angry purpling head of his dick. He gave you a questioning look, head tilted to the side in a feline manor. "You got to get me wet first"

Grimmjow rolled his eyes, crawling down your body he crouched down to be eye level with your core, before spitting loudly straight onto your cunt. You felt the hot liquid hit you, and recoiled at the grotesque action. Your mind almost short circuited when he tried again to mount you. You planted a foot on his chest this time, pushing him back.

"fucking now what?!" he almost roared at you, getting frustrated at being denied what had already been offered.

"not like that ,you brute!"

"fucking woman! You said wet, that's wet!" He let out his frustration by pushing against your leg planted on his chest

"We aren't naturally wet inside, Grimmjow. We need to be stimulated by foreplay,". You spoke to him slowly, like teaching a child "you need to use your fingers or tongue to stretch me, your dick will rip me otherwise " you begrudgingly add, he definitely didn't need the ego boost of knowing he was very well endowed. He caught the meaning anyway, cocky smirk making a reappearance on his face. "Try and make me actually want to fuck you, for fucks sake" you add exasperated, flopping back onto the pillow.

This time you allowed him to remove your foot from his chest, letting it fall to the side, opening up your thighs. His wet, warm tongue suddenly tasted you in a steady lick up the slit of your cunt. You sigh, letting your eyes close to savour the feelings, letting yourself relax enough to enjoy it. He repeated the action, delving in between your folds a little more with every lick.

Grimmjow let his mouth salivate at the new taste, his animalistic side relishing in the musky taste of a mate. Letting his spit slide down onto his tongue to leave on your silky hot folds. A breathy moan escapes you, shooting straight to Grimmjows throbbing, neglected cock. He gave an answering growl, plunging his tongue deep into your depths, patience slowly but surly hitting their limits.

He needed to start rutting, and soon. Your own natural lubricant began coating his tongue, setting his tastebuds alight with the heady taste. Pushing his face in deeper, chasing the slightly salty tang, his nose brushed against something that made you jerk below him with a loud moan. He pulled out of you, lower face dampened by his sloppy work, in search for what made you call out.

At the top of your dusky pink cunt was a small protruding bump, inquisitively, he brushed his finger against it. Another moan ripped from you, back arching from the bed, thrusting your hips up encouragingly. Grimmjow rubbed against it again, getting the same reaction.

Not letting up on his thumb pressing against the little button that had you bucking like a bitch in heat, Grimmjow shoved two fingers inside you roughly. He could feel your tight inner walls sucking around his fingers, clenching them tightly. Thrusting them in and out quickly, gaining hardly any give in your vice like grip, Grimmjow sped up his movements, practically punching his knuckles either side of his submerged digits into the soft flesh on your pussy.

You writhed beneath him, pleasure outshining the pain he inflicted on your sensitive mound. A steady stream of appreciative moans left your lips, turning into keening groans as he added another finger, stretching you out in preparation for his even larger phallic. Lost in a sea of contradictory feelings, you didn't feel your orgasm approaching until it crashed over you, pulling you deeper into a spiral of blind bliss.

Grimmjow felt the sudden gush of liquid on his fingers, getting pushed out messily by his thrusting fingers. First he sneered, assuming you had disgustingly wet yourself, pissing all over his hand. Until his sensitive nose picked up the scent, the same heady musk he had tasted from within you. Mouth watering, wanting to taste the tangy substance once more, Grimmjow removed his soaked fingers, going straight to the source to drink down the glistening wetness.

Lust filled fog lifted slowly from your mind, feeling Grimmjow greedily lap at your spasming Cunt, you tried to push his head away. Grimmjow possessively growled into you, gripping your thighs to stop you denying him his reward.

"Grimmjow" you called to him to no prevail, he ignored your voice, lapping at you hungrily. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging sharply. Like a cornered beast he pinned you to the bed by your wrists, staring challengingly into your eyes with a predatory look. His mouth was wet with your arousal, you could smell your scent on his chin as he tumbled above you in warning.

"Grimmjow," you tried again, submissively lowering your tone, whispering meekly. "You need to leave it wet, so you don't hurt me with your cock"

The mention of his cock seemed to remind him of the aching member hanging heavily between you. Releasing you with a huff, Grimmjow fisted himself, groaning at the full tug he gave himself. Lining up with your centre, he pushed in swiftly, burying himself as deep as he could go, stopping only when the engorged head of his dick bumped against your cervix. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, painfully stretching you beyond your limits. Your inner walls protested at the too big invasion, squeezing painfully around it.

Tears stung your eyes, mouth gasping to pull air into your lungs. It was too big, too much to handle. Grimmjow didn't allow you any time to adjust to the size, rutting his hips into you feverishly, cardinal desire to breed consuming his mind. You felt the burn as his rigid cock dragged against your walls, pushing against them unbending. Small sparks of pleasure tried to push through the overwhelming stretch, Grimmjow hitting every sweet spot mercilessly with each frenzied thrust. You concluded he was too big, too thick to miss, accuracy wouldn't be needed.

Grimmjows chest rumbled with a constant primal gravel. Pupils blown wide, the Panthera focused his gaze on the vivid bite mark on your neck. Powerful hips thrusted into you cruelly, chasing after his cardinal need to procreate. Dipping his head, Grimmjows lips found the swell of your breast, sucking the soft flesh into his mouth to clamp his teeth into. The cry you gave only spurred him on to leave his mark. The jagged tenth of his broken hollow mask scraped against your nipple, spike of pleasure burst through the pain.

At your whimper Grimmjow released you, deranged look in his eyes. You flinched when he lowered himself to your face, tilting your head to the side as a strained moan ripped from your throat. Half expecting another bite, your eyes closed, bracing for the new flash of pain. Instead of the sharp bite, you felt his tongue drag slowly up your cheek. The saltiness from your sweat flavoured your skin, Grimmjow hungrily sought out the delicacy, licking at your face protectively.

Rutting instincts being satisfied, the demented haze lessened enough for Grimmjow to filter through is own thoughts and wants. Seeing you panting beneath him, squirming in pleasure, face screwed up in painful bliss was a beautiful sight. But it wasn't what he wanted, what the alpha demanded of his willing mate.

The rough withdrawal of his dick had you gasping at the reprieve, legs fell flat to the bed heavily,muscles twitching in protest. The gap in the brutal penetration was short lived, however, when Grimmjow used his superior strength to throw you to your stomach. Equilibrium fighting to right itself, two large hands gripped painfully into your hips, forcibly dragging you to your knees. Round ass held in the air, glistening cunt on full display for his viewing pleasure.

The Espada slid his hand up the length of your back, cupping the back of your neck to push your face into the mattress. Pushing your hair away from the most delicate part of your neck, portraying the Vulnerable submission the alpha so desperately seeked. He thrusted his dick back into your dripping heat, claiming his mate.

Your back arched at the reappearance of his cock stretching you sinfully. Groaning with the wet slapping of skin meeting skin. Fingers dug into the fleshy part of your ass, kneeling the swell in his palms. Grimmjow had his eyes fixated on the way your ass rippled with every thrust, his cock disappearing into your hot, tight hole. Your wetness spraying out with every plunge, wetting his lower stomach and thighs.

The smell was intoxicating, addicting. Breathing deep he could almost taste the musky aroma, eliciting a feline hiss. His hands spread your ass cheeks revealing your puckered hole. Spitting loudly he watched as his saliva trickled down the valley between your cheeks, sliding over that hidden hole. Using a finger to gather the moisture, not wanting you to bitch at him again, the arrancar pushed his way through the tight ring of muscles.

You yelped at the sudden intrusion, spent body easily accepting the new addition as you laid heavily into the mattress. His brutal thrusts hadn't let up through his curious exploration, steadily pushing you further towards the most natural of highs. Grimmjows chest swelled with pride of having calmed both of your holes, muscles squeezing devilishly tight.

The heat encasing his cock was driving him wild, with feral intensity, the instincts to breed filled him. Slipping from your ass, he gripped your hips bruisingly, snapping you back onto his rutting cock brutally. The pleasure filled scream you have had his balls tightening. He could feel the knot forming in the middle of his dick, getting caressed by the tight velvety walls with each drag of his impressive length

"m'gunna fill you full of pups" he growled out, panting harshly "gunna fill your cunt with my seed" 

You scream out in pleasure, the knot forming inside you pushing against your already straining walls, rubbing roughly against your pleasure spot hidden away in your depths. "Your mine" the growled word's emphasised with increasingly powerful thrusts. A hand left your hip, wrapping it around your throat to pull you back into a painful bend. "My mate" 

Sharp teeth sunk into the back of your neck, latching on viciously. Hot pants forced through his teeth, heating up the bruising skin trapped in their hold. A bright light burst from behind your eyes as you descended into euphoric darkness. Violent tremors raked through your body as you convulsed around the dick forcing you into the most powerful orgasm you had ever endured. The strong hold on your neck the only thing keeping you from spiralling into the darkness threatening to pull you under.

The impossibly tight, the cunt surrounding his cock clamped down. Grimmjow erratically rutted into you in short bursts, knot no longer allowing him to pull out from your sopping channel. The knot snapped in a painful burst, seed rushing from him in blinding pleasure. The Panthera released the hold his teeth had on your neck to yowl loudly into the room. Hips stilling as his seed erupted inside you, filling you with his hot cum.

The lustful instinct to mate melted away at his release. Control over his mind filtered back slowly, allowing him to see the state he had left you in. Angry teethmarks sat proudly at the back of your neck. Slumped forward in his hold, your sweat soaked body hung limply, raggedly sucking in desperate breaths.

Laying himself across your back, Grimmjow Manoeuvered you both to lay down on the small bed on your sides. Knotted cock still buried deep inside you, Grimmjow moulded himself to your back, wrapping his arm around you protectively. On the brink of sleep you squirm, wincing at the pinch in your abused pussy caused by the pull of the knot keeping him in.

"stay still" his gruff voice held a semblance care, large hand soothing over the bruises left by his fingers on your hips "y'gotta let it go down or it'll rip ya apart"

Your body pushed to the brink of what it could take started to shiver, muscles periodically twitching as they relaxed. Thinking you were cold, Grimmjow grabbed the sorry excuse for a blanket, draping it over you. Head buried in your neck, Grimmjow soothed the marks left there with his tongue, methodically licking over the wounds, soothing the dull throbbing.

Arm wrapped protectively around you, slowly deflating cock nestled deeply within you, you fell into unconsciousness with Grimmjows cool tongue lapping at your skin. Satisfied you were cleaned up enough, Grimmjow tightened the hold he had on you, savouring the feel of his cock being warmed by your hole, full to the brim with his seed. Burying his head in your hair, letting your smell fill his senses as he joined you in sleep he so desperately needed, whispering a single word as he succumbed to the pull

"mine"

Edging and Riding Izumi Miyamura All Night

Pairing: Izumi Miyamura x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, cock riding, edging, begging, needy!Miyamura, sub!Miyamura

A/N: He so cute he makes me wanna bully him (affectionately!)

Miyamura has been whining and begging all night, his poor cock almost constantly hard, stimulated all the time by your pussy, your mouth, your hands, the toys you discovered he had. He was normally such a hard guy to get a read on, but now that he was on all fours, with you stroking him from behind, it was easy to know what he was feeling and what he wanted.

The tips of his ears turned red hot long ago, his piercings cold under your hot tongue, "Sensitive." He whimpered, referring to his almost purple tip, "I need to come. Please baby, I can't do this anymore."

"So you say but look at how good you're being for me." You stopped your hand, your point proven when Miyamura's proceeded to fuck his cock into it, seeking relief. "So good you move without me telling you to. You're so good Miyamura, so cute and handsome." You kissed his neck, moving down little by little as did your hand.

"Don't call me cute. It's embarrassing." Embarrassing or not his dick still jumped at the praise.

"Turn on your back for me." Your hands moved to his legs, pushing them up a little, his cock dripping cum onto his abs, "Yeah, you're really cute. I think cute guys like you deserve to come after all of this. Don't you? Do you deserve to come?" You waited for him to nod before you angled his cock down toward your pussy. It was at a good angle to ride it all the way.

His pretty blue eyes were all watery from overstimulation, he was perfect like this, under you, hanging onto your every word like a life line. His cock was also perfect for you, the perfect thickness for your pussy, made for you really.

"Ah, I can't! I can't hold it anymore. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Unexpectedly he wrapped his legs around you, almost sending you toppling down onto his and started fucking his cock upwards into your pussy. The sudden change in his demeanor made your pussy clench, he was always as his roughest after being edged for hours, "It's so good, so warm, tight, sucking me in, w-what do I- my hips won't stop!"

"Don't stop now, Miyamura." You cradled his head close, "Don't stop until I get every last drop of your cum." Even if it took him all night to get empty he would keep fucking you, teeth clenched, hands on your ass and taking, giving, letting you have everything of his like the caring boyfriend he was.

A/N: These are more for Canon Alucard… So don’t worry about some of the scenarios never happening, or maybe you should worry ;)

Also I’m ngl I got a bit lazy towards the end since I’ve been working on this for 12hrs straight

Also also- I accidentally made it sweet XD

Alucard NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The No Life King is also the Aftercare King, pampering you after every mind numbing experience.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Alucard’s favorite body part of his is his tongue, because he just loves to taste you; whether it be the sweetness of your cunt when he’s eating you out, or tasting the salty sweat that coats your body when he runs his long tongue across your skin during sex.

His favorite body part of yours would have to be your hands, even outside of the bedroom Alucard loves your hands. It’s because he knows what they’re capable of, he knows how easily your fingers can go from softly caressing his skin to effortlessly crushing an enemy’s windpipe.

He loved how you can gently run your fingers through his hair during innocent kissing, but if you’re not careful you’ll rip it out when you grip his hair at the roots during your orgasms.

The intense orgasms that only he can make you experience, because no one will ever be able to pleasure you better than he does.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Alucard kind of likes kissing after a blow job; it’s not that he likes the taste of himself- he doesn’t care much for it- but it’s the fact that he is the one that put the taste in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Alucard might not act like it but we all know he likes it when you unintentionally hurt him; whether it’s biting him, or pulling his hair, or scratching down his back and digging your nails deep into his skin to the point where he’ll have bruises.

But don’t worry, he’ll get you back for it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Is this even a question?! He has been around for SIX HUNDRED YEARS! Of course he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he knows exactly what he wants.

Though you have managed to surprise him with a few ideas

(I’m still debating on if human Alucard is/was a total man whore or not)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Alucard's favorite position to start out in is you riding him while he’s on his throne. He loves kissing on your neck and how you moan so close to his ear, and how his hands fit perfectly on your hip dips. But most importantly he likes seeing your face, so he can look into your eyes and how your pupils get so dilated when he fucks you stupid. He’ll say things about how you’re a queen and how he’ll share his throne… it’s a bit corny but cut the man a break

Then he’ll move you to a table or bed or flat surface where you’re on your back and he’s standing. It makes it easier for him to wreck your insides that way since he’ll have more leverage

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Alucard will sometimes make jokes beforehand in order to catch you off guard; making you all kinds of blushy and sending goosebumps across your skin because your thoughts turn dirty.

During sex though? Alucard isn’t necessarily goofy; yes, he will laugh as he teases and taunts you but that’s just because he likes you when you’re desperate for him. He loves it when you whine, beg, and plead for him to let you have the ‘honor’ of pleasuring him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Alucard is well groomed, keeping things neat and trimmed. Yes, the carpets match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When Alucard first starts out there is no romance, you are nothing to him. He will treat you like you’re only good for one thing- and one thing only- being his personal fuck toy. During this time your pleasure doesn’t matter to him whatsoever, but he knows that you get off of him being like this anyway.

After Alucard gets all the sexual frustration out of his system he can be the softest and sweetest man because he became a hopeless romantic after he gained feelings for you. He will tell you sweet nothings

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Well, this is also kinda a dirty secret of his… he jerks off into your panties.

You have woken Alucard plenty of times by shifting in your sleep, and a few of those times you rubbed your ass right against his crotch.

The first time it happened he didn’t know what to do because he didn’t want to wake you up. But if he doesn’t deal with it you were going to end up waking up anyway because there was going to be something hard against your back.

He luckily got out of bed without waking you and snuck off to the bathroom, his plan was to jerk off into some toilet paper then flush the evidence.

But of course there was none, so in a panic he looked for something around the bathroom that he could use.

Alucard spotted the pair of panties that you were wearing before he stripped you of them so you two could fuck in the shower and decided that would be the substitute for the time being.

He wrapped the soft lingerie around his now throbbing cock and began relieving himself.

By the end of it he realized that he likes using your panties when he is unable to use your pussy. So now any time he gets a hard on at an inconvenient time he sneaks off to your room and grabs a pair of your dirty panties to use to relieve himself if he’s able to.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh my… where do we start-

I guess we get the obvious ones out of the way; BDSM for one

Size Kink because he likes that you’re so small compared to him and he’ll tease you for it when you try to act all tough

Gunplay without a doubt but it’s not where he wants you scared of the gun, he likes it when you grind against it. Oh yes, he will fuck you- well he’ll have you fuck yourself- on the barrel of his 16 in” pistol. Holding it in between your legs as he watches you shiver as you rub your clit against the cold metal.

He praises; “you take my cock so well” “baby your pussy feels so good” “mmm, just like that baby” “you’re so beautiful when you moan like”

And degrades: “you whine like a bitch in heat” “I bet you like it like that, huh? I wouldn’t expect any less from a slut like you” “I know a dirty whore like you can take more than just that” “beg for me” “you’re such a messy girl, look at the mess you made on my fingers” “

And can do both at once: “Good job slut” “my pretty little fuck toy” “you’re so cute when you’re desperate for my cock”

Dacryphilia, and he will tease you about it; “you’re so pretty when you cry” “oh look, you’re so desperate for my cock that you’re crying for it”

He might have a small hand kink, it’s definitely due to being touch deprived for years but also because he likes seeing how violent you can be with your hands

Blood play (as a vampire) once again going back to his violent nature, plus I’m just going to use the excuse that blood play is just food play for vampires :D

He just likes see you being violent towards your victims because you might be the big bad wolf to them, but in the bedroom you’re as submissive as a puppy

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I think Canon Alucard would want to have sex in his room, it might be basic but he likes the privacy and it’s more intimate because nobody is going to hear you two. He is the cause of all those pretty moan of yours, so he believes it’s a symphony that only he should be allowed to hear

But some of my planned versions of Alucard? Oh honey… You poor little thing, he will fuck you whenever, wherever, and however (with consent of course) and you’re just going to have to put up with it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

This is repetitive but; seeing you fight or fighting you him turns him on so fucking much

Seeing you in revealing clothing- if you’re in a mini skirt you best bet he’s going to have you keep it on while he fucks you.

If he can get to your breast without pushing up the shirt, the shirt is staying on without a doubt.

That choker you have on? He’ll tighten it so you’ll have a bruise tomorrow and he can’t do that, he’ll just work his way around it to get to your neck.

Those sexy boots you wear always look better when they’re on his shoulders

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Alucard won’t ever let you blindfold him or tie him up because he doesn’t like the feeling of being helpless.

He doesn’t really like being underneath someone as said before

But somehow he most DEFINITELY doesn’t mind it when you have his head trapped between your thighs. Like the man won’t let you choke him but he’s totally fine with the possibility of suffocating between your legs though

Also you’re not allowed anywhere near his back door- I’m not going to spell out the reasons why because if you know you know

Also he absolutely will NOT have threesomes, or be a cuckold because he is waaaaay too possessive to even think about sharing. He won’t do it, not ever.

Nor will ever have you watch him have sex with another person because he could never bring himself to

No watersports or scat play, nor is he into feet, or DDLG, also he may like blood but he won’t ever deal with period blood

Alucard doesn’t like hardcore nocon.

He does love seeing you helpless beneath him, but he will never take it upon himself to ‘force’ you into anything. Alucard always needs verbal consent from you directly before he ravages your body.

And he can deal with you telling him ‘it’s too much’ or ‘too big’ or ‘it hurts’ and things along those lines, that’ll boost his ego.

But Alucard can’t deal with hardcore noncon… Logically he understands that if he were to just grab you up and have his way with you it’d still be consensual unless you use the safe word.

But emotionally he could never bring himself to do such a thing as: drugging you, or pretending to kidnap and rape you, or have you act like you’re in fear for your life.

Alucard just CAN’T do it.

And most importantly he will NEVER pressure you into something you don’t want to do, NOR will he ever keep going after you use the safe word.

Idgaf if Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’ has him being a rapist as canon. This is my fanfic and I’ll do as I want and I want Alucard to always be a gentleman until he gets permission to do otherwise

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Alucard likes giving more than receiving, it isn’t that you’re bad at giving head; you’re actually the best he’s ever had. But tasting you is a more rewarding experience for him, plus he loves seeing every little movement you make. He knows how to work that magnificent tongue in ways that never fail when it comes to making you weak.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Once again depending on the situation; though Alucard typically starts out with a fast and rough fuck to get out all that pent up anger that he experiences after dealing with people. Also he’ll wreck you when you’re bratty because somebody has to put you back in your place, and that somebody will only ever be him.

Then once all that anger is out- or when he’s decided you’ve had enough and you learned your lesson- he’ll be so soft and sweet.

Though there are days where he didn’t even intend to have sex with you- it kind of just happened- and those are the days he is slow and sensual from the get go.

It tends to be when one- or maybe even both- of you have a bad day and just want comfort from one another. It starts out with a hug and a kiss, then turns into cuddles in the bed with you both having barely anything on. You were in his button up and panties, while he was only in his boxers because that’s just how both of you sleep.

But that plan starts to go out the window when he pulls you closer and gives you a kiss, that’s followed by another kiss… and another, and another, and another… then next thing y’know Alucard’s asking for your consent and you’re giving it to him without any hesitation.

So he’s on top of you, softly kissing on your neck and gently thrusting into you, hitting your sweet spot every time. He tells you everything you need to hear:

“You’re so beautiful” “I am so lucky I have you”

And depending on how far along the relationship is Alucard will confess all his feelings during sex, because he can use it as a safety net and tell you “I only said it in the heat of the moment”

But he’ll confess by sayings things such as: “I love you” “you’re my everything” “I want you to spend forever with me”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like quickies, sure he’ll have one every now and then, but prefers to go until he can’t any more. And that’s a really long time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Alucard was around a long time before he was held captive in that basement, so he knows what he likes and doesn’t like. But he knows things have changed, so if you want to try something he’s down as long as it’s not you having any control over him and it’s not on his NO List

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Is this really a question? Alucard is a menace and can go from sunup to sundown, for days.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Most he has is blind fold and some restraints for you, but other than that he doesn’t have anything.

But you have toys and he’s not afraid to use them on you but he only does it to tease you though, to make you see how much you don’t need them because he can make you feel better than any toy you could ever find.

No toys are being used on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Alucard loves to tease, but also loves to get his dick wet. So the teasing happens until 1) he thinks you learned your lesson or 2) he can’t take it anymore. Then he’ll fuck you real rough and still manage to tease tf out of you while he’s railing you into next week

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Alucard isn’t too loud when he grunts and moans, but he will flatter you with that sultry voice of his. Though when he lets out that maniacal laugh it’s loud enough to rattle you to your core.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Alucard wishes he (or both of you) were human, because he wants you to have his baby and he’d have a breeding kink if it wasn’t for him not being able to get you pregnant.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bro is 6’5” so leave that up to your imagination

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Alucard has been pent up for years and hasn’t had any sort of relief. He thought he was over sex because he never felt the urge to ever since he’s been reawakened, then he fell for you and that all changed. Now sometimes all he can think about you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes he can fall asleep directly after because being in your arms is so comforting and reassuring. You make him feel ‘safe’ in a way, which is ironic because you’ll never be as strong as him.

Sometimes he doesn’t fall asleep until hours after because he watches you sleep. It’s not in a weird way though, he just gets caught up with taking in your beauty and he revels in the fact that he found someone like you.

Someone who accepts his flaws, and his past, and can handle all the Hell that he’s most likely going to bring in the future.

You put up with all his mood swings, but you won’t put up with his shit when he starts being a jerk. You won’t let him blatantly disrespect you, and have no problem- or fear- when it comes to standing up for yourself. Even if you’re dealing with a monster as powerful as him.

And you accept he’s a monster, a monster who you know has killed a countless amount of people and has no problem with killing more.

But it’s not like you’re any better because you’re a killer too. A killer that is almost as fucking crazy as him.

He knows there is a difference between you two though, you have more morals than he does, they’re twisted morals, but still morals.

And that's only scraping the surface. Alucard has so many thoughts that keep him up… it’s hard to believe that you have caused the ‘King of Vampires’ to have so many insecurities that it ain’t even funny.

“Oh you’re a greedy, greedy little girl, aren’t you?” with the man himself, Alucard 😈

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compulsion.

you never knew the true meaning of that word until you looked into Alucard’s eyes. they were vermilion, and seemed to glow against the dimness in the room. so deep that you lost yourself in them. even pinned to the grand coffin lid, with one of your knees brought to your chest, you calf bouncing haplessly against his broad shoulder, you were an unblinking, thoughtless object now, staring up into them, swept into his trance.

he hadn’t stripped you at all. rather, your panties had been ripped off without so much as disturbing your skirt that he invaded you from underneath. the way your sleeves slid down your arms, revealing more and more of your heaving breasts as your neckline sagged, well, that was from your body going limp at his command and conquering. if you weren’t so hopelessly locked on to his gaze, you might’ve watched how your foot bounced around haphazardly behind his wild, raven tendrils, or listened to the humiliating squelching of your needy sex as he drove a mighty cock into you in merciless, deep thrusts.

Alucard grins, wide and wicked. “Hm, you know, I am almost amused at you, little one. All of that screaming and thrashing when I first caught you.. but now?” his gloved hand grabs your face, holding it steady amidst how he jostles you. “You didn’t fight the compulsion at all. Not even for a moment.” he chuckles, a thick and devious rumbling in his throat. “So easy it was to snap your little mind in half. Although, I suppose, you didn’t have much to break in the first place up there, did you?” he teases, through his toothy grin. sharpened fangs peek out from under the devilish curl of his lips.

your jaw is slack, tongue threatening to hang out from your parted tiers, and you pant, like an animal. you make sounds that you’ve never heard yourself make. he croons at them all, his sharp eyes never once allowing you a moment to regain an inkling of your sanity as his thumb careens over your chin to delve into your mouth. pushing the pad of it against the fleshy inside of your cheek, he anchors it there, tugging at your lips. “Stay nice and quiet,” his own voice drops to a lusty whisper, one hardly audible over the vulgar slapping of your skin as he pounds you, “don’t make a peep. We wouldn’t want your boss to find out his ditzy, little maid was snooping through guests’ room when she thought no one was awake. Would we?”

even as he brutalizes you, ramming his cock deep, bumping your limit, you can’t elicit anything louder than ragged panting. you could feel every throbbing, mighty inch, your walls fluttering and spasming as they stretched around him, and your stomach twisted into tight knots, but he had commanded you to be silent, and your body obeyed. drool gathers on your tongue, dribbling slow from where it rests against your chin, fully limp, and splattering against your breasts.

“There we go.” he chuckles, seeing your demise scribbled all over your puzzled, obedient expression. “You’re an obedient airhead.”

“I’m… an… obedient…. airhead…” you gurgle the words back to him, verbatim, your lips struggling to form the syllables as his thumb tugs at them. but you felt the words, deep in your being. you knew them to be true. because Alucard had spoken them.

an evil howl of laughter escapes his throat, baring his teeth in pure delight, “Aha, exactly, my dear. Exactly!” his free hand embraces your sex, clothed fingers dancing over your swollen clit, and your breathing gets heavier, still. your muscles tense, and you clench around his cock. “And so sensitive, aren’t you? With a tender, little clit.” a dark brow quirks, “I would wager, had I allowed it, you’d be screaming when I so much as do this…” his fingertips brush against your button and then pinch it. his trance is too strong for your body to misbehave, but your insides clamp down harder, a gurgled whine dying at the base of your throat, your eyes still fixed on him. “I can feel you trying to cum,” he grunts, shifting angles to pound at you from a fresh perspective. you slide against the lid of the coffin until your arms and free leg dangles off it, breasts jiggling out of your dress as his ferocious drilling reaches a truly maddening velocity. you’re limp, head rolling around against the coffin, mouth open and drooling, and your body is crumpled up as this man, no— this monster, uses it however he pleases. “tightening around me the deeper I go, oh you are a greedy, greedy little girl, aren’t you?” he’s taunting you again, looking over you: a mass of obsidian, porcelain, and ruby in the darkness of the room. “Sneaking in to raid my belongings, and then taking my cock as deep as I can bury it in your fragile guts, and cumming from it? How delightfully pathetic you are! How filthy!” he snickers, fucking your limp body with reckless abandon. you merely stare up at him, your mind void of any thoughts except the one he speaks into it. “You can cum, greedy thing.” he permits with a chuckle, “And make quite the mess of yourself when you do. I’ll have you lick your taste off of my cock.”

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Gojo loves coming home to his apartment smelling like you. His penthouse always has a certain smell to it. Cleaning chemicals courtesy of his maid that dusts away the cobwebs while he’s out of town, and the deep floral scent of his cologne that you love so much. But underneath the artificial fragrance of wood polish and his signature expensive fragrance is something innately you. 

He can smell your perfume and hear your voice before he’s even kicked off his shoes in the entryway, mumbling through the lyrics of some song as the apartment warms with the smell of your cooking. Gojo has never been much of a chef, prefering to eat out or order in, and he’s never really bothered to buy proper groceries. His cabinets are filled with cereals and chips and his fridge is a rotating stock of sugary drinks and sometimes fruits if he remembers to pretend to care about a more balanced diet. Really he has people that buy food for him. His maid or someone else–he never really noticed their salaries leaving his bank account so it really doesn’t matter. They try to leave him with something proper to eat. Meat and vegetables, food that’s actually healthy. Usually he ends up tossing it as the meat spoils and the vegetables wilt but you’ve decided to help yourself to whatever he had left, standing over the stove armed with a pair of tongs. 

He wonders how long you’ve been here. Long enough since you’ve had time to make yourself comfortable and start cooking. He recognizes the shirt hanging down to your thighs as one of his, plain white and slightly worn–just the type of thing you’d like to steal from him because you like just how good he smells. It’s cute. You’re cute as you swing your hips to the song playing in your earbuds, tending to your cooking without a care in the world. He leans against the island that smells sharp and citrusy and smiles at your thoroughness. Already cleaned the counter to avoid those pesky uncooked chicken germs. You pick up each marinated piece with a gloved hand, fishing the cooked chunks out of the pan to be set aside. 

It’s heart wrenchingly domestic the way you’re always so diligent in the kitchen, attention divided between so many tasks at once. Your gloved hand mixes the bowl of uncooked chicken bits, trying to spread the seasoning on every piece because you hate eating bland food, while your other hand flips the pieces sizzling in the pan. It makes Gojo want to see you occupied even further. It’s mean to want it for you when you always whine about not yet, Satoru whenever he tries to bring up the topic of kids. But, fuck he wants to come home to you just like this with a baby on your hip and another, only a year or two older, hanging onto your leg as your pregnant belly bumps against the edge of the stove. His dick jumps, thickening with excitement at the idea of you having his babies, making you a mama. You deserve it and he knows you want it, too. No matter how much you whine and squirm when he says he’s going to cum inside you. 

Breathy whimpers of, Satoru, no! as you try to sound stern even when you’re bouncing on his cock, greedy pussy sucking him in as he pulls out to fill you with another deep thrust. You get to cream on his dick whenever you want, pussy frothing white rings around his base as he folds you up and fucks you good but he can’t even cum inside, not even once. He could be mean and make you take it, keep bullying your insides even after you cum until you’re crying on his cock and leaking his cum so he can laugh at the tears sparkling in your eyes. 

He watches your ass bounce as you dance, oblivious to his arrival. You’ve got those little black shorts on. The kind that cling tight to your curves and he groans, eyes rolling back behind his tinted glasses. You’re torturing him on purpose, you have to be. There’s no other reason for you to look so fucking perfect right now. You reach over to pick up a piece of lettuce, chewing on the edge of the leaf as you finally catch sight of him in your periphery. He watches you startle, lettuce leaf hanging from your mouth as your eyes widen. Like a goddamn bunny caught in the sights of a wolf. Soft cheeks and bright eyes as you smile and shove the rest of the lettuce into your mouth. 

“Satoru!” You beam at him like you’ve never been happier to see anyone in your life and it makes him melt, folding over the counter to groan his desperation into the cold granite. Fuck! He can imagine what your babies will look like. They’ll be chubby ’cause mama will feed them so well. Fat cheeks and pudgy little arms that’ll cling tight to you whenever you hold them. He wants to see your nose, your lips, your everything in their faces. He couldn’t care less about passing on any of his genetics when he just wants to make more little yous that reach for him when he comes home, little hands opening and closing in his direction while you smile and welcome him home just like you are now. 

“I’m making chicken.” You say, half facing him so you can tend to your cooking and look at him at the same time. 

“Uh huh,” he says dumbly because he’s not really listening. As sweet as it is hearing you tell him about your day he’s just focused on the shape of your lips and the way your nipples poke through the thin fabric of your–his!–shirt. He wants to get his mouth on them. Shove the shirt up under your arms so he can fill his mouth with your tits. He wants to see you squirming as you rub your thighs together, panties soaked as he tugs at your nipples. He wants to tease you with coy quips of “feels good, mama?” as he pries your legs apart so he can rub at your little clit and make you cum with his fingers in your pussy. You’ll be so good for him. Shaking and nodding, trying to muffle your voice behind your hand as you pretend you don’t like when he plays so messily with your chest, slobbering over the soft skin as his tongue flicks over the sensitive little peaks of your nipples. You like it. You love it. Always complaining but cumming the hardest when he’s messy with you. He’ll eat you out after you cum, fingers on your sore clit getting replaced with his lips as he sucks the sensitive nub into his mouth, teeth grazing softly, just enough to make you yelp and tug at his hair as he swallows down your slick. 

Gojo’s hard on is nearly painful in his sweatpants but you can’t tell as you remain on the other side of the island, oblivious to the way he’s palming at himself as you complain about one of your coworkers. Something about fucking up inventory and stealing commissions. 

“You can quit, mama. I’ll take care of you.” His voice is light with amusement but he’s dead serious. He knows you like working, like having something to do with your time. You have friends and a life, an apartment of your own that he absolutely loathes. Why can’t you just live here with him when he so clearly wants to spend all his time spoiling you. Spoiling the pretty little babies you’ll make with him. 

“I like my job, Satoru.” You remind him as you turn off the burner and carry the food over to the island. He hopes you’ll come sit down next to him and catch him touching himself. His cock is drooling in his pants at the mere sight of you. Instead you decide to stand across from him, filling lettuce leaves with rice and chicken and pickled vegetables before shoving the huge bite in your mouth. Your cheeks fatten and he leans forward to poke them, cooing over how cute you are. 

Cute mamas make cute babies and he knows yours will be tooth-rottingly adorable if you just. Let. Him.

“I can give you a new job.” He promises. “Being a mommy is a full-time job. I can make you a mama and you won’t have to worry about anybody bothering you. Promise.” He’s desperate. This isn’t the first time he’s asked and it’ll be far from the last. He won’t stop until you’re saying yes and he’s bending you over and filling you up how you deserve. You laugh, far past being annoyed that he’s so insistent. He imagines it’s hard for you not to find his desperation funny when Gojo Satoru has never wanted for anything in his life. Nothing but you, and now your babies. He wants them. He’ll wait for them. 

“In a little bit, Satoru. We’ve got time, we don’t have to rush it.” But he wants to rush it. And is it really rushing if he’s been thinking about it for months. Sure, you’re young but he wants babies. Plural! He wants to have at least three of them. Maybe four or five if you’ll let him. As many as he can breed you for. He’ll fill you up until you start begging for him to pull out again every time he fucks you and then he’ll go back to pouting as his babies get older with no new additions to the family. He wants a litter, a ridiculous amount. The kind of family that needs a minivan and maybe a nanny to help manage all your little babies. He has the money, you know he does. He can afford it but you’re just so mean and patient about it. Gojo can be patient but he really doesn’t want to be when it comes to you. 

He can never wait to get home to see you, can’t wait to get you in bed, can’t wait for your future together. He wants it now, now, now! but he lets you say no. Of course he does. He knows it’ll be a yes someday when you decide you’ve tortured him enough. You’ve already said you want lots of kids or else why would he even consider the thought. You’re so mean to him. Planting that thought in his head and letting it grow like a weed so now he’s always thinking about baby names and maybe buying a house with a big yard and a dog for the kids to play with. 

Fuck, you drive him insane. Smiling sweetly like it isn’t your fault he’s already thinking about nursery colors and the safest model of car. He’s a bit lax with looking after himself but he’ll make damn sure to take no chances taking care of his family. He eats the food you made, legs spread to relieve some of the tension as he watches you pack the rest of the food up and put labels on each container. It makes him think about packing lunches for school and he pushes away his half eaten plate to drag you to bed. 

He kisses you when you complain that he hasn’t finished his food, that he must be hungry ’cause he just got home and it makes his cock hard all over again. It went soft as he was listening to you tell a story about a rude customer while he mused about family safe pets and what to name them. That wholesomeness is gone in an instant as he sucks your tongue into his mouth, swallowing your protests as spit starts to leak from the corners of your mouth. Because how can you still be so cutely attentive when he’s been giving you pointed looks over the edge of his glasses, tongue poking into his cheek in the way he does only when he’s thinking about stripping you out of your clothes. You’re babbling about price matching and expired coupons while he’s trying his best to remind himself that he can’t knock you up and give you a new little person to take care of the moment he gets you in his dick. But fuck does he want to. 

And you’re not making it any easier for him. Pawing at his shoulders and asking what’s got him so worked up like you don’t just need to exist in his proximity for his mind to start melting into thoughts of giving you his cock just the way you like. The bed is made and he knows he hadn’t done it before he left and his maid wasn’t scheduled to come through until next Wednesday. So fucking perfect. Tidying the house and making food so he’d have something nice to come home to but he’s not supposed to reward you with his cum spilling out of your little pussy? Yeah, okay. 

“Need you.” He mumbles as he pushes you down on the freshly fluffed pillows. “Need you so fucking bad, mama. You’ll let me, yeah? I can have you, right, baby?” You nod, murmuring, “I’m all yours, Satoru” as he pulls your shirt over your head and shoves those tight little shorts down your thighs. You’re not wearing panties and he nearly creams in his pants at the way your puffy little pussy is already shiny with arousal. Just some kisses and sweet words and you’re already dripping for him. Gojo groans, feeling grateful to have you because who else could be this perfect for him. He tosses his glasses aside to look at you properly. All wet lips and eager smiles as you wait for him to take care of you in the way only he can. He’s sure you’re gonna kill him someday. 

He gets his mouth on your tits just like he wanted, groaning at the taste of your skin as he sucks on the pert little bud. Your breath hitches and the little sound would’ve sent him to his knees if he wasn’t laid out on top of you like a weighted blanket, leg slung over your squirming thighs as he makes a mess of your tits. Licking and sucking each one until they’re both wet with his spit and you’re shaking on the edge of an orgasm. He lets you have it, looking down to watch the way your thighs tremble pitifully as your pussy clenches around nothing. It’s fucking hot and he shoves his pants down his hips just enough to squeeze at his cock, flushed a deep angry red from how long he’s been neglecting it. 

Gojo groans against the plushness of your breast, breathy little pants puffing over your abandoned nipples as he jerks off like he’s never seen tits before. He cums fast, spilling over your tummy in short streaks. It’s pitiful but it takes the edge off enough for him to treat you the way you deserve. His shirt is tossed aside as he mouths at your tummy, licking up the mess he made so he can share his taste with you. He’s already half hard again as you suck on his tongue. He spits in your mouth just to hear you yelp and wiggle like you don’t get stars in your eyes when he treats you dirty. Your thighs are clenched tight, knees knocking as you try to find some relief in the meager friction. Gojo bullies your legs apart as he leaves hot, wet kisses down your body. Prints of his lips shining down your sternum and over the softness of your tummy. He takes extra time to love on it, nuzzling against you because that’s where his babies are gonna go. 

He can’t wait for it. The bump of your belly and swelling of your tits. He knows you’re gonna complain–rightfully so!–about your sore back and swollen ankles and he’ll be there to coo and cajole you into being nicer to yourself as your body changes to accommodate the new life you’re growing for him. He grinds against the bed as he noses his way between your legs. Your thighs snap closed around his head as he tongues your from fluttering hole to twitching clit and he moans. All he can smell, feel, hear is you as your hips buck up into his greedy mouth. 

Gojo throws an arm over your hips and you fall still immediately under his strength but he can still feel the little aborted shifts of your weight that make him laugh against your cunt. He thumbs back the hood of your clit and he makes a show of sucking hard on the little nub, watching your eyes flutter and back arch as you gush around his fingers. He doesn’t stop even as you cream on his tongue, slicking up his face with your cum. He pulls away with a lewd pop! and smacks his lips ’cause he knows how much you hate when he does that. 

His smile is shiny and cruel as his fingers hook against your gummy walls, still pulsing as he drags the pads of his fingertips over that sweet spot. Your lips part but you have no breath in your lungs to make any noise and Gojo wants to spit on your tongue again, let you taste how good you were for him. He winds your body tight, not giving you a break until you’re whimpering and trying to push his hand away, tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“It’s okay, mama, I got you.” He doesn’t leave you empty for even a minute, rubbing the wet head of his cock over your clit before pushing inside you with a hiss. 

“Gotta let me in, baby.” He coos when you clench too tight for him to push further. It feels so good the way you’re gripping his cock but he wants to be deeper. He’s only halfway inside and he knows you can take more. You can take all of him. His thumb finds your clit even though he knows it probably hurts by now, flushed and sore as he traces smooth circles over the swollen bud. 

“Satoru, s’too much!” You hiccup, trying to pry his hand away even when he’s being so purposefully gentle. 

“I’m being good.” He pants. “Treating her real nice. Just gotta let me in, mama. Let me in so I can fill you up how you want.” He’s lost in his daydream, imagining finally filling you up, making you take him and grow him a little baby. His free hand pets over your belly as he tries to get deeper with each shallow thrust. And when he pops past that last bit of resistance, Gojo fucking collapses. He buries his face in your neck and goes still. It feels like he’s fucking melting with all the wet heat milking his cock and it doesn’t help that he can feel your pulse fluttering against his panting mouth, and feel your hips trying to buck against him. 

“Please, please,” you pants helplessly. “Love you, please!”

“Mm, love you, too, baby. Gotta gimme a minute,” he laughs, pretending he didn’t almost break his promise and paint your insides white the second you let him all the way inside. You’re the one that wants him to be careful but you’re mewling and moving like you wouldn’t mind if he came right now, pressed right up against your cervix. He bites a bruise into your shoulder to distract himself before pulling his hips back to bully his way back inside with a deep stroke. 

He’s mean about it because he’s pouting. He can’t have what he wants even though it’s so close. He won’t push his luck but he can still be upset about it as he fucks you into the bed. His tongue licks up beads of sweat as they drip down the hollows of your throat, teeth worrying bruises over your shoulder because he knows you don’t like when he leaves too many marks on your neck. He’s so nice and attentive and has you absolutely wailing, nails digging into his back as your legs lock around his waist, but he still can’t have what he wants. 

“Please, mama?” He tries one last time as he feels you starting to pulse around him. Your eyes meet and he swipes a messy kiss that’s more spit and tongue over your mouth before he lets you answer. It’s the same “later, Satoru!” he always gets, yet he still can’t help but be a little disappointed as his balls tighten at the feeling of you cumming on his cock with a wail. There’s a sticky sound as he pulls back, webs of wetness strung between the two of you where you’ve turned his cock white with your drooling pussy. He almost whines at the sight, pressing back inside even as you shiver because he’s so close and this warmth will only last a few moments longer. He gives you long, hard strokes that drag out the last edge of your orgasm. 

“So mean.” You pout even though your legs don’t want to let him go as he pulls out. He leaves just the head inside you, stroking his soak shaft with quick strokes. It’s a dangerous game to be playing but he thinks he’s earned it by being so patient with you. He pulls out at the absolute last second, jerking off onto your stomach because if he can’t put it in there he can at least mark where he wants it to go. 

“Right here, baby.” He groans, leaning over you with one hand on your waist while the other squeezes every last drop of cum from his cock. “That’s where I’m gonna put ’em. That’s where all my cute babies are gonna go, right, mama?” He smiles and he knows it’s patronizing but you’re all too happy to indulge him. 

“Yeah,” you push your hand in beside his as he thumbs at your stomach. “Yeah, right there. I’ll keep ’em in there for you, baby.” 

“Yeah, you will.” You promised. Someday. Not never, just not right now. He’s still impatient but post-nut clarity has sort of straightened his head out as he curls up next to you. He bats your hand away when you try to wipe the mess of his cum off your tummy. 

“It’s gross.” You complain just like he knew you would but you don’t try again. His room has lost the scent of cleaning chemicals and cologne as the smell of sex seeps into every crevice. He can smell your sweat and the scent of your cunt and he’s content to go to sleep without changing the soiled sheets. He’s almost there, lulled by the even sound of your breathing but he still gets up to get you water and a washcloth. He hums in sympathy as you squirm while he cleans the mess between your legs, swiping through your sensitive folds with a careful attentiveness. He stares at the dry mess of his cum on your skin for a little while longer before wiping that away too. You sip your water and remind him to go finish eating and he nearly pops a boner again because you really don’t know how to turn off your charm. 

“Later. Promise I’ll eat later. Jus’ wanna lay with you right now.” He murmurs and slings his leg back over yours. You’re both naked now and slightly sticky from all the sweat but he clings to you anyway. Your fingers find his hair, nails brushing over his scalp gently as you go back to humming. Gojo can’t tell if you’re doing it on purpose or if you’re singing absently to yourself but he can’t help but imagine what it’ll be like to watch you sing lullabies to your babies. Yeah, later can’t come soon enough. 

hunny it was amazing but i do want a Dom gender neutral with sub brothers and over stimulating them~ your choice if you want to do it

Writing for all the brothers would be a pain in the ass so I'll just write for my favorites/the ones i have a very clear idea for!♡

Reader x Lucifer/Mammon/Leviathan

General Warnings: Overstimulation, butt stuff lol, double dick levi💪🏾

Section Specific Warnings: Handheld vibrators, bondage/Anal fingering and hand+blowjob, swallowing cum/Tons of cum, dildo usage

Lucifer

A chronic over worker. The moment you set eyes on him, you knew breaking him would be easy as-

One...

Two...

Three.

A sly smirk crossed your face as the eldest demon brother arched his back, eyes rolling and tongue lolling as he released a silent scream. His hands, stuck uselessly above his head, clawed at the mahogany frame of the bed, deep scratch marks accompanied by an ear-splitting noise almost covering the sound of his broken moans.

Almost.

As the final spurts of his fifth orgasm covered his torso, you drag the vibrator through the filth, up to his lips. Still cloudy minded, he licks his own fluids off the toy, and you laugh. "Faithful as a dog now aren't you? You'd wag if I asked right about now, huh?" Your laugh resembles a cackle this time; the ease of which you brought the avatar of pride to his knees is almost as amusing as the fearful look that unfogs his gaze when you turn the vibrator back on.

Slowly, you drag it down his lips, his neck. Unexpectedly, vibrant red swallows the black of his pupils, leaving two ruby like eyes gazing at you from beneath dark eyelashes wet with unshed tears. He gulps when you stop, right above his navel. The vibration slowly gets stronger; you boost it, one setting, then the next.

You dip ever so slightly lower.

He closes his eyes- you wish he wouldn't hide that excellent ruby color from you.

Another inch down, and it's powerful enough to reach the beginning of his cock now. He clenches his teeth, and you move slightly farther away as his wings begin to twitch more violently than before. Big as they are, getting hit with a feather or two is inevitable, but at this rate the whole wing would smack you in the face.

Its not a bad thing though- it's proof of his pleasure.

Teeth clenched so tightly they could break, you drag the vibe head in teasing circles around the base of his cock. The choked gasps drive you on as you watch his thighs twitch. His dick, spent as it is, still manages to produce tiny beads of precum that slide from his soft shaft onto the stained sheets.

Heavy breathing and the toy are the only sounds in the room.

'One last time, for good measure,' you think.

He seems to read your mind, and a panicked no turns into a screaming moan as you drag the max setting vibrator back up his cock, holding his stuttering hips down as you hold it to the head, letting precum splatter a bit more before he blanks, breaking the bindings that held him all this time in the process.

"N-no more. I under- fuck." It sounded suspiciously close to a weep.

You blink, rather innocently for your current position. "Do you really?" You twirl the toy in your hand.

A slurred flurry of yes's meet your ears, and you smile. "Wonderful." You tap his dick head again, all cheer and wonder now. "Now then, let's get you cleaned up! Shall we?♡"

Mammon

He finds it overstimulating when you so much as look at him. Touching him with purpose? He feels like he's-

"-gnna' die."

You stare up at him sweetly, the combination of two fingers in his ass dragging steadily over his sweetspot and you pumping him fast and hard making his legs a weak, shakey mess.

When you first sat him in your lap, a blush laid heavy in his cheeks. By now, the flush had spread to his quivering thighs, his leaking dick, everywhere you could and couldn't see. A glance at the clock behind him shows it's been an hour, and you smile.

Gaze drifting back to him, you say sweetly, "What was that, hon?"

He chokes on a moan, hips twitching up into your hand as another orgasm threatens to spill over. "I'm gonna die!"

You chuckle at his dramatics, but just in case, you check his body language.

Tanned skin slick with sweat and hot as a summer day pressed against you, close enough you could feel the push of his chest when he breathed. Short, heavy gasps on the shell of your ear sent shivers down your back. When you listened close, you could hear him whisper.

"Please, fuck, yes!"

Butterflies in your stomach. Your own eyes flutter shut, and you listen more. To his pleads for you to keep going, to the wet sound of him bouncing on your fingers, to the squeak of the couch that he'd drowned out long ago.

Fuck, he sounds so good. You need him- more of him.

"Louder, baby." You sound as breathless as he's left you.

He doesn't seem to hear you, though. In an effort to get his attention, you move to release him-

New found strength allows him to grasp your hand, his grip tight and desperate.

"No, no, no, no...." he cries, music to your ears, "please, please don't stop. I'm so close. I need you."

Emotion warps his voice, but you hear him perfectly clear. You chuckle, "If you still want more, I haven't fucked you hard enough yet." He gasps as you add a third finger.

He allows you to stop your administrations to lay him down, though not without whining.

Your eyelids flutter to halfmast, and in a voice silky and soft as the brand name clothes covered in his cum next to you, you say, "Watch me, Love."

He shivers.

Your tongue glides up his thigh, picking up some of the cum that sprayed there. Despite your directions, his eyes roll back as you lick his tip, and when you swallow him to base, his last thought before releasing down your throat is lost.

Leviathan

He's so easy to tease. Too easy, in fact. You've gotta catch him off guard, add a challenge to it! And while you're at it, why not add in a game?

"You're losing, Leviathan."

Headphones lost, controller strewn across the room somewhere, the game-loving demon had forgotten what game he was even supposed to be playing.

In your hand was a tentacle dildo, purple, long, and covered in rounded bumps that dragged against his tight walls in the most delicious way.

All fours in his tub, the drain was struggling to handle the massive amounts of cum his twin cocks produced. It had started to gain some height, his fingers being completely covered by this point. Each new shot splashed more onto the sweaty, exhausted demon's body.

"Did you hear me? I said, you're losing. For each loss-"

Cupping his throat, you drew his head backwards to look you in the eyes. The black of his pupils was void like, irises an unsettling orange ring around them that seemed to pulse with something dangerous. You swept his sweat-soaked bangs from his forehead, kissing the cleared spot and licking the salty taste from your lips. "-is another orgasm."

Fast; so fast you almost miss it, his pupils devour his irises total, and his tail unravels from his leg for your waist, damn near dragging you into the puddle of cum he sat in. His arms tremble hard and collapse as his cocks twitch once, twice, and release his heaviest load of the night. You watch with slitted eyes as his muscles spasm, enjoying the half-formed moans and squeaks that reach your ears.

Even as he cums, you don't stop your movement. Even as he sobs as his prostate is once again abused through his orgasm. The weak movement of his hips to meet your hand betray the fat tears that drip from beneath dark, pretty lashes.

You pause for the first time in what seems like hours, ignoring the desperate noise that leaves him as you get up.

Half formed thoughts wonder what you're doing, where you've went.

He's alerted of your return when you grasp his neck lightly to pull him up, leaving him sitting on the fat dildo you left inside him. "Here, Love. Play your game- your teammates were getting mad at you." He blinks slow, uncomprehending, before you put his controller in his hands. His sticky, cum-covered hands. He looks up at you again, at the smirk on your face, then back to the controller and the game being played.

And the only thing he can think is...

Fuck.

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A/N: i had something planned for Belphie too, but i couldn't execute it the way i wanted:((( this turned out way longer than i expected in the end though. Maybe its cause im writing at my usual time again! (Cough two am cough) anyways, sorry for the wait @lazari-zalgoid but i hope you enjoy anyways♡ love yall, happy new years!!

Also the way i wrote these you'd think Mammon was my favorite lmaooo

Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡ and this isn't spell checked lol its two am

beelzebub smut <3

cw: smut, cunnilingus, desperate beel <33, (consensual) somnophilia, cum eating (?)

minors dni please

you were sound asleep when beel stumbled into your room. he had accidentally eaten multiple of asmodeus's "special" treats and was feeling the effects hard.

he whined as he took off the covers from your body, almost cumming untouched as he saw you in nothing but his shirt and a thin pair of underwear. he let out a noise, akin to a growl as he quickly pulled them off of you and swiped a finger across your sweet cunt, licking his finger and moaning softly at the sweet, sweet taste of you.

normally, he would’ve woken you up with some attention to your perky nipples but this time he was so impatient, so he dove straight into your cunt. as his tongue began to prod at your entrance, your legs twitched slightly, closing a bit.

beel moaned as his senses were flooded with nothing but you. he grabbed your legs and kept them spread, his nose nudging your clit deliciously. the sounds of your moans made his ears perk slightly and he wanted nothing else but to hear your lovely pleads and moans. his grip on your legs tightened slightly to keep you from moving too much.

you shifted in your sleep until the pleasure got to be too much and you finally woke up. “w-what- ah!” your question was interrupted with a moan as beel’s tongue worked in and out of you.

“you’re finally up..” beel mumbled, pulling away before quickly attaching his lips to your clit and sucking a bit harshly. he inserted a finger into your slick and curling it into that spongy spot you absolutely loved.

you gasped as your back arched off the bed, making you grind your pussy against beels face and fingers, making him groan against you, adding onto the sweet pleasure. “f-fuck! beel, please~”

“please, what?” he said, looking up at you through his eyelashes, his cock aching as he watched your face contort from frustration to pleasure.

“need you, in me, please..” you whined out, rolling your hips trying to get more friction from the slow pace his fingers had set. to your dismay, he shook his head.

“no. need to taste you. please.” he whined, grinding against the bed as he took his fingers out and immediately replaced them with his tongue.

this time he ate you like a starved man who hadn’t eaten in days. the intensity made your legs shake and your hands found refuge in his hair, pulling at it which made him groan into your cunt.

the stinging made his eyes roll back into his head, adding onto the pleasure he was feeling. his senses were completely overloaded with you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. he kept whining every so often, his cock begging for release.

“beel, ‘m gonna cum!” you cried out, your back arching beautifully. you threw your head back against the pillow as you started panting. the pleasure was so intense it made you dizzy. your eyes became glossy as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“cum for me, please. want a taste of you so bad.” he groaned as his hips rutted against the mattress at the same pace his tongue was going, feeling his orgasm approaching as well. “come on, i know you can do it. cum for me. cum.”

at his words, the coil you felt in your stomach snapped and you came on beel’s mouth, letting out a loud cry of his name with a harsh tug on his hair as your legs closed around his head.

beel almost choked as he came, whining loudly against your sweet pussy and adding onto the pleasure for you. he swore he almost came again as he finally got a taste of your sweet essence.

you were staring at the ceiling, panting as you calmed down from the intense orgasm. any more and you would’ve squirted right on his face! (even though he wouldn’t have minded.) you were relaxed until you heard beel mutter, “more..” which made you lift your head to look at him to see him looking down at you like his prey.

“i want more. i wanna hear you scream my name. wanna hear that sweet voice begging for more.” he said as he leaned over you, his fingers slowly wrapping around your throat. it was then that you felt his hot and heavy cock nudge your very sensitive clit, releasing a whimper as you looked into his lust filled gaze.

You Eat Enchanted Pudding. 

Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon x Reader

A/N: I wrote this before the ‘hellfire syrup’ smut so if theyre similar that is why! I want to make my next smut posts smuttier so… bear with me </3 this was originally only for barbatos but then came mammon and luci heh

NSFW // SMUT

WC - 1.9k

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𝙮𝙪𝙪𝙟𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - you don't understand why your boyfriend won't come over while you're on your period. the secret he's been keeping from you surfaces as he's faced with the iron scent he loves - yuji is a vampire.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - vampire!yuji, aged up (mid 20s), somnophilia(reader wakes up to cunnilingus), dubcon, period sex, blood drinking, blood play, biting, scratching/cutting, kinda intoxication from the vampire blood ig??

minors + ageless please dni! 2.8k words

"I shouldn't have come." Yuji's voice had been a whisper, hoarse and doused in some kind of guilt as he brought his lips to your neck. You were confused, gently pushing him back until suddenly, you'd felt a sharp pain, followed by stinging as if he'd bitten you.

Fighting the urge to throw your phone across the room, you tossed your head backward in annoyance. For the loving boyfriend he'd been, Yuji had, for some reason, had a large disdain for anything relating to your period. At first, you'd assumed it to be normal considering the friends with benefits arrangement you'd began as, yet as time passed and you'd began dating him, there had been increasing confusion as to why he'd been so disgusted by the thought of that time of the month. He was such a caring person, after-all. 

Though, a knock at the door followed by Yuji's sheepish gaze had broken the streak of his disappearance around your period, a bloom of flowers within his grasp.  "Thought you were busy?" You asked, malice intertwined with your words, though as he gestured the flowers toward you, a mix of summer florals he'd known to be your favourites, you felt the anger dissipate.  "It doesn't bother me, I'm sorry." There was a twang genuine shame within his tone and you'd exhaled sharply, opening the door wide enough for him to traipse through while you'd closed your eyes. He'd thrown himself onto your couch, crossing one arm over the other and slumping against the cushion as you'd placed the bouquet on the coffee table, the quiet hum of the television filling tense air. 

Just as you'd been about to seat yourself beside him, you'd noticed his eyes locked onto your abdomen, skin paling as he'd been unable to tare his gaze from the area.  "Do periods seriously bother you that much?" Once again, you were left to allow irritation to lace the words leaving your lips, anger bubbling as his expression shifted to display his restlessness, shifting uncomfortably within his seat. "What, are you five years old?" Voice raised, you'd shouted at him. Though as he'd stood, instantly summoning himself before you, the comments had been left to die at your tongue. For the first time in your relationship, you'd felt intimidated by the male in front of you, his figure seeming to tower taller than it had before, a darkness surrounding him. 

"The smell-" He began, voice wavering.  "The smell?" You'd repeated back harshly, a bitter laugh accompanying the disgusted look you'd sported to your boyfriend. "What the fuck's wrong with you?" Resentment passed through the atmosphere between you, spitting in the face of the male as your mouth turned into a frown. There had been something about his presence that had been so off-

His eyes had changed. The innocence and care-free nature that had sparkled within the honey brown orbs had dissipated, instead replaced with blood red hunger. He grasped your wrist within his hand, pulling you closer to his body as he'd drowned within your scent, a strong inhale to display his action. You could only stand in shock, allowing him to indulge within your fragrance, mouth ajar in both shock and concern - was he sick?

"I shouldn't have come." Yuji's voice had been a whisper, hoarse and doused in some kind of guilt as he brought his lips to your neck. You were confused, gently pushing him back until suddenly, you'd felt a sharp pain, followed by stinging as if he'd bitten you. A scream had left your chest, though soon dying out as you'd felt intoxication wash over you, a sudden helpless weakness entrancing your mind, the only thing you'd been able to focus on had been the sound of sucking, gulping and groaning against your skin. There had been an attempt of protest from yourself, though with drowsiness becoming overbearing, all cries had died on your tongue, consciousness leaving you.

When you'd awoken, you could've sworn the soft sounds of lapping had ricocheted from the walls of your room, though the bed beside you had been empty. Had this been a dream? The shift within Yuji's presence, the change in his eyes, his teeth sinking into the thick of your neck and the nauseousness as you'd lost blood, body giving out. As the veil of sleep had gradually lifted itself from your mind, you exhaled, focusing on the ambient sound of the room. Among the silence, you could hear the semblance of drinking, so similar to what you'd heard within the dream. It hadn't been until you'd felt the thick fingers pushed into the skin of your thighs, a warmth between your folds that you'd bolted upward. 

Your heavy eyes set themselves over a pink head of hair situated between your legs, and with your gaze drifting downward, you'd noticed the tongue extended from your boyfriend's mouth and pressing itself against your slit, lapping you up. There had been blood coating his chin and in the corners of his mouth, causing you to squirm, but when the red eyes had settled on your own, you'd halted.

When you'd slept with Yuji, he'd been loving. The sex you'd shared could be described as such,  sometimes a little rougher and outlandish, though he'd never wanted to hurt you. The expression written across him within this moment had not at all resembled the way he'd looked at you in the past, this one had been riddled with starvation; of lust. Between his lips, his teeth had changed, fangs peeking above the pink, wet tongue he'd used to drink from you. 

He'd stared over you for a moment, though when you hadn't attempted to pull from his grip, he continued, a flicker over your clit with his tongue causing a shiver over your spine. "Yuji, what're you doing?" You were shaking, still weak from blood-loss as he'd lapped up your juices, not entirely aware of your state as he groaned into your pussy. You moaned when he'd sucked over the sensitive bud, the vibrations from his hums bouncing over the cunt he'd feverishly eaten. 

"Wait-" You stuttered out, another roll of his tongue, putting your trembling hand atop his head to pull at the brown roots peeking through the sea of pink. There'd been a pop sound when he'd pulled from your slit, a string of drool tinged with blood connecting his lips to your skin, causing you to cringe in embarrassment. "Yuji, what're you doing?" He looked regretful when he'd glanced over your muddled state, wondering if perhaps you'd forgotten the fact he'd bitten you, and been none-the-wiser to the monster within him.

"Your neck-" He began, fingers squeezing over your thigh when his gaze lingered over the punctures he'd left, hoping to spark the memory and avoid saying the somewhat insane statement outright, that Yuji was a vampire. 

Your own fingertips traced over the wound, wincing when meeting with the tender flesh, cupping over the injury and looking to him for an explanation. When he'd refused to speak, you'd exhaled, accepting that if you wouldn't ask, you wouldn't be handed the answer.  "You drink blood?" To you, the word vampire had also been too much to say, a creature made up for children's stories or folklore, a being that hadn't existed in the real world. He nodded, cheek brushing your inner leg with the movement, cheeks shimmering in the light of your bedroom as they'd been coated in a mix of your own arousal and his saliva. 

Hesitantly, you brought a hand forward, placing it between his parted lips and grazing it over the exposed fang, gasping at the sharpness as gliding over it had sliced your finger, drawing blood immediately. Before you could pull away to nurse the cut, he'd clamped a hand over your wrist, allowing animalistic urge to overcome his senses as he licked the pooling crimson from your finger, eyes closing as he groaned out in pleasure. 

"D-does it taste good?" The inquiry had left you in the form of a shaking whisper, anxious to communicate with the male before you. It had felt as if he was a stranger once more, everything you thought you'd learned over the past few months liquidating into nothingness as he swallowed back the liquid.  "Yeah." It was uttered against your skin before he'd pulled back, eyes boring into your own before they'd flickered down to your exposed cunt, still coated in fluids. "Can I?" His head had tilted downward as you'd felt yourself heat up beneath him, an awkward nod of approval before he'd set his lips over you once more, tongue pushing into your hole. 

His hands settled themselves upon your hips, using them as a way to steady your uneasy body as he'd lapped at you. Back arching, you whined as he jerked over your clit, circling over it with an increasing speed. Any discomfort you'd had previously had suddenly washed away as he worked you back up. Before you'd stopped him, you'd been close to coming undone, and it wouldn't take long for you to return to that state with the pace he'd been operating at now. Every time you'd rolled your hips toward him, he'd let a growl tremble over your skin, an addicting feeling. 

Yuji placed sloppy kisses over your cunt, leaving you to jolt and quiver beneath his lips, awaiting more stimulation. He knew you were close, a scent changing within the air that only he could smell, your arousal growing with each moment he'd swallowed back the mix of wetness and blood - a drink he'd been embarrassed to admit he'd enjoyed. Though after the months of hiding the demon he'd truly been, there was relief to know he would be able to be himself this night, even if you were to leave afterward. A night he wouldn't allow either party to forget, supposing that were to be the case. 

"Yuji-" You sang his name as you'd allowed a heap of breathless whines to erupt from the depths of your stomach, squealing as you'd reached your peak, eyes squeezing closed and face contorting as the only word able to fall from you had been the name belonging to him. He rolled his own hips, desperate for some amount of friction over his cock as he'd watched you come for him, the mattress pressing against his bulge. 

Breathlessly, you fallen back onto the bed behind you, Yuji's grip loosening as he allowed you freedom to move, watching you close your eyes in exhaustion. For a few moments, the air had been still, movements coming to a stop as you felt yourself on the brink of unconsciousness once more, weak body lulling into the hand of sleep.  "-okay?" Yuji's voice sounded distant, as if he'd been on the other side of the room, or perhaps even somewhere else in the apartment, yet when you'd finally opened your eyes, his face had instead been inches from your own, a panicked expression painted over his features.  "What?" Your throat was dry as you questioned him, unsure what was happening as the room had span around you.  "Fuck, I drank too much-" He brought his wrist to his lips, moments later crimson dribbling over the skin as he pulled it back, resting the bloody bite at your mouth. Brows furrowed, you pulled back, head pushing into the pillows behind you, yet he'd forcefully shoved the wrist forward in return, his blood coating the inside of your mouth with the instruction; drink. 

You did as he'd said, swallowing the thick substance back, an iron taste mingling with sweetness, a bizarre experience guzzled into the back of your throat. Moans left your lips as the warmth of the liquid had radiated through your body, starting at the flowing liquid in your neck to your stomach, growing through your veins. It felt like safety, like comfort, and yet the part of it that had tasted so much like Yuji had driven you to crave more of him, picturing the way his cock would fill out your tight cunt, the sounds of his enjoyment passing through his mouth as he shared something so deeply intimate with you. 

The wave of euphoria subsided as he pulled his wrist from your mouth, the thick haze fizzling away as you set your sights on the male inches from your face. He looked relieved when your eyes had opened, though his brows had furrowed when you brought your wrist to his lips, a smile forming over your own. Your teeth had been stained with his blood, red between the gaps and dribbled down the sides of your mouth.  "Drink more." The request, although quiet, had rung in his ears, buzzing into the cold, unmoving heart buried in his chest. He shook his head, though with your veins so close to his nose he'd been forced to indulge within your scent, one that he'd struggled with previously, and now he'd known exactly how you'd tasted, he'd felt unable to hold back from. 

His fangs had emerged before he'd been able to make the decision to pull back, sinking into your skin, tongue rolling to lap up the nectar that poured so freely from your body. You'd hummed, his venom filling you with a warmth before he'd pulled back, this time careful not to take too much. Instead, he pressed himself to your lips, sharing a taste of the blood he'd indulged in, and the blood he'd given to you prior. 

Tongues mingling, you shared the thick crimson between you; DNA shared between two beings. The taste had been intoxicating, texture of sliding over one another while coated in thick blood, drinking back the flavors until nothing other than the two of you had been left, remnants of blood replaced with drool. His fangs grazed your bottom lip, nipping at the skin until you'd felt a sharp sting, more iron spilling from flesh. He'd bitten down on his own, too, muffled moans as you shared lineage once more. 

Your hands had laced within his hair, his own trailing over your body beneath him as he'd tasted you within his mouth, nails dragging over skin. Humming against him, you rolled your hips upward, feeling his hard member caress your bare slit, his trousers trapping his cock from grazing your nakedness. He'd pulled away from the kiss, gripping the hem of his shirt and tossing it to the other side of the room, shoving his jeans from his body to meet the same fate. 

His dick now free, his head protruded into your cunt, easing in and splitting you apart. He was big, and as a reflection of the most aroused you'd seen your boyfriend, his cock had been harder than you'd felt it before. He'd been desperate to feel the hug of your walls around him, the constriction of pussy around him acting as respite for the stressful life he'd led. He groaned, a rut of his hips into you, shiver crawling up his spine.  "So fucking good, baby." Compliments had never been sparse with Yuji, he was always keen to tell you how amazing you'd felt around him, and how much he'd enjoyed fucking you. 

His nails drifted over your chest, before his index had finally pushed into flesh harder, drawing blood as he dragged it over the valley between your breasts. It had stung, yet with his ichor still flowing within your veins and warming your stomach, the pain had turned into pleasure. Yuji was quick to replace the sharp nail with his tongue, tasting every drop seeping from the slice.  "You taste so good." Groaned against your skin, another deep rut between frenzied thrusts. The stickiness of saliva and blood coated your body from chest to face, his fingers trailing to your hips and digging into the fat. You'd known he'd left more cuts over the skin, and crescent shaped marks on your hips. 

"You do too, Yuji∼" The appraisal hadn't been lost on him, a grunt as he'd pierced his own wrist again, placing the skin to your lips and allowing you to drink from him once more. He bullied into you while kissed his flesh, blood dripping from your mouth and down your chin, flowing from him to you. Dribbles had cascaded down your chest to meet the slice between your breasts, mingling again. 

Yuji's thrusts became sloppier as he'd felt closer, pleasure enveloping his cock and wrist as you'd taken from him, eyes fixated on your euphoric state while you'd tasted the lineage he'd carried within him, the ethereal fluid acting as a drug. Finally, he'd fallen over the edge, filling you with ropes of cum as he'd pounded his cock deep into the confides of your cunt, groans hanging in the air alongside drunken gulps of your throat. 

Hours later, sticky with remnants of the acts committed in the bloodied sheets, you lay within his arms. He hadn't slept, as you'd learned from gentle conversation, his fingers twiddling with your hair as you'd laid in the afterglow of intimacy. Yuji would tell you anything you'd asked, no longer keeping the darkness from you as you'd proven yourself to stay beside him. 

SIT STILL LOOK PRETTY FT. BLEACH MEN

featuring: kurosaki ichigo, urahara kisuke, grimmjow, abarai renji, zaraki kenpachi, and when you’re squirmy during sex.

contains: female reader. established relationships. very brief cockwarming. unprotected sex. dry humping. fingering. oral sex. choking. pet names. pussy eating god grimmjow. kisuke being stinky (hot version) approx 0.3k words per character.

note: some of these lack the squirming aspect but ignore it okay please i wrote these in a rabid dog state of mind :(

KUROSAKI ICHIGO

ichigo has a raw strength that’s second to none, and the determination to do just about anything in this world. still, you somehow manage to rival him at dire times like this—when he has himself buried inside you, but he’s not moving.

“h-hey, quit it,” he hisses, fingertips searing into your waist as he tries to still the subtle roll of your hips against his. he’s tired—borderline exhausted, but he missed you today, and falling asleep while you warm his cock is one of his favourite forms of intimacy—so long as you behave.

“sorry, can’t get comfy,” you respond, lying right through your teeth as you selfishly twist your hips in search of a little relief.

“right,” he mutters, slipping his cock out from in between your legs with a huff. in one swift, fluid motion—he flips you onto your back, hooking his arms behind your knees and leaning over your body. he eases back into your cunt, keeping you folded in half with his weight. “this any better?”

his presence is as overwhelming as ever—big brown eyes never leaving your own, watching the pleasure flood your face as he slowly begins to thrust in and out of you.

“ichi-go,” you gasp, feeling a wave of heat settle onto your cheeks from the sheer vulnerability of this position. that—paired with the unwavering intensity of his gaze almost has you wishing you would just absorb into the mattress. “ichigo.”

“what, baby?” his voice is low, just barely above a whisper as to not miss a single sound that comes out of you. he has the power to completely ruin you right here and now, but he keeps his pace slow—knowing the lazy drag of his cock against your walls will drive you crazy just a little more. “thought you wanted this?”

“i, i do,” you hiccup, squeezing your eyes shut as he starts to press against that gummy spot deep inside you—and he almost can’t keep it together himself.

“shit,” he groans, pressing a kiss just above your brow before rocking his hips into yours with a bit more force. “then take it, no complaining.”

URAHARA KISUKE

kisuke, who isn’t one for quickies, or half assed under the table handjobs—loves to take his time with you. in his mind, the more you writhe and squirm, the better he’s making you feel.

“please,” you beg, fisting the soft white linen on either side of your head. kisuke’s palm is warm as it runs along your spine, silently encouraging your tits to stay pressed to the mattress, and your ass to stay up.

the heat of his touch moves to your waist, both hands gripping your hips as you grind yourself—completely bare, against the persistent bulge in his boxers. you’re sure there’s a little wet patch staining the fabric, though it’s probably not very little anymore.

a choir of gasps and moans fills the room—most courtesy of you, with the occasional feature from kisuke. you keep your grip on the sheets though, even going as far as to use them for leverage—pulling yourself up the bed and away from the man looming behind you.

“where’re you going, hm?” he purrs, leaning over your fleeing figure and caging you between the mattress and himself. he nuzzles into your neck, holding you impossibly close. “you want me to stop?”

“no, don’t stop,” you blurt out, mere milliseconds after he finishes his question. you can feel his grin pressing into your shoulder—a telltale sign that he’s about to be up to no good.

he proves you right, wedging a hand beneath your body and running a finger between your folds. he does it once more, two times, three times total before he settles that finger on your clit—rubbing small, tight circles.

“that’s it,” he coos, feeling your body start to jerk under his own. he knows you have nowhere to go, sandwiched between his hand and his eager cock—begging to be set free. you bury your face into the bed, accepting defeat as you let him do as he pleases. “atta girl, lemme take care of you.”

GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

the list of things grimmjow hates stretches from floor to ceiling and is forever changing—however, the one constant on his list would be his number one; having to work for a meal.

“s-slow down,” you huff, clamping your thighs shut around his head, and forcing him to take his greedy mouth off your cunt. his lips are wet—glistening with you as they form a smirk.

“huh?” he sneers, making a show of running his tongue across his bottom lip, keep his piercing gaze narrowed on you. his nails dig into your skin as he pries your thighs back open—and if your pussy wasn’t messy enough already, grimmjow spits on it from above.

all you can do is prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as he devours your cunt, running his tongue along your folds, sucking on your clit—all while completely disregarding the mess dripping down his chin. your hips have begun to buck and twist beneath his grip, but the thing that makes you lose it entirely, is when he nuzzles his nose against your clit and inhales.

“fuck!” you squeal, rolling yourself onto your side and hiding your face in your hands. he knows how embarrassed that gets you—but he also knows it spurs you on in some twisted form, probably from one too many nights with him.

“move it,” he growls, waving you off to the side before he lays down. there’s an obvious tent in his pants, but you know this position means his own needs are the last thing on his mind.

he motions with a finger for you to come closer—grin tripling in size with every inch that you near. he sticks his tongue out, his way of inviting you to sit on his face—the odds of you going anywhere decrease significantly so long as he can keep his grip on your hips firm—no problem at all.

“don’t cum until i say so,” are the last words you hear before his mouth disappears beneath you—resuming the heated make-out session he was having with your cunt just moments prior.

this time around, you’re grinding down onto his face rather than moving away from it, just as you should be.

ABARAI RENJI

renji is no stranger to seeing you on your knees—in fact you almost always wind up caged between his thighs by the end of the night. a way to relieve stress—that’s what he calls it, but every time he has you in this position, he loses control.

“f-fuck,” he groans, fisting the sheets on either side of him and letting his head fall back. there’s a fire burning in the pit of his stomach, and each bob of your head threatens an all out explosion.

“mm,” you hum, intentionally sending vibrations down the length of his shaft while unintentionally inviting him further into your mouth. he lifts his hips from the bed—tip already threatening to kiss the back of your throat.

“more, fuck,” he pants, tossing his pride out the window as he allows the breathiest little moans to fall from his lips. you pull off just a bit—hoping to sneak in a quick breath or two, but it’s enough for renji to notice the lack of warmth near the base of his cock.

he places a firm hand on the back of your head—holding you in place as he continues to buck his hips. he’s not being rough per se, but he’s barely pulling out—using shallow little thrusts to fuck your throat.

“yeah, just like that,” he praises you, making the conscious decision to avert his gaze from the roof to you—a choice that almost makes him cum on the spot. “fuck, look at you.”

you, with tears brimming your gorgeous eyes and saliva bubbling at the corners of your mouth, have never looked more beautiful. the sight has renji slowing his movements, cupping your face in his hand, wiping the stray tear that sneaks down your cheek.

“so pretty baby,” he mutters, unexpectedly pulling his cock from your mouth and leaning forward—kissing you instead. his lips move in tandem with yours, only momentarily though as he pulls back, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. “my turn now, okay?”

ZARAKI KENPACHI

most of the time, kenpachi is in the driver’s seat—but every once in a blue moon he’ll let you take the wheel, and every time, he’s reminded of why he shouldn’t.

handing over the reins entirely, he leans back—heated gaze searing through your weak attempt at holding your composure. one of his hands rests on your thigh, kneading the skin—an encouraging gesture, but one that does nothing to soothe the ache between your legs.

“kenny, i,” you can barely get the words out—too focused on sinking yourself down onto his shaft, back up again, down once more. you’re barely using half of his full length, but that’s all it takes for your legs to begin shaking—involuntarily clamping shut in front of you as you bring your knees together. “‘m close.”

you writhe in his lap, switching between feeble attempts to keep bouncing for him, and stopping completely to squeeze your legs together as best you can with his cock still between them.

“hey,” his chest rumbles from underneath your palms, pausing the internal battle you’re having with yourself. he grabs onto your waist, fingertips pressing into the fat of your hips and pulling you down. “you’re gonna take it all, right?”

“i can’t,” you insist, feeling his heavy cock drag against your walls, stretching you out in the most perfect of ways. a burning sensation is settling into your thighs, you can’t last a moment longer. you fall forwards onto his chest with a whine—leaving nothing but the head of his cock inside you. “can’t, i can’t.”

“come on, sit up,” he orders, wedging a hand between your bodies to hold the base of his cock in place—urging you to sit on it again. that same, thoughtful hand trails it’s way up your torso, in between your breasts, before finally settling on your throat.

it feels good—the slight pressure he’s putting on your neck, it makes you want him more. you sink down onto him, letting yourself see all the stars in the universe as his voice becomes increasingly distant—though still audible. “don’t squirm, unless you wanna run out of air.”

grimmjow who get overstimulated easily and can’t help but become a mess when he’s inside you or you’re inside him 😩. his moans and whimpers would be heavenly and he’s unintentionally purring which stirs you up more to make cum more n more

ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub grimmjow

cw; dom reader, gender neutral, overstimulation, vocal sub, grimmjow purring, this man being such a mes, reader taking grimmjow cock, but there is no mention of gender, mention of kitty?

imagine grimmjow the ever confident, sarcastic and brutal man. being in a state of pure submission, melted by your words and caresses.

thump thump, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. his heated cheeks and his dilated eyes said it all. he was so horny.

"easy kitty, keep moving your hips, keep going, like that... very good." the man was moving fast, looking for that friction, over and over again. he had already come once, but he was still hard and he loved being over stimulated.

"haaaa.. (name), i feel like I'm coming..., your hands are.. mhhg." he came completely with a grunt all over your hands. the blue haired guy was breathing heavily, letting out moans.

you massaged his cock again, covering it all with his cum. slowly, you touched his tip with your fingers, making him jump. "(name)" he moaned.

you raised an eyebrow and bit your lips, looking at him. seeing him all destroyed, exhilarated and in his weakest state, it turned you on.

"you want to be inside me, don't you? you're such a needy little kitten."

the man shook his head frantically as a sign of yes. even though he was on the edge, he wanted you to keep over-stimulating him inside you. pervert

taking his length of flesh, stifling a couple of moans, you pulled his throbbing cock into you, taking his length of flesh. 

as you did so grimmjow began to moan and exhale loudly. he bit his lips, touched your skin pulling you closer. burying himself deeper. feeling the friction of both sexes moaning endlessly. 

you kept moving, front and back. you hugged him to feel him closer. you grabbed the back of his neck and caressed it, kissed his ear. you licked his lobe listening to him purring. how cute

"you feel so warm, i love it, ahg, i adore it so much (name).. it makes me faint."

you accelerated your movements, you felt him trembling, he probably wasn't going to last long again. but he kept enjoying how his cock kept stimulating until his face was covered with tears.

"ahg, haaa, yes, like this..." he continued to whine and purr like a cute kitten. he looked so cute like this.

"fuck fuck, again, i come again..." he moaned so much, he was so loud when he was inside you. it was unbelievable. but you loved seeing him like that, unable to contain himself, he moaned, he grunted, he purred. 

who would have thought, his mouth was starting to drool, he couldn't help it. it was too good for him.

so you speed up your movements, you wanted him to come again, you wanted to see his face of pleasure as he did it.

see how he rolled his eyes, started moaning so high pitched, just like a girl. see how he almost fainted from cumming again. but he came again with his cock hard and ready to cum until he cried. over and over again.

"name, name, name." he kept calling you as his cock kept going in and out of you. without controlling his sinful mouth, he kept begging you. asking you to fuck him until he came. 

"more, more and more and more."

We all KNOW Yuji loves ass especially wearing a tight bikini on the beach would drive him INSANE 👉🏼👈🏼 He can’t keep his eyes off it jiggling every moment.

Cake by the ocean

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut, fluff Word Count: 3k Warnings: 18+, smut, semi-public sex, light ass-slapping, Yuuji applies sunscreen onto reader (no skin tone is mentioned, so I hope it is inclusive for everyone), dirty talk, dry humping, vaginal penetration, cumshot, cum eating, taking pictures during sex, fingering, oral, squirting, lots of praise. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Beach season is Yuuji's favorite season. And this summer vacation with you is perfect! The sun, the ocean, yummy ice cream... and your sexy body in a little bikini. Yuuji thinks he is the luckiest guy in the whole universe. He loves every inch of you, and seeing your curves in a bikini makes his head spin.

He feels a bit bad for staring at you so much, but he just can't help it. Your ass looks so juicy! Yuuji can feel himself getting hard just from looking at you.

The way your round ass cheeks jiggle with every move is driving him crazy! His fingers twitch with the need to reach out and touch you.

He doesn't even realize you are calling his name. It takes three tries until Yuuji's head snaps up to your face, and he blushes while spluttering an apology. But you just chuckle softly, eyes sparkling with happiness as you tell him:

"You're so cute!"

Your gaze slowly travels over him, clearly checking him out too, and Yuuji makes sure to flex his muscles a bit for you. At least he isn't the only one staring!

His earlier embarrassment is forgotten quickly, and his blush gets replaced by a cheeky grin.

"Hey, baby? I think you should apply some sunscreen. The sun is really strong here. I can help you."

And a few minutes later, you lie on your stomach, all spread out for your boyfriend, cute ass looking so sexy that Yuuji has to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning as he squeezes sunscreen onto his hands.

He tries to be a good boy, he really tries very hard! But the moment his hands reach your thighs, it's over.

Your booty wiggles so enticingly! What is a horny boyfriend supposed to do? Yuuji's swimming trunks already feel too tight at this point. Fuck!

He lets his large hands wander further up. A bit more. More... and then he finally touches your cute ass. Your juicy flesh feels incredible under his fingers! So plump and cute! This is heaven!

Yuuji growls softly and gives your ass cheeks a squeeze. Your hips jerk slightly at his touch, and Yuuji smiles. You like that, huh? Well, that's good! Because he doesn't plan on letting go of you anytime soon.

He pours more sunscreen onto his palms, rubbing them together while admiring the view beneath him before putting his hands on your booty again.

He takes his sweet time with that particular body part. His strong fingers knead your ass firmly, spreading the sunscreen generously over it and massaging it lovingly into your ass cheeks.

To everyone who walks past, he looks definitely very suspicious. Breathing heavily, tongue sticking out in concentration, face burning with an excited flush. But Yuuji doesn't know that, and frankly, he doesn't care! He is too focused on the feeling of your plump ass under his fingers and the sight of it moving so seductively anytime he squeezes it.

Without thinking, Yuuji hooks his fingers in the soft fabric of your bikini slip and pulls on it, bunching the backside of your panties up, effectively turning them into a thong that shows even more of your fantastic ass.

"Oh fuck, baby..."

He isn't even aware that he whispered that for real and not just in his head.

"Yuu, what are you doing, baby?"

"Um... Just being thorough. I don't want you to burn in the sun."

But he knows you can hear how turned on he is. His voice always gets a bit deeper when he's horny.

It's no use trying to hide it. He is beyond that point. And so Yuuji leans down to trail soft kisses over the side of your neck, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal: His hard cock, pressing against your ass, waiting for you in his swimming trunks, hot and thick, throbbing with need.

"Fuck...Want you so bad, cutie. You look so sexy in that bikini. My pretty girl. You drive me wild!"

His voice comes out in a hoarse whisper, hot breath caressing your earlobe. Yuuji can't stop himself. He gets a bit dumb when he's horny. And also, it's a hot day! The sun is literally frying his brain! What is he supposed to do!? He can't be blamed for the way his hips jerk at that moment, making him grind against your round ass.

Yuuji gasps loudly when his cock rubs against you, slipping into the crack between your ass cheeks. It's like he belongs there! Your cute ass is so snug and perfect for him!!

He's sure he will lose his mind with the way your plump ass is massaging his hard length so deliciously.

But to his delight, he feels you press against him. Lifting your hips to rut against his cock eagerly. Apparently, there are two of you who are horny at the beach!

Yuuji laughs and moans at the same time and rolls his hips against you again. His biceps flex as he slowly dry humps your ass while leaning over you, caging you under him, groaning softly into your ear, growing needier every second.

Oh, if he could just pull those little bikini panties down and bury his needy cock deep inside your sweet heat!

"Ah... I want to fuck you, cutie... please."

"Oh, Yuu...want you too, baby. Let's find a more private spot, ok?"

Yuuji can't believe his luck! He lets go of you in lightspeed to get up and pull you to your feet, looking at you with pretty honey eyes burning with desire. He practically runs across the beach, holding your smaller hand tightly in his larger one as he tugs you along while both of you laugh and stumble into each other in your hurry to be alone. At least Yuuji has the mind to carry his backpack in front of his crotch to hide his raging boner. 

You find a nice secluded spot behind some palm trees and rocks where the two of you are guarded against curious glances, and Yuuji doesn't waste any time but quickly spreads your beach towel on the sand. God, he's so hard for you! You are so pretty and sexy to him, and he is losing his mind about the fact that you want to have sex on the beach with him! He is really the luckiest guy on this planet!

He scoops you up in his strong arms a bit too eagerly, making you squeal and then laugh as Yuuji loses his footing in the soft sand. And instead of placing you gently on the ground, as he planned, the two of you tumble into the sand. Yuuji falls on top of you and knocks the air right out of you.

You both burst out laughing. And Yuuji's heart feels so full, and his dick is so hard! You look so beautiful and happy when you smile up at him, eyes full of love, and your hands cup his cheeks and caress them lovingly.

"I love you, Yuuji."

"I love you too, (y/n)."

He captures your lips in a kiss, nice and deep, moaning softly into your mouth when you run your fingers over the stubble of his undercut and into his pink hair. You feel so perfect under him!

But Yuuji has to adjust your current position a bit.

He gets on his knees and puts his hands on your hips, caressing you gently before tightening his grip and turning you onto your stomach.

Now, this is exactly what he wants!

His eyes immediately wander to your thick ass again. The ass that you wiggle seductively at him, making Yuuji groan loudly as his hands land on both of your ass cheeks again, ready to play some more with you.

"Dammit, sweetie, you drive me insane!"

Yuuji thinks he'll cum right then and there when he unties the little bands which hold up your bikini bottoms and watches in rapt fascination as the little panties fall to the ground exposing all of you to his horny gaze.

Something snaps in him, and Yuuji moves faster than any human should be able to do and pulls you onto your knees. His hands are back on your cute ass, kneading your ass cheeks firmly and spreading you open for him, exposing your pretty pussy to his hungry eyes.

He whimpers when he sees how wet you already are for him. So ready to get fucked by your horny boyfriend. So ready to take him and fall apart on his cock.

He kneads your ass firmly with one hand while the other slips between your wet pussy lips, and Yuuji pushes one thick finger into your tight cunt. A loud moan slips from his lips. God, you feel even hotter than the sun!

Yuuji can't hold back anymore, or he will nut into his pants! And he doesn't want that! He wants to cum somewhere else!

He can't help but growl as he yanks his red swimming trunks down impatiently, freeing his needy cock and groaning loudly when it smacks against his abs, so hard and horny, his tip swollen and dark pink, messy from all the pre-cum already leaking out of him.

He hears you whimper beneath him, lifting your cute ass a bit, apparently just as eager to have him inside you as he is.

He is practically sobbing by now,

"You're the girl of my dreams, oh God, baby!"

Those are the words coming out of his mouth when he finally pushes his thick tip between your creamy folds, feeling your cream slicking him up. Your pretty pussy is luring him in, begging for him to fill you up.

Yuuji moans and gives your cute ass a firm slap, watching it jiggle deliciously for him. He can't take his eyes off you! So perfect, on all fours for him, face down, ass up.

Nothing has ever made more sense than fucking you right here on the beach!

His fat tip catches on your clit, and your hips buck needily as a loud moan comes out of your mouth, spurring Yuuji on even more with the cute noises you make for him.

He rolls his hips, kissing your sensitive clit with his cock, turning you into a needy mess who lifts her ass sluttily for him, begging him to take you.

Yuuji can't resist any longer. A desperate-sounding whine and another firm slap onto your ass cheek, and he finally pushes his fat cock deep into your hot wet pussy. He is too horny to go slow and just rams his whole length into you with one hard shove, making both of you gasp loudly.

"Yuu!! Ahhh, baby!"

Fuck! He loves hearing you moan his name like that! He loves hearing how good he makes you feel!

And you feel so sweet around his dick! He can't hold back! Not today, not on this hot afternoon at the beach when you kneel before him with that cute ass and hot wet pussy milking his cock so perfectly.

"Fuck..you feel so g...good!"

Yuuji sobs as he snaps his hips hard and fast. It drives him insane to see your ass wiggle with each of his strong thrusts and watch his thick cock glisten wetly from your cream while pushing in and out of your tight pussy.

The beach is filled with your and Yuuji's gasps and moans. And with the filthy wet sounds of your pussy sucking his cock in and his heavy balls hitting your ass.

Yuuji is in paradise! The hot sun, your hot pussy, your sexy ass, your cute moans! It's the perfect beach day!

Your moans are turning more desperate, and Yuuji feels you push needily against him, whimpering his name so sweetly as he pounds you so hard and good.

"Yuu...oh Yuu, I'm gonna...oh I'm..."

"Yeah, cutie, cum on my dick! Please, cum all over me, baby."

You drive him wild! He gives your ass another slap, making both of you groan loudly, and then you gasp his name again, and Yuuji feels your pussy tightening and spasming hard around his cock as a hot wetness gushes onto him. His perfect girl! Creaming so sweetly on him! It always drives him crazy to feel your orgasm on his cock.

Yuuji's moans are too loud, but he cannot stop himself. This is so hot! You cum so hard for him, so cute and sexy! And it feels so good! Your tight pussy is massaging his cock so sweetly, milking him so good. And your ass! It looks so cute and so round and big, and Yuuji will surely go dumb!

"Oh fuck, baby!! So so good! Fuck...love that sweet ass...oh fuck gonna cum!"

God, he's so grateful for you! So grateful that you let him touch you like this and fuck you right here at the beach! You're his every dream come true!

And Yuuji will fulfill another dream right now!

He whines needily as he quickly pulls out of your twitching pussy, barely making it in time to do what he is so horny for: Nutting all over your ass.

And Yuuji has a lot for you. He wraps a hand around his cock, pumping it feverishly, making sure to get all his cum out of his needy cock, making a big sticky mess on your cute ass.

His mouth is hanging open, lips parted in loud moans and desperate mewls as he watches his cock shooting hot ropes of seed all over your plump ass cheeks, drenching them in his milky white seed.

He sits back on his heels afterwards, breathing heavily and admiring his work with wide lust-filled eyes. The sight in front of him is so yummy! Your cute ass is covered in his cum, thick trails of it slowly dripping down your ass cheeks, running down between your ass crack, soaking your pussy lips with his seed before it slowly runs down your thighs and into the sand and onto the beach towel beneath you.

It's perfection! The most beautiful sight on this whole beach!

Before he can stop himself, Yuuji is already rummaging through his backpack with one hand, searching blindly for his phone while his hungry gaze is still glued to your ass.

"Baby, you have no idea how hot you look right now. Can I please take a picture? I need one! Please! Oh fuck, you're so pretty!"

He's practically begging at this point, but he doesn't mind! He's pouting and making puppy dog eyes at you when you look at him over your shoulder. A happy chuckle escapes his lips when you nod in agreement.

"Ok, take some cute pictures, baby. I love you, Yuuji."

"Aww, thank you, cutie! I love you too! So much!"

Yuuji knows those pictures will get him through many lonely nights when he has to go on missions alone. He will rub himself stupid to those pix!

But as horny as Yuuji is, he's also a good boy and a very caring boyfriend! Of course, he will clean up his mess! He puts his phone away again, happy about the sexy memories for his private vacation album. And then his large hands land on your beautiful ass again.

"Hold still, please, ok? I'll clean you up, sweetie."

He kneads your ass cheeks, feeling his sticky cum on your skin, and sighs happily. You are really so sweet to him! Letting him cum on you and take pictures of it...so so sweet for him!

And Yuuji is going to be sweet to you too! He leans down and presses a tender kiss on the small of your back before letting his tongue glide slowly over your thick ass, licking up the mess he made.

By now, you are moaning his name so prettily again, pressing your face into the beach towel and lifting your ass for him, spreading your thighs and showing him your cute pussy, sticky with his cum and your juices. Fuck!

A strangled groan falls from Yuuji's lips, and his large hands tighten on your ass, kneading it firmly as he spreads your cheeks apart so he can bury his face between them, flicking his tongue against your twitching pussy to reach every last drop of his cum. It's his responsibility as a good boyfriend to clean you up!

And you taste so good to him! Your sweet cream and his cum are his favorite combination! Yuuji smiles and moans against your heat, not stopping before he has licked another orgasm out of you, making you shriek into the beach towel as your ass and pussy twitch so cutely under Yuuji's tongue. Fuck, he loves you so much!

Later on, when the two of you are back at the busier side of the beach, Yuuji pulls you into his strong arms to cuddle you and kiss you lovingly. His kisses are sweet and slow, full of tenderness and love. He wants you to know how much you mean to him and how lucky he is to have you in his life.

Somehow his hands end up on your ass again, gently caressing your round cheeks. He just can't help it! His hunger for you isn't wholly sated yet. Especially not when you are still wearing this sexy bikini! Maybe he should ask you to ride him reverse cowgirl style once you return to your vacation home? Yeah, he will do that!

A happy smile spreads over Yuuji's face, and he presses another sweet kiss to the side of your neck. He wraps his strong arms around you and hugs you from behind, already feeling his dick twitch the moment your cute ass presses against him again.

Yes, beach days are amazing! But also really hard for Yuuji. Literally.

Thank you so much for reading! And thank you for sending me this delicious thirst! I HAD to write a story for it! Especially now that I have my summer theme, and all I can think about is going on a summer vacation with boyfie Yuuji!

I hope you enjoyed this sexy little summer story with our sweet boy! I am 100% convinced that Yuuji would really lose his mind so much when he sees his girl in a bikini. Even if you are insecure about going to the beach or wearing a bikini, Yuuji will make you feel loved and desired. He loves every inch of you, and in his eyes, you are the most perfect girl ever! You make his dick so hard and his heart so happy! :)

Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Have a lovely summer!!

Sometimes I think about being on a rush hour train with Yuji. Being packed close together but then he puts his hand under your skirt and has Sukuna eat you out. Just the thought of Yuji trying to keep you quiet as your thighs are trembling just… Ꮚ°͈ꈊ°͈Ꮚ I die

OMGG!! This is so fucking hot!! I had to write a little drabble! Thank you so much for sharing this sexy idea with me!

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female), Sukuna x Reader Word Count: 400 Warnings: 18+, smut, oral, cum-eating, creampie, Sukuna's handmouth, poly, semi-public sex. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact.

Yuuji presses his firm body against you, hugging you tightly, nuzzling your neck, and smiling like an angel. To everyone around you, he looks like the sweet, caring boyfriend who just makes sure his girlfriend doesn't fall when the train moves.

But they don't know that under your skirt, he is rubbing slow circles around your clit while the King of Curses fucks you with the silky tongue that manifested on Yuuji's palm.

Your thighs are trembling, nails digging into Yuuji's biceps as you cling to him desperately, trying to fight the orgasm you can feel building up inside you. Your eyes are glazed over from pleasure, your heart is racing, your pussy is clenching.

Yuuji's breath caresses your ear as he tells you in that sexy horny voice,

"Please stay quiet, ok, cutie? I just want to make my girl feel good on this boring train ride. Want to make you cum all over Sukuna's mouth. He says he loves your taste. Just like I do. Fuck, I'm gonna eat you too when we're getting off the train."

His words only make it worse, and you can't help a soft moan from escaping your lips. Your hips buck helplessly as Sukuna and Yuuji share your pussy.

One moment Sukuna is fucking you with his tongue, and Yuuji caresses your needy clit, then Yuuji's thick fingers pump in and out of you while Sukuna's lips close around your clit and suck on it. And then they go back again to Sukuna licking into you with his hot tongue, and your boyfriend rubbing you with his strong but gentle fingers.

By now, the only thing holding you up are Yuuji's strong arms. Your lips part in another soft groan, unable to hold back, as you feel the beginnings of your orgasm wash over you. But luckily Yuuji's mouth is suddenly on yours, silencing you, swallowing your needy little moans while Sukuna swallows the cream gushing out of your twitching pussy when you cum on his tongue.

You can feel how hard Yuuji is, so turned on by the situation. You know the minute you are out of this train, he will take your hand and tug you along to a secluded space where he will bend you over the next best surface, lift your cute little skirt and eat you out until you sob his name.

And once you creamed on his tongue, your sweet boyfriend will pull down his pants and fuck you with needy hard thrusts until he fills your pussy with his hot cum.

And then Sukuna's nasty mouth will surely appear on Yuuji's cheek and give his orders to the two of you.

"Pull her panties up again, brat. And you, brat number two, keep it all in. I want to have my treat when we're back home."

Because you know what Sukuna loves even more than your taste is the taste of both of his brats combined.

AHHHHHH Anon, I am losing my mind!! Sukuna's handmouth always drives me wild!! And I have a thing for Yuuji and Sukuna sharing you because they come as a packaged deal anyways, and this way, everyone gets the most out of it ;) I am sending you lots of love for sharing this with me!!

『𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄』

● ♬ synopsis: Gojo loves your smile a little too much.

● ♬ cw: fem!reader. consensual pornography recording. fingering. pussy slapping. pet name “doll, doll face.”

● ♬ reblogs & feedback are very appreciated.

Bent over his lap with three slender fingers stuffed in your cunt. That was the position you ended up in after you gave him your biggest smile for helping you out earlier.

“I don’t think you understand,” Gojo curls his finger tightly, “the things your pretty smile makes me feel,” his other hands squeezes your chin, “they’re unexplainable.”

You gasp out a moan, feeling your insides tightening at the nearing orgasm. “Please- Satu,” you rasp between gasps. The clench of your thighs toughens as your back arches further, your breast squished against the side of his thigh and the mattress. You could feel the hardness of his long cock as it digs into your stomach beneath the barrier of clothes.

“Y/N, my Y/N…” he brushes your bottom lip with his thumb as he gazes down at your scrunched up features. You feel the heat rushing to your face, feeling shy under his lustful gaze, so you managed a timid smile.

He groans, biting his lip. Saturo’s eyes were pinned to your lips, he was awestruck, unable to look away from the captivating smile.

His fingers hit deep in your cunt, scissoring and dragging inside your walls relentlessly.

“AH-” you pant, his palm coming to clasp over your mouth to keep you silent.

“Shh doll, you don’t want the others to hear,” he whispers, picking up the pace of his hand.

You struggle to hum, along a nod of your head; you definitely did not want the teachers or students in the dorms to hear you.

He feels your hole fluttering and tighten around his digits, “you’re gonna cum so soon?” His tone was almost tantalizing. You hum into his palm, grabbing at his wrist as your legs began to shake. “Cum,” and on command, you burst into his hand.

His digits stayed deep inside, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath; enjoying the warmth of the wetness that flooded around is fingers.

“Mmh, feels nice,” he moans with a smile.

You stayed in his lap catching your breath, until he moved with you being positioned on your back under him.

Saturo makes quick work of ridding himself of every piece of clothing on him, arousal drooling from the tip of his cock as he gets between you parted thighs.

“Collected yourself, yet?” He asks, stroking your inner thighs, then traversing a hand towards your cunt.

“I did,” you answer, batting your lashes at him.

His fingers run along your slit, “good,” he slaps your cunt, causing an accidental moan to break from the back of your throat as you to jolt at the impact.

“Oh? You like it, doll?”

You nod, shyly.

Saturo grins, rubbing his thumb over your clit. He watches the flutter of your lids when you shut them in a short moment of bliss. He slaps, again, taking you by surprise as you had been lost in pleasure for a briefly.

“You lose yourself too quickly, doll.”

Your face flushed with embarrassment.

Saturo grabs his length, the bulbous head teasing your entrance as he ground himself between your folds before slowly penetrating you.

The curve of his cock was immediately set on assaulting your sweet spot, hence the way you were already breathless at the continuous onslaught dragging inside the velvety-like walls.

“Take it all, mk?” He groans, big hands coming down to grab handfuls of your breasts.

You nod, giving him your bestest enthusiastic smile. His eyes widen briefly, and you felt him twitch harshly inside of you.

“Shit- hold on,” he stutters, leaning back to grab his baggy pants to take out his phone.

You peer through your lashes, watching him fumble with the pocket before finally taking out his phone and tapping in his passcode.

“Doll, may I please record you?” Saturo leans down to pepper kisses along your jaw, his hips thrusting gently into you.

Your arms stretch to wrap around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss with fierce teeth and tongues clashing. You pull away, panting heavily as you mutter out a ‘yes.’

He presses a tender kiss to your cheek, leaning back to press the record button. Saturo’s hips began to move faster and harsher than before, slamming into you to send you to the moon and back to earth with every drag of his slender length.

Grunts and heavy squelching noises were bouncing off the walls, your slicked pussy was leaking down his cock and glistening at your inner thighs. His bottom lips was tucked between his teeth as he zoomed to your fucked out face, then tilting down his phone to where you both connected. His cock throbbed and twitched at the filthy sight, it wasn’t often that he’d stare at the way your little hole sucked him in so easily.

Saturo’s unoccupied hand pressed against your abdomen, smiling to himself proudly at the way his cock was fucking you so deeply. Your eyes crossed and your walks clenched around him tightly, grabbing at the hand pressed flat on your stomach.

Your heartbeat was in your head as he came down to push his tongue into your mouth. Your lips yearned for one another, messily making out, his free hand clutched your jaw and he sucked on your tongue. Kissing and licking the trembling muscle, whilst his hips continued ramming violently.

Saturo pulls away, his tongue poked out to collect the stray saliva from his lips and swallowing it down while smirking at you.

He rotates his phone before switching from video to photo mode, fixing the brightness and the distance.

“C’mon doll face, smile for the picture.”

【𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦.】 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐳

His lips felt so perfect, so wonderfully perfect against yours. His kiss always drove you wild, driving you stupid with pleasure and making you melt beneath him.

That’s right beneath him, legs dangling over his shoulder and bouncing with each thrust of his hips.

“Feel that baby? I’m all the way inside, claiming you all the way inside your pretty cunt.”, he panted generously smothering your wet lips in more kisses.

Another deep thrust planted him deep inside your wet heat, but instead of moving he stayed still and slowly allowed all his weight to lay against you. His muscles slowly grazed the soft skin of your body crushing you ever so slightly as you squealed to the sensation. He just loved the way your pussy would clench around his cock when he did.

“That’s it (Y/n), squeeze it out of me just like that. Take your reward and don’t stop until you’ve got every last drop.”, he growled against your ear, chuckling at you as a shiver ran down your aching spine.

“It to much.”, you cried, tears of pleasure spilling from your eyes.

Your body hurt being pressed the way it was but the feeling of his dick being so deep made up for it. You loved the way he felt, “Please move baby. Don’t stop.”, you begged.

He smiled but only pressed himself more against your soft body, the weight against your stretched muscles burned but it felt so good. You trembled under his weight and clenched tightly around his cock, “I-I can’t do it. I’m going to cum!”, you cried out.

He chuckled against your skin nipping at your neck to leave his mark, “Do it baby, cream under me.”

And so you did, that sensation is something he’d never get over. Feeling you cum over his achy cock while helplessly squashed under him was something he’d never get tired of because he loved you oh so much.

“My good girl.”, he hums brushing the hair out of your face to see your lustful fucked out eyes.

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Featuring: Eijirou Kirishima, Bokuto Kotaro, Jason Todd, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Rengoku Kyojuro, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Eren Jeager, Reiner Braun, Todo Aoi, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuji, Nanami Kenpachi Zaraki, Kojiro Nanjo, and Benimaru Shinmon

⊱ ♡ FEATURING: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Hisagi Shūhei, Abarai Renji, Matsumoto Rangiku

⊱ ♡ RATING: 18+, minors do NOT interact

⊱ ♡ CW/TW: H*ndholding, smut, blow jobs, fingering, hickies, penetration, guided masturbation, fondling, teasing, a little rough manhandling, not beta-read

♡⊱ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez ⊰♡

Too close, too rough, and too quick. 

You didn’t even notice him coming up behind you. The moment you discovered his presence, your chest was already pressed up against the wall in the middle of the hallway. 

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A/N: Grimmjow smut rewrite! I had this piece on my Ao3 and I decided to post i here too!

Summary: Grimmjow hates to like how good it feels to be near you, especially when you touch him like you do.

WARNINGS:  smut / handjob / gn!reader / not as explicit but still NSFW / mdi

His body was burning, but somehow, rather than painful it was something... something more, something Grimmjow had never felt before and certainly something Hollows weren't cut out for.

The feeling of your warm skin against his own provided a fucked up sense of comfort, which made him feel weaker than ever before. Grimmjow didn’t know what was more infuriating: the fact that he was willingly letting you do this or that a mere human could affect him this much.

Your hands found their way to his hair, digits sinking in his blue locks. Grimmjow tensed under your touch, anticipating that awful sound forming at the back of his throat whenever you did soft stupid shit like that.

“No,” he stated. Grimmjow did not want to lose more dignity, as he knew if you continued, he would not be able to hold back his purr.

You pulled away, placing a hand on the opposite side of his mask.

“Does it hurt?” Your voice came out so soft it was almost denigrating. To be treated so kindly was something foreign, although as much as he wanted to be angry at you for it, he always found himself not minding at all. Perhaps that was what pissed him off.

Grimmjow scoffed as he drove his gaze away from yours, “As if”.

“Then why not?” You asked.

Your thumb traced his jawline. Grimmjow frowned, feeling an urge to stand up and leave the room, but the prospect of chicken out made his stomach turn. Grimmjow knew he was strong enough to handle this stupid 'first-time' thing. Even when it seemed to demand more of him than an actual fight.

“Feels fucking weird,” he said, knowing well that it was a lie, but Grimmjow would sooner lose his arm once more than making that purring sound in your presence... again.

“Really? I thought you liked it,” you teased.

"I don't," he retorted, fighting back the sound.

"Oh? I shall stop then."

You motioned backwards, to which he quickly caught your waist. Grimmjow pressed you back against him.

"Just hurry up and finish it, damn it!"

You gazed into his eyes, and for some reason, holding your look made his tummy tingle. He glanced aside.

You sighed.

“Let’s stop for today.”

You moved to stand up from his lap, but he didn’t let go.

“Grimmjow, there's no point if you don’t want to. I told–”

“I didn’t say that,” he said severely. Suddenly, the prospect of losing your warmth irritated him more than the idea of enjoying it, if that made any sense. “I haven’t fled, have I?”

You knew by the tone of his voice that it was the only thing his pride would allow him to say, but considering he allowed you to keep this up, it was enough.

You smiled before nipping his earlobe, slowly drawing a path of wet, open mouth kisses along his neck to his collarbone. Grimmjow groaned when you licked a stripe up his bone mask. His instincts screamed to shove you away from that area, but his mind went limp of bliss. It felt too good to mind.

You placed your hands on the neck of his jacket to peel it out. Your hands rambled over his naked chest. Hollows were truly pure muscle. You could tell, by pressing lightly at his skin that he had turned his Hierro off. Grimmjow lifted his neck under your awed gaze. He trusted you, even if he would rather die than admitting to it.

You kissed his chest, sucking and biting from time to time. Grimmjow groaned, gripping your thighs. This was humiliating, but Grimmjow did not care anymore. The more skin-to-skin contact you provided, the more he felt like losing his mind.

"Here, you can touch me too," you told him as you took his hand and drove it across your side. His big hand palmed the fat of your thighs as you slowly took his hand up to your chest. It was an even movement. Grimmjow learned it in no time.

He kept it up in silence, staring at you in awe. How come you could have him so carelessly close to you? Grimmjow was a killer. He could squeeze you a bit harder and crush your bones. Yet, you lay there making soft sounds of enjoyment.

"You're fucking weird, you know?"

"Hmm but you like it," you retorted.

Grimmjow scoffed. "You wish."

This time, there was no bite to his words, just something close to teasing. He kissed you, after that (much to your surprise). Grimmjow felt like something wanted to crawl from inside him, a tickling feeling that he could not bring himself to hate.

You pressed yourself further against him, and he fought back a moan when you rubbed over his lower half. He shuddered.

"Do it again," he said. Pitiful, Grimmojow thought. So pitiful.

You obliged. He squeezed you closer to him, his hands sinking deeply into your sides, it burned, and you hoped it would bruise. You wanted him to claim you as much as you were claiming him.

You sneaked your hand past the black sash in his uniform, inside his white hakama, and he stiffened. His hand flew to your wrist.

“Relax, it’ll feel good. I promise,” you said quickly.

Grimmjow grimaced. It was already feeling good, and he was getting impatient. What could be better than this? The answer hit him as soon as your hand closed around his hard cock. Grimmjow cursed under his breath, fighting back a moan.

You enjoyed how his body responded positively to your touch and held him closer when he started to chase your hand with messy, inexperienced hip movements. Grimmjow’s dick was nothing like some others you’ve seen or touched… and the fact that he had no balls was queer. That was the very first time it occurred to you that hollow’s sexual organs were different from humans. It made sense, in a way, since they didn’t have a purpose to be there.

“See? I told you you’d like it,” you whispered in his ear as your pace increased, tearing another soft growl from him, but this time the sound was a little more tamed. Grimmjow was finally giving up a little pride for the sake of feeling good.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you? It’s okay, don’t resist…”

Your voice was sweet, coaxing him into his high and Grimmjow thought he might as well die right there. The heat at his lower belly spread through his veins like wildfire, making him shudder as a sound between a moan and a purr left his mouth. Short spasms pulsed where your hand closed around him, caring and almost knocking a sense of bliss that soon relaxed him completely.

You held him as he caught his breath, slowly coming down from his high under your sweet touch.

“Why?” Grimmjow panted in your ear after some time.

You noted his grip on your thigh had gone lighter, almost as if he was stroking it. You hummed.

"Why, what?"

“Why did you give me– made me do this?”

He changed his words to keep some dignity, you presumed.

“I told you didn’t I? it’s a human thing you do to be closer–”

“No,” Grimmjow interjected. He paused briefly to choose his words correctly, hating himself for what he wanted to hear from you. But the craving would not disappear. Besides, there was no one but the two of you at that very moment, and as much as he disliked admitting it, that meant it was safe.“The reason you’re always giving me soft shit like this. Tell me again.”

You smiled, pressing your forehead to his own, barely gracing his nose with yours.

“Because I love you.”

MMA FIGHTER SUKUNA LOVES WHEN HIS CHUBBY BUNNY CHOKES HIM

Yall were having hate sex bc of an argument (he doesn't even remember what it was about) and you were on top riding him. Sukuna just kept hurling insults at you (nothing serious, just saying how you were being ridiculous and he couldn't believe you were getting upset over something so dumb) and you were just so sick of hearing him that you leaned forward, pressing your thumbs to his jugular veins and hissing, "Why don't you just shut the fuck up already?"

Yall. When i tell you this man wheezed, eyes rolling back as he came immediately sksksksk

Now he teases you relentlessly, pushing your buttons until your cute tiny hand finds his muscular throat and gives a threatening squeeze. He loves pounding into your tight cunt, your hand around his neck, demanding that he cum inside you and not waste a single drop or else you won't let him touch you for a month.

Oikawa who gets hit with baby fever and has to spend hours with you in a press babbling about how he’s at least gonna fuck twins into you and makes you squirt countless times claiming you’ll take his cum better that way? 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

breeder! oikawa + petnames (bunny) + mating press + creampie + overstimulation + messy sex + squirting + praise + f! reader

it’s a gentle question at first, arms pushing your legs against your body even more- he asks with a sickly sweet tone, soft smile looking down while you’re cross eyed and sticky from the waist down-

“did you know-“ oikawa grunts, hissing, head tipping down, pretty hair of his tickling your nose before he picks his head back up.

“that it’ll be easier for you- if you’re all wet down there.” he finally groans out, two loads of his cum slowly seeping out with every push of his reddened cock inside, watching with lidded eyes as you start fluttering down around him once more.

“you’ll be able to take my cock so much better bunny- just squirt for me-“

he says it to shush your cries, cooing down at you that it’ll all be okay, he just needs you to take one more... that this load is the one that’ll stick, that’ll make you so pretty, glowey, fat and round with his babies.

“t-toorū!” you squeal, eyes no longer watching him, crossing while you wheeze, legs burning with the stretch he’s put your body in.

“‘ts okay- it’s okay baby... i told you, squirt one more time, one more time and it’ll all feel so good.” he nearly exclaims, furiously thrusting into you, jackhammering the swollen and raw head of his cock up into the sweetest spot- the one that finally has your cunt gush forth another spray of cum, landing all over his lower tummy, thighs, dripping down onto the bed.

“atta girl! theres my baby! sweet bunny-“

in the midst of fucking you, showering your pretty seizing up body with praises, his balls clench sorely, running dry- but still cuming enough that it oozes out, complimenting your own wet cum dripping onto the bed.

“oh- that’s it... you’re gunna be the best mommy... so sweet.” toorū breathes, mind foggy with lust and the swirling need to breed you.

❝when you give your love, you drive me crazy.❞ - seijoh

— iwaizumi, matsukawa, oikawa, hanamaki, kyotani.

i made part one and wanted so badly to add issei and tōru and thought, why not give seijoh their own spotlight? part one here. minors dni or i’ll p33 in ur cheerios.

TW! fem!bodied, pet names (bunny), praise throughout, slight size kink in iwaizumi (beeg dick), mating press in mattsun’s, fingering, oral (f), hiro just stares at reader’s cooch, slight scent kink in kyou’s.

— iwaizumi hajime.

❥ becomes absolutely smitten the moment he sinks his cock between your slick folds.

❥ buries his head into your neck, puts his full weight onto you, and just gently rocks his hips against yours.

❥ hands firmly secured on your hips to keep you place while he thrusts into you.

❥ says anything and everything that’s on his mind. tells you how perfect you are for him, cunt was made for him, gonna cum if you keep squeezing like that. whatever comes to mind, he’s saying it.

••

iwaizumi has to steady himself, has to pace himself once he feels your walls wrapped around him.

dropping his chest against yours, his head stays tucked underneath your jaw, each bated breath and soft curse pressed against the skin of your neck.

holding onto his bicep, you’re squeezing your fingers around the hard muscle as he rocks his hips against yours. each thrust is slow and heavy as he fucks his cock in and out of you. “h-hajime! you’re so big!”

if his face was visible, you’d be able to see the way his eyes cross just slightly at your praise, his hands holding your hips tightly against his own as he picks up his pace.

“it’s cause this fucking cunt was made for me.”

— matsukawa issei.

❥ he’s very talkative and moans so much it’s borderline embarrassing.

❥ he just becomes so lost in you, so lost in how soft you are and how warm your body feels against his.

❥ only way he fucks you is in a press or missionary, he has to see each pretty face you make.

❥ becomes absolutely hooked on each little beg and moan that falls from your lips. always responding with a little “yeah?” “uh huh?”

••

there’s a quiet gasp that slips past both of your lips, a second where your breaths get caught in the back of each other’s throats. “issei —”

“i know baby, gimme - shit - gimme a second.” your legs are firmly hooked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to drop his hips further into you. the small action draws a low groan from his chest.

giving you exactly what you’re silently asking for, matsukawa pulls out just far enough until the mushroom shaped tip of his cock rests between your folds, moaning into your neck when he sends his hips flush against yours.

thick arms grasp at your thighs, pulling them away from his waist to push them against your chest, each little shift making him sink further into you.

“you feel so good, gonna make me cum so fast.”

— oikawa tōru.

❥ acts like he isn’t affected by you, acts like the sight of him sinking into you isnt sending him into a tizzy.

❥ loves it when you ride him.

❥ because he can lay there and watch you fuck yourself on his cock and take what’s yours.

❥ pulls you close and mumbles in your ear about how your cunt was made for him, how he wants you to make yourself feel good.

••

your palms lay flat against tooru’s chest, helping to keep yourself balanced as your hips meet his, the soft sound of his thighs slapping against your ass being the only thing heard besides your shared moans.

oikawa’s eyes lazily follow each curve of your body, hearts practically glowing within his irises when he watches himself sink into you. “fuck bunny, just like that.”

with his words, your head drops down to meet his gaze, walls clenching around his length at the sight below you. his hair is splayed against the pillow and a thin layer of sweat covers his body, lips parted so each moan and words of praise can fall from them.

his arms reach up to wrap around your shoulders, hand resting on the back of your neck as he brings his lips to yours.

the shift in position has you crying against his mouth, “i know it baby, taking me so well huh?”

— hanamaki takahiro.

❥ the biggest tease.

❥ the type to have you on your tummy and your ass up, hands resting on the backs of your thighs as he spreads your pussy.

❥ becomes so distracted and just watches the way you clench around nothing, doesn’t realize how badly he’s staring.

❥ he doesn’t stay distracted for very long, one moan of his name from you and he’s quickly getting to work.

••

takahiro’s hands are warm against the curve of your ass, thumbs dipping between your legs to spread your folds, too distracted to catch the squirm of your hips.

“hiro please, don’t stare, ‘s embarrassing.” your begs are muffled as you look at him over your shoulder, his eyes briefly catching yours before he shifts behind you.

a smirk pulls at his lips as his hand glides between your spread legs, fingers gathering your slick as he dips between your folds. a soft moan reaching his ears as he curls them up to brush against that little spot within.

his fingers pull away from your warm walls, gliding up to toy with your clit as his mouth replaces them, “sorry baby, you just look so pretty.”

— kyoutani kentarou.

❥ becomes so so so greedy.

❥ he’ll unintentionally tease you, kissing you over your panties, nose nudge between your folds, tongue licking at the material. he just can’t wait, needs it now.

❥ meanwhile he’s grinding down into the mattress below, the scent and taste of your pussy alone being enough to make him nearly cum.

❥ but that greediness takes over and he’s diving his tongue into your cunt, the fabric that was once covering it being ripped off so he can get what he wants.

••

each grind of hips against the firm mattress sends his nose bumping into your clit once more, tongue diving impossibly deep as he continues to lap at your folds.

“ken! ease up, please, ‘s too much.”

your pleas go straight to his cock, pushing his hips further into the sheets beneath him as he groans against you.

the squirming of your thighs in his grip has kyoutani’s fingers digging at the plush flesh, trying to keep you in place. “stop moving, doll. just let me make you cum, okay?”

the words dying at the back of his throat as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently before his tongue moves in figure eights around the sensitive bud. “you can do it.”

YVVJI © 2021

title ; birthday gift

wc ; 2750

pairing ; tendou x reader x ushijima

tags ; pegging/assplay/anal, mmf threesome ish, v!reader, gendered nicknames (babygirl, etc), one instance of pussy slapping, so much jizz, very light bondage, in the pussy raw bc this is my fantasy and i make the rules, overstim, switch ushijima, soft dom tendou, sub reader, praise kink, choking, hair pulling

beta ; mae, my love

“Mmm, just like that~” Tendou coos in your ear, just quiet enough to be heard over the grunts and sighs coming from beneath you - the feeling of his long fingers gripping the leather around your waist nearly distracts you from the task he’s instructed you to complete. “Isn’t she so good, Wakatoshi?” Lust-blown brown eyes meet yours in a silent plea, dark bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat. You’ve been teasing him for the better part of an hour now, his arms tied carefully over his head as you trace the rim of his asshole with lubricated fingers. The cool silicone of the expertly-selected dildo strapped to your hips rests teasingly on his inner thigh. “May I?”

Tendou confirms with a hot kiss to your neck as you slowly insert one finger to the knuckle, shuddering as Ushijima twitches under you, already so overstimulated. His eyes flutter shut as he adjusts to the minor stretch while you reach your free hand out to gently scrape your nails along the underside of his taut thigh. You watch carefully as his toned abdomen squeezes and contracts to follow his labored breathing.

You’re tempted to take the lead a little bit, watching him writhe underneath you. Your fingers trace up and up until you’re gently cupping and squeezing his balls, hoping your boyfriend won’t notice this deviation from his strict orders. You use the momentary distraction to slide in another finger.

Tendou chuckles against your shoulder as his hands rise up to knead at your chest, playfully pinching your nipples. You lean back into his touch as you curl your fingers into Ushijima’s tight walls, feeling his dick throb with the stimulation.

“I didn’t tell you to do that,” Tendou murmurs, “you’ve gotten pretty confident, haven’t you?”

Your only response is a nod and a breathy sigh as he continues to fondle you. Your eyes are trained on Ushijima’s face as you slowly work him open, but a firm pinch to your nipple and a hissed command in your ear brings you back to reality.

“Do you remember the rules?” One large hand comes to wrap gently around your throat. “Or should I edge you for a full day like last time, hmm?” He squeezes carefully, applying measured pressure to your pulse points, and it sends shockwaves straight to your cunt. You can’t imagine not being allowed to chase your own pent up release, not when you’ve been so good so far.

“N-no,” you stutter, removing your loose grip from Ushijima’s heavy balls and returning your free hand to his thigh, as you were instructed to do earlier. “No, sir.” Your obedience stirs something in Ushijima, as his glazed-over gaze is fixated on Tendou’s hand flexing around your throat.

Both Ushijima’s reaction and the way your hips angle back to meet his own are not lost on Tendou; he couldn’t miss the filthy scene laid in front of him that he orchestrated. The temporary power he has over both of you and your pleasure is enough to make his head spin and his dick rock hard, precum smearing across his belly as your ass presses into him. But he’ll wait - the scene is still unfolding.

“I think he’s ready for you,” he coos, moving his hands now to rest again on your hips, fingers toying with the straps. You nod obediently, temporarily removing yourself from Ushijima to apply a little more lube to the toy. Your brain is delightfully tingling as Tendou keeps his careful grip on your throat, and you clumsily align the toy with Ushijima’s puckered hole.

Slowly, achingly slowly, you sink further and further as Ushijima pants, flushed cock twitching as he struggles to catch his breath. Satori’s grip on your neck loosens and you begin to pant as well, leaning your head back onto his chest as you finally bottom out. He coos a hushed, “good girl” that makes you throb, caressing your flushed cheek with his long fingers.

He holds you still there for a moment, maybe a little longer than he should, only because the way both you and Ushijima look right now, panting and desperate and waiting for his command, is an image he wants seared into his memory.

But the watery look in his best friend’s eyes, pleading for some kind of friction and release from the teasing he’s endured, convinces him it’s time to get moving.

“Go ahead,” he whispers in your ear, “give him what he came here for.” You don’t hesitate to obey, carefully arching your back and pulling out halfway, before slowly easing back in. Your pace is slow and calculated, giving him almost enough to adjust before your hips are pressed flush to his thighs. Your grip on his corded thighs tightens as you hold yourself steady, using him for leverage as you maintain your speed. With the way his gorgeous cock twitches against his abs, you know that it still isn’t enough. Tendou notices, as well.

“Now I want you to take your cute little hand,” he hums as his own hand trails down your arm before grabbing your wrist and leading you, “and get to working on his pretty cock.” His touch leaves a searing trail across your skin, and you immediately comply, beginning by smearing the sticky mixture of precum and sweat that’s gathered at the blushing head of Ushijima’s cock. You stroke his length slowly, applying gentle pressure that elicits a rumbling moan from deep in his chest, louder than he’s been all night.

Your hips still for a moment as Tendou grips your ass, lightly spreading your cheeks as he situates his leaking length between them. He presses your forward at an acute angle that has you leaning over Ushijima.

With a roll of his hips and a gentle command of “move”, you begin moving in tandem, matching the pace of your hand to the roll of your hips. It’s all dictated by Tendou’s rhythm, carefully leading you from behind. His cock slides between your cheeks as you move, spreading precum on your lower back. His hips press you closer until you’re nearly sandwiched between both men, angling the strap on deep enough to tear a wanton, nearly whining moan from Ushijima. His mouth is hanging open, flushed down to his chest and eyes glazed over. Your hand on his cock squeezes a little tighter, almost squished between your bodies as your boyfriend pushes you even closer. The way Ushijima’s breath becomes erratic, Satori knows he’s almost there.

“You’re doing-” he breathes, “-so good, m-my good girl.” His eyes flit back and forth between Ushijima’s absolutely fucked out expression and your ass, feeling your arousal pooling as his balls slap against your cunt. “Almost there~”

His grip on your hips tightens and he quickly picks up the pace, the sound of moans and slapping skin filling the room. Ushijima cums with a strangled grunt, and Tendou leans back to watch over your shoulder as you pump him to completion, his sticky seed making an absolute mess on your breasts and his abdomen.

You straighten up and gently pull the toy out, leaning back against Satori for support. He presses a tender kiss to your sweaty shoulder, bringing one hand up to your chest to gather some of Ushijima’s seed on his fingers. Wordlessly he presses them to your lips, and you obediently lick them clean. You can feel his cock throb against your ass, and you realize that the party isn’t quite over.

In your submissive haze you don’t realize that he’s loosening the harness until the toy falls to the floor with a wet “thud”. His careful hands smooth over the area where the leather dug into your flesh, kneading gently where it indented. You sigh gratefully, hands still resting on Ushijima’s trembling thighs.

“It’s your turn,” he says, reaching his arm around you to tease his skilled fingers around your swollen lips, “I want you to get on the bed, on top of our dear Wakatoshi.” Even in your desperate state, you’re a little skeptical, hesitating for a moment until the hand teasing your folds rears backs and comes down with a harsh smack that sends a shock like electricity through your veins, just hard enough to make you yelp. “Come on, pretty girl.”

You scramble onto the bed with shaky legs, climbing over Ushijima until you’re straddled above him. In this position, you hover above him with your ass in the air, biting your lip as your eyes drink in the sight of him, trying to recover from being absolutely wrecked by you. He seems nearly as dazed as you are, surprised by the change in position but not upset.

“Are you ready for me?” You nod, letting out a soft whimper as he drags the leaking tip of his cock over your sensitive clit. “Both of you, color.”

You and Ushijima each manage to get out “green”, and at the signal Tendou pushes in, eliciting a gasp as you lean forward on your elbows, pressing your messy tits against Ushijima’s firm chest. As your boyfriend wastes no time thrusting into your velvet heat, your head spins and you struggle to hold yourself up. The motion of Tendou’s heavy thrusts has you rocking against the large man underneath you, smearing his spend between your bodies. He grunts a deep curse as he strains against the restraints on his wrists, wanting nothing more than to grope whatever flesh he can reach. Behind you, Tendou breathes a bemused laugh as he watches his overstimulated friend struggle.

“Tempting, isn’t she?” As if to prove his point, he leans forward and pushes you further so that your flushed face is pressed into the crook of Ushijima’s shoulder, giving him nowhere to hide as you whimper and whine. Your belly drags along his oversensitive cock trapped between you, and his hips rut up towards you to chase the friction.

Between the way Ushijima’s girthy length rubs along your clit and the way Tendou seems to know exactly which angle to hit, the pressure in your gut builds and coils until it feel like every muscle in your body contracts at once, and you bite Ushijima’s shoulder to hold back the cry that threatens to escape, but your boyfriend isn’t having any of that.

His long fingers tangle in your hair and roughly yank your head back, lifting you until your back arches. Tendou fucks you through your orgasm, cursing as your walls clamp down on him. Ushijima watches in awe, front and center to your fucked out expression as you sing Satori’s praises. His cock is painfully hard again.

With one last erratic thrust, Tendou buries himself to the hilt, coming with a strangled “fuck!” as he paints your velvet walls with his seed. He pulls out carefully, releasing his grip on your hair and watching as his cum drips from your hole.  You collapse onto Ushijima, barely catching your breath before you’re being pulled up again.

“Now, babygirl,” he coos gently, tone almost condescending, “look what you did.” He motions down to Ushijima’s cock beneath you, once again flushed and twitching. “He just can’t get enough of you. Do you think you can give him a little taste? Let him return the favor for earlier?” You whine in response, brain clouded by the pleasure still running through your veins.

“What d’you say?”

Your eyes trail up to Ushijima’s face, brows knotted in a silent plea. His hips buck under you ever so slightly, and the way it makes your nerves buzz sends you right back into that comfortable submissive haze. “Yes, sir,” you breathe as you carefully lift yourself onto your shaky knees.

Tendou helps lift you as you steady yourself on Ushijima’s sturdy chest, helping align the head of his cock to where your boyfriend’s cum is still dripping from your puffy lips. He slowly lowers you down, giving you time to adjust to the change in girth. Your eyes screw shut as he stretches you out, the sting just barely piercing through the haze in your mind.

The amount of restraint that Ushijima maintains is astounding, carefully waiting for you to adjust even while your sloppy cunt nearly sucks him in. The intoxicating heat of you is dizzying, the way your nails leave crescent-shaped welts on his shoulders and your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth making him nearly lose control.

He shares a heated look with Tendou who’s grinning over your shoulder, before speaking up.

“Color.” It’s less of a question and more of a command, rumbling in his deep bass in a way that makes you snap back to reality.

“G-green.”

His self control is gone, hips pistoning up into you as Tendou’s firm grip on your waist keeps you steady. The mixture of your arousal and Tendou’s cum creates a creamy ring around Ushijima’s cock as he wrecks you, the lewd squelching and smacking sounds of your hips connecting almost as loud as the strained moans ripping from your throat.

Tendou grabs a fistful of your hair again to pull your drooping head up, letting you fall against his chest as your boneless body bounces on Ushijima’s cock. “Let him see you, pretty girl.”

Ushijima’s pointed gaze flickers back and forth between your glazed, submissive expression, your tits bouncing freely as you can do nothing but lean back and let him abuse your aching pussy, and the stretch of your puffy lips around his thick cock. The combination of all three is enough to do him in, but he holds out, wanting to savor this feeling as long as he’s allowed.

Despite the ache in your muscles you feel light, nearly euphoric as you release any thought of control from your mind. You’re in good hands, the stern commands leading you to this place where you feel wanted and adored from all the praise and attention. The way Ushijima’s cock fills you to the brim and Tendou’s hands roam appreciatively over your body makes the heat in your veins rise to a dizzying temperature, and before long it feels like release is your only option. Overused and overstimulated, your walls contract as white dances behind your eyes and the overbearing pressure in your pussy squeezes as you come with a high-pitched cry, creaming on Ushijima’s cock as his pace stutters.

He may have been able to hold back before, but not now. Your walls squeeze him so tight, so suddenly that with a jerk he unloads inside of you, rewarded with the sight of a mess of cum - his, yours, and Tendous - leaking from your swollen pussy and onto him. He closes his eyes as he finally relaxes, chest heaving and thighs shaking.

You have nothing left to give, leaning your full weight onto Tendou’s chest as he gently pets your damp hair from your flushed face and whispers soft praises. He carefully lifts you, shuffling you until you’re laying on the bed next to Ushijima before reaching over to quickly undo the restraints.

“You did so well,” he says quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed and softly rubbing his thumb over your cheek, “both of you.” An exhausted Ushijima grunts next to you, barely able to do more than rub at the tender red marks on his wrists. “I’ll be right back~”

He hums a little tune as he retrieves a cloth dampened with warm water and two water bottles from the kitchen. Returning to the bedroom, he hands Ushijima one of the water bottles and gets to work cleaning you up. He’ll help you into the bath later, but for now he’ll keep you here with him. Ushijima quickly cleans himself off before flopping unceremoniously back down onto the bed.

Pride swells in his chest at the sight of you two, fucked out and exhausted in his bed. It’s a tight fit, but after grabbing a blanket he manages to snuggle up next to you. Even in your current half-asleep state you cuddle up into his chest, sighing as he pulls the blanket up around you. Ushijima turns to face your back, placing a warm hand on your side and squeezing gently. It’s very grounding, being held by the both of them as you come down from your high.

Eyes closed and already halfway towards sleep, Ushijima mutters a quiet, “Happy birthday.”

Tendou cracks a mile-wide smile, unable to hide the absolute joy he feels. He kisses your sweaty temple and snuggles closer to you.

“Thanks.”