Y8zuriha - IAN

« i will continue to love you in every timeline. »

SUKUNA SAVING YOUR LIFE

synopsis: this is based on this random thought.

a/n: this was way harder than i thought it'd be. and it took so much longer than i planned. (i even worked on it during my lectures i just couldn't get it OUT OF MY MIND). anyway, i hope you enjoy it!!!

the curse had come out of nowhere.

you'd been celebrating your victory of successfully eliminating the threat of the grade one curse with your classmates, when all of a sudden, an overwhelming surge of energy knocked the four of you to the ground.

it didn't take long for you to find yourself trapped in the special curse's domain, unable to move due to the sheer pressure of its presence. and it took even less for the three of you to become on the verge of exhaustion, able to barely fight by just for your survival.

"(y/n)! fall back!" you can barely make out megumi's urgent voice before the attack is sent your way, hitting you square in the spine.

the breath is knocked out of your lungs, your mouth opening in a silent scream. unbearable heat and discomfort surges through your bones, incapacitating you.

your hands are trembling, your vision is blurry. around you, the whole world is muffled, like a pillow settling over your five senses. the world is tinted red, and oh? was that a pool of blood increasing in volume with each passing moment?

you struggle to stand up, using whatever strength in your hands to raise yourself up, to keep fighting. if you fall that means you had failed your friends. nobara was already lying unconscious, yuuji and megumi ganging up against the special grade curse.

with shaking legs, you struggle to stand, to balance yourself. but you finally raise your head, bringing your crossed fingers in front of your temple, gathering all your strength into this finally attack.

you accumulate enough cursed energy, feeling your whole body draining, until all at once you release it, and it unleashes stronger than any attack you had ever made.

you were sure, this would hurt the curse badly, enough to create an opening for your friends to finish it off. you and the boys watch it as it finally reaches the curse, the force wave washing over it, you can see yuuji gathering his black flash, ready to take it down—

the curse stands still as the attack washes over it, it sets aflame, and you hear its terrible pained screeches. relief washes over you, the ghost of a smile making its way into your face.

until the flames die out all at once, and the curse slowly, almost comically, turns around. it's previous mocking face was all but gone now. replaced by an ugly frown, it looks angry. and it was looking straight at you.

your eyes widen, hands shaking in disbelief. you can't control the exhaustion as the aftermath washes over you, can't control your trembling lips as you finally collapse.

and then the fear, because you know it's making its way towards you, you know megumi and yuuji won't have time to hold it back. and you really don't want to die, not this soon. you have to move out of its way, but you're on your knees, watching helplessly as it dashes towards you.

unbeknownst to you, at that same moment, excruciating pain surges through yuuji's head. his hands fly up to clutch at his temples as he doubles over.

"get yourself together, we have to help (y/n)!" megumi yells but he knows it's no use, the curse had already crossed half the distance, it was going to get her, and only yuuji's supernatural strength is on par with its own, but he was busy having a migraine—

"he wants to come out!" yuuji finally yells, and in the next instant the all-familiar black tattoos slowly appear on his skin.

he begins growing in size as sukuna takes over his body. megumi couldnt believe his eyes. he had to help (y/n), why the hell did sukuna make an appearance at a time like this? he grits his teeth, taking his defensive stance, but sukuna doesn’t even glance at him.

he dashes towards (y/n), and megumi would have never believed it had he not seen it with his own eyes, but he stands between (y/n) and the curse.

with one swish of his claws the special curse they had almost been killed by is split in half.

there's rage in sukuna's face, rage that freezes megumi on his spot. a manic glint in his eyes as he pounces on the curse and rips it to shreds, even when it is clearly dead.

and when he’s done with it, as he turns around and kneels before you, that rage is nowhere to be seen.

instead, you are sitting there on your knees as you watch it unfold, certain that once the king of curses turns around, you were the one about to be ripped into pieces.

instead he's kneeling in front of you, a conflicted, almost gentle look on his usually demonic features as his large hand reaches out to you, before he stops mid-way.

and you realize with a jolt, that the great curse before you is hesitating.

you feel your heart beating wildly against your chest. you are afraid, very much so. he was so big, so animalistic. with his outstretched claws, his four eyes and his sharp fangs when he opened his mouth only to close it again.

suddenly you feel the tears running down your cheeks, and his eyes soften at the sight.

he isn't hesitant anymore when his hands, with the sheer strength you knew he possessed, wipe away at your tears so gently, so softly, cradling your face as if you were made of glass.

and when he leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead, you refuse to believe this is reality.

when he pulls away, its yuuji facing you with an incredulous look on his face. and you realize with another jolt, that with his kiss, sukuna had healed all your wounds.

you're left speechless, staring into the eyes of your pink-haired friend as if he had suddenly grown another head. he looks back at you with the same look.

***

a week has passed.

you were growing impatient, but you were also scared.

impatient because yuuji was banned from seeing anyone after his latest 'slip-up'. scared because even though you wanted an explanation for what happened, you feared what it could mean.

however, you should've known better than to assume this presumed ban would last any longer. it took only for gojo-sensei to burst into your room for you to understand his intentions.

"wanna go see sukuna-kun?"

you flush at his insinuation. to be fair, you preferred these jabs to be directed in front of your face rather than behind it. it was what everyone was speaking about, anyways. how you had somehow seduced him.

jujutsu sorcerers were truly insane, in more ways than one.

but that was at the very back of your head. as you follow your very tall sensei through the hallways, you finally reach yuuji's room.

as soon as gojo slams open the door, yuuji jumps up from his bed.

"i swear i have him under control. he just went all crazy and started torturing me from the inside. he made a pact and he only wanted to save (y/n)—"

yuuji stops as soon as he spots you.

you pale. so, it really was true. he didn't, say, hold a grudge against that particular curse, or he didn't feel bloodthirsty all of a sudden. no, but of course not, he had healed you after.

he had wiped away your fearful tears.

"yuuji-kun!" gojo-sensei suddenly exclaims. "do whatever (y/n) tells you to do." and with that, he leaves the both of you together, closing the door behind him with a slam.

"are you okay?" yuuji is the first one to break the silence.

you shake your head, "i am fine," you say lowly, "are you?" you ask him sincerely. this was, after all, the first time you'd seen each other after that dreadful mission.

he flashes you a wary smile, his hand flying to rub the back of his head. “well… ” he starts. “it’s been, strange.”

“what do you mean?”

yuuji’s face is serious when he replies. “he’s been awfully quiet.”

you don’t know how to react to that information, but you can’t help but look away.

you’re now both sitting on yuuji’s bed, knees almost touching. instinctively, you grab his hand with yours and squeeze it.

“that’s a good thing, no?”

“well, yes.” he turns to fully face you. “but he’s never this quiet. he’s always spouting insults and threats, this silence is…unnerving.”

you hum. “i see.” you nod, thinking of the best course of action. “i need to speak to him.”

the words surprised you as much as it surprised him.

“uh-oh, no well in hell.”

“you heard what gojo-sensei said, do whatever i say.”

“i am sure he didn’t mean letting out the king of curses.”

“i am sure that’s exactly what he meant.” and you were very sure. knowing your sensei, he must have known that this is eventual what you would want to do. which is exactly why he uttered that last command to yuuji.

yuuji thrashes around, muttering about how irresponsible and stupid you were being, you didn't disagree, but you stood your ground. with your arms crossed over your chest, your deadpan face finaly drives yuuji to agree.

"fine!" he finally concedes. "but you get ten seconds with him."

you laugh humorlessly, "two minutes."

"you're mad," yuuji shook his head. "i'll give you one minute, but the second i sense malicious intent i am switching."

you nod. "fair enough."

and as yuuji steps back and closes his eyes, you start to panic. what exaclty were you going to do once you face him???

you had no time to think as yuuji starts growing in size, the black tattoos appearing slowly on his skin.

and when narrowed, red eyes glare back at you, you take a deep, shaken breath.

he does nothing but stare at you. you don't miss the way his eyes scan your body, or how his displeased frown only seems to grow by the second. his overwhelming presence takes over your senses. an aura of destruction and death fills the room, and it becomes harder to see anything past the fear clouding your thoughts.

"what do you want, brat?"

somehow, hearing those words helps to calm your nerves. even if they were spoken with such disdain and displeasure. it was the indication you needed to be certain he wasn't going to attack you.

but deep down, you knew all along that he wouldn't hurt you. not really, anyway.

despite every fiber in your being telling you to take a step back, you take one step forward with shaky legs.

he seems taken aback, and if you weren't hyper aware of every slight movement he made, you would've missed the slight inhale of breath when you took another step forward.

"you have some nerve, to stand unarmed before me." he says sowly. "if this were anyone else—"

he realizes his mistake and stops. his jaw is harshly set, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. if this were anyone else.

"i know you." you finally say the words that have been plaguing you all week.

sukuna freezes. three, simple words rendering him in a state of disarray he hadn't experienced in hundreds of years. it was all he could to maintain the scowl on his face, the leer as he looked at this woman to whom he had given out his heart so, so, many years before.

he barely remembered her, and it made him all the more pissed. why would such a puny, tiny, (beautiful) creature make him, this confused? this obsessive, this protective?

he hadn't been able to stop thinking about you ever since he first saw you through the eyes of yuuji. something in him stirred, something he had long lost. but of course, he ignored the jabs he could feel every time you got yourself hurt. he didn't care. he never did.

so why had he gone feral when you had laid there, on the brink of death? the thought of losing you, of your death. it was suffocating, unbearable, he couldn't allow it. he didn't allow it. did he?

and this was why you were here, standing so close to him. loooking at him with those big (e/c) eyes that searched his for answers. you look so soft, so weak compared to his strength; he knew he could kill you with one swipe of his claws. the thought, however, didn't entice him one bit.

and then you spoke those words. i know you. and it was as if you had read him perfectly, saw right through him. understood exactly what was going on here.

"you know me too." it wasn't a question.

your voice was so low, so shaky, but not uncertain. you suddenly wanted to touch his rough skin with your own, to close the distance and feel him. how was it, that one felt affection for a monster?

"you need to stay away from me," he says, and your eyes find his. they were pained, but stern.

"why?"

"because i am a curse." he steps closer, and you realize with a jolt how close he was to you, how, if anyone of you takes one step closer, your chests would collide. "isn't that common knowledge for you troublesome sorcerers?"

and then his hands hover again, just like they did back then when he saved you. and even if he does hesitate like last time, this time, he continues. until his finger is on your face.

gently, slowly. one finger, and then the rest follow as he cradles your cheek.

the breath has long been knocked out of you. he towers over you and you're frozen. how can a beast such as him gaze at you with such longing?

"why do i know you?" you whisper, and he gently shakes his head.

the movement is slow as his eyes roam your face, until they finally settle on your lips. he slowly brings his thumb to brush over your lips.

your heart almost burst through your chest. your lips slightly part.

you can't move, not under his gaze. not when he was this big, this magnificent.

all too soon, he pulls away.

"never seek me out again." he says. you panic, hands reaching out to stop him as he steps away.

but you were too late, yuuji's confused face staring back you.

***

you toss and turn in your bed that night.

a simple moment you'd spent with him, and it had completely taken over your thoughts.

despite your better judgment, for the nth time that day, your fingers ghost over your lips.

you could still feel his touch, hot and hiding a secret you wished to unfold.

who were you to him in your past life? you shudder at the possibilities, at the truth you saw in his rough, yet sincere gaze.

eyes softening at the reminder, you hug your pillow tighter to your chest, as you let out a defeated sighed.

until they suddenly harden upon the following events.

somehow, the higher ups had gotten wind of the situation. you were summoned immediately after departing from yuuji's room.

"this is an unprecedent case," they had said.

"you do understand the importance of this task, don't you, (l/n)?"

"make sure to earn the affection of the king of curses, that way, we might finally be able to control him."

what did they expect you to do? you were barely able to get a minute to speak with him, let alone earn his affection. whatever that meant.

amidst your jumbled thoughts, a yawn makes its way to your mouth. you feel the fatigue washing over you. tapping on your phone screen, it lights up. 2:47, it says. you really should sleep.

but just as soon as you start closing your eyes, your phone starts buzzing non-stop.

annoyed, but more so alarmed, you quickly reach out for your phone. it was yuuji who was blowing up your phone.

pink-haired dork:

(Y/N)!!

he's killing me

he wants to see you

he's demanding to see you

(y/n) i want to see you too, something has happened i need to tell u.

don't come to my room we're both being watched.

(y/n) are u here??? wake up!!!!

you sit up straight, staring at the screen apprehensively. your fingers begin tapping away.

what do u mean we're being watched?? wth

your phone buzzes instantly.

pink haired dork:

megumi told me. he and nobara overheard a conversation earlier. we didn't understand what it meant but i think sukuna does.

he's been pestering me for hours but he just told me it means you're in danger

your confusion increases as you begin to reply.

and you believe him?

pink-haired dork:

i can't risk not to. if this true, (y/n), then we need to get you out of here.

before you can reply, your phone buzzes again.

meet me by the fountain in 15

climb out of the window.

DON'T USE THE DOOR

THEY'RE WATCHING IT

it wasn't that you didn't believe him, this was a hundred percent a scenario you should have seen coming. the higher ups would take advantage of any situation if it meant gaining an advantage over a curse. what you were doubtful again, was the sukuna part.

you don't think too much as you sneak out, not wanting to make yuuji wait out in the cold. you wear a jacket and rush out into the chilly night, being extra careful not to make any sound.

you spot him pacing back and forth besides the fountain. once he hears you coming, he lifts his head. the next moment he was dragging you by the wrist to a more scheduled spot in the garden.

"yuuji what—"

he shushes you, until you reach the location hidden by overgrown trees and vines. "we can't risk anyone seeing us together," yuuji says. "we can't anyone see you near him."

"i got that, but why? what happened?"

"by the ocean's might she was reaped. the devil's claw invincible after an era of peace. the skies welcomed his calamity. against the cruel sorcerers he swore his wrath. the world shall never again know peace shall she be reborn.''

the words were suddenly spoken from yuuji's cheek.

yuuji only nods. as if you were supposed to understand what that meant.

"what does that even mean?" you cross your arms over your chest. and when yuuji only looks as confused as you, you frown.

"this is what megumi and nobara overheard, and sukuna is saying—"

"so you don't know what it mean?"

"no. but he does."

"so tell him to explain!!"

"he won't, unless i let him out."

"let him out then!" you finally retort. you see yuuji falter, you understand his hesitance. but if sukuna wanted to hurt you, he would have already, wouldn't he?

"okey, okey. just be careful alright?" he sends you a stern look. all you could so is nod as you prepare yourself for another showdown with the king of curses.

and once he stands before you in all his glory, you realize this is a bit easier than last time. after all, he was the one who wanted to see you.

"i thought you said, 'never seek me out again'" you make a terrible impression of his previous order.

a big mistake.

you blink and you're pushed on the ground, his hand wrapped around your throat. he was only lightly squeezing, but with his intimidating form leering over you, his fangs barred inches away from your face, you can't help the fear that crawls into your senses.

"know your place, brat." he whispers into your ear. goosebumps erupt against your skin. you can't believe how fast he was, you didn't even see him coming.

you glare at him, trying to wiggle out, but he overpowered you compeltely.

"let me go," you meekly say, looking up into his eyes.

he had already been staring at you intensely, no, not you. your lips. you suck in a shaky breath. in this compromising position, it wasn't difficult to assume what he was thinking about.

"what are you doing?" your voice, barely a whisper.

and then his eyes look up at you, focused on you. "if you'll allow me, i'll make you remember."

you don't know how to answer because you don't understand what he's saying. you also can't form words, they stay, stuck in your throat. and he can see you’re confused, so he decides to show you what he meant.

he leans his whole body in. his breath fans your face. his presence consumes you, he was everywhere. you couldn’t nt ignore it even if you wanted, how his lips were grazing yours, how you knew if you didnt stop this—

you turn your face away. "no!"

"you don't really have a choice, sweetheart."

and you really don't know what he's going to do to you. and you're really scared. and you're trapped, and helpless. and you're wondering why yuuji isn't switching back. you can only close your eyes and await what's to come.

you were expecting a lot of things, but sukuna gently kissing you wasn't one of them.

his rough lips move against yours. a small peck, at first, as if testing, and when you relax into his touch, (a rush of warmth curses through you, as if this is exactly where you need to be), he molds his lips on yours. his hands that had left your neck land softly on your cheeks, in your hair.

and when his gentle ministrations continue, you finally understand what he meant.

you think he had imbued some cursed energy into the kiss, because suddenly the memories come crashing on you.

you see yourself, but not quite you, loving him. not his human form, no. you had loved him as a curse. you see yourself living with him, chastising him against hurting humans. and he listens. for a decade you lived together.

until he had gotten you pregnant. and that's when the jujutsu sorceress of that era had come together. they had ignored your dallying with the curse because it had benefitted them. the biggest threat to them had been tamed by you, after all.

by when they heard news of your condition it was decided. you could not bring his child into the world. a hybrid, an abnormality. they couldn't risk this unpreceded situation from unfolding.

and so they drowned you when sukuna was away, with your unborn child. sukuna came back to find your body floating lifeless ashore. and the sorceress ambushed him then.

in his grief he was overpowered, and despite killing every last one of them, he was still sealed away.

when the vision stop and you're back to reality, you come face to face with a sukuna watching you intently, with concern flashing on his face.

tears were streaming down your face.

"the world shall never again know peace shall she be reborn.'' he whispers. "a mother's wrath born and unseen, awaiting endless moon cycles to be unleashed."

"that's the rest of the prophecy." he pulls away completely, leaving you lying there, consumed by an overwhelming feeling of grief. "they believe you will avenge what happened once i restore your memories, this is why they're discussing what to do with you."

sukuna might have pulled away, doing nothing but staring as your tears fell, but it was taking him everything not to wrap his arms around you, to comfort you and tell you he'll never let those bastards touch you. never again.

and then you sit up and look at him, with those big eyes he had once worshipped. you don't say anything, processing what he had just told you.

the elders want you dead because of a baseless 'prophecy'? how absurd. how utterly foolish.

but you can't help but be scared. they had killed you once. or, even if that wasn't really you, it certainly felt like it. you rub your shoulders, trembling and whimpering.

and then sukuna can't hold back anymore. he makes his way to you, and takes both your hands with his. he squeezes tightly, tighter than he intended.

"no one will hurt you again, or i'll kill them." he says, and watches as your eyes widen, as the tension in your shoulders dissipates, even if by just a little.

because you know. you can feel the truth in his world. he was't going to let anyone harm you ever again. and you weren't sure if that thought ought to comfort you or scare you to the bone.

a/n: i might do a part 2??? there’s just so much sexual tension between them that deserves to be….written about XD

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Daddy’s favourite ♡

- ryuguji ken | draken (龍宮寺 堅)

WARNINGS || nsfw, incest, infidelity, praise, unprotected sex, pregnancy kink (mentions of blood but nothing severe)

For him, hard work was the most important. He didn’t have his parents growing up and so he was determined to be there for his own children and family. He was a devoted and doting father who made sure his children were well taken care of.

He loved his children a lot but it wasn’t easy not having a favourite. You were the second out of 3 children and his only daughter. You were everything your parents wanted in a child and like your brothers, you seemed to be an overachiever but you were just so good at everything that he took extra notice of you.

You were more of a wife to him than his own wife and he preferred giving you his time. You did everything for him especially when his wife tended to get lazy around the house. He made a lot of money now and she took advantage of that.

“Feels good daddy?” You ask, holding yourself open for him. You made sure the two of you would have the house to yourselves so you could make your daddy feel better after a busy week at work. He was always so grateful for you, his sweetest baby girl.

“Always baby” He groans, pushing his cock into your wet folds. You always made sure to be ready when daddy wanted it so you got ready in the shower before he got home.

“That’s my best girl” He sighs, bottoming out and glancing down at the bulge. His was just so big and thick but you always took it eagerly, ready to be split open just for his pleasure.

“You can move daddy” You moan and he leans in to kiss you as he pulls out until it’s just the tip.

“Ready?” He asks and you nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

That’s the only warning you get before he slams into you hard, fucking you into your mattress. He wishes he could make you pregnant already but he knows you’d have to get your own place first, one that he’d gladly pay for. He’d always spoil you because you deserved nothing but the best.

“Want daddy’s cum?” He asks and you nod, begging him to keep going.

“Please daddy” You grip his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, “want it all, want your baby”

“Fuck” He tosses his head back as his balls slap against your ass. He could feel your pussy clenching around him, already trying to milk him for all he was worth.

“Daddy will give it to you sweetheart” He moans, “whatever you want, it’s all yours”

“All mine” You whimper

“So be a good girl for me and take it okay?” He kisses your cheek

“Yes daddy” You say, “whatever you want”

Pussydrunk choso lapping your cunt while your on your gaming chair playing gta and he's on the floor in front of you with your legs placed over his broad shoulders and his head buried between your thighs.

He's just so obsessed with pleasing you and making you feel good. He's been at it for the past hour, slurring and tougue fucking your cunt like a dehydrated man thats so desperate for your cum, the front of his hair is all messy and wet from you squirting, even his shirt is all wet but that man doesn't even care, all he cares about is making you cum and squirt so he can taste you

He's in heaven right there, there's no place he'd rather be than between your thighs. He fucking loves the taste of you, it's like he can never get enough of that sweet little cunt. Since the first time he tasted you he just couldn't stop, he kept begging and begging you over and over even when you told him your cunt is too sore from how often he does it.

He runs his tongue up and down your folds before sucking on your clit like his life depends on it, at this point you can't even concentrate on your game anymore you'd have to tug on his hair real hard to get his attention but even that gets him more riled up, he loves it when you tug on his hair or when you play his hair while he's eating you out, its like a reward, he just groans and moans against your clit.

Whenever you do cum, he doesn't waste a single bit, he licks it all clean, making sure he doesn't miss a spot whether it was dripping down your asshole or onto the chair, that man doesn't give a fuck he'd get ever last drop and he'd whimper against you telling you how good you taste and asking for more.

Then after that you'd bounce on his cock while his eyes is glued to your bouncing tits, the way it moves up and down each snap of your hips. Its like he's hypnotized by you or something.

hiii! i hope ur doing well <33 anyway, is it okay if you can write the adult trios favorite sex positions and kinks?

$. FAV SEX POSITIONS AND KINKS! ─ the adult trio.

¢. 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ─ h. morow + c. lucilfer + i. zoldyck

¢. 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─ what's the adult trios most desired cravings? let's find out..

¢. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ 1.4k+ wc. pwp. sex positions. mentions of the following kinks: bdsm (dominance). knife play. degrading. praising. roleplaying. impact play. power play. sadomasochism. breeding. hand/feet kink. bondage. corruption kink. (17+).

$. 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐰..

¢. hisoka loves every single position there is to exist and his own made-up ones, which having sex with him is always like gambling, you'll never know what's going on.. you'll have your legs above your head and the next second you'll be tied up against the wall. but, he does have a favorite position out of all of them!

¢. he's a man that enjoys the sight of an ass (c'mon, i know you know he does, have you seen the maintenance he has for those chiseled ass cheeks of his??) making his favorite sex position, doggy style.

¢. he loves being able to grip onto some squishy flesh, digging his nails into you and marking you up while fucking you senseless.

¢. doggy style supports him to drill harder into you. being able to pull you back by the hips and slam you right back onto him while enjoying the sight of you stuffing your face into some fluffy pillows.

¢. he really enjoys watching your ass bounce back against him as well.

¢. he also enjoys doggy style because he likes to pull you flush against him by the arms or by the back of your neck; bareback against bare chest, making it easier for him to whisper filthy sins at the shell of your ear.

¢. which is one of his favorite kinks, degrading and praising. he loves to remind you of how much of a whore you are for fucking him like one. but, if you're handling him well and he's in a good mood, he will praise you for how well you're taking him.

⤷ hisoka also loves praise! praise his body with soft words or even with simple touches, he will melt.

¢. but mind you, this man is filthy, and adores plenty of other kinks.. he's a sadomasochist by heart and loves putting his desired fantasies into bed.. hisoka loves impact play. he enjoys seeing the imprints he blossoms onto your skin with his hands or even with his sharp cards to mark you up and the little twinkle in your eye of plea. he doesn't mind at all if you hurt him physically either, he has a high pain tolerance, and well, he simply enjoys the pain. so biting, scratching, and pulling his hair, he will get a thrill out of it.

⤷ which hisoka enjoys power play as well, so he expects you to at least put on a fight rather than submit so easily for him because it's more, “entertaining” that way.

¢. loves, loves, loves! using his nen ability, elastic love *aka* bungee gum, as the use of bondage play. he loves being able to tie you down with your arms and legs spread out or hanged up at a certain angle so he could fuck you.

¢. loves orgasm control. denying and edging you is his favorite because he gets to see those whiney eyes and pouty lips you always display out to him. the look of need and desire makes him cum on the spot when you beg him.

¢. and lastly, hisoka has a major corruption kink! he loves the fact of turning his favorite and sweet little fruit into a nasty one. hisoka really gets a kick out of it because it always surprises him seeing the filthy things he's shoved into your brain and you use it on him.

$. 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐞𝐫..

¢. what a vanilla man he is.

¢. chrollo adores casual, intimate, hands-on sex, making his favorite sex position, the cowgirl position.

¢. he loves the feeling of you grinding yourself on him as his callused hands can freely roam up and down your body; squeezing and slapping at your tender flesh as your hands can wander around his chiseled torso.

¢. chrollo also likes this position because he can also easily take control, planting his feet down firmly and pistoning his hips up against yours or flipping you around into missionary. making that position, his second-best favorite position.

¢. chrollo loves missionary because the feeling of having his body flush against yours is so intimate to him. and the feeling of being so deep into you really makes him amused at the way you moan louder from him.

¢. so, that's when his praising and dirty talking kink kicks in. he'll whisper sweet nothings to you when you two are so close; it always makes you shiver when he says just the right words which sometimes they sound like there taken out from a twilight book–

⤷ but if you praise him?? chrollo will melt so hard internally but will simply smile at you and say, "oh, yeah?".

¢. this man absolutely loves roleplay! chrollo loves the idea on taking roles where you can dress up as a cute little maid or act as an innocent nun. p.s- he's a sucker for lingerie!

¢. chrollo is into marking too, he likes to give you hickeys or dark spots and doesn't really mind where it's located. he's a thief and enjoys labeling his goods with his marks.

¢. even though it's not necessarily a kink? he loves cockwarming! because it's really romantic and sensual, and intimacy is a huge kink for him. he’ll always be the first to ask whenever he's reading, “darling, mind warming me up while i read?”. although, sometimes it is difficult to do without it getting too steamy with you..

¢. a romantic man he is, he loves food play. the thought of spraying that sweet and thick foam of whip cream over your skin just to lap it up really turns him on. and even simply sharing a few cherries and strawberries with you; admiring the way your lips would wrap around the sweet treat.

¢. chrollo’s deepest and most secretive kink he has is a hands and feet kink. he thinks hands are so elegant; the soft touches they deliver, the painted nails (preferable red or black), the water like movements, and to the way they look around him. he thinks feet/toes are naturally beautiful; the way you can slide off sheer leggings or socks and expose the smooth beauty, the painted, clipped nails, and mostly because they lead up to the fleshy legs/thighs. (he's also a deprived man for some long legs).

$. 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐳𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤..

¢. an extreme apathetic man has to have a favorite sex position, right?! of course! and that is.. every top position there is to exist–

¢. illumi will only do sex positions where he is on top. no, ifs ands or buts. so, he secretly loves the mating press position.

¢. illumi loves sinking himself inside of you as deep as he can because that's where he feels safer and secure at. he simply enjoys the feeling of stuffing you in such a tight position where your legs are beside your head and your bodies are pressed together.

¢. and since this is his favorite position, that's when his breeding kink kicks in. feeling so deep inside of you, he can't help but think to dump his thick load into you because he knows that's where it belongs. he believes his cum should only be inside of you and breeding you.

¢. illumi's dark past has put a toll on his life and sexual fantasies.. he's grown immune to being whipped and chained down.. and he's secretly grown a liking to the pain.

¢. the idea of spanking/paddling you is a form of dominance for him or in other cases a punishment, only if you've been a little brat. he loves taking control at all times and when you try and get out of control, a simple swat to the thigh or butt will put you right back in place.

⤷ so basically, he's a brat tamer.

¢. illu is a possessive lover, therefore he wants all your feelings to be caused by him. so, sex swings, shibari bondage, bondage, and anything that basically can tie you down so he has full control of you really sets his wires straight. illumi is just so used to being in charge, so he can't help but not tie you down until you behave.

¢. illumi is a sucker for when you tug or pull on his hair but only if you do it without the intention. he doesn't like the idea of you hurting him willingly because he thinks your trying to take control but likes it if you do it unconsciously, that makes him feel a lot more powerful than usual.

¢. illumi. likes. wax. play. the idea of pouring a warm liquid over your skin reminds him of cum for some odd reason. seeing you wince slightly at the heat it brings, makes him feel so dominant, and will use it as a discipline on you if you're too sensitive. he also just enjoys the sight it leaves once it's peeled off.

¢. illumi loves orgasm denial and edging you as a form of dominance and behavior control! he wants to see you beg and plea for him to continue.

¢. but he does have a kink to force your orgasms when not expected. he’ll force them so hard on you to the point your crying and babbling nonsense from how mushy your brain is and how sensitive your body becomes. he is not a nice or fair man in bed at all.

By The Time You’re Hearing This I’ll Already Be Gone

pairing: none (platonic!Sully family & Lo’ak’s twin sister!reader)

summary: all you wanted was to not be the family disappointment

wc: 4942

warnings: anon requested, mentions of missing/disappearance, dad jake sully

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cw pregnancy mention, gojo has a daughter, minors dni

Satoru has a fussy one-month-old in one arm and a cold bottle of pumped breastmilk in the other. 

It’s the dead of night, somewhere between 2 and 3 am, and it’s been just a little over three hours since you last fed the little bundle of joy, but she’s especially squirmy at this moment, and your husband has swooped in to collect her before she can wake you fully. It’s been a rough past few weeks, especially for you between recovering from a not particularly easy birth and dealing with the expansion of your little family from two to three. Gojo may have wished with every ounce of power that he could make your life easier - if he could have had the baby himself he absolutely would have - but he can only do so much. 

And he does everything he absolutely can. 

Bouncing her gently in his left arm, he sets up the bottle warmer, then leans on the counter to rock your daughter slowly back and forth. He has about six minutes to burn as he waits for the milk to be ready, and considers returning to your bedroom to glance over at you as you sleep. You’d been truly exhausted, loosely clinging to his neck as he moved you from the couch to tuck you into bed, murmuring his name and a sleep-softened word of thanks. It’s a relief so small that he offers you and yet you’re always so grateful, even with your eyes closed and barely conscious.

He loves you so much. 

Your little girl is so tiny in his arms but her weight in his hands is something incredible. She’s quieter now, still bundled warmly, and Gojo holds her with two hands to take her in fully, as he does so often these days. Clear blue eyes mirror his and wisps of white hair peek from under one of the many hats his students knitted for her. Despite the fact that she is his spitting image, he still finds it so hard to believe that she truly belongs to him. 

Him. He is her father. She is his. He is hers.

Her gaze at him is so focused sometimes that it feels almost like a challenge but his heart swells the longer he looks at her. He kisses her forehead then holds her close to his chest.

An alert goes off and he picks up the now warm bottle to test it on the back of his hand, then moves to the living room to feed her. 

His daughter closes her eyes as she drinks but Gojo cannot take his eyes off of her. He hums as she suckles and strokes at her cheek every so often with his thumb. She favors him so much in appearance but he’s constantly searching for you in the baby’s features, and he always finds it. You are her mother after all. 

There’s a saying that men who have a lot to prove are blessed with daughters, and at least in this case, it is proven to be true. He promises with every fiber of his being that he will be so very good to her and of course, to you.

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imagine levi coming home from work, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to just spend time with his lovely housewife and daughter but its already late at night so he goes to take a shower and when he reaches the bed, his wife pulls him close and hugs his head close to her chest just... reader babying levi and letting him suck on her breasts, even when he falls asleep hes still going at it until the next morning where levi wakes up w a raging hard-on and fucks reader so hard they almost made a brother for their daughter... hehe good luck on your midterms, marie! i just finished mine so im glad thats over, you can do this!!

Thank you so much anon ! Just finished mine and I am honestly so glad this is now out of the way. Can now get proper nights of sleep. 

genre : nsfw, mdni

warnings : nipple play, marking, dacryphilia, creampie, penetrative sex, female bodied reader

Levi’s days away from you are long and tiring, filled with paperwork and social interactions he’d rather do without. He can’t wait to go home and bathe in your warmth, your daughter’s giggles and light snores as you put her to sleep. 

Only then can he relax. Once he’s shrugged out of his jacket, taken a hot shower and joined you in bed. 

He sighs out the exhaustion of the day as your arms wrap around him, pulling him close. His head buried in your chest as your fingers card through his hair, beads of water still clinging to the strands. 

“Shhh, relax, love.” You whisper gently, “You’ve worked so hard today.”

He moans, voice muffled by your breasts. Lips drawn to your skin, intoxicated by your scent. A soft blend of milk and fresh laundry. You encourage him, tugging the strap of your nightgown down and exposing your chest to his wandering mouth. 

He suckles on your breast, arms wrapped around your waist as he trails down to capture your pebbled nipple in his mouth, desperately sucking on the soft bud with quiet whines. 

And as his eyes flutter close, mind slipping under and conscience fading away, his lips remain attached to your skin, tongue still lapping at your breasts, whining ever so softly in his sleep. 

But it’s a completely different Levi you wake up to when morning comes, any trace of exhaustion gone from his features as he trails burning hot kisses up your neck and jaw, hands wandering up and down your sides, hiking up your nightgown and pulling your hips down. 

He nibbles on your ear, feeding off your high pitched moans and whines as his fingers glide down your navel and delve between your thighs, pressing against your already wet panties. 

“Fais pas trop de bruit. Tu voudrais pas réveiller notre fille, mmh ?” He murmurs, hot breath ghosting over your skin and sending delightful shivers up your spine. 

Levi’s no fool though, knows you by heart.

He knows how hard it is for you to keep quiet when he fucks you close to tears. Pitifully biting down on your lower lip to stifle your cries of his name when he’s giving it to you so good you forget how to breathe.   

He starts slow and gentle, kissing your lips as he slowly pushes his length inside of you, controlled thrusts and languorous drags of his cock over your walls. He tries to make it easy for you, only for his efforts to go down the drain when your hands run through his hair and tug on the locks. 

“Pu-Putain...” He breathes out, a low moan rumbling in his chest, “Tu me rends.... fou...”

He clamps a hand on your mouth, muffling your voice as he picks up the pace. Your legs helplessly dangling over his shoulders as his hips snap against yours and his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, every powerful thrusts sending you jolting on the sheets. 

He groans in your ear as you clench around him, arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer and closer to you as your sanity slowly crumbles under the weight of your impending release. 

He goes ravenous, harsh thrusts emptying his load deep inside of you, your walls pulsing around his length.

“Keep quiet. Wouldn’t want to wake our daughter, mmh ?” 

“Fu-Fuck... You drive me... crazy...”

@peace-for-levi @levmada 

Milk and Cookies

Pairing: DILF!Eren x Reader

Length: 3.4k

CW: some light role play, heavy on the food play, cum eating, fingering, cockwarming, daddy/baby/honey and other pet names used, explicit sex

A/N: A DILF!Eren smut for Christmas. I know from my taglist form more than half of you guys want DILF Eren so give this some love. Also this ones a little…um… just avoid if you don’t wanna read about playing with food…

“Eren, I really don’t get why the outfit is necessary.” You gestured towards his festive choice of clothing, a set of red pants and a red furry top, the edges lined with white fabric reminiscent of the symbol of christmas: Santa Claus. He even wore the goofy red hat, the hat topped off with a white cotton puff ball. He barely gave the outfit any effort, not bothering to wear a shirt underneath nor a fake white wig and beard. He looked less like Santa Claus and more like a holiday-themed male exotic dancer, but that was beside the point. The real question was why.

He opened the closet door, rummaging through the back of the closet to pull out the gifts you’d wrapped and hidden away, to shield from the prying eyes of your son and daughter.

“‘Cause if they wake up right now and see their mom and dad putting gifts under the tree they’ll be traumatized,” Eren said, his voice muffled as he spoke from inside the closet. He pulled out a few boxes and one by one set them outside of the closet door. You helped him arrange them neatly into an organized stack. “At least at first glance we can pass for Santa. And I don’t wanna be responsible for crushing their hopes and dreams. At least not yet, anyway,” he ended with a chuckle.

“But doesn’t Santa go alone? Why’d I have to dress up too?” You looked down to your ‘Mrs. Claus’ outfit, a red and white long sleeved top with way too much cleavage paired with a short red skirt. It was most definitely not the attire of Mrs. Claus and it made you roll your eyes when Eren suggested it.

“That was more for me,” he gave you a wink, before bending down to pick up the stack of boxes to set under the christmas tree. After he set the boxes down he turned around, his intention being to grab the last box he’d left behind, but when his eyes flickered to you he smirked.

“You done staring at me yet, princess? I could use some help.” He’d caught you staring at him – how could you not when his abs were right there? Sometimes you’d forget that your husband was built like a Greek god, but at times like these, when he was barely dressed on purpose to rile you up, his sculpted chest was always there to remind you of that fact.

Two could play at the teasing. You turned to bend down and pick up the box, exaggerating your movements so your skirt would ride up, teasing him with a glance at your panties. Before you could even stand up straight, box in your arms, Eren was behind you, his arms coming around to lift the box out of your arms and over your head, as his chest pressed against your back. He asked, his voice hushed, “The kids are right down the hall, you sure you wanna wake them up?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked innocently, though by the tone of his voice you already knew the answer.

He brought the box down into the crook of his arm and used his free hand to pinch your thigh. “You’re so cruel, been teasing me all day long.”

He wasn’t wrong – in a way you were. This morning when you made yourself a latte, you stared at him with bedroom eyes as you licked the foam away from your lips. And earlier today when you and the kids were baking cookies, you’d taken a finger-full of frosting and sucked on it, just a little too enthusiastically for it to be innocent. You’d been sending him signals all day, and now with the kids put to bed Eren was ready to take you up on your silent offers. But not without a taste of the silent torture you put him through today.

He dropped off the last box under the tree before taking a seat on the sofa, next to the table where you’d placed Santa's milk and cookies not too long ago before you put the kids to bed.

“Come sit on Santa's lap, naughty girl,” he teased as he patted his thigh, his eyes taking you in as you made your way over to him. They hungirly traversed your body, down your chest and back up your bare legs. Despite your best attempts at teasing, when it came down to it your confidence would always waiver. Eren always had that effect on you – to turn you into a flustered heap of goo, your legs wobbly, your voice shaky. But today you’d try your best not to be his prey.

You straddled your husband, the fabric of your lace panties flush against his red pants. Even through the fabric you could feel his arousal. His hands gripped your waist on either side as he placed a kiss to your chest, right above your cleavage. You rested your hands on the sides of his muscular chest.

“I was so right about this outfit,” he murmured against your chest, his lips brushing your skin.

“How so?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing his face even closer to you.

“It makes your tits look incredible,” he said, his voice muffled as he spoke, before licking a stripe up the valley between your breasts. The contact made you shiver with anticipation.

He then kissed your neck, slow open mouth kisses that threatened to eat you up, as his hands came down to firmly grasp your ass beneath the red skirt.

When he finally reached the place he loved to kiss most, your lips, his kiss was rough and needy, nipping at your lips and full of tongue. He swallowed every moan that he pulled out of your body. Then Eren brushed a finger over your clothed cunt, the fabric practically drenched with your slick.

“Eren stop teasing me,” you whined, your voice low in his ear, as a thumb pressed on your clit over the fabric. He rubbed it in a slow circle, amusement clear in his viridian eyes.

“Mm, but you’ve been teasing me all day baby, it’s only fair,” his finger hooked onto the edge of your panties, setting the fabric aside, exposing your dripping cunt to him. His finger swiped up and down your folds, causing you to shudder on his lap.

“Don’t you think–” you paused to catch a breath, his thumb once again assaulting your clit in dangerously slow but firm circles. “ –maybe we should move to the, ah, bedroom?”

“But then who’s gonna eat all these cookies?” Eren picked up a cookie from the platter on the table, bringing the treat up to his mouth. You groaned as you were faced with a double assault — with one hand, Eren was licking the frosting off one of the sugar cookies, while the other continued to tease your clit, mirth dancing across his features as he teased you.

“Eren—“ his name came out as a moan as he stuffed a long finger inside you. He didn’t even break eye contact, purple frosting coating his sinful tongue as he watched you squirm.

“Try some, baby,” his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, leaving remnants of frosting in its wake. Your hips involuntarily grinded down on him as he fingered you at a languid pace, not nearly fast enough for what you craved.

“Please, Eren,” He could feel your walls clenching around his finger, but he wasn’t anywhere near satisfied, not yet.

“Please, what?” He blinked at you innocently as he brought the cookie into his mouth past his lips. He bit down and ate half, holding the other half in the air in front of your mouth. You could barely form words between his fingers brushing against your spongy walls and the way he teased you with the frosted cookie. “My lovely wife forgot how to speak tonight, hm?”

“I want you inside me,” you breathed out.

“I already am,” as if to make a point he pulled his finger out to the first knuckle before stuffing it back in.

You reached a hand down, looping a finger underneath the waistband of his pants, “you know what I meant,” you huffed, suppressing another moan. He slipped a second finger inside, then finished off the cookie in his other hand, making sure to suck off the frosting off the tips of his fingers. He felt your body stiffen at the sight.

His two fingers curled up against the spot he knew so well inside you.

“Eren!” You cried out his name as his fingers moved exactly the way he’d made you come undone so many times before.

“You gotta be a little more quiet, honey,” he chuckled, though his fingers showed no sign of stopping. You wanted to last longer, feeling pathetic that with just two fingers Eren could make you come undone, but he easily did just that. You felt that familiar feeling in your center, the high that you craved so badly, and Eren knew it was coming from the silent moans that escaped your parted lips in the form of heavy breaths. He watched in awe, a thumb coming up to rub against your clit to help you reach your peak, as he licked the traces of frosting off his lips.

“Fuck, Eren,” you tried your best to keep your voice low as you threw your head back, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Eren slowed down the movement of his fingers to a stop once he saw you were done, before pulling his fingers up to his lips. They were soaked with your essence and you watched as he lapped it up like a starved man downs a bottle of water, shooting you a cheeky grin.

“Can’t tell what’s sweeter, you or these cookies,” he said, his eyes trained on your hands as they came down to his waistband again. You tugged at the fabric, silently pleading at your husband with your eyes and a pout. He couldn’t help but smile, your want for him making his heart burst with affection. So many years together yet he’d still feel that feeling in his heart every time, the one where he couldn’t believe you wanted him in this way.

You moved back slightly, sitting on his knees. He lifted his hips slightly off the couch, just enough for you to pull down the fabric of his red pants and boxers to his mid thigh, freeing him from the confines of his clothing. His cock sprung free, the tip wet with his arousal. He watched with lidded eyes, biting his sugar-coated lips, as your hand moved up and down his shaft.

Eren stifled a groan. “Sit on Santa’s lap, baby.”

“Please stop calling yourself Santa, it’s weird,” you chuckled.

“Okay, how about sit on daddy’s lap?”

You could feel yourself clench around nothing, the way the word daddy came off his tongue sent shivers up your spine. You crawled up the short distance from his knees to his hips, your hands coming up to his shoulders, bunching up the red fabric as you gripped onto him for support. With his hands supporting your hips, you sunk down onto him, a sigh of pleasure leaving your parted lips. Before you could move your hips up, his hands on your hips firmly pushed you down, and he leaned in to give you a kiss.

“Not yet, baby,” he said as one hand let go of your hips to reach for another frosted cookie, “How about we finish these off first, hm?”

How could he even sit there so composed with his cock stuffing you so full? You were so frustrated, you just wanted to move. And he couldn't help but grin at your obvious predicament.

“Eren, baby, can we please go to the bedroom?” you tried your best to make your voice firm despite speaking in a hushed voice. He only chuckled.

“You spent the whole day teasing me like this,” he took his index finger and swiped down the center of a frosted cookie, picking up a hearty glob of frosting, before taking the frosting and drawing a stripe down his tongue. He made a show of sucking off his finger, his smoldering eyes meeting your heated gaze. “At least let me have a little fun.”

Before you could say anything else, he repeated the motion of picking up some frosting on his fingers – but this time instead of his tongue, his finger drew a line of frosting down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands came up to your shoulders and pulled down your top slightly. He felt your walls clench around him as he dipped his head down to suck off the sweet cream from your skin. Then he pulled down your top further down your arms until your breasts were exposed to him. Like an artist painting a canvas, he smirked as he covered your nipple with frosting.

“Eren, fuck can you, mmm, please–” you wanted to beg for him to stop, the teasing going way further than you imagined it would. His tongue swirled around your perked nipple, lapping off the saccharine cream, before he sucked at it, taking the last of the frosting into his mouth.

He took his fingers that were covered in frosting and tapped them onto your lips, a signal to open them. When you did, he placed his fingers onto your tongue. “Shhh, don’t wanna wake the kids do you?”

You shook your head no, before closing your lips around his fingers and sucking off the remaining frosting. You could feel his cock twitch inside you. He rutted his hips up, causing you to moan, though your mouth was closed around his fingers still. He brought the cookie to his lips, eating half, then he removed his fingers from your mouth and gave you the other half. They were soft and sweet, absolutely delicious. Even with most of the frosting removed.

Eren reached over for the glass of milk, taking a sip, watching in amusement as your patience was wearing down. There was one thing you could do, you realized as you watched him drink the white liquid.

You took the glass from out of his hand and took a sip, purposefully spilling a few drops from the corners of your lips. Immediately the imagery of white liquid on your lips brought his mind to not-so-innocent places, and you felt him stir below you. You stuck your tongue out, a faint white sheen coating your otherwise pink tongue, to lap up the drops of milk. You made sure to gaze at him the entire time, his mouth parted in surprise as he watched you.

This teasing was becoming too much, even for him.

“Fuck, hold on,” he tapped your thigh, his willpower gone. There was only so long he could take with you on his lap like that, in that sinful holiday outfit, drops of what could have been his essence trailing down your lips. You rose off his lap and he immediately moved up so that he was behind you, your body pressed down into the couch. In no time at all he slammed back into you, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’d probably wake up with bruises. But it didn’t matter, because all you could think of was how badly you wanted him.

“Please, daddy,” you begged, your head turned behind you to get a look at him. If you weren’t so turned on you’d almost laugh at his head-to-toe Santa get-up. But honestly he looked incredible even in an outfit as ridiculous as that one. His abs, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, glistened in the soft lights of the living room. His eyes were a deep muted green, sultry and full of his passion. His hands were so warm on your hips, somehow still sending tingles up your spine after all this time.

“Tell me what you want, angel,” he rocked his hips just once, enough to kiss your cervix, before dragging back out.

“I want you to fuck me,” you asked, pushing your hips back up against him.

A hand came off your hip to squeeze the meat of your ass. He leaned down to your ear, “Yeah? Daddy 'll fuck you real good. Just keep quiet, sweetheart.”

He bunched up the fabric of your top and skirt around your waist, the sight of the red and white fabric making your actions almost even more sinful — to be fucking while dressed like mr. and mrs. Claus was not something he ever expected to do. But fuck if it wasn’t turning him on.

He pulled back before snapping his hips into you, the force pushing you further into the couch. You bit your lip and he repeated the motions over and over, his cock stretching you open and dragging along your tight walls. He watched as you took him in over and over, whispers of expletives tumbling out of his lips.

Normally Eren was quite vocal during sex, but tonight it was all muffled grunts and silent groans, a true effort to keep quiet. But you were another story.

His thrusts were becoming relentless, and when he reached the spot that had you seeing stars you sobbed.

“Shit, Eren, right there—yes,” you were so lost in it you didn’t realize the volume of your voice was increasing with every word.

He leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back, his fingers hooking into your mouth again.

“Naughty girl, what did I say?” He spoke into your ear again, his breath hot and his voice low, breathless due to his exertion.

“Ta thee quifettt,” you tried to speak but his fingers held your tongue down.

“Good girl,” he sighed in approval as he continued to slam his cock into you, “so so good, take me so perfectly baby,” his voice was soft in your ear still, his hands coming back down to cover the back of yours, his long fingers occupying the gaps between yours. He felt you clenching tight around him, your body sinking further into the couch. You were close.

“‘Ren I’m gonna—Fuck—I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered below him. You felt him plant a kiss on your shoulder.

“Then do it. Cum on me, baby,” he bit down on your shoulder to suppress a groan as his thrusts were deep, reaching a spot in you that would have had you screaming if you weren’t 10 feet away from your sleeping children.

To help you reach your peak Eren pressed a finger against your clit, teasing circles around the bud. You were a goner after that, your orgasm coming quickly as you cried out his name.

Eren was close behind thanks to the way you clenched so tightly around him.

Suddenly Eren had an idea.

“Can I cum on your mouth?” He asked, his thrusts slowing down as you descended from your high.

“Anywhere you want,” you were too fucked out to care.

He pulled out, gesturing for you to sit up on the couch as he stood up before you. You stuck out your tongue and he brought the head of his sensitive dick to your mouth. He was on the edge already, his hand pumping his shaft as you licked at his tip, coated with your previous release. With a few strokes he came, a guttural moan coming out of his mouth from the back of his throat. His cum shot out into your mouth, some of it dribbling down the sides and over your chin. He watched as you stuck out your tongue to lap up whatever you didn’t swallow.

However there was still some left around your mouth. Eren swiped it up with his fingers, before reaching over for another cookie. You watched, a mixture of surprise and (to your own surprise?) arousal, as he mixed his seed with the frosting on the tips of his fingers. He stuck his fingers into your mouth and you sucked them clean.

“Eren, you’re so ridiculous,” you finally said after lapping up the last of his salty cum and the sweet frosting.

He chuckled, landing a quick kiss to your purple-stained lips, “what, you don’t like a little milk with your cookies?”

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Day 3: Car Sex

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x f!reader

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: semi-public sex, biting, nipple play (f), one tit slap, creampie

“Someone’s going to see us,” you pant against the lips of your disheveled lover.

You’re straddling his lap, his throbbing cock is twitching against your core, the shaft dragging through your slick folds as he picks you up only to drop you back down, slowly impaling you with his length.

“It’s late, kitten,” he grunts as he readjusts, a rough thrust of his hips has you taking all of him as he leans further into the back seat of the car. “No one’s gonna see. Just relax, lemme take care of you,” comes his sultry whisper in your ear, the subtle rasp of his voice settling your nerves as you roll your hips, adjusting to the girth that was so suddenly stuffed inside you.

He looks as much of a mess as you do. The hair that was tied back into a neat bun is half undone, jet black tresses framing his face as he runs his tongue along your collarbone, licking a stripe up to the pulse in your neck to suck as your cradle the back of his head.

The once well-ironed material of his shirt was now crumpled, top buttons unfastened to offer a peek at the patch of black chest hair beneath it.

You placed your other hand to his chest, nails raking across his skin, brushing through the coarse hair as he sucked hard on your pulse point, sending a shiver up your spine that erupted into a wanton groan.

“Shouta!” You gasp, breath flying from your lungs as his strong hands guide your hips, bouncing you effortlessly on his cock.

“Don’t stop, baby,” he instructs firmly as his hands leave your hips to travel up your sides, over the velvet material of your evening dress.

You raise your arms, pressing one to the roof of the car and grasping at the grab bar above the window with the other to find the right amount of leverage to keep yourself pistoning up and down.

Warm lips melt into the skin of your breasts, the flat of his tongue roving between them as he pulls down the neckline of your dress to allow them to spill out before he captures one in his mouth, suckling on your nipple as you cast your head back.

A fresh gush of arousal leaves you, coating his balls, adding to the lewd noises that fill the cab as the familiar squelching sound echoes around the small space.

“So fucking tight,” he growls, your sensitive nub between his teeth as his hand takes the other between two skilled fingers, rolling and tugging in an alternating pattern. “You might ruin the seat of this car, kitten.”

He chuckles, a dark, sensuous rumble in his chest as he pulls off your breast only to strike the other with a rough slap and you keen, bucking your hips and falling out of your rhythm with the impact.

“Close,” you whimper, thrusting your hips forward, recklessly chasing that one, sweet blissful moment as you lean back, his hands sliding down your spine to support you at the angle you’ve chosen. “Sho, I’m gonna--ah, fuck, baby.”

“That’s it, ride that dick until you get what you need, baby.” He spits through gritted teeth, desperately trying to hang on through the way your walls are clamping down around him. He wants to watch you fall apart before he lets himself do the same. “Don’t you dare hold back, soak this fuckin’ backseat. Show me how much you love this cock.”

“Shitshitshit,” your chest is heaving, lungs on fire when your vision finally whites out. It’s pure pleasure as the adrenaline keeps your hips moving, sliding his length in and out of your tight heat as it spasms around his rock hard length.

He can’t hang on any longer, spilling himself into you with an animalistic groan, his hips briefly leaving the seat of the car as he loses control of them in his pussydrunk state. His lap is soaked, the rush of juices that left you and the evidence of his own orgasm oozing back out of you as the two of you slowly come to a halt together.

You lean forward, slumping against his chest to bury your face in the tresses of his hair that hang around his neck. His hands travel up your spine, one wrapping around you while the other rubs the top of your back as his lips press to your temple.

“We can’t stay here forever, baby,” he murmurs, interrupting the brief moment you’d been able to spend in the afterglow. “Sitter’s gonna be callin’ soon and we can’t ask her to stay too late again.”

“Mm, I know.” You rise, begrudgingly, pushing your fingers through his chest hair as you smile down at him. “You think Eri’s actually asleep this time or do you think she’s trying to keep herself awake in her room again?”

“Hmm, I think the brat’s still awake.” He smiles affectionately, rubbing his hands up your thighs. “She’s stubborn like her mother.”

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