Smau: in which you guys did the deed and it can't be the last time
Warnings:Â 18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact
Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Ino, Shiu, Hiro
Smau: in which they bring up their ex and face the consequences
Warnings: cursing, angst
Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki
ghost whoâs cock is so big he sits in bed with you for hours, just rocking his hips happily back and forth as you watch your movie on the laptop just so you can learn to get used to the size of it.
âsâjust practice-â is always his excuse, and you canât blame him. it does infact feel good when he just crumbles atop you and practically kills you with his big body, cock gently sheathing in and out of your cunt.
ghost is def the kind of man to start fucking you against a wall when he gets home from deployment and decide to move it to the bedroom but does. not. pull. out. hands under your thighs to help keep shallowly thrusting into you before laying you back on the bed and brusing your insides with his dick
the first day he's home he's not going ANYWHERE that doesn't include his cock, fingers and/or tongue being inside you. he will not let you have peace. "if you're hungry, sweetheart, order some food, because I'm not done with you and I know you hate cleaning cum off the counter"
simon is the kind of man to sit somewhere behind you while you do your makeup, silently watching. starts out scrolling through his phone but abandons it halfway through to focus on you instead
doesn't mind if you have more of a soft personality. he may come across cold and unfeeling to most, but when it comes to wiping away your tears at the end of a rough day he does it with the gentlest of touches
needs to put your necklaces on for you. borderline pouts when you come out of the bedroom with one already clasped around your neck
leaving a doodle of a skull on a random piece of paper in your kitchen and simon coming home with it added into his tattoo sleeve not even a week later
loves a good breakfast. he's a perpetual early riser so on his days at home he'll slip down to the kitchen and hover over the oven, making eggs, sausage, fried tomatoes...brings you a plate in bed if you're feeling extra sleepy
will absolutely wear a 'kiss the cook' apron if you buy him one (expects you to take the words as seriously as he does)
goes into full dad relaxation stance after a day of working around the house. you'll find him spread out in a chair on the porch, fingers lazily wrapped around a tumbler of whiskey with his head lazily tilted back
simon who pauses in front of the butcher's shop in town every time you two pass by, examining the cuts of meat hanging in the window. doesn't always comment on what he sees, but every now and then will drop a "blade needs to be replaced" before continuing on without another word
likes to read. loves a good thriller novel, especially coupled with your legs in his lap while you both sit on the couch, your hands busy sewing up the fraying spots in his mask
goes nuts when he comes home to find you milling about the apartment in leggings and his shirt branded with the name 'riley' across the back
throws you over his shoulder and stomps to the bedroom, responding to your squirming and giggling with a light smack to your ass. "s'about time i made the name permanent. what d'you think about that, lovie?"
a/n: hello!!!!! i apologize for my sudden absence, i truly did not mean to be away for so long. i was in ireland for a couple weeks and then hit a creative slump to say the least when i returned home, but i have missed writing so much and i am so happy to be back! MWAH i hope you all enjoyed please let me know what you think xxx
roommate simon who breaks his wanking hand on a mission and gets all frustrated, wandering around your shared flat with a permanent scowl and an unmistakable tent in his pants. Itâs obvious whatâs going on, so you offer to give him a handjob just so heâll stop being bitchy.
of course, thereâs no way heâd be satisfied with just one.
after weeks of fucking into your soft palm whenever he gets hard, watching his cum coat your fingers, his cast finally comes off. As soon as he gets back from his appointment to get it removed, he settles you between his legs on the couch, his now-healed hand making its way beneath your underwear as he murmurs in your ear, promising you two orgasms for every one you gave him.
heâs just showing his thanks, he promises! Things can go right back to normal after this.
tags/warnings: mdni, infidelity (ghostâs marriage sucks), size kink, breeding , unprotected sex, degradation/dumbification, squirting, corruption kink if you squint
Simon is in a loveless marriage.
Itâs sadâhe knows that. Ever since he got back from deployment, things with his wife werenât the same. She would stay at work late, come home smelling of someone elseâs cologne, trying to hide her swollen lips.
Military service took a toll on him. The torture, the abuse, the loss of lifeâsometimes it was too much for him to bear. His wife didnât understand, and he certainly couldnât talk to her about it. She was too busy being fucked by other men to speak to him anyway. So, he kept his trauma close to his chest.
Then he met you.
You moved in next to him while he was away. When he left for service, the house was emptyâvines withering up the creaky wood, yard overgrown and barren. As soon as he drove into his front yard, he knew that changed.
The house was fixed up, vines trimmed. A new coat of paint covered the old wood and made it look new. A hammock hung between two large trees in the yard. And one other thing was different.
Flowers. They were everywhere in your yard. Rose bushes, lavender, tulips, sunflowersâthe yard was a rainbow of color. Simon could smell them from his front yard when he went outside to smoke or to get away from the confines of his house.
It wasnât until he was smoking one afternoon that he saw you. Fresh-faced and young, gloved hands trimming back your rose bushes. It took him a while to say hi, but he did eventually. You were everything his wife wasnâtâkind, bubbly, thoughtfulâŠinnocent.
He found himself in your front yard more than he was at home, offering to help you trim your flowers or plant new ones. He was always filling the heavy watering can and watering for youââI got all this muscle, sweetheart, let me use it for somethinâ.â
Simon wasnât sure when he began spilling his trauma, but one day, he sat on your couch with a glass of lemonade telling you about the war. The torture, the loss of his military brethrenâeverything. He told you about his past and his present, about his failing marriage; and most importantly, that he trusted you.
The first intimate actions were small. A brush of a hand, a squeeze of a thigh. Lips brushed against an ear. Small actions that made your tummy clench and his face grow hot. Eventually, it led to something more. Soft kisses on tender lips, hands running over scarred skin and muscle, strong arms wrapped around you.
And tonight, you kissed him with a hunger he couldnât ignore anymore. Your tongue swiped so slowly along his that his knees buckled and his heart slammed against his chest. His fingers gripped your ass so tightly, you thought it would bruise, but it sent heat to your core all the same.
Thatâs how you find yourself nowâon your back in your bed, sheets sprawled around you and Simon eating you like a man starved. His tongue flicks so deliciously against your clit that it makes your toes curl and your grip tighten in his hair.
âSimon,â you whine, hips bucking as he sucks hard on the sensitive nerves. His response is a grunt, his middle and ring finger gathering your juices and teasing your tight entrance.
Your breath stills when he pushes his two thick fingers inside of your pussy, back arching and hips drawing back.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â Simon mutters against your clit, tugging your hips down with his other hand and curling his fingers inside of your wanting cunt.
All you can do is whine as his fingers scissor and stretch your squelching pussy, juices dripping down to your ass. His tongue rubs circles around your clit like heâs painting a fucking picture, and you canât help but moan out at the pleasure. His fingers hit that spongy spot that sends an electric jolt to your toes, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the pleasure.
âS-Simon, I canâtâIâm gonnaââ You canât even finish your sentence, your voice breaking off in a moan as he speeds up.
And then youâre coming, babbling nonsense and his name like a prayer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You donât even comprehend that you squirt all over his hand and mouth, or that heâs rutting his hips against the bed and moaning into your cunt as he tastes you.
Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, his hands running up to your waist. Your eyes flutter openâwhen did they shut?âand you look up at him staring down at you, his lips curled into a smirk.
âSuch a nasty fucking girl,â he murmurs as he leans down, teeth grazing across your neck. âSquirting for me like that. Gonna do that on my cock, too, sweetheart?â
All you can do is moan in response, and Simon chuckles before pulling back and tugging down his boxers. Your eyes widen as you take in his fat cockâthick and veiny and leaking precum. He holds eye contact with you as he moves to hover over you, rubbing his tip along your soaked folds.
You squirm and whine, nails digging into his shoulders. âDonât think itâs gonna fit.â
Simon grins, positioning his tip against your throbbing hole. âGonna make it fit.â
Your lips part as he slowly slides his fat cock inside you, stretching you out in such a painfully delicious way that you almost forget to breathe. You can feel every vein in his cock, and Simon lets out a guttural groan when he sheathes himself fully inside you.
âRelax, doll. Squeezing me so fuckinâ tight and I havenât even moved.â His voice is strained, and he lets out a breath as you try to relax.
His hand moves to your throat, squeezing slightly as he begins to move. Slow at firstâpainfully slow. You hold eye contact with him as he slowly ruts his hips against yours, his lips parted as breathy groans slip past. When you start to whimper and moan, he speeds up, his pace becoming almost animalistic in nature.
The tip of his fat cock hits a spot that makes you see stars, and you let out a soft cry as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It feels so good, and you drag your nails down his chest because you donât know what else to do.
âFuck, you like that, donât you?â He asks, grip tight on your throat. âYou like my cock stretchinâ you out?â
You canât even answer him, responding with whines and moans, tears sliding down your cheeks from the pleasure. Simon smirks, fucking you faster, and you cry out.
âDidnât think Iâd fuck you dumb, sweetheart. Canât help it can you? Cock makinâ you stupid?â
You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand moves to your clit to rub in precise circles. Your eyes glaze over and youâre goneâsubmitting completely to him as he fucks you with his fat cock.
Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake. Simon grunts and groans as you come on his cock, throbbing so tightly around him that you almost force him out. He simply fucks you harder, pressing against your cervix as your juices gush out of your cunt and you whine out, hips jolting.
Simon moves his fingers from your clit to your face, wiping your tears away and leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is hot and surprisingly sweet, and when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.
âGood fuckinâ girl. My girl. Gonna fill this sweet pussy up so good, baby,â he whispers against your lips, his arm hooking through your leg to open you up wider. His hips slap against yours, his breathy moans hitting your skin softly.
âPlease, Simon,â you breathe out, voice catching as he fucks into you. âNeed it. Please.â
Thatâs all it takes for Simon to crumble, moaning out curses and your name as his cock throbs inside of you. He gives one, two, three more thrusts before he buries his fat cock inside you, tip against your cervix, and you can feel his hot seed pumping inside of you.
He thrusts lazily for a moment before sliding out of you, pulling you to his chest. Your lips meet in a sweet, lazy kiss, and you feel his cum dripping out of you. Simonâs fingers trace down your back, and he looks at you so delicately, heâs afraid you might break. His hand moves to cup your face, thumb brushing right underneath your eyes. Then he utters four words that make your heart stop.
basically you updated koushi on what happend on chapter #13 nd #14
hello! anyone still following this story im genuinely curious,,,,! if anyone wants to be removed (bcs i have no clear schedule on posting pls say so <3 )
also hehe dropped a bomb on who your ex's friends are....
: rape/non-con, stepcest, age difference (reader's age is unspecified while könig is aged mid-fifties.) MDNI 18+
PHOTO CREDIT: @ave661
Princess!Stepdaughter!Reader x King!Stepdad!König.
King!Stepdad!König believes that he has complete and full ownership over his beloved daughter. He doesn't let other men get too close, I mean, he doesn't even allow you to stand outside during daylight. All day, you're locked inside your bedroom, protected by knights and your own overprotective father who's intentions are far from pure.
At first, you don't notice his stomach-churning behaviour, how his gaze turns sexual from friendly in a matter of seconds when you're wearing something even slightly revealing. He's the King, and although you're his Princess, you hold no power in comparison to him. When you're awoken in the middle of the night to König slamming into your cunt repetitively, the agonising and splitting stretch between your thighs, you're ordered to lay there and take it while he comforts you and wipes away your tears. The mixture of his caring, fatherly behaviour combined with his cruel, brutal rapey actions leave you dumbfounded, dizzy, and choking on your words and cries.
King!Stepdad!König who spoils you rotten. He'll buy you whatever you wish, but in return, he demands your throat. Some Knights even defend König and are complicit in his rape. They'll hold you down against the ground on your knees while König ruthlessly grinds down your throat until a bulge forms in your neck, while you're gagging and gurgling on his dick. You mistake that tight sensation in your stomach as disgust, when in reality, it's your body betraying your mind and reacting to König's acts.
All you can really do is look up at the guards for pity while König orders them out of the bedroom, to have complete privacy with his stepdaughter, to ruthlessly brutalise and mutilate your tight, sloppy cunt until your cheeks are raw and tear-stained. :(
Don't worry, he has no plans to arrange a marriage anyways. You'll serve König as a form of amusement and pleasure, won't you, Prinzessin?
This, but with Stepdad!Simon Riley and his stepdaughter... (đœ link)
;Being humped by your stepdad.
PHOTO CREDIT: AVE661
TW/CW: SMUT, STEPCEST, DUB-CON AGE DIFFERENCE/GAP (20s - 40s) â DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. MDNI 18+
At the end of the day, can you really blame your stepfather for his perversity? You prance around the house in tiny skirts and revealing dresses, wearing nothing but your panties and thongs beneath the fabric. Of course, Simon is eager to see more, to admire and touch that soft and wet pussy. To Simon, it feels as if what you're doing is purposeful, like you're riling him up. Perhaps you need to be taught a proper lesson on how to behave, yeah?
You're easy to coerce and convince. It doesn't take very long before Simon has you choking on your words and unable to defend and protect yourself, despite being taught by the best about your safety. You slowly and nervously lift your skirt up for him, ashamed of what you're going to do, or let Simon do. You're disgusted at the realisation and intrusive, horrifying thoughts rushing through your filthy mind, scarring you as Simon begins to slide himself into your folds, easing into the tightness of your cunt while pushing you against his big lap. He's secretive about it. He's learnt how to hide his gross touch beneath the dining table during dinners with your mother, questioning you about college to hear the shakiness in your voice, the way you barely manage to get the words out coherently. Only when she leaves to water the plants outside or finishes off the dishes does Simon have privacy with his beloved girl.
You're special to Simon, you give him energy and remind him of his younger days, when he was in his twenties, just like you. Although, he wasn't studying and working hard like his stepdaughter. Instead, he was out on the field, a shotgun in hand and his eyes locked on the enemy, staining his hands with another man's blood. Simon will bounce you up and down on his lap for a quickie while groaning out loudly and deeply beside your ear until you have shivers running down your spine.
Simon digs his teeth into your bare neck to leave scars and hickeys over your skin, grinding his broad hips back and forth while rubbing your clit rapidly, overstimulating you until you're biting your knuckle anxiously through horror and mortification. You have to act normal, keep your voice down as Simon rolls and rubs his swollen, puffy tip against your slick clit, until you're hyperventilating and attempting to close your legs through guilt. You breathe out shakily and grip his muscular thighs firmly, shutting your eyes tightly as you think about how you're betraying your mother's trust.
This isn't the first time Simon has taken advantage of you. It's a common occurrence, especially since you began college. All Simon craves is a young little thing like yourself to keep him young and fresh, to toy with you and take your submissiveness for granted, for his own benefit.
Ghost keeps fucking you in the safe houses at night. He swears none of the other men can hear you guys despite all uncomfortably packed into one small room, they all sleep like the dead. Just let him fuck you a little, he swears he can't sleep without it. Peeling your sleep pants off to pull you onto his lap, making you ride him reverse cowgirl.
Spearing you on his cock and you're clapping a hand over your mouth from how full you feel in this position, hips jerking when you feel Ghost grab your ass in the dark. He's thrusting his hips up and into you, all you can do is lean back against him and take it. Trying to keep your mouth quiet but you can't control the lewd schlicking noise that accompanies every thrust.
You're getting fucked too good, too deep to notice Gaz stroking his cock slow and thorough under his blanket, to see Soapâs eyes glinting in the moonlight staring you down as he ruts into his makeshift bed, to catch Price as he's cupping his balls and rolling his hips to thrust into his other hand.
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