โก. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, with his oh-so sweet lover, who practically bends at everyone's whims. Always unwilling to say no and take the load off others.
โก. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, with his oh-so sweet lover, who's got the stamina of a horse. Never wanting to get off even as his tip screams in pleasured torture. He could never say no, though. Not when she looked at him with those eyesโ"Bundusโฆ Bunโฆ ouhh.."โand begged in that tone.
โก. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, with his oh-so sweet lover, wondering what an old man like himself is doing with such gorgeous youth like her. He should be out there building his knowledge, damnit, not being ridden like cowboy with a woman barely half his age.
โก. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, with his oh-so sweet lover, who continues to bounce up and down his drooling length, seemingly untired despite her legs trembling like leaves. "Mmmโฆ that's it, beautiful. Take what you need," he crooned, hands resting comfortably on your bottomโhis palms keeping you split openโas you continued your unrelenting, ravenous pace.
โก. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, with his oh-so sweet lover, who watched you shudder as your own orgasm finally wracks your body, your hips pitifully trying to move despite the exhaustion. Bundus groans as you clamp around him, his poor, severely overstimulated member practically being milked try. It was as if his soul was getting sucked out and he really doesn't care to stop it.
โก. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, with his oh-so sweet lover, who catches you as you collapse onto his chest, exhausted and utterly satisfied with every single drop you took from him. "Quite an energised lady you areโฆ" he coos into your ears, his arms wrapped firmly and comfortably around your twitching frame. He knew he'd have to be ready by tonight for a few more rounds.
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from the moment their union was forced upon him by some political bullshit from the clans, he despised her.
she was pretty enough, sureโsharp features, painted lips, always draped in those sheer, slutty robes that clung to her body like a desperate whore.
but pretty didn't mean shit when she opened her mouth.
constant whining, nagging about every little thing. "i want this jewel from the east," she'd screech, or "why won't you fuck me like a real man?" as if her dry, uninviting cunt deserved his attention.
she'd slut around the estate, flirting with guards, spending his gold on worthless trinkets and powders that didn't even scratch his endless fortune. but the noise, the endless bitching โ it grated on him like nails on stone.
sex with her was a chore, an obligation to keep up appearances.
he'd flip her over, ram his cocks into her without a second thought, chasing his own release.
her pleasure? irrelevant.
he'd spill inside her or on her face, pull out, and leave her panting and unsatisfied. she came sometimes, sure, from the sheer force of him, but he never cared to check.
never rubbed her clit, never kissed her skin, never made her body shake.
she was a hole to dump in when aggression boiled over.
then you arrived.
an offering from a wealthy city, trembling like a fawn in his throne room.
gods, you were perfection.
silky hair cascading down your shoulders, big eyes wide with innocence that made his cocks twitch instantly. plush lips parted in fear, and your bodyโfuck, curvy and soft, hips wide, thighs thick, breasts heavy and full.
no skinny stick like his wife; you were plush everywhere he wanted to grab, squeeze, bruise.
that deer-in-headlights look, so pure, so corruptible.
he claimed you that night, bending you over his throne and fucking you slow at first, watching your eyes roll as you sobbed his name.
within months, you were his favorite concubine.
he'd summon you daily to his private chambers, spoiling you rotten. silk robes that hugged your curves, jewels dripping from your neck and wrists, the finest foods laid at your feet. you'd blush and deny, but he'd growl, "take it , it's yours." and you'd melt, letting him dress you up just to rip it off later.
with you, sex was different.
he'd eat your cunt for hours, tongue lapping at your folds until you squirted on his face, screaming.
he'd make you cum first, alwaysโfingers curling inside you, thumb on your clit, until your plush thighs quivered. only then would he fuck you, one cock stretching your tight hole while the other rubbed against your ass or slid in right next to the other one.
he cared if you were content, your bliss fueling his own.
his wife? forgotten.
he'd only touch her when rage demanded an outlet, pounding her roughly before seeking your soft warmth to soothe him.
today had been hell.
his wife had been extra insufferableโstrutting around in a robe so thin her nipples poked through, whining about some rare fabric merchant who refused her overpriced order.
"you're the king of curses! make him sell it to me!" she'd snapped, hands on her hips, tits jiggling like the cheap whore she was.
her voice drilled into his skull all day, interrupting meetings, following him like a shadow.
by nightfall, something snapped.
enough.
he wouldn't hide anymore. roaring for a servant, he barked, "summon my concubine. to the marital chambers. now."
you arrived minutes later, heart pounding, dressed in the sheer pink silk he'd gifted you yesterday.
it barely contained your curves, nipples hard against the fabric from the chill air.
the marital chambers loomed hugeโhis massive bed dominating the center, draped in crimson silks stained from years of his wife's futile attempts to please him. you knelt at the door, eyes downcast. "my lord," you whispered, voice soft as you kneeled.
sukuna lounged on the bed, four arms flexed, his form towering and monstrous. his two cocks already half-hard, thick and veined, jutting from his lower body like weapons.
tattoos glowed faintly on his skin, eyes burning with hunger. "come here , my little whore," he growled, voice low and commanding.
you crawled to him on hands and knees, that innocent gaze making his cocks throb fully erect. he grabbed your hair with one massive hand, yanking your face to his laps. "mm, suck them both. you can do that, hm baby?"
you nod, plush lips parting, tongue darting out to lick the first cock's tip. precum beaded there, salty and thick; you lapped it up, moaning softly.
wrapping your hands around the basesโone for each monstrous lengthโyou pumped slowly, then took the first head into your mouth.
it stretched your jaw wide, veins pulsing against your tongue as you sucked, hollowing your cheeks. slobber dripped down your chin, soaking the silk robe clinging to your tits. sukuna groaned, two hands cupping your heavy breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples until they ached. "good girl. fuck, that mouthโmade for my cocks."
you switched, popping off the first with a wet gasp, saliva stringing from your lips to the glistening tip. the second cock dove in, even thicker, forcing your throat to bulge as you gagged and slurped.
you bobbed deeper, nose brushing his pelvis, tears welling in your big eyes. he thrust shallowly, fucking your face while his free hands roamedโ one pinching your nipple hard, another sliding between your thighs to rub your soaked pussy through the silk. "dripping already? my little cumslut. pussy already weeping for me."
foreplay dragged on for blissful ages.
he made you alternate, sucking one while stroking the other, your tongue swirling around ridges and veins. spit coated both shafts, pooling on the bed.
he ripped your robe open, exposing your plush bodyโtits bouncing free, nipples swollen and red from his mauling. his fingers plunged into your cunt, three thick digits stretching you, curling against that spot that made you whine around his cock.
"listen to you slobbering. choke on it, baby. take both tips if you can."
you tried, stretching your lips obscenely wide, both flared heads pressing in together. your jaw screamed, but you sucked greedily, tears streaming, pussy clenching on his invading fingers as he fingerfucked you to the edge.
"up," he snarled finally, yanking you off by the hair. he flipped you onto the marital bedโhis and his wife's sacred spaceโand spread your thick thighs wide.
your pussy glistened, pudgy lips puffy and slick, clit throbbing. he positioned both cocks at your entrance, rubbing the tips through your folds, coating them in your cream.
"gonna fuck you on this bed. right where that whore sleeps. breed this perfect cunt and fill you up with my fucking children. ya' want that? fuck, yeah you do."
you whimpered, nodding eagerly, innocence shattered as lust overtook you.
he pushed in slow at firstโone cock breaching your tight hole, then the second squeezing beside it. your pussy stretched impossibly, walls gripping like a vice. "fuck, so tight. fuck, you were practically made to be my personal cock sleeve."
inch by veiny inch, both sank deep, bottoms kissing your cervix. you screamed, back arching, nails digging into his arms. pain melted to ecstasy as he bottomed out, balls heavy against your ass. he held still, letting you adjust, one hand rubbing your clit in slow, firm circles. "breathe before m'gonna ruin you."
then he moved. pulling out halfway, slamming back inโboth cocks pistoning in brutal unison. the bed creaked under his power, your body jolting with each thrust.
cream frothed at your entrance, dripping down his shafts, soaking his balls. your tits bounced wildly, eyes crossing as pleasure fried your brain. "look at youโdumb on my cocks already. tongue out, eyes rolled. my perfect little fucktoy."
two arms propped your limp form up, bouncing you like a ragdoll on his lengths. the third hand kept circling your clit, slick and precise, building that coil tight. the fourth cradled your head, fingers tangled in your hair, thumb wiping drool from your lolling tongue.
he fucked harder, cocks bulging your belly with each plunge. he presses down on the bulge in your abdomen, and you scream, hole clenching tightly around him.
"shiittt, feel that? both holes filledโno, same greedy pussy taking double. gonna flood you with seed. breed you full."
you sobbed, babbling incoherently โ "kuna! too much! gonnaโahh!" โ legs shaking, toes curling. the wet slaps echoed obscenely, pussy squelching around the invasion.
that's when the door slammed open. his wife stormed in, silk robe half-open, tits spilling out. she froze, eyes widening at the sight: her husband, true form rampant, double-fucking his bitch of a concubine on their bed. you, oblivious in bliss, screaming as he railed you. cream everywhere, your body limp and overwhelmed.
"what the fuckโ" she gasped, face twisting in shock.
sukuna didn't stop. if anything, he thrust deeper, grinning with all four eyes locked on her. "watch, you useless bitch. see how a real woman takes cock? this pussy milks meโ yours just lays there dry."
he bounced you faster, your crossed eyes unfocused, tongue dangling as drool trickled down. "she cums for me. screams my name. you? never made me grunt, never begged for my cum like this slut does."
humiliation burned her cheeks red; she stood rooted, unable to look away as your pussy clenched visibly around his pounding cocks.
"p-pleaseโ'ryoโg'nna cum!" you wailed, voice breaking. his clit-rubbing hand sped up, pinching the nub.
"cum, whore. squirt on these cocks while she watches."
ecstasy hit like a waveโyou shattered, pussy convulsing wildly. clear liquid gushed out around his shafts, squirting in arcs that soaked his abs and the bed. "fuck โ yes!" you screamed, body seizing, eyes fully rolled back.
he roared, chasing his peak. "take it โ take my fucking babies!"
his hips snapped erratically, cocks swelling. hot cum erupted from both, flooding your womb in thick ropes. he fucked through it, grinding deep, ensuring every drop painted your insides.
excess leaked from your stretched pussy lips, creamy white mixing with your squirt. your belly swelled slightly from the load, your used pussy overflowing as he kept pumping.
his wife watched it allโyour orgasm, his creampie, him letting you cum first โ before whirling with a choked sob, storming out and slamming the door.
sukuna laughed darkly, slowing to shallow grinds. "good riddance." he pulled out with a wet pop, both cocks glistening with cum and cream. your pussy gaped, ruined and leaking rivers of his seed, clit twitching.
you lay there, practically braindead, and babbling nonsenseโ"ku-naโฆ fullโฆ babyโฆ"โlimp and twitching in aftershocks.
he gathered you close, two arms cradling your plush body, another wiping cum from your thighs, the last stroking your hair with rare affection. he did not smile, though he was content. "ya' did well."
two months later, in his private chambers, you knelt before him againโthis time with trembling hands pressing to your slightly rounded belly.
the healer had confirmed it: pregnant.
his seed had taken root.
sukuna's eyes gleamed, a possessive growl rumbling as he pulled you into his lap. "knew it. my cocks bred you true. carry my heir, little one. i'll fuck you through it allโkeep that pussy full."
you blushed, innocent eyes shining, as his hands roamed your changing body.
โฎ โ โ ๐พ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฒ ! | okay first off, WHY is this SO FUCKIN EMOTIONAL for no absolute reason. damn. consider this a 1000 follower special! likes & reblogs are appreciated!
NOTE: this is ๐ง๐จ๐ญ romanticising blindess if some of y'all didn't get that. quite the opposite, actually. from how i intended it, it's supposed to show that visual impairment is no issue, and love has no boundaries. ๐นญ
the thought settles deep in your chest like a stone, familiar and heavy, as you lie on the silk sheets of the massive bed.
your fingers trace the embroidered patterns on your robeโsome floral design you can't see but can feel beneath your fingertips. the fabric is soft, expensive. everything here is expensive. everything here screams luxury and power and wealth.
but none of it screams love.
you hear nothing from his side of the bed.
the man is so impossibly quiet, it makes your skin prickle with unease. you've been here for three months now. three months as the wife of ryomen sukuna, the king of curses, the most feared ruler in all the lands. and in those three months, he has barely spoken a word to you.
at first, you thought it was a game.
some twisted test of patience. you were clever enough to know that political marriages were rarely about love. you'd been prepared for indifference, for coldness, for a husband who saw you as nothing more than a strategic alliance.
but this? this silent treatment that stretches night after night, this deliberate distance he keeps?
it cuts deeper than you expected.
your hand moves from your robe to your stomach, pressing against the plane of your belly. you're small. you know this. delicate in a way that makes people underestimate you. and blind. gods, the blindness. the one thing that has sent every single suitor running in the opposite direction.
princes would see your face firstโthe one they called ethereal, otherworldly, beautiful in a way that seemed impossibleโand they'd fall to their knees.
they'd whisper sweet words, promises of devotion, declarations of love at first sight. and then you'd speak, and they'd realize your eyes didn't track their movements, didn't meet their gaze. and slowly, painfully, you'd listen to them pull away. hear the hesitation creep into their voices. feel the distance grow until they were gone.
you were used to it.
but sukuna? sukuna had looked at you once, for a single moment, and said yes. the entire empire had been shocked. the king of curses, the ruthless murderer, the emperor who had never shown interest in any woman, accepting a blind bride from a neighboring kingdom? it was scandalous. impossible.
and you'd felt hope.
you hate yourself for that hope now.
because three months of silence have taught you the truth. he doesn't want you. he tolerates you. and honestly? you'd almost prefer cruelty. at least cruelty would be a reaction. at least cruelty would mean he saw you as something worth acknowledging.
but this nothingness? this endless, suffocating nothingness?
it makes you feel like you've already disappeared.
the servants guide you through your days with practiced efficiency. they dress you, feed you, lead you through the palace halls. you've memorized the layout of your chambers, the path to the gardens, the number of steps from your room to the dining hall. you've learned to navigate this world without sight, just as you've always done.
but you can't navigate him.
you don't know where he sits at meals. you don't know if he watches you. you don't know if he even notices when you're in the same room. his presence is a voidโa massive, oppressive absence of warmth that you can feel but never touch.
tonight was bad.
you'd been led to the gardens by a new servant, someone who didn't know your habits. she'd taken you left instead of right, and you'd walked straight into a hedge, thorns scratching your calves before she'd yanked you back with a flurry of apologies.
then you'd almost fallen down a staircaseโthe grand staircase with its uneven stepsโyour foot catching on the edge, your heart lurching into your throat as you'd pitched forward. a guard caught you just in time.
and the whispers.
you can't see their faces, but you can hear their voices. the concubines. the noblewomen. the servants who think you can't hear them.
"the blind empress."
"does he even notice her?"
"i heard he hasn't touched her once."
"what a waste of a pretty face."
"she must be so lonely."
"she must be so pathetic."
you'd smiled through all of it. kept your head high, your shoulders back, your voice steady. you learned long ago that showing weakness only invites more cruelty. so you'd walked through the halls with your practiced grace, your cane tapping against the marble floors, your face serene.
but inside, you were crumbling.
and now, lying in this massive bed, with your hair spread across a silk pillow and the scent of incense curling through the air, you can feel him beside you. he's so close. you know he's sitting up, his back probably against the headboard, his presence a heavy weight in the darkness.
does he ever sleep?
you've never heard him snore. never heard him shift in his sleep. he's so still, so silent, you sometimes wonder if he's even real.
a long, long time passes. the candles burn down. the incense fades. the night wraps around you like a shroud.
and you can't take it anymore.
"ryomen?"
your voice comes out soft, barely above a whisper. you hate how small you sound. how vulnerable. you'd wanted to sound strong, confident, demanding. instead, you sound like a child calling out in the dark.
silence.
you wait. count your heartbeats. one. two. three. four. five.
just when you're certain he's ignoring you, just when the familiar ache of rejection settles into your chest, a voice cuts through the darkness.
"what."
it's gruff. low. a single word that rumbles through the air like distant thunder. and it's the most he's said to you in days.
you swallow. your throat is dry. your fingers twist in the sheets.
"i...i want to ask you something."
more silence. you can feel him staring at you. you can't see it, but you can feel itโthe weight of his gaze, heavy and unreadable.
"ask."
you take a shaky breath. this is it. this is the moment you've been building toward for three months. the question that's been eating you alive, consuming you from the inside out.
"do you hate me?"
the words hang in the air between you. they sound so small. so pathetic. you wish you could take them back, but it's too late. they're out there now, exposed and raw.
"hate you?" his voice is strange. almost...confused?
"because of...because i'm...y'know, blind." the words taste like ash in your mouth. "i know it's...i know i'm not what you expected. i know i'm not the best option. i know i'mโ"
"stop."
the word is sharp, and you flinch. your breath catches in your throat. you brace yourself for anger, for cruelty, for him to finally confirm what you've suspected all along.
but instead of harsh words, you feel movement. the bed shifts. his weight moves closer.
and then, without warning, a hand wraps around your waist and pulls.
you let out a frightened shriek as you're yanked from your position, your body colliding with something solid and warm. your hands fly out, grasping at fabric, at skin, at anything. you're on his lap, straddling his thighs, your chest pressed against his. he's so bigโso impossibly largeโthat you feel like a doll in his arms.
"ryomen!" your voice is high, panicked. "whatโ"
"quiet."
his hand settles on your thigh. it's huge. calloused. rough in a way that sends shivers down your spine. but the touch is gentle. impossibly gentle. he strokes your thigh once, twice, a soothing motion that slowly calms your racing heart.
"you really think," he says slowly, his voice rumbling against your chest, "that i hate you?"
you can't speak. your throat is too tight. you settle for shaking your head against his chest, even though it's a lie.
a low sound escapes himโnot quite a growl, not quite a laugh. his hand slides from your thigh to your chin, tilting your face up. his thumb brushes across your lower lip, feather-light.
"open your eyes."
the command catches you off guard. "what?"
"your eyes. open them."
you blink, confused. your eyes are already open. you can't see anything, but they're open. you tell him as much.
"no." his voice is strange. softer. "i mean...look at me."
"i can't see you."
"i know." his thumb traces your jawline. "but i can see you. and i want to see your eyes. please."
please.
the word catches you off guard. the king of curses, saying please? to you?
you don't move. don't breathe. just let him hold your face in his massive hand, his touch devastatingly tender.
"i don't hate you," he says, and his voice cracks on the words. "gods, woman. i could never hate you."
your heart stutters. "then whyโ"
"because i'm fuckin' terrified."
you blink. "what?"
"do you know what i am?" his hand slides from your face to your hair, fingers threading through the strands. "i'm a killer. i've been killing for centuries. my hands are stained with blood i'll never wash clean. i'm rough, and violent, and i don't know how to be gentle."
"butโ"
"but when i saw you..." he trails off. his fingers tighten in your hair, just barely. "when i saw you, i couldn't breathe. you were so beautiful. so small. so... perfect. and i thought, 'she's too good f'me.' , 'i'll break her.' , 'i'll hurt her.'"
his voice drops to a whisper.
"so i stayed away. because every time i look at you, i want to touch you. and every time i touch you, i'm afraid i'll destroy you."
tears prick at your eyes. you don't understand. you can't understand. this entire time, you thought he hated you. you thought he found you repulsive, broken, worthless.
but he was...
...afraid?
"you don't hate me?" you whisper.
"no." his forehead presses against yours. "i love you. i've loved you since the moment i saw you."
a sob escapes your throat. it's ugly and raw and you can't stop it.
"but you neverโyou never talked to meโ"
"because i didn't trust myself." his other hand comes up to cup your cheek. "because i knew if i started, i wouldn't be able to stop."
"then don't stop."
the words leave your mouth before you can think. they hang in the air, bold and desperate.
"don't stop," you repeat. "please. i don't want you to stop."
sukuna goes still. so still that you wonder if he's stopped breathing.
"you don't know what you're asking."
"i do." you reach up, your fingers finding his face. you trace the planes of his cheeks, the sharp lines of his jaw, the curve of his lips. "you're my husband. i want you. all of you."
"i'll hurt you."
"i don't care."
"i'll break you."
"i don't care."
his breath hitches. and then, finally, finally, his lips crash against yours.
the kiss is desperate. hungry. it tastes like three months of longing, of confusion, of aching loneliness. his hand fists in your hair, pulling you closer, and you gasp against his mouth. his tongue slides against your lower lip, asking for entry, and you give it willingly.
he tastes like sake and power and something darker. something that makes your toes curl and your heart race.
he pulls back, breathless.
"tell me to stop, and i will."
"don't," you say immediately. "don't stop."
he groans. his hands slide down your back, gripping your hips, and he lays you down on the bed. you fall against the silk sheets, your hair spreading around you like a halo. you can't see him, but you can feel himโhis weight on the bed, his heat surrounding you, his breath ghosting across your skin.
"m'gonna show you," he says, his voice low and rough. "m'gonna kiss every inch of your body. gonna taste you until you scream my name. i want to make you feel so good that you forget every single doubt you've ever had about yourself."
your breath catches. "ryomenโ"
"let me." his lips brush against your neck. "let me show you how much i love you."
you nod, unable to speak.
his hands find the tie of your robe. he undoes it slowly, reverently, like he's unwrapping a gift he's been waiting centuries to open. the fabric falls away, cool air hitting your skin, and you shiver.
"beautiful," he breathes. "so fucking beautiful."
you feel his lips on your collarbone. soft. worshipful. he kisses down your chest, his tongue tracing a path between your breasts. his hands cup your breasts, thumbs brushing across your nipples, and you gasp.
"sensitive," he murmurs. "good. i'll remember that."
he takes one nipple into his mouth. his tongue circles the peak, slow and deliberate, and you arch into him with a desperate moan. he laves at you, sucking gently, nipping with his teeth until you're writhing beneath him.
"more," you gasp. "pleaseโ"
"patience." his voice is a dark promise. "i haven't even started with ya' yet."
he switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention. his hand slides down your stomach, fingers tracing patterns on your skin, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. you're already wetโembarrassingly wetโand he lets out a low growl when he feels it.
"fuck," he mutters against your skin. "you're soaked. f'me?"
"yes," you whimper. "only you."
he groans. his fingers slide through your folds, collecting your wetness, and you buck into his touch.
"tell me what you want."
"i wantโ" you gasp as his thumb circles your clit. "m'want your mouth."
his laugh is dark and breathless. "demanding little thing, aren't ya'?"
"please," you beg. "ryo, pleaseโ"
"shh." he kisses your stomach. "i'll give ya' what y'want."
he moves down your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire. he kisses your hips, your thighs, the inside of your knees. by the time he reaches your core, you're trembling, desperate, aching.
and then his tongue touches you.
you cry out, your hands flying to his hair. he laps at you like a man starved, his tongue sliding through your folds, circling your clit, dipping inside you. he moans against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body.
"taste s'good," he mutters against your skin. "could eat ya' forever."
he sucks your clit into his mouth, and you scream. your hips buck against his face, but he holds you down, his massive hands gripping your thighs. he alternates between sucking and licking, building a rhythm that has you climbing higher and higher.
"that's it," he praises. "let go f'me...lemme taste ya'."
his fingers find your entrance, sliding inside you without warning. two fingers, thick and long, stretching you. he curls them, hitting a spot that makes you see stars, and you shatter.
you come with a scream of his name, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through you. he doesn't stop. he laps at you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you're sobbing from the intensity.
when you finally come down, he crawls up your body, his lips finding yours. you taste yourself on his tongue, and it's the most intimate thing you've ever experienced.
"m-more," you whisper. "m'want more."
his eyesโyou can feel themโsearch your face.
"are you sure? we can stop. we canโ"
"i'm sure." you reach for him, your fingers finding his chest. "i want you...please."
he hesitates. you feel the tension in his muscles, the restraint he's barely holding onto.
"m'bigger than ya'," he says, matter of factly. "a lot bigger. and i have...i have two dicks, woman. i don't know ifโ"
"i don't care." you pull him closer. "i trust you."
he groans, pressing his forehead against yours.
"if it hurts too much, tell me. and i'll stop."
"okay."
"promise me."
"i promise."
he shifts above you, and you feel something heavy and thick press against your thigh. and then another. two cocks. the thought should terrify you, but instead, it sends a thrill through your body.
he aligns himself with your entrance, and you feel the tip pressing against you. he's hugeโso much bigger than his fingersโand you wonder if you can actually take him.
"relax f'me," he murmurs. "breathe."
you inhale deeply, and he pushes in.
just the tip, and you gasp. he's stretching you in a way that's almost unbearable. it hurts. there's a burning sensation, a pressure that's too much and not enough.
"shh," he soothes. "you're doing s'well. so good f'me."
he pushes deeper, inch by agonizing inch. you feel your body struggling to accommodate him, your walls clenching around his length. and thenโ
a sharp pain.
fuck...you forgot.
you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. he stops immediately.
"did i hurt ya'?"
you can't answer. the pain is fading, replaced by a strange fullness. you feel something wet trickle down your thigh. warm. sticky.
blood.
his eyes slowly flicker down, and you can hear his breath stop. he's tense. too tense.
"fuck," he hisses. "you'reโyou're a fuckin' virgin?"
you nod weakly, biting your lip. your heart is pounding fast. loud. "is that...bad?"
"no." his voice is strained. "no, it's not bad. i justโfuckโi didn't know. i would have been more careful, woman."
"you are being careful," you whisper, fingers pressing into his shoulders "keep going."
"you're fuckin' bleeding."
"i don't care. please. i want to feel you." you sniffle. god, the pleasure is making you bold. too fucking bold.
he lets out a shaky breath. "you're going to kill me."
but he pushes deeper, slower this time. gentler. his lips find yours, kissing you softly as he sinks into you. the pain fades, replaced by a deep, aching fullness that makes you moan.
when he's fully sheathed, he stops. lets you adjust. his forehead presses against yours, his breath ragged.
"y'feel incredible," he breathes. "so tight. so...fuck...perfect."
"move," you beg. "please."
he pulls out slowly, then pushes back in. the friction is delicious, the stretch exquisite. he sets a rhythmโslow, deep, deliberateโeach thrust hitting a spot that makes you see stars.
"ryomen," you gasp. "r-ryoโ"
"i know," he murmurs. "i know, doll. feels s'good, doesn't it?"
"yesโyesโ"
his hand slides down your stomach, pressing against the slight bulge where he's buried inside you. the feeling makes you moan.
"look at that," he says, awe in his voice. "you can feel me, can't ya'? right here."
he presses down, and you feel itโthe outline of him inside you. it's obscene. it's incredible.
"more," you gasp. "harderโ"
"y'sure?"
"yesโpleaseโ"
he obliges. his pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. the bed creaks beneath you, the sound mixing with your moans and his grunts.
"gonna come," he warns. "where do you want it?"
"inside," you gasp. "pleaseโi want to feel youโ"
he groans, his hips slamming into yours. and then he's coming, hot and thick, filling you so completely. you feel itโhis release pouring into you, painting your walls, claiming you from the inside. his cum is already trickling down your thigh, oozing out of your cunt.
at the same time, he's stroking his other cock. you feel the wet spurts hit your stomach, warm and sticky.
he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you. his face buries in your neck, and you feel his breath, ragged and uneven.
"i love you," he whispers, gruff. it's funny. you've always thought the word love doesn't exist in his vocabulary. but here he is, saying it over and over again. "i love you so much it terrifies me."
you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer.
"i love you too."
a long moment passes. then another. and thenโ
"we're going to do that again."
you laugh, breathless.
"right now?"
"after i clean you up." he kisses your neck. "and then again. and again. and again. until ya' can't walk."
"promise?"
he pulls back, and even though you can't see him, you know he's smirking.
"promise."
you're already half asleep when he pulls you against his chest, his arms wrapped around you like he's afraid you'll disappear. his lips press against your hair, your forehead, your eyelids.
"my wife," he murmurs. "my perfect, beautiful wife."
Threesome with Johnny and Kenshi at his mansion? Kenshi may be blind, but he still knows how to use his hands properly, and Johnny? He just likes to show off how skilled his tongue is.
f/o who wakes up at 4am because he had a dream about you and needs to recreate it immediately so his mouth is on you before you're fully conscious, fingers already inside, and when you gasp he looks up with those pretty eyes and says "good morning" like he didn't just pull you from sleep into overstimulation
Soโฆ my medically diagnosed friend and my school councillor who has seen this b4 in a student of hers both just told me there's a high chance I have adhd.
โก. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, with his oh-so sweet lover, who practically bends at everyone's whims. Always unwilling to say no and take the load off others.
โก. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, with his oh-so sweet lover, who's got the stamina of a horse. Never wanting to get off even as his tip screams in pleasured torture. He could never say no, though. Not when she looked at him with those eyesโ"Bundusโฆ Bunโฆ ouhh.."โand begged in that tone.
โก. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, with his oh-so sweet lover, wondering what an old man like himself is doing with such gorgeous youth like her. He should be out there building his knowledge, damnit, not being ridden like cowboy with a woman barely half his age.
โก. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, with his oh-so sweet lover, who continues to bounce up and down his drooling length, seemingly untired despite her legs trembling like leaves. "Mmmโฆ that's it, beautiful. Take what you need," he crooned, hands resting comfortably on your bottomโhis palms keeping you split openโas you continued your unrelenting, ravenous pace.
โก. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, with his oh-so sweet lover, who watched you shudder as your own orgasm finally wracks your body, your hips pitifully trying to move despite the exhaustion. Bundus groans as you clamp around him, his poor, severely overstimulated member practically being milked try. It was as if his soul was getting sucked out and he really doesn't care to stop it.
โก. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, with his oh-so sweet lover, who catches you as you collapse onto his chest, exhausted and utterly satisfied with every single drop you took from him. "Quite an energised lady you areโฆ" he coos into your ears, his arms wrapped firmly and comfortably around your twitching frame. He knew he'd have to be ready by tonight for a few more rounds.
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Do you think Croccyโs an ass man or boob man? I feel like Doffy is 100% a boob guy and is written as so usually, but Croccy is 50-50. I did once read a fic tho where Croccy was a foot man
Leg man.
โก. ๐๐'๐ a very good question, non, and I agree. Doffy is 1000% is a boob man and I, unfortunately, lack the facilities, but Crocodile is definitely a 50/50. See, with Crocodile, I can't quite imagine him being either of those because he seems to be a man of taste who appreciates a little bit of both. I mean, look at Baroque Works. The man does not discriminate, that's clear.
What I can see him being all for is legs. I've said it to my friends and I'll say it here; that man is definitely all for legs and some thighs. Whether they're slender enough for him to practically wrap his hand around or full and defined in their curves, he loves them either way. Are your thighs slender enough to fit in his hands? Good. That way he can hold you still while he's busy giving it to you or taking you as his meal. The crocodile is still an apex predator to be feared and what doesn't a predator enjoy more than seeing their prey still? So, while you're choking on your moans at the slow, yet relentless assault of his tongueโ"C-Crocodile!"โhe's got a firm grip on your thigh or calf, holding you right where he wants you to be. You can try to squirm your way out of it, but Crocodile will be holding you right there and he will enjoy every second of your struggle whilst he enjoys you.
Similarly, he enjoys seeing the flesh of your thighs spill between his fingers even as his grip remains that of a vice. All the while you're unable to catch your breath because he's molding you around him. The best place for people like you to be taken is on his desk with his paperwork to the side. You're his most important piece of work after all. Neglecting you could lead to major loss in business and you know well enough that Crocodile does not take such things lightly. So, here he is, pistoning into you, his hand around your thigh, flesh spilling between his fingers, while his hook rested on your hip. "Crocโ!" your voice was just the profit for all his hard work and maintenance. Isn't he the best? He most certainly also enjoys to put his head between your thighs. The warmth caging him between your legs only ensures he'll be there longer than he had scheduled and the pillowy feel only worsens it. It's one of the few times he forgets time management. But, oh well. Building a bond brings more profit.
So, yes. I believe he's a leg man.
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โก. HIGHKEY, Doflamingo looks like the type to like his ladies bigger to an almost fetishising degree. Not as big as Jupiter, but he needs to see that tummy jiggle.
So, don't be so surprised when his hands remain perpetually on your waist while his busy making your hole deeper with his debauched thrusts. Don't be surprised when he's going to lick down your stomach to to plunge his tongue into your cunt and eat like a man starved. He isn't exactly normal. On the plus side, you do get treats at almost any moments. He prefers you full. Perhaps, he would prefer any reminders of the past to be crushed before they get a chance to showโฆ
โก. HIGHKEY, Doflamingo looks like the type to like his ladies bigger to an almost fetishising degree. Not as big as Jupiter, but he needs to see that tummy jiggle.
So, don't be so surprised when his hands remain perpetually on your waist while his busy making your hole deeper with his debauched thrusts. Don't be surprised when he's going to lick down your stomach to to plunge his tongue into your cunt and eat like a man starved. He isn't exactly normal. On the plus side, you do get treats at almost any moments. He prefers you full. Perhaps, he would prefer any reminders of the past to be crushed before they get a chance to showโฆ
Oh well. More chocolate for you!
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