warnings: dissected organ and blood mentions, fingering, dry humping, squirting, clit pinching, light masochism, overstimulation, bondage, degrading, possessive and obsessive behavior, scar giving off HEAVY yandere vibes, reader has lightning powers so inappropriate use of lightning powers
notes: in loving memory of scar's onigiri manko😔 dividers from cafekitsune. this is a repost since tumblr is being a bitch🙄
being constantly stalked from the shadows can cause a person to do all sorts of things, y'know?
it started out small.
gifts being left at the front of your doorsteps, flowers, bouquets, sweets and snacks even ranging to weapons or things you needed to make a new weapon being left in the same old gift box. red, with white satin tied up in a cute bowtie at the front. you thought it was a cute way for your little secret admirer to notify "hey, it's me again!" to you each time they leave a gift.
but then, it started to get... a bit odd.
the gifts that used to be left at your doorstep with a knock would now be sitting inside your home. on the couch, the kitchen counter, the bed when you sometimes walk into your bedroom or even on the bathroom counter. the same old red colored box with a white satin in its stupid bowtie. as much as you appreciated this gesture of your secret admirer leaving you all sorts of gifts and presents, it had started to become... creepy. the mere thought of this person stalking you, knowing where you live, constantly coming back over and over to leave a gift for you to now downright breaking into your home.
you notified a midnight ranger of course. who in their sane mind would allow this thing to keep happening, even if they do have powers to protect themselves?
two rangers came by your home. snapping a few photos of the evidence, checking the locks and windows, under the bed, in the attic, basement - almost any and every place someone could hide in and places someone could break in through - they found nothing. whoever this stalker of yours was, they were a good one at getting rid of their traces.
of course, still worried for a citizen, they asked you to stay at a relative or a friend's place for a few days as the two rangers stay behind to capture your stalker when they come back eventually. bad move. the exact next morning, a few more midnight rangers came knocking at your friend's door, asking for your presence. the moment you saw the rangers, you felt a churning feeling in your gut. and you were right to feel that because turns out your stalker had ended up murdering the two rangers who stayed behind, dissecting their hearts and sewing them into one to create the cartoonish heart shape.
all wrapped up in red box and white satin bowtie with blood on the ends. paired with a small note slipped under the bowtie.
"do you like my gifts, darling :)?"
this was getting out of hand. you need to find a way to confront your stalker by yourself and take matters into your own hands. or else, who knows how many more midnight rangers have to die until your stalker comes to you. hell, even your friend could be killed because you chose to stay in their home for the night.
you began with a list of suspects on a notebook. red and white and apparently strong and deranged enough to kill not one but two midnight rangers as if they were still in training. mortefi? no. the researcher was too busy and besides, he's a standing citizen. completely normal and able to keep himself in line without turning into a stalker, fanatic fan. danjin? sure, she was unusually strong for a resonator who had just awakened her tacet marks but she would never kill people over someone she simply adored. encore? now you're the one who is going crazy here, [name].
for a brief moment you thought of a certain someone who had his eyes on you for a little while and wasn't afraid to show his infatuation with you. scar, one of the overseers of the fractsidus organization. one insane bastard, strong enough to kill two rangers as if they meant nothing to him and not to mention, he had a history of stalking you before. the hunch wasn't far fetched but now, all that you needed to prove this theory of yours is to capture your stalker. and if your stalker really is indeed scar, then you needed to teach some sense into him.
carefully, setting up traps in your own bedroom, all the while continuing to act if everything was okay and you weren't feeling eyes digging holes into the back of your skull, you slipped under your covers. turning the lights off, making sure to not exactly clutch your hand to trigger the trap, you closed your eyes as your breathing slows and the windows to your living room slides open.
‘that certainly didn't take long...’ you thought to yourself, entertained by just easy it was to fool your stalker and how quickly they slipped inside your home. just a few minutes after you laid your head on the pillow too.
the sound of footsteps grow closer, light and quick like the pitter patter of raindrops against your window making their way up the stairs and towards your room. your stalker seem to hesitate, their shoes stopping just outside your door as if they were straining their ears to listen to your breathing. as if satisfied with your act of being asleep, the sound of the door to your room opening is heard. the gentle shuffling of clothes and light heel taps making their way into the room. you could hear the box in their hands. that cursed red box with its white satin tied into a bow.
their steps make their way to the side of your bed, on the nightstand beside it as they place down their box of gift with a quiet thud. holding your breath, slowing your breathing as much as possible, you listen on to your stalker. light breathing, a constant shuffling noise and the scent of… ash? that scent gave it away. the scent of ash, sulfur and a very old dried blood.
scar.
of course it was him. of fucking course it was that damned overseer of the fractsidus. an old enemy, a rival and certainly the very same bastard who had a history of stalking you before.
as much as you wanted to jump out of your bed and strangle the bastard by his throat at this very moment, you held yourself back. grinding your teeth slightly in annoyance and biding your time until a clawed finger pushes back a strand of your hair from your face. that was the perfect moment for you to take action, squeezing your hand as the sound if electrical strings is heard, binding scar in his place and hitting him with a high voltage. throwing the blanket off of yourself, you jump away towards the other side of the bed from where scar was. slow and cautious steps towards where a thud is heard, peeking over the edge of the bed, you see his unconscious body. tied up with electrical cords of your making and zapped unconscious.
“yes, it’s me again. that person who was being stalked and gave a call… yeah. i managed to capture my stalker and he’s currently in my bedroom right now. if you could send a few patrollers or midnight rangers, it would be—“
“aww… getting right of me so soon, darling?” scar speaks up, voice scratchy from the earlier stunt you pulled, shaking his head as he tries to clear away any lingering unconsciousness. he wasn’t sharp enough to notice the trap you laid out for him to step into nor was he strong enough to endure the zap of your electricity. not like he minded. he wanted all the time in the world with you and if being tied up and shocked did the trick, he would have it happen to him all the time. as long as it was you who was doing the shocking.
abruptly ending the call — but managing to get through the main point of your call — you turn towards your captive. that annoying scarred face and the lopsided smile that he always has on his face. how much you wanted to wring out his neck to get rid of that smile.
“you look way too happy for someone who got caught” you say, watching him for any sort of movement. nothing. he was just sitting there, kneeled in your floor like a well trained pet all the while keeping an eye on you with those mismatched, puppy eyes.
“what can i say? i slipped and i’m caught. but are these ropes and strings really necessary, darling? you have another plan for me?” he asks, wiggling his shoulders slightly as his smile grows at the furrow of your brows. yes, get angry, get agitated. he loved to see that expression on your face, that anger, that fire. how he wanted to stoke that little ember in your eyes until it turned into a blazing inferno like his own.
“why don’t you learn to shut up first?”
“why don’t you learn to zap me with just enough voltage to make me squirm?”
dear sentinels, this guy was really getting under your skin. he always did and he still does. that annoying smirk, the constant witty banter and the way he would push your buttons all the while whispering filth into your mind.
“bend me over the desk, darling”, “the couch looking painfully empty and clean”, “my zippers are unlocked, y’know?” all sorts of erotic words and suggestions flow from his lips every time he opens them, painting this image in your mind. of him bent over the counter, a quickie in the corner, hell, he even once suggested you to just tear off his jumpsuit and fuck him to your satisfaction in his domain. no one would see or hear you two, as he coos out, dodging your attacks as a red card burns in his hand.
pushing himself up, he trudges his way towards where you stood at the end of your bed, arms still tied behind his back as he leans in close to you. too close. you could smell the sulfur from him even more distinctly now.
“come on, darling. don’t act so cold with me. you and i have known each other for so long, it’s about time we take our relationship to the next level” he coos out, leaning in closer and closer while you lean away from him. until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, causing you to fall back onto the soft mattress while scar climbs on top of you. cheeky bastard was grinning so smugly, straddling your lap like it was his favorite seat in the world. maybe to him, it was.
“in your wet dreams. there’s no relationship between us except for the times we nearly kill each other. that’s it” you hiss, propping yourself up on your elbows to glare at him. the anger in your eyes and the way you easily disregarded him like he was nothing made scar shiver, his hips moving tantalizingly over your groin like he was trying to seduce you.
“oh darling! how did you know i have wet dreams about you? in fact, one of them was just like this! with you under me and having me all tied up♡︎“ scar coos out, his expression brightening like a puppy who just got his favorite treat. sneaky bastard, twisting your words and using them against you while getting what he was after. you were sure this is what he wanted the most. to allow this to happen, to let himself be under your mercy. it didn't surprise you at all.
though, you would be an idiot to say you didn’t recognize it. the signs of arousal that he emitted. the slight flush of his cheeks, the heavier breathing and the wetness coating his and your pants. bastard was getting turned on. but… so were you.
hesitantly, your hand reached for the zipper of his jumpsuit’s crotch, the area already wet with his slick. scar nearly whined at that, moving around on your lap as if trying to get you to unzip it quickly. getting the hint, you did as he wanted. the zipper opening up slowly, his dripping cunt coming on display for you.
“tsk tsk. so eager to get fucked you’re not gonna bother to wear underwear?” you ask, clicking your tongue as your thumb comes up to circle around his enlarged clit. scar nearly stumbles over, his knees buckling as he thrust his hips, trying to get your fingers inside himself already.
“why… would i need to wear one if i’m going to be visiting you, darling?” the pyromaniac groans when your thumb leave his clit, leaving him dripping and clenching around nothing. but his disappointment is short lived when you push a finger inside him, stretching him open and making him gasp out loud. just a single finger, buried to the second knuckle and he was already whining as he tries to ride your finger to the best of his abilities. if his hands were free, he would have placed them on your shoulders for balance as he bounces himself over your fingers.
alas, that was not the case and scar was forced to make do with his current predicament, grinding himself down onto your finger while you watch him unamused. when he tried to bounce on your finger, it slipped out thanks to the excessive slick coating your finger, making him whine at the loss while his cunt eagerly wait for your finger to be back inside him again.
“aanhg—! gyaah… mgghh♡︎♡︎ ohhh darling, you sure know how to please my cunt♡︎” a choked moan comes from him when you push two fingers inside his gummy walls, prodding and fucking him open. knuckles deep inside, you make a scissoring motion, making his knees feel weak as he sits down on your lap, letting you finger him as much as you wanted. he was thoroughly enjoying himself it seemed, as he grinds his hips back and forth, his soft cunt weeping more and more of his juices as they coat your hand.
“you… you really know how to please a cunt, don’t you, darling? all mmgh—! ah anngh ah ah ahh♡︎♡︎ all deep♡︎ and rough♡︎ f-feels like you’re trying to get me to squ-uuuhncckk♥︎♥︎!!” scar trails off, his cocky words dying in his throat, replaced by a shrill squeal when you zapped his cunt with a low electricity. opening his mouth, the pyromaniac tries to say something again only to get cut off by another high pitched scream when you decided to zap both his cunt and clit at the same time.
“like i said, you really should learn to shut your mouth, scar” you tease him, a pleased grin on your face as you take in the mess he had become on your lap. thin trail off drool on his chin, flushed red and hazy eyed. there were even tears forming in his mismatched eyes, looking like he was about to cry.
“m-make meeehnn♡︎♡︎ make me th-then, darling♥︎!“ scar manages to say, a whiny groan falling from his drool covered lips as your fingers pick up their pace, now easily fucking into his loosened hole. filthy lewd shlap! shlap! shlap! could be heard, the wet noises of his cunt mixing together with his punched out moans, turning into a blend of beautifully filthy noises.
“filthy whore who loves to walk around with his pussy out should learn to hold his tongue” you coo out, mocking him for his jumpsuit style as your fingers curl upwards, searching and finding that one spot that caused him to see stars in his eyes. a sharp gasp falling, his head thrown back as his legs shake like a weak lamb’s while your fingers continue to hit that one spot. pushing your knees up, you allow him to lean back on your knees, arms struggling against the strings and ropes while you continue to abuse that bundle of nerves inside his gummy walls.
“shh-shuttt awghhh unngh up!! shut up, dawrlinnggg—♥︎♥︎!!” scar trails off, a wet, punched out wail coming from him as your free hand pinches at his hardened clit. pinching at the bundle of nerves, your fingers squeeze around it simultaneously as the rough pads of your fingers hit his g-spot, making scar let out delirious noises of pleasure. he was far gone to hold a proper conversation with you and you could see that. the tears that were collecting in his mismatched eyes now falling in fat globs, red and grey eyes rolling to the back of his skull as his legs thrash around on the bed.
“dirty dirty boy, look at yourself. not only making trouble for me with your stalker tendencies but also getting my sheets and clothes dirty” you coo out, the fingers that were pinching at his clit tugging on them slightly. scar let out a loud scream at that, throwing his head back as his legs squeeze around your waist tightly as he comes undone on your fingers. but you weren’t planning to stop anytime to soon. you needed to teach him a lesson to stop bothering you while also letting out the pent up anger that he caused by deciding to be a prick.
“who gave you the permission to cum, you filthy whore” you bite out, the anger and annoyance seeping into your tone as your fingers stretch his cunt open, continuing to push against his sweet spot. scar started to sob, the pleasure being too much, nearly bordering on pain but his masochistic spirit wanted you to keep going and to never stop. he wanted both the pain and the pleasure. anything, anything you gave him, he would gladly take greedily.
“dar—! darling!! dawrlinnn’♡︎ ’m sorry... ’m sorry ’m soo showwryy♡︎♡︎♡︎ d-didn’t mean to be soo baawdd♥︎♥︎” scar sobs out, punched out, whiny moans and shrill squeals making it harder to understand what he was saying, but you managed to catch on. despite his words and his wet apologies, you knew he wouldn’t stop being a nuisance at your side. that was just how scar was. unreadable, maniacal and a pain in your ass. so even if he does walk away from your bedroom today with drunken apologies and trembling legs, you knew he would just come back again the next day, searching for more. especially now since he has gotten the taste of how good your fingers could fuck his dripping cunt open until he cries deliriously.
sobbing out apologies mingled with how your fingers were fucking his pretty pussy until it bruises, scar lets out a weak whine whenever you pinch at his clit harder than usual. the occasional violent jolts and squeals falling whenever you zap his gushing cunny, crying about how mean you were.
“mmghhh… go-gonna cum…! gonna cum again♡︎ aamgh eeck♥︎♥︎ g-gonna cum on your f-fingers againn..! d-darling! darlingdarlingdarlingdarl-iiinngh♥︎!!” babbling incoherently about his rapidly nearing release, scar’s head is thrown back, mouth slack open in a silent scream when you zap both his pussy walls and clit at the same time. legs trembling like a lamb’s, threatening to close if it weren’t for your body between them, his body jolts violently as his gushing cunt squirts out his cum, painting your entire hand and pants with his slick.
fingering him through his high, you withdraw your fingers only after he whines for a break, the mess that he created didn’t exactly bothering him as he leans in to steal a kiss from your lips. a dazed attitude, drunken look in his eyes as he shoots you a lopsided grin, scar leans in to whisper when he would be visiting again next time. and he specifically asked for more than just your fingers. the greedy bastard.
“i’ll see ya’ then, darling♡︎!” before you knew it, he pulled out one of his red cards from his back pocket, opening a portal for himself to escape through just as there comes knocks on your front door.
biting his wings while he takes u from behind :(( he's so wet and his eyes are rolled all the way back as he whines about how you're too rough.... apologizing (knowing damn well you've gone rougher but.) and tilting his head to the aide so you can shove ur tounge down his throat while continuing to fuck him just as hard as before but now he can't even think about it, too focused on kissing u back :((
eating him out on a stressful day... kissing his pretty pink pussy and occasionally biting his puffy clit until he cums way too hard >x<
need to watch him fuck my seed back into him with his own fingers bc he's too fucked dumb to realize he cannot get pregnant thru his ass >_< !!!!
grrr i hate him i need this man loved unconditionally
>> 🦇 anon
sunday fucker anon, i see u, i hear u, you are heard and loved<3333333
bend him over his desk in his grand office. promise him “just a quickie” or “just a quick fingering before the meeting” and bend him over with your fingers deep inside his cunt. push him down with a hand to the back of his neck and if he doesn’t comply or keep making fussy excuses, tug on his wings and he’ll be a whimpering mess
wanna see if he’s a freak? he is but won’t admit it just push him against the large glasses of his office and fuck him. tits pushed against the cold window, one leg pushed up with your hand hooked under his knee with his pretty pink pussy for the whole world to see. sunday will turn into a crybaby in record’s time, whining about people seeing you two, how his pussy was only for you to see and how you’re being so mean to him — too fucked dumb that he forgot the windows to his office window is one way window and people can’t see inside
he can get a bit fussy afterwards if you end up messing with his wings. either the ones on his head or the ones on his lower back so be sure to gently brush out the feathers as a part of your aftercare. or else, he’ll be scolding your ears off and pushing your kisses away
be sure to worship his cunt, sunday loves seeing you on your knees for him, pressing kisses to his inner thighs and clit. something about seeing you on your knees for him just gets him going and if you wanna feel the full force of his demanding, controlling nature then he’ll put a collar and leash around your neck, keeping you suffocated between his legs until his legs turn jelly, the leash in his hand slipping out as he cries. give a spank or two when eating him out, pinch his clit if you wanna, he’ll be squirting with a filthy mewl
loves a position where he can see your face. most especially, loves to ride your strap/dick. something about holding hands while he messily bounces on your cock making him feel weak too quickly. loves it when you guide him, force him to keep riding you with your hands on his hips. secretly wishes you would just get fed up with his incessant whining of how tired he was and just put him in a mating press. manhandle him into any position you want, he’ll just take it like the good boy he is, nails mauling at your skin. and if you fuck him stupid enough, you might hear a chirp or two fall from his lips, blending in with the filthy wet noises of his cunt around your strap/dick and his weak mewls
𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍 (𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆) reunites with his collage professor, however this time his fantasies cum in an almost obsessive way.
𝗧𝗪: yandere tendencies, cheating, taboo, drugging, overstimulation, a bit of smut. use of yellow color, married male reader, sub! afab konig, dom! male reader
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 — 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬
tobias waismann or konig was a filthy rich businessman, just freshly 23. though he had one issue, he had no one to share his hard work with. no one to dote on and care for. his career had made him so busy that he had never batted an eye on just what he would do once he’d become successful. he needed something no someone to fill the void in his heart, and the ache to his pussy.
his “love life” was just meaningless empty fucks. none of them ever fuck him how he preferred it, they usually left him dazed and unsatisfied no one ever did it how he yearned for it. none of them were real men. they were meaningless boys, immature, inexperienced boys. he hated it. he craved something..older, something mature.
konig’s thoughts were interrupted when whatever divine power practically handed his solution right over..his 8 years older solution.
—
“one of the usual.” you rasped, moving to lean on the bar’s edge. you let out a rough sigh, these past weeks were just insufferable. stupid deadlines, assignments that were way above your pay grade quite literally, lazy students who expect overachieving grades, it was a shit show. on top of all of that, your wife had been practically clawing down your back about you going to bars. you were quite vexed.
“long day professor?” a very familiar voice rung out from your right. you smiled before you could help it and turned to meet the eyes of your old student. tobais waismann, god he looked amazing. while you two conversed you couldn’t help but let your mind run with your thoughts of him. you watched his mouth, lips so full, you wondered how he’d look sucking you off.
then your eyes trained to his neck, the neck that you ached to fill with marks and pretty bruises, your dick could second that. finally, you reached his eyes, his big innocent eyes. you loved how they were filled with emotion as he talked about his job, but you wanted to see his face flushed and his tears mixing with your spend as he felt everything and nothing all the same. your eyes darkened, he awoke something dar- no. primal..in you.
you couldn’t deny your attraction for him, if you did? you’d be a liar, and a stupidly shameful fool that cupid himself would strike dead. your puppy couldn’t have that as his beloved now could he?
—
soon it grew into the latest hour and you both big your goodbyes. as he headed for the door you let your eyes wander, his pants definitely did him well, emphasizing every slutty, plump part of him with rigor. you weren’t complaining, it was quite the sight. you tore your eyes from the door as he disappeared behind it.
you turned you attention to the bar inhabitants around you, observing. a few minutes later you were gathering your things to head home, as you walked out of the bar you rubbed your hands together and headed for your truck. as you were approaching your driver’s door your name was called from behind you.
“mr y-y/n,” konig started as you turned to him. “you wouldn’t happen to know anything about motorcycles would you?”
you glanced behind konig looking at his bike before turning on your car, you turned on the heat and allowed konig to sit in it as you headed to his bike. you crouched by his bike and started your inspection.
—
konig smirked while he sat in the truck, fingers tracing the shape of the part he took off of his bike. he watched the way your arms flexed and prodded at his bike. he would have you tonight, he was sure if it. he had a carefully arranged plan, it was foolproof. his pussy throbbed at the view of you placing his bike on your truck bed. he felt his finger brush along the pill in his pocket.
his game has started..
—
you got into your truck before pulling out of the parking lot, not looking at tabias you spoke lighting a cigarette. “you’re missing a part, i have said part at the den, we can swing by and get it and i can fix your bike so you can be on your way, that’s okay with you love?” you didn’t miss how he shuffled in his seat before nodding.
you made it home and took his bike off your bed, before inviting him in for another drink. as you both made it into your house, you placed your keys in the bowl that was on the stand that you placed in the entrance hall, noting your wives were gone. probably off to see that massage therapist…
you sighed and led him to your kitchen, you talked for a bit before making your way to the liquor cabinet, your laughter was cut short by the sound of your wives stomping and angry mutters. you didn’t even notice that she had arrived. as soon as her sights set on you she seethed, spewing curses, you couldn’t even focus on what she was so mad about, wanting her to leave. she was a pest, a nuisance, she was interrupting your time with your beloved.
—
konig silently watched and seethed at the sight of some cheap whore yelling at his schatz. she didn’t feel konigs glare, neither of you did, to busy yelling back and forth at each other. konig thought of all the ways he would get rid of her, how he’d torture her for even raising her sickening voice at you. she doesn’t know how to worship you, how you please and pamper you, but konig does, he always has. it’s time you saw it for yourself.
he was brought back to the present by a slap that echoed through the walls. he immediately looked up, a shocked look in his face. she..she had slapped you. konig took a step towards her, fist closing, before she stormed out of the house. tires screeching at her departure.
his eyes immediately went to you, shocked that you were already looking at him. his stomach dropped at the dark look you were giving him, you looked like a predator locking in on prey. god, did he fucking love it. his pussy practically flooded with arousal. he took a step towards you and your eyes followed his every move, silent. “h-how about that drink?” he stammered cursing his nervousness, this was his game, he needed to get back in control, and fast.
you stalked up to him, drink in hand as you stopped in front of him, and placed the drink onto the table beside both of you. konig heard you mumble something about the bathroom as you walked past him. his heart hammered, it was time. he grabbed two glasses, fixed your drinks and leaned against the table. he wiped his hands on his pants before unbuttoning two of his buttons and checking to see if his hair looked desirable.
—
as you made your way back to konig, frustration and arousal were the most intense feelings you’d felt. you just wanted to pump your load into him for the rest of the night and make him round with the amount of cum you’ll empty into him. you walked back into the kitchen to see that he listened to you well.
he leaned against the table both your drinks in his hands. you grabbed your drink and sat at the table, not missing the way konig stared at you. he waited on you to drink it, you took a sip and that’s when you felt it.
you stupid little boy didn’t make sure the pill had dissolved completely. you made sure not to let your body give away anything before placing your glass down and smiling almost predator like.
—
it took less than 20 minutes to have konig laid onto the top of the table staining it with the amount of times he’s cum around you. you rutted into him brutally, aiming to hit his prostate with every pump of your cock. the squelch of your cum spraying out of his cunt with every thrust was so disgustingly good.
he was covered in cum, who’s? you couldn’t remember or care. you’d been at it for a while, you loved this look, you made sure to commit it to memory, permanently ingrained into your soul. the dazed empty look in his eyes, the tears that waterfalled down his cheeks, the way his tongue practically hung out of his mouth like some pathetic dog, drooling everywhere. and the way he held you with vice was just begging you to fuck your kids into him and stain his insides white.
He was renaissance art.
He was the thrill romeo felt when he finally kissed juliet
you would let the world burn for him
he was your god and you, a far to gone devotee. you wanted to worship him, to break him, to shape him to your liking.
He…was your sick, pathetically sweet obsession.
you were strewn out of your thoughts by the lack of noise from your puppy. you came for the 5th time and glanced down at konig. he was completely fucked stupid. he panted like a bitch in heat and involuntarily twitched. you stopped fucking into him. “what’s the color puppy?” you waited on your question to register into his mush mind, basking in his glow. he blinked and looked at you. “yellow sir.” he whimpered grinding onto your dick slightly and twitching when he managed to find his prostate. you knew he wanted more but simply couldn’t take it, it didn’t want to ruin your new toy.
you nodded, smiled and kissed temple then his lips, tasting yourself on him before pulling out despite his whines and babbling. you sunk to your knees, dragging his hips along with you. you kissed and bit at his thighs, leaving marks like they were freckles peppering his skin. konig begged you to make him cum before shushed him, repeatedly kissing his puffy, red pussy. he twitched with every kiss and tried to push away from you while shaking his head no trying to pull you back into his pussy, he believed that that’s where you belonged, bust deep into him fucking him absolutely mad. his mind wanted it, but his body couldn’t handle it.
you started to lick him clean, pushing any of your cum that slipped out back with you fingers. he came again and slumped comfortably and completely, rubbing over his stomach, toying with the cum that was in his stomach.
you finished cleaning him up before plugging him up and carrying him to your bathroom to wash up.
—
after you a good bath, you and konig laid in you bed his head on your chest, he was asleep, your activities wearing him out. you stayed up, deciding that you were going to divorce your wife and peruse your true love. as you finally dozed off, you felt a warm leak of something on your dick. you opened your eyes and looked under the covers to see konig kitty licking at your head. you sighed and smiled, putting the cover down once again and gently holding your husbands hair as he sucked you off.
cupid is a bastard. a smart, cunningly great bastard.
and you’d thank him everyday for his gift.
thee end. fun fact, this was longer and more detailed but tumblr kind of glitched out and i had to re write 4 hours worth of work just clipped. am i happy about the outcome?, yes. was it frustrating? also yes. did you like it? ill leave that answer to the masses. also, i liked konig to have an actual name so i named him, is it fitting?
i am sorry but yjh is such a wife material. like imagine him greeting you when you get home from work in only a fking apron. 🥴😵💫 I would go absolutely feral.
REAL. and the embarrassed look he'd give you in that apron... I might just take him right there and then, onto the countertop.
The idea of Gojo being smug and playful and a total tease to R normally, but he turns into such a needy sub when R whips out his massive cock is just so good~
FtM/AFAB!Gojo also works with this.
CW: pwp , fluffy(kinda idk)
— sorry this is kinda rusty, got lazy at the end sooo yeah.
To be honest, you never really thought you could meet someone like him.
Always so frisky and does what he wants.
That's why you're never gonna question your situation right now. When he asked you to accompany him— he's lonely without his students, he says, and hangout through the bustling streets. You try to ignore those stealing glances whenever you do something, and then quickly find something distracting to distract yourself from Satoru.
Eventually, you find yourself within the mercy of him.
The burning touches, seductive gazes— he'd look at you like you're a madman, like he's not grinding himself down in your thighs. The heated atmosphere and the light reflected from the window makes him look more beautiful. No matter how hard you tried to pry your eyes off him, you would admit that he's freaking beautiful.
And maybe that's why you can't resist him.
His shit-eating grin was shown when he palmed your clothed crotch. Massaging the muscle underneath it— and you feel something wet on your thighs.
And then, when his impatience took over, he'd gawk at you— your dick. Maybe you're just imagining things, but you swore you heard a purr. You travel your hand down his body until his butt. Tracing his every nooks and crannies like testing the waters. You start to move your thighs a little, and then he moans—
Squeezing his ass while swallowing his small squeals. And your dick hardens. You lifted a hand and finds itself in his tense nipples, you're suddenly aware of the light whimpers he's giving.
Until those whimpers turns into unsuppressed moans. Until those teasing grinds turns into relentless banging.
Until you're the one who's making him crazy.
His back arches everytime you force your way into him. And fuck, he swore that you can fill him up with babies anytime you want.
Your head kept brushing against his prostate. Gasping, his hips roll back involuntarily, but you suddenly pull back without a warning.
He pouts, so much for teasing a guy like him.
"Is this the reason why you riled me up, hmm?" You grin at him while slapping your dick against ass, and he whines. "You should've asked nicely, 'toru."
He gives you an impatient groan as he bites his lower lip to suppress a moan coming out. Legs moving around, trying to make you move but you continued to brush your member against his hole.
"I know, I'm sorry. Just fuck me alread– ah!" His heart rate quickens when he felt you squeezing and biting his pecs, rubbing the cute little nubs along with it. He cries, and you're satisfied.
"Y'know I like you more like this, yeah?" You look at him with hunger, and he feels it. Not when you're not even trying to hide it from him. "Manners, 'toru. Beg more and maybe I'll be considerate." Because it's so hard trying to hold myself back.
He looks at you, not with the smug confidence like he did earlier, but with a deprived, needy look. And that's what pulls you in. Maybe he doesn't know, but his eyes does the work instead of his mouth.
"Please, I need you." He cries with want. He doesn't look pathetic at all, instead, he looks pleasing. "I want you."
And with that, he's slammed onto the mattress.
His inner thighs shaking, and he's aware that his moans might be heard outside, but neither cares. You move your hips languidly, easily, like you've been yearning for this in ages.
He's tight, and it makes it even more good. He's loud, struggling to keep up with your pace as he buckles his hips to match yours.
Call him filthy, but he likes you dominating him. He likes you whenever you emphasize your hard, animalistic thrusts as you go. He likes you whenever you praise him and make him feel beautiful. God, he loves you, dearly, because you're the only one who can paint your initials within his heart and mind.
Until the loud, lewd sounds of skin slapping and the smell of sex finishes you both. Cock still buried inside his hole while he's breathing heavily underneath. The dampness he felt in the mattress made him blush.
You moved him into a more comfortable position and quickly find a napkin to clean him as soon as you start to notice his tired, droopy eyes.
Maybe you didn't know, but the way that you brush you hands against his cheeks, the way you take care of him, the way you look at him makes him melt, loved.
But that's okay, because when he heard you whisper, I love you, before drifting off, he smiles. He swears he could always look forward to spending nights with you like this, peacefully.
# TOJI : fushiguro toji. top male reader. ftm toji. oral + overstimulation. gun play.
thinking about playing with ftm! toji’s pussy. it’s so pretty, sucking in your fingers so well. toji’s thighs are twitching, muscular arm swung over his eyes to hide that dazed look away from you. the past few weeks, he paid you no mind besides asking for money. normally, you wouldn’t mind, yet it’s become too unbearable.
“s.. stop...” he whines, feet dragging himself upwards the mattress. following his request, you pull away. a smile tugging at your wetness-soaked lips, “yeah? you want me to stop?” your tone is so sweet, so considerate, and suddenly toji wants to cum inside your mouth to shut you up. “i h.. hate you.” he hiccups, tensing when he feels the barrel of your gun trace his folds.
“i didn’t hear you.”
toji’s silent as you switch the safety off.
“please...” he hesitates for a moment.
he breathes slowly, “please... fuck me.”
the view is too unbelievable. too good to be true. toji leaks around your gun, entrance fluttering around nothing. his brain is fuzzy, on the border between wanting the session to end or continue. the pain’s too euphoric, serving only for the building climax deep within him. “you already came so much, baby,” you comment, “now you’re trying to fuck my gun too?”
aw, he was pouting.
“no,” he shakes his head, hair sticking to his face like glue. he was so cute. “i want you inside... wan’ your cock. please?” and he knew how to ask properly. you taught him well. your tongue plunges itself into his pussy, and he wants to scream from the abruptness. his mouth is agape in a gasp, your fingers rocking to life.
his brain frays when it registers that your weapon is pressing into his clit.
toji fucking squeals.
you don’t make him wait long. you’re soon on your knees, slick cock sliding with ease. “ngh! you d.. didn’t,” he moans in surprise, “didn’t– fucking.. warn me.” his eyebrows furrows in a way you’ll know he’ll complain, but your thrust causes cartoonish stars to swirl around his pretty, dumb head.
“careful with your words, sweetheart,” you remind, gun tracing up and up until it was against his chin. you take advantage of the situation, thrusts forceful enough to make his cunt clench with urgency. he whimpers, “yes sir.”
