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writers, you can and should be proud of your fic even if you personally are not satisfied with it. because even if you think it's "not good", you can be proud of the fact that you wrote it and it's something you created. you can be proud of the fact it's not ai.
repeat after me, it's something you put your soul and dedication in â and that's something ai could never achieve.
roommate!mattsun and his big, veiny hands and his silver rings and chipped black nail polish. whose hands sometimes make an appearance when you post faceless photos while youâre getting coffee or when youâre out for a drive.
thereâs a crossover of followers between your two twitter accounts, the one where you post cute, aesthetic things like that. and the one where you post pictures of your tits. itâs enough of them that it becomes a Thingâyour followers begging you to post a video of you getting fingered by Sexy Ring Guy.
you send the screenshot to mattsun as a joke. and he just sends back: sure
the video is hotter than it has any right to beâ
youâre soaked. mattsun makes zero attempts to hide the volume of his groaning as you buck your hips. and he finger fucks you all the way through your intense, squirting climax, one hand holding your hips still as your messy spray lands right on the phoneâs camera lens.
(you finger yourself to the video right after you post it.)
(twice.)
when the video blows up overnight and you can hardly keep up with every response begging for more, mattsunâs the one that texts you a screenshot of the numbers on the post: should we do another one?
your followers, as it turns out, very much enjoy seeing his hands every where else all over your body, tooâaround your neck, in your mouth, groping your tits, spreading your ass.
grabbing your hair while you suck his dick.
but the most popular, by far (because you end up edging them just as much as youâve edged yourselves), is the video of mattsunâs hands gripping your upper thighs when he sinks his cock into you for the first time.
Itâs so comfy and cozy to nestle into your friend Yukimiyaâs side while you watch tv together. So cozy in fact, you canât help but doze off with your head ending up lying on top of his thigh thatâs closest to you. You donât even realize how you keep nuzzling your cheek and nose into the warm muscle youâre pressed against. Or the fact that a hand of yours wound up resting along Yukkiâs inner thigh, and you keep shifting and squeezing it in your sleep.
Yukimiya tells himself he could handle the touching and close contact of it all just fine since itâs you. But something about the way that you look so peaceful, lips forming a soft little pout, while youâre using him as your personal pillow is causing a heat to spread through his chest and his stomach to tie into knots over the guilt he feels at the erection growing in his pants. His eyes shift away from you to look up, and the guilt grows tenfold when heâs caught in your boyfriendâs stare.
Karasuâs expression is straight-laced for a beat longer before that signature smirk spreads across his face, eyes still locked onto Yukimiya while he rubs a hand along both your legs that are currently sprawled across his lap. He sends a playful wink towards his friend as his hands creep further along between your thighs.
You shift your body and a slight frown is on your face as you stretch and turn your head further up on Yukimiyaâs leg. Youâre still asleep, but if you were to wake up in this moment youâd be eye-level with Yukkiâs crotch. That hand you had on him earlier is now latched onto his inner thigh like itâs your personal plushie to squeeze as you dream.
Yukimiya chokes on the saliva pooling in the back of his mouth at the site. This is bad, this is bad he needs to get you to move before your boyfriend kills himâ
Karasu manages to lean over from where heâs sitting next to Yukimiya on the couch and speaks in a gruff whisper directly into his friendâs ear. âTheyâre so cute when they fall asleep on ya like this, right? Bet it makes you wanna see if theyâre still this cute lookin when ya cream all over those pretty lips, yeah?â
Your boyfriend continues to smile and noses at his friendâs ear in a way that has Yukimiya shivering, the words and sound of Karasuâs voice in that tone has a slight fog clouding Kenyuâs mind. A fog that grows hazier and makes his heart race as he watches Karasu grab your hand and place it over Yukimiyaâs clothed cock.
Still deep in your nap, you pay no mind to whatâs happening above you and give another squeeze at the surface beneath your hand. Both boys hiss and sigh at the sight of Yukkiâs throbbing length visibly twitching at the way you press down on him. Thereâs a mixture of shame and lust swirling around in Yukimiyaâs mind at how hot he thinks itâd be if he took his dick out and saw your your calm, angelic features a few mere centimeters away from his leaking tip.
Yukki bites down on his lip at the same time Karasu chuckles and rasps right in his ear, âWanna find out?â
sometimes i wonder if we have forgotten that sharing creative work is, fundamentally, a bid for human connection. like I'm not posting art or fic for 'engagement' i'm posting it looking for other sickos to play with! i'd be making it anyway for my own gratification because there's something wrong with me, i'm sharing it hoping we can have something wrong with us together <3
>>You struggle to pay rent on your limited graduate student salary, and your worst enemy agrees to help you out.
or
You realize you need to find a partner for your faceless porn account, and Akaashi Keiji is the only man who meets all your requirements.<<
series status: complete. â
spotify playlist â
the aesthetic â
tags: "grad student by day, porn star by night" akaashi keiji, linguistics phd students akaashiyn, welcome to the one thing i know too much about :')), academic rivals to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, dom!akaashi keiji (DOM AKAASHI SUPREMACY), porn with feelings, akaashi gets yellow-carded in their color consent system but i swear it's not what it looks like, dom/sub dynamics, akaashi's a brat tamer, side pairing kurootsukki <3
a/n: welcome to the 'academic rivals to lovers dom!akaashi keiji' series that's been haunting me for weeks now :) hope you enjoy :)
Imagine Sonar with a touch starved reader ft. dry humping, grinding, cumming in pants, mdni 18+
Itâs not really been all that long.Â
This is what you tell yourself. And although it isnât necessarily a lie, the truth is more subjective than that.Â
No one warns you that when you set out on the whole big move, the coming-of-age, John Hughs âIâm not going to end up like the rest of themâ adventure, that starting over means starting over everything.Â
Well, they doâin an implied sort of way. Beating around the bush saying itâs a âbraveâ choice that takes guts and they could never do it themselves, but how nice to see young people still taking a leap of faith these days. Â
Thereâs little mention of the uncomfortable facts. That you live alone now and itâs shockingly easy to go days without ever speaking to anyone but your reflection in the microwave door while it nukes the scraps from yesterdayâs contactless delivery. Only your coworkers provide a reprieve from self-imposed social quarantineâbut you canât really talk to Jared in accounting about the soul crushing loneliness of finding oneself. And a phone call home is a piss poor substitute for a hug, a good one with no space in between and arms that really squeeze like they want you close. Not these no salt added, bland baked pats from a colleague at happy hour.Â
You couldnât recall the last time someone touched you with any real meaning even if held at gunpoint. Probably just accept the end was coming in a goddamn 7-11 because at least itâll drum up some interest for the local paper. Keep community publications afloat for a while. Least you can do as the neighborhood friendless recluse.Â
But then came Victor.Â
And Victor loves to touch.Â
Itâs probably inappropriate, the shit he pulls at work. Or maybe it just seems that way because damn even a subtle brush of shoulders in the elevator seems scandalous when the most human contact you get on a daily basis is arm wrestling Sharon for the last of the breakroom coffee.Â
So when he starts to get a little more bold with itâa hand on your lower back as he squeezes by in the hall, tucking in a tag on your shirt, fingers brushing when you borrow a pen off himâyou just let it happen. Let the shiver and swoop of warm skin on skin wash over you at an intensity you havenât felt since fumbling around in school. Everything new all over again, hard factory reset after months of losing any built up tolerance for casual contact.Â
Which is maybe why you agree so readily when he asks you on a date. A real date, not a work thing. And he tells you to âdress nice, show off a bit,â in whatâs almost certainly a little more sleazy than youâd have put up with before, but it adds to his charm somehow.Â
The charisma about him that makes up for all the other oddities is even more intoxicating up close and when he runs a hand up your knee at the bar, plays with your fingers over the table, itâs hard to resist.Â
And yeah thereâs all that shit about not inviting someone in on the first date, but the skin of your cheek is still tingling from where heâd brushed away an errant eyelash. It doesnât get cold in Cali, but youâre nearly frostbitten with want for shared body heat. Frozen stiff just under the surface, a type of chill only warm breath at the back of your neck can counter.Â
So you lead him up the stairs, through the door and let him kick it shut. Take his hand, pull him with you to the couch where you can get your shoes off and maybe you couldâve gotten through another few layers, but Victorâs warm pressed against you. Itâs all you can do to settle for climbing into his lap.Â
âFuck, youâre sensitive, huh?â he mumbles into your neck, nips and licks at the skin, tugs a little at the shell of your ear until you shudder under his touch. âLucky for you, Iâm a provider.âÂ
You think of biting him, but thereâs too much fur in the way. It's easier to grind down on the bulge under you, listen to him whine.Â
âJust kiss me,â you whisper, breathing in his air and feeling the warmth of it spreading down your throat to your belly like mulled wine, hot and spiced.
Heat from the inside out.Â
Victor meets your lips as you thread a hand through the pillow soft hair at the back of his head. Those ears brush your shoulders when they flick down and itâs not till you register the rapidly intensifying warmth between your legs that you realize youâve not stopped rocking against him.Â
âOh shit,â he swears, gripping your hips tight and guiding the frantic rolls of your bodies together, friction building easily with layers of fabric in between growing wetter with each second. âI canâmm, feel your fucking heart beat in your pussy.âÂ
You can too, the pulse of it, the deep involuntary clenching only your best vibe has ever prompted. Every brush of his chest against yours has your nipples sparking pleasure straight down to your clit, the hands on your waist, soothing up your sides feel almost the same. Like any touch at all could tip you over the edge.Â
âAre you close?â your voice comes out hoarse and heady, diving back in to taste the whiskey on his tongue. The answer seems obvious, but he sounds just as wrecked as you feel. Itâs tantalizing, the effect you have on each other.Â
It occurs to you then, distantly, to wonder if anyone really touches Victor. Or is he like you? Does he reach out so often, so blatant and desperate because he really is? Maybe thatâs why youâre both hereâbirds of feathers, two of kind, cut from the same despondent cloth.Â
âYeah,â Victor grunts into your mouth, swears against your canines. âGod, I havenât cum in my pants since college.â
âSo thatâs what the guys are doing at Harvard,â you moan into his mouth, feeling the coil in your belly grow tighter, ready to snap. âI always, ahh, wonderedâŚâÂ
You can sense a comeback bubbling up in his throat but it dies. The words writhe and comes out strangled as he jerks under you, pulling you down hard against his the outline of his dick where it pulses. The fabric over the tip grows dark as it grinds right through your clothed folds. The sweet, wet heat of it gives you a final nudge over the edge right along with him.Â
The orgasm itself is not shaking your bones apart, but the way Victor clings to youâwraps those hands around your back and presses you together has your eyes burning. The pleasure washes over you, heightened by the strong hold that never wavers, keeps you there like itâs all he wants.Â
A real hug, a good one. No strange hesitation, no space left behind for the holy fucking spirit just arms around you that squeeze tight cause they want to.Â
And maybe itâs not been a long time or maybe itâs been a hundred years and youâre halfway turned to stone.Â
But you hug Victor back. And you donât let go for a long while after.Â
I wanna feel you from the inside | sonar x reader - dispatch
warnings: pegging, strap on, afab!reader, little hint of dom!reader, dash of angst but not much, brat Sonar just a bit, anal sex, anal fingering, butt plugs, unspecified dildo so you can use your imagination as to what you'd dick him down with, nipple play, teasing, sucking the strap, deepthroating, begging, teasing, prostate stim, sonar cums a lot, pwp basically, established relationship, cuddling after
word count: 2.4k
summary: In which it's Sonar's turn to get his back blown out for once.
a/n: this one is for you rhi <33
âYou sure about this?âÂ
It's a perfunctory sort of question. As if he hasnât been asking for weeks. Slipping lube into your special draw on the nightstand, sending you videos of that particular subject over text, begging you to slip a few fingers inside him when heâs fucking your face.Â
Yeah Sonar is absolutely sure. No doubt about it.Â
You just wanna hear him say it.Â
âJesus fucking Christ how many times do we have to go through this,â he whines, rolls his hips uselessly, grinding against the air where youâve got him laid out on the mattress. His hard dick's left a wet trail in the fur on his belly. âI need you to fuck me like yesterday.âÂ
God, but itâs good to see him on his back for once begging to get filled up.Â
âYeah, yeah, gettinâ to it,â you mumble against his knee where itâs thrown up over your shoulder.Â
Heâs in nothing but a baggy t-shirt all rucked up to his collarbone so you can see him pinching at those sweet pink nips. Theyâre the same shade as his hole, all furled and cute surrounded by a dusting of grey hairs. You trace a wet finger over the muscle, circling slowly until he opens up just enough for you to slip in to the first knuckle.Â
âFucking finally,â Sonar groans, bears down so you can slide deeper and curl against his walls.Â
Itâs like searing velvet when you stroke him. Every time itâs got you realizing why heâs so addicted to your insides. Something something, hot and wet and sucking you in.
âYouâre really into this, huh?âÂ
You pump your finger once, twice, before teasing his rim with the tip of a second. He whines so pretty when you pull back.
âJust wanted to try it out. Only idiots arenât taking advantage of, ah god, all potential pleasure opportunities.âÂ
Thereâs a dull thud when his head flops back down onto the pillow, milky eyes fluttering shut and ears flicking as that second finger finally slips in next to the first. You start to scissor them apart, softly testing the stretch. Sonar squirms at the chill when you let a little more lube drip down from the tube directly onto his hole.Â
âRight, of course,â you hum, curling both fingers up, rubbing against all that pliant flesh until you feel the firm gland tucked up towards his belly. âThatâs why you had this in all day?â
The plug is heavy in your hands when you fish it out from the sheets, each wing of the stupid fucking bat shaped gem at the base brushes your palm. It was pretty hot, youâll give him that, stripping him down just to find his sweet little hole already stretched out, lube leaking around the edges. Sonar shivers visibly, ears flicking when the cool, slick metal runs over a pebbled nipple.Â
âLook, Iâm the kinda guy that likes to come preparedâah!â he makes a noise that nearly shatters the windows when you press up hard against his prostate and rub in unrelenting strokes.Â
âSure you are, babe,â you coo down, slip a third finger in easily and pump them in, out, get a hand on his hip so he rolls down to meet each thrust. âYou took my credit card last week and ordered all those toys just so you could try it out.âÂ
âFuck you,â he pants and the breathlessness really takes away any of his bite. Sonar looks more fucked out than youâve ever seen from only three fingers. Fur sticking up in every direction, the pretty peach skin of his chest and stomach are blotchy red. His milk glass eyes are hazy, half lidded in pleasure, tongue lolling out, drool dripping onto the pillows. âYou could use âem too.âÂ
Heâs so cute like this, fucking himself back on your wrist, sweating and groaning up at you. Itâs an intoxicating feeling, holding this thing he wants so bad in your hand. You wonder now if this is why he did all that shit that landed him at SDN. It was hard to understand before, but itâs starting to dawn on you now.Â
Intoxicatingâthatâs what it is. The desire on his face is a rush all on its own. You see now how hard, near impossible, it could be to walk away from that.Â
The straps already tight around your thighs and waist, shift as you pull away. The thick length of silicone between your legs bobs as each finger slips free and you sit back on your haunches.Â
âHm, you know, most people have to convince their boyfriends to do this shit,â you muse, running a hand up the fluff on his thighs, teasing a trail up to his balls and cupping them. âAnd you look like youâre dying to suck me off right now.â
Sonarâs whining at the sudden emptiness cuts off and his ears flick up in interest. His eyes are flitting down to the toy strapped in and back up to you.Â
âIf I play your fucking game will you finally get on with it?â he asks, trying his best to sound annoyed, but his ears are flopping down, spit drips from the tip of a fang. Poor thing, too many tells for his own good.Â
You should take pity on him.Â
Maybe.Â
âOh, no, I wouldnât dare think of imposing on youââ
âGod, shut up,â he interrupts, sliding off the bed in one smooth motion and grabbing you by the hips.Â
With a single tug your ass hits the edge of the mattress and the shiny new cock between your legs disappears in that pretty pink muzzle. Thereâs no accompanying sensation of course, but the sight has you aching yourself, wetness soaking through the straps where they cut close to your folds. You can just barely see from this angle how the silicone bulges in his throat.Â
âFuck, look at you.âÂ
He keens when you get a hand in the fur at the back of his head and pull, ease him back off a bit from where his nose is pressed into the course curls under your navel. With some guidance he gets a nice rhythm going, working himself up even more from the sound of it all-- wet, sloppy sucks and pops when he pulls away to kiss the fat tip.Â
The toy drips with saliva even as that long ass tongue dips back out to wrap around the base and lick a stripe up the underside.Â
âThink Iâm all nice and wet for you now,â your voice is softer now, looking down at himâthe hazy look in his eyes is back full force, all glazed over until he tears his gaze away from the toy in front of him. He looks so pretty cock drunk, shame he has to go and ruin it by smirking like that, tugging at the straps to get some friction on your clit.Â
âOh I bet you are,â he grins up at you until you slip that hand on his head a little lower, scruff him by the fur at the back of his neck just to watch him go limp in your hold.Â
âQuit being a bitch or you can fuck yourself on this thing without me,â you murmur softly down to him, leaning close enough to one ear that you can lick up the shell of it, nibble a little at the corner the way he likes. â Now, you wanna ride me, or you want me to give it to you?âÂ
âCareful, youâre being corrupted by power,â he grunts back.Â
You can see the exact second when he caves though, almost feel his poor empty hole clenching on nothing. Itâs a familiar sensation, you hope this reminds him to be a little less of a tease next time heâs topping.
â...give it to me.âÂ
Sonarâs making a valiant attempt at glaring but the way heâs bouncing on his knees with his ears brushing his shoulders really undermines the sentiment. You lean down enough to meet his lips, slipping him some apologetic tongue that he happily accepts, greedy bastard. He sucks down your tongue, lets it trace the curve of an incisor, chases your mouth when you pull back.Â
âGood boy,â you whisper against his cheek, pressing another kiss there.Â
âDonât fucking push it,â Sonar grumbles, shoving you back onto the mattress and flopping down himself among the mess of pillows. He gets his knees under him, ass in the air and weight on his elbows, one hand wriggles up to spread his cheeks. The little pink furl of his hole winks open, shiny and leaking with about a good half a bottle of lube.Â
âWhoa,â you sigh, scooting up behind him, running your hands along his back, feeling the little swoop in your belly at the sight of him all loose and pushing his hips into you. âStarting to get why you always gush about my pussy when you fuck me now.â
âI donât do that!â he snaps and any further bitching dies when you grip the silicone shaft and run the tip in a circle over his rim, just barely pushing in.Â
âMm, I seem to remember something about how âmy pretty pussy wants cock so bad itâs sucking you right inâ,â you muse, scratching down from his shoulders and gripping a sturdy hip in one hand, rocking forward just enough so that Sonarâs ass swallows up the tip of the toy with a pop. âLooks like itâs not just me who wants it.âÂ
âFuckâah, shitâyou,â he gasps as you feed him another inch, watching his hole stretch wide until your thighs press against his ass.Â
âAlready said that, I think.âÂ
Heâs not got anymore words though, other than a few muffled swears that get swallowed up by the pillow shoved between his teeth. You drape yourself over his back, and he makes a strangled noise at the press of your breasts against him. The first roll of your hips is a little stunted, muscles unused to the motion trying to kick into gear. After a moment you work up a nice rhythm, thrusting up in time with Sonar rocking back on your cock.Â
It must be hitting something good in there because after the first few strokes heâs shaking, poor neglected dick hanging heavy and red and drooling between his legs.Â
âHng, touch me,â he gasps out, the room echoing with the wet slap of his hold sucking down the toy and the increasingly loud moaning that vibrates through you at every point of contact.Â
He doesnât exactly ask nicely, but the desperation is a good look on him so you give in easily. His length is hard and pulsing in your hand the second you wrap a fist around him. Thereâs so much pre-cum leaking from his dick you groan at the feeling, matching your hand to the rhythm of each thrust. Every time you push in deep and hold him there another gush spills from his tip.Â
âOh baby, youâre so wet,â you mumble in his ear, a little out of your mind with it. Just recycling all the shit he tells you when heâs balls deep. âSo tight, barely wanna let me pull out. It feels that good, huh?â
âYes, fuck, right thereâjust like that,â heâs panting, belly tensing under your hand like heâs so close it hurts.Â
You wanna give it to him. Push him over the edge. Keep him there forever, crying so sweet and split in half. Get him stuffed full and make him stay that way all day. Want him to feel the ache anytime he moves. Thinking about this every fucking second.Â
âGonna cum from me fucking your pretty ass, yeah?âÂ
Thereâs nothing in response but a high pitched chirp and the fluttering of his hole. Another rush of pre floods your palm, then thereâs nothing but the ripping of fabric and a different, thicker kind of wetness spilling from him all over the sheets. Rope after rope of hot release coats your hand, more than youâve ever seen. Curiosity wins over as you give him another experimental grind and a second white gush follows the movement.Â
âAh, uh, shit, too much,â Sonar groans, body going limp under you, at some point his elbows must have given out so his back is arched up and his chest is flat to the bed. Itâs hard not to snap a picture.Â
You relent though, press a line of kisses from his nap to the little dimples at the base of his spine as you slowly ease him off your cock. The straps click as you release them, letting the harness fall on the sheets. He goes easy as you gather him to lay spooned up against you away from the massive wet spot on the mattress.Â
His back against your chest heaves with deep, slow breaths. You bury a hand in the fur on his chest just to feel the hammering of his heart.Â
âFeel okay?â you mumble, stroking over his belly, wrapping an arm around and tucking him more firmly into the cradle of your thighs.Â
Sonarâs got a habit of getting a little weird after, sort of distant and introspective and shit. If you donât hold him down youâre afraid he might drift away again. Itâs a pretty vulnerable thing, you suppose. Heâs taking this a bit better though than he does the other way around. Less in his head about it, more basking in the post coital bliss.Â
âMmhm,â he hums and itâs not particularly informative, but it doesnât sound strained.Â
Just tired. Loose and well fucked.Â
You sigh, two parts relief, one part fondness. The silence in the room is comfortable for a moment and it almost seems like he might have dozed off until he speaks up again.Â
âYou ever think about how hot it would be in Flambaeâs ass?âÂ
The question tanks whatever sleepy, pleasant vibe had descended. Your hand on his side stops stroking and you sit propped up to stare down at him. Heâs smiling that shitty little asshole grin when you meet his eye.Â
Deflecting ass bitch.
âWhat? NoââÂ
âI bet itâs like sticking your dick in a toaster.âÂ
âYouâre ruining the moment.âÂ
On purpose, you think but donât say aloud. Heâs snickering and wriggling in your hold, gets you on your back and presses your bellies together, lets his full weight pin you to the mattress.Â
âYeah, yeah you and your cuddling after,â he mumbled into your tits, nuzzling and licking at the soft swells.Â
He grumbles a bit more, but does stay where he is. Hums when you pet along his ears, melts into you and lets his hand rest over your left breast, tapping a familiar beat gently against your ribs.Â
Sukuna x reader. Public sex, potential dubcon. Wc: idk, short.
MDNI, ageless blogs and minors will be blocked.
I literally can't look at this anymore i'm criticizing it too hard.
Frat boy Sukuna who has no issue toying with you In front of the whole damn party. He's got you bent over the arm of the couch, those too small shorts exposing most of your ass and pressing deliciously into your pussy, Your shirt is bunched up by your shoulders exposing the curve of your spine. He keeps your legs spread with a foot to one of your ankles while pressing a wand into the seam of your shorts right over your clit.
Everyone know's this follows stripper rules, you can touch them but they can't touch you, you're whining into the lap of whatever lucky guy was sat there before Sukuna bent you over for all to see. Bets go around the room of who will last longer, you or the guy you're practically drooling on.
Sukuna encourages the crowd to come look at the wet spot forming on the denim, your fingers dig into the thighs of who you're sure must be one of his brothers, feeling him shift under your touch as you fall further into his lap to escape the rapidly increasing vibrations.
Sukuna's free hand reaches up to roughly grab your hair forcing you into a deeper arch and pulling you back towards him in the process. You can hear his laughter over the music at your struggle, can vaguely make out someone shouting for him to pull the fabric to the side, can see the flash of cameras to your left. The man in front of you smells of musk and trashcan jungle juice â definitely a brother.
The sensation of it all overwhelms you into your orgasm, the growing sticky wet spot on your shorts that spreads to your thighs serving as proof along with the trail of spit connecting you to the mans jeans. You can catch the sight of cash exchanging hands above you as his hand leaves your hair, pats your ass helps, you stand and sends you off with a "Go enjoy the party."
Sukuna x reader. Public sex, potential dubcon. Wc: idk, short.
MDNI, ageless blogs and minors will be blocked.
I literally can't look at this anymore i'm criticizing it too hard.
Frat boy Sukuna who has no issue toying with you In front of the whole damn party. He's got you bent over the arm of the couch, those too small shorts exposing most of your ass and pressing deliciously into your pussy, Your shirt is bunched up by your shoulders exposing the curve of your spine. He keeps your legs spread with a foot to one of your ankles while pressing a wand into the seam of your shorts right over your clit.
Everyone know's this follows stripper rules, you can touch them but they can't touch you, you're whining into the lap of whatever lucky guy was sat there before Sukuna bent you over for all to see. Bets go around the room of who will last longer, you or the guy you're practically drooling on.
Sukuna encourages the crowd to come look at the wet spot forming on the denim, your fingers dig into the thighs of who you're sure must be one of his brothers, feeling him shift under your touch as you fall further into his lap to escape the rapidly increasing vibrations.
Sukuna's free hand reaches up to roughly grab your hair forcing you into a deeper arch and pulling you back towards him in the process. You can hear his laughter over the music at your struggle, can vaguely make out someone shouting for him to pull the fabric to the side, can see the flash of cameras to your left. The man in front of you smells of musk and trashcan jungle juice â definitely a brother.
The sensation of it all overwhelms you into your orgasm, the growing sticky wet spot on your shorts that spreads to your thighs serving as proof along with the trail of spit connecting you to the mans jeans. You can catch the sight of cash exchanging hands above you as his hand leaves your hair, pats your ass helps, you stand and sends you off with a "Go enjoy the party."
Just a heads up, there are bots going around on AO3 accusing people of using AI. Considering the timing, this is likely AI bros' retaliation for AO3 users calling them out for scraping their work. Examples of what you might be sent:
Screenshots from here.
If you get a comment like this, just report for spam and delete.
This happened to me on Monday! Just to note, they seem to be using the usernames of real AO3/Tumblr users, which is creepy and upsetting, and also a weird way to sow discord in our communities.
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
If you do this with my fics, or anyone's fics, please know I HATE you. I hate you more than every troll comment, every "your writing sucks kys" comment, every "update soon" comment. I hate you. Other authors hate you. If you want my fic, you either WAIT for it or you pay me for it. And if you won't do one of those things, you don't deserve my fic or anyone else's.
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