⚠️CW⚠️ — gay, gay-sex, top Jason Todd, bottom male reader, rough sex, morning sex, bathroom sex, blowjob, somnophilia (consensually), stomach bulge, cum inflation, breeding, Todd has a big dick, shower sex, and possible ooc.
Word count — 3.7k
Summary — You finished making a hearty breakfast and called for Jason. When he didn’t respond, you took his dick into your hands—erm, matters in your own hands.
Read before continuing: if you are younger than 18 or any of the warnings make you uncomfortable, this is your chance to turn around and leave. If there are no problems, you may continue.
It was early in the morning, if you could call it that. The sun’s everlasting light struggled to pierce the permanent, gloomy, thick smog of Gotham. Instead of the bright blue skies filled with puffy white clouds, like the citizens of Metropolis get to enjoy, you get mute, gray skies and light that casts long, winding shadows on the concrete canyons of Gotham. You got the pleasure of enjoying a dull yellow or orange hue in the morning hours. It wasn’t idle, along with the high crime rate, corruption, and pollution—at least the rent was cheap.
But at least it was morning. The once-sparsely populated streets, walkways, and subways were beginning to fill with frantic crowds. Thousands of workers emerged from their homes and poured out onto the streets. You could hear the city's ambiance below: cars honking and revving—plus the typical sound of police cruisers' sirens wailing in the distance. You assumed they were responding to one of many murders that had happened during the night, or someone had discovered one of Jason’s unique ways of dealing with criminals.
Maybe that explains why the vigilante came to you worn out and tired beyond belief. He nearly gave you a heart attack when you entered your apartment. He was just standing in the darkness, leaning against the kitchen counter with his iconic red metallic helmet in his hands. The lighting didn’t help, as it cast his large, imposing silhouette like a child standing over their sleeping mother. You thought your time was up and validly let out a screech, only to hear a laugh slice through it.
Realizing who it was, you sighed in relief; your fight-or-flight instincts diminished as Jason pulled you into one of his hugs. You should’ve expected who it was by now. Your apartment was practically Jason’s home, an upgrade from the various safehouses scattered across Gotham—though he was careful not to draw attention to you unless he wanted one of his enemies to target you.
But you didn’t have any worries, believing fully in Jason’s abilities—especially his stealth, which made you wonder about the safety of your home if the vigilante could easily break in undetected. Nobody was gonna touch a single hair on your body without feeling his wrath, and because only he can touch your body.
Your tense, aching bodies relaxed and melted into each other. You could feel the vigilante’s warm, heavily muscled body molding against yours, defined and sculpted by years of grueling training and resurrection that brought him back. He pressed kisses on your forehead before moving down to your lips, pulling you into a heated dance as your lips moved with rhythm and intent. You could feel Jason’s calloused hands running underneath your shirt, pulling and squeezing your skin as he grinds his crotch—rubbing his tight, clothed bulge on yours.
“Let’s go to sleep,” Jason said, pulling back with a teasing smirk plastered on his face. You frown, whining under your breath as you wanted to go further, but that quickly vanished when Jason stripped himself of his clothing, leaving nothing but his underwear on. You unconsciously licked your lips, not shying away from ogling the manly tank in front of you. He gestured for you to follow his lead—you did so without hesitation.
That was last night, your naked bodies snuggled underneath the thick, cozy blankets. You switched between being the big and small spoon. Jason’s large arms wrapped around you, encircling you as he pulled you closer whenever he felt you were too far. You felt his soft breathing blowing on your nape, and his forehead pressed against your shoulders. That didn’t last forever.
The blare of your alarm woke you up. The annoying, piercing sound assaults your ears as it tells its time to get up. You groaned and begrudgingly dragged yourself out of bed, which was a hefty task with your body tangled with Jason in an amalgamation of limbs. The vigilante held onto you like a koala with a death grip. After some twisting and turning, you were freed from the man’s grasp.
Jason groaned in his sleep, turning over onto his backside, the sheets sliding off to reveal his chiseled, muscular body—one arm over his head and the other resting on his stomach. Even in his sleep, he was effortlessly stunning. He looked like one of those men’s magazine models you’d find at the store and bring home to masturbate to when the internet was still newly available to the public. And he was all yours.
You groaned as you arched your back, stretching the muscles as you propped your hands behind your head, rolling your shoulders backwards. You could hear stiff bones popping and cracking from the pressure. Once the stiffness and tension in your body were alleviated, you planned to make a hearty breakfast for you and Jason to enjoy before his usual routine during the daylight hours—a breakfast burger sounded perfect.
But something caught your attention. You didn’t notice beforehand, but it couldn’t be ignored once you made eye contact. The thick blankets covering Jason’s body slipped below his waistline, revealing his basic underwear and his massive dick resting on his thick, meaty thighs. Your jaw dropped. The massive thing must have slipped through the fly while he slept—it was lying flaccid on his right thigh. How did you not feel that pressing against your ass? You would’ve noticed immediately.
But it was there: Jason’s massive dick in all its glory. As if it couldn’t get any better, the massive thing was gradually lengthening. You watched as the flaccid cock rose to prominence, throbbing and jumping against the vigilante’s clean-cut abdomen. That’s when you heard choked grunts and moans, Jason thrusting his hips into the air—he was having a wet dream. The hand resting on his stomach moved to grip the sheets, his brows twitching as he gritted his teeth.
A burning sensation rushed across your face as you idly stood on the side of the bed, watching Jason have a vivid dream—most likely about you. The more you watched, the more you wanted that massive thing filling your mouth—feeling the heavyweight on your tongue and the thickness filling every inch as you try to take as much as you can. Your dick was tenting in your underwear at the mere thought of giving the vigilante head while he slept, and he continued having his wet dream.
Surely he wouldn’t mind? You remembered a while back, he brought up the idea of sucking him while he slept—it was random, something you weren’t expecting from him. It was after a particularly stressful patrol that left Jason irritated and on the verge of killing someone or breaking the nearest object within reach. He was still irritated, but it somewhat dissipated by the time he broke into your apartment. He came behind you and started peppering kisses on your nape while he kneaded your body with his rough hands, grabbing your hips and grinding them against his crotch.
After the deed was done, Jason lay back with you nuzzled into his body—panting and sweating. That was when he randomly brought up a proposal and gave you his full consent to use his dick while he slept. You never thought of or had the chance, but you couldn’t pass up this opportunity—given to you on a silver platter. He wouldn’t mind you messing with his morning wood.
You climbed onto the bed and crawled to Jason’s side—getting between his legs. You took a deep breath and wrapped your hands around it—it felt warm and heavy in your palm, and you barely managed to fit the thick shaft in your grip. You could feel the veins and ridges pressing against your tight grasp. Jason’s dick still manages to be impressive in length and girth despite sucking and holding it multiple times. There was something about it that made you immediately fall to your knees and beg the vigilante to give it to you.
“Ngh…” Jason’s breath hitched as he let out a soft moan, his body shuddering from your cold hand touching his dick. You smiled, slowly started to pump it up and down—you could feel it expanding in your hand, if that was even possible. As you stroked the massive thing, your warm breathing brushed against it, causing Jason to grunt and shudder.
The vigilante unconsciously started rolling his hips, aggressively thrusting into your hands—he was dreaming about fucking you on a rooftop during patrol, not caring who witnessed the love between two men. To Jason, this dream felt oddly realistic, given how warm and tight the sensation was, but he wasn’t protesting—not at all.
You gave a couple of long, shallow strokes before delivering a deep—Jason responding well to the technique. You wanted more, though. You were particularly salivating, mouth wide open, as you intended to take it. You started kissing the massive pole all the way to the spongy cockhead, licking and swirling your tongue around it before devouring the head, locking your lips around the thickness. You hear Jason sigh with relief, and peering up, you see his pectorals moving.
Smiling with a dick in your mouth, you went to town and started slurping—focusing on the cockhead by flicking the tip of your tongue into the slit, tasting the first beads of precum. You weren’t paying attention anymore as you were completely hypnotized—noises muffled except for Jason’s grunts and you slobbering on the man’s dick. Lust had a tight, restrictive control over your being. You moved to take more, swallowing as much as you can, inch by inch.
“Mmmm…” you whined, struggling to take the remaining inches, so you opted to use your hands. You bobbed your head and stroked the rest, slowly taking more as you relaxed your throat and ignored the gag reflex. You huffed and puffed through your nostrils until a hand rested on your head. You froze and pulled back, Jason’s dick plopping out of your mouth with a wet pop.
“I… uh,” you didn’t know what to say as another rush of heat flooded your cheeks.
“I didn’t say stop, did I?” Jason spoke, his voice deep and raspy after just waking up. There was a lustful glint in his eyes, something that you were all too familiar with. You felt the grip on your head tighten. The vigilante fixed his position, sitting upright before spearing your mouth back onto his massive dick.
Your eyes widen as the massive shaft abruptly fills your mouth. Jason’s fingers dug into your hair as he was determined to push all of his cock down your throat. Tears pierced your eyes, your lungs were burning from the sudden lack of oxygen, and your jaw ached. It didn’t stop until your nose was buried in Jason’s underwear waistband and your chin was resting on his clothed sack.
“Breath through your nose.” Jason grunts, holding your head in place. You followed the advice, relaxing your throat to accommodate the vigilante’s dick and breathing through your nose so you wouldn’t suffocate. “Yeah… just like that.” Another bellowing grunt and groan left his mouth, his head tilting back onto the headboard as you clenched your throat around him—the cherry on top was you stimulating his sensitive cockhead.
Jason controlled the pace, one hand gripping your head as he moved you up and down on his cock. He bounced you like a basketball, using your warm, velvety, tight throat as a personal fleshlight. There was a combination of Jason’s feral grunts and the sound of you slobbering on him—you imagined his dick being generously coated with saliva.
You had your back arched, your ass perfectly on display. Your hole was twitching, clenching, and begging—it was hungry and needed to be satiated, but you had a feeling you were going to get the proper treatment soon.
“That’s enough,” Jason said, pulling you off his cock. You whined, but that was squashed when Jason got out of bed and slung you onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes—effortlessly.
“Where are we going?” you asked, looking back to see where Jason was taking you.
“To the bathroom. Need a shower.” Jason replied, as you could see, the familiar interior design was coming into view. You were then hoisted back onto the floor, Jason holding you with an iron grip. “C’mere.”
Jason tilted your head and locked his lips with yours, pulling you into a rhythmic dance of dominance. Your tongues are tied together as he humps and grinds his massive, saliva-coated dick against your clothed tent—smearing your already precum-stained underwear. You can feel his rough, meaty hands move towards your underwear, groping your cheek through the thin clothing, before you hear the sound of fabric tearing and Jason’s hands touching your skin.
“Hey! You could’ve just slid them down!” You complained, pulling back and huffing as the fabric continued to tear until it was ripped in two. Your throbbing dick popped out, grinding against Jason’s dick.
“I’ll buy more, I just really need you. You have me riled up here.” Jason grumbled, squeezing your ass cheeks before slapping the fat mounds. You yelped, your dick twitching as more beads of precum leaked from the slit. Jason took the opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours, swapping saliva and deepening the makeout session—drool seeped through the tiny cracks in your lips and dribbled down your chin.
A heavy, low whine vibrated in your throat, your eyes rolling back from Jason sucking the living soul out of you, and his rough hands having their way with your cheeks—gripping the mounds and thrusting you against him, your moans drowned out.
While Jason enjoyed and toyed with your ass, kneading it like a baker preparing dough. You indulged in his upper body. You greedily squeezed and groped the vigilante’s pectorals like how he was treating your ass—there were subtle, drowned-out grunts, a taste of his own medicine. You were amazed by the rock-hard firmness, yet how squishy they were in your palms. This was most likely a result of your actions, feeding him too well and stuffing him with any junk food he wanted.
You flicked, pinched, and pulled his nipples, feeling the nubs harden between your fingertips. It seemed his dick approved of your ministrations, throbbing against your dick as more guttural growls were further drawn out by the feral, hungry man.
Jason retaliated, pulling your cheeks apart to expose your puckered entrance like Moses parting the Red Sea. You pulled back, a gasp and moan choked out—thick strings of slobber connecting your mouths as the cold air travelled through the valley between your cheeks, brushing against the tight, warm ring of muscle. Whines and whimpers choked out your throat, your mouth ajar as Jason’s thick finger probed your entrance—circling his fingertip around the small ring.
You were in a haze, but your body moved on its own. As Jason teased your puckered hole, the nerves sent signals through your body—straight to your brain, whatever was salvageable. It sensed something thick and long, and your hips instinctively bucked backwards—desperate rolling movements as it tried to grip and drag the vigilante’s finger into the tight, warm depths of your hot ass.
“You want this, sweetheart?” Jason growled, his jaw locking as he watched how eager and desperate you’ve become. There was nothing behind your eyes except a lustful and needy glint.
“Yes! Please, I need it so badly,” you begged and babbled, rolling and bucking your hips as you held onto Jason’s behemoth body—your fingers digging into his pectorals.
“Get in the shower.” Jason bluntly says, moving to open the walk-in shower’s glass door. He still had a grip on your hips and dragged you into the small, confined space. The door closed and locked. The vigilante turned the knob, and the shower overhead burst to life. Warm water sprinkled from above, enveloping and cascading down your bodies. Jason’s thick, wavy hair matted down on his forehead.
The water flowed through every cove and ridge of Jason’s body, highlighting his defined muscles—watching it flow like a river between his pectorals, as if they were mountains shielding a valley. You were knocked out of your gaze by Jason slamming your body against the slippery, soaked wall with one leg hooked on his broad shoulder. The side of your face and hands pressed against the wet tiled walls.
“Ain’t this a beautiful sight?” Jason purrs, smirking—watching you scramble to hold onto the nearest surface for support, but he has you secure, his beefy arm locked and gripping your knee/leg. What was more eye-catching was the water soaking your already disheveled body, your dick throbbing, and your puckered hole, which was throbbing and trying to buck backwards to capture his dick.
He continued to be amused by your attempts to tempt him or push back. The flowing water couldn’t muffle the sound of your frustrated grunts and whines. Deciding to toy with you, he grabbed and positioned his massive dick against your puckered hole, teasing the tight ring by rubbing circles and almost penetrating—the cockhead pushing past the rim before pulling out. He hears your hitched gasps and cries, your body squirming to take what it wants, but is readily denied.
“Jay, p-please…” You whined.
As much as Jason wanted to continue his teasing rampage, his dick wasn’t going to last; it needed to feel the signature warmth and tightness. Precum drooled from the slit, and his shaft throbbed excessively. Your pathetic whining and cries for him weren’t helping either.
With a savage grunt, he once again positioned his dick against your sphincter and pressed forward. The confined space of the shower was filled with groans. You bit your bottom lip as the pressure grew against your rim. Jason gritted his teeth, and his face tightened.
“Fucking take it.” Jason groans as he plunges his dick completely inside your hole, his heavy balls and abdomen resting on the underside of your cheeks—your thighs. Your ass greedily swallowed every inch, massaging and clenching around the massive thing as your mouth spewed moans and cries of satisfaction.
Your chest tightened and heaved, the new angle was undeniably rearranging your guts—he was so deep inside your stomach that you could practically taste it in the back of your throat.
Just from feeling the tight embrace of your ass, Jason gave up rational thinking and became a hungry, feral man—spurred on by you.
“J-Jay… nghh… s-so… g-good!” you moaned, holding onto the tiled wall. Your breathing was harsh as Jason rammed his massive dick, your puckered hole stretching to its limits. His pace was brutal enough to collapse the tiled wall and push you into the next apartment. You can hear his heavy balls slapping against your thigh and the clapping of your cheeks, and the faint sprinkling of water from above.
“Fucking hell,” Jason growls, his heavy-lidded eyes notice a tummy bulge forming every time he thrusts—the size ranged from a tummy bump to his cockhead sprouting out. He managed to choke out a low chuckle, moving his free hand over the bulge to feel it. With each brutal thrust, he could feel his cockhead through your skin. “You feel that, sweetheart? That’s me.”
You slowly and shakily peered down to see what the vigilante was talking about, and there it was; your mind was melting, and your vision was rainbows, but you could see the bulge and the faint outline of Jason’s massive dick thrusting into your body.
“J-Jay… J-Jay… please…” Your brain was scrambled, your speech reduced to incoherent babbling and pleas for Jason. Your hoarse throat is pushing the limits. With some momentum, you reluctantly let one hand from the tiled wall. Jason removed his hand, letting you feel the bulge in your stomach. Your mouth stuttered open, marvelling at the feeling. A tightness starts to knot itself, spreading slowly throughout your lower section.
You couldn’t give Jason a warning before your body spasmed and your asshole clenched around the man’s dick with a vice-like grip. Your ear picked up the guttural groans from the vigilante—feeling his dick being suffocated or being snapped off. Your dick throbbed and spurted thick ropes of hot cum, your moans bounced off the walls—the water washing your load down the drain.
“Fuck, sweetheart… s-squeezing my dick. Y-you feel so fucking good. So tight when you cum for me.” Jason moans, his muscular body shuddering, almost pained. He couldn’t move his dick; it was lodged completely inside you, and your greedy ass refused to let go. It wasn’t long before he reached his climax.
Garnering his strength, he pulled out slowly, dragging his massive shaft against your walls before slamming back—all you can do is whimper and drool as he fucked you past your orgasm and into overstimulation.
He didn’t last long. He let out a bellowing groan and growl, giving one more thrust to the hilt—his dick and balls twitched before unloading deep inside your ass, filling you to the brim with his hot, thick seed. Your fleshy insides were painted white; you felt the massive shaft throbbing, followed by a flood.
The shower fell silent apart from the labored panting and desperate intake of air, and the water cascading down your bodies. Every part of your being trembled from the intense orgasm; everything was foggy and blurry, and your gaze travelled to the bump in your stomach—you looked pregnant… did Jason really cum that much? It's been a week since you both had sex…
Your mind continued to reel and repair the damage until Jason spoke.
“We should do that again!”
The end
Author’s note — Hello, my strawberries! I hope this was good! I’m popping these fics out like Queen Anne. More food is coming.
Special thanks to my proofreader — @sagethegaywitch
Wanna watch the show but don’t really like gore (the men are hot asf tho.)
Thank you! Yeah, the guys are hot, but if you don't like gore, I wouldn't recommend watching. I have to take breaks sometimes when I watch because it can be a lot
Leon Kennedy x ftm reader. Man is just eating you out like he’s starved and dehydrated. As always, this is 18+ not meant for minors! Eh, hope this is good. Dick and entrance are used in this… uhh squirting. Yeah.
“Eyes on me, don’t look away, darlin’” Leon grumbled, his words muffled by the hot flesh between your thighs as he lavishly lapped and sucked on.
You were sprawled out on the table, legs spread wide open with Leon in between them. You whined and cried softly, attempting to not look away from the man pleasuring you but also the man who’s denying you an orgasm.
Leon gave special attention to your throbbing dick; licking it, sucking on it, even giving soft nibbles that sent shockwaves all over your body. His tongue would lap around your entrance, drinking the essences between moving further down to tease your tight asshole — rimming the ring of muscles before moving back to your entrance and dick. His slight stubble rubbing against the skin of your thighs and dick, adding a fuzzy feeling.
“Please… let me cum… wanna cum…” You cried softly, begging Leon to give you the sweet release you’ve been craving — aching — for! The man had already ruined two previous orgasms by pulling away. You could see the evil, satisfying grin on his face before he dived back into your thigh to continue his attacks.
Leon didn’t respond as he was too focused on your dick. Nibbling and sucking on the swollen thing. “Should I?” Using the essences your entrance produced, Leon lathered his fingers with the substance and slid them into your tight ass.
You cried and screamed in pleasure, thrusting your hips into Leon’s face and rolling them in his face. The man grunts as he grounds your hips, wrapping his one of muscular arms around your waist and yanking you closer to him. “H-holy shit… oh god…” you were starting to feel dizzy, your head spinning with thoughts that you couldn’t comprehend. Your toes curled up, thighs squeezing Leon’s head, fingers digging into the wooden desk.
“L-Leon…” You couldn’t form a coherent sentence. All you could was tremble and moan as the older man hit all of your pressure points. His fingers stretch your ass opened, his attention then moving to your entrance while his thumb squeezed and rubbed your swollen dick.
Leon wasn’t going to give up until his boyfriend was crying and shaking from his ministrations. The older man was lost in the sauce, ignoring his throbbing cock as he sped his movement. The tacky, wet sounds of your holes filled the room. The familiar tension returned; the tingling sensation in your stomach began. The older man was determined to bring you to a full orgasm.
“G-gonna cum…” you whined. Your back arching and hands finding Leon’s head, digging your nails into the man’s scalp. You turned away for just a second, but the older man didn’t care. He wants to taste you, see you collapse into a mess, hear you scream his name as you cum for him.
Leon grew relentless. Not stopping for one bit. The pleasure so good, so intense that it hurts, burning hot, but Leon refuses to let you go. The older man could feel your entrance spasming and clenching… your asshole clenching around his fingers…
Shaking and spasming, you let out one last scream — screaming Leon’s name. Crying his name with every breathe as the words devolved into short babbles and cries. The world turned white as the rushing feeling finally released — pent up after being edged for hours. Your holes pulsing as stream after stream shooting obscenely out of your entrance, soaking Leon. The older man didn’t pull back but latched his mouth, wanting every drop of you.
You choked, withered, and groaned, relieved that it was over… sadly. The corners of your eyes blurred, tears welding in your eyes as you collapsed against the hard surface. You couldn’t breathe, it was too powerful. The world then went dark.
“Hey, you alright?” Leon asked after a couple of minutes. There was no response from you as he got up from his position. You had passed out. The older man felt pride swell in his mind, knowing that he brought you to such an orgasm. No one else, not another man could bring you to an orgasm like that.
⚠️CW⚠️ — gay sex, gay, public blowjob, Gloryhole, exhibitionism, Jason has a big dick, top Jason Duval, bottom male reader, bathroom sex, bareback, breeding, scent kink (armpit), body worshipping, almost caught, derogatory language used, ass referred to as cunt, and cumming hands free.
Word count — 7.1k
Summary — what was a random gloryhole hookup became a weekly occurrence. It was the usual session until the anonymous man wanted more.
Read before continuing — if you are younger than 18 or any of the warnings make you uncomfortable, this is your chance to turn around and leave. If there are no problems, you may continue.
It was late at night when you took your stroll, the sun having set along the horizon a couple of hours ago. The beaming sky and sweltering heat were replaced by darkness and cool, crisp air—somewhat damp and humid. The streetlights lining the area between the sandy beach and the hard concrete sliced the darkness, illuminating the sidewalk, while the beach remained in total darkness.
The once-packed businesses that lined the other side of the beach became vacant. The ambiance of people speaking, padded footsteps, and the occasional conflict ceased. You could hear your footsteps patting against the concrete and the faint, distant sounds of cars driving through Key Lento. The wind blowing caused the hanging palm trees to sway and rustle, and some sand particles from the beach dusted the sidewalk and your shoes.
Nightly strolls were the best, at times, if you avoided the more criminal and shady areas. The beach was probably the safest. You usually walked through the long stretch after working out at one of those twenty-four-hour gyms, or when you needed to get out, wanting to forget about your living situation and finances.
The sharp, salty, and fishy aroma of algae and other sources choked the air, enhanced by the cool air, which gave it a saltier, ozone-like scent. The smell didn’t bother you that much, but it was still putrid—an offense and assault to your nose. Your gaze moved to the empty, dark beach. While it wasn’t dirty per se, it wasn’t winning any of Leonida’s prizes or magazine titles as one of the state’s best beaches. Trash littered the grounds, embedded deep in the sand, but most of it has been cleaned by volunteers.
You saluted their efforts, unlike those rich bastards. They took an interest and decided to build marinas to dock their expensive yachts and boats, along with lavish resorts and homes, thereby gentrifying the area.
They always say that Key Lento was some sort of gateway to paradise, and apparently, they wanted to push the gateway further so people like you wouldn’t be allowed entry. You had a stable job, but due to the influx of wealthy individuals and real estate investment, you were barely above water. It felt like the ground was sinking beneath your feet, with your head inches away from being swallowed.
Rent and taxes were increasing, and your job wasn’t handing out promotions any time soon. The stress was getting to you, and this led to you relieving yourself with sex and walking at night. The walks did help, but sex was the ultimate relief you needed. Just the thought of dick made your pants feel tight, your dick chubbing in your underwear.
‘Shit, right now?’ you whined. You readjusted your pants, pulling at the fabric to free some space in your underwear. Thankfully, there wasn’t anybody out, otherwise you would’ve looked like a lunatic or some drug addict. You fiddle around with your pants, but it was temporary as your dick was filling the space, pushing the limits of your underwear.
Surveying the area, there weren’t many options to choose from to relieve your little predicament. The storefronts and restaurants were closed, meaning their bathrooms were as well. Then, your eyes fell on a conspicuous building in the middle of the beach. It was a sight for sore eyes, a beige brick building with a red-tiled roof and blue doors rose from the sandy expanses. It was a public bathroom and locker room. Perfect.
You didn’t hesitate, following the paved path with haste, your feet clamoring against the concrete as the beige building grew closer. Your dick bounced and throbbed, sensing that it was going to get the relief it needed. Pushing the blue door open, you were greeted with the typical public bathroom.
It was just as you expected—the metal stall doors, wide open, lined the grey-tiled walls, with urinals on the opposite side. The sinks sat beside the metal boxes with cracked, dirty mirrors; you could see rust chewing away at the metal pipes beneath the sinks. The buzzing of the light above was harsh, but it flickered and dimmed—probably needs maintenance. It kinda gave horror movie, killer vibes. Cleaning products mixed with the usual waste choked the air, another offense to your nose.
You sighed, groaning and tilting your head back. You didn’t want to be here, masturbating in some public bathroom on the beach, but you needed the privacy. It would do until you’ve dealt with your problem and return home. You peered into the various stalls, disgust visible on your face as you wondered if adult men were responsible for the mess cause there is no way a fully grown adult would do something like this.
The last two stalls were the cleanest, not as filthy as piss-stained tiled floors or shit smeared on the toilet bowl or seating—even on the stall itself. Stepping into the stall and examining the seat, you verified it was safe before closing and locking the metal door. You pulled down your pants and whipped out your throbbing cock. The piece of meat plopping out of your underwear, bouncing up and down, precum glistened your tip as it twitched with eagerness and the freedom of being out of its clothing cage.
Sitting on the seat, you gasped softly as the cold ceramic touched your ass cheeks. Your back pressed against the tank, your legs spread open and extended to the corners of the stall, as your hand wrapped around your sensitive cock. Muttering under your breath as a blooming warmth filled your body, muscles relaxing as you let your hand do the work, giving long, circular strokes.
Your breathing hitched, choking on your spit as you tapped your fingertips against the swollen tip, spreading the tiny split to show oozing precum. Using your free hand to scroll on your phone, you opened the Sniffies site—curious to see all the hot men and dicks in your area or from the nearby metropolis of Vice City. You used the site before; the easiest way to score dick and delve into some fantasy you wanted to try.
“Fuck… thats so huge.” You whined, slowing your stroking game to view the massive dick on your screen. It was 8.5 inches long with decent thickness. Looking through the profile and pictures provided, the guy was lean and cute, twenty-three years old, and straight-curious, but sadly, he was ten miles away. You would’ve loved to slobber on his dick, show him that a man knows another man’s pleasure.
Your area was a dry wasteland, drier than the Sahara Desert. Nobody was only online, but a profile piqued your interest. Not only was he the only one online, but he was surprisingly close. Clicking on the profile, there were no pictures, but information.
31m, 6’2, 215 lbs, 9” inches, muscular, dom top (breeder), straight.
‘Straight?’ you thought. It wasn’t uncommon for straight men to go onto these types of sites, wanting to have sex with men without vocally coming out to their loved ones, even going as far as to cheat on their wives, or they want to gaslight themselves into thinking that it's not gay as long as they’re not the ones being penetrated. Straight men confuse you. It's truly mind-boggling in their reasoning.
While you were deep in your thoughts, the man was coming closer. The distance was being slashed as the other guy was interested in getting his dick sucked.
Jason groped his massive bulge, squeezing his dick through his pants as he looked at your profile. The original plan was to go home and maybe pick up a hookup along the way to have a warm pussy wrap around his massive, throbbing dick. He needed some relief after nearly botching an operation and having his ass reprimanded by his employer. There were none, though, so he moved on to plan B.
He became aware of Sniffies from one of his colleagues. It was a gay hook-up site where gay and straight, even trans, men could find one another. The reason he was told this was that he wasn’t scoring any pussy and his distant, horny mind was interfering with work. He needed his balls to be drained, to have a hot mouth or pussy milk his dick. That’s when his partner suggested the site.
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“That’s fucking gay. Why would I have another man suck me?” Jason bickered, taken aback by what was being said to him. There was no way in hell that he was going to fuck or stick his dick into another man. His dick was exclusively for pussy.
“Bro, I swear, he sucked my dick better than my girl. Plus, he gave me the feeling of anal!” the guy said, going into depth about gay sex and the sensational feeling and orgasm he experienced—the greatest bust in his life.
“Whatever, man, I’m not doing that gay shit,” Jason said, dismissing the other guy, but his dick throbbed at the thought. It's like his dick has a mind of its own; it doesn’t care if the hole or mouth belongs to a man or woman. It just wants to fuck.
“You're lost, dude.”
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Despite being against the idea of having another man suck his dick, Jason hastily created a profile, adding some information but no pictures in case someone recognized him. He had to look up some terms used, but it wasn’t long before he was browsing the map. His neurons activated when he saw the various profiles. His dick jumped at the sight of another man’s ass, blood pumping into his massive piece of flesh as he scrolled through the man’s pictures.
Without shame, Jason dipped his hand into his pants, pushing past his underwear to stroke his dick. He walked and stroked, observing several profiles on the map, squeezing his dick and licking his lips whenever he saw ass. The filtering tool was heaven-sent, removing all the tops and showing the bottoms. Then, your profile popped up. You were the closest to him, and you were online—a green marker on the top.
“Fuck… that’s a fat ass.” Jason groans, looking up from his phone to see the approximation of your location via the map. Your profile showed you were close, inside a building on the beach. It didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for: a public bathroom structure.
‘Bingo’
You heard the bathroom door swing open, the hinges squeaking and producing an ear-shattering screeching sound that echoed in the empty bathroom. You jolted up, your relaxed body tensed. You sat up straight, no longer leaning against the tank as if you were in your room. Your legs closed and sprang back from the corners.
‘Why is someone here?! Is it that guy? Has to be.’ Your cock jumped at the thought of that man being here and his nine-inch dick. It has you drooling, your body physically reacting by producing saliva in anticipation of you getting your hands and mouth wrapped around it. How would it taste? How would it feel in your hands? Is he lying about his size?
The man’s heavy footsteps echoed, his shoes clicking against the tiled floors as his shadow came into view. You turned off your phone and held your breath. The stall door next to yours swung open, creating the same screeching before slamming closed. Your gaze followed his feet, and that’s when you noticed a huge hole cut out in the metal between the stalls.
‘Oh… OH’
You stumbled upon a gloryhole. This was a turn of events. You’ve seen glory holes in porn videos, but never in real life. The idea of sucking an anonymous man’s dick through a hole in the wall made your dick pump and your hole weep. Hearing the other man’s groans as you vigorously sucked and drained his dick—imagining his face twisted with pure pleasure as he pumped loads down your throat, feeding you his thick cum.
Your breathing became shallower, your hand returning to stroking as you tried to see the other side. Then a deep, masculine voice called from the other side.
“Suck my dick,” The anonymous man said. He didn’t give you time to respond before pushing his dick and balls through the hole. He wasn’t giving you an option; he was commanding you. There was no room for opposition as his dick stood tall and proud, clearly arrogant about its length and thickness. You could sense that he was a macho man from his tone, but by goodness, did his dick look appealing.
It's like you were hypnotized by it, salivating at the mouth, and your brain short-circuited and shut down as your instincts told you to suck it. Nine inches of meat and veined thickness, throbbing from the cold bathroom air and the expectation of a warm mouth sucking it. The flustered, red cockhead was leaking pearly beads of precum. Your eyes traveled down to see his dusted, heavy, egg-shaped balls.
Your night just got better.
Hastily kneeling on the bathroom floor, giving you a further close-up of this anonymous man’s massive cock. Everything about it screamed dominance and control—demanding your submission to it. Your mind is hazy with lust and need as you start to get to work on the man’s massive cock.
You gave experimental licks, dragging your wet tongue along the skin and veins. You could hear the man biting back his breathing, but that was gonna change. You moved your mouth to his heavy, sagging balls, sucking on them with vigor and with the intent to make him vocal. You wanted to hear those groans and moans, knowing that you were giving a straight man better head than his past partners or hookups.
Your head buried between his balls, his massive cock resting on your face as you serviced him. Your tongue swirled and pulled at them; you could feel how heavy and full his sack was in your mouth. You can tell he was backed up, his hot cum waiting to spurt out of his dick, eager to be milked.
As you sucked on them, a salty taste landed on your buds—must have been sweating in his pants all day. His pheromones were overwhelming, intoxicating even as your nose pressed against the source—buried deep in his sack. The musky and manly fumes are getting into your head, clouding your mind and senses.
You continued to inhale his delicious, musky scent, your eyes rolled back, making you want to stay in this position for the rest of the night. It was like you were caged by his scent, bound to kneel and suck for eternity—something you wouldn’t mind.
You continued to massage the man’s balls with your mouth, lathering them with your saliva and flicking the sacks. Your wish was granted as the man was becoming vocal. His heavy breathing and moans bounced off the walls as the straight, macho facade dropped.
“Yeah… keep sucking… f-fuck.” Jason’s breathing faltered as he let out deep, manly moans. He held onto the metal wall, amazed by how eagerly you sucked. More moans and groans choked out as you began to multitask, stroking his dick while sucking his balls. Your hand was firmly gripping and stroking his meat, a simple stroke, but you were purposefully milking him—squeezing strings of precum out of his slit and spreading it on his sensitive tip.
Jason didn’t want to admit it, but that bastard was right. This was better than anything he’s experienced before. You were a passionate and eager slut, going for his dick’s weak points. It felt like he was about to have a mind-numbing orgasm, and this was just you worshipping his nuts and stroking.
‘What would his mouth feel—’
You pulled back and didn’t wait to breathe as you wrapped your eager, wet mouth around the man’s shaft. The taste of his bitter precum hit first before subsiding as you bobbed your head up and down. Your tongue swirled and toyed with the slit, lapping and drinking the precum that oozed before shifting to the rest of his dick. You tightened your lips around his shaft, suctioning and hollowing your cheeks for better effectiveness. You could feel every ridge and vein as you took him deeper into your throat; the remaining inches were covered by your hand.
“Oh yeah,” Jason moaned, “That’s fucking good.”
“Mmmm,” you moaned back, happily taking the compliment. You were determined to rock this straight man’s world, drain his heavy balls, and give him the best earth-shattering orgasm.
You kept bobbing your head, taking as much into your mouth before stopping, cockwarming the anonymous man’s massive dick. The heavy piece of meat throbbed and gushed as it reveled in the warm, wet oral cavern. Jason felt like his dick was melting and being cooked, leading to more vocal responses and heavy breathing.
“Wish I knew you gays were this cock hungry… would’ve done this sooner,” Jason moans, his balls tightening and churning as he teeters on the brink of his orgasm. The only thing on the older man’s mind was to cum down your throat—reward you for your service with his hot, thick cum. He conjures the image of you swallowing his seed, kneeling and looking at him with your fucked out eyes.
You grinned. You had this straight man wither before you, his moans, groans, and praises filled your ears. It gave you a sense of control and dominance over him. He was like this because of you. His massive dick was hard and throbbing because of your mouth sucking the soul out of him. You were gonna have this man standing on his forefeet, toes clenching as his heavy sack was gonna be drained of his seed.
What an amazing feeling.
The feeling made your cock throb and ache. You wrapped your free hand around it and mimicked the way you were sucking. Long and deep strokes, spreading and lathering your cock with precum until it glistened in the fluorescent light. You shifted your knees to alleviate the stiffness, pulling back with a wet pop. You took deep breaths, your eyes half-lidded as you stared at the massive shaft—coated with precum and saliva, throbbing as it missed the warmth of your mouth wrapped around it.
You could hear he was disgruntled, asking with bated breaths about why you stopped and to wrap your mouth around his shaft again. You weren’t going to do that, instead opting to squeeze the flustered, swollen cockhead while mouthing and kissing the rest of his massive shaft.
“F-fuck… you love this dick, don’t you?” Jason moans. A deep, masculine laugh followed. Jason is aware of how magnificent and breathtaking his dick is. He was the whole package, physically wise: muscular, tall, and sporting a nine-inch dick—won the genetic lottery. He basked in the attention and admiration, purposefully going shirtless whenever he worked out, letting women ogle him, even men.
He didn’t mind men leering at him; he just didn’t wanna fuck them, until now.
“I do,” you replied, panting as you eagerly and desperately lick his dick before taking the shaft into your mouth. You moaned at the flavor and the heavy weight touching your tongue again. The vigor returned as you gulped and choked on every inch of the man’s shaft.
“Not gonna last much longer… be a good cocksucker… and take my seed—fuuuuuckkkk!” Jason roared out. He slammed his hips into the metal wall, pushing his dick further into your mouth as he stood on his toes. His body shook from the force, his backed-up balls unleashing weeks' worth of cum.
You could feel his dick expanding in your mouth, see his balls throbbing and tightening as he was pushed to the edge. The first shots of cum hit the back of your throat. You tried to swallow as much as you could, but your lungs were burning. You choked and pulled back, gasping for air, which soothed the burning sensation in your chest.
But the man’s dick didn’t stop cumming as his thick seed painted your face—shooting ropes of cum all over your face. After taking a couple of seconds to breathe and to reposition, you promptly took his dick back into your mouth. The flavor of his cum rammed into your taste buds as you could hear the man’s guttural moans echoing in the small space.
Even after Jason deposited his load, he was shocked to feel you continuing to bob your head. He stuttered out a weak moan, almost falling back as you squeezed his dick and balls, intending to drain the last few drops; you were sucking on it like a straw in a cold glass drink.
For three minutes, you sucked on his massive cock before pulling back, satisfied having drained a massive one. Jason’s dick lay flaccid, which still looked big despite being deflated. It was sad to see it pulled back from the hole. You could hear the rustling of clothing and hastened retreat. The stall door squeaked open with the familiar sound of shoes clicking against the tiled floor, growing farther.
“Thanks, man.”
That was the only thing the anonymous man said before leaving the bathroom. You were left in the bathroom stall, disheveled and sweaty, with your hand and the floor coated in ropes of cum. You weakly pushed yourself up, your knees flustered and ached as your skin dug into the rough tiled floor.
“Nasty, can’t believe I actually did this,” you mumbled, sitting on the toilet seat and yanking the cheap toilet paper from the holder. It was a fantasy to suck or fuck another man in public—in a discreet area, but it has the same adrenaline and risk that made your cock throb. Maybe you would’ve picked a more desirable location than a dirty bathroom on the beach, but you got to suck a massive dick.
That dick definitely and righteously earned its place as number one. The length and thickness, how it felt heavy and filled your mouth, and the flavor—you could keep sucking on it all day for the next fifty years.
But disappointingly, he was straight and most likely a one-time hookup. You should’ve expected something like this. You wiped off any remaining cum with the cheap toilet paper provided before leaving the stall to wash your hands. The room was quiet, other than the rushing sound of water going down the drain and your soft breathing.
Leaving the bathroom, you began your journey home. When you turned on your phone, the Sniffies website opened and loaded, showing you a new notification in your inbox.
“Name's Jason. Gonna need my dick sucked from now on.” The message reads, and below it was another picture of that massive dick.
Jason made you his official cocksucker.
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It became a weekly, more like a daily occurrence.
Same bathroom and stalls, at the same time, but recently, morning and afternoon times were added. Jason was sticking his thick, massive cock through the hole, and you were quick to get your knees and worship that massive thing. Your warm mouth wrapped around it, eagerly sucking and choking as you wanted Jason to feed you his thick, creamy seed. You wanted to hear him let out those deep, manly groans as he unloads inside your mouth.
Never in a million years would Jason consider fucking another man, let alone getting his dick sucked. But after his encounter with you and how you sucked and gulped every drop of his cum down your gullet, he wanted more. Best blowjobs he’s ever received, his heavy balls being drained every day by an eager cocksucker. Your service also helped him with performance during an operation, earning praise and a bigger cut from his employer.
He was satisfied, but Jason wanted more. His dick and mind yearned for the feeling of another man’s tight ass wrapped around it. This need was further exacerbated by an extreme and fierce intake of gay porn and his partner babbling about how ass is better than pussy. You’re the best throat he’s had in years, and if your mouth is that good, he could only imagine what your ass feels like.
Your legs and cheeks spread open, your tiny rosebud eagerly waiting to be spilt. It wouldn’t be difficult to mount and fuck you into the ground. His dick leaked as he visualized the feeling and appearance of your tight anal walls clenching around his massive dick, pulling it deeper as he aggressively jackhammered your ass. He wasn’t going to stop until you were fucked dumb by his dick, nothing in your head, just moans and pleas for him to continue.
He was going to make this happen.
“Wanna fuck that ass.”
It was a simple, clear message, but it had you walking fast, quickening your pace as you didn’t hesitate to fulfill your own and his desire. Ever since you saw Jason’s dick through the gloryhole on that day, you wanted to feel it split your ass open and fuck you into oblivion. The length pushing into your tight, warm ass—deep thrusts as he rearranged your guts. The thickness spreading your anal walls, you could feel every vein and ridge grinding against your nerves, and his heavy balls slapping and mushing against yours. Despite being drained daily, they were still pumping huge loads—painting and filling your mouth with the thick goodness.
You could feel your hole aching and itching for Jason’s massive cock. The inside is burning and leaking for more, desperate to feel everything. The dildo you used beforehand might have been the reason for the aching sensation, and now, with the promise of being rammed by Jason, it demanded the real thing—rejecting the fake, silicon toy for the real deal.
You had been waiting for this moment. You didn’t want to bring it up in case it scared Jason away, and you’d lose access to easy dick and cum. At least, deep down, you had a hunch he’d come around eventually; they always do.
It was early in the morning, the sun having risen hours ago. You could see the once-closed businesses opening their doors and preparing for the day. There was a delicious, mouthwatering smell that mingled with the salty ozone aroma, the scent of food vendors, and the aroma of restaurants cooking their meals. There weren’t many people out, just scattered clusters along the sidewalk—no one on the beach.
Once you arrive at the bathroom, you do what you’ve been doing for the past couple of weeks: you wait for the accustomed sound. As you waited, a pit formed in your stomach. Your heart beat, and your breathing quickened, adrenaline rushing as an internal conflict took place. What if he chickens out, leaving you embarrassed and your time wasted? What if the wrong guy comes? Can you take it?
The big moment came when the door echoed the familiar squeaking and screeching. Footfalls clicked against the tiled floor, growing closer with each long stride. Then your stall closed and locked. You looked up, and your eyes were blessed with the sight of the sexiest man alive.
He had a polished yet rugged appearance—maturity that you liked. Light stubble dusted his chin and defined jawline, snaking beneath his nose. The rest of his features were covered. The wayfarer-style sunglasses blocked his eyes, but you could feel them boring into your being, predatory and hungry for what's coming next. He sported a backwards cap with strands of hair peaking out and sticking to his forehead.
That’s when you noticed he was sweating. Your gaze shifted to the rest of his body, taking in the eye candy that Jason was. His light-skinned complexion glistened with sweat, the fluid coating every nook and cranny. You made an educated guess about what he worked out before coming here. You zeroed in on his thick pectoral slabs; chest hair peeked from underneath his white tank top. You could make out the shape of his nipples—they were solid and pointy.
His tank top stuck to him like a second skin, giving you a full viewing pleasure of his ripped, sculpted body. His abs are etched deep and defined with bulging biceps and thighs as thick as trees. Everything about Jason was making you salivate and unimaginably horny—the itching was getting worse.
“Like what you see?” Jason teased, smirking as he peeled his sweaty tank top, revealing his chest hair matted with sweat. Your gaze followed the trail of hair, starting from his pectorals down the valley of his sculpted, defined abs. Your dick jumped when Jason peeled off his shorts, the belt clicking and clanking as he discarded it—tossing the garment to the side. His massive dick hangs between his thick, tree trunk thighs.
“Come on, don’t keep me waiting.” Jason grins, raising his muscular arm over his head, exposing his furry patch. Words stuck in your throat as Jason starts tugging his dick, the massive shaft growing in his hand.
You quickly stripped off your clothing, pulling and yanking at the fabric. Your heart was thumping, giddy with the anticipation of feeling Jason’s muscular body pressing against yours. The dream you’ve been having for weeks was coming true. You painted vivid images of Jason’s body, and he fit the description. You imagined running your hands over his shredded form, fingertips gliding over his coarse, scruffy hair, and feeling his warm, solid body molding against you.
Once your clothing was discarded, Jason paused his tugging and reached out to pull you closer. You let out a “oof” as you were pressed against the man’s solid, sweaty body. You could feel his dick throbbing against your thigh, pulsing from the contact of your relatively cold skin.
What caught your attention was Jason’s masculine funk. The man still had his arm over his head, letting his funk fill the air around you. It was making your head dizzy, causing it to swirl around in circles. Your breathing deepened as the heady scent filled your nose. Your body moved on its own, and without pause, you went in for that funk—burying your head and inhaling the sublime, heady mix of sweat and pheromones.
“Fuuucckk.” Jason exhaled, chuckling as he watched you worship his pit. You were something else. Hell, maybe he’s bisexual. He’s never experienced such depravity and eagerness.
You weren’t in control of your body as your primal instincts took over. You didn’t just sniff, you ran your tongue over the furry patch, licking and probing while your other hand kneaded Jason’s pecs. You began to thrust your hips, grinding your aching dick against Jason’s thick thighs—with him moving in rhythm.
“T-that’s it… keep g-going,” Jason stutters, letting out breathy and throaty moans. His free hand moves down to grope your ass, marveling at how it fills and spills through his fingers. Men have fat asses, too? Just feeling your ass in his palm was making his dick ooze precum—smearing against your thigh as he followed your eager rhythm. Your bodies moved in unison.
You licked slowly down his armpit, gliding your tongue to his hairy pecs as you wanted to feel every crevice of Jason’s body. Your dick throbbed from feeling Jason’s rough hands squeezing your ass—smearing fluids on his thigh. Soft moans escaped your lips, muffled by sucking and biting on his nipples. Jason tilts his head back, and another moan pulls from his lips. As much as he was enjoying this, he needed to be inside you.
“That’s enough. Now, how about you get my dick wet? I want to feel this tight ass.” Jason said, slapping your ass cheek, the skin rippling from the impact of his palm—the sound echoing off the tiled walls.
You didn’t hesitate, licking your way down his body, past his navel, following the happy trail to your happy meal. Kneeling before Jason’s ripped, dominant body, his dick came into your view, erect and standing proud, beads of sticky precum oozing, and his heavy, furry balls dangling. You took the massive thing into your mouth, lips tightening around it as it glided back and forth—holding and ramming your tonsils over and over.
Jason groans in ecstasy as he hears you slobbering and choking on his dick. Your wet mouth coating his thing with copious amounts of saliva, lathering and preparing it for penetration. He moved his hands to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair—guiding and holding you in place. Your mouth was enough to make him cum, but he held back. If it were any other time, he would’ve fed you his load, but not now.
“Bend over.” Jason grunts, gripping your hair and pulling you off his dick.
You took deep breaths, eyes locked on Jason’s massive, glistening shaft—admiring the sight. Every ridge was generously lathered, the cockhead flustered and pulsing. You overworked your glands to produce enough saliva for preparation; you should’ve brought lube. When Jason spoke again, you scrambled off the floor and gripped the toilet’s tank—presenting your ass to the man who’s gonna fuck you as if you were a virgin.
“Mmm, this is what I like to see.” Jason groans, his hand making contact with your ass, delivering another slap that rocks your body. He marvels at your ass before lathering one and then two fingers.
You gasped as you felt Jason’s thick fingers teasing your hole, rimming the tight ring of muscles with his tips. Your hands hardened their grip on the ceramic tank, holding onto the porcelain for stabilization as Jason worked his fingers—stretching and scissoring your hole. You could feel them pressing around your inner walls, bumping and poking the flesh. It felt so good, your ass clenching around the invading fingers at the thought of Jason’s dick replacing them.
“So fucking tight,” Jason growls. He could hear your whines and moans growing louder as his fingers touched and rammed into a certain area. That must have been the elusive sweet spot inside of men. He could see your legs wobbling and your dick flopping between your legs—thick strings of precum gushing out as your dick was painfully throbbing and flustered.
Then Jason pulled his fingers out, deeming you prepared for the main event. He watched your entrance pulsing and clenching around nothing, searching for something to fill it and eagerly drag it in. Your hole went from stretched and gaping to small and tight—incredible. He needed to be inside you immediately.
You let out a disappointed whine, but that was quickly shut down when you felt a thick, blunt head pressing against your tight sphincter. Jason gripped his massive cock with one fist, positioning and pushing the helmet through your entrance. There was some resistance before his massive shaft pierced the tight ring, his cockhead stretching your hole as a flash of pain consumed you.
“Oh, f-fuck… y-you’re so huge.” You cried, your fingers digging into the ceramic tank. If it were a cheap toilet, the damn thing would’ve shattered from the force you were applying. You stood on your forefeet, your legs and body shivering as Jason continued to push his massive cock until he was balls deep—his heavy sack mashing against yours.
The oxygen was knocked out of you, and drool dribbled out of your mouth as you choked on your saliva. Your chest heaved rapidly as you tried to calm down and relax. Your mind was racing, but the immense sexual pleasure clouded you. This man was making you feel like a virgin again.
Your asshole is being split open beyond belief, the burning sensation from the massive shaft grinding against your inner, pink walls. You could feel Jason’s dick breaching depths you didn’t know were possible.
“Shhiitt. Fucking tight. Feels like I’m about to cum.” Jason said, letting out a bellowing groan. His rough, meaty hands moved to your hips, gripping them with an iron hold. Jason withheld from thrusting, biting back so he doesn’t cum, but you were making that impossible. Your ass was massaging and tightening around him, pulling him deeper.
The pause was grueling. It felt tight, figuratively and literally. The tight, closed space of the stall was becoming unbearable. There was no sound besides labored breathing and soft moans. The pause ended when Jason pulled out, leaving the cockhead before plummeting back into your ass. The once quiet room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping and moans.
Your eyes rolled back into your head from each forceful thrust—your dick flopping back and forth, slapping against Jason’s balls. Jason tilted his head back, groaning as this was the best sex he’s had in years. Your ass happily accepts his massive dick, seemingly learning the shape and size instantly.
“You like this dick inside this hot cunt?” Jason groans, slapping your ass with each thrust of his hips
“Y-yes! Feels so good.” You exclaimed, breathless with each thrust. Your dick is on the verge of shooting its load.
Then the bathroom’s entrance screeched open, the sound reverberating off the walls. Before you could react, Jason pulled you against his body—his sweaty, matted hair grinding against your back. He stilled his thrust and clasped his meaty hand on your mouth, ensuring total silence. You both listened to the clicking of sandals against the floors, followed by the familiar sound of piss streaming and hitting the urinal.
Jason didn’t care, though. This random stranger wasn’t going to prevent him from fucking your tight ass. He discreetly fucks you with short but deep thrusts. Your eyes widen before becoming half-lidded when you feel his free hand stroking your dick—each stroke mimicking his thrusts as he was determined to fuck your brains out.
He didn’t care that another man was a couple of feet away from them.
“Shhh. As much as I wanna hear those moans, I don’t wanna get caught—unless you want that.” Jason purrs into your ear, his voice low and deep. He never thought he’d be into exhibitionism, but the adrenaline was making his dick painfully throbbing inside your ass, signaling his impending orgasm.
“You want that?” Jason growls, disregarding the other man as he delivers a series of deep thrusts. Wet squelching and skin slapping grow louder—surely alerting the newcomer. Your moans were muffled by Jason’s hand, but you didn’t care, not with his other hand stroking your dick, tugging and squeezing the thing as he fully intended to make you cum.
Meanwhile, the other man was cleaning off his cockhead after relieving himself in the urinal. He bobbed his head side to side, jamming out to the music playing from his headphones. He was unaware of the debauchery happening a couple of feet away. That’s when he heard muffled groans and gruffing coming from the last stall. He shrugged it off as someone taking a dump—brave since it was a public bathroom; if it were him, he’d hold it in till he got home.
The groaning got louder, slicing through the stream of water from the faucet—even his headphones. Wow, that guy must be fighting demons. Probably constipation. Then he heard banging against the metal sheets, fists colliding in rhythm, and the signature groan ranging. It was getting kind of awkward. The poor guy was probably embarrassed about letting it rip.
“Good luck, dude,” the guy said, drying his hands and exiting the bathroom to continue his morning jog across the beach. He remained blissfully unaware that two men were having sex in the stall—the groaning and banging were products of their coupling.
“Finally, he’s gone… not gonna last much longer. Gonna breed this tight cunt.” Jason growls, removing his hand from your mouth. His thrusts became sloppy, but he continued to jackhammer your quivering hole. He’s since removed his hand from your dick, transferring it to your hips.
“P-please, shoot your load inside me!” you begged, tilting your head back to rest on Jason’s shoulders—arching your back to let him go deeper. Your prostate was constantly being rammed into, the cockhead hitting the bundle of nerves—setting your body ablaze as the message of pleasure travelled through you. You let your moans pour out of your mouth, no longer shackled by shame and Jason’s hand.
Jason didn’t get to respond when you overshadowed him with your bellowing moans. Your flopping dick burst, spraying cum all over the ground and toilet. Your thick seed flying up and down as you came hands-free. The orgasm left you exhausted, panting, and heaving as it felt like your soul was taken by the reaper. Jason held you close to him, pressing your sweaty bodies against each other.
“Oh fuck, I’m about to bust! Open that tight cunt.” Jason commanded as his dick was being suffocated. Your orgasm caused you to tighten around him, squeezing and milking him.
“Y-yes! B-breed…” you replied, completely out of it, but still hungry for Jason and his thick seed.
“Yeah, here it comes—yeah—yeah—fuuucckk,” Jason growls and groans, his body convulsing. He gave a few more thrusts, his heavy balls throbbing against yours as his big dick erupted in your ass. You could feel his dick throbbing before thick ropes of cum spewed from the slit, flooding your deepest recesses until his balls were drained.
You both were drained and exhausted. The smell of sex and semen choked the air. You both were panting, taking gulps of air. Jason kept his dick lodged deep inside you, preventing his seed from gushing out of your fucked hole. This was the best experience you both had. Jason is certain he can never go back; the damage was done, and he’ll gladly take it.
“Round 2? At my place?”
The End
Author’s note: Hello, my strawberries! I hope y’all enjoyed this fic! This is probably the fastest I’ve completed one. I feel like I really captured Jason. God, I need that man. There is certainly more content for him. Mark Grayson may be next.
Special thanks to my proofreader: @sagethegaywitch
Goro x scoutmaster male reader. Had this thought for awhile and yeah. Basically watching him jerk off in the woods before being pushed into a mating press. As always, this is 18+ and you shouldn’t continue if you’re a minor!
Now, you didn’t mean too or plan to watch Sir Goro jerk off in the woods. You grew worried over the older man taking too long and volunteered to check on him. Everyone else was enjoying the time by the lake — doing the usual things that would make camp fun.
Walking in the same direction, you found Goro — leaning against a tree while stroking his massive cock, biting his bottom as he fucked his fist while tweaking his nipples until they were erected. You immediately ducked behind a nearby tree but continued to watch.
You were captivated by the sight.
The older man’s body glistening with droplets of water, the fluids dripping and coating every inch and crevice of his muscular body. You were more taken aback by the massive cock… it looked so thick, juicy, and heavy with a fat cockhead and large, cum-filled nuts as additions.
You could hear the familiar sound of his nuts slapping against his hand. The loud fapping sound had you imagining that you were the one stroking him. Feeling that heavy piece of meat in your palms, stroking and teasing it as his balls slapping against your hand.
Imagining Goro fucking your hand like a horny animal.
It was starting to grow tight in your swimming trunks. Pulling the your trunks down and grabbing a hold of your throbbing cock; you began stroking in sync with Goro. You peaked from behind to the tree, it was like those gay porn videos you watched on the internet — a voyeur watching a man jerking before joining or being fucked by said man.
Every part of your body was becoming needy. Everywhere felt hot — your cock throbbing and leaking precum from the tiny slit while your asshole was aching to be rammed into by the massive pole. Your breathing was becoming heavy as your mind was clouded with lust that you didn’t even notice Goro moving.
That’s how you ended up in your current predicament — body folded in half with Goro in between your legs.
This neck of the woods was filled with loud moans and groans with wet skin-slapping. Goro was balls deep inside you, his cock reaching places you thought could never be reached. Your poor ass was split opened and stretched beyond recognition.
“Naughty boy. If I had known you were like this, wouldn’t have to fuck my hand.” Goro grunted as he rocked his hips back and forth. A harmonic symphony of his heavy balls slamming against your ass and wet squelching mixed perfectly. He peers down to see your face completely fucked out, enjoying his cock like a bitch in heat.
The older man didn’t take you to be a voyeur but he’s not complaining. A nice warm hole to fuck and unload his cum into.
Pairings: Mark Grayson x male reader, Maskless Mark x male reader, Mohawk Mark x male reader, Sinister Mark x male reader, and Viltrum Mark x male reader
⚠️CW⚠️: mention of cannibalism, some political commentary, possible internalized homophobia, and badly written fight scene
Requested: Yes
Word count: 7.6k
Summary: you thought you were safe from the ravages of the war. On the other half, each variant reminisce about their history with you; all of them making the same deal.
[Multiverse Anomaly Masterlist] [Part 1] [you are here] [part 3]
Read before continuing: if you are younger than 18 or any of the warnings make you uncomfortable, this is your chance to turn around and leave. If there are no problems, you may continue.
The Invincible War begins.
“Go! Destroy everything in your path! Make them see Invincible! Make them fear Invincible! Make them HATE INVINCIBLE!”
Above Washington, D.C., little green ripples in the sky opened, followed by several variants flying through with small robotic cameras trailing them—broadcasting their actions to Angstrom. Their faces etched with determination, their eyes behind the goggles (except Maskless) held no remorse – or a sense of humanity – for what was about to transpire around the world. They want what was promised to them, and causing havoc is a plus.
As the variants descended, each flew off to its target. One flew to Chicago, another went to Hong Kong, Paris, and New York City. The other variants spread in different directions; some didn’t take long as one started wreaking havoc on Washington, D.C., and the surrounding suburbs.
You were awakened by your room shaking violently. Your eyes snapped open as you observed the dark room. There was nothing. Then it started shaking again. “What the fuck–” you mumbled, disoriented and confused. Your ears were then assaulted by the piercing screech of fighter jets soaring overhead, the force of which caused some items to fall to the ground. It was silent before the quietness was slashed by helicopters overhead and the distant sounds of emergency services. Then there was a loud explosion.
“Shit,” you began searching for your phone, throwing pillows and blankets around. Panic began flooding your mind as your body was moving on its own—then there was another explosion followed by another. Something was happening; you needed to call Mark, see what was going on.
After a minute, you felt the familiar metal frame and the rectangular glass in your hands. Grabbing the small device and turning it on, you realized you’d slept longer than anticipated—7:20 pm—then, in the notification tab, there were messages from Mark and a couple more from your friends and family. Your eyes scanned through the messages; all of them were frantic or cryptic.
Today at 6:02 PM
Marky
Baby: Stay inside and hide. Don’t go out.
Today at 6:58 PM
Willie
Are you seeing this?! Are you sleeping?
Today at 6:50 PM
Mom
Sweetie, are you okay? Please answer or call.
After reading the messages, you replied to Mark’s question about what’s going on, but he didn’t respond, which was unusual, since that man was glued to his phone like it was an extra limb. You texted William back and got a response this time.
Today at 7:22 PM
You: What’s happening? Mark texted me and didn’t say anything more
Willie: What do you think? Several cities are being attacked!
Willie: Were you sleeping the whole time?
You: Yeah, I just woke up, and this is what I’m greeted with?
You: Are these attacks any different? Did those flaxan things decide to attack multiple places?
You: Pretty stupid.
Willie: Agreed, but it's different this time! Multiple Invincibles!
That single message caught you off guard, multiple Invincibles? That sounds impossible. Following Williams previous message, you searched for a random news site. Your fingers are typing away, the letters clicking from each touch before you press enter. When the search results loaded, you began skimming the news reports in the last couple of hours. You didn’t care that your sensitive, sleepy eyes were burning from the bright screen, retina scarring be damn.
“What the..?” You said under your breath as multiple news sources — the NY Times, CNN, CBS, NBC, BBC, Reuters, NPR, AP news, etc. — were reporting the same thing: multiple cities around the world are being attacked by superhuman individuals.
Invincible was the name that kept popping up. Hong Kong, Paris, New York City, Sydney, Seoul, Tokyo, London, Beijing, Moscow, and other major cities were being decimated. The death toll is unknown, but it's estimated to be in the hundreds of thousands to millions. The list of cities continued until you laid your eyes on one: Chicago is under attack.
‘Maybe they won’t attack the suburbs…?’
You were still confused and panicking about how this was happening. Mark would never do this; you know everything about him, down to his core personality. You tried to rationalize, scratching the back of your head and massaging your cranium.
Did the GDA somehow clone Mark, and did it backfire horribly? Are they from different universes? How did they get here? You decided to see what was being reported, clicked the first link, and watched the page load. A small video screen popped up in the bottom right corner of the page, a special broadcast.
“Multiple superhumans all resembling Invincible are wreaking havoc in cities around the world, overwhelming local and government forces… There are multiple individuals involved… government officials and law enforcement are urging the populace to stay inside and hide; martial law is soon to follow.”
The broadcast continued in the background as you closed out of the video. The room was quiet except for the sound of distant law enforcement and emergency services sirens, the occasional explosions, and your soft breathing through your nostrils. You continued scrolling, reading the various headlines and articles — so much happened in just an hour.
“Martial law has been declared… National Guard mobilized to begin preparations for civilian evacuations to safe zones.”
“Guardians of the Globe missing—where are Earth’s mightiest heroes?”
“Acting President XXX addresses the nation during the midst of this unprecedented crisis.”
“The President, Vice President, and Cabinet are confirmed dead: Speaker of the House assumes the role of the presidency and will give an address to a panicked nation.”
“The great fire of London is happening again as the majority of the city is burning. The status of the Royal family is unknown.”
“Australian government ordering evacuations into the outback for unaffected cities on the west coast.”
“Several heads of state have been confirmed dead, and nations are falling into anarchy.”
The list of headlines continued before you closed the browser.
It felt surreal to see your boyfriend on the news—in this type of light. The media would almost always—except for a few—praise the young hero for saving the day, broadcasting his bright moments for everyone. Now, news and social media were exploding with a flurry of clips from the affected cities. You were so used to seeing Mark’s heroic actions: that smile on his face before flying off.
But now, you’ve seen clips of some of these variants… it felt weird and unsettling to see these monsters bearing Mark’s face. All of them looked the same except for slight differences in their expressions, suits, bodies—one looked like a burned victim—and attitudes. They all look so similar, but broken or just deranged, as if they were just born like that. What happened in their lives to make them like this?
One variant wore flaxan armor; another wore the same suit as Omni-Man, even mimicking him. Two wore Viltrumite clothing, while another had the Viltrum Empire insignia on his shoulder. You began to doze off…
“My parents… I have to call them!” You suddenly remembered seeing that the city your parents were visiting was on the list of major cities affected. In contacts, you attempted to call them. The phone ringing went on for a couple of seconds before you were greeted with:
— The person you are trying to call is currently unavailable. Please leave a message or stay on call. —
You tried repeatedly, but nothing could be reaped. You did the same with William, Mark, and Amber — same results. The network must be overwhelmed with calls to loved ones or emergency services. You chose to leave messages for everyone, asking if they’re still alive. Tears pricked your eyes as you watched the messages go out.
Hopefully, Mark is still alive out there.
Day two of the Invincible War.
It was the next day, and you didn’t get a wink of sleep, mainly from the fear of being killed in your sleep. But it seemed the events beyond your home had ceased; you couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing. You periodically peeked outside, peeking through the blinds to see what your neighbors were doing — most seemed to follow the stay-at-home order until the crisis was over.
You stayed informed on the situation via social media and news sites. Good news came in when remnants of government forces and heroes reported that some of the invincible variants were killed, but there were still more, continuing their mindless path of destruction.
While it was good, your mood dropped when the footage showed Upstate University leveled—Oh, William… Rick. You could only imagine that if you had stayed a couple more hours on campus, you would’ve been one of the casualties.
Scrolling through Twitter, you came across videos from people in the hot zones. From a distance, the video recording showed one of the variants slicing through the center of Moscow, destroying the Kremlin and surrounding structures as if it were nothing.
More clips started to trend from Paris, New York City, Sydney, Tokyo, and Hong Kong—showing the magnitude of destruction and death; you even saw clips of people wandering the streets, videoing the countless dead bodies littering the streets. Blood and guts splattered the concrete and walls.
‘Maybe that’s enough for today,’ but you quickly turned on that. You didn’t want to drop your phone as you continued to doomscroll.
#invincible was trending again on all social media platforms. Usually, the tag was filled to the brim with clips of him, edits, praise from people and the news, and the occasional post about how reckless and dangerous he is. You've seen people lusting after and fangirling over him; there's even fanfiction. Mark would gush whenever he saw a new video, presenting the masterpiece to you with a massive grin.
But now, the mood shifted to suspicion and blind hatred. Instead of the lighthearted videos and art about Invincible, there were clips showing destruction and people blaming the once-beloved hero. Rumors were running rampant, conspiracy theories, and suspicion about Invincible. The more you looked, the more irritated you became.
People were spreading blatant lies and rumors, questioning whether he is evil because of his alternate counterparts, wondering when he’ll snap and go on a rampage. It seemed like everyone was turning against him. They’re blaming him for something that’s not his fault!
Few people were defending him, but they were quickly drilled into the ground by countless hate comments. Even the media began spinning their own stories, fueling the already volatile situation. Then someone commented that Invincible might as well be just like his dad. That broke you. You know how Mark feels about Nolan, and you know that Mark would collapse into deep insecurity and fear. This was worse than the aftermath of his fight with Nolan.
After the Chicago Incident and his hospital recovery, you were the first person he flew to see. You remembered hearing a knock at your window, already knowing it was Mark; you flew off the bed and let him in. What followed next was you consoling him, telling him that it wasn’t his fault for what happened in Chicago or what his father did.
Mark told you that the media were hounding him, demanding answers and justice. It was a PR nightmare. They were associating him with being a mass murderer just like his father, saying that he’ll end up just like him. All credibility was washed away.
It pained you to see Mark like this.
The GDA was in full casualty cover-up, attempting to clear Invincible/Mark’s name and reputation. They informed Mark that he is gonna attend a press conference, reassuring the public that he is nothing like his dad and that he’ll continue working in their best interests. After the conference, things settled down, but you witnessed Mark drown himself, desperate to prove his humanity.
He said that he’d needed to train, and you wanted to believe that because Mark was the type to push himself to the limits, but after Nolan, he had to prove himself. The superhero would still visit you to talk about life and tell what’s been happening. During those visits, you noticed he looked stronger—from the rigorous training on and off-world—but you could see the faint scars and injuries.
Sometimes, he wouldn’t go to Cecil to receive medical attention; he’d come back to the dorm with horrific burns and wounds that made you gag. Thankfully, William was able to patch him. You weren’t capable of treating such deep wounds and gashes, only minor cuts and injuries.
You voiced your concerns, hoping to knock some sense into the man and bring him back to Earth. He didn’t respond to your notions, only giving you a look that you had never seen before. Surprisingly, he did slow down on training, but later told you he had to drop out. Then that night at the party…
Your thoughts were interrupted by harsh banging and a loud, militaristic voice yelling.
“This is the National Guard! If anybody is in there, please come out so you can be escorted to a safe zone!”
Creeping towards the main window, you peeked through the blinds to see your neighbors being evacuated. There were several military vehicles, and people were being loaded onto the backs. Armed guards guide families, telling them to remain calm and move in an orderly fashion. People who attempted to bring personal belongings had their stuff tossed aside, most likely to make more room. There were harsher bangings; it's like they were trying to punch through your door.
“This one’s empty.” You slowly backed away from the window, tiptoeing to look through the peephole. The soldiers left and continued to other houses. You could make out several vehicles leaving the area, the rumbling fading as the silence returned.
You considered leaving, and going to a safe zone would have been a good idea, but Mark—wherever he was— told you to stay put. Another con is that if one of those variants discovers the zone, you’re as good as dead. You would be one of the many casualties as your body lay underneath a pile of other dead civilians.
‘Staying home, hiding in the closet.’
Message sent to baby
Surely those alternate variants won’t come here. You should be safe.
….
Location: Paris, France.
“The benefits of having a boyfriend who can fly,” you said, a giddy smile on your face as Mark slowly floats down, his grip tightened as he didn’t want to let go. You gushed and babbled about wanting to travel the world someday, writing a list of places, landmarks to see, and things to do. Mark would sit and listen to everything, all the noises muffled and muted as he was solely focused on you. He could sit for hours on end to listen to your voice, the enthusiasm, and optimism.
He wished he could give you that, and his prayer was answered.
After his powers kicked in, Mark felt immense excitement. Eagerly waiting for years for them to emerge after his father told him he would have powers someday. Not only can he be just like his dad, but he can also give you what you wanted: to travel the world and so much more. He didn’t wait to inform you.
Your studying was interrupted by a flurry of messages from Mark, your phone ringing excessively on the desk as you halted your session to read them. You congratulated the Viltrumite on the call, and Mark began telling you everything he had planned. He promised that he’ll take you to the places you dreamed of.
Nolan was vehemently against this proposition, though.
“Mark, your boyfriend is a human, you’re a Viltrumite. Your powers are still unstable; proper training can fix that. Unless you want to accidentally drop him over the Atlantic if you get that far, or crush him.” Nolan said, his arms crossed and gaze firm as he looked at Mark.
There was no sensible counterargument; he did have a point. What if he accidentally crushed you with his newfound strength, or hurt you in ways that couldn’t be imagined?
Mark wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you died. So he conceded and agreed to train.
“I understand.”
“Don’t worry, son. You’ll be able to indulge with your boyfriend in time, but you have new duties and training, which begins tomorrow.” Nolan gave reassurance, going over what’s gonna happen next in the coming weeks. While he was ecstatic, it meant he’d have to cut back hours with you and school. You told Mark not to worry, but at least message or call.
Mark had spent months training under his father’s wing, honing his full Viltrumite potential while also fighting some of Earth’s toughest villains. Maybe he got his ass beat, tons of times, but the wounds healed. The Viltrumite kept his promise, calling you every day and carving out time for you, and that’s how he ended up here.
Standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower, looking over the streets of Paris. The gleaming city, as you could make out some landmarks. Mark was focused on the beauty before him, his arm snaking around your waist. His hand gripped your hips as he pulled you closer to him. This is perfect. Everything is perfect.
“How about I take you to that restaurant you’ve been wanting to go to?” Mark offered. He knows the one you’ve been raving about, listing out what you wanted to eat and drink.
“You got money?” you replied, eyebrows raised as you turned to Mark. The last time you remember him being unemployed, unless the GDA is paying him the big bucks. Mark looked offended but laughed it off.
“I do! The GDA is paying a huge sum, which they should.” Mark clapped back. You smiled and laughed, returning to the sight. There was silence; only the wind and the distant sound of vehicles could be heard.
“I hope things stay like this forever.”
“As long as I’m here, it will…
it will…
it will…
it will…
it will…—-”
It won’t…
Those words kept repeating as reality began to set in. Paris, the city of love and light, lay in ruins. The uniform, cream-colored limestone buildings are crumbling or on fire, and the grand boulevards that facilitated traffic and people were covered with bodies, debris, and vehicles. The Eiffel Tower was barely hanging on by a thread, and iconic buildings were erased from existence, the city's light flickering—reminiscent of a dying man giving his last breaths.
Fresh bakeries, coffee, and city waste were choked out by smoke and ash. Mark could hear the distant cries of people and the wail of emergency sirens. Yet, the Viltrumite felt unfazed. Blood coated his suit and face, the look on the Parisians' faces before they were crushed… the smell of iron and copper flooded his senses. The same city where he took you out was gone.
‘Would Y/n have wanted this?’ No, of course not. You would have never approved of any of this. But Mark couldn’t help himself. Maybe there was a better way of dealing with your death instead of going on a rampage. Maybe he should’ve asked for help instead of restraining his emotions and letting grief have a chokehold.
But he couldn’t find it within himself to move on.
‘I was too late…’ Despite your death having happened two years ago, it was still fresh in Mark’s mind. Father took you from him. He said you were an obstacle, the epitome of his selfish desires when he should have had none except to serve the interests of Viltrum. He couldn’t do anything if he killed Nolan because the empire would come and kill him, then subjugate this world.
So, Mark pretended. He conquered Earth with his father, crushing any resistance and governments in days. He felt nothing as he murdered thousands and suppressed opposition to Viltrumite rule. He was a hollow vessel, nothing behind those eyes. An empty man. Mark ditched the mask, as there was no point in protecting his identity. He wasn’t a hero anymore.
Sometimes, whenever the anger was too much, he’d find the nearest unlucky soul and brutally kill them, or was extra aggressive on a mission to conquer another planet. He wished he had been given a second chance… a second opportunity. That’s when he came along.
Angstrom promised that he could have whatever he wanted as long as he destroyed another version of himself from another dimension. Mark accepted without any hesitation. You could be alive! He could have you in his arms again! He wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity. Turning to the small eyeball robot, he crushed it, severing any communication with Angstrom.
“About time I claim what’s mine.”
Location: Upstate University, Chicago, United States.
“Look at this masterpiece! Probably one of my finest redesigns,” Mark cackles as he hovered over the ruins of Upstate University. The morning/afternoon skies were choked with smoke as the area was ablaze. Many of the campus buildings collapsed or were on fire, and bodies were strewn on the grand lawn. It was beautiful in Mark’s eyes, the same beauty as when he destroyed that prison and leveled Chicago.
The cries of people in pain or despair were music to his ears. This was the most fun he had had since Earth fell in his dimension. Getting to enact pain and suffering with glee. Maybe dear mommy was nearby? There were a few scattered survivors, running away like tiny ants. A good game of Crush the Human was expected.
Mark descends to the ground, lifts a chunk of debris, and throws it at some people attempting to sneak past. The unaware humans err crushed instantly, blood, guts, and limbs splattering from underneath the rubble.
“SCORE!” Mark laughs as he repeats the act a couple more times. He flung and took out at least fifteen victims. Mark looked down, unfazed by the amount of death he was causing. A twisted smile was plastered on his face. Humans are so inferior… weak and annoying. Then a memory of you flashed through his head. He saw you as an annoyance and promptly popped your head off.
The memory saddens him, but he quickly masks it by continuing his sick game. He does regret killing you as much as he tries to tell himself that your life was insignificant, that you were nothing compared to him, just another person in the grand scheme of the universe, a faint memory meant to be forgotten.
These unfamiliar emotions you invoked in him.
He thought you were gonna fade away into the background of his mind, dumped into the endless pit of forgotten memories. That wasn’t the case as he reminisces.
You were one of the countless faces in the background, just a normal guy going through high school life. Mark didn’t pay any mind to you. He shared a few classes with you in high school and the occasional conversation here and there, but he didn’t pay them any mind.
That was until he was forced to find a partner and complete a project. You were the only one without a partner, and he begrudgingly went along with it, not before cussing the teacher.
It was during that time period that Mark felt something. He couldn’t explain it, but he hated it. What did you do to him? Why is he feeling this way? To another guy, no less.
This internal conflict prevailed until his powers awakened and he took the throne as emperor of the Viltrum Empire. Those emotions were pushed aside as he focused on his grandeur, rule, and power. He took glee in inflicting mayhem and death on the world, watching people squirm and cry. You were one of them, but for some reason, he took pity and spared you—forcing you to become his servant indefinitely.
During your servitude, Mark would occasionally glance your way, watching your every move with calculation and precision. Those suppressed emotions reemerged, but they were more aggressive and prominent. It began to infuriate him. There was no way he felt something towards you. His temper exploded once, purposefully causing you harm, but he stopped when he saw the pained look in your eyes.
Why couldn’t he finish you off?
After that incident, Viltrumite rebel forces led by the deposed former Grand Regent became more frequent. Mark deduced that someone had witnessed what happened and reported it. He crashed out again. Nobody should have seen that. Blinded by rage, he took out the person who made him feel conflicted emotions: you.
Coming back to his senses, your lifeless body lay before him—head popped clean off. There was silence before manic laughing echoed throughout the stronghold. He masked it as eliminating weakness, and when questioned, he said that you were nothing. That wasn’t true at all. There was a void that could rival the outer reaches of space. He needed that void to be filled.
So, he collected several spare human males who looked identical to you, dressed them in skimpy attire, and shaved their hair into a mohawk. Despite creating a harem, he never engaged with them. They weren’t you. He wanted the real you, but he was the one who eliminated the solution to his problem.
But that was his way of coping. Yet, he deeply regrets his actions and thinks there were no second chances. That changed when a certain person came to him from a green portal. This individual, Angstrom Levy, promised him he could have whatever he wanted if he did what he wanted. Mohawk readily agreed to the proposition.
“Who’s next…” Mark muttered, his eyes scanning the area looking for his next target. It was fun playing Crush a Human and splitting their bodies—his black-and-blue suit was a testament. Then his gaze landed on a certain person, a familiar person: William Clockwell. It looked like he survived his onslaught, impressive.
If William was here, then you should be here as well. The realization hit Mark like a truck. Did he kill you? He was too busy destroying everything, and he most definitely doesn’t remember any of the bodies.
Maybe his dear friend William has some answers. Well, this universe’s William.
Everything was going horribly. Smoke and flames, with the occasional dead body, filled William’s vision. He wasn’t sure where Rick was. They got separated during the chaotic fleeing when the university was attacked by one of the variants. He avoided the Mohawk variant’s destructive onslaught of flinging debris at people. That’s when he heard it. Mark’s voice, but it was twisted and sadistic.
“Where you goin’ Willie?! Come on! Don’t run away from me, I’m not gonna hurt you!” Mohawk said in a disturbingly playful tone, as if this were a game to him.
“FUCKING STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” William screamed. Adrenaline was pumping through his body; maybe he should’ve gone to the gym in high school or during his freshman year of college. Mark laughed manically as the distance between the two closed, and William was pinned against the wall.
The young man felt his body go stiff, panicking as the variant in front of him tightened his grip around his neck like he was gonna pop it off.
“Please don’t hurt me! I– uh.” William begged and cried.
“I’m not gonna hurt you… I will, though, if you don’t answer some questions I have…”
Location: Los Angeles, United States. (badly written fight scene)
“You really think any of you can take me down?” Mark grunted, teeth clenched, and eyes analyzing the area as multiple heroes surrounded him. His yellow cape flows in the wind as he picks which person to attack first. Either way, none of them stood a chance. Mark can easily pop or rip their bodies until they are a pile of meat and bones. It was laughable and pathetic, really.
Just like someone he used to know. Except maybe that familiar feeling was different.
Without a moment's notice, Mark launches himself at some of the stronger heroes. They were more resilient and durable than expected, but they were no match for his superior strength. Mark had thrown in some heavy-hitting punches, knocking one hero's head into the stratosphere and ripping another down the middle. It was a bloodbath, something Mark had been itching for since the destruction of Hong Kong and his humiliating fight with the best tiger.
Seriously, that bastard only had a gun, but used the concrete jungle of Hong Kong to his advantage, evading and escaping his grasp. The bastard even managed to shoot him a couple of times, temporarily disorienting him before jumping from building to building.
As the fight went on, Sinister grew increasingly irritated by this human’s precision and efficiency. The downside was that most of Hong Kong—and the surrounding Pearl River Delta region—was laid to waste.
Mark didn’t bother anymore and just left, heading to the next major city. Perhaps the bastard was crushed by the rubble and debris that rained down from the sky. Yet, he did enjoy that little scuffle.
“Oh, it appears that I was right,” Mark said with an unimpressed laugh. The ground was littered with the corpses of the fallen heroes; some were unrecognizable. His black-and-yellow suit was coated in blood, guts, and grime. Suddenly, he detected another presence closing in on him. Dodging the attack, this new hero punched the ground beneath his head with such force that it knocked him into a nearby building.
The new arrival didn’t waste time and launched another attack. Mark grunted, dodging the weak attempts of punches and kicks.
“Aww, you must wanna end up like the rest of your squad. Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick. Painless, can’t guarantee that,” Mark said, shooting from the rubble and tackling the hero, using him as a bulldozer through several buildings. The black-and-yellow-clad variant was about to pop the hero’s head off, but received a vicious uppercut.
While it didn’t damage him, Sinister was perplexed, allowing the hero to take control, but Sinister recovered midair and rammed the hero back to the ground. Window panes shattered, and cars were sent flying from the shockwave. “You’re strong, but you’re still weak!” Sinister laughed, low and rumbling as he was about to give the finishing blow.
Suddenly, the hero did some kind of maneuver and headbutted the variant, a brutal headbutt that caused some blood to leak from both the hero’s head and Sinister’s nose. The hero darted out of the crater. Sinister gave chase. The hero evaded him in return, taking massive backward jumps to put some distance between them.
Los Angeles was destroyed in the process, the City of Angels ravaged. Downtown was decimated. The fight ended with the hero's beating heart in Mark’s hand. The man choked and gave a few more breaths before collapsing. Sinister scoffed before crushing the heart; a wet pop echoed.
Mark went on to devastate the remaining areas of Los Angeles. Behind the black lens of his mask, Mark was unfazed as the city below him burned. It wasn’t anything different, destroying Hong Kong and its surrounding cities, and much of the cities along the western coastline. Still, the only thing occupying his mind was those two fights. The efficiency, precision, quick thinking, and resourcefulness. Exceptional… those qualities reminded him of you.
Despite all his efforts at denying your presence, you still managed to claw at his heart and mind.
You were just some human. No powers or special abilities. Nothing extraordinary. Yet, you managed to defy and evade him during his reign on Earth from his universe. All the odds were stacked against you, yet you survived the invasion and rebel phases. Whenever he’d encountered you in the wild, something compelled him to stop.
Faint memories…
Mark recalls hospital rooms, doctors, and examinations. The more profound memory was the constant fighting between his mother and father. Debbie pleaded with Nolan that something was wrong with him and that they should take him to a specialist for a diagnosis. Nolan, on the other hand, disagreed, arguing that Mark’s a Viltrumite, not a human, and that anything humans have couldn’t affect him. Nolan didn’t understand mental disorders.
Debbie backed down temporarily, but disregarded her husband’s wishes and took Mark to a specialist. They confirmed her suspicions when she described his condition, emphasizing that she caught him killing a small critter and some more that were hanging on psychopathic and sociopathic behaviors. They advised immediate therapy and medication to mitigate the severe symptoms that had already taken root.
Nothing worked. Therapy failed. The treatments weren’t working. He remained the same until you came along.
He was staring at the other kids, his eyes empty and blank as he watched them play. All of the other kids avoided him, put off by his presence and demeanor, but you didn’t. You approached and began asking questions, eagerly waiting for his answers with bright eyes and a smile. Something in him snapped, but he didn’t understand. That’s when you proclaimed to be his best friend.
…
“You like Seance Dog, too? The others called me weird for liking it,” the younger you exclaimed, pointing to the comic Sinister held in his hands.
“Yeah… why are you talking to me?” Sinister questioned. He wasn’t much of a comic reader but this Seance Dog thing intrigued him.
“Because you seem interesting and I feel like we’ll become great friends!” you said, clapping your hands and jumping as you embraced the other boy.
…
As you and he stuck together like glue, Debbie sighed with relief, while Nolan remained indifferent. As the years passed by, Sinister developed a weird obsession with you. He refused to allow you to have other friends, intimidating them without your knowledge or sabotaging them. At the same time, he became crueler and unhinged, even towards you. When Nolan informed him of what he was destined to become, he developed a god and superiority complex.
You didn’t understand what was wrong with him, but you stayed by his side. You tried to knock some sense and empathy into him, but he’d brush you off like it was nothing. Sometimes he’d even threaten you! Despite that, you were the only person who could talk to him like that. Nobody else, or they’ll receive a harsh beating.
It was only when his powers emerged that his superiority and god complex went into overdrive and steroids. When he gained full control of his powers, nobody was safe. He didn’t spare anyone: Debbie, Nolan, William, Amber, and others met the same brutal death. He soon laid his eyes on you, but when he went for the kill, something stopped him. For years, Sinister couldn’t place his fingers on what this feeling was, but he wanted to exterminate it.
You joined any groups that were tasked with taking him down, and there were clashes. Somehow, you managed to survive them. Mark didn’t realize it, but his already unhealthy obsession with you was becoming deeper. You gave him a fight, a worthy one.
He wanted to wipe that smirk off your face, literally. He wanted to hear your screams of agony and terror. He wanted to taste you. He wanted to hear you under him… what. The thought disgusted Sinister. Why would he want to hear that? There’s no way. Yet, it sounded more appealing every time he thought of it.
Your luck soon ran out. Sinister cornered you and proceeded to do what he had planned. Your screams were exactly what he imagined, even your blood tasted exquisite. Maybe in a way to honor you, Mark proceeded to cannibalize your body so you’ll always be a part of him. Yet after that, the man still felt empty—as if something were missing. Maybe he should’ve savored the moment or forced you into submission. You were perfect in his eyes. Where others failed, you succeed.
Mark was wondering if he had made a mistake, an error of judgment.
That’s when he met Angstrom. He promised him whatever he wanted as long as he went along with his plan. Sinister agreed, the thrill of another world and more heroes to kill, while also getting his hands on the one person who plagued his being.
“Mmm, wonder if he’s still alive. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
Location: New York City, United States.
Sometimes you wonder whether to continue pursuing your education. Exams, final projects, reports, loans you’ll have to pay in the future, and your part-time job were piling up. It felt like you were drowning in a sea of paperwork and work, with little time to yourself. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to rest for a couple of hours.
“Life fucking sucks,” you groan, plopping onto your bed. A comforting sigh escapes your lips as the warmth and plush of the mattress and sheets hold your weight. You nuzzled into the pillows, wrestling the sheets into an optimal position. The worries and complications of life were melting away, but your mind wandered while your body relaxed.
Mark Grayson, your best friend, vanished without a trace—the same for his father, Nolan, and, coincidentally, Omni-Man. They’ve been missing for fourteen years. Nobody saw any hope, and the case was dropped. You were too young at the time, but you remembered glimpses of weeping Debbie. She was shattered. You heard she was once attempted but was caught in time. You and Mark did everything together…
Tap Tap Tap
Was someone tapping on your window? There were no trees or fire escape ladders on your side of the dormitories! You might as well answer it; the tapping was becoming more aggressive. Before you could pull the sheets off, the window shattered, and pieces of glass covered the floor as a figure flooded into your dorm. You instantly got up and turned on the lights, ready to face the intruder. The light illuminated the room, revealing the burglar.
Your jaw dropped at the sight. Despite looking older, you know who this was: Mark! You know those chestnut eyes and that neat, charcoal black hair, but he looked different. His face was stoic, stern, and calculating. It looked like he didn’t have any emotions. And not to mention what he was wearing, a sleek, tight white bodysuit. Grey lines started behind both his shoulders and ran across his pectorals, meeting in the middle of his chest before continuing to the waistband of a grey skirt.
“MARK? How are you flying? Where were you all those years!? How did you find me?”
“Those questions are irrelevant. I need you to come with me.” Mark said with a commanding voice. It was cold and calculated. You were taken aback. He wasn’t talking to you like a regular person; he was giving you an order. This wasn’t Mark. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Y/n.”
“Excuse me? You break into my room and start giving me demands? Are you fucking with me, Mark? You’ve been gone for fourteen years, and you come back out of nowhere and start ordering me around?!” You yelled, shocked by the audacity. Does he even know how you felt during that time? Did he even know what happened to Debbie?
Mark was going to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat. You noticed his expression soften, as if his caged emotion were about to burst from its prison, but his facial features hardened again, returning to his stoic, stern expression. Your once-best friend sighed before turning to the window.
“Fine. I’ll be back.” Mark said before darting into the sky. You were left gobsmacked and with a broken window. Mark flew to meet his father to initiate phase two.
You should’ve accepted his demand.
Why didn’t this universe’s Mark accept his father’s demand? Couldn’t he see how Earth and its inhabitants would’ve benefited by being a part of the Viltrum Empire? The Viltrumite hovers over the ruins of New York City. The once great American city was decimated, the towering skyscrapers turned into burnt, metal skeletons. Fires and ruins stretched for miles, millions killed, and the horizon caked with orange and red hues.
The city that never sleeps was being put to rest.
“What a shame. If only that ill-advised version had accepted.” Mark mumbled. If Earth were under Viltrum rule, none of this would have happened. Then again, you probably would’ve died during the invasion phase, but still. Mark leaped from the remains of the Empire State Building and flew to the harbor, eyeing the last target. He saved the best for last: the Statue of Liberty.
The statue didn’t stand a chance and collapsed into the harbor with a single punch. The light of freedom, democracy, and liberty was extinguished. It's not like the United States truly lived up to those standards, with all the corruption and manipulation—something that the Viltrum Empire would’ve eradicated. They would’ve freed not just the American people, but everyone across the world! Step up where the government failed. Feed the hungry, house the homeless, and improve the quality of life!
Mark could feel his anger getting the better of him. Why couldn’t this universe’s Mark or you from his universe see it? Viltrum dashed up the eastern seaboard, decimating cities in New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Massachusetts.
“Angstrom better hold his end of the bargain. No one steals from a Viltrumite.” Mark grunted.
Mark returns to New York City and hovers over the ruins, contemplating as he hears the cries of people below. He truly believed in Viltrum’s mission. He truly believed that humanity would benefit. His brown eyes zoomed in, and Mark could see a mother and father protecting their child. The sight stabbed him; he vaguely remembers Debbie, his own mother. On that day in his universe, he wanted to spare you the horrors. As much as he wanted to force you to come with him, there were still glimpses of humanity in him.
He wanted you as his mate. Mark remembers his childhood with you. You were the only one who went to him and sparked a conversation. You shared your toys, crayons, and food with him. You did everything with him. When his powers emerged, and his father took him back to Viltrum, you were still on his mind during the brutal training, lessons, and the conquest of several planets. However, he believed Viltrum’s propaganda, and when the time came, he believed the empire could fix and improve humanity.
When phase one was completed, testing Earth’s human population for breeding, phase two was initiated: conquest and submission of the planet. When Mark returned to his home planet, he noticed that technology had improved significantly, but it paled in comparison to the empires’. His first thought was to find you, and when he did, he stalked you.
You were perfect, but you were hurting yourself with this human thing called college. No worries, you wouldn’t need it when you could be Mark’s mate! While human males couldn’t bear children, the remaining scientists made significant strides in medical technology. The council wanted to maximize breeding and reproduction to repopulate Viltrum’s numbers after the scourge virus decimated their race. They wanted to do whatever it took to save their species.
Everything was going as planned until it wasn’t.
After you refused to come with him, Mark left disappointed, but he had a mission. As expected, Earth’s defense forces didn’t stand a chance. Many developing nations surrendered when they realized the benefits, while the powerful nations resisted, but they were crushed after killing a bunch of senators, representatives, and leaders. Submission came, but there was resistance.
Mark tried to find you and retrieve you, but he couldn’t. He spent months scouring the planet, but nothing came up.
The Viltrumites fully moved to Earth and began reconstructing ruined cities with their brutalist, minimalist architecture. Cities rebuilt with large, sleek towers, expansive walkways, and massive green spaces. It looked straight out of science fiction. Slums in poorer regions were replaced with towering skyscrapers, crime was nonexistent, and the climate stabilized. Of course, there was a price, but humanity will thank them.
The humans who survived the purge of their species were given Viltrumite uniforms with a new insignia embedded, a combination of a handprint and the Viltrum logo, showing solidarity between the two species. All forms of individual identity were erased, customs, laws, and traditions replaced with the Viltrum way of life. The empire was the only entity humanity needed.
Conquest wasn’t completed, though. The resistance had to be annihilated. The majority of heroes were hunted and killed in the early days; now the Viltrumites have them running like a headless chicken. Some had to be restrained and contained, like Atom Eve. Mark took part in stomping out the resistance. He just hoped you weren’t a part of them.
The last of the resistance was lined up, tied down, and ready for execution. The spectacle was televised to the entire planet, like every public execution. It served to demoralize and crush the people’s hope. At the end of the broadcast, the same message repeats: Compliance ensures survival. When Mark came to witness it, you were there, tied and helpless.
Mark couldn’t do anything but watch as his mate was executed. He mourned your death in secret. Despite never being there for you while he was gone, he knew there was a connection, but now it was severed.
But this Angstrom Levy made a deal with him, a deal he couldn’t deny. He could have you back, his mate. You were promised to him.
“Time for my mate to come home.”
To be continued…
Author’s note: hello, my strawberries! I hoped this part was good! I tried to fit their personalities and backstories to the best of my ability. Part 3 is the last and is the smut 🌝
Special thanks to my proofreader: @sagethegaywitch
Pairings: Mark Grayson x male reader, Sinister Mark x male reader, Mohawk Mark x male reader, Maskless Mark x male reader, and Viltrumite Mark x male reader
⚠️CW⚠️: gay, gay-sex, cuckold kink, cuck Mark Grayson, forced cuckold (I think), bottom male reader, top Mark variants, submissive Mark Grayson (he gets dominant towards the end), foursome, double penetration, rough sex, blowjobs, possessive variants, biting, blood sucking/play, mentions of cannibalism, cum eating, masturbation, voyeurism, forced voyeurism, breeding, throatfucking, ass eating (Mohawk loves ass), no Markcest in this, cum facial, and hair pulling.
Requested: yes
Word count: 24.2k
Summary: You were shocked to find out that your boyfriend, who is invincible, enjoys watching other men fuck you. A cuck is the correct terminology. There wasn’t a day that Mark didn’t bring home another man or multiple to fuck you. So, when alternate variants of himself are invading the world, and some of those variants want you. They wanted to emotionally and mentally destroy Mark by fucking you in front of him, but they didn’t know he liked that. He REALLY likes it.
Read before continuing: if you are younger than 18 or any of the warnings make you uncomfortable, this is your chance to turn around and leave. If there are no problems, you may continue.
Part 1: Calm before the storm
Part 2: We all made the same deal
Part 3: We’re better than him (all warnings apply to this part)
Some Notes: there may be some changes to the story! Also this is my first time writing foursome and cuckold kink! Popular voted for the fic to be broken into three parts! I really do hope this is good since I’ve worked on this for a month and it’s reached also 20k words.
Pairing(s): Ryoumen Sukuna x sorcerer male reader
Warnings: Sukuna has two cocks, gay sex, Sukuna has a master kink, degradation, Sukuna gives praises (have to squint), multiple orgasms, dumbification, reader becomes cock drunk, belly bulge, reader is masochist (I guess), blood drinking, anal sex, gay-sex, blowjob, breeding, ass slapping, spanking, Sukuna being Sukuna, choking, top Sukuna, mentions of impregnantion, Sukuna wants to get you pregnant, obsession, obsessed Sukuna, Sukuna kinda loves you, possessive, double penetration, and bottom male reader.
Rated: explicit
Requested: Yes
Word count: 5.3k
Summary: You were attending Tokyo Jujutsu High as an international student from overseas. Yuji, mainly Sukuna, takes an interest in you. Something about you made Sukuna want you, something that ran deep in history.
Extra Information:
Curse Technique: Cryokinesis/ice manipulation. (Or you can pick whatever you want.)
Read before continuing: If you’re younger than 18 or any warnings make you uncomfortable, do not continue reading! You may continue reading if there are no problems.
NOTE: It's been a while since I watched Jujutsu Kaisen. So, some canon lore may be wrong.
NOTE2: Could be considered dead dove, but I don’t know. Still heed warnings.
“Hey, brat.”
Yuji groans in annoyance as he hears the deep voice coming from his left cheek. Lately, Sukuna has been more of a nuisance, more so than usual, randomly appearing and taunting him or making snarky and horrific remarks about something. Yuji’s jaw clenched as he became lost in his thoughts, and Sukuna muttered under his breath.
“I’m fucking talking to you. Are you so dumb that you've gone deaf?”
“What do you want?” Yuji said with an irritated voice as he tried to focus on controlling his cursed energy. Even though he learned a lot from Todo, he still wanted to perfect his abilities and put some distance between himself and Todo. He appreciates the man, but sometimes it's a bit too much.
“Who is that pretty boy?”
Annoyance morphed into shock as he listened to Sukuna. ‘Pretty boy?’ Yuji thought as he looked around to see who Sukuna was referring to. His eyes scanned the area. Maki and Nobara were not the ones; Toge and Megumi weren’t the ones either. There wasn’t anybody else until he noticed Gojo-sensei and the principal talking to someone: a young man. He appeared to be of average height with nice eyes and hair, and he wondered what you were talking about with Gojo and the principal.
“M/n?” Yuji questions as he watches the boy from afar. He had never seen you until a few weeks ago when you returned from some mission in another country. Yuji, being Yuji, hung around you and started asking so many questions, curious about what it was like and how your powerful cryokinesis worked.
Now that Yuji was thinking about it, Sukuna started acting like this when you arrived. Whenever he was out of earshot, Sukuna would appear and begin his blabbering, or there would be days when he wouldn’t emerge, but Yuji knew he was observing everything.
What did you spark in the king of curses? You sparked something within him that caused him to become more of a nuisance. Little did he know that you and Sukuna share some history, history you weren’t aware of, but Sukuna knows all about it.
(Note: Unlike the U.S., where students attend high school for four years, students in Japan go to high school for three years. The reader will be 19.)
That thought leaves his mind as he continues to look at you. Yuji pulled from you that you are an international third-year student, making you Yuji’s upperclassman. He also knows you’re a first-grade sorcerer with a unique curse technique, a compelling cryokinesis technique. You use cursed energy to create ice and control its direction and how it forms.
From what he’s heard from Gojo-sensei, you also sport a unique cursed tool: a Japanese war fan, a gift courtesy of Gojo-sensei, that allows you to control the ice better. In Yuji’s opinion, he thinks your curse technique is powerful.
…
“M/n…?”
Sukuna goes quiet after muttering your name. He disappears back into Yuji's head. The pink-haired boy was confused but didn’t think about it much longer and returned to his activity. Meanwhile, Sukuna was pondering. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the reincarnation of his possession from the Heian Era.
‘It's him. It’s him! He looks different and has a different name, but it's him! I’ve waited a thousand years. Now, he is in front of me.’ Sukuna wonders if you’re a virgin or if you’ll scream the same way. Oh, how he missed your screams, whether it was from pleasure or fear. He remembers your face, how it contorted with pleasure or pain as he fucked you with his two cocks.
Sukuna remembers when he first met you. It was not the most ideal way, but he didn't care.
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The Heian Era, a thousand years ago
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Another village in ruins. Fire blazed through wooden houses; bodies and blood were strewn on the dirt paths. The cries and screams of men, women, and children filled the air. Sukuna couldn’t help but laugh maniacally. He was seeing those maggots squirming around and dropping like flies. He basked in the death and destruction; the sight of it made his cocks twitch in his pants, and one of his four arms moved down to rub it.
…
You couldn’t move, your body frozen from the magnitude of the situation happening before you. Your home was destroyed, and your neighbor, whom you chatted with earlier in the day, had died, his body split into pieces with blood splatter coating the ground. Screams and cries echoed through the silent night, fire cackling as the air was choked with smoke. The smell of blood, dead bodies, and acrid smoke was overwhelming to your senses.
Your breathing was ragged and rushed as adrenaline started taking over. You couldn’t move properly with deep gashes and scars on your leg and side. The pain blooms through your body, and you could feel warmth gushing out in thick pulses, soaking your clothing and your fingers as you clutched the wound. Using what strength you had, you limped towards the forest line, hoping to escape. Then that’s when you turned to see a man, a large, hulking beast, through the flames. He was staring at you.
…
Sukuna’s eyes then shifted to the right, and he saw through the flames a man in his mid-20s running into the forest, clearly injured and bleeding from the side, clutching his wounds. The large man smirked before dashing after him. It was unusual for someone to survive his attacks, let alone a weak maggot. He was going to enjoy the hunt. He sprinted after you, loud footsteps shaking the ground, leaving behind large footprints. Any survivors would be crushed by the sheer force of him.
You limp and stumble through the forest, your body screaming at you to stop, each step tearing open your wound. Blood trails behind you, soaking and leaving a marker on the ground for Sukuna to hunt. Everything was becoming blurry as the adrenaline was making your head spin, your stomach churn, and your heart pound in your ears. The trees blurred as you pushed through them, branches snagging on your torn clothes.
“Not… yet,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. Step after step, Sukuna’s cruel laughter echoes through the forest, his monstrous steps growing closer. The terror was amplified when you heard the trees collapsing behind you, but you didn’t look back. You didn’t even know where to go. There was no plan but survival.
…
Now he was impressed. You managed to dodge his attacks and evade him, but luck can only last for so long. You thought you were in the clear until you felt something rough gripping your arm before slamming your body into a tree, knocking the air out of your lungs. You saw a large, hulking man with four arms and another pair of eyes staring down at you.
“Please… don’t kill me,” you cried, groaning and whining in pain as Sukuna pressed his arm into your open wound. The searing pain was overwhelming; you felt like passing out from exhaustion and blood loss. Tears flowed from your eyes, but Sukuna said nothing, staring down and enjoying the pain he was subjecting you to.
You expected to be killed, but nothing happened. For some reason, Sukuna felt a tie to the bloodied and injured man. Seeing the man crying and whimpering underneath him was a euphoric pleasure for the sadistic man. It was there that Sukuna decided to make you his possession, a decision he rarely makes.
“Uraume! Get this boy back to the temple.” Sukuna’s voice roared through the forest. A person with white hair, red on the sides, appeared from the trees and took you back to the temple. Sukuna viewed it as a reward for surviving, you becoming an addition to his harem, the first man to. He doesn’t grant this privilege to anyone; you should be grateful that he spared your life.
…
Since that day, Sukuna had preferred the man over his other concubines. Always requesting your presence after massacring another village or killing sorcerers who challenged him. Tearing off any clothing you were wearing, then fucking you with his two cocks. It didn’t matter the location; he was going to fuck you. Seeing no use for any of the others, the pink-haired man slaughtered every last one of them, leaving you as his only concubine. He didn’t take anyone else.
From there, Sukuna developed a twisted attraction towards you. He loved seeing you whimper and cry as he thrust his large cocks into your tight ass. Your body was often littered with bites and scratch marks. Sukuna loved hearing the moans and groans of his little human while he played with your cock and nipples– overstimulating your body until you cried. Oh, how he relished in your screams.
After spending months with Sukuna, your mind was broken and twisted. You grew to love the pain he would inflict on your body, even going as far as begging for more and for him to be rougher. You looked at him with adoration and lust. You weren’t sure if those sentiments were reciprocated, but you didn’t care.
Everything changed when a group of sorcerers challenged him. He watched as you were murdered, your body being sliced up with your head rolling at his feet. Your lifeless eyes staring into his eyes, you were beyond saving, not even his reverse-cursed technique could save you. His favorite possession was gone, and Sukuna wasn’t going to let that go.
He was ultimately defeated and killed by a group of sorcerers, but he was able to transform himself into a cursed object: twenty indestructible fingers. That was the last time he ever saw you. Sukuna didn’t understand what he saw you as, but it wasn’t love. He only saw you as a possession, a toy to play with. Yet, maybe, he did have some feelings.
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Present Time
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Sukuna continued to exist posthumously, and during that time, he reflected on himself and his actions. He held no regrets over his actions, but memories of you consumed his mind. For a thousand years, he only thought of you. When he reawakened in Yuji’s body, those memories were replaced with the need to regain his power and strength, and fully manifest without a nuisance as a vessel.
That is, until he saw you, reincarnated, but as a powerful sorcerer. He grew restless in Yuji’s body, becoming more insufferable and a nuisance since your arrival. Thoughts of power were temporarily pushed to the side for Sukuna’s plan. Once the dumb brat fell asleep, Sukuna gained control of his body. At midnight, he would bring you into his domain.
(Timeskip to midnight.)
You prepared for bed like any other day and decided to wear nothing except your briefs. Lying down in bed was the best feeling after a long, grueling day. You tried to fall asleep, but you just couldn’t. Something was keeping you up. Something in your gut was telling you not to sleep, but the other half was telling you nothing was going to happen. The other half won, and you eventually fell asleep, darkness covering your view.
Suddenly, you awake to find yourself in a strange place, definitely not your bedroom. You start breathing heavily as you take in your surroundings, but you groan in disgust as your feet step into some sort of liquid. It is dark and appears bloody, thicker than water. Looking down, the substance you were walking in was blood. “What the fuck?!” You exclaim, trying to clean off your feet before stumbling and falling into the blood-soaked ground. In addition to your horror, a cow and a human skull were staring right into you as you fell.
You quickly regained your stance, trying to wipe off the blood. As you were doing that, you began observing your surroundings for an escape. Something about this place was weird. Then it hit you. The place was oozing with cursed energy, so much so that it felt overwhelming. You concluded this was some kind of domain expansion.
“But how is this possible? Maybe I’m in a lucid dream? Is this even possible?” You say as you turn around. You have to be lucid dreaming.
Turning to your left, you see a temple. It looked like a desecrated Buddhist temple with blood-red tones, bone-white shards poking out from the roof, and a collection of human skulls surrounding the area. There was a large set of teeth on all sides, mouths wide open. For some reason, the temple looks very familiar, and something about it pulls you closer.
Approaching the temple, you could see someone sitting on a throne at the center. As you get closer, you can make out who it is. The mysterious person shared similarities with Yuji’s body, an athletic build, but older and crueler than Yuji’s, with crimson-black tattoos that covered prominent areas, and that smile; it didn’t fit Yuji’s face, as if a wolf were wearing a sheep’s clothing.
After processing the man’s features, you halt in your movement, realizing who the man is. “It's him,” you mumbled, your body freezing, muscles becoming tense as if you were going into a defensive mode. However, something overcame you. The fear and anxiety subsided, and your shoulders dropped as the tensions slowly drained. Your fingers unfurled against your side as a calm feeling flooded your body. Your body moved on its own.
‘Why can’t I stop moving? Stop… stop…’ you screamed at yourself internally, but nothing changed; it was like you were trapped inside your mind. Your breathing rapidly shifted. It’s like your body was under some kind of spell. Your breathing returned to normal, and the screaming and resistance in your mind faded away into obscurity.
Sukuna's mouth curled into a devilish grin, his eyes raking over your slack features. He watched the resistance in your body diminish, the light inside dying and being replaced by the darkness. His expression flickered between cruel amusement and possessive tendencies with lust added to create a toxic mixture. His head rested on his hand, knowing the effect he had on you.
“The same as always…” Sukuna murmured, his eyes never leaving your body until you were within range. He extended his arms and pulled you onto his lap, muscular arms wrapping around your body. The pink-haired man buried his head into your neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent, the same smell.
“Master…” you said softly, your hand resting on Sukuna’s muscular chest, smiling as he indulged in your presence. Happiness flooded your body; it's been so long since you last felt his touch and the warmth of his affection.
Sukuna’s grunt was muffled as he pressed kisses along your neck, his dicks twitching to life from being called master. Moans left your mouth as the King started getting hasty. You could feel his sharp teeth grazing your skin before sinking in, slow and deliberate.
The metallic taste of blood welled up against his tongue, and Sukuna groaned low in his throat as he gulped down your blood like a starved man after being denied for a thousand years. His grip on your hips tightened as he lapped and drank the copper-sweet stream, and those hands moved down before ripping your briefs to shreds.
You gasped softly from surprise at Sukuna’s rough hands. You recollected yourself and arched your back into his grasp, letting him aggressively grope and knead your meaty flesh.
“Holy shit… feels so good. Tis’ been so long. Hurts so good.” You cried with pleasure, your tongue sticking out as your vision was filled with stars. Your cock twitched to life, throbbing against Sukuna’s abdomen, your hole clenching around nothing as your body remembers the King’s touch.
As Sukuna pulled back, his lips slick and smeared with crimson blood, he grinned with satisfaction. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, staining his chin and chiseled abs. He didn’t wipe anything; he wanted to show you that everything you possessed, including your blood, belonged solely to him.
“You’re still a slut, even in your reincarnated body.” Sukuna let out a low, throaty laugh, amused by your desperate and slutty expression. You haven’t changed at all; only now you’re a sorcerer, and a powerful one at that. The sight made Sukuna’s skin crawl and cocks twitch, watching a powerful sorcerer being a cock hungry slut.
“You even have a sluttier body.” Sukuna groans, peering over your shoulder to get a look. Your arched back made your ass noticeably fatter than a thousand years ago. Your body was more muscular and plump due to your jujutsu training and the nutrition provided by modern food. But even with these improvements and changes, your body was still malleable to Sukuna’s touch.
Sukuna couldn’t resist and began slapping your ass, grinning as he watched the flesh jiggle with each impact. “And all of this is mine to use.” He growls, slapping your ass harder till your cheeks turn red, his handprint engraved on your cheeks. The loud slapping and your moans echoed in the silent domain.
“Only for you, master!” you cried as the pain was becoming overwhelming, your cock oozed precum from the slit, and your breathing hitched as you started bouncing on his lap. Your body was aching for more, your mouth felt needy, and you were getting greedy for cocks.
This was further intensified when Sukuna’s two big cocks were pressing against your ass. You could feel the heat radiating and the thickness, and it made you hungrier for him. You remembered the feeling of being stretched beyond comprehension; your needy hole yearned for Sukuna’s monstrous cocks.
“Only for me? How about you use that whorish mouth for something else.” Sukuna said, giving your ass one final slap before retracting his hands, sitting back with his hands behind his head: like a true king. Your eyes brighten, eagerly getting off of Sukuna’s lap and kneeling before hastily untying his pants’ lace, grabbing the hem of his pants, and pulling them down.
(Just go with it)
Drool dripped from the corners of your mouth as you stared intently at the two monstrous, thick cocks. Your mouth was salivating at the sight of his two gorgeous cocks. A sight of pure primal power and virility: a testament to Sukuna’s godly body.
Your heart raced as you took in every detail: both cocks were veiny with a prominent vein on each, bulbous heads leaking copious amounts of precum, and a heavy set of balls, churning with so much cum.
“Already turning into a dumb slut.” Sukuna chuckled as he looked at your face filled with amazement, enchanted by the two cocks.
You didn’t pay mind to Sukuna’s words, wrapping your lips around one of the cocks while stroking the other. Both cocks were heavy, but they tasted and felt amazing. Sukuna’s intoxicating precum touched your taste buds as you eagerly sucked on it, and your grip on the other cock was perfect.
You gagged and slurped on the monstrous cock, coating the piece of meat with saliva and precum. Your mouth remembered Sukuna’s cock, making it easy to deepthroat it, your tongue swirling around the girthy tip before moving down to tease the prominent vein.
Sukuna groans as your wet mouth and hand worship his cocks as if they were gods of their own. Whispers of curses and praises left his mouth as his entire cock was taken into your mouth to the base. Your other hand switches from a slow pace to a fast one, eagerly wanting to satisfy the King of Curses.
“Good boy… that’s right… let me use your fucking mouth.” Sukuna growls, gripping your hair as he begins to fuck your face. His heavy balls slapped against your chin, and the wet slobbering and gagging were music to his ear. Tears welled in your eyes as your face turned red from the lack of oxygen, and Sukuna stopped thrusting and kept your head pushed to the base.
After a few minutes, your head was yanked back, giving you the chance to breathe. You coughed and gasped, but you were still needy. You whined and begged Sukuna to continue, “Please, Master! I need more!”
Sukuna says nothing before pulling you back onto his lap, pressing you against his muscular body. “Arch your back, whore,” Sukuna commanded, and you eagerly followed. His hands moved to spread your cheeks open before he positioned one of his cocks at your entrance, teasing your hole before sinking into the tight heat.
Your spine arched as Sukuna’s monstrous cock pushed deeper into your tight hole, a guttural moan tearing from your throat as the sensation was excruciating, but pleasurable. It felt amazing to feel Sukuna’s cock, and your hole quivered and tightened around the massive thing as more inches filled your hole.
You loved everything about Ryoumen’s cock because they were big and thick. Any normal person would’ve been screaming in pure agony as their body was being pushed to its limits, but you weren’t a normal person. You love the stretch and pain; it burned so good as the cocks carved you out. Your cock throbbed and ached, precum gushing everywhere, and your nails clawing into Sukuna’s arms.
Sukuna growled as he pushed the last inches in, his balls pressing against your ass. He was in pure bliss, his finger digging into your flesh as he felt your hole clenching and massaging his cock. Sukuna remembers your hole being tight, sometimes sloppy, but this time it was different: a new body and a virgin hole. Untouched, ripe for picking.
It reminded him of when he first took your virginity: you were whimpering and whining from his two cocks, but now you enjoy being speared open by his cocks. It didn’t matter if he prepped you or went raw; you always begged and were enthusiastic. Sukuna would watch as you took initiative and rode him, sitting back on his throne, eating whatever human he killed earlier in the day as he watched you use his cock for pleasure, riding him like a dildo. It only made him fascinated with you.
Sukuna didn’t give you time to adjust before ramming his cock in and out of your hole, his hips making contact with your ass, and his balls slapping against your cheeks. You threw your head back as moans and groans flew out of your mouth from the rough sensation, and your mind was going numb as lust overrode bodily functions.
“Y-yes, master! K-keep using my body… It's yours to use… only yours! Please master,” you babbled and cried, collapsing onto Sukuna’s chest, drooling as you used his body for support. You could feel those crimson eyes, judging but amused by your neediness.
“That’s right, boy. Only I get to use this body.” Sukuna says, thrusting faster into your hole while slapping your ass. “This slutty body belongs to me. Such a desperate slut. Is cock the only thing you can think of?” Sukuna laughs as he looks down to see your cock-drunk face, your pupils dilated.
This was how it should be. Why be a sorcerer when you belonged on his two cocks? You choked on your moans as your prostate was being abused, the cockhead ramming into the bundle of nerves.
Your body trembled and convulsed, your eyes rolled back as your cock twitched before familiar ropes of cum spurted out. Your essence coats Sukuna’s muscular chest and it felt like you were in heaven for a brief period. You were snapped out of your climax daze by Sukuna slapping your face and grabbing your chin to face him.
“You seriously came from that? We haven’t even gotten to the best part, boy.” Sukuna snickered as he made a fake sympathy face. His black nails squeezed your chin, causing some blood to gush from the slits. “You still have the second one.”
Speaking of two cocks, Sukuna used his other hand to position his second cock against your occupied hole. He slid his second cock in, causing your jaw to fall in a strangled scream and your eyes widening as your hole was stretched by another cock.
Your toes curled, and your grip on Sukuna’s shoulders tightened as he thrust his cock until he was completely inside your poor little hole. If the constant stimulation from the first cock wasn’t enough, the cockheads were pressing against your sweet spot.
The unfathomable size of Sukuna’s two monstrous cocks stretches your anal walls so far apart that you’ll be gaping after this. No other cock will be able to satisfy your needs like Sukuna can. You could feel the veins rubbing against your tight, gummy pink walls. The pain was enough for your spent cock to harden again. If you weren’t cock dumb before, you are now.
Your fingers dig into Sukuna’s shoulders, filling the man with ecstasy instead of pain. He could feel some blood oozing from the indents, making his cocks throb inside your hole. Once he eats all of the nineteen fingers, finds a new body to inhabit, and deals with Gojo Satoru, he’ll take and use your body as a reward for himself, recreating the old times of you waiting for him while he massacres the masses.
Sukuna would never admit it, but he did miss you.
Without warning, Sukuna grabbed your hips, lifting your body before thrusting harshly. Your cries of pleasure turned into short babbles and incoherent sentences, and you collapsed onto Sukuna’s chest. “Use my body… master!” you mumbled, too fucked out of your mind. Your body goes slack, effectively letting Sukuna use your hole as a fleshlight.
“That’s what I intend to do, boy.” Sukuna groans as he continues to deliver heavy thrusts into your slutty hole. Your brain was fried beyond comprehension, and the overwhelming barrage of pleasure flooded your senses.
Your prostate was constantly abused and battered, and you peered down to see a bulge forming with each thrust Sukuna gave. You placed your hand over the bulge and petted it through your skin.
The rough thrusts continued for some time, but you were too lost in the sauce. Every thrust stroked your prostate and punched the air out of your lungs, making it hard to breathe between moans and cries. The pressure was building in your guts with each snap of his hips.
Sukuna growls and grunts as he uses your body like a human fleshlight. He could feel his orgasm approaching as his thrusts were getting sloppy. His two cocks twitched and oozed precum, his balls tightening. It’s been a millennium since he had sex, and without his full body, Ryomen was susceptible to quick orgasms. He never showed tiredness when he fucked you, but now his mind was more hazy and cloudy.
“Gonna breed… make you the mother of my heirs,” Sukuna growls. He could theoretically do it, implant a womb and impregnate you with his virile seed; it's a possibility. The idea of impregnating you with his heirs made his two cocks throb. Your stomach swollen, waddling around, and extra needy due to your hormones.
Sukuna tilted your head up and wrapped his hand around your throat, putting enough pressure to choke you. Your dazed expression and fucked out face were the breaking point for Sukuna. “I know you want that, being my breeding bitch, warm hole for my cum.”
“P-please breed me! W-wanna… b-be your– breeding b-bitch!” you babbled. Sukuna tightened his hold, cutting off some oxygen. Your cock bounced untouched, leaking messy strings of precum.
The groans and growls got louder with each thrust until you felt Sukuna ground your body, his heavy balls resting against your crack. You could feel the throbbing before you felt gallons upon gallons of hot, thick cum. You cried with pleasure and mumbled thanks to Sukuna for breeding you.
Your body trembled and tightened around the two monstrous cocks, milking any remaining cum as your cock spurted its second load. You could feel your stomach bloating from the sheer amount of cum dumped into your body.
Everything after that was a blur.
xxx
The sunlight slipped through the blinds, casting a web of light over your body. You groan from the light warming your cheeks and eyes, attempting to cover yourself by turning over, but a dull ache blooms deep in your lower back and thighs as you try to change position. Your eyes widen from the sudden surge of pain rushing through your body. Your body was usually sore after battles with cursed spirits, but this was different.
You couldn’t groan in pain as it felt like your vocal cords were damaged. There was a sharp and slow burn between your thighs; it was like something had split you open and hadn’t closed properly. Even the slightest movement would cause searing pain.
“What the hell happened? Fuck.” you say, looking around to see your room clean, no signs of intruders or anything. Pushing through the pain, you sat up, screaming in agony.
The pain had you breathing heavily and crying. You had experienced pain before, but it was nothing like this! It genuinely felt like something tore you open and ravaged your insides.
You looked down to see that your briefs were missing and your thighs covered in bruises and deep gashes, blood spewing. There were noticeable handprints engraved on your thighs as well; something had gripped you hard. Your flaccid cock is coated with dried cum, thighs included. You stared in disbelief at the display, the carnage. You slowly lifted your body to examine your bottom region, thick globs of cum mixed with blood coated your hand. The bed was coated with blood and cum, which was gonna be a bitch to deal with later, if you even have the strength to push through.
Your “dream” flashed through your mind: sharp fangs digging into your shoulders, a rough, authoritative voice, a muscular body covered with tattoos, a mop of pink hair, and those crimson-red eyes, the description of Ryoumen Sukuna.
More vivid images and voices appeared: being held down and filled with gallons of cum, overstimulated multiple times, and praised for how good you felt. You could hear his voice taunting you, telling you how much of a cock whore you were and other vulgar comments.
Denial set in.
“That can’t be possible! Yuji said he has that bastard under control. It had to be a dream!” You tried to reason it was a dream, but the evidence was stacked against you. How could you explain all the markings? Dreams didn’t leave your body sore, and they certainly didn’t leave marks, cum, and blood on your body!
No amount of gaslighting is gonna change the fact that your dream wasn’t a dream and that Sukuna intends to do this every night.
THE END
A/n: Hello, my strawberries! Finally delivered my promise of completing this fic! I hope this was good since I was kinda tweaking out and losing it towards the end. Been writing too much smut.
Very special thanks to my proofreader: @sagethegaywitch
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