no one expected bowser!sukuna to make a move like this. not a siege. not a war. a declaration.
across the kingdoms, the message spread like wildfire through warped pipes and panicked messengers:
“the king of flames has chosen a bride.”
and the name attached to it made no sense to anyone outside the yoshi isles. the princess of the yoshis. you.
most people hadn’t even heard of you before the announcement. the yoshi isles were too far, too wild, too untamed for politics in the mushroom kingdom to care much about. and maybe that was why you stayed that way. no polished court. no delicate etiquette lessons. no royal spotlight.
just you—ruling over yoshi isles in your own way.
your hair was always a mess from the wind and jungle rain. your clothes were layered in clashing colors and patched patterns stitched from travel cloth and island fabric. your crown wasn’t gold and jewels—it was carved bone and decorated with yoshi eggs, passed down like a symbol of survival, not elegance.
you weren’t built for palaces. you were built for islands that fought back.
and now—
now you were in one.
the chamber was enormous, carved into black volcanic stone. lava light flickered through tall windows. a bed sat in the center like it was trying to convince you this was comfort instead of containment. the doors had no handles on your side. the walls hummed faintly—alive, watching.
a beautiful cage. and you hated how carefully it was made.
standing across from you was him, bowser!Sukuna—but not the version stories used to describe.
this one felt… sharper. heavier. like something ancient had settled into his bones and decided it deserved the throne of everything.
the air around him felt wrong in a way you couldn’t ignore. he was grinning. that same arrogant, entertained grin he probably wore while burning kingdoms.
his voice filled the room like a collapsing ceiling. "don’t look so angry.” a low, rumbling laugh followed—sharp enough to sting. “i only conquered half your kingdom.”
he stepped closer, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. you didn’t move back.
your body refused.
that only made his grin widen.
“no one even knew your name a week ago,” he continued, tilting his head slightly. “now the world can’t stop repeating it.”
he gestured vaguely at the chamber, at the fortress, at everything. “you should be honored. most kingdoms beg for this kind of attention.” the heat in the room wasn’t just from the lava outside anymore.
it was him.
you clenched your fists.
“you didn’t choose me,” you said. “you just took me.”
a pause.
then that laugh again—low, satisfied. “of course i did.”
he leaned forward slightly, eyes glinting with something far more dangerous than anger. not rage. ownership. "that’s what kings do.”
the chains along the walls shifted faintly, as if reacting to the sound of his voice alone. “and now the world gets to learn something very important,” he said softly. his grin returned—wider, sharper “everything eventually becomes mine. even something so ugly as you." the chamber felt smaller than it had a moment ago.
but you didn’t step back. you just stared at him. and for the first time—his grin didn’t fade… but it did sharpen with interest. your body felt stuck on the bed, sat up and shoulders hunched. "why pick me... you had plenty of other options. prettier ones since you wanna comment on m-my looks.."
the stutter in your voice gave away your fear. you immediately regretted trying to talk back.
He only stepped closer, eyeing your body. you reminded him of a goomba. plump but in an odd way. he made a mental note to make sure he'd get his servants to do something about your appearance on the wedding day.
"the other princesses are too... needy and all about their looks." he watched your face, seeing it scrunch up. you didn't take that kindly. i mean, he was basically saying you didn't care for your looks—which you didn't but still.
"C’mon, princess. you know m'right." he chucked darkly before adding "you look just like a goomba—it only makes sense for you to be the queen of them."
He was well aware he was stooping very low and out of his league for a thing like you. chubby n round, hair that needed to be brushed, smelt not so pleasant, and not to mention those little bumps on your face that resembled little lava mountains—acne.
you only felt angered and offended but you couldn't deny his attractiveness as he moved like he owned the space around him—which he did.
sukuna stepped forward slowly, heavy footfalls echoing through the stone chamber like finality itself. his body was massive, but controlled—each shift of his shoulders and arms calm, deliberate, certain. when he stopped, the room felt smaller.
then he reached out.
his hand extended toward you, slow and steady, not rushing to grab—just closing the distance like it was already decided. the air between you felt tighter as his fingers hovered near you, close enough to make the message clear without a single touch. his hand ghosting your cheek before caressing it
"i could take you right now… ruin your fat cunt. bet you're already wet." he said, his voice laced with threat and sick mockery. "bet your pubes are wet with your own slick." he added. and he wasn't wrong.. in some twisted way you felt heat start to rush in both your cheeks and in between your thighs. you instinctively pressed your thighs together to try and stop it.. but it only got worse.
"h-how do you know?-" you said with slight panic in your voice. how would he know whether you were shaved or not. you scooched back, making his hand fall off your face. his grin widened, letting out a sick laugh. "lucky guess. a king isn't bothered by some hair. a prince is." but his grin turned into a scowl as you moved away, his fist clenching. “don’t mistake my restraint for mercy." he was ticked off. all princesses were so dramatic and feisty. but you caught his eye with your... unique appearance. you're the perfect piece of chub to stand beside him.
"i w-will never l-love a monster like you!.." your eyebrows furrowed and lips turned downwards to a frown. you felt so vulnerable. so... ugly. you were aware you weren't pretty nor skinny but it hurt to hear. you felt caged in by him, his massive body intimidating that most certainly did strike fear in any toad or goomba. but he only responded with a growl, standing at the edge of your new bed now.
"you might not love me but your ugly cunt sure does." he said cruelly, knowing that he could get any princess wet if he wanted. you should be kissing his feet that he was gonna marry an ugly duckling like you. he saw how you didn't back down and instead scooched away.. again. "go on. keep fighting me and acting like a brat. nothing will save you from our wedding day or night." he chuckled as he already planned what he'd do to you on the wedding night.
"you hate me, and still you can’t look away. acting so tough while eye-fucking me."
he scoffed, his lips pressing into a thin line as he was clearly holding back. he suddenly turned and walked towards the door before speaking up. "i'll make sure to put you in your place tomorrow. you should feel honored. i don’t keep things that bore me.”
and with that he left your room. you heard a few locks click—leaving you in the room both scared and horny. you were dreading your wedding night while also getting yourself hot n bothered thinking about him. gosh, you were sick.
Hello, may I request #2 ☆ { putting } a hand over their mouth to be quiet *whispers because it's a bad guy and I know people are about them* with Ray Marcus?
Thank you.
✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Ray Marcus x F!Reader
✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Nocturnal Animals
✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 985
✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Ray Marcus... he's a TW himself | Rough Sex | Loud Reader | Hand over mouth | Foul Language | P-i-V | PWP | Creampie | mention of drinking | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…
✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ Sorry if this is total ass... but I hope this brings you some joy. Prompt from this list. Love... I am SOOOOOO SORRY this took me almost 2 years to complete!!! But I hope this finds you well, and I hope you enjoy this! I'm so sorry!!
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It never took him long to make you quiver. It never took him long to even make you wet between those folds between your legs. Not only that, but it was his bad boy ways. It was the way he moved and the way he took in your scent in such a primal way. Ray was sex on legs for you, moans in the air, and he owned your ever tremble, quiver, whimper and moan. Fuck it, let's face it, you let this man willingly own you. But you never really let him fully take that control, no, it was fun fighting him for it. It was fun to play that game of cat and mouse, but in the need, he knew you were doing it for the sheer thrill of it all.
This wasn't a moment you needed to play cat and mouse, no, this was a moment of you knowing exactly what you were doing to get the result you wanted. Tonight was an interesting night, having invited a few friends over, a few drinks, maybe even a game or two of Cards Against Humanity, a good fun filled night. But there was a catch. He wanted to play a game of his own, and you weren't privy to that knowledge. His eyes are on you all night, but yours were undressing him just as much as his were undressing you.
People filed in, laughter filled the room, shot glasses hit the table, liquor sloshed around in the bottle as more shots were being poured. Someone asked if there was another bottle. Willingly you offered to go check, you kept things like that on the top shelf of your walk-in pantry. Standing up you feel your legs are a little wobbly, with a soft chuckle you make your way to your kitchen. Looking around you grab the handle of the pantry door with your right hand and wander in. Reaching up you turn on the pull cord to your light. But quickly the door closes and the light turns off and you feel yourself being pushed back against the shelf.
You giggle. Of course you giggle. He lets out a breathy chuckle.
"You don't think I noticed, girl?"
"Noticed what?"
"Oh come on, lookin' at me with them come fuck me eyes all night." he pointed out.
Chuckling you lick your lip and take his hand and place it between your legs. He licks his own lip, slow, dangerously slow. Though dark, you feel you can see him perfectly. There was no question as to what or where this was headed. His hand moved from between your legs, and gripped at your bare thigh. Hiking up your skirt a moment he narrowed his eyes on you.
"You seem hungry, girl."
"I am... starving." you purr softly.
"You're going to have to be quiet." He muses softly.
All you can do is nod your head. Reaching forward you undo his belt and jeans. He allows you to do this, but quickly takes control back. Dropping his pants, he lifts your hips and presses into you without any second guessing. You gasp, and grip at his shirt as your hands rest on his shoulders.
"Fuck, Ray." you moan softly, just loud enough for him to hear.
Of course, this man wasn't going to fuck you soft and tender in the pantry. No, this was a quickie. Fast. Hard, the shelves rattling. Your breath quickly picked up. His grunts grew softly as he used the shelves to his advantage thrusting into you, fast, rough, quick pasted.
"Fuck! Your cock feels so fuckin' good." you moan.
Your moans become louder.
"I told you, you gotta be quiet, girl." he snarled a bit.
"I know but you feel so fuckin good." you purr.
The sweat starts to bead against his brow as he continues to thrust, his lips pressing against your neck to muffle his own sounds, but that doesn't stop your mouth from getting louder. With a growl, his hand slaps over your mouth and he growls.
"You're fuckin' done." he snarls.
You gasp into his hand, but you continue to moan loudly against his hand as he continues to roughly thrust his cock between the wet folds between your legs, your slick wet walls clenching around him as your head falls against one of the shelves, you feel yourself building, pleasure quivering within those walls, which only causes him to thrust harder, some of the cans rattling against the wooden shelves, almost ready to fall, but he wasn't stopping. Thrust after thrust, he feels himself building.
"Make a mess on me... and I'll give you a treat, girl."
It was those words alone that sent you over the edge. Your eyes flutter closed as you completely become undone on his hard thrusting throbbing cock. His hand grips around your mouth a little harder as he thrusts deeper, at least it felt deeper as hot thick ribbons of good girl treats cover your wet walls.
A few more thrusts as he starts to slow and he keeps you and himself right where he was. He get close to your ear.
"You're not cleaning up, I want everyone to see your good girl treat runnin' down your leg..." he smirked.
You giggle, and nod your head and gasp as he pulls himself from you, and starts to put himself away and grabs the whiskey off the shelf and smirk kissing your forehead and heads back to the party.
Feeling yourself mentally coming undone you giggle, clear your throat, fix your hair, feeling him already oozing down your leg. You make your way back to the party, standing there everyone's acting like nothing just happened. You finally take a seat and smirk, sitting across from him, your mind starts running again. Maybe the Quiet Game would be added to your list of things to perfect... Practice makes perfect right?
Alpha/WaterDewdrop - Like a Moth to the Flame Ch. 1
A gift for @anotherbananasong after we talked extensively about Alpha and Dewdrop’s relationship.
Enjoy almost 5k words of spicy sauce!
Angst and Smut below the cut and on AO3!!
The first time Dew went down to the catacombs it wasn’t supposed to be by himself.
Aether had come to him in tears; huge, deep, bone-wracking sobs. "She made me do it!" He wailed, clinging to Dewdrop's slim shoulders; nearly crushing him with the strength of his shaking grip. But Dew didn't mind. He had noticed that something had been eating Aether up inside since a few days ago, and now, the floodgates were opened and the normally stoic Quintessence Ghoul was loudly weeping in Dew's rumpled nest.
"I'm sorry," the Water Ghoul stated, his own voice starting to shake with how much raw emotion Aether was expressing. "But it's not your fault." Dewdrop rubbed Aether's back soothingly, the larger Ghoul taking shallow, labored breaths, trying to calm himself down.
"But his beautiful wings… his beautiful wings…" Aether glanced solemnly down at his hands -as if they were still covered in Air's blood- and his tears fell fresh and hot down his cheeks again. Dew leaned over and gripped his hands, squeezing reassuringly.
"You're not to blame, big guy," Dew continued gently. "I know you didn't want to. She was forcing your hand. Imperator may as well have been holding the scalpel herself. But we know she's never one to get her hands dirty," Dew half growled in his packmate's defence even though it was just the two of them in the room.
Then Dewdrop had a sudden realization. Aether had been talking about wings… Zephyr, to Dew's knowledge, never possessed a set of wings, even in his unglamored form. Did Aether mean to say that he had been forced to butcher Air's wings; one of the Ancients that the Water Ghoul had heard whispers about from some of the Siblings?
It would have been rude to dredge all of this up anew for the emotionally exhausted Quintessence Ghoul, so Dew kept his questions to himself. But his mind was now churning with putting the pieces of the puzzle together. His heart ached for Aether's distress and everything that the upper clergy was currently putting him through, but Dew's curiosity was slowly getting the better of him.
"How about you rest here for now? I'll be back after a little while, okay? I just need to go… do something really quick." Aether nodded and smiled faintly as Dewdrop brushed a stray tear away with the pad of his thumb. The Water Ghoul tucked Aeth down into his nest and slipped quietly out of his room, padding down the hall to bang on Ifrit’s door.
“Ifrit, wake up! I knew it! I knew that they had to exist.” Dew burst into the Fire Ghoul’s room and practically dressed him himself. “I’m going down there and you’re coming with me.”
“Wha-at?” But Ifrit was already being dragged by the hand by Dewdrop who was marching him to the catacomb entrance. The air coming from down there was musty and frigid; as chilly and unsettling as a tomb.
Dew took the first few steps down and turned back to the Fire Ghoul, who was shaking like a leaf.
“Don’t tell me you’re backing out now?” Dew teased, his tail flicking excitedly behind him. But Ifrit stayed firmly put.
“I know I agreed to go with you, but now I’m thinking it’s not such a good idea. I’ve heard they’re reeeally old and mean. That’s why they keep to themselves so much. Haven’t you heard what Sister Imperator has said about them?”
“That blustery old windbag?” Dewdrop’s tail swished against the cool stones. “Come on, Frit. Aren’t you even a little bit curious?”
“Not enough to potentially get sent back to the Pits for it.” A nervous whimper slipped from Ifrit’s mouth.
“Well, if you’re not going with me then I guess I’ll just have to go alone. But don’t come crying to me when you’re wrong about them. I’ll just say ‘I told you so’.” Dew turned and descended further into the darkness while Ifrit scurried back to his room.
The brave Water Ghoul’s eyes quickly adjusted to the near-dark staircase but he still trailed a guiding hand along the wall, only releasing his nervous touch when he reached the bottom. The sound of laughter and low voices sounded from a far room and Dewdrop’s feet carried him towards the sound.
The Ancients’ common room was similar to the one his pack had above. The couches were more threadbare and everything had a slightly sweet mildew smell, but it wasn’t a bad little room, especially as stuffed as it was with these towering, old Ghouls. Dew put the barest pressure on the door and it creaked open, drawing everyone's attention to the new arrival.
Alpha strode towards Dewdrop, a venom-laced honey dripping from his lips.“Well, what do we have here? A lost lamb from the surface? What are you doing in our domain, little one?"
Dew's eyes met Alpha's hesitantly, suddenly nervous about being the center of attention for these large, ancient Ghouls. Maybe what Sister Imperator had said was true: that they were beyond helping anymore. More feral than human, having ceded their humanity for a more brutal pack dynamic. She had said that they couldn't be trusted in the Ministry proper; that they were ruthless beasts.
His eyes scanned the room, looking for the one called Air. Aether hadn't given him much of a description besides what he had done to the poor Ghoul's wings. Dew's gaze fell on a tall, willowy Ghoul who seemed to be the one most in pain. The Water Ghoul could see it scrawled on his face. He was sitting on the couch with another sturdier one. Neither of them seemed interested in what he had to say, but he straightened to his full, diminutive height and spoke.
“I wanted to come down and see you for myself. After Aether…” Dewdrop’s voice trailed off as his eyes found Air’s. The dainty-boned Ghoul hugged his arms and quickly glanced at the floor. The stocky Ghoul sitting next to him wrapped a protective arm around him and growled in the Water Ghoul’s direction. Air was especially wary of unfamiliar Ghouls after he had been tortured at the hands of an outsider, Sister's orders or not.
Earth’s voice was cutting and harsh in the frigid silence. “After what he did, we should have you all sent back to the Pit!”
Dew flinched, his eyes filled with hurt as he continued. “He’d take it all back if he could!” he implored.
“Then why didn’t he come down here himself to apologize?” the Earth Ghoul snarled.
“He… I… He was so heartbroken about it. I comforted him as best I could, but afterwards… I just wanted to see you -all of you- with my own eyes. I don't believe the lies that that damnable woman has told us about you.”
“You should believe everything you hear about us,” Alpha purred darkly, running a strand of Dewdrop’s hair through his claws. It waved as gently as a calm ocean; mesmerizing.
Dewdrop's gaze slid over to Alpha's, his eyes an unwavering, churning storm. “Even the bad things?”
“Especially the bad things,” the Fire Ghoul stated. Dewdrop glanced at Air again. The slim, timid Ghoul looked as if he was going to be sent back to the Pit tomorrow, curling in on himself as Earth held him closer. Dew suddenly realized that he had overstayed his welcome.
"I'm sorry for whatever they did to you, all of you," he stammered, scanning the room for one shred of compassion; but everyone's eyes were hard and stony, as if they were the statues on the roof. The Ancients found it difficult to warm up to outsiders, especially after what the Ministry had put them through for so long.
"You don't have to worry," Dew directed his gaze one final time to Air's, pouring all of the sorrow that had been heaped on him from Aether's woeful tale. "I won't come down again." Dew turned from all of them and pushed through the door, stumbling his way back up the slippery steps back to the main level of the Ministry.
— — — — —
For as much as he tried, Dewdrop just couldn't get their looks out of his mind. Sure, they were callous and standoffish; he had blundered his way down into their space after all, but he saw something in Air's eyes the instant he had turned to leave. There was a flicker of realization.
The thought that as Ghouls, they shouldn't be dividing themselves just because of the higher-ups in the Ministry hierarchy. They shouldn't be strangers and -even worse- enemies just because one woman placed an imaginary wedge between their packs.
Dew had Aether stay in his room for the next few nights; listening to the Quintessence Ghoul talk about the Ancients more calmly now. The Water Ghoul soaked up every bit of information that Aether was willing to give, thinking of this as part of his penance for doing what he'd done.
The Quint seemed much more at peace with his actions even though it still stung in his heart. But he wasn't willing to go down himself just yet. Earth would probably attack him and rip out his heart with his teeth. Aether knew he deserved no less, but Dew, even though he had said that he'd never return, was itching to descend those dark steps again and finally make amends with the Ancients. They were Ghouls just like he was, and they deserved as much respect as him.
Dew saw Aether off to his own room for the first time in a week and steeled himself for the potentially dangerous trip back down to the catacombs. Would he have to confront all of them like last time? Would they even want to see him again after everything that had happened with Air?
The Water Ghoul took a steadying breath, praying to Lucifer that whatever happened wouldn't be too disastrous to his health, and started his descent into the Ancient's domain. The walls were cool and damp, just as he'd remembered, and he found the common room easily a second time. But this time there were no chattering voices. There was just Alpha taking up all the space on the small couch reading a dog-eared volume; his tail dangling down to the threadbare rug, a dying fire in the small grate.
He glanced up at the door when Dew knocked this time, holding the little Water Ghoul's wavering gaze. Dewdrop was much more nervous with only this volatile Fire Ghoul around.
"Hey, uh… I know I said that I wouldn't come back…" Dew began hesitantly.
"But you just couldn't stay away? I tend to have that effect on people," Alpha chuckled, sitting up from his reclined position on the couch.
"Wh- where is everybody?" Dew questioned, staying close to the door out of caution.
"Just around. In their rooms mostly," Alpha answered. He stood to his impressive height and stretched lazily, as if he'd been trapped on that couch all day. "I guess since you've come back we should do some introductions, don't you think? I'll let the little interloper go first."
Dewdrop didn't quite trust the Fire Ghoul just yet, especially being alone with him as he was, but he figured that honesty would be the best way to proceed and shakily said, "My name's Dewdrop."
"Dewdrop," Alpha repeated. "What a nice name for such a polite Ghoul. I'm Alpha." The Fire Ghoul strode over to Dewdrop, towering over the diminutive Ghoul from the surface and shook his hand in his large one. They stood there, gazing at one another uninterrupted for the first time and Dewdrop found himself suddenly enthralled.
"You're quite small for a Water Ghoul," Alpha commented, moving to sit back down on the couch. He leaned back and spread out, taking up a generous amount of space. Dew followed, sitting on the other end of the couch but close enough to not seem too standoffish.
"Thanks, I guess? I was kind of a runt in the Pit… You all, on the other hand, are quite… large."
Alpha laughed at that. "I guess they just don't summon Ghouls like they used to…" he mused, eyeing the little Water Ghoul up and down. Clearly Dewdrop's size wasn't a deterrent to their conversation. Alpha asked about the others one level up and said how he'd never been allowed to be in the Ministry proper very often.
"That's terrible." Dewdrop's eyes were large and hurt. "How could they just confine you down here? It's so cold and miserable."
"It's not that bad once you get used to it," Alpha mused. "Besides, when you're Fire, like me-" He snapped his fingers and a dancing flame sparked above them. "You learn to find little workarounds."
Dewdrop marveled at the fire hovering in Alpha's palm. The minimal warmth soothed the slight ache in his bones from being down here, even for a little while. How could they put up with living down here? There were no windows; barely any light.
The Water Ghoul smiled at what Alpha probably considered a basic party trick. Dew had seen Ifrit conjure fire every so often, but the Fire Ghoul in his pack seemed much more reserved and law-abiding than this bulky spitfire on the couch next to him.
"Devil-be-damned, so you can smile," Alpha purred lasciviously. He was starting to like this brazen little Water Ghoul more and more.
— — — — —
After Dew apologized for intruding that first time, he had made more and more frequent visits down into the catacombs. He had told Air and Earth privately about how torn up Aether was, as well as getting the stoic Quintessence Ghoul to even come down himself, with an apologetic gift for the two of them. Aether never ventured down again after that.
But Dewdrop could never seem to stay away for long.
He could be found most days in the Ancients’ common room, palling around with Omega and River, swapping jokes and stories. Dew could have stayed down there forever listening to the older Ghouls’ stories about Secondo and all of the shenanigans they used to get up to.
But now with Sister in charge their lives were much more precarious, careful of any missteps on their parts for fear of being sent back to the Pit. Dewdrop on the other hand was much more free to roam and speak as he chose, and he glowed inside as River and Omega laughed at a dirty joke he had been telling.
Alpha, who had entered just in time to hear those suddenly crass words falling from the Water Ghoul’s lips, scoffed teasingly, “It’s a shame that such a pretty mouth is wasted on such a foul Ghoul.”
Dewdrop stood to leave, mock offended at the Fire Ghoul’s snide remark towards him, but not before brushing past Alpha, gripping the front of his shirt in tight claws and pulling him down to hiss into his ear. “Come up to my room tonight and I’ll show you what this pretty mouth can do.”
With a sultry smirk that only Alpha could see, the petite Water Ghoul strode out of the Ancients’ common room as if he owned it and everyone in it. Alpha sat heavily, mindlessly, on the battered couch, completely floored. He was rendered speechless for the first time in his life, much to Omega and River’s amusement.
Back in his room after dinner, Alpha paced the cold stones, little flurries of sparks trailing and dying in his wake as he mulled over Dewdrop’s proposition. What if it was just talk? What if he gets up there and Dew laughs him off in dismissal?
The Fire Ghoul finally snorted with cocky determination, smoke pluming from his nostrils. Damn it all. He’d go no matter what happened. He can either hold it over Dew’s head for the rest of his life for chickening out or get a really good memory for his trouble.
But as Alpha mounted the stairs, leaving the chilly catacombs behind, he began to have second thoughts. It was more than a risk, coming up from his sunken prison. With every well-worn step he climbed he thought that this whole thing was a bad idea. Yet he still pressed on, finally finding and knocking on Dew’s door.
The Water Ghoul opened it, half-dressed for bed and it was all Alpha could do to not just stare hungrily.
Dew smirked up at him in much the same way as he had earlier that day. “I didn’t think you’d actually have the balls.” The cheeky Water Ghoul reached out to grab his hand and pulled Alpha over the threshold.
The Fire Ghoul’s back made contact with the closed door. Dew was stronger than he looked, especially if he wanted something badly enough. Alpha’s legs nearly gave way as the Water Ghoul sank to his knees, fumbling purposefully with Alpha’s fly.
“You really wanted to see me work my magic, huh?” Dewdrop purred, looking up at Alpha through his lashes. The Water Ghoul stuck his tongue between his fangs as he freed Alpha’s half-hard length, admiring the Fire Ghoul’s impressive size.
“Y-yeah…” Alpha was breathless already, his claws scratching expectantly against the back of the door.
Oh, sweet Lucifer, he was too delicious!
Dewdrop held Alpha in his loose fist, stroking lazily as he watched a glob of precome beading at the tip already. The Water Ghoul leaned forward and slowly dragged the flat of his pierced tongue against the warm head of Alpha’s cock.
The Fire Ghoul always seemed to have a comeback for every situation, but feeling that chilly little bar through the middle of Dewdrop’s second-strongest muscle made Alpha’s legs tremble under him.
Dew was never one to take things slow and tonight was no different. He was planning on making Alpha thoroughly aware of what he was getting himself into. By the end of tonight, the Fire Ghoul was going to have a brand new obsession.
The Water Ghoul couldn’t suppress a dirty little hum as he stroked and sucked the flared tip into his mouth, tracing the edge of the head of Alpha’s cock with his tongue. He smirked wickedly as he felt the Fire Ghoul tremble against him. Boys were so easy to rile up.
Dewdrop swallowed Alpha deeper into his mouth, that prickly cool suction just igniting the Fire Ghoul’s blood further. The diminutive Water Ghoul slid his pierced tongue against the prominent vein along the underside, lapping up until he flicked it teasingly just below the head of Alpha’s cock, popping the whole thing out of his damp mouth to suckle appreciatively against that sensitive little strip of skin.
“-mmm…” A full-bodied groan fell from the Fire Ghoul’s mouth, his head clunking against the door even as he was staring dumbfounded down at this eager little Water Ghoul kneeling between his legs.
“Ahh, fuck, Dew…” Alpha’s voice dripped with praise, burying his hand in those silken locks. The Water Ghoul’s hair seemed to float around his fingers, soft waves framing Dew’s face as he stared up at Alpha and dove down again.
“Fu-uuck… keep going…” The Fire Ghoul sighed in ragged bliss as Dew pumped his fist up and down, mirroring the wet slide of his lips against Alpha’s jolting flesh. Dewdrop’s eyes slipped closed as he focused on the heavy weight of Alpha’s sex sliding further and further down his throat.
He was moaning on every pass now, his mouth wrapped against the Fire Ghoul’s straining hardness as he stroked and mapped out every solid inch of Alpha’s cock with his tongue.
The Fire Ghoul’s claws were leaving gouges in the door as Dew swallowed him down to the root, those sea glass-colored eyes staring up at him worshipfully; as if Dew had found a new altar to immolate himself upon.
“Nnngh- aahhh…!” Alpha couldn’t believe his luck. For once, running his mouth had gotten him something other than punched in the face. This feisty little Water Ghoul was slurping him down completely, a slick line of drool streaking Dew’s chin as he worked Alpha’s shaft further into his mouth.
That slippery tongue piercing was gliding against the underside as Alpha’s fingers clenched in Dew’s hair, canting his hips forward with greedy lust as the Water Ghoul groaned against him.
“Mmmnngh…” Dewdrop’s eyes practically rolled into the back of his head as he gripped the flaps of Alpha's pants to tug him even closer, throat working against the Fire Ghoul’s velvet length as Dew tried to keep his own simmering lust under control, at least for tonight.
“Ooohhhh, fuuuck-” Alpha’s head lolled on his shoulders; torn between keeping his eyes fixed on the Water Ghoul’s perfectly sinful mouth or allowing himself a bit of respite by resting his head against the door. Whatever he did, Alpha was completely horns over tail as he realized that Dew’s nose was buried in his sweat-damp pubic hair.
Fucking dirty Water Ghouls.
“Gonna make me finish with moves like that…” Alpha huffed breathlessly, groaning as Dew’s decorated tongue strained to massage the spot where his dick met his balls. A slick thread of saliva dripped down the length of Alpha’s cock. This was the filthiest, wettest blowjob he had ever been given and he was currently losing his mind about it.
Dewdrop’s muffled groan was loud and desperate in the quiet room as he pulled back just enough and immediately dove back down again. Alpha’s own moan caught behind his fangs, a choked out sound that contained nothing but pleasure.
The Water Ghoul seemed intent to suck his soul out through his dick and there was nothing Alpha could do to stop the wave of brutal lust that crashed over him at the hands -and fuck, that mouth- of this skillfully debauched Ghoul.
Alpha made the mistake of glancing down to watch as his entire length disappeared down Dew’s constricting throat. The shudder that shot up the Fire Ghoul’s spine was nothing short of electric. Those blue eyes; cerulean pools of unfathomable lust, were drawing him in, drowning him. How would he be able to live without Dew’s infernal mouth around him after this?
He came up here thinking that it would be some quick one-time thing, but with the way Dew was staring, devouring Alpha with his gaze, even as he was the one stuffed to the gills with the Fire Ghoul’s dick in his mouth; Alpha’s heart was pumping magma through his veins.
This couldn’t just end here. There had to be more. Dewdrop was making a burned out hole for himself right in Alpha’s core, a secret little hideaway that was beyond vital to both their survival. If Alpha lost Dew to another Ghoul then the loss would kill him, he was sure of it.
Dewdrop’s hand found Alpha’s thick wrist, working his own mouth through Alpha’s grip; silently pleading with the Fire Ghoul to take what he wanted. Choke him, use him, fuck his throat raw. That was Dew’s soul-crushing magic trick, and Alpha was falling for it, hook, line, and sinker; the mark of a true Water Ghoul. Luring unsuspecting men to their doom. Dewdrop was a dangerously powerful siren.
“Nnnngh, fuck, baby… your throat… squeezing me like that. Makes me wonder if your ass is just as tight.” Alpha ground his hips forward, holding both sides of Dew’s head now, his thumbs rubbing the base of those beautiful coral-rough horns. Dewdrop made a choked, gurgled sound in his throat but his eyes were sparkling with desire; staring up at Alpha like this was all he’d ever wanted.
He wanted to swallow the Fire Ghoul’s thick, hot load.
Alpha rolled his hips, guiding the Water Ghoul’s small, damp mouth against him, Another infernal growl cut through the silence as Alpha fell headlong into his lust, fingers trembling, claws scraping involuntarily against Dew’s scalp as the Fire Ghoul rode out his spiking pleasure in the sucking cavern of his mouth.
“-mmm! Oh, fuck! Fuck!” Alpha was coming apart above him, blind in his lust as he rutted himself against Dew’s probing tongue; that small bar sliding against the sensitive underside. The Water Ghoul’s grip had loosened from the flaps of Alpha’s pants, just allowing himself to be used the way Alpha needed to get off.
But Dewdrop never broke their eye contact, wanting to see the exact moment when the Fire Ghoul’s lust snapped like a burnt twig. Alpha’s thrusts were short and sharp, barely pulling Dew off of him before he was sliding back in with a whimpering groan.
“Mmnngh-!” The Water Ghoul couldn’t stop his own unholy noises, fueled by Alpha’s tight grip on his hair. The motion of the Fire Ghoul’s thrusts was intoxicating and hypnotic; the in-and-out pull that made Dew’s cock tent his sleep pants, a patch of wetness forming on the front.
He’d have to deal with his own little problem before he could even think of sleeping tonight.
Alpha’s thrusts were getting sloppy. His pleasure was cresting and Dew drooled even more as the Fire Ghoul’s length swelled even more in his slick throat. Dew relaxed as much as he could, knowing what was coming, and he silently begged for it, eyes brimming over with unfathomable lust as Alpha fell over the edge.
Go on. You know you want to. Dirty boy. Use me. Come down my throat. Let me swallow it all. Let me show you how much I love it. Let me taste it. Give it to me. Give it to me!
With a choked out cry, Alpha clutched Dew to his abdomen, crushing the Water Ghoul’s face to his pubic bone as he shuddered and pulsed his hot release down Dew’s clenched throat. Milky fluid shot across his tongue as Alpha slid free with a sharp gasp, some dribbling over his lips as the Fire Ghoul pulled out, spent and a little sensitive.
Alpha collapsed against the door, panting and tingly, body twitching in the afterglow of his orgasm. “Oh, sweet fuck…” His brain hadn’t caught up enough to make a coherent sentence yet.
“I take it I did a good job then?” Dew chuckled, still kneeling on the floor, wiping his mouth and sucking his fingers to get every drop.
“You… did… that… was… unngh…” Alpha’s head thunked against the door. It was late. He was exhausted in a good way. But he couldn’t stay here. His stomach suddenly clenched at the mere thought of getting caught where he shouldn’t be and his demeanor turned slightly serious again. “I should go.”
“Okay,” Dew agreed a little dejectedly. “Can I… come see you again soon?”
“You can come whenever you want,” Alpha said with a sultry purr, stroking his claw down Dew’s cheek. The innuendo wasn’t lost on the Water Ghoul as Alpha pressed his lips fleetingly against Dew's, sharing one more longing look before the Fire Ghoul slipped guiltily through the door and back down to the catacombs.
can i pls get a one shot of ransom waking up the reader by fucking her from behind after spooning all night and at first he started thrusting slowly and then slowly after you wake up, he starts going faster and faster please? i cant get enough of this asshole after watching knives out 🤤
Drabble about waking up to Ransom bonking you
Warning/s: smut, cnc, angst, fluff, cursing, breeding kink, nOT pRooFrEad, PLEASE BE WARNED, spoiler-free
A/N: so I made it a drabble, anon. I hope that’s fine :’)
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It was he who started shit. He started the screaming match. He just had to open his fucking mouth. It was supposed to be a come and go type of reunion given the fact that neither the two of you loved being with his demented family. You agreed to come with him to a family reunion only if he promises to not make a scene. But Ransom being Ransom, he made a fucking scene. Now the two of you have to face the consequences of having a crabby night.
You ignored him the whole ride home and you’re ignoring him now. Ransom is trying to console you but when you refuse to acknowledge him, he started to raise his voice.
“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be a fucking bitch.” His jaw clenches as he looks at you with flared nostrils.
“Now I’m the fucking bitch?” You let out a sarcastic laugh. “You were the one who challenged Walt. You were the one who vexed Joni.” You shake your head in a disappointed manner. “You just have to provoke everyone, huh?!” His angry appearance falters when you started shouting back at him. You ended your screaming session with a “You’re the fucking bitch here, you fucking asshole.”
When you move to walk towards your shared bedroom, a pair of thick arms stops you by wrapping them around your torso. You hear him sniffle before he starts to talk. “I’m sorry” was the only thing he said before you turned around to look at him and the sight almost made you forgive him. His bowed head and slumped shoulders made him look like a kid who just disappointed his parents. “I’m sorry for being a prick. I’m sorry for calling you a bitch.” He looks at you with glossy eyes and reaches for your hands, holding onto them for dear life.
“Please don’t be mad at me. You’re the only one I have. Please… L-let’s not go to sleep mad at each other.” This version of Ransom is a gem. He only ever shows this version of himself to you. He’s given you his trust and love as you have with him. The last thing he wants to do is to lose you for being a prick.
You give him a sad smile and a nod. You caress his face with your hands and he softly grips your wrists with his big hands. He leans down to press his forehead against yours. The both of you stayed in that position for a while, just savoring the moment.
That night, you ended up in each other’s arms. You fell asleep with your legs entangled and arms embracing each other. The both of you fell asleep feeling at home and safe. Something the both of you never got to experience before finding one another.
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You woke up feeling the world around you shake. For a second, you thought it was an earthquake but when you hear grunts behind you and feel the sensation pooling in between your legs, you realize that Ransom has situated himself inside of you. His thrusts were slow but deep.
You groaned as you arched your back, trying to stretch your sleeping bones. Ransom groaned loudly as he pushed his face at the back of your head, inhaling your scent. “Fuck, Y/N.” He hisses through your hair.
You couldn’t help the salacious moan slipping out of your lips when he started to up his pace, finding one of his hands around your breast and squeezing it tenderly. “Ransom!” you squeaked.
“That feels good, baby?” He raises his head from your hair and places it on your neck, leaving wet kisses and nipping gently on it. You managed to gasp a yes as your head tilts back. You arch your back as you press yourself more on his cock. You feel your stomach getting tighter with each thrust, making your walls clench just a tiny bit. He lets out a loud moan and heavy breaths as he rams himself harder into you. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So good!” he reaches for your front, playing with your clit at a rapid pace. “Fuck!” you whined as you came into his cock, clenching around him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he hisses as he continues to pound into you, chasing his own release. After a few thrusts, his moves become sloppier and finds his own release. “Shit, baby” he buries himself deep in you as he spills all over your walls. You whimper as you felt the pleasure from his cock coating your walls with his seed. He places a kiss on the side of your face and falls on his back.
He moves you so you’re facing him and he runs his long fingers on the side of your face. “I’m sorry about last night.”
“I’m sorry for yelling” you replied.
“Let’s forget about it?” he gives you a cheeky smile as he raises an eyebrow.
“Let’s forget about it.” you nod and place a kiss on his nose, earning a laugh from him.
Inspired by this pic of drunk Harry at the Another Man launch party last year. He looked too fine to not write about. Sorry if I hyped it up too much and isn’t as filthy as y’all expected.
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The bones in my feet cracked and a long groan emitted from my body as I stretched from my head to my toes. I had been cramped up in the same position for the past five or six hours, occasionally taking a stretch break every once in a while to make sure blood was still flowing. It was a Saturday night and I usually spent them with Harry but tonight was different. I had a 10 page research report due on Monday about mental diseases and therapy, just now finishing after slaving away for several hours.
Usually I had my work done during the week but I was distracted everyday because of Harry. He was stressing out about the launch of his feature in Another Man magazine. I had to help him plan his launch party and make sure he had the right suit and other things that seem unimportant now. The party was scheduled to tonight, and of course I couldn’t go with Harry.
At first, Harry was reluctant to go without me, feeling bad that I was stuck at home doing work while he was celebrating with his friends and having a good time. I forced him to go. After all, the party was for him and not me. Admittedly, I was disappointed in the fact that I would be missing such an important event for him and I knew how much he wanted me to be there. But I had pushed off the assignment for too long and if it weren’t done today, then it would never get done.
I heard the chime of the alarm system go off, indicating that a door had just opened. Knowing it was Harry, I wasn’t alarmed when I heard him whistling the same tune he always did as his footsteps padded up the stairs to our bedroom. Harry came into view, staring down at his phone as he tapped a message to someone.
“Still awake, I see,” he said, continuing to type his message as I sat criss-crossed in front of my laptop. His words were slightly slurring together but not as much as they would if he were really drunk.
“Mhmm. Have a fun time at your party?” I replied, saving my work and shutting the laptop before pushing it to the side.
“Yeah. Had a few drinks, if you don’t mind,” Harry said, glancing at me for only a second before looking back at his phone. “I see you’ve had some, too.” He was referring to the almost empty glass of wine I had sitting on the bedside table.
“Well, I had to celebrate you somehow. Even if it was just by myself,” I quipped happily. I don’t know if it was the wine or I was just glad he was home after a long day but I had this tingly feeling in my toes. Not to mention, he certainly looked delicious. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top with his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His lips were as pink as ever, surrounded by a week’s worth of stubble, and his eyes were drooping slightly from being tipsy. He had cut his hair a few months ago, getting rid of the long locks that went past his shoulders and introducing a new hairstyle that I’d never imagine seeing on him. It suited him, making him look even older and more mature. All I could say was that he looked delicious, even this late at night.
Harry rambled on about his night, talking about the many celebrities that congratulated him on this magazine cover and how his older sister was highly jealous of him. His already loose tie was discarded on the dresser along with the many rings he wore on his fingers. He made his way to the closet to take off the rest of his clothes, making light conversation with me as he did this.
“I wish you would’ve come, love. Probably would’ve been more fun,” he said.
“Me too. Maybe next time,” I replied.
“Mum wouldn’t stop asking ‘bout you. She was running my ear the entire night, saying I shouldn’t have left the only girl she’s ever liked all by herself at home. Almost think she loves you more than I do.”
I laughed softly. Anne never failed to shower me with love in any way possible, even if it meant overlooking Harry completely. She always said that I was the perfect match for Harry, and everyday I believed her more. We were in sync in and we rarely fought, and if we did it always ended with rough sex.
My skin was on fire. All I wanted to do was kiss him and let him touch me everywhere. “Harry?”
“Yeah?” Harry replied, completely disregarding the fact that I cut him off mid-sentence. He was rambling on about George Barnett telling him a joke that only Harry would find funny. I could still hear him rummaging around in the closet.
“Can you come here?” I said trying not to sound whiny.
“Give me a minute. These bloody shoes are a bit hard to get off,” Harry said as he grunted in frustration. He continued on with his story that seemed to drag on and on.
I sighed. This was taking longer than I expected and the heat between my legs was causing me to squirm. “Baby?”
Harry emerged from the closet, still wearing his loose button up shirt and pants. “What is it?” He asked.
I bit my lip and motioned my finger for him to come here. A small smirk spread across his lips as he came closer, his tall frame towering over me while I sat on my knees on the bed. I leaned in for a kiss, humming against his lips as I felt knots in my stomach form. Harry’s lips moved slowly but expertly on mine as his hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck and into my hair. His other hand cupped my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Harry was an amazing kisser, always knowing when to use his tongue and how much to use.
The stubble around his mouth and on his chin tickled me but I had to hold back my laugh. I could only imagine how it’d feel if it were tickling the insides of my thighs instead while I rode his face.
Harry detached our lips and pecked my cheek. “One of those nights, huh?” he asked with a small smirk on his lips that made me want to kiss him even more. His thumb ran over my lips and pulled my bottom lip down as I nodded my head and whimpered a little, craving to feel his lips on mine again. I licked the tip of his thumb before enveloping it into my mouth, sucking lightly and making Harry hum.
“Missed you. And your fingers,” I hummed. Harry slipped two of his fingers into my mouth, allowing me to suck on them like I would his cock, bobbing my head up and down against him. I maintained eye contact with him because I knew how much it drove him crazy. I didn’t mind tasting the metal of his rings. I was too focused on the tips of his fingers poking at the back of my throat, making me gag but turn him on at the same time. I gagged once more before pulling back and licking his fingers, a small giggle coming from my spit covered lips that curved into a sinister smile.
“God, you’re so sexy, beautiful, gorgeous,” he said, cupping my face again and kissing me in between each praise. My hands ran up and down his exposed chest. I fucking loved it when he had the first few buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his toned chest and the cross necklace that dangled on his collarbones. Something about it made me crazy and want to jump his bones in a heartbeat.
I pulled away for a brief second just to whine, “fuck me,” before planting kisses from the corner of Harry’s mouth down to his neck and collarbones. I took the cross necklace between my teeth and looked up at Harry, who had his lips parted slightly, nearly drooling at the sight of his girl begging for it.
Harry held my chin between his forefinger and thumb, lifting it up slightly and releasing the necklace from my teeth. He placed a soft kiss to my lips that earned a soft moan from me.
“I’m tempted. Not tonight, kitten. M'really drained. What good would a half-assed fuck be if I can’t give you the pleasure you want?” Harry said. The hand that he had on the back of my neck rubbed circles in my hair. There was no way that all of that didn’t even make him hard.
I pouted, feeling desperate just for a touch from him. “Please, just a little bit,” I begged. “Doesn’t have to be for long. Just put the tip in and I’ll cum in minutes. I need you.”
Harry chuckled softly and pressed kisses on my lips and cheeks. As much as he loved when I begged like this, he wasn’t budging. “Sorry, love. Tomorrow,” he said. He placed a tender kiss on my lips once more before disappearing back into the closet to take off the rest of his clothes and change into something more fitting for sleep.
I sighed in defeat as I plopped down in bed and shut off my bedside lamp. Harry slid into bed next to me, wrapping his arm around my body and pulling me closer. He nibbled on my earlobe before kissing it and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck before mumbling a good night that I reciprocated kindly but bitterly.
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Sleep wasn’t an option since I kept waking up every hour, craving for Harry. We’d barely touched each other all week except for when I sucked him off while he was driving home on Tuesday.
It was three in the morning and all I could think about was me riding his cock or even his face. I whimpered as my mind flickered to the thoughts of his pretty pink lips covered with juices from my orgasm as he inched me towards the brink of another one. My thighs squeezed together just thinking about the dirty things he’d say to me like “so wet for me kitten” or “fuck you taste so good” or “I bet your pussy would feel so good on my cock”
Judging by the way he was breathing, I knew Harry was fast asleep, so there was no chance of me waking him up for a 3 am quickie, for he’d be angry and tell me to go back to sleep. Even though he was knocked out, I could still feel his bulge behind me. This usually happened whenever we slept like this. I usually wore one of his T shirts and panties to sleep— sometimes skipping the latter— and he would wear boxers or shorts without underwear. Harry would get his morning wood because I moved too much in my sleep and I usually ignored it but tonight was different. His arm was wrapped around my waist and his breath was on the back of my neck. I decided to do the one thing that would help my situation.
I circled my hips slowly, rubbing my ass up and down Harry’s growing bulge. A quiet whimper came from me as I continued to do this.
Harry’s breathing changed slightly as I grinding against him to get the friction I needed. I could feel his body become lighter as he woke up a little, dry humping me even though he was still asleep. A small moan came from his throat, which earned one from me.
“Harry,” I moaned softly as I rubbed up and down my slit through my panties.
“Not now, baby,” Harry’s raspy voice said lowly. His arm pulled me closer and his face nuzzled into my neck. The grinding stopped and my heart sunk.
I whimpered in response but it sounded like a short cry, though that would be plausible since I was in so much agony at the moment.
“What’s wrong?” His voice was barely audible even with him right next to my ear. “Hm, tell me what’s wrong.”
I turned around to face him, who still had his eyes closed but they struggled to stay open after a long day of anxiousness, excitement, and fatigue. “I want you,” I moaned softly, kissing his lips and begging for him to take me. “Please, daddy.”
A low grumble sounded from his throat as he rubbed his eyes. “’s that bad, innit?” He asked. His green eyes drooped from tiredness, and for a second, I felt bad for waking him up.
“Yeah,” I replied.
Harry sighed as his fingers reached under the covers and hooked onto the waist band of my panties before snapping them against my skin to tell me to take them off. I did so quickly and kicked them off the bed as to not waste time. Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of him, sliding down on the bed so my wet lips were positioned right on top of his.
“’s this what yeh wanted, kitten?” Harry hummed, kissing the inside of my thighs and inching dangerously close to my entrance. “Waking me up at three in the morning just so I can eat your pussy?”
“Yes, daddy,” I moaned. My legs trembled as his tongue made a long stride up my slit. Harry’s tongue worked wonders against my heat, flicking up against my sensitive clit. His moans rumbled through my entire body as he suckled against the bundle of nerves. “Oh, baby.”
Harry’s arm wrapped around my thigh and his thumb rubbed circles around my clit. The only noises in the room was the sound of Harry’s lips smacking against my wet pussy hungrily and me moaning his name simultaneously. Harry’s eyes never lost contact with mine as he at me out so gloriously until he shut his eyes as if this was the greatest feeling in the world; having his girl sitting on his face and riding his mouth like she would his cock.
My legs felt like jelly as I neared closer to my orgasm, Harry pushing me on with dirty talk. He reached up and squeezed my breasts. “That’s right, kitten. Ride my face just like that,” Harry said. His voice was muffled under me but it was enough to drive me over the edge. Harry flicked his tongue at just the right angle, making me feel like my insides were on fire and like I was riding on a cloud.
“Fuck, baby. Right there,” I moaned breathlessly. Harry continued flicking his tongue rapidly as he squeezed my ass and smacked it harshly. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as a strong orgasm rippled through my body and my juices spilled on Harry’s tongue. Muscles taut and toes curling, a series of involuntary moans pushed past my lips. I had to lift myself off Harry’s mouth otherwise I’d be screaming loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.
Harry kissed the inside of my thighs sweetly before flipping me under him. His lips pressed softly to my cheek, neck, and down my body as he pushed my shirt— or rather his shirt— above my breasts. His tongue swirled around both of my nipples briefly before leaving my body entirely.
A sigh left his lips as he fumbled with the hem of his shorts that he began pulling down. I was starting to feel bad for waking him up after only a couple hours of sleep. “Harry, you don’t have to do that,” I said, trying to push his hands away but he smacked them away.
“You wanted this, didn’t you, love?” He said, a tired smile spreading across his lips. His eyes were glowing even with his dark pupils engulfing the emerald irises.
Harry discarded his shorts on the floor before mounting me. He spread my legs wide and positioned himself on his knees in between mine, all while pulling my hips towards him more. A grunt of approval came from him as he rubbed my wet slit with the tip of his cock. I held my breath as he pushed in, never getting used to the way it felt having his length in me.
Once he was fully in me I couldn’t hold my breath anymore. Harry began thrusting into me slowly but deeply. I could tell he was concentrating hard on everything that made me feel good as his eyebrows furrowed deeply. His hips rocked back in forth at a slow pace, which usually had me growing impatient but this time it felt just right.
Our skin stuck together as his hips glided into my softly. The air in the room was filled with my soft moans and Harry’s heavy breathing. I love the way he looked when he fucked me so good like this. It was like the only thing that mattered to him was that I was content and feeling all the pleasure I could, having it all come from him.
One of his large hands squeezed my breasts before sliding up to wrap around my neck. I couldn’t hide the devilish grin that spread across my face, and I knew that Harry saw it too. “You like that, don’t you? Hmm, you like it when daddy chokes you a bit?” Harry cooed quietly. A cheeky grin twitched at the corners of his mouth, making large dents in his cheeks. It made me giggle but the feeling was so good that I couldn’t suppress my moans.
I didn’t mean to whine and moan so much but this slow pace was driving me to the edge. Harry’s soft lips were slightly parted with his bottom lip always jutting out and begging to be kissed and sucked on. I pulled him closer so I could do just that, not caring that sleep was on his breath. At first, his lips moved lazily on mine but they soon gave in and melted onto my skin. Harry’s tongue was always first to invade my mouth but it was never in a bad way.
Harry’s pace began to quicken, making him hit the right spot more frequently now and leaving me a moaning mess under him. My fingers tangled in his hair as his lips moved from mine to my neck. My other hand squeezed his ass because I knew how much he liked it. Harry always thought it was my silent way of begging him to go deeper and hit harder. And that’s exactly what he did.
“Shit,” Harry groaned as his hips crashed against mine faster and harder. The bed creaked under us, making me smile because you’d think that a multimillionaire like Harry would have more than enough money to buy a bed that was less noisy. He claimed that he liked the sounds it made when he’s fucking me good.
“Fuck me,” I whined softly in Harry’s ear. There’s nothing more that he loved than to hear me whining and begging in his ear while he fucked me deep like this. I couldn’t control my moans anymore and my muscles were growing taut. I knew harry could feel my walls clenching around him based on the helpless moans omitting from him that he tried to conceal. Words need not to be spoken as my moans spoke for me, reaching a higher volume than before. My toes curled and my stomach knotted, leaving my body shaking as I climaxed around Harry’s cock.
As I caught my breath, Harry continued thrusting inside of me. “C'mon, baby. Cum for me. I know how much you like fucking me like this, yeah? You like when I squeeze my walls around you like that?” I whispered in Harry’s ear before nibbling on it.
“Oh, fuck me,” Harry groaned. It took a few more strokes and the aid of my moans to get Harry to come inside of me. His warm release filled me up in a way that I would never get used to.
For a moment we just lied there panting and being lost for words. Looking up at the ceiling, I was seeing more than just the chandelier. I was seeing stars and colors even though the room was nearly pitch black. Harry always had this affect on me and I knew I had it on him too.
When I was finally done struggling for air, I felt Harry’s soft lips pecking my neck and chest. “Such a horny girl. Maybe I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long,” Harry said with a chuckle. He pulled himself out of me, making me whimper at the sudden cold and emptiness, and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back, he had a wet rag that he used to clean me up with before using it on himself.
“You’re so good to me,” I said softly. Harry climbed back into bed with me and pecked my lips.
it was no surprised that Bully!Geto and Bully!Gojo picked on you. you were every bullies dream—fat, round, pizza face acne, dorky glasses, and unable to stand up for yourself.
everything they looked for when it came to picking on people. they naturally gravitated towards you whenever they felt like assholes.
they got a kick from shoving you in lockers and shoving their dicks in you—like now.
"choke on it, lard ass"
Geto said cruelly, his hands gripping your oily hair as he thrusted his dick in and out of your mouth. you were on your knees, just in your panties because they had stripped you down. your baggy clothes discarded somewhere along with their clothes somewhere in the empty classroom.
Gojo was to the side, recording the scene and chuckling. he wasn't subtle about it either—his phone flash on and proud.
Geto grunted as he picked up the pace, his eyes locked on you as he fucked your mouth. "f-fuck. keep suckin'" his free hand slapped your cheek roughly.
your throat burned and you were gagging helplessly around his cock, your pudgy hands rested on his thighs in a fist to help stabilize yourself. your eyes closed shut to hide your teary eyes. you coughed around his dick but that didn't waver him, his mushroom tip hitting the back of your throat. that'd leave a bruise.
he suddenly pulled out and came all over your face—groaning at both the feeling and the sight. his white ropes splurting all over your face, coating your glasses and acne face. his cum dripping down the apples of your cheeks like tears. "did you catch that?"
he smirked, glancing at gojo.
gojo had the same sickening smirk
"fuck yeah i did." ending the video and saving it to his album dedicated to just you that him and geto shared.
"gonna do numbers on twitter, aren't ya fatty?" he cooed condescendingly
you tried to catch your breath, trying to clean your glasses and face free of his seed but you were quickly stopped
"ah, ah. you aren't done, slut." getos voice was laced with mischief and something much daker, taking off your glasses and putting them on a desk. "leave my mark." it wasn't a request or suggestion—it was a demand. a rule that he put in place.
your eyes were teary, feeling cold and exsposed. but you would be lying if you said you weren't wet. that your panties didn't have a wet spot seeping through. that you wished for more praise... you were equally as mentally fucked up as them.
"....s'jus l-leave me alone-" you sniffled, you lips forming into a deep frown. your lips were already puffy from being roughly kissed prior to this. but, you did kiss back. you wanted more of those 'sweet' moments.
geto eyebrows raised, his smirk worsening. you were so pathetic, so fat, so adorable...so theirs. like a little fat pup trying to fight back against them.
but he noticed how your chubby legs squeezed together, the smell of your wetness wafting around under their noses—teasing them. they almost felt bad. almost.
"that was round one. He didn't get his turn" geto pointed back at gojo with his thumb. and your eyes followed where he gestured to and met eyes with gojo. him having a stupid grin on his stupid fucking handsome face.
"almost forgot about lil ol' me?" gojo teased with something cruel underneath his voice "guess i have to make you remember me. c'mere, fatty." he started unbuckling his belt, walking closer.
——
"f-fuck! get a c-closer angle-"
he was buried balls deep in your fat pussy, your pudgy legs over his shoulders, smushed underneath him. his muscular chest against your boobs, his abs pressed against your belly. your pubic hair brushing against his v-line with each thrust. he was jack-hammering you.
Geto was jerking off on the sidelines and filming, zooming on the lewd scene of where his dick was disappearing and reappearing from your pussy. your fatass pussy was sopping with your own juices—you were withering and moaning under him helplessly, your toes curling.
"a-ah!-" you squeeked out, your eyes became teary and started to sob from pleasure. not from pain this time.
Gojos face was hovering right over yours, analyzing you. his blue eyes trying to meet yours but your eyes were squeezed shut. he was such a perv. both of them. his thrusts were cruel
"you cryin?" gojos ego was inflating like crazy. he turned his head and gave geto a cocky look. as in 'im better, suck it' kind of look.
geto just scoffed and focused on recording but flipped him off with his free hand.
his thrusts were quick, snappy, and his dick filled you up perfectly, your pudgy legs shaking. you sobbed, tears streaming down the apples of your cheeks, mixing with getos drying sperm.
"s-sh-shit-" you cried out, your hands desperately gripping his biceps as your fat hips bucked wildly. and before you knew it—you squirted. soaking both yourself and gojo.
gojo groaned and fucked your through it before cumming as well. one final thrust and he emptied his sperm inside your womb, biting back a mewl. your fatass pussy was too good. he pulled out, letting your legs off his shoulders.
"fucked this whale good." gojo chuckled, wiping his forehead from sweat
geto stopped the video and stretched. "next time i get pussy." he called dibs before putting back on his clothes.
Gojo stood up as well and got changed. "yeah, yeah.... i don't give a shit. a hole is a hole."
and with that... they left. left you leaking on the cold classroom floor as the post-sex clarity slowly wore off—you felt cold and lonely. you wanted them to come back. to notice you again. you'd have to get their attention next time. you already missed their wandering hands and mean words.
