𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑
DAY 5: PREGNANCY
Kyoraku Shunsui 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
Requested by: @the-witch-of-one-piece ➡ Hello my beautiful soul sister!!! Ahh I’m so excited for this kinktober! I raced into your inbox trying to calm down my feral kink coming out of me 😂😂 if it’s okay to request Shunsui with a fem reader for day 5 pregnancy! This man would be the best soon to be daddy 🥺💜🛐 thank you so much my beautiful soul sister!!! TE AMO MUCHO !!!!!!! ➡ también te amo mucho my soul sister! 💖
tw: mdni. pregnancy kink. reader IS pregnant. nipple play. semi public sex. humping. vag sex.
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
The outcome of so many nights of passion showed beautiful in your body. The little bump growing strong and healthy, your anatomy changing, your mood somethings swinging.
You were preparing yourself, and the house, for the new life that would be there in some months. And while you did, the general captain of the Gotei 13 couldn’t help but praise you.
Sitting comfortably in the garden of the Shunsui manor, the soon to be dad enjoys a sip of his beloved sake. While you, comfortably enjoy gardening under a soft spring breeze. It was calmer than ever before, after all that had happened with the invasion none of you had time to be at peace for a long time.
“You are a goddess, my love” Kyoraku chimes, leaving the cup on a little table next to him.
“Shut up, you! I am getting fat, look…” you joke, you love more than anyone how beautiful your belly looks.
Shunsui stands up, sighing. He can’t let a queen think that way of herself. Walking a few steps towards you, he takes his hat in between his hands and bends over to where you are.
“I am not trying to be rude, so I will ask you to please excuse my language… but fat is how I get down there when I see you, miss” he murmurs, acting innocent despite saying such thing.
You leave the little gardening tool in your hand to look at him with your mouth open.
“Kyoraku Shunsui, would you mind watching your mouth in front of your baby?” you scold him, sweetly, while acting incensed at his words and caressing your belly.
He takes his hat to his naked chest in signs of being sorry, but all of a sudden he snatches in arms as if you where less heavy than a feather.
“Honey- what? What are you doing?!” you protest, while safe resting in his embrace.
“Listen here, the eyes you just gave me… you being pregnant, everything about you… ugh- believe me that the baby won’t tell for now” he says, walking calmly to the wooden swing you have in your garden.
Shunsui sits back, with you still in his arms. Despite your pregnancy he is way bigger than you in every sense.
He grunts and comfortably sits you over his lap. “Com’ere” he purrs, opening your yukata with absolutely no worries.
You are silent, but with a huge smirk on your face. You know what’s next and you want it so bad…
Shunsui seems to be gloating at how full your breasts are looking; pregnancy is making your body an experience he doesn’t want to miss; he wants to love you in every single stage of yourself.
“Allow me, before this belongs to someone else ~” he scoffs, while his hands cups one of your breasts and takes it to his lips.
You moan instantly after he plants the first kiss over your hard nipples. Everything has been feeling a lot more sensitive.
He sucks, slowly. He nibbles, kindly. He doesn’t want to hurt her precious wife nor coming baby.
Your back curls as he keeps playing, changing from breast to breast and sometimes burying his head in between them. His huge hand, lies on your warm back flesh, holding you for you to lie as comfortably as you please while he gives you pleasure.
You can’t help but begin to move back and forth, humping on his hardening crotch. You can feel his growth hitting against your core and in both cases getting wetter and needier. The motions of the swing also accompany yours, edging you two a state very close to climax.
“I…” you whine, urging your husband to fuck you.
“Already? But what if I hurt you…?” he asks, knowing too well he won’t. Kyoraku Shunsui enjoys your begging for his dick. He wants you to plead to be penetrated and pleased.
Panting, reaching his lips with yours, needy… “please, fuck me… do it…”
“How do you ask properly, doll?” he asks back, already lifting your hip enough for his hakama pants to slide down.
You swallow. You have always called him “daddy” and now, it won’t be the exception; this time Shunsui deserves more than ever to be called that way.
“Daddy, fuck me… please ~” you purr, letting your yukata to fall to the ground to show him in full display your beautiful “mommy” body.
He smirks, pleased. His hands first reach for your swollen belly, up and down and around your waist.
“Now, if I may… let daddy fuck you the way you deserve my sweet, beautiful mommy”
“Nghh… deeper… go- deeper, daddy!” ~
Summary - It's a corn fucking fic lads. Someone gets fucked with an ear of corn. Not much more to say aside from the fact there's heavy bdsm themes. Bon ape tit!
As far as Crane’s little tests went, this one was proving to be somewhat unique.
All it had taken was an off-colour comment about the dinner you had prepared for you both – a simple stew with a few sides littered around the rickety table which you had scrounged up within his workspace – and he had ordered you to stand from your seat and approach him, a task you completed in an instant as your naturally submissive dynamic settled over your skin like a thick veil.
Crane was dining in full costume, his Scarecrow grab wrapped around his thin frame as he had been pulled from work to have something to eat, and he hadn’t seen the point in changing anything when he fully planned to return as soon as he were finished.
Now standing before him, you flinch in place as his cool hands jump straight to your thighs – willowy, scarred fingers disappearing up your skirt to wrap around the waistband of your underwear and pull the scant fabric free of your ass. Heat rises in your cheeks as you allow him to slip the thin cotton panties free of your body, allowing them to fall carelessly to the floor as you willingly step free, feeling utterly exposed as a delicious anxiety alights in your chest, awaiting his next move.
“Raise your skirt and hold it in place.”
Your fingers move of their own accord as the smooth tenor of his low voice washes over you, the digits plucking at the hem of your skirt as you raise it to your waist – a fresh blush staining your cheeks as you were forced to showcase your most intimate self. A traitorous dampness rapidly makes itself known between your slit as you clench your cunt around nothing while Crane gazes as your sex with a calculating expression, his milky eyes casually switching between you and the dinner table.
One hand still gripping the flesh of your outer right thigh, his other hand – the one which often housed his fear gauntlet – skimmed over the table, delicately trailing over the small variations of different foodstuffs before landing on its intended target.
An ear of corn, boiled to perfection.
To the side of the bowl sat an even smaller bowl, this one filled with seasoned butter which was intended to add a little bit of flavour, and he ignored it entirely as he brought the thick length of corn back towards your prone body.
Something wicked and shameful washed through your system as you sussed out his intent. He was going to fuck you with it and your fingers trembled against the fabric of your skirt as a full-bodied shudder skittered its way down your spine. He had fucked you with objects before, setting your strained body up for failure as you were forced to choose between impaling yourself on a rubber cock which stretched you to the point of tears or choking yourself with a thin noose, but this was different. There was no planning here. Just a showcase of his power and how willing you were to accept it.
“I think we should warm up that lovely skin before we test just how depraved you are, little mouse.”
A sharp yelp escapes your lips as he slides the length of corn against your cunt and the intense heat against your sensitive skin – the temperature of the kernels still hot despite sitting on the plate since the meal began – feels almost scalding against the delicate skin, causing your knees to knock in place even as every instinct in your body screamed at you to pull away.
Relief is quick to sweep through your tensed skin as he slid the corn away, only to then twist it and replace it a moment later – sparking a fresh cry from your lips as the heated assault resumed. Biting your lips, the tension in your thighs makes your legs tremble as you fight against the urge to step away and escape the torment.
Your eyes meet Crane’s once more and you can feel the sadistic amusement at play there as he holds the corn in place for a moment longer, daring you to complain or attempt to escape. Knuckles white against your skirt, you refuse to give in even as he tests it out a few more times, every attempt seeking out more sensitive skin as he pushes the length roughly between your slit and grinds it hard against your exposed cunt.
Your teeth gritting against the hot discomfort, only soft mewls can slip through as he ensures that every inch of your wettened cunt was ‘warmed up’ by his ministrations. The heat was only just bearable, despite being cruelly intense, and it enough that the constant movement ensured that you would not be burned while also allowing every millimetre of skin to enjoy the scalding warmth.
He adjusts the length slightly and you scream out a sharp yelp as the tip of the corn presses against your clit – the sensitive bud sending a sharp jolt of pain through your body as your knees snap together and you jerk away, unable to take it any longer.
“Please. It’s too hot.” Your words are panicked and dripping regret as disappointment that you pulled away trickles across your skin. “I can’t take it. Please, Sir.”
“You could take it and more.” Crane chastises roughly, his deadpan tone revealing nothing of the very visible arousal which is tenting his darkened slacks as his hand fully removes itself from your cunt. “And maybe one day you will so I can enjoy those panicked screams as you feel your skin burn from the inescapable heat. But for the moment, I’ll show mercy. You have 20 seconds to adjust the temperature and then it goes inside you, no matter what.”
“Thank- thank you, Sir.” You stutter out as you drop your skirt, pluck the corn from his extended fingers and move quickly to the nearby sink. Turning the tap, you test the stream for a moment before washing the corn in the cold water, ensuring that every inch was cleansed and cooled as much as possible for what you knew was coming next.
“Time.” Crane calls out firmly after his internal count ends. His gnarled fingers immediately extend out to summon you back to him and you scurry back over to his side as he pushes his chair even further free of the dinner table.
Crane pats his knee, the movement slow and mocking, as he gives you a simple, non-verbal command. It’s a command you know intimately and the immediate throb of your cunt as you realise he plans to put you over his lap is embarrassing in its earnestness. It was one of his favourite places to keep you; painting and bruising your skin to a mottled range of abuses with his hands or a ruler or whatever item he pleased as you screamed and apologised for your mistakes.
The fact that the spankings always ended with either his cock or his fingers buried deep within your aching cunt also never hurt.
You drop smoothly to take a familiar, humiliating position across his knee, careful to avoid the metallic mechanism of his knee brace as you raise your ass up high, your short skirt riding further up with every small shuffle of your frame.
His fingers push within your cunt without warning, the sudden intrusion taking your breath away as he rubs the pads of his fingers against your walls, testing how wet and prepared you were with an almost clinical fashion. Arousal, hot and shameful in its intensity, pulses within your groin and you can’t help but writhe against him as he completes his examination, feeling more like a piece of meat than a wistful lover. Your breath comes in short gasps and you can’t help but roll your hips against his fingers, encouraging him to move faster.
“Sit still.” Crane warns and the words are a shock, like freezing water dashed across your skin as you force your body still. A rumble of approval rolls through his thin frame at the instant submission and he taps two fingers against your exposed ass. “Good girl.”
In an instant, his fingers pull free, but he leaves you no time to mourn their loss as something much larger moves to press at your hole, the slightly tapered end of the corn breaching the first inch of your cunt without difficulty. Your breath is held deep within your chest, the solid feeling of his knees beneath your stomach giving you something to ground yourself to as your fingers grip at the legs of the wooden chair Crane is still lounging on.
“You’re so wet already.” Crane growls. “Have you no shame? Are you really just a whore? A little mouse who is soaked at the prospect of being fucked by something as disgusting as an ear of corn.”
Already feeling thoroughly degraded and slave to the hot arousal which is tight across your groin, you give him a pathetic nod and follow the desperate move a hasty agreement as a soft yes falls from your lips. It’s enough to satisfy him and his hand is rough against your lower back as his other hand begins to slowly force the ear of corn against your fluttering hole.
The stretch draws a low discomforting keen from your lips as you spread your legs further and try to relax around the girth of the intrusion. It’s thicker than Crane, that was for sure, and you can’t help but imagine how your poor cunt will look once he’s finished, all fucked out and raw, reddened by his little off-the-cuff punishment.
With a grunt, the widest part of the corn pops within your cunt and you muffle the cry which threatens your lips by burying your mouth against your arm. Your flesh burning around the intruder, every small kernel adds a layer of sensation that allows a very pleasant arousal to rise aside the warmth – the feeling growing more intense as Crane slowly begins to pump the corn within you, building up a slow pace.
Your knees are spread as wide as the position would allow and you squirm against his steadying hand as stunted moans and whimpers break free of your lips. The feeling of his cock, hard and heavy against your stomach, makes your mouth water as you long for the familiar taste of him in your mouth.
Crane twists the corn unexpectedly and the movement pulls at your walls as every little ridge rubs itself against your most sensitive skin, a bolt of arousal making you jerk in place and grab on to his ankle.
“Do you think you could come like this?” Crane asks, flexing his leg beneath your grip as he picks up the pace on his movements – every thrust now pushing the corn a few millimetres deeper into your stretched cunt as he forced you towards a humiliating orgasm. “A whore so pathetic that even an object like this can get her off"
Perhaps after our meal I should organise a more involved punishment to correct this abnormal behaviour.”
“Yes, sir.” You agree, shame at the rapidly growing band of tension which spilled heat across your skin making you compliant as your cunt clamped around the corn.
“Ask me to make you come like this.”
His demand was met with a sharp increase in his pace, the ridged length within your cunt now moving rapidly as it pulled at and stimulated your fluttering walls with every messy pump.
“Please fuck me.” You beg, fingers scrambling against his legs. “Fuck me with the corn like the -pathetic whore-whore I am. Make me come with it.”
Crane complies and all it takes is one particularly cruel thrust which pushes the thick length so deep within your cunt that it knocks against your cervix, the added discomfort enough to push you over the edge as you come. Toes curling within your shoes, the band of arousal snaps and your cunt spasms around the corn – a shrill, stuttering cry making you shake in place as his thumb slips around to brush sadistic circles around your engorged clit. The added stimulation drawing out your release to the point of overstimulation as your bucking frame is held in place by his firm hand pushing down against your lower back.
Eventually, your movements still as the waves of pleasure recent and your aching cunt feels disgustingly wet and hollowed out as Crane pulls the thick length of corn free with a none-too-gentle yank. It’s a move that draws a fresh grunt from you as the wicked little kernels give you one last kiss of pleasure before a sense of emptiness settles in the abandoned space.
Your earlier thoughts return as you feel the cool air brush against your hole, the slight gape there cause a fresh flush of shame to roll across your heated skin. Reddened and fucked-out.
Just as he liked.
Crane’s hand released your back and you stand on trembling legs, not quite trusting the ground to remain solid below you as you allow your skirt to fall back down. Your release trickles free of your cunt, a wet and sticky mess that feels uncomfortable against your thighs as you await his next instruction.
One of Crane’s hands is pressed against the tented bulge of his cock, teasing his own length as he observes you with a heated gaze. The fingers of his other hand move to drop the slickened ear of corn to the closest plate, the ceramic clinking quietly against the wooden table.
“Now, return to your seat and finish your meal. Our lesson will continue once you are finished.”
This fic is my first offering for this years Kinktober. The tag will be #Kinktober23 for all of the fics if you want to keep up 💖😈
Kinktober Day 1- Mirror Sex (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)
aaaand here's day one! enjoy! also ps it's actually me in this clip talking to jason. he found me and we got married last weekend. go ahead and call me cal sudeikis.
pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader
word count: 1410
warnings: unprotected sex (bc sometimes it's hard to write the condom in, guys), mirror sex obviously, fingering, bad words
a/n: pumped this out for you guys before bed. obviously it is mirror sex and obviously it is rpf so if that bothers you just scroll. if it bothers you then you may unfortunately be on the wrong blog.
find my masterlist here!
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Jason’s lips are hot and wet as they travel between your shoulder and neck. Every few kisses he nips at your skin, making your breath hitch. His hand slides over your figure clad in lingerie that you haven’t even worn for twenty minutes yet. You were admiring your figure in the mirror and Jason busted in on you before you could make your way to him.
You’re in between his thighs, facing the new mirror propped against the wall. Jason’s cock is as hard as a rock beneath you, and the more he teases you, the more you need it. His ankles are hooked around yours, prying your legs open.
“Look at you, honey.. Since when did you get so desperate?”, he teased. His words were followed by the warmth of his hand grazing the inside of your thigh. The other hand was splayed across your abdomen to keep you close.
“Shut u- ohh”, you let out a squeak as the pad of his pointer finger taps against your clit over the thin fabric. The action has you bucking your hips, searching for any friction to calm your hasty mind.
“Yeah? Tell me ‘bout it, sweet girl..”, Jason’s mouth was pressed to the shell of your ear. The words he spoke were low and you could feel him smirk against you as he stroked the backs of his fingers over the fabric covering your soaked pussy.
“It’s…”, with every stroke he added a bit more pressure. “Need more, Jase..”. He’d teased you so much that your mind was focused on one thing- sitting on his thick cock. The week was busy for you both, and instead of getting right to the point Jason seemed to have a different plan.
His left hand left its spot on your abdomen to cup the back of your head. Until now, your head had been thrown back on his shoulder, eyes closed and head spinning. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head foward. Your eyes met his in the mirror and it only fueled the fire burning inside you. Those strong arms wrapped around you, thighs flexing as he used them to hold your legs open… you were so far gone you barely registered his command.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror.. You stop, I stop.”
At this point you would’ve sold your soul for him to fill you. Your pussy was soaked and the fabric of your lingerie had taken the brunt of it. Jason stared into your eyes, expecting an answer.
“Oh.. okay. M’kay, just please-” you grunted and bucked your hips to chase his fingers again.
He lovingly shook his head and slid his fingertips under the damp fabric.
“So wet, honey.. So sticky..” you felt his cock throb against your ass as he spoke. His fingertips gathered your arousal and continued stroking over your clit. He knew this was one of the worst ways to tease you. The minimal friction was enough to turn you on, but not enough to satisfy you.
Two of his slick fingertips pressed gently into you and finally provided you with some relief. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your teeth dug into your bottom lip as he worked them into you. The pleasure was almost too much, almost enough to make you close your eyes again but you knew he would stop if you did. The fabric seemed to irritate him with how constricting it was so he was quick to pull it apart at the buttons over your crotch and expose your pussy to the cool air. Before you could react, his two fingers sunk back into you and prodded around to find the spot he knew would make you fall apart.
The tips of his long fingers rocked against the spongy spot inside you, and he knew he was there. He knew you so well by now. The way your moans raised an octave, the way your jaw dropped, the way you began to meet his thrusts.. “Oh- right there, huh? There you go, baby…”
“Jase.. Oh..I-”
“I know, hun. You’re okay.. Feels good don’t it?” He pulled you closer into him and began kissing at your ear. The image of the two of you in the mirror only added to the pleasure you felt. You hadn’t really watched yourself have sex before, but the image of him wrapped around you with his fingers working in and out of your dripping hole was another level of intimate. Sexy, too.
Jason’s fingers slipped out of you and he shimmied backwards so he could slip his boxers off. His cock was an angry red, dripping and begging to be inside you.
“Wanna watch, Jase..please?”, your words brought a dirty smirk to his face.
“That’s the plan, hun.. C’mere” he pulled you on top of his strong thighs and you barely had time to register his tip prodding your folds before he was lowering you down onto him. It felt so good to finally be full of him. His cock was so thick, so warm, and you began to pant as you situated yourself in an attempt to get all of him inside you.
Your eyes were glued to the sight beneath you, and you hadn’t even bothered looking in the mirror yet. A quick slap to your swollen clit grabbed your attention, though.
“Look, baby..”, Jason murmured while his hips slowly worked his cock into you. “Takin’ me so good.. S’meant for you, isnt it?”
You felt like you were in a daze as you took in the sight. The way your head was nodding at his words barely even registered in your brain. His blunt nails were digging into your thighs and he didn’t let up when you began grinding and bouncing on top of him. Your wetness began to gather at the base of his cock. A few drops fell onto the bed beneath you and the sounds it made as his cock plunged into you were filthy. It felt like you were being attacked from all of the sensations. You felt his hands on you as they roamed your skin and tugged at your nipples. His grunts and murmured praise went right to your pussy and you clenched around him at every sound he made. The bedroom smelled like sex, and you felt a sense of pride knowing that the love and desire you two shared did that.
“Fuck- that’s it, honey.. Want to watch you- hmm- cum on my cock.. I know you’re almost there, sweet girl…” and it was true. The way you breath hitched and your pussy spasmed was nothing new to him. Jason knew your body inside and out, and he knew you were about to have a fucking intense orgasm. The pads of his fingers pressed firmly against your clit and began to rub tiny circles against it. It only took you showing him how you take care of yourself one time for him to learn how you liked it- how you needed it.
Your words began to bleed into moans and grunts as you climbed the hill of pleasure. You knew it would be a fast descent.
“Oh, Jase.. I-... It’s so… fuck!”, it was no use. He kept his rhythm as you continued to babble and you could barely make out his strangled grunts through your moans.
Your pussy milked his cock as you tipped over the edge of your orgasm. It was intense- toes curling, eyes closing, mind numbing… all of the best things about an orgasm taken to the max.
Jason pulled you down more forcefully as he thrusted a few more times before burying himself deep in you. The throbbing of his cock was palpable and you whimpered at the sight of his balls tensing and releasing with each spurt of cum that painted your walls. Within seconds, it had began to leak out of you.
Jason shuddered when he pulled his spent cock out of you, and wasted no time pulling you back so that he could cradle you in his arms. One of your hands grabbed at his forearm while the other took hold of his bicep, keeping him close. Your breath came out in short pants as you came down from the high of your orgasm. Jason planted kisses all over your face and hair while his own chest heaved.
“That was… it was fucking good, babe.” you murmured with a dopey smile.
#!CC: deadoves! no warning. MDNI. [read the tags on original knktbr fic. this is still dc.]
note: soo, ive been craddlin’ this baby since 2019, only recently deciding to add Sukuna and Gojo. very begrudgingly posting it here, however i will not be updating if this flops. ik how tumblr is with long fics/series—unfair. so if you’re interested lmk or else you can read on my ao3 !!
You arrive at the old Kaisen house, adoring the scene. The demon sets his sights on you.
WC. 3.8k+
[I.] [II] [III.] | KINKTOBER ‘23 | plz reblog if you enjoyed, id love to reach an audience!
“We’re here,” Your eyes fluttered open, the sun rays spilling into your vision as you stirred awake. Beside you was your best-friend, Gojo Satoru, sitting back, his hand tugging at the hem of his damp shirt. You looked over at him then forward through the front window, met with an old gate. Behind it was the house, large in stature and almost intimidating as it stood in front of the afternoon sun, casting long shadows along the lawn.
“Looks like the gate is—”
“I got it!” You interrupted eagerly, unbuckling your seatbelt and leaping out the car. You made your way towards the gate, unlatching the metal and pushing it open. You then stood, admiring the house further.
It was a beautiful old giant, its Victorian style exterior being the highlight of it all. You glanced around you, noticing how the rest of the street seemed almost separated from your patchy plot of land. As if the neighboring houses were trying to get away. Segregated from the quaint smaller houses filled with decored and neat lawns, was your new home.
You made a motion towards the car, prompting Satoru to reach and grab the bag that held your prized item. You took your camera and eagerly paced back and forth near the entrance until you found a good spot to take a photo.
Yeah, there would be plenty of pictures in the future. The house was even more beautiful through the lens as you snapped a couple. In front of the house to the left was a large tree, nearly scarce of green leaves as it added more touch of age to the scene.
“How long are you going to be out there?” Satoru called, an arm draped over the open window. You could hear a tinge impatience in his tone but you didn’t move yet.
“Sorry! I’m coming!”
He sighed, leaning his head back against the headrest, fingers strumming against the wheel. A thin coat of sweat beaded along his skin, slicking his white locks down against his forehead.
This house really gave him the creeps. He understood you wanted to get away from everything but he didn’t think it would go this way.
A couple months ago, he had visited you in the city and was surprised by the fact that you were wanting to move out. Not just out of the apartment but out of the entire area. You told him you wanted a change in pace, in scenery. To quit your current job for the time being and just be at peace. He honestly thought you were out of your mind but after coming to terms with how that life was treating you, he supported the decision. He was your best friend, he would always support your decisions, even the…bold ones.
His eyes scanned the surroundings.
This part of town was quietly tucked in the country and had plenty of beautiful places to photograph and “run through fields” as he put it. Given the little population and even fewer vacancies, there weren't any options to live except for the old manor a little bit on the edge of town.
Being protective, Satoru didn’t waste time in Shadowvale’s research and made privy to the stories but he didn’t believe them. It was just a silly ghost legend made up by the oldheads to spook outsiders and the younger generations. But it didn’t stop him from telling you about them.
Being much like your friend to find the story silly, you laughed it off, ecstatic that you would finally be moving. And he wasn’t that far of a drive from you so he supposed it was fine.
Satoru watched as you finally circled back to the passenger side, eyes down on the camera screen. You got in, sighing at the gust of cool air. The car began moving again as it crept forward past the gate and along the dirt path that led up to the large house.
“Get any good shots?”
“Yes! It’s more beautiful through the lens than in person. And the way the light was hitting it…” Satoru smiled as he listened to you excitedly fill him in as if he could understand a half of what you were talking about.
. . .
“What is in here? ” Satoro croaked, nearly collapsing on the porch. He had one of your boxes in his arms, stumbling toward the door. Following close behind him was you with another box. You rested a foot upon the first step of the porch, ignoring the stressed creak it brought.
“Just clothes?” You honestly didn’t know. It could have been anything really and as far as you knew, it wasn’t even heavy. He probably just wanted something to complain about.
“They feel like bowling balls,” He sat the box down in the foyer, swiping at sweat that began to bead down his temple. You rolled your eyes as you followed behind him placing the box on top.
The sky was beginning to darken, more clouds obscuring the afternoon sky. Shadows seemed to appear in the dimness, warping spindly shapes across the lawn. The thicker clouds that seemed to come out of nowhere loomed over the countryside with promises of rain in the night.
You shivered, arms pricking in goosebumps as you crossed the threshold, placing down another box. It seemed so cold all of a sudden, a stark contrast to how it was nearly an hour ago when your clothes were practically melting against your skin. You jumped when you felt a firm hand grip your shoulder.
“Woah, jumpy already?” Satoru grinned, pinching your cheek. “If you’re gonna chicken out, tell me now so I won’t have to load the rest.”
“You’re just trying to get out of work, Gojo,” You playfully shoved his arm and made your way back to the car. The only thing that remained was your television, propped up at an odd angle because of its large size. The trek to the house was awkward with the screen nearly bigger than you, but you made it, sitting the appliance against the wall of the foyer.
At least the chill was gone, after having broken another sweat. You watched from the doorway as Satoru closed all of the doors. Once more, your eyes ventured up towards the sky, another shiver running down your spine.
“You okay?” He questioned, making his way towards the door. You nodded, stepping back to allow him inside before closing the door.
Sukuna’s canines were made visible as his malicious grin widened, stretching inhumanly against his face. Raven spikes jutted out every which way, a part only tamed enough to fall before his striking crimson eyes as he looked over the railing of the staircase. He ran a clawed finger teasingly over the wood, always touching but never feeling.
The demon licked his lips slowly, his intense gaze catching you and the way you ran your hands along your arms in the foyer. His claws began to strum lightly against the wood as he continued to watch you with focus.
You walked further into the house, in awe at how spacious the interior was. To your right was a winding staircase, leading up to what looked to be a balcony. Unaware of the demonic presence, your eyes linger in the place he stood before moving on to your left.
The foyer spilled into a wide den, already furnished with a couch and a couple love chairs covered in plastic. The plastic crinkled under your touch as your fingertips ran along the surface of the couch, seeking out small holes and other old looking stains.
Everything had an antiquated touch to it and you wondered how long the house had been standing, abandoned by its previous owners.
Your eyes wandered to the fireplace on the far end of the living room. The entrance was gated with a rusting metal. You squatted down, fingers running along the rough bricks. Frowning at the dust that gathered on your skin, you straightened, rubbing your hands against your jeans.
From the balcony, the demon had the perfect view of you. So curious, eyes darting around only to pause and inspect something of little significance just for you to do it all again. He watched as you made a circle around the den, studying everything your greedy eyes took in as if the sight were new.
“Gojo?” You called, making your way back towards the boxes.
Was that what the other one was called? Frankly, he couldn’t bother to care as he’d already signed off on him. He’d make a decent meal though.
“Yeah!” Satoru responded from the kitchen. You peered in that direction for a few seconds waiting for him to emerge. Rolling your eyes, your attention returned to the box you were squatted in front of.
“Don’t go running off. You still have to help me,” You whined, hands rummaging through the cardboard. Empty handed, you flipped over the flaps to a nearby box, doing the same thing.
“This sink doesn’t work! It's like… stuck or something,”
“Just leave it before you break it more. I’ll call someone tomorrow.” You shouted, standing up. You sighed, stretching as your little fingers wiggled upwards. Sukuna watched unmoving as you stretched, eyeing a brief sight of your tummy.
Those were a lot of boxes. Not the occasional suitcase or makeshift plastic bags he usually saw with squatters.
So you were moving in. He chuckled darkly.
He actually couldn’t determine if you were stubborn or just plain stupid. You probably thought that nothing existed beyond your little mortal realm, that no outworldly dangers could harm you.
The small chuckle developed into a much throatier laugh, the noise disappearing into nothing. He was about to disappear before his attention snapped back towards you, his hands gripping the peeling wood of the banister almost painfully as he leant over the bar.
You had gasped, his ears picking up on the familiarity of sound, quickly identifying it as surprise. Fear? Sukuna watched in intrigue as your eyes darted around for the source, only briefly ghosting over the place he stood. He remained frozen, holding his breath as you looked right through him.
You could’ve sworn you heard laughter. The floorboards creaked beneath your feet as you walked around, trying to strain your ear for whatever you heard.
“Toru?” Maybe he was on the phone or something.
Unfortunately for you, that second was all it took for the demon to be immediately interested in you.
For decades, he remained rooted to this cursed plot after his grisly death with the inability to be seen, felt, and most definitely heard. He only controlled the physical realm which made for a lot of entertaining nights for whoever dared to trespass. Not to mention he was granted his demonic familiars. They had no intelligence but it kept him company, he supposed. Less lonely being evil if he’s surrounded by the very essence.
But something about that little gasp as if you heard something illogical... It made him lick his lips, something dark and enticing settling into the pit of his stomach. His mind was racing with new fun and exciting things he wanted to do with this information.
Satoru finally emerged from the kitchen, his shirt spotted in darkness, hair dripping in water. You took one look at his disgruntled form and bursted out laughing, immediately forgetting about the noise you heard.
“Its funny that your new sink is janked up?”
“Janked up?” His seriousness only made it funnier. He sucked his teeth and made his way towards the boxes, hastily searching for a towel.
“What were you...even doing...in there?” You said in between giggles. He only ignored you as you wiped away the wetness that gathered in your eyes.
“Are you done?” He deadpanned. You nodded with a smile. He only scoffed before he started to bring out contents from one of the boxes. You then took your place next to him, sorting through the items.
“Hey, what was funny earlier?” You cut through the silence.
“What do you mean?” He crinkled his forehead.
“You were laughing at something. Did Suguru send a dumb meme or something?” You giggled. Your face only fell at his response.
“I wasn’t laughing and I haven’t spoken to him since last Tuesday.”
Little words were exchanged as he helped you unpack. He was probably still upset. After a while, you grew bored and wanted to venture around. Even though you’d already seen the house on the tour, you were itching to do something. Standing up, you brushed off your hands, attention venturing to the staircase balcony.
“Hey, I’m gonna go check out the rooms upstairs,” A simple grunt was made as Satoru looked towards you.
“I’m not getting paid to do this!” He shouted as you began your trek. You smiled, calling back, “The unwavering devotion to the best friend in the entire world should be enough to start right?”
Upon going up, you felt a weird chill and found yourself turning towards the wall. You paused midway, eyeing the surface where you saw what was assumed to be a large painting or portrait.
You couldn’t really tell with the dingy cloth that covered it. Your fingers itched to tear away the cloth to reveal what was underneath but you didn’t. This was just one of the many things left behind by the last owners and you felt if you did, it'd somehow be disrespectful. You should call the realtor to inquire about possibly having some of the stuff taken out of the house.
“Hey, I’m going to step out for a bit, I need some air,” Satoru called from the doorway, suddenly feeling nauseous. You leaned over the wooden balcony, amazed at how high you were. After waving him off, he walked out, the door creaking shut behind him and you turned, facing the hallway.
The way you stood there was kind of enticing, especially with the way your eyes darted around with that same greedy look he noticed before. But something else was mixed with it, Sukuna noticed.
Unease.
He could sense it in the way you tensely rocked on the balls of your feet, looking between the few rooms that lined the dark hallway. Sukuna stood at the very end on the hall, leaning against the peeling door with arms crossed, watching for your next move. He really wanted you to walk his way so he could get a taste of that nerve-racked aura but much to his dissatisfaction, you chose the first room on the left.
It was fine, he could be patient. He only had the rest of his eternal death.
With a menacing grin, his form shivered, bending into the light until he was gone.
. . .
Even though you’d seen the rooms on the tour, viewing them again took your breath away once more in how spacious it was. Every part of the house exuded mystery and refinement. The bathrooms had surprised you the most; one being nearly as big as the bedroom, having room for a large claw-footed bathtub, a shower, plus two sinks. Giving one last look, you decided that it did pair nicely with the room attached. As expected, the large king-sized bed was still there, neatly made. Deciding to exit out the bedroom, you made your way toward the door.
“What the…” You tried the knob, jerking the brass but it was stuck. You tried once more, taking the handle between both hands and jiggling it as hard as you could.
You could see the wooden door moving against the frame but it wouldn’t open. This didn't happen on the tour. You stepped back, deciding to go through the other way but stopped in the middle of the bathroom, an eyebrow lifted in confusion.
Did you close the door behind you?
It was shut just like the other. No...you didn’t think you did. You moved towards the door turning the handle.
It was stuck too.
“Gojo?” You called, gripping the doorknob. Was he messing with you? You pulled and pushed with more force now, pacing to the other door to be met with the same result. Your stomach churned thickly as your skin began to prickle with heat.
“Gojo, open the door! This isn’t funny!” You called slapping your palm against the wood. You were beginning to grow frantic until finally, the door gave way.
Stumbling forward, you immediately gag at the sour odor that hit your nose. It smelled rotten and it caused you to cover your face with your arm.
But the odor was immediately forgotten when your eyes settled on the sight of the last room. You moved to the large rectangular window across the way, the sides framed by flowing curtains. It ran from the edge of the ceiling, stopping just above the hardwood floors.
The view outside was just as breathtaking as the first time, spreading over the fields of the rural side. You could see some houses peppering the golden hills of early autumn land.
“Wow,” You whispered, moving around the room. There was a queen-sized bed on one side, neatly made in a similar fashion as the one in the other room. Against the other wall was a desk.
You fell back onto the bed, breathing in deeply despite the rank smell. You loved it, everything from the antiquated vibes to even the apparently faulty doors.
You felt really at home, a feeling you haven’t had since your life in the city. You laid there, basking in the final fleeting heat rays of the setting sun until you suddenly tensed, eyes snapping open. Hairs stood up on your skin, making you shiver slightly.
That same chill.
Sitting up, your eyes scanned the empty bedroom. The shadows shifted in the corner, tricking your peripheral into moving your full attention in the area. Getting up, you moved over to the opposite side, running your fingertips along the smooth walls. It was just a simple corner, void of that special something. That something that you decided you were definitely going to set up as your photography corner. You smiled, trying to think of that instead of the foreboding unease that just wouldn’t leave you alone.
From behind you, Sukuna stood close, clawed hands reaching out to trace the outline of the nervous aura that you emitted despite your exterior calmness. When he brushed your neck, you jumped, whipping around, eyes wide.
Nothing.
But it was most definitely something, you rubbed the back of your neck, eyes darting around until you decided it was just a draft. Your walk toward the door was brisk though and if he'd known better, it almost seemed like you were in a hurry, as if you couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
The door creaked shut behind you.
. . .
“Have fun exploring?” Satoru asked as you bounded down the stairs, not even looking up from his phone. He decided not to tell you about the sudden sickness that overpowered him earlier instead deciding your bliss was something he didn’t want to ruin.
You nodded, expressing your excitement for the way you were going to set up your hobby station. You looked on the coffee table to see a box labeled Photography, in his sloppy scribble. Satoru looked up, catching your gaze.
“Before I go, I wanna get a picture of us,” When you raised a brow, he smiled before continuing.
“In your new pad. It’d be the first picture you take since the city and y’know, since I did most of the grunt work its the least I’m owed. Besides, by the time you get settled in, there’ll be photos scattered everywhere by next week,” You both laughed.
“Sure thing Toru,”
Another hour had passed after some coaxing to help you actually settle in. Satoru helped you place them where they belonged. Bags of cutlery, pots, pans and other kitchen ware were all sat upon the glass table in the dining room. You forgot how beautiful this area was, spacious and home-y for meal nights, which you were looking forward to. It was separated by an island, the other side made as a kitchen.
Your photography stuff and your clothing were taken upstairs to the room where it was placed on the desk.
“Isn’t this room amazing?” You beamed, arms spread wide as you stood in the center. Satoru stood in the doorway, looking everything but impressed. Something about the space bothered him, yet he couldn’t determine why. For you though, he smiled genuinely.
“Yeah, I think it it was made just for you,”
By the time you were done, exhaustion was heavy on you both. By now, the promised photo was long forgotten and you were on your porch, clinging onto your best friend in a tight embrace.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” He smiled, shaking his head as he once more expressed how early he had to be up for work. It was lucky he was in only the next town over, but it didn’t ease the lonely pit in your stomach as you watched him get into his car.
As Satoru drove away, his eyes glanced in the rearview mirror, watching as you waved him off. His attention wasn’t on you though, but on the looming presence of the house seeming to swallow your body.
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No picture today because there's none that would capture this chapter that tumblr would allow me to post. 🤣
Fandom: Fourth Wing - The Empyrean
Pairing: Violet/Liam/Xaden - Violiaden
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Continuation of Part of our "Us".
Liam followed Xaden's and Violet's invitation to join them for a threesome. He's not so sure Violet can actually take both his and Xaden's cock at the same time, but if it's what she wants... He surely won't go and tell her what she can or can't do.
AN: This picks exactly up where the previous short about them ended.
The feedback I got after the first part about these three was amazing, thank you all so much! I was nervous about how people would react to this ship, and I'm so happy to see I'm not the only one who thinks they'd make a lovely triad. 🥰
Also, I'll leave it to you what this title means. 😌
@kinktober2023 and on AO3
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Violet
Xaden always complains that I’ll be the death of him one day, but I actually think it’s the other way around. One day, I’ll die from the pleasure he lets my body endure. And it’ll be a very happy death.
Relentlessly, he swipes his tongue along my slit, pushing inside me, and the unbearably sweet pleasure makes me moan. Even though I just came two times, on Liam’s cock and tongue, I can already feel my next orgasm building, my muscles tensing in anticipation. Sometimes, my ability to come so many times in a row feels more like a curse than a blessing, especially with how perfectly Xaden can push all my buttons. Beneath his hands—and mouth and cock and just about every fucking part of his body—I’m helpless, can’t do anything but give in to the inevitable pleasure.
I’m going to be so sore tomorrow…
But maybe, I can repay him at least a bit tonight. The position I’m in, sitting on his face and with my head resting on his pelvis, is perfect. Grinning to myself, I reach for his cock, hot and flushed resting right next to my face, and lick away the white pearl of pre-come at its tip. Xaden moans when I take him into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my clit, and maybe this is going to turn on me pretty quickly, given how much I enjoy sucking him off. But at least I can take him with me then. Hopefully.
“Oh, shit,” a deep voice growls next to me.
My entire body tenses with another wave of arousal as I remember. We’re having an audience. More than that, actually. From the corner of my eye, I glance at Liam, his lips glistening wet and parted where he’s watching me. His hand is around his cock, already hardening too after fucking me not so long ago, and that sight makes me feel a bit better. Apparently, I’m not the only one with an insatiable desire here.
Well, we’d meant to give him a show, didn’t we? So maybe, it’s time to get started with that.
Keeping my gaze on Liam, I wrap my lips around Xaden’s girth more firmly and sink down a bit further, taking him deeper. His eyes widen, and he gasps, just as Xaden groans when I whirl my tongue around his tip. Oh, this is brilliant.
I never enjoyed being the centre of attention, always tried to blend in with the background at any larger gathering my mother dragged me to. But this is different. Here, with both Liam’s and Xaden’s attention fully focused on me alone, I feel a rush I’ve never known before. What I do affects them, proven by the wanton groans they both let out as I keep working Xaden’s cock, and it gives me a heady sense of power.
However, I soon realise it’s just an illusion, and it cracks quickly. No matter how hard I suck Xaden, how deeply I let him slide down my throat, it’s not that easy to break his control, to make him come when he doesn’t want to yet. Especially not when I can feel Liam’s gaze on me like a physical touch, when Xaden twitching in my throat turns me on just as much as him fucking me with his tongue.
But I won’t give up that easily. Even though I can feel my next orgasm building at the base of my spine, my legs tensing around Xaden’s head, I sink deeper down his cock, let him slide down my throat until my nose is pressing against his balls. Trying to keep my gag reflex in check and warding off the rising tide of pleasure in my guts, I swallow around him, determined to make him come with me. My head is empty of all thoughts, filled only by sensations; the pulsing heat against my tongue, Xaden’s lips closing around my clit, pleasure zapping through every part of my body.
“Oh, shit,” Liam curses, shifting to get a closer look. “H-how… how can you take all of him? That’s…”
I can’t hear what else Liam says, not when Xaden mercilessly flings me over the edge with his too-skilled mouth. My scream is muffled around Xaden’s cock, the world around me blinking out of existence as pleasure consumes me. Relentlessly, it races up my spine and explods in my head, wrecking my entire body with wave after wave of tremors even though I can hardly move an inch. Xaden still holds my hips tight to his face, his mouth ruthlessly continuing to ravish me, and I cling to his legs, his cock, as if I’ll lose myself should I dare to let go.
Fuck, this is insane. How can every new orgasm be more intense than the last? How am I supposed to survive this?
But I can’t think about that, not when my mind is still buzzing with bliss, my body riding out the aftershocks of my climax—and Xaden’s mouth still working between my thighs.
Oh, no… I whimper, begging for mercy, but I know I won’t get any. (Not unless I were to use my safe word, that is, but I don’t feel like I’ll be needing it tonight.) Xaden loves eating me out until I can’t take anymore, and he knows too well that one orgasm is far from my limit. Trembling with the slight pain of overstimulation, my traitorous body even grinds itself harder against his tongue, begging for more, and who am I kidding? I want more. Need it like the air to breathe.
Moaning around Xaden’s cock, I give in to the inevitable, rolling my hips harder against his mouth in search of more stimulation. Xaden chuckles, doubling his efforts as his cock twitches and I’m forced to pull back a little. I know he’s already won with how pleasure is gathering on top of my previous orgasm again, but I’m too proud to give up. Moving in time with my hips, I bob up and down his cock, drool slicking up his entire length and balls. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to break through his iron stamina, at least once. Maybe having Liam watching us, groaning and fisting his cock in time with my movements, will affect Xaden as much as it affects me, turning him on and pushing him faster towards the edge.
I cling to this hope, my mouth working his cock with desperate intensity even as the pleasure crests once more and breaks, flooding my body, drowning me. I clutch at the bedcovers as I’m shaking all over, spasming, out of control, and my muscles are clenching hard, nearly painfully. It’s too much, so good, I can’t bear it, never want it to end. I’m dimly aware of shrieking, Xaden’s length still halfway down my throat, but can’t process anything, only that my body is burning with pleasure, falling apart, shattering, and my vision momentarily turns black as everything becomes too much.
I come to to lying on my back, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Xaden is leaning over me, a smug smirk on his face as he brushes sweaty hair out of my face. “Nice try,” he purrs. “But you should know better by now. Although, if you’re this hungry for cock, I’m sure Liam would be more than happy to provide.”
I’m too blissed out to turn my head, but I can hear Liam groan somewhere nearby, cursing low under his breath. And the crazy thing is, even though I can hardly move after these two orgasms in a row… my guts are clenching deliciously just thinking about sucking Liam off. Fuck, I’m so screwed.
It doesn’t take much, only a few minutes of Xaden massaging my trembling muscles, before I have my lips around Liam’s cock, moaning at the taste of both him and me on my tongue. I can barely think, only act, licking over every inch of him and relishing in how he gently rocks into my mouth, his hands on my head to guide me.
I am on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, with Liam standing before me while Xaden kneels somewhere behind me. I don’t know what he’s doing, don’t care, my mind slipping into no-thought-only-feel territory. I don’t need to know what he’s doing because I already know it’ll be okay. I don’t need to care because he cares for me. I can let myself fall because I know he’ll catch me, guide me, hold me.
“So hot,” he murmurs, leaning over my back. “Do you like Liam’s cock? It certainly looks like it. Fuck, I think he might come again soon. You’re too good at this for your own good.”
Liam groans, but I beam at his praise, my chest swelling with warmth. My tongue works even harder against Liam’s length, against the sensitive part below the tip and the pulsing veins, and I relish in his increasingly needy sounds, in the way his hands in my hair tighten almost against his will.
“I need to stretch you for later, Violence. Try not to break Liam completely over there until I’m done here.”
“Haha,” Liam gasps, but the movements of his hips slow down a bit. “Very funny. As if I—fuck!—as if I’d let this chance slip away.”
Something inside my mind perks up at his words, but I’m too far gone to care. All I know is that he’s too careful. I want him deeper down my throat, want him to fill me completely. So I’m actually grateful for Xaden grabbing my cheeks and letting his thumb brush over my rim, my body jerking forward on instinct.
“Shit!” Liam curses as I take him completely all the way to his base, his legs trembling. “Don’t you have a gag reflex?”
Xaden huffs a laugh, his fingers persistently massaging around my hole. “She does,” he answers in my stead, knowing I’m in no position to reply. “She’s just very good at ignoring it when it’s in the way of what she wants.” He leans over me and places a row of gentle kisses down my spine, comforting and reassuring. Full of love.
They stop talking for a while, for which I’m grateful. It means I can focus solely on what I feel, Liam gliding in and out of my mouth, across my tongue, his weight and girth oddly comforting, grounding, and Xaden working me open. His motions are slow and careful but intense, never going so far as to hurt me but clearly skirting the edges of what I can take. One finger, then a second and a third, moving in and out of me to get my muscles to relax. With almost surprising gentleness, he rubs his oiled fingers against my sensitive inner walls, and I can’t help but moan at the sublime sensation. Fuck, I love it when Xaden plays with my ass, it’s so good. It’s not that I can come from this, and even with him working my clit in addition, it would take far longer, but still. It’s a different kind of pleasure, softer, not as demanding. Comfortable. Or maybe, that’s it, that it gives me a break from the burning pleasure and instead fills me with warm delight, with anticipation.
Even as he shifts behind me and pushes his cock into me—drawing a deep guttural groan from my chest with how full I feel that in return makes Liam curse at the vibrations around his cock—I feel more like floating in a sea of pleasure than drowning in it. There is no burning fire, nothing pushing me toward my next climax, only white pleasure pooling in my body as he stretches me wide open, tame and content to wait.
I could stay forever like this, suckling on Liam’s cock and relishing every drop of pre-come he releases as Xaden slowly rocks into my ass. And with him nearly just using me to warm him instead of actual stimulation, I know Xaden could hold out for quite a while, too. However, Liam is another matter. I don’t know his signs yet and I’m not in the right mind space to be observant, but even I notice that he’s close, his finger in my hair twitching, his breathing harsh.
Smiling to myself, I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, sucking harder, my tongue stroking the underside of his shaft. And I get why Xaden enjoys eating me out so much; witnessing Liam fall apart is quite the spectacle. The way his fingers tighten around my head in anticipation, how the muscles in his abdomen clench, his legs trembling.
I swallow him down as he comes in my mouth, humming at his taste, at the garbled cry that drops off his lips. Behind me, Xaden groans, his cock resting deeply in my ass, his hands gliding up and down my back, my sides. “Fuck, you two are so hot.”
I deliberately clench my muscles around him and chuckle at his grunt once Liam pulls out and sinks back onto the bed next to me.
“Shit,” he gasps, catching his breath. He drops a hand onto my shoulder where I’m lying on the bed now, smiling happily. “That was… fucking perfect.”
“Anytime,” I wink.
Xaden, returning from cleaning himself up, snorts. “She means that. You can probably feed her your cock whenever you like, and she’d even be grateful for it.”
“Only because you so rarely let me suck you to completion,” I pout.
Smirking, Xaden crawls on top of me, my body singing at all the places his skin brushes against mine. “Because I prefer feeling you come on my cock when I do. Is that such a bad thing?”
Humming, I brush my lips against the corner of his mouth. “No, not really.” My lips part easily when he kisses me, his tongue stroking along mine like an invitation to dance, and I can’t help but smile against his lips. He barely holds himself up above me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress, and I wrap my arms around his back, longing to feel as much of his skin as possible.
“Gods, you two are so cute, I might get sick,” Liam comments, but there’s no bite in his voice, only humour and something soft I can’t quite name.
Chuckling, Xaden rolls halfway off me, and I’m momentarily mesmerised by how… how unguarded he is. It’s not new to me, seeing him like this, especially not in bed. But it’s the first time I see this side of him around someone else, the hard Wingleader front entirely discarded for now. Liam truly must be special to him.
“I meant what I said earlier, you can always join in,” Xaden smirks, but then turns a little more serious again. “How much of a break do you need?”
Liam huffs a laugh. “Around you two? Not long. Give me a few minutes, then I’ll be good to go again.”
“Good,” Xaden beckons Liam closer, then pulls him into another kiss, giving me the perfect view of them making out practically on top of me. “Because I’m not sure how many more orgasms Violet can take tonight.”
My eyes widen as they both turn on me as if on some secret code word, both men grinning deviously. I know they shared partners before, Xaden told me about that, but—fuck!—I didn’t expect it to be like this.
They descend on me like two hungry lions, their hands and mouths everywhere. Liam kisses me, but I can barely focus on it, can only let him ravage my mouth as Xaden claims my nipple between his teeth, his fingers playing with the other one, biting and sucking and pinching until my back arches and I press myself closer against him, needing more.
What follows is a wild mess, from my point of view at least. There’s no pattern I can discern in how they switch around between kissing my lips and my body, their hands on my breasts, between my legs, caressing over every inch of my skin. I quickly get drunk on how both their bodies are wrapped around me, losing the orientation in an ocean of heated skin and hard muscles, soft lips regularly stealing my breath. Every time I try to reach for one of them, try to control a kiss or lean into one sensation specifically, they turn me around again, changing the playing field until I can’t tell up from down anymore, the only small spec of orientation I get the different shades of their skin.
The first time, I come on Liam’s fingers, unexpected with how they keep me on a constant high, and my shriek gets muffled by Xaden’s tongue in my throat. The second time, I’m grinding against someone’s cock against my clit, coating whoever it is in my slik as two mouths nibble and suck on my neck, my head thrown back in ecstasy. After that, I lose count, lose myself completely between them, between their kisses, their touches, between whispered words and sounds of pleasure, between these two men who’re closer to me than anyone else ever was. And I’ve never felt so good, so safe, so cherished. So loved.
I don’t know when they stopped, only register that they must have as I lie cradled in Xaden’s arms, his lips soothingly brushing along my jaw as I slowly register my surroundings again.
“Oh, fuck,” I mewl, leaning closer to Xaden’s comforting warmth. “Wh-what… what was… that?”
Xaden chuckles and brushes a kiss against my forehead. “Are you okay?”
I laugh. “Okay? Yeah, I think so. But, fuck, that was just… holy shit.”
On my other side, Liam snorts. “So much for not breaking me. Are you sure you can take more?”
I turn my head to look at him. He’s hard again, I notice, but from the true concern in his eyes, I know he wouldn’t hold it against me if I said no now, just like Xaden, who’s hardness I can feel pushing against my thigh. “Yeah. Just give me a moment to feel my legs again, then I’m good.”
Xaden snorts, mischief in his eyes. “I mean, it’s not as if you’ll need your legs for what’s next. In fact, I expect you won’t be able to use them as usual for a couple of days after this. But sure, you can have a few minutes.” He turns to Liam, who’s unashamedly grinning at his words. “So, do you want her ass or her pussy? Your pick for tonight.”
My breath hitches as I’m reminded of tonight’s plan. Of what I asked for. Taking two cocks at once already sounded intense when I was merely picturing it. Now having a better idea of the two cocks in question, though… Despite the wringer Xaden and Liam put me through just now, my inner muscles already clench again, eager to finally feel them inside me.
Liam smirks, raking his eyes down my body. “I think, I’d like her ass. I already had her pussy and mouth tonight, and there’s just something about filling every single one of her holes, you know?” He winks at me.
Oh, shit. There he is, the shamelessly flirty side of Liam I’ve come to like, except ramped up to a level of confident cockiness that makes heat pool in my belly once again. If this is how Liam behaves once he puts aside all insecurities… then I’ll be so fucked between these two, not just tonight but in the future as well.
Gods, I can’t wait.
Xaden huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll take your word for it.” He gets off the bed and holds a hand out for me. “Can you stand, for a moment at least? Or should Liam carry you?”
I throw Liam a glance, and judging by the smirk playing around his lips, he’d do just that. “I’m good,” I say, and scramble off the bed, curious about how they’re planning to go about this. Xaden wouldn’t tell me and aside from the few details Rhiannon mentioned the other day, I have no idea what positions might work.
“Come here.” Xaden guides me a couple of steps away from the bed, then stands directly in front of me. He takes my head between his hands, then lets them glide down to the base of my neck, his thumps brushing along my jaw. “You know you can call for an end at any moment, remember? If it gets too much or doesn’t feel good, you don’t have to go through with anything, especially not for our sake.”
I nod, smiling. “I know.”
Xaden takes a deep breath and nods as well. “Alright.” he reaches for my hands and guides them up around his neck. “Hold on,” he says, just as Liam appears behind me, and I feel dwarfed between these two men. It should be intimidating, being at their mercy when reminded of just how small I am against them, but instead, I feel comforted. Safe.
I expected more kisses, but instead, I yelp as Liam grabs me by the back of my knees and lifts me up, my thighs pressed against my ribs on either side of my breasts. Xaden steps between my spread legs and takes over one of them, my knee over his left arm as his cock nudges against my slick entrance. “Ready?” he asks, his voice gravelly.
I nod, eagerly, and try in vain to buck my hips to take him in faster. But I can’t move, not even an inch, held tight between them. I might as well weigh nothing at all given the ease with which they hold me in place.
“Hush,” Xaden breathes into my ear, his lips twitching. “You don’t have to do anything right now.”
I mewl but comply, understanding the underlying order. Clinging harder to Xaden’s neck and shoulders, I hold as still as I can as he penetrates me in one long slide.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his breathing hitching a bit. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
Hidden against his neck, I allow myself a grin. With his iron-hard self-control and stamina of steel, I just love that my pussy, being inside me, is one of the few things that can actually break him. “You, too,” I gasp, my muscles tightening around him, around the comforting heat of his cock. No matter how many times I already came tonight, this will always be my undoing.
He gives me a few moments to adjust, only minimally rocking back and forth to ease my body into taking more. But I’m acutely aware of Liam behind me, still holding my other leg. His lips are on my shoulder, mouthing distractedly at my skin as his other arm moves against my back, clearly stroking himself.
“I’m good,” I gasp, leaning forward against Xaden as best I can to give Liam better access.
They both chuckle. “So eager,” Liam teases, his slick tip pressing against my rim without pushing in yet. “Are you sure you can really take both of us? You look like you might split in half instead.”
From anyone else and in any other situation, such a comment probably would have made me angry. But I get it, his concern. I am small, especially when compared to them, so I appreciate him checking in on me. Kind of.
“Just fuck me, Mairi,” I growl.
Xaden snorts. “You heard the lady.”
Liam takes an audible breath, and then finally moves closer. His free hand is on my waist, holding me in place as he positions himself and slowly pushes in.
Yep, I might die from this. I was prepared for the intense stretch and fullness from when Xaden used multiple of his toys on me. But this is so much more than anything I imagined. It’s a lot to take, physically but also emotionally and mentally, the closeness and intimacy of having them both inside me, it’s overwhelming and I have difficulties breathing freely.
“Violet? You okay?” Xaden groans, noticeably fighting to hold still, to give me time.
I force my lungs to take a few shallow breaths; there’s not enough space inside me for more. “Yeah,” I breathe, forcing my eyes to flutter open. “‘s just… just a lot.” I mewl as Liam works himself deeper into me with slow and gentle thrusts, his breathing harsh and damp against my back.
“I know.” Xaden’s mouth is on my neck, tickling me. “But you’re doing so well. Just relax for us.”
I try to, I really do. But it still takes a couple more minutes before Liam bottoms out inside me, a low curse dropping off his lips.
“Fuck, yeah. Gods, you’re so tight, Vi. Shit, your body is amazing.”
I preen at the compliment and awkwardly turn to wrap one arm around Liam’s shoulders, pulling him closer and seeking his lips with my own. My body is an annoying mess on a good day, but at least it’s good at taking cock, amazing even, to the delight of everyone involved.
They give me another short break to adjust to their cocks, to being so full and stretched that I, indeed, feel like splitting in half. But with every heartbeat, it gets more bearable, better, intoxicating. Gods, I hope Liam will accept our offer; I want to do this again.
When they start moving, it takes every ounce of my self-control not to scream. I thought just having them inside me was intense, but having them move is even worse. Better. I don’t know, don’t care. When one pushes in, the other pulls out, perfectly coordinated, and the constant slide and switch of pressure is positively driving me insane. I lose track of all the noises I make and can only clutch at them for just any anchor against the overwhelming sensations flooding my mind. In and out, push and pull, the pressure of being so impossibly full, but also the pleasure of all those sensitive spots being stimulated, sweetening the experience into something addictive. More. I need more.
“More…” I mewl, caught not only between their cocks but their entire bodies, again kissing and touching every spot they can reach.
“Fuck, Violet!” Xaden growls, and his next thrust comes harder, making me cry out and tighten around them on reflex. Liam bites into my shoulder to muffle his shout. And as if they’d only been waiting for my sign, they both move faster, harder, fucking into me at an unforgiving pace. Fucking every coherent thought right out of my head.
. o O o .
Liam
Shit, this is better than anything I could have imagined.
Being inside Violet’s tight little ass, Xaden’s cock sliding against my own through the thin membrane, her incoherent sobs and cries and his low but urgent groans, the way she clutches at us and Xaden’s hand over mine where we hold her—it’s all mixing into a frenzy of pleasure and sensations, and I can’t get enough. Even if this turns out to only be a one-off… it’s worth it! And I’m actually glad I already came two times tonight because I’m not sure how long I might last as is it, everything’s just too fucking perfect. But at least Xaden is fighting to hold back now just like I am—how he managed to last this long is beyond me anyway.
By now, our quicker coordinated thrusts turned more erratic, and Violet is practically bouncing on our cocks with how much force we fuck up into her pliant body. Gods, she’s gorgeous, perfect, amazing. I’m already in love with her for her wit and her kindness, but this might be enough to make me fall completely.
Shit, I’m so screwed.
“Fuck, yes,” she sobs, her fingers digging into my arm as if it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. “Yes, yes, yes, please. Oh, please, yes. Yes!”
“Fuck, yes,” Xaden grunts against her neck where he sucked a harsh bruise into her skin. His movements are as urgent as mine, even his famous control hanging by a thread by now. “Come, Violet. Come for us.”
I don’t know what he does, if he again sends his shadows to play with her clit, but within seconds, Violet’s cries turn into full-on screams as she comes, shattering between our bodies. It’s gorgeous to watch, how her body grows tense and then erupts, shaking all over, how she throws her head back against my shoulder and screams out her pleasure, her eyes all but rolled back into her head.
I last a few more seconds, thrusting into her to prolong her climax and just long enough to see lightning flash outside before I break as well. My shout of ecstasy muffled against her shoulder, I press as deeply into her ass as I can before I spurt into her, that tight coil in my guts once more bursting and sending dart of pleasure through my entire body.
Darkness flares around us as Xaden’s control breaks and he shouts, then his cock shudders against my own as he comes, too, his face pressed against Violet’s neck, her hair, his hand clutching at mine.
My knees are wobbly as we all catch our breaths, but I can’t break, not with Violet’s limp body still supported between us. I catch Xaden’s eyes, dazed like I’ve not seen them in ages, and he gives me a small nod. With a low groan, he pulls out of her, his come dripping along my balls, and steps back, leaving Violet in my arms.
Carefully, as if she’s the most precious thing in the world, I carry her back to the bed and once again marvel at just how small she is. Even weakened as I am, I have no problem carrying her; it’s as if she weighs nothing. And yet, she took both our cocks at the same time, with hardly any difficulties. Absolutely amazing indeed.
I can’t take my eyes off her where she lies on the bed in front of me, not unconscious, but something close, too blissed out to take in her surroundings and at least half asleep already. So beautiful. Unable to help it, I crawl onto the bed next to her and brush her hair out of her face, my fingers tracing along her brow, her nose, her lips.
“Are you going to tell her?” Xaden asks from where he fell onto the bed on her other side. “How you feel about her?”
My lips tighten at the irony of him asking me this question. He said he’s not blind, having noticed how I look at her. But does he know I feel the same for him?
“Do you think I should?” I skirt the question.
He rolls onto his side, watching us. “I think that depends on how you decide.”
Swallowing, I nod. Not just sex, he’d said. An invitation for more. A three-way relationship, a triad. It’s daunting, but…
“I think, I’d like to try?” I admit, glancing up at him. “I’m not sure how something like that works, though.”
“Me neither,” Xaden admits. “Violet said she’d met some triads during her time living in various war camps. Obviously, she didn’t ask for details about their relationship, but it seemed to work out for them? We’ll just have to figure out how it can work for us.”
I nod, though I’m still hesitant. I’m well aware that I am the experiment here. What Xaden and Violet have, it’s something else. Something more. I can’t compete with that, only try to tug along as best I can.
“Hey.” Xaden reaches for my hand. “We want this to work, okay?”
I snort. Can he read minds now, too? “Yeah,” I say. “Me, too.”
I can’t help it, though. Even as Xaden and I cuddle around Violet’s already sleeping form, with her head on my shoulder and Xaden curled around her back, his hand resting next to hers on my chest, I feel torn. I want this work, I really do.
But is that even possible?
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AN: Looks like Liam is still not entirely convinced they really want him there with them... Poor baby. 😌
I have this headcanon about them. We've covered that Violet is multiorgasmic, and her boys clearly enjoy taking advantage of this fact. Liam is multiorgasmic, too, but for him, that usually means he'll only need a little time (~10-15 min) before he can go another round. Xaden, however, is not. When he comes, it would take hours before he can go again, and even that only under special circumstances. However, he makes up for that with a stamina of steel, being able to hold out and fuck for hours without coming.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this second part of their story. There's more to come. 🥰
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Mulder grasps at her hips, turning her onto her stomach. As he does so he sees the red snake and a flash of anger surges through him stopping his movements.
The bastard tattoo…
[In which Mulder and Scully have a little chat]
I Liked It But I Didn't Enjoy It.
No one gives head like Scully. Not Alex or Phoebe. Not even that girl he met a few weeks ago.
Mulder resurfaces from sleep just before the familiar tug in his balls as his come ripples through his cock and spurting down her throat. What a glorious way to be woken up.
Mulder lays back, eyes closed, breathing heavily as he lets himself calm down. When he reopens his eyes he catches the sight of Scully wiping the corners of her mouth before stretching her deliciously naked body, lost in Scully-Land.
He's missed this so much. Missed her so much. His chest aches thinking about those weeks without her. He was an idiot.
He’s still gazing at her even as he grabs her attention with a simple “Hi.”
The smile she gives him is enough to make his body combust right there.
“Hi,” she greets back.
An idiot he may have been but even he can’t ignore their break apart has done them some good.
“Come here,” he whispers and Scully follows, crawling back up his body to situate herself on top of his stomach. His skin feels moist and when she moves slightly he spies a smearing of wetness. His hands grip the top of her thighs.
“And what’s got you so wet, Scully?” he asks.
His hand reaches out towards her centre, a singular finger delving between her folds. A heavy sigh escapes her lips as her muscles clench around his one finger.
“My cock just tastes that good, huh?”
A thumb touches her clit and she whines, clawing at his chest.
Fully hard once more, he pulls his hand away much to Scully’s disappointment and rolls them over. Completely, wonderfully overwhelmed he buries his face in her hair and ruts his hips against her. He wants her in every which way possible, wants to be inside her before he dies.
Mulder grasps at her hips, turning her onto her stomach. As he does so he sees the red snake and a flash of anger surges through him stopping his movements.
The bastard tattoo…
“I think I saw Scully in the tattoo shop the other night,” Langly had told him a few days after. “She had some random man with her. What the hell happened between you to?”
“…was gloating about how he fucked your girl the other night.” Alex says over the phone one night. “He said he’s never met anyone else like her before. How wild she was, how good she at giving head- we both know that though, don’t we…” His laugh twists Mulder’s gut. “Still swears he won’t touch used goods though he’d always make the exception for her again.” When Mulder didn’t answer Alex asked, “You good, man? You gone quiet over there…”
Eventually Mulder had given in to temptation and stalked the man and what a lowlife he turned out to be.
“What you doing with someone like that, Scully?” he’d muttered to himself.
“Mulder? Are you okay?”
His stillness had caught the attention of Scully. There’s the look of worry and guilt across her face. Without a word Mulder slides his hand across the silky skin before pushing his fingernails into the tattoo. Scully’s breath catches in her throat.
“Got something to feel guilty about, Scully?”
She immediately schools her features. “No.”
Mulder looks down at the tattoo and releases his hand, soothing the nail marked skin.
“Ask,” Scully is saying still looking towards him. “Go on. I know you want to.”
He keeps his gaze on her tattoo, following the circle with his finger.
“Where—”
“On one condition,” she cuts in.
“Yeah?”
“I get to ask about you after.”
He thinks on it for a second then, “Okay.”
“Okay,” she repeats. “Ask.”
Eyes falling back to the tattoo, he does ask.
“Where did you do it?”
“On the floor. His apartment.”
We did it in the alleyway, we’re still winning.
“Was he rough?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you like it?”
When she doesn’t answer immediately he squeezes her hip hard making her draw a gasp.
“You know I did,” she says finally.
He thinks about other stuff to ask but she speaks again.
“But I didn’t enjoy it.”
“Huh?”
“I did like it. It did stuff to me and I didn’t want him to stop but I didn’t enjoy it.” She pauses and Mulder waits. Finally she speaks again. “He hated me.” It’s spoken at a whisper, hard to catch at first. “Like you hate me now.”
His stomach coils. “Scully…” he says, panic gripping him. “I don’t hate you.”
His words have her turning to face him and one look at her tearful eyes and tear-stained cheeks has him disgusted with himself.
“Really?” she asks.
“Hey…” He moves off her to the side, moving up and stroking her back soothingly. “Of course not. Do you think you’d be here right now if I did?” She shrugs. “Well you’re here, aren’t you?” She nods. “There you go.” He brushes her hair away from her face a few times. “You’re infuriating sometimes but I don’t hate you, Scully. You’re the best thing I have.”
She smiles a little at that. “Mulder?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you fuck me like you were going to?”
“You sure?”
She nods. “Yeah.”
He shuffles back between her legs, grabs her hips and rolls her back onto her back. It’s not exactly what he had in mind before seeing the tattoo but he knows he has to see her face right now. There’ll be more times for other positions later anyway. He lines himself up and pushes his way in. Whilst she’s not as wet as she was prior their conversation there is little resistance. He laces their hands together and squeezes, trying with everything he had to show he doesn’t hate her in the slightest.
When they’re both finished he holds her as close and as tight as possible. They’re just about to drift off when he realises he never fulfilled his end of the bargain.
“You can ask about her if you want,” he says.
“Who?”
“The girl I fucked.”
“Oh. Who was she?”
“Her name was Kristen. I think she’s a vampire.”
“Vampires aren’t real, Mulder.”
“Well she was one. Anyway, I liked it but I didn’t enjoy it either.”
“Why not?”
“Because she wasn’t you.”
And that was the end of that. No more was said on either subject. Mulder waits until Scully’s drifted off before he closes his eyes himself.
Arihnda never understood the “man in uniform” thing until Thrawn: the crisp expanse of material, its starched lines, the raised rectangle proclaiming rank, the subtle gleam of gold ornamentation, pant creases so stiff, everything a topography of power. Of course, even naked, Thrawn exuded authority and competence. But wearing whites, she couldn’t help but appreciate the aesthetic.
A polite “ahem” made her spin away from the mirror, facing her lover’s amusement and raised eyebrow.
Arihnda struck a pose. “What? It looks good on me!”
“It does,” Thrawn smiled, sliding his tunic from her bare shoulders, “but you look better without.”
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