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[ryllkitsune]

Bonded🎀 (COMPLETED)

Qifrey X reader , MDNI🤗

Word count- 1948

With past partners, you could push their buttons and always get the rough fuck you want, but Qifrey is different. Initially, he seems innocent, turns out he may be too rough, even for you.

{Name calling, a bit of oral (fem rec.), fingering}

A/N- finally posting the full story! Sorry it’s a little short, I plan on creating a full Qifrey fic with this dynamic, lightly proofread😝

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With past partners, you’d act all bratty and get exactly what you want, a rough fucking. Sure, you could explain your needs healthily, something like “I just prefer to play a little rough in bed, is that okay?” But, where’s the fun in that? It’s more authentic when it’s…well, authentic. It’s a simple equation, push all the RIGHT buttons, and get a nice rough fuck, the type that can only come from genuine frustration.

Well, that used to work at least. Ideally, you’d be crammed into a mating press and “forced” (not really) to take every thick inch of your partners cock right now, but life isn’t too kind is it? After a whole day of pressing buttons, you have nothing to show for it. Qifrey doesn’t cave as easy as all of your past partners. You even tried the “My ex would’ve shut me up by now.” Card, but that was met with a swift “Well, if he had much to boast about, he’d still be around.” sealed with a “friendly” smile. I don’t think you’re getting what you want.

Still, it’s hard to give up COMPLETELY, the day isn’t over yet, you have like an hour or two left before twelve, the night is still young! Your arms are intertwined with the white haired saint when it seems he’s…DOZING OFF!?! As if your hard work day of attempting to piss him off meant nothing!

When all hope appears lost he utters, “I know what you want, you’re not getting it, at least that way.” So he’s aware of the nature of a horny brat, just when it seemed he had the sex drive of a rock. Feeling his warm, soft hands caress your skin, you almost succumb to the warmth of the atmosphere when he brings his lips to your ear and whispers “Get up and strip.”

You think “this has to be a wet dream” (not that you mind), when the weight of reality kicks in around the time that the weight of his right hand meeting your left ass cheek does. He’s serious. Good thing you’re serious about being horny, wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stripped in front of your prey- I mean partner.

Being the tease you are, you let your robe fall from your shoulders slow and gentl- you almost ripped your clothes off. The quick removal of your clothes would’ve indicated which of you were the horniest, if you didn’t feel blue eyes nearly piercing through your skin in the process. I’d say the feeling is mutual. Slicing through the silence “ here’s how this is going to go, I’ll tell you to do something, you’ll do it.”

You’re dreaming, you have to be dreaming. I would say someone should pinch you to make sure, but your ass is tingling from an impatient white haired witch. This isn’t a dream, you are finally getting what you want from Qifrey.

But why is your heart racing? You’ve had control over this situation from the beginning.

“Touch yourself.” He said with a faux friendly smile, if only that smile masked his true lustful intentions.

I don’t think you ever had control of this situation. Every push you’ve done, every attitude, every snarky remark, played directly into the sick witch’s hands. He might just know you better than anyone else.

Suddenly, a formerly milky white hand collides with your ass and turns…red. If that isn’t any clue to how bad that slap hurts, the stinging is. You wince, he remarks,

“I told you that you were going to listen, you wanted this so bad. You know the day I’ve had with you pushing me at every turn? Huh?”

He grabs your hair and makes you face him, then continues,

“Now it’s my turn, you are going to listen. No snarky remarks or hesitation, only full obedience.”

Did you just feel a shiver down your spine? I mean, this IS what you wanted, but this feels like true fear. Initially, you felt control, pushing his buttons as you’ve pushed many other guys buttons, in the end getting the rough fuck YOU wanted. Now, this feeling is new. This isn’t control, this is the feeling of being a fly weaved into the spider’s web. Not knowing exactly what happens next, but knowing it ends in you being completely consumed. The only words you could even begin to utter afterwards were,

“Yes sir.”

You’ve had enough of pushing his buttons, now that you’ve realized you don’t actually know what’s going on behind those glowing blue eyes. So what’s your next move? Obedience.

This is you were talking about, however, I don’t think you’re actually done with this game of push and pull, seeing who breaks first, no, it’s only getting started.

You crawl forward, slow, not in a seductive way, but a slow agonizing way that only makes his blue eyes grow with so much lust that they nearly pierce the skin of your lower back.

You give your index and middle finger a nice suck while looking back at your prey, not that you needed them, you’re fucking soaked.

“Get on with it.” Someone’s growing impatient.

Fine, you finally insert your fingers into yourself, after rolling your eyes of course.

You start moving, in and out….

“FUCK!”

You break the tension. I don’t think you’ve realized how long it’s been since you’ve been touched.

“Do you not know how to touch yourself properly?”

When did he get behind you?

“This is how you make yourself cum.”

He pulls your fingers out and inserts his, slightly curved. You were kind and slow with your movement. He was nothing of the sort. Qifrey is swift, but calculated. The way he’s curving into your walls so fast that you’re overwhelmed, it’s almost as if he’s trying to carve his fingers into you. Damn, it feels so good. He keeps going and going, sometimes sucking your ear, then biting your neck, completely overwhelming your senses. Just when you’re about to finish, he pulls out.

You’re confused, once you return to your senses that is.

He cuts through the silence with precision. Not saying too much, saying exactly what he needs to say, and you got the message.

“Beg.”

You blink, a couple times. There’s a deficiency in words that you could utter. In your dumbfounded state, he breaks the silence,

“ Oh, so your not horny? You got on my nerves all day, and now you’re silent…”

He grabs your hair and forces you to meet his gaze,

“You fucking brat.”

So many surprises from this “sweet” witch today.

You take a breath and consider giving up, this just hurts your pride too damn much! At least it should, but before hope is lost, you utter,

“Please.”

With the added effect of your puppy dog eyes, but you know that he doesn’t care, his reaction proves it.

He fucking giggles.

In the midst of your suffering when the tension is unbearable, HE FUCKING GIGGLES!

For a brief moment, then pulls you tighter.

“You think that’s enough?”

“No.”

He softens, almost like he’s pitying you, almost. Before you are fooled by his faux niceties, he shoves (yes SHOVES) his fingers back into you. No warning, he doesn’t even ease into it, just pumps his fingers into you so fast that you wonder how he can even say,

“You’re fucking right that isn’t enough y/n. After my shitty day, all you have to say is please? Fucking beg brat.”

Before you get the chance to respond, he flips you on your back and presses your legs deep into your chest, all to smack your ass as hard as he could.

You moan so loud that your throat will likely be sore when all of this is over, that’s if you make it out of this torture dungeon that he calls an atlier.

In the midst of moaning and crying (yes, real tears start to form), you give him what he wants.

“Fuck, please! I’m so sorry for everything I swear!”

“Everything?”

Mind you, he says this while adding an additional finger. Now before you can even respond, your eyes scrunch closed, almost as if they were forced. You moan,

“YES! EVERYTHING!”

He smirks, then responds,

“Including bringing up your ex, huh?”

He pulls your hair so hard that your eyes force open.

“You brought him up like I was supposed to be jealous when he obviously didn’t please you, you’re crying over three puny fingers, you’d pass out on my cock.”

In the midst of the struggle to take everything he’s giving to you: the endless ear biting and licking, ruthless fingering, hell he even licked your tears away at some point… it evolves. What was once torment, became bliss. All you wanted at this moment was one thing, release.

“Please Qifrey”

He lifts his brow.

“Please what princess?”

You know he isn’t as clueless as he wants you to believe, he is just playing a game at this point.

“Please, I need to cum.”

He pretends to think, then replies,

“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve to.”

You pull him in closer and gaze into his eyes before you say,

“Please sir, it feels so good, I need to cum!”

He pumps faster,

“Yeah? My princess needs to cum?”

Fuck, this is agonizing at this point.

“Yes, please”

You whine.

“Please!”

While you beg he uses his thumb to rub your clit.

“Please”

He bites your ear, harder than the other times.

“Fuck, please!”

He licks your ear, a poor attempt to null the pain, not that you can really feel it anyways, you’re too busy whining,

“Please!”

He’s blushing and gazing into your eyes with adoration, seems like you’re not the only one coming undone.

He finally utters,

“Cum for me, my princess.”

You want to believe him allowing you to finally release was what really made you climax, but you know the truth.

Did he really have to add THAT word before saying princess? Does he even know what that two letter word does to you? It’s as if he’s claiming you as his… to love, to hold, to ruin. Before you could process your feelings, you are zapped with pleasure, almost like electricity flowing through every part of you, you scream so loud that the walls echo,

“I’m gonna cum!”

He doesn’t lose his rhythm at all, it seems he’s picking up the pace. It’s not enough for him to make you climax, no. He has to talk you through it.

“My princess is cumming for me? All for me, right?”

He keeps going.

“No one else gets to see this, this is all for me isn’t it?”

Initially, you thought your orgasm would end with the thick and white cream on his fingers, but his words pushed you further. Before you knew what was going on, you started spraying liquid. You may be shocked, but Qifrey on the other hand, seemed prepared, almost as if he was waiting for this. He moves with urgency to spread your legs and shoves his own head to your cunt, and… DRINK IT?

This “innocent” witch who just a few hours ago made you believe he had no experience in bed, is now drinking your squirt????

This drives you mad.

Your legs start twitching and tears started raining down while he rides our your orgasm with his mouth on your clit.

When you finally run out of juices to slurp up, he eases himself up and nearly shoves his tongue down your throat.

You return the favor, so this becomes more than making out.

This is a battle to see who can swallow who whole first, a battle that has already been decided.

You know that you’ll concede to him, this is what you wanted after all…

To be consumed.

[ryllkitsune]

Pairing: stripper!reader x customer!gojo MDNI

Word count: 1,008 (I’m getting better at writing longer stories😝)

A/N: not proofread at all, and incomplete! I’m going to finish it, but I got soooo excited so I wanted to give a peak!!✨ I used to be a stripper, and I’ve been lowkey missing it so I’m going to make this series as ✨therapy✨😂

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Opening your eyes to darkness became normal to you. The days where you’d wake up early and get to see the sun rise are a distant memory, hell you’re lucky if you catch the sunset these days. Luckily it’s 2026 and vitamin D supplements exist, pretty sure the real thing is better, but you’d rather have night money.

Tonight you packed your bag as if you were running away from home. Stuffed with 3 different heels, probably 10 different outfits, makeup, snacks, and more essentials, it’s Friday you’ll probably need it. Afterward, you do a light base of makeup, you can always touch it up at the club. You learned awhile ago to at least look presentable, you never know how lucky you might get in early hours (early being 8 pm). Not that you need makeup, your bare face definitely sells, but makeup is more fun. It fits the aesthetic.

You hop into your car and likely drive 20 above the speed limit on the way to the club, it feels more eventful that way. Playing all sorts of songs that make you feel like that bitch and get you in the mood to make money for being hot. Unfortunately, the club is around 10 minutes from your home, so you only had time for about 3 songs.

Pulling into the lot, there’s actually a couple cars here already, maybe you should’ve jazzed up your makeup a little more? Too late now.

Walking in, you speak to everyone, because you’re in a good mood and have a really good feeling about tonight.

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You do a couple of dances and make some rounds and suddenly it’s 11 pm. You have a decent stack of money, and can honestly go home now if you wanted to, but you’re actually having a bit of fun, and have already decided more people should see your blue cheetah print bikini.

It’s your turn to go on stage again, you always get excited before going on stage. It’s the best part, besides the money obv. In the middle of your set, you feel a set of piercing blue eyes on you. You try to divide your attention amongst everyone throwing you money, but it seems those blue eyes really demand your attention. First throwing ones like everyone else, then fives, tens, twenties, now he’s resulted to throwing stacks. Hell, ignore him long enough and you might get a deed to his house thrown at you. By the third song, you’re finally giving him a bit of attention. Glowing blue eyes, incredibly tall, slender with toned muscles, as he utters

“Fucking beautiful.”

and an incredibly deep voice that sends chills down your spine and heat to your core. It’s normally easy for you to dominate the stage, normally. Today those piercing eyes are making that task incredibly difficult. It’s not like he’s your first attractive customer, you’re young, so you have the benefit of getting attractive customers very often, they find you find and youthful. You’re a little burst of energy, kind of like expresso. Rarely do customers intimidate you.

You’re able to play your mind games with them all, but him? You feel like he’s staring straight through you, he might be hard to fool.

Your set is over, and as you exit the stage, those familiar glowing eyes greet you.

“let’s go to vip.”

Well, that was easy, you didn’t even get the chance to use your corny pickup lines.

“For how long?”

“An hour.”

Even though you don’t know his name, you go to the back with him, you’re feeling a little adventurous tonight.

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The hour flew by a too fast. He was an easy going person, so the conversation flowed effortlessly. At the end of the hour, you realized you still didn’t know his name! You both shared so much in common that the conversation skipped all the shallow topics you usually converse about.

“I think I’m going to close the night out.”

The sentence you dreaded hearing most finally came from his lips. The point of VIP is to ALWAYS keep them back there as long as possible, that’s $300 per hour (not including tip)! Spending the night with a young guy who could afford it? EVEN BETTER!

But alas, you can’t always get what you want.

“Do I need you to pay, or could I walk there alone?”

You blink your eyes twice, dumbfounded. If he’s leaving for the night, what does he need to pay for, additional drinks?

“You can get drinks alone, I had fun with you though! I’d love to spend more time with you another time!”

First he stares, dumbfounded as well, then he bursts into a storm of laughter.

“We’re spending the whole night together silly.”

He pats your head a little before paying attention the bar for the room. Normally, you wouldn’t like that type of contact with clientele, but with him it’s different.

He returns with the tickets (*club currency, you exchange for money at the end of the night ) and a couple drinks.

“Thanks, what’s your name by the way?”

“Satoru.”

Satoru, a cute name, you’ve never heard a name like that before.

“Are you from here?”

“No, I’m visiting a buddy of mine. Might have to move here, there’s a cute girl who’s after my heart.”

You playfully hit him, who gave him the right to be so cute?

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The night flows seamlessly, you didn’t dance the whole night with him. The conversation flowed so well, that you just got to know each other the whole night, aka free money!

You RARELY do this, but since you enjoyed Satoru’s company, you gave him your socials.

“Let me know if you ever need company, I’m here practically everyday.”

“If they have more girls like you here, I may need to bring my roommate.”

“ If your roommate is anything like you, then I’d love to meet him.”

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Daylight practically tore the two of you apart, but I have a feeling this won’t be the end of the story for you all…