What do the Phantom Troupe men do when you're on your period?
Warnings: yandere male x fem reader, mentions of dubcon & noncon, implied period fetish, general weird and creepy behavior, power imbalance
Shalnark loves it when you're on your period. He prefers having "dirty" sex whenever possible. Meaning he likes withholding showers to keep you both musty. It brings down your self-esteem a lot, much faster and lower than whatever Feitan can imagine. He enjoys having that power over you, but he won't lie and say it doesn't do something for him. He indulges in your natural state and having you bleed on his bed gets him excited. Doesn't matter if you're screaming at him to give you space during the week, he'll barge into the room and take his fill.
Nobunaga and Uvogin are munchers even on your period. They'll bother you on each cycle to let them "help" you through it. Nobunaga asking is more for formality; he's super pushy, almost forceful about the ordeal. Meanwhile Uvogin will accept your refusal. He holds out hope that you'll give in one day if he keeps pestering offering assistance every month. Doesn't have to be his mouth or dick if that's too intimate. Look at his hands and fingers! He's sure you two can work something out.
Phinks and Feitan on the other hand? Not so much. Phinks is surprisingly squeamish around the idea and understands that you're uncomfortable so he'll let you be. Feitan is massively grossed out with the idea completely. Unless he's the cause of making you bleed, he doesn't want to be near you during your menstruation. The feeling's mutual with these two.
Illumi is indifferent about it. He'll leave you alone unless he wants to receive an earful from his mom. For the first time ever, she's on your side. She'll send servants to your shared room to bring you warm towels and chocolates if you request it. No medication, though. She won't budge on that and neither will Illumi.
Chrollo is the most charitable out of everyone. He keeps track of your cycle and prepares for it with medicine, a heat pack, and curated meals to help you through it. He's also gone through the hassle of picking out the type and brand of feminine hygiene products you've previously used. The catch? You have to involve him to gain access to the extra luxuries besides the necessary ones. If you're cramping really bad, you have to ask Chrollo if you can please use the heating pad to make it go away. He'll happily oblige with chocolates, tea, and extra blankets in tow if you let him hold you close with his hand over the heating pad to "make sure it doesn't get too hot to burn you". He's not bad as the others, but you will like some personal space.
Feitan, makes rules and doesnât tell you just so he can punish you in any sadistic way he wants, youâll grab a knife to start cooking and heâs behind you wrapping his hand around your neck âwhy are you using knifeâ and youâre dumbfounded, wracking your brain for any reason he would be upset at you using a knife, âIâm gonna cook..?â And his hand will just tighten ânot allowed to use knifeâs, should have knownâ and heâll have the knife on the counter and you on the floor before you can blink, âIâm sorry! I didnât know I promise!â Your teary eyed at all the possible things he could do âdonât lieâ, the truth is, he knows your not lying, he didnât mention his new rule to you on purpose, he wanted a reason to hurt you, but youâll never know that.
Chrollo, takes things and pretends you never had them, if you have a object you like and itâs taking up to much of your time, it simply goes missing, you where paying to much attention to a certain book lately, and Chrollo loves that you like to read, but itâs been taking your attention away from him, so when you come out of the shower and he sees your searching for the book heâs satisfied, âlooking for something?â He fakes innocence âI canât find my bookâ you say as your looking under the bed, wet hair still dripping âhmm? I donât remember you reading a book, are you sure it was here?â, bastard.
Shalnark, brings up things you did alone, heâs got cameras that you can see, that are easy to avoid, in basic places like the kitchen, the hallway, the porch, and cameras you donât know about, in the shower, the bedroom, spaces you go when you wanna avoid him, so when comes home after a week of handling troupe business and he complements the way you looked in the new underwear set he got you, you freeze, he wasnât home, you got changed in the bathroom, how would he know you even tired them on, âwhat did you sayâ he smiles at your like he doesnât know what your taking about âhmm? Oh hahaha, you should know by now Iâm always watching cute thing!â.
with Chrollo nothing is really a gift, he always wants something in return especially if itâs somthing you asked for, he likes buying you things that are delicate, jewelry or vintage books that are really for him, heâs a fan of lace so youâll also receive a generous amount of lacy lingerie, and he expects you to wear them
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Feitan turns bare necessities into luxuries, pillows and blankets are a very well received gift from him as itâs almost always freezing in the basement he keeps you in for a long time before your trusted to go upstairs without constant supervision. Random little bags of candy are a treat he brings back from missions if youâve been good
Nobunaga is a total pervert, he gives you skimpy clothes and sex toys that he expects you to try with him, gifts that donât serve him directly are always bribes to get stuff out of you, he doesnât like giving you activities, in his mind the more bored you are the more likely you are to come to him for entertainment
Franklin he likes getting you activities that keep you busy, he doesnât care what kind of clothes you wear he takes basically your whole wardrobe from your old closet and lets you pick any new stuff you need or want, out of all the members heâs on the more bearable side
Uvogin gives you food whenever he wants to treat you, fresh fruit, sugary stuff, good takeout from your favourite restaurant after you were extra submissive in bed the day prior, he thinks good performance should be rewarded, the only other food you have access to is canned or expired and hardly edible to anyone that isnât 8â6 with the immune system of an elephant so sufficed to say youâll take whatever heâs willing to give you
Shizuku gets you things you can spend time building but also use afterwords, or cute things you can decorate your space with, legos, diamond art kits, stuff that a cute harmless things like you should you be doing in her mind
Shalnark likes getting video games or anything that you guys can do together, he also enjoys when you wear stuff in styles he likes so heâll get you a fair share of cute clothes or accessories he wants to see you in
Phinks he gets you stuff you need unless you ask for something extra, he doesnât just buy you little things, he wants you to come to him and ask for whatever you want, heâll almost never say no unless itâs dangerous or youâve been bad
Most of Pakunodas gifts come a couple months into your abduction, she likes getting you relaxing treatments and pink collar services, your hair and nails done by people who come to the apartment she keeps you in, sheâd love to treat you to these things earlier but she had to make sure you could be civilized first
Machi buys you copies of stuff you had at your old house, she takes photos of products you used to buy and scents you like, snoops through your old devices to see what kind of luxurious things you couldnât afford before and they randomly appear in your shower
A/N: The quality might not be very consistent half way through I really stuggled on who to write but was dead set on 29 chats....It's also hard for me to limit myself to one pic for one character.
When he heard it slip from your lips the first time, he nearly snapped out of his own delusion and stopped fucking you right then and there. God! He shouldnât even be doing this at all. But the sweet, slick sound of your pussy devouring his cock lulled his worries and put him right back in his trance.
Then it happened again.
He panics this time, pulling out of you, dick glistening from all your previous orgasms. You stare up at him, dumb and doe-eyed, until you realize what set him off. A sneaky little smile creeps up your face. You open your mouth about to say it again, but he quickly pinches your lips shut.
âShhhhh!â His white feathers ruffle and his eyes dart up, scared that heaven might be watching the blasphemy unfolding here.
You wrestle his hand away and yell it out in an over the top pornstar voice, âMmm daddy!â
He shuffles to the edge of the bed, looking like heâs about to have a heart attack. Heâs supposed to be your guardian, your protector, not some sick pervert. Guilt eats away at him, so why is his dick even harder than before?
You push him further, this time cupping your breasts together and moaning it out for him as you brush your nipples. He pounces over top of you, wings blocking your periphery, firmly wrapping a hand over your mouth. The swollen, red head of his cock sits just outside your entrance.
âTh-this is aâŠa sin,â he sounds conflicted.
You scoot your hips closer to him, your entrance opening up to take an inch. He grunts, tightening his hand around your mouth, but slowly sinks another inch into you. You nod your head, inviting him to give you more, wanting to absolve him. By the time he bottoms out, his hand has moved from your mouth to lightly gripping your neck.
As his anxiety melts away, his thrusts pick up in pace, until he was fucking you just as hard as before. You whimper out, calling him daddy again. He doesnât stop this time, instead the word is met with a groan and a pump of precum into your pussy. He hated how much it thrilled him.
âFuckâŠplease say it again.â Thereâs so much desperation in his voice, you just have to oblige.
He grips your throat, feeling the vibrations as you moan it out. Arousal and rebellion overwhelm his guilt and he decides he wants more out of you. He hooks your legs over his shoulders and drills deep into you. The stretch and friction makes all your words come out fractured and broken.
âDa-ddy,â you cry out.
âYes, donât you dare fucking stop,â he groans hungrily.
Tears stream from your face as you try to stutter more out. God, he likes this sin too much. His pace becomes disjointed. He grips your hips, slamming them down his length before he finally shatters. He knocks his head back as broken moans escape him. Hot cum rises up from his shaft and forcefully pumps into you, coating every wall. He thrusts a few more times, draining every last drop from him, until it overflows from you.
Clarity washes over him, and with it returned the guilt.
âDonât worry daddy,â you say with a wink. âIâll help you hide the evidence.â You slide off his dick with a sticky noise and move over to suck it, cleaning him off. He only lets you do it for a minute before pulling away, scared that heâll be tempted to fuck you again.
He returns to heaven that night, his pokerface the spitting image of piousness, but he canât stop that taboo memory from flashing in his mind. He fights the way his lip curls into a smirk, and squirms underneath his robes, trying to stop the blood rushing to his cock. God, itâs only a matter of time before he falls for this.
I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare
Time might as well have stopped flowing forward with how still everything seemed in the silence that stretched. You grew steadily more anxious that you'd somehow insulted his entire bloodline.
The words were foreign on your tongue and the pronunciation most likely off. You'd never heard anyone from Sumeru speaking their native tongue and such had nothing but intuition to go off of.
"I.. loving you?"
Dottore laughed.
But it was a genuine one. Perched on his lap, your body fitting perfectly against his, you could feel his abs tense with every chuckle.
The tips of his ears, barely visible through unruly hair, were flushed. A calloused hand reached to pinch your cheek.
"Your grammar is all wrong."
Before you could protest, huff, defend yourself and the effort it had required to memorise in the first place, he tucked your head under his chin, voice lowered to a whisper.
kinda crazy how like every cult documentary is like "here's the survivors we spoke to who all have a range of different experiences, beliefs, talents, skills and stories" and all the survivors of the cult are like "i consider myself a rational person and this initially gave me a sense of community and was offering me the one thing i needed, it was a wonderful experience at first and i was surrounded by people i loved and who loved me, and by the time i realised how bad things had gotten i was in too deep and had alienated all my friends and family outside of the group and had been brainwashed over a period of time to think that any suffering was deserved and that by leaving i would be causing harm to myself and everyone i knew, and if things had been good once then maybe they would be again, and i had to believe that because i had nothing else left" and then half the reviews are people talking about how stupid cult survivors are and how they would NEVER be so dumb to join a group like this, clearly these idiots KNOWINGLY joined a cult and therefore deserved everything that happened to them, maybe if they had tried been as smart and rational as me,
So this is actually my first time posting anything I've written, so wish me luck, and I hope you enjoy :)
Here it is on AO3
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I've grown addicted to this man...
A = Aftercare:
Aftercare is a rare treat with Albert. Heâs a busy man, so he doesnât spend long cleaning you up or cuddling after. The most you will get out of him is a kiss and a reminder to take care of yourself before he leaves.
âBe a good pet and clean yourself up for me, dear.â
Now, on special occasions when he has more time to spare, he will clean you up and hold you. He loves the mess you turn into when heâs finished with you; soaking in the moment while he can.
He would shower or bathe with you; that would take up too much time, so instead he may get you a glass of water and something to ease any soreness he caused you. Heâs not one for gentleness, but heâs not completely heartless.
B = Body part:
His hands are one of his favourite parts of his body. Their uses are endless for pleasuring you. He loves getting you off with his fingers, delightfully licking up your juice from his fingers after you finish.
âMmm. You taste divine, dearâ
His hands are also perfect for keeping control over your body. Heâll hold your wrists down into the bed or pin your hands behind your back. He thoroughly enjoys undoing you via touch.
While he loves all the parts of your body, your neck is his favourite. He loves to come up behind you and bury his face in the crook of your neck, leaving passionate kisses. When he wants to tease you, heâll lick your neck, gliding his tongue slowly across its soft, sensitive skin.
He also loves marking your neck with hickeys. He doesnât care if others notice them. In fact, he wants them to, so they know youâre already claimed.
âAlbert, be careful, youâll leave a hickey.â
He pulls away from your neck slowly, still sucking on your delicate skin.
âToo late.â
He smirks, tracing the fresh hickey with his fingers.
The other thing he loves doing to your neck is holding it. He loves the dominance it gives him over you. Heâll only squeeze or choke you if you request. He loves to feel your breathing and heart race against his hand, especially as he fucks your throat.
C = Cum:
He loves turning you into a cum dump. Heâll leave it all over your body, in your mouth, and inside of you if he has time. He mainly only has quickies with you, so his preferred place to leave his cum is inside you. He loves watching his seed drip out of you with that smirk of his.
His next favourite would be in your mouth or on your face. The pride it gives him to see your face covered in his cum, itâs as if youâre marked as his. When he releases in your mouth, he demands you show him and swallow it all.
âShow meâ
You hang your tongue out of your mouth for him to see the pool of his cum glistening on it.
âGood pet, now swallow.â
He holds your jaw closed as you swallow, watching with satisfaction.
D = Dirty secret:
You are his dirty little secret. His reputation has been built that heâs cold and brutal. If they knew how much he enjoys you as his partner, surely heâd be seen as weak, or worse, someone would use you to get to him. Heâll never tell you, but he does love you. His cold exterior never shows it, but out of all the people in the world, he chose to be with you; youâre very special to him. Thoughts of you often distract him from his work, and he canât wait to see you again.
Another thing heâll never tell you is how much he enjoys when youâre in control. Heâll let you take control once in a while, admiring your body and the way you move. He does get impatient, however, so youâre never in control for long. You better enjoy it while you can ;)
E = Experience:
Albert hasnât had much experience. Heâs always been too focused on his work to have one-night stands or partners. Despite this, heâs incredible in bed. He knows exactly what you like and knows a lot of different positions. Heâs quite a freak in the sheets. He is always looking to improve his techniques as well. Heâs made it his mission to find all the ways he can get you to orgasm uncontrollably.
F = Favorite position:
His favourite position is missionary. He loves to watch your face contort with pleasure and the way you claw and squirm under him. It drives him wild to see you such a mess as he fucks you senseless.
Another position he likes is thrusting up into you as you straddle his lap. Heâll let you ride him at first, then buck his hips upward as you fold completely, bouncing you off his lap.
G = Goofy:
Albert, goofy? No. Youâll never catch him doing anything humorous. The only reaction you seem to get out of him is a smirk, and at that, his smirk is sexy, not goofy. Sometimes maybe a low chuckle. Overall, heâs not comedic and finds humor below him.
You do find him wearing those sunglasses constantly- ridiculous, but youâll admit at first it did make him intimidating.
H = Hair
He spends countless hours grooming himself. Itâs his morning routine to apply products to his hair and slick it back. He never leaves the house without it like this.
Albert also shaves daily. He canât stand his facial hair. Youâve told him you donât mind a bit of scruff, but that wonât change his mind.
As for the rest of his body hair, itâs neatly groomed as well. He shaves his legs, trims the hair around his groin, and trims his armpit hair. His torso is bare, but he leaves a happy trail, as you request.
As for the âcarpet,â itâs darker than the âdrapesâ but not by much.
I = Intimacy:
Albert has never been a romantic. He does try. During sex, heâll kiss you and make sure you feel good, but heâs never passionate about it. Sex with him is all carnal and primal.
J = Jack off:
Heâs not big on masturbating himself; if you ever needed to, heâd help you or allow you to without him. He does prefer that you orgasm by his occord, however.
Sometimes heâs gone on trips, which is hard on you. If you beg him enough, heâll agree to cum with you over the phone.
K = Kink:
Albertâs favourites are dominating and disciplining you in many different ways. He also has a breeding kink. I donât think I need to explain why.
L = Location:
Thereâs not one place he hasnât fucked you in. The bedroom is probably his favourite since youâll be comfortable as he breaks you from the inside. When heâs impatient, heâll bend you over the kitchen counter or fuck you on the couch during a movie he finds uninteresting. Really, any place is good to him as long as itâs not public. He has a reputation to uphold.
M = Motivation
Your existence is a turn on. The simple fact youâre his is enough to rile him up.
Now throw begging on top of that, and heâll do you til you canât walk.
N = No:
If you said no to something, heâd listen. Heâs not a complete monster. Heâs willing to do almost anything with you as long as youâre comfortable. If he feels it would put you at any risk, he wonât partake. Youâre not as strong as he is, no matter how you try to convince him otherwise.
As much as youâd like him to ruin you, it is sweet knowing he cares about you.
O = Oral:
Albert is a master at oral. The way he can make you cum from only his tongue is something you brag aboutâ or you would if he allowed you to.
He doesnât care much whether heâs receiving or giving oral. He loves having you cum on his mouth and coming on yours. If he did have to choose, heâd want to receive. There isnât much of anything he loves more than watching you choke around his cock.
P = Pace:
He moves at an ungodly paceâ thanks to his powers. His thrusts are relentlessly hard and fast, repeated in a perfect rhythm. Heâs not good about taking his time with you and often leaves you sore and breathless.
Q = Quickie:
Most of your sex with Albert is quickies. Heâs always busy. At least he spares some time with you.
R = Risk:
Albert is not a risk-taker. He likes to stick with what he knows. That is until he met you. He does have boundaries he wonât cross, but heâll experiment just for you; only if your life is not in danger. He is keenly aware of his unnatural strength and is afraid of hurting you too much.
As for risky places to have intercourse, the thought arouses him, but to actually move past fiction will never happen; except maybe if you came by his office late at night. Heâll think about it.
You list off places that youâd want to have sex with him outside of the house; each one he dismisses.
âCome on, Albert, not even in the woods?â
âThe answer is no.'â
S = Stamina:
His stamina is practically infiniteâ Another thing you can thank his powers for. If he had the time, he would fuck you all night, coming over and over.
Heâll stop to give you breaks whenever you need, but heâs always ready to go again.
He lowers himself to your ear.
âHave you had enough yet?â
Too out of breath to respond verbally, you shake your head side to side.
âGood because Iâm not done with you.â
T = Toys:
Albert doesnât use toys. Youâre his toy.
Heâs bought a few things for you, however. His favourite to use on you is a vibrator. As much as he loves to edge you, he does need quickies actually quick, so a vibrator comes in handy.
Heâll only use toys when heâs in a hurry; otherwise heâll just use his hands to get you to cum faster. He likes it best that way.
U = Unfair:
Albert is a brutal tease. Itâs almost torture. He loves when you beg. Youâve learned he expects it from you. Itâs the only way heâll give you what you want.
His favourite way to tease you is by only putting the tip of his cock inside you. If you try to push yourself deeper onto him, heâll immediately pull out. After a while, his own need grows unbearable, and heâll thrust himself into you as deep as possible.
V = Volume:
Heâs not vocal in bed. If he does moan at all, itâs very low and minimal. More of a groan really. You wish heâd be more vocal since his occasional moans are incredibly hot, but the most noise youâll be getting out of him is grunts and growls.
As for you, he knows just how to get you vocal. He hits the perfect spots every time. You notice how much he loves when you moan your head off, so sometimes you even exaggerate to see the slight twitch of his lipâ a very subtle shift in his perfect composure that shows heâs enjoying it too.
W = Wild card:
As long as youâve known Albert, heâs always been so composed. There have been a couple moments when a different side of him shows. It always startles you at first, but it reminds you that behind those dark glasses and never-faltering expression, heâs human too. Flesh and bone with emotions and desires.
You hope to see his soft side more often. Maybe one day youâll be able to melt his cold heart completely.
X = X-ray:
Under all those clothes is one of the most divine bodies you have seen. Heâs tall, lean, and fit; what more could you ask for?
That tight outfit he wears is only a glimpse of how truly toned his muscles are. He takes good care of himself. If itâs out of vanity or for good health, you donât care; you wish he could stay naked forever.
As for the size of his manhood, itâs overall large and considerably veiny. The length is perfect while the thickness is almost too much. You could worship him all day.
Y = Yearning:
Albertâs libido never seems to ease up; neither does yours. You do most of the yearning since heâs often busy with work and you know better than to interrupt him. When heâs not busy, you never have to ask twice. Heâll take good care you donât worry.
Z = Zzz
He doesnât stay the night. Heâll stay until youâre asleep, then head back to work. If he were to stay the night, he probably wouldnât be sleeping anyway. His powers have created a strange lack of need for sleep.
As for you, Albert always wears you out. You fall asleep fast. Even if you are a light sleeper, youâre so worn out that you never stir as he slips out of bed.
i cant believe that there's still gamergate STANK on games that women enjoy. NASTY misogyny residue. stardew valley is in fact a video game. animal crossing is also a video game. so are otome games and dating sims and twee little cozy games. sometimes a bitch doesnt wanna play bloodborne that shit's hard
guys who mainly play 2k and fortnite will still be like oh youre not a real gamer for having 1000 hours in stardew. mother fucker you're larping as a basketball player
frat!kuna finds reasons to talk to his tutor outside of sessions ! (shy!reader)
it was currently three in the morning and for some reason, your phone was going off. you lifted your head up and reached over to grab it. you winced as the bright screen blinded you, squinting and groaning softly. after you recovered, your jaw dropped. to your surprise, sukuna of all people was blowing up your phone.
sukuna: hey, you busy right now?
sukuna: and itâs alr if you are, nws
sukuna: or like, if youâre not in the mood to talk too, thatâs fine.
sukuna: just lmk
you were baffled. he quadruple texted you within five minutes. part of you wondered what was so important. you shot a glance at your roommates bed. it was empty. before you lost your nerve, you hit the call button on his contact.
he picked up after the second ring. despite you being the one to call him, you froze. what do you say? do you tease him for waking you up and quadruple texting? you were so in your head you didnât release a good couple of seconds went by without a word from you.
âhello? you there?â
your stomach twisted in knots. it was just a phone call, why were you so anxious? heâs been nothing but kind to you ever since you met. the way you presented yourself didnât seem to really matter to him. yet it mattered so much to you.
âyes, sorry,â you swallowed hard.
âsoo⊠iâm assuming youâre not busy?â he asked, his tone slightly teasing. your lips curved into a smile and you quickly cleared your throat. you werenât sure why you felt this way about someone you tutored. you didnât mind them usually, but you never spoke outside of sessions, let alone did you look forward to them. you wondered what he wanted to talk about so badly. was it school related? what is it wasn't? either way, the butterflies in your stomach made you even more nervous.
ânope!â you immediately winced at how enthusiastic you sounded. you probably sounded like an obsessive dork. which you werenât, not at all. you were above that. even though everything pointed to that.
"so i'm doing tonightâs homework and i'm lost. the process is long and stupid, and i don't really understand it. i was wondering if you could explain it maybe...?"
huh, of course he was contacting you because of schoolwork. you scolded yourself for even entertaining the thought that it was something else.
"yeah no worries." you said carefully. your enthusiasm has since faded. you felt like a clueless idiot.
"let me facetime you and show you." you froze, facetime? you were in your embarrassing pajamas, hair up in a bonnet, no makeup on. crap. the sound of the facetime request blared from your phone and your heart stopped. with a shaky breath, you hit accept and braced yourself.
"aw, your bonnet is pink. cute." he grinned at the phone. he was laying in his bed with his arm behind his head, no homework page in sight. you blinked at him. his compliment made your brain short circuit.
"yes it is, uhm, thank you." you cringed and moved out of the frame. you heard him chuckle and the embarrassment alone ate you alive.
"anyways, as i was saying..." he droned on about the problem and yet, there wasn't a notebook in sight. was he reciting it from memory? you offered some input and he thanked you, praising you for your help. you couldn't help but frown though. the problem sounded oddly familiar. that's when you realized: the two of you had gone over the exact problem last session.
"correct me if i'm wrong but, didn't we already go over this problem?"
it was his turn to freeze up. "oh? we did?" he asked all innocently, eyebrows furrowed. you gaped at him before giggling.
"yes, yes we did sukuna," you giggled.
"oh? then that's my bad then." he shifted and you could see a worn stuffed animal on his bed. adorable. "hey, those highlighters you used last time, where'd you get them?" he ran his fingers through his hair, a smirk tugging on his lips.
oh, so he did remember the last session. all of this was making your head spin. so was he doing this on purpose? was he making fun of your highlighters too? that was a low blow...
"from this stationary shop in town." you replied. your tone wasn't rude or anything, but there was definitely a shift. you didn't have it in you to hide your disappointment. you thought the two of you had somewhat of an understanding of each other. you thought it wasn't all in your head and that you got along pretty well.
"hmm. i want some, we should go sometime," he suggested. "i think they'd help me focus better." he shrugged.
together?!? you tilted your head at him. "oh no, it's okay, i can give you directions, you know..." you said timidly. first calling you at an ungodly hour, then asking to hangout? did tutors hang out with their mentees? you were pretty sure that didn't happen. like ever.
"i clearly have terrible, terrible memory, so i'd think it would be best if you went with me, you know? just in case." he wasn't even trying to hide his grin anymore. you could see all 32 pearly white teeth. you couldn't help but mirror his smile. the butterflies in your stomach wouldn't let up as it all sunk in. he's asking you out.
"okay then," you agreed, failing to contain your excitement. "just in case."
đâïžÂ 18+ mdni · pussy so good, sukuna taps in
Loving YĆ«ji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened â it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.Â
"So tight, baby," YĆ«ji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that."Â
You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that YĆ«ji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time).Â
"Oh s-shit, baby!" YĆ«ji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"
"H-Harder, YĆ«ji," you beg him, "please."
YĆ«ji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in.Â
Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before.Â
"Enchain."Â
Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears.Â
"Y-YĆ« â"Â
"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin.Â
This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on YĆ«ji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and break through YĆ«ji's control â and right in the middle of fucking, too.Â
"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."
Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded.Â
Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is.Â
Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard.Â
Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you at the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway.Â
"Y-YĆ«ji â"
"My name, brat â"
"âY-YĆ«ji, Y-YĆ«â"
"â I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.Â
You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"
"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."
He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac.Â
"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only."Â
"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I â"Â
"That's it."
The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.Â
When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again.Â
"S-Sukuna?"Â
"No," YĆ«ji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"Â
You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."Â
"Yeah?" YĆ«ji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt.Â
"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."Â
YĆ«ji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior.Â
"That was hot," YĆ«ji admits. "Watching you . . . like that."Â
"It was," you breathe out.Â
When you peer below YĆ«ji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty.Â
Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving YĆ«ji does come with a deal.Â
"Are you tired?" YĆ«ji brushes your hair tenderly.Â
frat!kuna wants to hear your pretty noises (shy!reader)
even though sukuna wasnât very vocal, that didnât mean he didnât want you to be. when you randomly went quiet underneath him, he wasnât pleased. his thick cock split you open, causing your gummy walls to flutter around his length. you were squirming underneath him with your pupils blown wide as you took him. sukuna was in aweâyou looked beautiful under him just as alwaysâbut something was missing. aside from the sound of skin on skin, it was quiet. too quiet.
âdonât go silent on me,â he leaned in to whisper in your ear. âi need to hear you.â
you were flustered. you turned your head away in embarrassment and shook your head. he snapped his hips again, tip nudging your cervix. you bit your lip to suppress the moan threatening to escape from you.
âare you embarrassed?â sukuna asked. âthereâs no need to be, i promise.â
you hesitated, moved by his reassurance. he felt good and you wanted to show him that. but, you were shy. plus, it wasnât like he made any noise other than his praise and a few low grunts here and there. you didnât want to do it alone.
âtaking me so well,â sukuna groaned. âso fucking tight youâd think i didnât take good care of you.â
you let out a quiet moan, back arching. it was so hard to keep quiet, especially with the way he buried you to the hilt. you were so full of him you couldnât think straight. heat pooled in your stomach as he fucked you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.
sukuna was close too, how could he not be? your warm walls hugged his length tightly, practically sucking him into your tight cunt. the sight of you under him was enough to get him off. but without the sound of your broken cries, he wasnât sure if he could finish just yet.
sukuna decided instead of telling you you werenât alone, heâd show you. the groan he let out snapped you out of it. you clenched around him immediately at the sound.
ââkuna,â you whined without even realizing it. âfeels sâgood.â
âthere she is. my pretty girl, donât hide from me. let me hear how good it feels, yeah?â
you nodded and spread your legs even wider. sukuna angled his hips slightly to where his cock reached your sweet spot with each thrust. the delicious stretch was blinding. you cried out his name as you took all of him. his balls slapped against your ass, the lewd sound filling the room and egging him on even more. sukuna groaned into your ear and whispered to you.
âyouâre close? come for me, need to hear it and feel it.â
you werenât as quiet when you came. your orgasm shattered over you at his words. you cried out his name and gripped his bicep. as you came down from the high, you panted, lip quivering as you caught your breath. sukuna followed you right after. he buried you to the hilt with his cock, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your pussy. he groaned softly before collapsing on the bed beside you. his arms found yours, pulling you close to his chest. you put your ear to his chest and listened. his heart was pounding so hard like it was about to burst. you looked up at him with a small smile. he mirrored it and pressed his lips to your forehead.
âto be honest, i donât think i can go again without hearing you,â he admitted. âdonât be afraid, i got you. always.â
á°.á bf!toji who hates seeing you cry until he makes you sob during sex âžâž 18+ mdni
bf!toji who acts like nothing bothers him, but he secretly notices every little change in your mood. he knows exactly how sensitive you are and treats your feelings like something fragile, even if he tries to act casual about it.
bf!toji is the type to drop his tough guy act the second your bottom lip starts shaking. if you two are watching a sad movie and a pet dies, or if you just had a terrible day and drop your cup on the floorâhe's right there. he won't tease you. heâll just pull you against his chest, let you ruin his shirt with your tears, and rub your back until you stop crying. he genuinely hates seeing you sad.
bf!toji who is completely caught off guard the first time it happens. youâre sitting on his lap, wrapped around him, completely lost in the moment. one of his big, rough hand is holding your hips, keeping you close, while he kisses your neck and slowly moves his thick digits inside your pussy, finding a rhythm that takes your breath away.
bf!toji stops completely the second he hears a small, shaky sniffle. he goes totally stiff under you. he stops moving his fingers and pulls back from your neck, his dark eyes wide and worried as he holds your face. seeing tears running down your cheeks scares him a little.
"hey... look at me. what's wrong? did i hurt you?" his voice is rough and actually panicked. "tell me, do you want me to stop?"
bf!toji watches you whine softly because he stopped. you shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder and crying out the truth: "n-no, don't stop... it justâit feels too good, ji. i can't help it."
bf!toji freezes, taking in what you just said. hearing that you aren't crying from pain, but because he is making you feel that good? a switch flips in his brain and the panic disappears, replaced by a huge rush of excitement.
bf!toji becomes totally obsessed with thisâknowing he can make you lose control just by touching you makes his ego go through the roof. the sweet boyfriend who hates to see you cry in public completely disappears behind closed doors. in bed, your tears mean he's doing a good job.
bf!toji gets really smug and loves to tease you about it. heâll purposely slow down, touching the exact spot that makes you crazy, watching your eyes fill with tears while he smirks.
"look at you," heâll whisper, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "crying already? you're so sweet for me. keep going, let me see how good it feels."
bf!toji loves to push you over the edge by building the friction until you can't take it. heâll pin your wrists above your head, spreading your legs wide so he can look right at you while he slides all the way inside. every time he thrusts deep and hits your sweet spot, a fresh wave of tears leaks from your eyes, and he just stares down at you with a dark, heavy grin, loving how loud you gasp and sob under him.
bf!toji who will change positions just to make you cry harder. he'll flip you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up high so he can slide in from behind. the angle is deep and intense, and as he grips your waist hard enough to leave marks, you're burying your face in the pillows to muffle your crying. he'll lean down, his chest pressing against your back, and talk right into your ear.
"baby, let me hear itâturn your head and look at meâgod, look at how wet your face is just because i'm stretching you out like this."
bf!toji decides that if you aren't crying by the end of the night, he didn't try hard enough. it becomes a game to him. he will deliberately push you over the edge, using his dick and his dirty mouth to keep you completely overwhelmed until you're shaking and crying in his arms.
bf!toji who will actually praise you for crying. while he's holding you tight and making love to you, listening to you sob, heâll lean down to kiss your wet cheeks and growl, "that's it, gooood girl. cry for me."
