#tw: voyeurism

[yuutasprincess]

Uhhh how about /yuta/ being the curse this time, and just being so horny and needy as he clings to you and presses his erection to your thigh with a whine.

<3

Curse yuuta… bound to you for as long as you live by the sheer amount of love he has for you. not a day goes by where you can hear your thoughts or stand alone, he’s always with you. inside of you. he just wants to be near you, his no longer beating heart clenches painfully at the idea of parting from you, his love is endless. it’s smothering, suffocating, drowning. his touch isn’t the warm gentle one you remember, it’s icy and now causes goosebumps rather than the butterflies that once erupted. yuuta just wants you. wants you in every meaning of the word, wants to touch you, hear you, think of you, be with you. you, you, you. the only sensible thought in his long gone head, he’s so deeply infatuated with you. nothing has changed for him, at the end of the day curse yuuta still rests next to you in bed and let’s you get comfortable first before curling into you, still sits across from you with a soft look every morning admiring the way your eyes droop, still stands next to you at the sink while you brush your teeth and dries the water dripping down your chin. he still slips his hands up your shirt to feel your skin, still presses his lips to your nape and down your shoulders, still flushes his hips against yours to feel you close. close. close is never close enough for him, even in public with the others sitting at a restaurant, pretending there’s some normalcy in your cursed life, you can still feel the way he rests his chin in the crook of your neck, hear the breathy whine bubbling in his throat, sense the ghosting fingers hovering over the meat of your thighs. the issue with having yuuta bound to you is that while no one else may be able to see his actions they can see you. if megumi so happened to sit up a little taller he’d be able to see the button on your pants pop open, would catch the quick tug of the zipper and the sheet of the table being pulled over your legs as the fabric of your bottoms slide down to your knees. and if itadori were to have seated himself in the empty space next to you he definitely would have noticed the way you now sit taller, would realize it isn’t your knee that’s making you bounce. but a certain someone definitely sees it all. but yuuta doesn’t mind. you’re married to him after all.

#tw: voyeurism #I want curse yuuta to be w me :( #this feels so bad I haven’t written in so long boo #please show in tags please please #lots of tag testing soz #jjk smut #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #jjk x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu smut #yuuta smut

[oh-katsuki]

what is your opinion on a satosugu threesome or voyeurism

I LITERALLY LOVE!!!!! i've had a thought for this FOREVERRRR that i was planning on writing so ill put it here!!!!!!!! i think about it constantly.

cw: threesome, oral (f!receiving), semi-public sex, voyeurism, sub/dom dynamics (suguru > satoru > reader)

anyway, i frequently think about satoru and suguru cornering you in a closet. some semi-public location with people bustling just on the other side of the door. n you're not supposed to be there even under normal circumstances, let alone these ones.

you're leaning back against one of the shelves, your leg propped up in the most comfortable way you can manage. your bare cunt is exposed under the fabric of your skirt and satoru kneels between your legs. suguru stands to your right, close enough that you can feel his body heat, but he's not touching you just yet. no, suguru is just watching.

satoru's hands rest on the inside of your thighs and his tongue laps eagerly at your cunt. he presses the flat of it to your clit, moving it side to side slightly as he holds your legs open. the room is dark, illuminated only by the light coming in through under the door, and it makes the sounds of your pussy feel even louder. you can hear the wet click of his mouth against you, tongue dipping in and out of you as he savors the taste.

you grip the shelf behind you with one hand and knot your fingers in his hair with the other, stifling choked gasps as he creeps you closer to the edge.

"shshshsh," suguru croons from beside you, placing his palm on your forehead and drawing your attention to him. "gotta be quiet. we wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?"

you nod your head, looking into suguru's calculating eyes. they look strangely satisfied. like he's fulfilled at seeing you and satoru be so absorbed in pleasure that he'd orchestrated. though he doesn't touch you, both you and satoru know that suguru is in charge.

suguru's hard. you can feel his bulge from where he stands, just barely touching your thigh. it sits in his pants untouched and unattended.

"touching yourself, satoru?" suguru laughs a little, tilting his head down to glance at where satoru is palming the bulge in his slacks.

satoru doesn't look up or pause, instead just nodding into your cunt. suguru lets out a quiet and somewhat condescensing laugh.

"you're such a pervert." to which satoru opens his eyes and rolls them.

you're caught between the two, grip in satoru's hair tightening as he works you up. his tongue swirls around you, fingers digging into the fleshy inside of your thighs. if you had the mind, you'd notice that the way they dip against your skin looks delightful. suguru is sure to have noticed that.

"he's good at that, isn't he?" suguru asks you.

"mhm, he's-" you choke on your words, subconsciously pulling him against you harder. your sentence is cut short.

"satoru's real good with his tongue," suguru smiles down at you, insinuating something that makes you both jealous and overwhelmingly aroused.

as if on cue, satoru applies pressure to your clit, swirling around it with the tip of his tongue. when you look down at him, his eyebrows are furrowed. it's as if he's deliberately tried to draw your attention to him and he frowns at suguru before delivering a succinct squeeze to your thighs.

you climb higher and higher, the knot in your stomach winding up like a wire gone taut. you tremble and then gasp as your whole body becomes sensitive and suguru places his hand back on your forehead, forcing you to look at him.

his palm is wide and warm and though he doesn't apply much pressure, you get the feeling that you couldn't move your head if you'd tried.

"is satoru gonna make you cum?" he asks quietly, leaning in close to your face. "you gonna let him?"

you don't have a choice. you're going to cum. you feel it welling up in your stomach and behind your eyes, where heat rushes to your face. all you can do is look at suguru while satoru's tongue buries itself in your sloppy cunt. you can feel the way slick drips down the leg supporting you, dampening already sensitive skin.

"eyes open when you do, 'kay?" suguru offers with that gentle cadence of his. playful and coolheaded, he makes you an offer you know you can't refuse.

you feel the peak as it builds, blinding you as you approach that overwhelming finish. you tug at gojo's hair and he takes it as a cue to double down. you gasp and crest over, rising up onto your toes as your legs begin to tremble.

suguru's hand still presses on your forehead and gojo takes it upon himself to attach himself to your clit and slide his hands around to support your lower back. your voice sits just behind your tongue, mouth open in a silent moan as you look into suguru's eyes.

he looks almost wicked. so satisfied that it makes you feel proud. you watch him like he asked you too, pulling satoru's head against your pussy subconsciously.

satoru works you through it, slowing the motions of his tongue as you come down with a choking gasp and heavy breathing. suguru strokes your sweat soaked forehead.

"can i have a turn?" suguru questions.

satoru stands up from between your legs, rubbing the inside of your thighs. then, he reaches up to wipe his cum-soaked mouth.

"jeez, suguru," he smiles. "give the poor thing a minute, at least."

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #satosugu x reader #getou x reader #gojo x reader #I AM SOOOOO #THEY ARE SOOOO??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?! #GOD!!!!!!! #tw: voyeurism #i wanna turn this into a full fic at some point #like a shorter one but still a fic w a little plot and a sexy hot sex scene

[ruris-world]

｡･ﾟﾟ･ My sweet oblivion. ｡･ﾟﾟ･

➳ pairing: yandere!charlotte katakuri x fem!reader

➳ summary: you adapt to your new life, and your husband shows you his biggest insecurity, your reaction surprises him.

➳ content warnings: mention of previous non-con, male mastrubation, inappropriate use of devil fruit, uhh..voyeurism? dubcon,fluff, insecurity, kinda of dom!reader/ sub!katakuri, uhh, emotional breakdown [?? idk, lol ] ooc katakuri, err marriage kink?? [ i seriously don't know ], oh! a bit of a breeding kink, a smidge of a size kink [ i mean come on, he a big boii ], emotionally vulnerable katakuri doesn’t know how how to deal with feelings, a smidge of food play, I guess implied virgin!katakuri, reader is shy yet shameless, handjob, blowjob, pussyjob, no mention of aftercare, kind of rushed ending, also first time writing actual smut

➳ word count: 8.7 k [ 8,751 ]

➳ author note: i have katakuri brainrot, and he needs some love, so it's a win-win situation. also unedited and kind of a rushed ending. Please mention any warnings I missed. Inspired by this ask. English isn’t my first language, and I accept constructive criticism and any advice :)

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It has been a while.

7 months since the wedding, maybe.

you aren’t allowed out often, the few times that you are out you are attached to him, your husband, quite literally by his mochi.

you find it ridiculous, a power that is so powerful due to its user, you saw him fight once and it wasn’t a fair fight, if you could even call it a fight.

whatever…

days tend to blend in each other, especially if its spend in just one room, sure it’s a huge room even while not compared to your ‘normal’ sized body, but there isn’t one to really keep you company.

sure, servants come and go to bring you food, clean and organize, but they don’t speak

well, not to you at least

which you also find ridiculous, you find a lot of things are quite ridiculous.

the first month was spent crying, thrashing, and escaping, trying to at least, he would always find you, or one of his siblings would.

you stopped trying to escape when he emerged from a literal mirror

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the second month was just spent…existing?

you were, are scared of him, you just spent it in a haze, you guess, you don’t remember much but you do remember the time you almost caught him with his scarf off.

It was by accident really, but before you could even glimpse at what was hidden you passed out, and woke up with an aching head, and flowers with a bunch of donuts on your side of the bed.

you didn’t really care what was under the scarf to be honest, but after that incident you went out of your way to avoid him if you even thought his scarf was off.

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the third month…, was when he ‘forced pleasure’ on you.

you guess he is a man after all….

he never did anything other than use his fingers, but even that was too much for you, if you would compare it, its like using a human cock.

well, that’s a lie…

he did use his cock once, just not his real one.

can you even consider a mochi finger shaped as one, a real cock?

you don’t want to think about it.

he never force himself at you, at least not in that sense, even when the budge in his leather pants looks so tight it may just burst.

he makes sure you are cleaned on clean sheets, then he gets off in the bathroom, and sometimes he doesn’t.

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the fourth month, is when you got invited to his mother’s tea-party, it was…nice, to go outside that is, the party itself was chaos.

believe it or not, you tend to fall into routine once you are kidnapped and aren’t allowed to get out of the room being held captive in.

so it was a breath of fresh air when you were let out of your room, and into the tea-party, and yes his siblings are a handful, and you are scared half to death from half of them , but it’s nice.

nothing much happened during the month, you don’t expect much.

…except that one instance.

he makes sure to come back at night, no matter how late the time is, he is always back, and he always gets up early, his side of the bed messy and the distant smell of him still present in the morning.

most of the time you are asleep when he gets back, sometimes you are not.

it was in the latter end that it occurred.

it was late at night, can borderline be considered a morning, no one is supposed to be awake, but you are

you were on your side, glimpses of a well-rested sleep taunt you as the door to the room opens, you don’t get up, you already know who it is, and you’re too tired to entertain his bullshit.

when you hear him call out to you, you don’t respond.

you would’ve called yourself foolish, if not for the fact that he doesn’t use his future-something-haki when he’s with you.

evident by the time, someone walked in when he was pleasuring you, and you never saw that servant again.

there is a rustling present, and it almost lures you back to sleep, except that he calls out to you again

you are annoyed, and very much on the verge of snapping at him, but you ignore it since you aren’t stupid, that is until you hear it

“darling, fuck—j-just like that”

is he…?

he wouldn’t…

“ah—you’re s-so—shit—so good”

would he?

“mmhm, you’re—hah—so sweet f’ me”

what are you supposed to do? do you turn around? talk? pretend to be asleep? ignore?

his pants continue mixed in with a couple of curses and groans, most of them are stifled and you hate that his voice alone sends blood rushing to your face and awaken a second rhythm within you.

you shift to test the waters, he doesn’t make an attempt to stop based on his noises, maybe you shouldn’t…

you ignore that part of you that says you shouldn’t, as the ‘squelnch, squelench, squelench’ drowns your thoughts.

you just wanna see, peek at his tip, see what the obscure sound is, surely his hands and cock aren’t the only thing that can produce such sounds, and bring him such pleasure, right?

it should be fine, right?

you’re his wife, it’s ok, right?

right?

right.

you slowly shift your body, trying not to make such ruckus that you do stop him, and his pleasure from escalating any further.

‘fuck it’ you think as you lay on your other side, eyes closed and make a sleepy sound, you hope it won’t deteriorate him or the situation.

his grunts don’t last another second, as everything around you stills, and silence fill the air, the sound of your deep breaths, and his harsh ones are the only thing present, seconds pass by and then-

hands are on your head, they trail to you cheek, and you feel one of his fingers trace lines on your cheek, and then they let go.

you don’t feel or hear anything after that, and you worry that you caused him to stop, and not reach his end.

not that you should care if he does cum or not.

that thought is interrupted by the noisy sound of slapping of his skin against something that continues, only this time faster and louder.

you are afraid to open your eyes, but that fear disappears when you hear his next words

“i’m going—fuck going to b-breed, you, be -hah- be a good w-wife and take it” accompanied by a loud moan.

all caution is out the window, as your eyes fly open, and what you see leaves you breathless and dripping.

there he is, charlotte katakuri, sweet commander, cold, merciless, the perfect brother, the man who brought you here, your captor and husband, fucking his fist.

his mochi fist, that looks like a cushion and is suspiciously moving along with his hips.

you don’t dare look up, eyes transfixed on his hips moving in and out of the cushion, his cock looks so big and you can even see its imprint —despite the dim lighting— from inside the makeshift cushion, his other hand is gripping the mochi with a death-grip, and you can only imagine what his face looks like.

you hate what the image does to you.

you hate the fact that you can feel your slick drench your panties, even more and then it occurs.

“f-fu—ck!”

holy shit.

you think you can cum from the image of him cumming alone, his hips stall in their movement as he cums, his thighs tense, yet shakes, and his cum spills into and out of the makeshift cushion or fleshlight or whatever; no other thoughts enter your mind other than that you want that thing to be you.

you almost scold yourself for the thought, but then he starts moving again and he do so with a whine you can’t watch it, you wish you could but you honestly think you would cum if you would do, so you take a deep breath and close your eyes.

that night you sleep to the sounds of him panting, and wake up to the same messy sheets with no evidence of the night prior other than the drench in your pants and an almost un-noticeable tear in his pillow.

it’s also the month when he starts to become least present.

sure he sleeps at your chambers with you, but he doesn’t visit or stay or talk, not like he used to, and you find it ridiculous.

you find it ridiculous that he makes you crave his presence, you find it ridiculous that he makes you miss him, you find it ridiculous that you cry yourself to sleep twice a week because of him.

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the fifth month, you snap.

he comes in one day, it's midday if you would assume, there are no clocks in your shared room so you have no way of telling, you are reading a stupid romance that can’t catch your attention, when the door open and the ‘clink, clink, clink’ of his steps appear.

you look up at him, as he shrugs off his jacket, and wanders to your shared closet.

you would have admired his back, if you weren’t so blinded with rage, you look at the mirror, think twice, shake your head then get up from your place.

you stalk towards the closet doors in the big room, and come face-to-face with his leg, oh what did you even expect?

you look up at him, as does he look down on you, he speaks first “darling? do you require anything?”

you stare, and stare and stare, a million thoughts rush into your head, a million more you want to scream at him, in the end just tears fill your eyes.

you sniff, gather all your strength and hit his leg, he may punish you but you don’t care, you are hurt.

“why did you leave?” another hit

“who do you think you are?” another hit

“you can’t j-just—just leave me like this!” another

“what? you can’t even spend time with me?” and another

“you’re so so…selfish!” another, and another and another, and then he bends down, and you break.

your eyes are closed, sobs recks your body and fills the air, your tears fall to the ground, and you probably look like a mess right now, but you don’t care.

your breath escapes in gasps, and you feel yourself being picked up, you’re so tired you can’t even yelp.

he brings you up to him, and when you open your eyes, blurry vision can barely see past his scarf, sobs, snot, tears, and even a bit of drool are falling all over his gloved hand.

god, you are so pathetic.

before you can wallow in more self pity, his other hand come to wipe at your face, and trying to save yourself from more humiliation, you go to help him, he doesn’t let you, and you don’t have the power to fight him.

your face is flushed, and you try to calm your harsh breathing that is broken by a few sobs.

once you have calmed down enough, he speaks, voice filled with an unknown emotion “I apologize darling, I hadn’t quite thought of how my actions may affect you”

you look up at him and hold his stare, after a few moments he pats your head.

you stare off at his scarf and decide to just spit it out before you chicken out “w-will you stay with me?”

his eyes soften, and you feel your heart flutter as the words “of course, my dear” are whispered into the air.

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the sixth month is…messy.

your relationship is improving somewhat, there are still awkward moments, not that you are the one to blame; after all it's not like you asked to be kidnapped.

it’s the month he lets you out the most, he takes you on walks, and strolls, he combs your hair once, well at least he tried, he makes you sleep on his chest that month, you refused at first, but he didn’t care and either way you both know that you can’t do anything about it.

you think that his chest is warm and smells like mochi, and you had asked him to take you with him when he went to do his work, surprisingly he did.

he makes you a mochi bed thingy, which you quite enjoy as it is very comfortable and bouncy. You stopped asking for it though, since he would become red in the face almost every time you did ask for one, and would sometimes leave you alone in the room.

you find being left alone ridiculous.

you find the fact that you miss him, more so.

you find yourself catching feelings, the most ridiculous fact of all.

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the seven month, this month is…

you are in your room, getting ready for bed, he isn’t here, however you find comfort that he would be in the morning, after all tomorrow is your anniversary, and he had made sure that he got the day off, well half-a-day but it’s better than nothing.

you are in your nightgown, about to get under the covers when he enters the room, and locks the door, which he doesn’t normally do, unless he leaves you alone in his office.

something is wrong

the air around him is tense, you can tell from the frown present on his face, and the slight rigidity of his movement confirms your suspicion that something is wrong.

you are debating whether or not to ask him when he sit on the bed, you blink and tilt your head, the question lingers in the air, you ask nonetheless “is something bothering you?”

he looks at you, you hold his stare, your frown mirrors his, it deepens when he sighs, he looks to the side.

this is new, he is usually…well, straightforward, blunt.

you sit upright when he mumble a “it’s nothing”

“katakuri…, what is it?”

he looks at you, off to the side again, back at you, closes his eyes, then sighs.

“kata—”

“I may be a monster, but I will always protect you, you may find it unpleasant, many before you have, however that won’t deter my affection for you…”

you are confused as fuck.

his eyes are on you, watching you as if you’re the only one that matters, and in that instant you feel like you are.

“it’s an unsightly matter, I will not put the blame on you, if you may wish not to view.”

what the hell does he mean?

he stops, and makes his way into the bed adjusting himself so that his face is near yours, and then he continues.

“this mark of shame that is constantly on me, i will not be saddened if you may not require to view it, again…”

you can see the intensity of emotions in his eyes, and despite all the words spewing out of his mouth, you think that you can get lost in the pretty amber.

“after all it is the reminder of my failure, a-as a brother, my imperfection…”

his hands go up into his face, you feel obliged not to look away, as if you owe him this, grips his scarf with one large hand, stays there, waits.

his breathing is hard, like he has been waiting for this moment, knows how it will end.

…and in one swift movement the barrier between the both of you is broken.

his eyes scan your face, as you do the same.

you want to laugh, honestly.

scoff at his face, and laugh at him.

for thinking all of that, and making a speech over some fangs.

it’s laughable, but you don’t.

laugh that is.

what you do is scan his face, his lips are kissable, his fangs are nice, gives him a charm about him, you wonder how they feel, are they pointy? or soft? could a nip penetrate the skin? you want to touch them, no you want them to touch you.

you want to feel them, really feel them, want to kiss them, want to feel them running down your body, want them to go up and down, want to feel them between your legs, nipping at your—

his scar stretches all the way up to his ears, and you never thought a scar could looks so attractive before, you want to kiss it, every inch of it, you want to run your hand through it, you wonder if the skin feels different there? would the texture feel different than his skin, his lips? how far is he willing to let you explore him?

you intake a sharp breath, his eyes flicker to you, right now though, right now, with his heated cheeks, laboured breath and flickering eyes, he looks so, so…

“cute.”

he blinks, you do too.

a blush.

“you’re so cute, katakuri”

your hand goes to his cheek, his eyes follows.

your thumb runs over his scar, it does feel different.

not bad…, just different.

he blinks at you, you can feel the heat rising to his cheek, when you look at him, he holds your stare for no more than a second then immediately invades it, you swore you saw a glimmer of tears there.

a few more beats and breaths, his hand stops you from touching his fangs, his eyes still haven’t caught yours.

“s-stop, it’s not—you may hurt yourse—”

his words are cut off by your hum, you can almost feel his doubt, guilt, he’s nervous, anxious, and you never wanted him more.

you slip your hands out of his, you take a large hand into your tiny ones and begin pulling it towards you as your words fill the air between you both

“you don’t believe me, hm? well, you can use your whatever haki, or…”

your eyes goes up, up, up, as the hand that you captured goes down, down, down.

“you can check for yourself…”

until it reaches below your nightgown and presses his enormous fingers into the damp spot, leaves them there.

you take a deep breath, consider your choices, this man is the one who took you, forced himself on you, you feared him for the longest time, he left you alone multiple times, felt like you were abandoned, but…

his eyes speaks volumes, there are tears and disbelief present, and that speech that left his mouth still makes it so that he is open, vulnerable

you want to take care of him, eventhough….

ah, fuck it, you think and then speak.

one.

two.

three.

“…my dear husband”

he intake a sharp breath, and stills, you swear you could see his eyes darken, his fingers push where you left them, which makes a surprised moan leave your lips.

and then you pull yourself up into him, your hands are on his cheek, a few beats then he looks at you, a frown on his face.

you pay it no mind as your lips crash into his.

a beat, then another, and another, then he responds, and oh, does he respond.

its inexperienced, messy, your lips don’t mold together, but god is it satisfying.

you don’t think you have been kissed like this before, you don’t think you will ever be kissed like this again, and in that moment you don’t think you mind it so much.

at first it's slow, then escalates and escalates, and then there is tongue, and spit, and drool, and teeth, and fangs.

you find out that the fangs do break skin, well at least the ones on your lips.

a beat, and a second, then a third, your heart throbs against your ribcage, and escalates until you are almost sure that he can hear it, you want to stay there forever, trapped into an infinite kiss but alas you are a human and you need oxygen.

you pull back, he chases after you, trapping you again against him, you smile, pull back, want to tease him yet his hand pushes your head pressing into him, he wants more and more and more.

he is greedy.

he is insatiable.

he is selfish.

but only with you.

only for you.

you put your hand on his jaw, he jolts, you break free, with only a string of spit trapping you to him.

pants escapes you, making you breathe harder, and harder, he isn’t in a better state than you, in fact you would say he is in a worse state.

drool escaping from the side of his open mouth, face flushed till his neck, you can swear there are hearts in his eyes, along with unshed tears—your heart clenches at the sight.

your lips brush against his, and he almost captures you again, if not for the grip you have on his hair, one tangled in his now messy hair, another grabbing at the nape of his neck, he groans as the grip you have on him causes you to pull on his hair. 

he presses his fingers into you, both of you are playing a dangerous game.

none of you mind.

“wait, kata…lay on your back.”

his eyes that were previously glazed with a haze clear a bit, yet there is a confused frown on his face.

“huh? b-but you—”

“shh, kata, let your wife take care of you for a split second, and relax.”

“come on, katakuri…” a peck on his lips, “be a good husband and lay on your back” another peck, this time near his fangs, “let me make you feel good” another peck, this time on his nose, his eyes flutter close at the contact.

with a groan he gets off you, and lays on his back on the bed, you follow after him, straddling his heaving chest.

your hands slowly travel along his abdomen, towards his pecks, slowly trace over each nipple, lingering there and then escalate towards his neck, to his jaw which is slack open for you, his eyes continue to follow each movement as your hands stay at his jaw a bit further.

you dully note that a past you would call you ridiculous, what you are doing is ridiculous, would probably shout at you, tell you that you shouldn’t do this with your kidnapper, the man who strike so much fear inside you, the man who hurt you for far too much, that you should hurt him just as much, and even if it was a lie call him ugly, disgusting, a monster.

you leave that part behind you whenever you press your lips to his jaw, trailing pecks over there, he jerks in your hands, you guess he is pretty sensitive there.

you hum, with a smile, and whisper in his ear “what’s wrong kata? did i hit a spot?” he shudders in response, and you get more wet at the thought that a man so big, powerful, and beefy is reduced to a shuddering and blushing mess with just a few touches.

Katakuri has no idea how to feel, or process the situation before him.

He didn’t expect your response in a million years, and the mere thought that you not only said those words but continued to mark him with your wet kisses and wandering hands makes his head spin.

and while surprise and bashfulness full him and heat his cheeks at the way you called him your husband—the tone, the hidden emotion, and the way you looked at him—he can’t deny that it turned him on, immensely.

perhaps he should feel more grateful for you and your reaction, however he can’t help feeling that maybe you do deserve to feel some level of disgust at viewing his face, that maybe you should have screamed, or that maybe you should have—oh

“Fuck”

“Hmm? now tell me dear husband of mine—” he almost whines “—where have i lost you”

he flushes more under your gaze that captures him feels like it will swallow him whole, it's lustful and full of want, he duly notes the effect you have on him, and that a past him wouldn’t be so appreciative that he is allowing himself to be weak and vulnerable.

but that’s ok.

because the past him doesn’t have you around.

because the past him doesn’t have you kissing down his tattoos.

because the past him doesn’t have you whispering hushed praises about him.

because the past him doesn’t have your lips kissing and licking down his body.

because the past him doesn’t have you willingly blushing and fumbling as you ascend his body.

because the past him doesn’t have you, just you, so tiny, and exposed to him.

his hands flex at his sides as you kiss down his happy trail, leading you to his prominent bulge that's straining against his leather pants.

you hum and look at him through your lashes, his breath catches in his throat, god he’s so weak for you, its almost pathetic.

Almost.

your tiny fingers go to his belt, trying to free him, yet as you fumble with the skull on his belt, his hands come to join you, he’s hesitant, you note “can you help me?” you encourage him and the blush is consistently increasing down his neck as he whispers a “yes”

you let go and watch in fascination the way his hands quickly and masterfully unbuckle his belt, then proceeds to remove his pants, your hands flies to his, “take those off too” you motion to his gloves.

he nodes then does as he is told, and you inspect them, you know how they feel, but seeing every little detail in them? appreciating how his hands are much bigger than yours? how are his fingers longer? knowing they could reach spots you never dreamed of experiencing?

god, they were pretty, looked calloused and rough, like they have texture, and the veins that ran down them, you could drool.

your thighs unconsciously rub against each other to gain some friction, but you remind yourself that this isn’t about you, it's about him.

“kata, kata, you’re so pretty..”

his closes his palms at that, and flexes them open, you can’t help it, your hands go to grab his fingers and bring them to your lips “can i?”

“yeah.” he says the word breathless, and you don’t wait a second before you put two fingers into your mouth, both of you groan at the contacts. Your hands goes to hold his hand and guide more of his fingers into your wet cavern, you suck on them and run your tongue under them, as response he presses on your tongue, weighing it down, you moan at the feeling, dragging his fingers backwards and forth, a few more times until you feel harsh breaths blowing into your face, you open your eyes that you haven’t even realised you closed, to meet amber ones.

Katakuri’s eyes were wide blown, watching the way your mouth sucks his fingers off like its a cock, and the way you seem like the simple act of having his fingers in your mouth has brought you pleasure, he couldn’t help it, he normally has enough self-restraint, but it was like his fingers had a mind of their own.

you are taken aback by the taste of a mochi-like substance that suddenly erupts in your mouth, and you stare at him yet find his gaze distracted at the way his fingers escape your mouth to make the liquid dribble down your chin and into his leather pants.

You swallow what you could of the liquid, and he watches with eyes of a predator as it gobbles down your throat, you lose yourself for a moment in his face, and once again you are captured by the beauty of the man infront of you.

Katakuri can feel the heat of your cunt on him, and the realization that he is the one who got you all hot and bothered turn him on more than he cares to admit, he can feel the weight of your gaze on him, and when his eyes flicker to you, he is stunned by you for a second, and just when he is about to be captured in your spell again its broken by your small “hi”, and he thinks you never looked more adorable than this, so flustered and tiny, cute little gasps escaping you, and the way you keep fidgeting around.

“Hey” his voice rumbles, a rare smile crossing his face, and the giggle that you let escape warms his heart a bit more.

The wholesome moment is yet again interrupted, by the gasp he lets out as you adjust yourself directly into his bulge, and the shocked expression, followed on by the smirk on your face lets him know that he’s in for real.

You continue your previous actions, and pull down your kata’s pants, he helps you by raising his hips and then continuing to pull them down further down, and yet again you are infatuated with the man below you. The way his thighs are flexing and twitching, they looked so muscular and you find yourself wanting to bite them, kiss them, and worship them, yet the only thing that you find more delicious is the way the now much larger bulge is wet, you’re not even sure if a man can spare that much pre, without cuming.

You wont lie, you are intimidated by his size, that isn’t fully revealed, yet you find yourself strangely aroused, you’re not even sure why, thus before you can back out, you pull down his boxers, and your jaw drops.

The way he almost slaps your face as he springs up, only to be hung down by the sheer weight of him, the way he has veins running up and down his shaft, the way he is continuously twitching and the way he throbs, the angry red tip that is all but leaking delicious pre, all that and more makes a second rapidly fast heartbeat in you awaken, and all you can think is that you want him i– no.

you need him inside you.

“Darling, y-you don’t have to do this if you–oh fuck” he is cut off by your mouth leaching on his tip, and sucking on him, you can’t fit him inside you, yet you hollow your cheeks and push more of him into you.

Katakuri is convinced he has died and ascended to a heaven-like place for monsters like him, not only is he feeling toe-curling pleasure, he is receiving it all from you, and katakuri has never felt more loved as he does now.

Laying on his back, with you pleasuring him, and both of you having such a vulnerable yet intimate moment, he would have never imagined this the day that you came into his life, not by the way you reacted at first, screaming and thrashing all around.

No, he was fully prepared to live all his life loving you while you hated him and despised him, you are his everything, and as he gasps at the way you littered him with kisses, all wet and sloppy, he can swear that he has never felt more loved and in love than in this moment.

You lick up the pre from the underside of his cock all the the way to his tip, where you kiss it, before smearing some on your lips, you lick your lips as you watch the way your hands continue to pump him, he’s so big, both your hands can’t even fit around him.

“You taste so good kata, like mochi” you giggle at the sound that escapes him at that statement, before going back to licking and sucking him, one hand goes to his balls, while the other sneaks its way to rub at your embarrassingly wet panties.

You close your eyes shut, as you hear the few groans that he lets out, his mouth otherwise covered by his hand, you would have told him to let you hear him, if you couldn’t feel that he was close.

You try your best to relax your throat, its painful you won’t deny but you know you will be rewarded with the sight of him cumming, so you push through, you force your muscles to relax, to fight the discomfort, you bring both hands to stroke his twitching length, you try what you know, your drool and his previous pre helps serve as lube.

Your eyes snap to him, intent on watching him climax, katakuri’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his mouth is covered by one hand, drool escaping the side of it, his other hand gripping the pillow beside his head so hard that you worry about it for a moment, yet the best treat of all is his eyes, rolled to the back, and if the light focused just right you could see the tears mark down his flushed cheeks.

it’s all too much for you, and yet it proves the same for him as his hips suddenly jolts, with a keen moan–more like a whimper of your name–and then he cums, it’s sweet, yet thick and is too much, your eyes water trying to swallow as much as you possibly can, however it proves futile as after a few seconds you’re getting off him, choking and gasping for air, you try to get your breathing under control, and when you do, it’s when he just finished cumming.

Katakuri does not recall what happened the moment his orgasm has him, all he know is that the pleasure was too much, and then he was seeing stars, he barely registers the sound of choking, nothing but pleasure that he never has felt before registers in his veins, it’s as if every fibre of his being is experiencing it, and he thinks he passed out for a few moments, he cannot recall.

All katakuri knows is that by the time his eyes are opened again, he feels at easy yet so ridiculously sensitive for the first time in his life he doesn’t have the words to describe how he feels, only that he was feeling an after-glow of pleasure he can’t comprehend however that was contracting the look on your face, your eyebrows are crossed in a frown, and you had your hands holding the side of his face.

your thumb rubbing his cheek, which was a weird sensation, not unpleasant…just different; he feels exposed, like he is showing something meant to be a secret to everyone and everything around him, yet he never more close to you than at that moment, and he quite liked that, he liked having you and him alone, intimate, vulnerable together, to be able to indulge in each other like this has to be a blessing, or divine intervention to have an angel like you gifted to him.

“You’re drooling, kata”

He didn’t think he had the energy to blush even more, nevertheless you prove him wrong once again in the same night, yet the sound of your laughter makes it worth the temporary embarrassment, without him noticing a smile stretch into his face, he feels safe and content with you.

But then he remembers, “darling?”

“Kata” he can hear the smile in your voice, he takes both hands in his, and your smile flatters a bit, “what’s wrong? Did you not like it?”

He shakes his head, before pressing his lips to your palms, he’s careful not to graze you with his fangs. “No, i did, i enjoyed it quite a lot, frankly”

“Then what's wrong, do you-”

“Darling, rest, i just…”

“Hm?”

“Well, i–you, i want to return the favour…i need to make you feel good” he feels like a fool, stumbling over his words like that.

“...you don’t have to do that”

“No, I want to, I need to bring you pleasure, as the one you have brought upon me, only if you are comfortable with that too. darling , do you want this?”

“Yeah” it's breathless, the way you say it, just like he previously did and the way your lips are, it’s like every movement you make is to tempt him, tease him, it feels like a trap, and even if it was, he would gladly fall into one, if it's for you but now, now he wants to kiss you.

So he does.

You’re surprised for a moment, and he thinks that he did something wrong, before you respond back, with the same intensity. It's passionate, full of electricity and emotion, it's like two lovers have met after a long time. It's pleasant, but then it’s not. It quickly escalates, until it’s all drool, teeth and tongues clashing with each other, it’s like taking a bite out of a forbidden fruit, something that you know is wrong yet feels good, too good, both of you want more, so more you take of each other, until the moment you can’t go longer with oxygen is reached.

God, this must be the millionth time you kissed him tonight, yet you can’t get enough; you want to makeout with him forever, his lips are addicting, and the way his fangs feed that addiction is unmeasurable.

Somehow during that process katakuri managed to get rid of your nightgown, you don’t even notice until you feel one of his hands creeping up your back, and that sends signals down your spine.

The way his fingers are delicately running up and down your back, and fiddling with the strap of your bra leaves goosebumps down their path that you are sure he can feel, you would be too occupied with the thought of that if it weren’t for his lips that are moulding against yours.

You let out a gasp that is swallowed by his tongue, as he manages to get you out of your bra, he keeps a hand on your hips, holding you still with one and the other one goes to your cheek pulling you away but not before ending it with a peck on your lips, you try to deepen it drunk off the taste of him but he doesn’t let you, instead he chuckles at the whine you let out and the sound goes straight to your core.

“patience, pretty…” his voice is sharp, deep, and sends tingles all over your body, the ability of his voice and the entirety of him that has a hold on you can’t be denied any longer, no matter what you try it always catches up to you.

katakuri ‘s thumb rub over your bottom lip, teasing you, everything stalls for a moment, it's like there’s only you and him, he looks majestic like this, almost heavenly, the way his amber eyes are gazing at you, almost devouring you, and then the cold air hits you, and you realize your bra has abandoned you, almost instantaneously his eyes widen with an emotion your brain cannot decipher.

Your hands go to cover yourself, suddenly feeling shy and bashful under his intense gaze, he doesn’t say anything for what felt like forever, until he grasps both of your wrists in one broad hand, and rubs circles into the back of your hand.

The other hand still trapping you against him, almost like he needs you two to be close, intertwined with each other, desiring you, becoming selfish and indulging himself for once, and yet he will be selfish, if it's with you, never once daring to think of a warm embrace, a chance to rest, to be vulnerable with no judgement, he needs you, and you need him. It’s a simple fact, yet one that seems as a sin, and yet, yet…if a monster like him is to be able to serve you, bring you pleasure, will it be less of a sin?

“Darling, don’t hide from me..” he sounds almost hurt, as if the mere thought of you thinking you’re undesirable brings him pain, as if you’re anything less than perfect, the mere thought of you not seeing yourself as he sees you, not being treated like you deserve to be makes a flame lit inside of him, he needs to show what he sees through his eyes when he dares lay his gaze on you, and he starts by pulling your hands away.

The hand on your hips brings you further into his chest while the other lets go of your hands, not before placing a kiss on each of them, your hands land uselessly into his pecs, as his mouth graze the tender flesh on your breast, hesitantly he begins placing kisses there before taking a nipple into his mouth, the euphoria you feel from such a simple act causes your hands to press down on him, and such a simple act makes you feel a heartbeat raising under your touch.

He gains courage the longer he keeps nursing on you, one hand is already playing with your other nipple, teasing you as he rolls it in-between his fingers, he’s good at this, almost too good. A choked moan escapes you at a particularly hard twist accompanied by sharp fangs scraping your skin, it’s too much and yet not enough, your hands somehow found their way into his hair, pulling at him, and you feel rather than hear the growl that follows your actions.

“katakuri, please” your voice comes out more pathetic than you would like, yet you don’t have time to dwell on it, as he releases the bud from his mouth with a ‘pop’.

He leaves a wet kiss into your other nub before whispering against it “no one else likes seeing me like this” Your hands grips his hair harder, pulling him away from your chest, his eyes unhoded and hazed with lust takes a moment to adjust to yours, ignoring the way his saliva and cool air makes your nipples stand hard you took in a shaky breath to arrange your thoughts.

“…stop” you don’t know what else to say, this is the same man who kidnapped you, and took you by force, and yeah sure your feelings for him developed into something, but it’s complicated.

it’s within your right to be upset at him, you should curse him and after all the things he had done to you, be ingratiated to be within his vacenitg yet you can’t bring yourself to do it, you look at him and his eyes stare back at you.

There it is again, that look in his eyes, it makes you want to scream, why? why? why?

You can feel tears brim near your eyes, he blinks at that once, twice, “stop, just stop!” it comes out more than a sob than you would like, yet you can’t do anything about it, you don’t want this, you don’t—

Katakuri’s lips are on yours, his knuckles brushing against your cheeks, other hand on your back, pushing you more into him, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle, connected, pulling away just to whisper sweet nothings against your lips, apologizes spill from him, and continue doing so as his kisses trail down your jaw and into your neck, his fangs scraping along them, neither painful nor pleasurable, just applying pleasure.

You gasp as wet kisses are being planted into your collarbone and descending further downwards, yet not fast enough, large large hands busy themselves by pushing you into him, other hand hovering on your thighs, hesitant, before grabbing a handful of them.

“kata, please…” It's amazing how a couple of words can make your husband snap, as soon as these words are let out into the air, his grip on you tightens where it can almost be considered painful.

He drags you closer to him, and the feeling of countless hard years of training runs deliciously against your clothed cunt. Your moan is wet and full of sound as the first real friction of the night is received by you. Familiar fingers push your ruined panties to the side before proding against your entrance, they move slowly coating themselves in your juices before plunging into you.

The wanted touch of his makes your back arch, and suddenly your back hits the mattress, and his mouth is on your nipples again, it’s all too much stimulation, the way his fingers is constantly moving in and out of you, the way his tongue leaves marks and kisses everywhere, the hold he has on your hip bone preventing you from running away from his ministrations.

Too much.

Too much pleasure, it's almost painful.

And yet.

Yet you want more.

Need more.

Your thoughts are in a jumbled mess, and it takes way more effort than you would care to admit to speak, still you do; because as his desire for you is insatiable, so is yours for him.

“W-wait, wait, please stop!” his hands stall almost immediately, he detaches his lips from your body, and his hand is again in your cheek rubbing soothing circles into your cheek, which you lean into, before meeting his gaze.

It’s full of worry, his brows furrowed, a pout on his flushed lips—really all of him is— before asking in a whisper, as to not startle you “are you alright, darling? have I gone too much? Do you want to stop? We don’t have to–”

You feel bashful under his gaze, and the way he is so concerned for you, you try to regulate your breath, but you want it so bad, need it in you. “Hah- god no…no, no, I-I wanna cum on your cock…”

“Darling.., I–We can’t…”

Katakuri feels bad for the frown on your face, he doesn’t want to deny you it saddens him and as he watches a frown settles on your face, your lower lips wobbles, it pains him to see you like this and he is ready to apologize again, offer you another option to bring you pleasure as the one you brought him, yet his thoughts are interrupted again by you.

“We– you don't have to put it in…” your voice is small, mumbled but he is sure that he had heard you, he is confused for a moment before you say again, your voice wavering “you.., I can just rub it against me..” your hands immediately goes to your face.

He doesn't say anything, too stunned to say anything, his mind is running around trying to figure out how that will be possible.”We–we don’t have to do it…it’s ok, just forget I said anything” God, he really is terrible at this whole thing, however he won’t let his inability to express himself to you get in his way.

“Yes.” you sniffle and peek between your fingers to look at him “Whatever you want, just show me how to please you and I will.” The way he says those words makes your heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You whine as he pulls your hands away from your face, he kisses them as an apology, before his breath hits your face, “whatever you want…” he whispers, so genuine and full of emotion that you almost burst out crying, but you don’t, and the only thing that manages to slip out of you is a tiny “uh-huh”

He pecks your lips, and looks at you expectantly “lay back” he does as he is told, slowly manoeuvring his way so he is sitting with his back to the headboard. His cock is semi hard, laying on his stomach twitching every other second.

Katakuri watches you intently as you fix yourself on top of him, keeping a hand near your hips to support you whenever you need it.

Your hands go to grab his cock, coaxing a bead of pre from him, his groan makes you clench, impatiently wanting to have him against you.

“Hah, you can touch katakuri, help g-guide me” you say breathing harshly, it’s not like you can go around his whole length by yourself, you need some form of assistance.

His hands grab your hips, thighs spreading widely to accompany his size, helping you align yourself with his cock. Your clit is swollen and twitching, desperate for some sort of stimulation, his precum serves as lube mixing in with both of your juices.

Your hands are on his abdomen searching for stability before you make contact with him, an embarrassingly large moan a result of that

The drag of him feels heavenly, your eyes don’t tear away from the sight of where the both of you are mixed, your lips are spread open, you can feel every vein on his shaft, every throb of him, the entirely of him, you slid easily against him, the pre of him helping you in accomplishing that.

Your breathing is harsh, biting your lips to conceal your moans before wet lips press against yours, you gasp unsuspecting of your husband's actions, before reciprocating trying to shove and mold your tongue against him

He pulls away just just for you to chase after him missing the familiar warmth, he doesn’t let you, capturing your jaw in his hands, cupping them before breathing into them, you’re practically breathing each into each other and sharing the same breath.

“Please…” you’re not above begging and thus you find yourself with a thumb in your mouth and his dark voice whispers into your ear “don’t hide, darling, speak to me, let me hear you…” you don’t think, you just nod, desperate to have him against you again “i need to hear you say it darling…”

“I-I won’t hide…just please” He can never deny you, your head is thrown back yet you can feel his gaze on you, moans escape both of you—an indicator and reassurance of the pure bliss and ecstasy you both are feeling.

He guides your hips making you feel the drag of your clit, so puffy and desperate against his cock, feels like paradise to you, the only thing that would feel better is having him inside of you—but that’s for another time.

You’re enthralled to have him like this, countless nights you have been spending thinking of a moment like this, with him, charlotte katakuri.

Your husband.

You can feel the coil in your stomach reappearing, you won’t last long—that you know, yet as you look down on your panting husband you feel the need to hold off your orgasm a bit longer, in hopes of seeing him cum.

His face is concentrated, and all scrunched up, the warmth of your cunt against his frustrated cock is nothing like he had imagined, and he distinctly notes that he can’t go back to a mochi cushion after feeling you since he can never replicate the feel of your pussy, something so divine.

Any sense of rationality katakuri has disperse as he hears your voice, high pitched, whiny and desperate—so heavenly to him “I’m gonna cum, please, wan’a cum, fe—ah!—feels good”

Your hands dig into his skin, and his speeds up, frustrated desire accompanies him, intent on watching you unfold before his eyes, he can feel his end too, never imagining something like this could feel so good.

“Go ahead and let go” and just like that with a broken moan the coil in your stomach snaps, it feels beyond heavenly to be rewarded after such a long time, and katakuri keeps you upright with a hand while the other still stimulates you, makes you ride off your orgasm and he keeps going even your orgasm washes over you in waves, it’s too much stimulation for your brain and body, no coherent thoughts are present in your body “too much, ‘s moree pleaseee….”

“Fuck.” with a curse word that seems too improper for your husband, he manages to cum for the second time of the night, semen splattering all over his stomach, his grip on your is the only thing keeping you stable from falling into his heaving chest.

The afterglow of your orgasm basks you into sleep, you’re sure when you wake up in the morning your body will be filled with bruises and an ache in your muscles, but you can’t seem to focus on that with the way your husband’s voice lures you to sleep, baking you and consuming you whole.

“Darling, you did so good, I didn’t hurt you, did I? Was I too rough? Do you require a—“

“Mhmm, want you..please, don’t leaveee…”

“Never.”

“Mhmm”

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#one piece #one piece drabbles #character: charlotte katakuri #tw: dark content #tw: yandere #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #ruri writes #tw: food play #katakuri x reader #one piece x reader #yandere one piece #yandere katakuri #katakuri smut #one piece smut #yandere katakuri smut #katakuri x y/n #tw: voyeurism #tw: breeding #tw: size kink

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Diego: She’s coming with us, she can mimic all our powers. We need her

Klaus: She never mimics my power

Lila: I did once, wont be doing that again…that shit was weird

Klaus: I know right!

Lila: Yeah, didn’t really appreciate the dead creep trying to watch me in the shower

Klaus: You get used to it

Diego: What dead creep, where is he?

Klaus: He’s already dead Diego chill, you cant double kill him

Diego: Like hell I cant

#the umbrella academy #tua #tua shitpost #tua incorrect quotes #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #lila pitts #tw: voyeurism #klave #david katz #tua dave

[poppy-metal]

i don’t know if you write for chrissy x eddie x reader but what if you’re having a sleepover with them and insist to sleep in the guest room next to chrissy’s room because they’re a couple and need their space. while you’re tossing and turning in the middle of the night you start hearing moans from the other room (thin walls!). you can’t help but listen in because they’re loud enough for you to hear whether or not you want to so you just kinda accept it. and it goes on and you start feeling tingly so you start touching yourself, getting off to chrissy and eddie’s pretty moans. and then you hear eddie saying something (quite loudly) along the lines of “letting me fuck you while your best friend is right next door” and later “maybe she’ll join us” and suddenly you’re leaving the guest bedroom and knocking on chrissy’s door ! the rest is up to you :D

oh :(

thinking of being jealous and you're gonna go downstairs n put a pillow of your head and sulk. the muffled moans and thumps against the wall make your heart lurch and it isn't until you hear eddie say, "you're thinking of her, huh?" that you stop, get curious.

press your ear against the adjoining wall and hear chrissys whine. eddies husky chuckle, "shit. clenched right up on my cock when i said that. baby-" you hear the sound of wet kissing, imagine hes on top of her, her long pale legs wrapped around his waist. "what're you thinking about hm?"

the thumping starts up again. slower this time. you think he just be dragging in and out of her slowly, to tease her. "her tight little ass or her pussy? i bet shes got a pretty fucking pussy."

you don't expect to hear chrissys moan. that loud. like the thought of your cunt just sent her into overdrive. you feel your own clit twitch in your sleep shorts.

"think you'd look so hot with her sitting on your face." eddie says, voice dark and husky. chrissy whines again, clearly loving the idea. "maybe I'll fuck her, yeah? let you watch."

"eddie." chrissy gasps.

"fuck, you're so dirty." he grunts, and the pace picks up again. the thumping steady. "my dirty girl. gonna make you eat my cum out of your best friends cunt when im done. let her get my my baby all messy. you want that, huh? wanna be a good little puppy and eat your masters cum anywhere you can get it. just a bonus if its from her little hole."

you're touching yourself now, to the image hes made.

"you gonna be a good friend and hold her hand while i fuck her?" he groans and you hear chrissys reply, soft and needy.

"yes sir." she whimpers. "wanna s-see her take your cock- please- wanna lick her clean after- eddie. gonna cum."

"cum on my dick, honey." he encourages. "let me feel it. say her name when you do."

you and chrissy cum at the same time. you bite your fist to smother the sounds. your name is a soft cry on her lips.

eddie cums soon after, grunting.

you lean heavily against the wall, hear chrissys voice again, "c-can we really? do all that?"

"its up to you, baby. and her. I want whatever you want."

"i want her..."

"then you'll have her."

#ask #hehe #tw: voyeurism #kinda #eddie x chrissy x reader #eddie spaghetti

[murdrdocs]

still thinking abt corey 😞 tw for accidental but consensual voyeurism and exhibitionism

you dont hear the crunch of leaves under boots just outside your window. the whistle of the wind disguises it, instead of carrying it. that, along with your high pitched moans, prevents you from hearing the break of twigs under bodyweight and the creak of a hand pressing against your windowsill.

how could you hear it when your fingers are stuffed deep into your cunt, dragging against your spongy walls, and your baby blue vibrator is gently sitting on the bundle of nerves that leads to your clit.

you hadnt found yourself in this position in a long time, not since you started sleeping with corey. there wasnt a need for you to please yourself when he was there. but he was busy tonight, and you had so much pent up from the last few days, so you had to release it yourself.

you felt that fire build up from a simmer to a blaze, nearing an inferno, when you do hear it.

a soft gasp, one that has not come from you, and a snap of a twig.

a moment of panic washes over you, but it leaves as soon as it comes. this is what you’d hoped for. somewhere, deep down inside of your mind, you hoped to be caught like this.

it's why you wore a little cami, allowing the straps to fall down until your tits were practically out. its why you clicked your bedside lamp on. its why you peeled back your curtains and turned away from the cracked window.

you did all of that because you hoped corey would find you like this. when he eventually slipped into your room at the end of the night, like he’d been doing for the past couple of days.

with a turn of your head, your eyes find his. hes shrouded in darkness, and you think you see a bruise or two along his face, but those big brown eyes stare at you with wonder. they widen when they trace from your spread legs to your own eyes, when he notices that you’re staring at him too.

you dont say anything, neither does he.

you just spread your legs a little bit more, arch your back, and let every single sound fall from your mouth.

#this is a draft #and i’m busy so have this for the next day or so #i can’t stop thinking abt him #corey <33 #coreysworld! #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham smut #corey cunningham x you #tw: voyeurism #tw: exhibitionism #kinktober #kinktober 2022

[touyastearss]

Pureblood (Kaname x Reader)

Kaname Kuran x Female!Reader

WARNING: dubcon, voyeursim (Zero watches), clit slapping, fingering, possessive behaviour, blood drinking, vampires (obviously), kinda oc/darker kaname

//

Kaname’s voice sounds out again, calm. “Are you afraid of me, Y/N?”

You breathe deeply, and Kaname can feel the rush of your blood beneath his fingers. He listens to the unsteady beat of your heart level out, your body relaxing in his hands as it registers exactly who it is with his hands on you, who has your body pressed up against their own.

“N-no, Kaname.”

“Good,” he comments, with low satisfaction, “I’d never do anything to hurt you. You know that, right?” He asks, softly, awaiting your response.

//

You recline back into Kaname's chest, relaxing your body as his hand draws small circles on your waist, eyes focused entirely on the paperwork that sits at his desk. Being Dorm President has its disadvantages at times, but you'd never heard him complain about the extra work bestowed upon him. He always seems content in the silence the two of you often shared, always insisting you sit on his lap or in his hold. 

The sound of his pen scratching against the paper is soothing, and you find yourself  falling victim to the repercussions of your late nights, eyes flickering open and closed as a sudden lull of fatigue washes over you. Patrols take a lot out of you, and you just don’t seem to have the time to catch up on the missed hours with all the exams you have going on. Your head falls back against his broad chest, and you can feel the vibrations of the quiet laugh he lets out, deep and rich.

"Are you tired, Y/N?" 

Kaname thinks that you're so cute when you're sleepy. He loves the way you cuddle up to him, relying solely on him to protect you in your most vulnerable state. You look so peaceful when your eyes flutter shut, it has a warm smile forming on his lips as he looks down at you, one reserved only for these little intimacies the two of you share. 

You make a small sound of agreement, letting your eyes close fully as he shifts to allow you to lay more comfortably, pen still scribbling away. 

“Are you overdoing yourself on patrols again? I told you that you need to prioritise yourself." His voice is a little sterner, but you know he's not angry. "If any of the Night Class are causing you trouble, you’ll tell me, won’t you? I’ll be sure to punish them suitably. "

You’re about to respond, and tell him that your fatigue is not entirely the fault of the Night Class, namely a certain handsome blond, when you suddenly hear his pen halt.

He lets out a sigh, and your eyes flicker open. Before you can turn to figure out what's wrong, he speaks.

"Or I wonder if perhaps your fatigue is thanks to a certain member of the disciplinary committee who can’t seem to do his job without distraction."

You frown a little at his words, but it clicks as you hear the sound of the doors opening downstairs. There's some muffled voices- no doubt Aido protesting Zero's unprecedented arrival- and then silence. You can hear the rushed footsteps of Zero as he approaches from the stairs, and the sound of the oak doors slamming open is so deafening in comparison to the previous quiet of the study that it makes you violently jump. Kaname’s eyes fall onto you, narrowing at your reaction, before trailing slowly over to the white haired man standing in his doorway.

Zero is focused entirely on your body, held between Kaname’s arms. His eyes harden, and the pure fury in his eyes sends a shiver up your spine. The atmosphere is so different now, and once again you're wide awake, desperately trying to figure out what’s going on.  

"I told you to stay away from her, you filthy vampire." Zero spits out, a knot forming in his stomach at the sight of you so close to the pureblood, the very enemy of all humans. It makes him furious, burning with rage and envy. He can’t understand how you could be with one of them, how you could betray him and all your morals.

Kaname is unfazed, body still as he simply watches the other man speak with that look on his face that Zero detests so much - like everyone is below him, that nobody is worthy. Nobody except you. 

Zero has hated the dark haired man since the moment he set eyes on him. Even as a child, he understood that the young man that came to visit his new family was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Hate clouded his vision, spreading to poison you and the headmaster in it- a friend of his enemy was an enemy too. He saw you that way for a longer time than he’d ever admit, through the eyes of a hate that lasted for years, slowly broken down by your relentless care for him. He hated you. But now he pities you. Despite his words, he knows you’re too sweet, too naive to see through Kuran’s persona. There’s no way one of them could love a human. No way that he could deserve you. He won’t let you fall into his trap.

You’re frozen from the pure blood lust that Zero has in his eyes, more uncontrollable than you’ve ever seen him before. But Kaname still remains composed, eyes never leaving the white-haired man as he places his pen down on the wooden desk.

“Get your fucking hands off of her. I don’t give a shit if you’re a pureblood, Kuran. You’re still a sick fucking monster, just like the rest of your type.” He spits, moving forward to where you sit and focusing on the way Kaname’s arm has tightened around your waist, protectively. It makes a vein in his forehead twitch; how dare he act like Zero is the one endangering you right now?

“Am I really?” His voice is calm.

“Yeah, you fucking are.” Zero spits, reaching back, and you recognise the way he rears to attack, his body weight thrown backwards, prepared to swing his fist. 

“And you’re so different?”

You’re shocked at the speed that Zero halts in his tracks, centimetres away from the desk. His eyes are wide with shock and rage. You don’t understand what Kaname means, but clearly the two know something you don’t, and whatever it is, it’s enough to throw even Zero out of his enraged state.

The tension between the two men has always been palpable at best, and you're no stranger to Zero's antagonising ways, but it's rare for Kaname to entertain his behaviour, usually preferring to brush it off with a disapproving amusement. 

“Zero, what-”

You’re cut off as Kaname pulls you back against his chest, a singular hand coming up to encircle your throat. He doesn’t press down, only curves his fingers round the width of your neck. Your eyes widen, shocked by the sudden movement. 

Your eyes flicker to the side to try and catch sight of the man behind you, but you can’t see his face from where he has your body held. Instinctively, your frame tenses, and your heart beats a little faster, a sudden spike of fear flooding through your veins. 

Kaname has never held you so hostally, always treating you with the utmost care. But now his grip is tighter, and you’re reminded of the few previous instances of his sudden possessiveness over you. 

“Your pulse has sped up, Y/N.” Kaname observes, out loud. You can’t see the way he stares past you to challenge Zero as he speaks, eyes cold. The white haired man is still standing in the same spot, but his attention is directed on the cage of Kaname’s fingers round your neck, his middle finger tapping lightly on the spot Zero knows to be your artery. 

Kaname’s voice sounds out again, calm. “Are you afraid of me, Y/N?”

You breathe deeply, and Kaname can feel the rush of your blood beneath his fingers. He listens to the unsteady beat of your heart level out, your body relaxing in his hands as it registers exactly who it is with his hands on you, who has your body pressed up against their own.

“N-no, Kaname.”

“Good,” he comments, with low satisfaction, “I’d never do anything to hurt you. You know that, right?” He asks, softly, awaiting your response.

You do. You do know it. You owe your life to Kaname.

You try to nod, movements slightly prevented by his grip. 

His head lifts, clearly satisfied with your answer, to stare back at the other man. Kaname’s lips twitch a little at the corner, forming into a dark smirk that even Zero knows to be uncharacteristic. 

“Can you smell her?”

And then suddenly, he speaks.

Your brows furrow as you register that he’s now addressing Zero. You look at your classmate, noticing the way he’s staring so intensely at the two of you. You wonder why he hasn’t moved further forwards, staying firmly in the same spot as before. He was so angry mere moments ago, you can’t understand what it is that has him rooted to the spot?

Zero’s eyes focus on the way Kaname’s long fingers flex playfully around your neck, applying light pressure in random spots. It’s shameful, but you can feel your body heat up at his ministrations, trying to remain unfazed in the presence of your classmate and adopted brother. 

But Zero has noticed. He sees the way your eyes widen slightly as Kaname leans down, dragging his lips over your neck, slowly, planting soft kisses on the skin. He notices the way your hand fists the material of your skirt as you try to keep your breathing steady. He sees the smile that Kaname dons, only ever visible in your presence, and serving to anger him even further. 

But he can’t do anything. 

Because he can smell you. Your scent is filling the room and it’s becoming suffocating for him. He doesn’t want you to see this side of him, he wants to keep his filthy secret as far from you as possible. He should’ve known Kaname would play dirty, he should never have believed a vampire would be anything but manipulative.  

Kaname’s teeth have come to rest on your skin - you can feel the point of his canines threatening to pierce through the surface. His tongue comes out, lips slightly sucking onto the spot, fueling the fire in your stomach, before his teeth finally break the surface of your skin. 

Zero sucks in a sharp breath, and your fluttering eyes catch sight of the way his stance instantly changes. His jaw clenches, muscles tensing, and his gaze is now focused on the spot on your neck that’s bleeding a thin stream of red down your throat. 

You notice, with alarm and a sudden, tragic understanding, the difference.

Zero’s lavender eyes are pulsing darker, wide and frenzied. His hands are balled into shaking fists that he holds by his side. His breathing is erratic. 

To anyone else, it’s hardly a recognisable change. But to you, to your trained eyes and years of knowledge, it's terrifyingly evident. 

You don’t know how it happened. You don’t know when it happened.

"Do you see that, Y/N?" Kaname whispers in your ear. His voice is low, and a shiver wracks through your entire body. You wonder how long Kaname has known for. There’s an ache in your heart at the thought of the two men keeping it from you. The thought of Zero suffering alone in silence. The realisation that with every hateful word he directed at the Night Class, he was berating himself. You can’t even begin to imagine how much he has suffered.

Why didn’t they tell you?

 "He's a monster." Kaname whispers. Your eyes flicker back to Zero. He looks deranged, truly deranged, and you can’t help the slight flinch in your body as your eyes make contact.

 “Look at him shaking, he can’t control himself. He wants to sink his teeth into your neck,” his tongue traces over the wound he inflicted, “he just wants to use you.”

You don’t speak. You don’t argue. The look on your face breaks Zero’s heart. You’re staring at him like somewhere deep down inside you, you truly believe Kaname’s words. Like he’s just another Level E, crazed by his lust for blood.

"He doesn't care about you." Kaname mumbles against your skin, his mouth still attached to your neck. His teeth scrape against your skin as he places soft kisses against your throat.

"K-Kaname," you whimper, as you feel his tongue on your skin once again, "s-stop, not here, I-"

The bass in his voice vibrates against your skin in a low groan, and your thighs instinctively clench, a hand reaching up to grip at his wrist. You feel the sharp pricks of his fangs as he nips at your skin, and you can’t keep down the low whimpers that you emit, your own arm trembling as you struggle to hold your own weight. 

Zero’s teeth grit, spitting out his words as he tries not to let his eyes dart down to where your skirt has ridden up over your thighs. 

"Kuran,” he growls, “leave her alone, she's not-"

Kaname’s lips detach from your neck with a loud, wet sound. The spot his lips had covered is cold in the air, and you instinctively reach out to him again, wanting the heat of his mouth back against you, despite your shame of being seen.

Kaname turns his head to face Zero, the neutral expression he held previously now darkened from the interruption of his actions. 

“Do not speak, Kiryuu,” the vampire spits with a dark venom in his voice. You can only watch with growing haze in your vision as Zero’s mouth shuts closed. His eyes watch in exasperation as Kaname’s hands travel between your legs, and your mind quickly succumbs to his control, overwhelmed by your own lustful urges that Kaname’s touch has sparked. 

When his fingers slip beneath the material of your underwear, the corners of his lips twitch. You’re soaking, but it’s no surprise, the scent of your arousal has been heavy in the room for a while. Only the slightest glance at Zero is enough to confirm that it’s affecting him too, his eyes instinctively dragging him to watch Kaname as he circles your sensitive clit with his finger, contently watching your expression as he teases your clit in front of the man you hold so dear.

Kaname has never liked Zero, but he’s tolerated him for your sake, despite the irritation that grows in his mind with every second you defend him. Every time you turned your back on him with the silver haired man at your side, Kaname felt a pure hot rush of envy seep through his calm facade. 

Zero is not a threat to him. He never will be and he never could be. But you, you are. A threat to his power, a threat to his mind with your soft stares and your sweet voice as you plead for him to ‘not make a big scene’.

But Kaname does make a big scene of the way his fingers spread your lips apart, allowing Zero to see the wet stickiness of your cunt as his fingers peentrate your hole. He scissors his fingers, allowing the stickiness of your arousal to web between his fingers, before plunging them back in again. 

The steady click, click of his fingers as they leave your cunt is shameful, but Kaname is unaffected, and your eyes are clenched shut, choosing to forget the situation as you trap your lower lip with your teeth in an attempt to silence the loud moan that builds up in your throat. 

Zero doesn’t know why he won’t move. It’s Kaname, no doubt, with his pureblood abilities. He’s seen the man torture other vampires with nothing but a look, leave them screaming and wailing beneath him as he averts his attention elsewhere. Even as he averts his attention to your sopping pussy, pistoning his fingers in and out. 

But something deep down inside of Zero tells him that perhaps the reason is something more entirely human. He watches your eyes glaze over in pleasure as your legs shake, completely pliant under his enemy's hand, and he can’t help but feel his cock pulse. 

He’s had so many fantasies about you before; taking you on a patrol and fucking you against the nearest wall, bending you over your desk and fucking you dumb. Ruining you in front of your precious Kaname.

In his head, he had always been the one fucking you in front of the vampire. But even now, as the roles are reversed, he can’t help but enjoy what’s in front of him.  You’re so fucking perfect, your moans are so hot and the gargled whimpers you let out around the fingers that Kaname shoves in your mouth have him seething in envy. He just wants to grab you by the hair and fuck your throat-

“Are you enjoying this, Kiryuu?”

Zero’s eyes are forced from the sight of your dripping to the smirk of the man before him. 

“You’re a sick fuck.” Zero spits out.

“No sicker than you.” Kaname returns. “How many times have you wanted to be inside her cunt?” His fingers curl inside you, hammering up against your walls, and your thighs tense as your orgasm hits.

Your hips buck up, chasing the pleasure as raw heat burns inside of you. “Kaname, Kaname, oh my God.” Kaname’s smirk grows as you beg for him, enjoying the look of envy on Zero’s face as you grab at his sleeves with your fingers. 

Kaname allows you only a moment before his fingers return to their pace, and you’re thrown back into throes of pleasure again.

“If it were up to me you’d have been disposed of long ago like the rest of your type.” 

Kaname’s eyes remain dully on Zero as he speaks, despite the way you shake in his hold. The mocking echo of Zero’s past words hangs heavy in the air.

“There is only one reason I have allowed you to live, despite your evident lack of self-control.” Kaname sneers his words as he notes the way Zero’s body is trembling, eyes bloodshot and jittery, like the humans he has seen destroy themselves over and over again.

But Zero is no longer human. 

“The only reason you’re standing here right now, the only reason I’m allowing you to be standing in my presence, is because Y/N wishes so.”

You whine again at the mention of your name, and let out a high-pitched squeak when Kaname’s fingers pull out suddenly, slapping down once on your clit. You can’t even hear what he’s saying anymore, the blood is rushing through your head so loudly. 

His fingers return to your cunt. "K-Kaname-" you begin again, but you're silenced by his lips falling on yours, pulling you into a deep kiss, allowing his teeth to nip at your lip. He groans, pulling away again, adjusting your body. 

“Let him watch.”

You don’t fight back against Kaname when he leans back in his chair, your body following his own, head tilting upwards. Your eyes flicker open, consciousness returning as Zero’s face fills your vision. 

The rush of heat in your stomach at the sigh of his face tells you that deep down you want him to watch. You want him to see the way your arousal drips down your thighs as Kaname works his fingers inside of you, coaxing a second orgasm from you.

You want him to see your shiny cheeks and swollen lips as you cry from the overstimulation, clenching down on his fingers as you buck wildly, screams silenced by the fingers that enter your mouth to press against your tongue. 

"U-uh,” the saliva builds up in your mouth and you cough, Kaname removing his fingers to allow you to breathe.

"What do you say, Y/N?" He questions, his eyes still trained on Zero. He wants to show him that it’s too late. That he lost, after everything. That nobody could ever make you fall apart beneath them in the way that you do for him, and that he will never allow anybody else to have the chance. Kaname claimed you a long time ago, and now you need to prove that you belong to him,

You do, of course. His deep voice sends a chill through your body as you desperately speak. "I love you!" You rush out, with shallow breaths, just as he presses against your clit once again, and you cum, for the third time that evening. Your vision blanks as a clear liquid spurts out around Kaname’s fingers, staining the material of your skirt and the fabric of Kaname’s trousers.

“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou-” You chant as he rides you through the orgasm, and then your chest heaves, exhausted as you inhale. Your eyes flicker shut, leaning back against Kaname’s chest as fatigue hits you.

Zero snaps out of it at the sight of your dazed form, scrutinised under Kaname’s gaze as he watches the silver haired man register his own actions. Kaname relishes in the disgust that takes over Zero’s features, finally aimed at nobody but himself. He loves the way the younger man looks disgusted, entirely ashamed of himself. The way his eyes widen, clutching his hair as he turns, staggering, to leave the room. 

Kaname is satisfied by your soft breaths in his arms. 

#vampire knight #smut #kaname x reader #zero x reader #vampire knight smut #tw: dubcon #tw: voyeurism #tw: possessive behavior #tw: exhibitionism #tw: jealousy #tw: begging #tw: dark content

[eclecticmiasma]

Kinktober Day 17 (Darknight Diluc x Reader)

"All he can think is that with him, you wouldn't need such an escape. He would help you throw the material into the hearth and satisfy your needs himself. "

NSFW

[Warnings: afab reader, nonconsensual (?) voyeurism, unhealthy obsession]

Art credit: @CGcrescent on twitter

Hot breath fans the frosted window pane. Leather clad fingertips swipe the occlusion away, eager to peek at the world behind the glass. Glowing candlelight light of a warm and lovely home threatens to illuminate his position to the rest of the city. And so, he kneels at the portal like a common criminal.

You're lovely. Desperately, breathtakingly lovely. It makes Diluc's heart ache just imagining a future where your skin is flush with his own, where he can shower you with adoration as you deserve it. Your beaming eyes locked to his own, palms at your waist as he lifts you to the sun and then-

A red petal catches his eye. One small, ruby Windwheel Aster grown outside the winery. Diluc grips the base of the windowsill in elation as he realizes that not only had you kept his gift, but you potted it in delicate glass. The fact that he had it sent anonymously mattered little. Oh, something his lips had touched was in your home, held in your beautiful hands.

He'll see to it you receive a thousand more. Somehow his feelings will be conveyed on the elegant stems and you'll see, you'll truly see, how it feels to be utterly adored. It would be an effortless decision to walk away from your betrothed, a pitiful man that spends more time digging in the snow at Dragonspine than he does basking in your presence.

Like clockwork, you finish preparing for bed and bend over to tug at a drawer in your nightstand. A bit of shuffling reveals the drawer's secret compartment, one where you stash several small, handmade books. Diluc watches your pretty features furrow as you consider your entertainment for the night. All he can think is that with him, you wouldn't need such an escape. He would help you throw the material into the hearth and satisfy your needs himself.

The anticipation is always the hardest part. Watching you climb on top of your linen sheets and settle against the array of pillows, toes curling in excitement leaves time for Diluc to reflect on his actions. Not even your fiancée has seen you in your nightgown, feet bared, swell of your calves exposed to the night air. Yet, he has seen it all. Mondstadt's hero, a shameless pervert.

As soon as your fingers find the edge of your nightgown, those thoughts are crushed to dust. Of course he should be the one to see you, all of you. Who else is privy to such a show than the one who loves you most?

Diluc feels his body stir in response, as inch after inch of flesh is revealed to him. No matter how many times he sees it, it's as if it is the first. You lean back and spread your legs, glistening fruit ripe and bared for taking. How delicious it would be, tongue swirling in the sweet juice of your sex, how gorgeous he could make you sound around him.

Diluc's trousers tighten as the tip of your middle finger traces along slick folds, teasing the nub of flesh that always has you trembling with need. He would tease you, if that's what you want. He would drag slow circles along your most sensitive parts for hours if you would only be his.

You sigh, reading your undoubtedly lascivious tales and dipping a single digit into your wet heat as you do so. Diluc makes quick work of the flap on his pants and takes hold of his own leaking member. He presses his thumb lightly against his slit, as lightly as you touched your own hole. This way, your finger's movements become his own and he can drown in the fantasy your body is his to take.

As you press deeper, he gently squeezes his ring finger and thumb over his cock as if it is your tight little opening he penetrates. He swallows a moan as you explore yourself further, allowing him to imagine thrusting between your walls. Celestia. Archons, Celestia would be nothing compared to how your insides would feel. Diluc can barely breathe the idea fills him with such ecstasy. His hips shudder as he thrusts a little farther, loses his composure in the delusion of it all.

By the time you insert a third finger inside of yourself, book dropped to the side completely, hand rubbing desperately at your clothed nipples, Diluc is reduced to a shuddering mess. His gleaming red eyes stay focused on your writhing body beneath his mask, refusing to miss a second of your euphoria. His hips jolt, messily thrusting forward as he tightens his hands around his cock and milks it with his own fluid. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wonders if he can find get his hands on those little books of yours. He would study them like ancient tomes.

You're approaching climax, Diluc knows. He's seen the utter beauty of your orgasm more times than he can count. Your chest heaves, your wrist snaps against your pelvis as you press forward, gyrating your hips against your soaking digits. Though the glass between you is thick, he can hear the volume of your sweet moans, your wanton begging for release. He can give it to you, he will give it to you. Someday, when you realize the folly of your decisions Diluc will welcome you with open arms and bring you to the highest peaks of bliss. The stars themselves will alight at your coupling.

To Diluc's dismay, he falls over the edge before you do. He groans a little more loudly than he would have liked as he comes undone, creamy fluid coating his fingers and cobbled stone of your patio. He rests his forehead against the cold glass, chest heaving as he watches your sweaty form buck and writhe. You're so close, he knows it, and he wishes endlessly to be buried in your heat alongside you.

As he suspected, climax overtakes you. It ripples across your muscles and spreads across your features in the most entrancing way. What he doesn't expect, and what drops his heart straight through to his stomach, are the words that form on your lips as you seize.

"Darknight...Hero..."

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[KINKTOBER MASTERLIST]

#diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #darknight hero x reader #x reader #drabbles #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #tw: voyeurism #tw: peeping #I love making diluc suffer #batman lookin ass #afab reader #genshin impact #minors dni #tw: obsession

[holylulusworld]

Mr. Orgasm (3) - Wrong room

Summary: Overworked. Stressed in general. In a relationship with a man not satisfying any of your needs; you end up in the wrong place at the right time...

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: SexGuru!Jensen Ackles x Author!Reader

Side Pairing: Jared Padalecki x three unnamed women

Warnings: angst, language, unintended voyeurism/voyeurism, smut/doggy style (not the reader), one man, three women, sex guru Jensen, tension, a hint of fingering

A/N: This series takes place post-SPN. Of course, all of this is pure fiction. Jared and Jensen are single for the sake of this fic.

Mr. Orgasm masterlist

<<Part (2)

“What do you mean I’m going to be only yours,” you nervously laugh. “I only want to get back on the highway and find my way to the spa. Jensen, I don’t belong here.”

“My sweet Y/N, you belong here more than anyone else,” he gently cups your cheek. “I can feel the tension in your body and the doubts swirl in your mind. You need a break from your life. Stay here, with me for a while. I promise no one will touch you.”

“But you said I’m only yours and kissed me,” you splutter.  

“I said, no one will touch you but me,” he dips his head to press his lips to your ear. “For now, I want to know if you can make yourself relax.”

“Relax?” you swallow thickly. He’s so close again, and damn him, he still smells so good. Jensen makes you weak in the knees and you don’t know why you are close to just giving in to a man you just met.

“How about we talk about you, your job, and how you experience an orgasm,” he purrs in your ear. “I want to know everything about you.”

Usually, Jensen is controlled when it comes to preparing someone for joining his little group. But with you, he’s about to lose control and just give you everything your body is craving. 

“I-what? I can’t just tell you about my sex life. I don’t even know you,” he grips your upper arms and looks you deep in the eyes. “I’m not some sex guru groupie.”

“Sweetheart,” you whimper at the nickname. “How long since you let go? How long since you had a mind-blowing orgasm?”

Mind-blowing? You got lucky if Julian even took his time to make you cum. He was more interested in his job, and maybe his assistant. Even though, you don’t have proof of his infidelity. 

“I don’t want to talk about my lower half, Jensen,” you try to sound confident, but your panties are soaked. “Please just tell me the way to the spa.”

“It’s late,” he whispers lowly. “How about this? You sleep in my room tonight. I promise to not touch you or let anyone else touch you. If you still want to go to the spa in the morning, I’ll show you the way.”

“Is there a catch?”

“Of course not, Y/N,” Jensen steps away from you, observing your wrecked state. You press your thighs together and cross your arms over your chest to hide your stiff nipples. “I get you some food and you can change. The bathroom is two rooms down the hallway, and to the left.”

You nod but swallow thickly. Spending the night at Jensen’s house, surrounded by people fucking each other is not how you imagined your little getaway. 

“Jensen, do you mind telling me how far—” your jaw drops and you make an odd noise as you step inside what you believe is Jensen’s room.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” a man groans as he alternatively shoves his cock inside one of the women kneeling on the bed. He’s slamming his hips into her ass, calling her a good girl before he pulls out to slide right into the next waiting cunt.

“I—” You’re frozen to the spot. Your eyes widen and you dare not to breathe as he slides out of the second woman to push into the last women’s pussy, making her moan loudly.

The other women wiggle their asses, begging him to fill them again but he takes his time with the last one, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before he stills his movement.

“Oh, do you want to join us, beautiful,” he looks over his shoulder to give you a smirk. “I got a free spot, babe. Let me just make them cum. We can take our time.”

“What? No!” 

You frown as you swear you’ve seen the man before too. “Jensen told me you are special,” he lazily fucks the woman while talking to you as if he just met you at a coffee shop. “You know, I’ll make you feel good and help you relax.”

“Jare, no,” you feel Jensen’s arm wrap around your waistline to press you to his chest. “Sweetheart, you’re a little naughty tonight, huh? If only you told me you like to watch.”

“No…you got it all wrong,” you try to, but can’t take your eyes off the man slipping out of the next woman to start all over again with the first one. “I wanted to go back to your room.”

“He’s good, isn’t he?” Jensen whispers in your ear. You shudder as his erection presses hotly against your ass. “Jared needed a time out too. He enjoys this a little too much if you ask me, but the ladies wanted him tonight. Who am I to deny them their pleasure?”

“Did you do such a thing too?” you still watch Jared take turns penetrating each of the women from behind. He grips their hips, driving them wild as he pulls out right before they can reach the peak. “Fuck three women.”

“I don’t have anyone waiting for me at home. We are all friends here; a community built of trust.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Jensen.”

“I did,” Jensen admits. “For a while. Now I prefer watching my children give in to the pleasure they can provide to each other. Jared is at the beginning. Everything is fresh and wild. He needs to fuck it out of his system before attaining a higher level of enlightenment.”

“Why can’t I look away?” you wet your dry lips. It’s immoral, and more than out of your comfort zone to watch Jared pleasure the faceless women on the bed. It’s just – you can’t stop. All the noises they make and the sight of their glistening cunts getting stuffed arouses you more than anything before.

“Just enjoy, sweetheart,” Jensen licks over your neck. His lips travel up and down your neck while you watch Jared make the first woman cum. She cries out in pleasure and soaks his cock while her body trashes around.

“Good girl,” you whimper loudly at Jared’s words. “You were so good for me and my cock. Now tell me whom I shall make cum next.”

“Both,” the woman weakly falls onto the bed. “Please pleasure them both.”

“See. We are not selfish. None of us,” Jensen holds you tightly against his chest as his free hand wanders between your slightly parted legs. “Do you want me to praise you for being good for me too, Y/N?”

“Y-eah,” you are mesmerized by the way Jared takes the women apart. He roughly fucks them, but at the same time, he softly praises them.

Your mind is in a conflict. You enjoy watching the scene in front of you but feel guilty at the same time.

“What do you want? Say it,” Jensen whispers in your ear as the next woman comes all over Jared. He pats her head and calls her sweetie. “Y/N…”

“I want…” you gulp hard as Jensen’s hand moves between your legs to toy with your panties. You’re only in an old, oversized shirt and this gives him the perfect opportunity to feel your soaked underwear. “Please…”

“Relax and watch, sweetheart.”

He shoves his hand inside your panties, fingertips barely grazing your clit. You are about to lose your mind as he toys with you, but doesn’t touch you for real. 

“Please…”

“Jared, take your time with Gen. She wasn’t good lately. Slow, and rough. Make her feel you for days,” the second woman says. “She pouted as Mark wanted to pleasure me first during our love circle.”

“See, that’s how we punish misbehavior,” he draws slow circles around your clit while whispering in your ear. You shudder as his hot breath fans over your skin. “With pleasure…”

>> Part 4

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#jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles x y/n #smut #jared padalecki x ofc #tw: voyeurism

[revelinginthedarkrooms]

Heat of the Moment

Main List

Fandom: Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack

Pairing: Joseph Cullman/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Oral sex, dirty talk, semi-voyeuristic (thin walls, loud sex), unprotected sex, biting

Notes:

Sexual Tension is kicking my ass fr fr =_=; So have a lighter, fluffier Joseph smut.

A smoky haze was heavy on your skin, rolling and thick, as your back pressed ever further against the wall of the apartment. The stucco walls dug into your exposed skin, juxtaposed with the thrums of arousal making your knees buckle as your boyfriend’s teeth and tongue teased your tender neck, wandering hands cupping and groping your soft, supple flesh.

“Joseph...” you were breathless, drunk on your own pleasure and the lustful gaze in those dark eyes, a handsome smirk making your toes curl.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He cooed, relishing in your shiver as his middle finger teased you through your panties. “I just wanna make you feel good.”

Your hips bucked into his palm when his thumb pressed against your clit, and a cry tore itself from your throat. Sparks ignited a fire in the pit of your gut, scorching your insides and leaving you a quivering mess.

“There we go,” he breathed, watching you bite your lower lip to keep from calling out. “I love seeing you fall apart under me, y’know that? You’re so damn sexy, baby...”

He pressed himself even more against you, and you audibly swallowed when you felt a hard bulge straining against your inner thigh, skintight jeans not doing anything to hide his excitement.

Joseph’s eyes glimmered with mirth as he finally dipped his hand under your panties, licking his lips when the tip of his finger swiped up your sensitive folds.

“You’re so wet for me,” he marveled with a breathy chuckle.

“A- ah, stop teasing,” you whined, shuddering with delight when he finally pushed a finger inside.

He hissed at the sensation of your sweltering heat, inner walls clenching down hard on him. Experimentally wiggling it around, lewd squelching from your dripping cunt began to follow your desperate moans as he began to press on your clit with the pad of his thumb.

A low groan rippled from his chest and made gooseflesh bloom along your arms. “You’re so tight.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders, the cotton of his tank top soft against your heated skin as you began to dig rivets into his muscled figure.

You couldn’t help but whimper and keen, his name rolling off your tongue like a prayer as he added another finger, his cooing whispers of encouragement in your ears making your heart flutter even more.

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well,” his voice was light, yet it made your pussy throb with need. “You like it when I fuck you against the wall like this? You want the neighbors to hear just how much you need my cock?”

The haze of desire clouding your mind only grew heavier as his mouth melted into yours, a frantic french kiss that stole the breath from your chest and left you dizzy with wanting.

All too soon the kiss was broken, feverish murmurs against your jaw bringing you back to awareness. “You want me to eat your pussy, sweetheart?”

“Please,” you begged, arching your back with a sharp gasp as another shock of pleasure rippled through your body.

You could feel his smile into your skin at the same moment he paused his scissoring motions. He pulled his hand from your panties with a squish, admiring the translucent droplets of arousal stringing and clinging between his fingers.

Looking you in the eye, he slid his fingers into his mouth and closed his eyes with a moan, moving his tongue around the drenched digits for several long seconds before pulling them back out with a pop, half-lidded gaze making your cheeks heat.

“You taste so good,” he praised, pressing a kiss to your forehead before sinking down to the carpet and tugging your panties down your thighs. “I have to have more of you.”

His hot breath hit your cunt, and your breath hitched. Your feet arched off the floor as his strong arms wrapped around your hips in anticipation.

His mouth engulfed your pussy and you stifled a loud moan into your hands at the sensations of his open-mouthed kiss.

Joseph began to eat your pussy like a man starved, pulling you even closer as his tongue snaked its way up and down your folds, rolling your clit around before tugging at it gingerly with his teeth.

Your whole body jolted, your hands tangling in his soft brown hair. “A- aaaah, ah, Jo- hnnnn--”

He hummed, mischievously looking up at you to gauge your reaction to the vibrations rippling their way through your core. You bit your lip, covering your mouth with one hand as your eyes rolled back into your head.

“C’mon, let me hear you,” he pulled away from your pussy long enough to say. “Don’t hide that pretty voice.”

He groped your bare ass, and the unexpected feeling made you tense, and you dropped your hand with a half-hearted glare.

He smiled up at you, all adoration and innocence, before licking another stripe up your sensitive cunt.

You tugged his head closer as he picked up the pace, lewd, wet noises echoing in the mostly-empty living room, shakily groaning as your back arched off the wall again. Fuck, you didn’t think you could ever get enough of this.

“I-- I’m gonna,” you warned, your voice trembling. “Oh fuck... hnnnn...!”

Joseph moaned into your cunt as your orgasm hit, your voice ringing around the room, his nose almost painfully pressed into your soft pelvis as you jerked and shook your way through your peak, your pussy clamping down hard on his tongue.

“There we go,” he chuckled once he pulled back, licking the last of your essence from the corner of his mouth. “You’re doing so great for me, baby - look how excited you make me.”

He paused to unbuckle his belt, and the sound made your legs clench together in want. You could hardly tear your eyes away as he pulled his jeans down far enough to let his dick bounce free, looking to be almost painfully hard and already shining with precum.

He took himself in his hand and his chin tilted back with a groan. “I can’t wait to stuff that pussy. You want it, don’t you?”

You rubbed your thighs together, a delicious friction building and making them sticky with your arousal. “I want your cock so bad,” you whined, pouting as you spread them open, bracing yourself against the wall with your arms.

Joseph shivered, half-lidded eyes darkening with desire as he stepped forward, towering over your smaller frame.

The head of his cock pressed eagerly at your lower lips, and the heavy undercurrent of his scent cut with a sharp, undeniable whiff of cologne dominated your senses when he leaned in to kiss you hungrily.

He sagged against you, pinning you to the wall as he finally slid in, and your voices melted together as you moaned in unison. Your arms wrapped about his neck and your hands went to his untamable mane of hair, and he grabbed your thigh and rested it on his hip as he began to move within you.

His dick easily filled you to the brim - thick and long and so sinfully curved to light up all the right spots. If you hadn’t already came you could swear you would just from getting stuffed with his cock.

Your voice hitched, light and airy as you moaned in his ear. Joseph trailed his mouth all along your jaw, kissing and biting until he made his way to your neck where he bit down hard.

A sudden scream broke free and you clenched your hands tight in his hair. “A- AH! Joseph, what the hell--?!”

“Sorry,” his words slurred, pressing a tender kiss to your pulse point as he soothed the now-stinging mark. “I couldn’t help myself - you’re so sexy when you scream for me, (y/n).”

He angled his hips to better drag his thick cock against your fluttering walls, and you cried out, feeling the fire roaring in the pit of your belly growing in intensity and seeming to render your body boneless in your boyfriend’s arms.

“J- ah-- Joseph,” you gasped, clinging to his neck with all the strength you had left. “Shit, Joseph... a- are you going to--?!”

“I’m gonna,” he grunted, his grip tightening on your hips as his own stuttered out of their rapid pace. His breath became heavier against your nape and he began to thrust almost mindlessly at a staccato. “Ugh... haa... baby...”

You could feel the buildup - his ragged breathing, his muscles clenching and his hips jerking - and at the last second, he pulled out with a loud groan, his seed splattering against the gray wall.

Several moments of silence hung between you as you caught your breaths. Joseph’s chest heaved with adrenaline as he slumped against you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting on your lower back.

You pet his sweaty hair with a contented sigh, closing your eyes when he pressed a lazy kiss on your jawline.

#swwsdj #something’s wrong with sunny day jack #joseph x reader #joseph cullman x reader #joseph cullman #female reader #tw: voyeurism

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

You knew it was all an act, a ploy to deceive the Capital — that it was a faked love, manufactured to receive more gifts, a way to survive a little bit longer within the Games. You knew that, understood that but… it was hard and getting harder all the time to keep understanding that. You wanted it to be real so much — you hadn’t realized how much you could love someone until it was quite possibly the only positive thing you could feel.

Days into this year’s Games and you were surviving by the grace of a higher power, the Capital and its fondness for tragedy. The more they thought they deserved to witness this love story writing itself in front of them, doomed to end in death, the more support they offered. You knew it was never going to be you alone in the end but you had hope that your partner would make it — they deserved it more than you anyway, had more to actually live for back home.

So your plan had rapidly changed from merely surviving until someone bigger, better, smarter caught you to surviving so you could insure your partner made it. You didn’t think it would be easy — and it wasn’t, not by any stretch of the word — but when you had softly sang them through their nightmares one night, your mentor had been able to send you some desperately needed supplies with the simple message of ‘Keep it up’.

You had grasped their meaning and ran with it, running yourself face first into an actual love for all that it was one sided.

Your partner had grudgingly agreed with your plan to hook the Capital into supporting you and they were quick to remind you, silent and hidden, that they thought the plan was stupid and doomed to failure, most especially due to the fact they didn’t have those feelings for you and didn’t think that they could reliably fake it long enough for it to mean something.

You had simply shrugged your shoulders and told them to try harder, that you both needed to be determined to get one of you back home. The mention of being able to go back to your District was enough to light a fire under your partner.

It might hurt worse if you knew they could love you back but you still wished you had more this a fake love story to tell.

@themerrywhumpofmay

#the merry Whump of May #the merry whump of may 2022 #Are You Cold? #tmwom #day 21 #tmwom day 21 #the merry Whump of May Day 21 #tw: fake love #tw: fake relationship #tw: lying #tw: hunger games #tw: voyeurism #hunger games #the hunger games #thg #hg #hunger games drabbles #the hunger games drabbles #thg drabbles #hg drabbles #my stuff #m’s drabbles