I Love Laios Who Doesn’t Want To Treat You Roughly But He Gets So Lost In The Pleasure And Forgets

call me baby

pairing: choso x reader

contains: fem reader, pussy rubbing, panty-fucking, cream pie, dirty talk, sensitive!Choso

note: someone sent an ask for this w/ gojo or geto… but i couldn’t stop thinking abt it w/ choso…

MDNI

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"What should I do?" You asked Choso quietly as he slid his large thighs under yours, gripping the fat of your thighs to pull you closer to him so his erect cock was pressed right against your clothed cunt, only clad in your panties, which had started to become sheer where your hole was pressed against it from how much you were leaking. 

"Just... lay there and don't move, let me do all the work," Choso said, a blush spread across his porcelain face as his eyes stayed trained on your cunt which pulsed and throbbed under his gaze. "The girl in the video sounded like this felt good for her, let me know otherwise please." He added, his eyes flitting up to yours so he could see you nod in acknowledgment at his words.

Once Choso saw you nod, he dropped his gaze back down to your cunt. He grabbed the base of his dripping cock in one hand and pressed it against your clothed cunt, rubbing the head of his leaky dick up and down your pussy. Your stomach clenched each time he rubbed the fat tip against your clit, the stimulation making your toes curl.

Choso kept looking up at your expression to gauge whether or not this was feeling good for you. He licked his lips as he watched you stare where the two of you were connected with a slack jaw, your lips making a pretty o shape as you stared at his thick cock rubbing against you.

"I can feel how wet you are through your panties, it's so cute," Choso mumbled, his voice coming out less confident than he would've liked. You swallowed hard, feeling your face suddenly grow hotter at his words. "You're dripping too y'know... that's not all me." You said, your face screwing in pleasure when he pressed his fat tip harder against you, pushing it right under your clit.

Choso blushed deeper, his cock twitching at your words. "You're right, I just like doing this with you so much." He said honestly, giving himself a couple of quick strokes along his shaft to calm himself down. You smiled at that, your hand reaching down to place itself over his, which gripped your upper thigh in support. "I like doing this with you too Cho." You replied, tilting your head at him.

Choso moved his hand down his cock so he was gripping his length about halfway. He pressed his cock against your clit and started thrusting against you, wetting the already wet spot there even more. He used his hand like a pocket pussy as he thrust into it, making sure each time he thrust forward against you that his head was pressing right against your clit.

"Does that feel good?" Choso asked, his eyes looking up to your face for approval. You gasped and whined quietly each time his bulbous head pressed against your clit, stimulating it just right. "Y-yeah, keep going, Cho." You nodded, retracting your hand from his to join the other and slide underneath your shirt to massage your tits.

Choso pouted at your blissful expression as he took in your words, all the while he kept rubbing his cock along your pussy, further wetting your panties and making them almost completely sheer. "Good." Choso nodded back, swallowing whatever saliva was in his dry mouth before he looked back down to your cunt. Choso then pulled your sticky panties away from your pussy, revealing a sliver of your bare folds to his greedy eyes before he slipped his cock against you and covered his tip with your panties.

He testingly rubbed his cock along your wet folds, the head of his cock brushing past your clit and poking through your panties right above it, the pink material of your panties that was covering his cock making it look so cute. "So warm..." Choso whispered, choked gasped and moans falling from his lips as he slowly thrust his cock back and forth along your pussy, letting the folds of your cunt hug the underside of his dick.

He placed both of his hands on your thighs and pelvis, his hands almost forming a triangle in the middle as he used his thumbs to press his cock against your pussy, letting him pick up his pace now that he had his cock secured by his thumbs to make sure the head of his cock would rub your stiff bud no matter how fast he went. 

"C-choso-" You gasped, a little louder now as he rubbed against you with more vigor. You squeezed your tits under your shirt, your lithe fingers playing with the stiff nipples for extra stimulation as your body shook and slid along the bed with each thrust. "Let me see." He said vaguely, his eyebrows furrowing as he fucked his cock against your pussy. You tilted your head at him, confused at what he was referring to.

"Y-you're playing with your chest. I want to see, can I?" Choso elaborated, his honest words making you feel hot all over. You nodded before releasing your breasts, your hand slipping out under the shirt to push it over your chest, the fabric bundling by your collarbones as your tits were revealed to his greedy eyes.

"So pretty, touch them again, I wanna watch you touch them," Choso begged, his words coming out more desperate the longer he rubbed his cock against your folds. This felt so much better than he expected. The man in the video was silent so he wasn't sure how good it would feel for him but now that he was actually doing it, he had no idea how he stayed so quiet. Choso was a gasping and groaning mess, much unlike the man in the video--his cock was always quite sensitive though. 

Obeying his wish, you grabbed your tits once more, massaging them in your hands as you alternated between pinching your nipples and squeezing the fat of them together. Choso's brain nearly short-circuited as he watched the fat of your tits squish between your fingers--he wished so badly he was the one touching them instead. "God, they're so pretty, I love your tits." Choso groaned, his thrusts against your cunt becoming more erratic, making your body jerk forward from the intense stimulation. 

"F-fuck, t-thank you, baby." You whined, your hips absentmindedly bucking against his. Choso felt all of the blood run to his cock at the nickname, he swore his heart skipped a beat. "B-baby?" Choso repeated, his eyes flitting between your cunt, which was now meeting his thrusts, and your face, which was screwed in pleasure from his doing. 

"Yeah, I called you baby, is that okay?" You asked, smiling at the way he pouted when you repeated the pet name. Choso nodded, his lips pressing together and folding in on themselves as his head tipped back, revealing the muscles in his neck. "I-I think it's going to make me cum." Choso groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as his head was tipped back. 

"A-ah- what is?" You asked through a moan when the two of you fell into the perfect pace, your hips humping upwards each time he thrust against you, his leaky head rubbing your clit perfectly. "That name, I like when you call me that." He answered, his chin falling back down as his eyes locked onto your cunt and your hips that were eagerly meeting his thrusts as you worked yourselves towards your orgasms. 

"You're so cute Choso." You smiled, the expression quickly getting wiped off your face as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, your orgasm building steadily in your pelvis. "I-it's not just that. You're so warm, and wet, and your face is so cute when my dick touches you right here." Choso said, emphasizing his words with a stronger thrust against your clit. 

"And you sound s-so cute, y-you're gonna make me cum." He said, his thrusts losing their rhythm. You were whining at his words, your eyes fluttering back in your head as you let his wet cock work you over perfectly. Your hands squeezed your tits harder to stabilize yourself as you felt yourself right on the edge of your orgasm. Everything was so slippery, the wetness between the two of you had completely ruined your panties, and they were soaked through from your fluids.

"G-god Choso, I-i'm close." You whined, your eyes fluttering back in your head as your head tipped back against the sheets, rolling around as you braced yourself for such an intense orgasm. "M-me too, fuck me too." He chimed in as he forced his eyes to stay forward in their sockets so he wouldn't miss a thing, he needed to see your face when you came. 

"I-inside baby, cum inside please, I need it." You begged as something came over you last second. You think you might die if he didn't fill you up right now. Choso's dick twitched at the name, he wanted to ask if you were sure but the use of the pet name shortened the time before he was about to cum in half, so he trusted your words as he heard them.

"O-okay, shit, I'm gonna cum inside you." Choso groaned, his head nodding rapidly at your words. He pressed his thumbs down against his cock, the appendage sliding down your cunt and finding your entrance as it slipped in with ease, thanks to how wet the both of you were. Choso's thumb replaced his cock as he rubbed small circles over it as he quickly started a sloppy pace and fucked into your heat with reckless abandon, his tip hitting your g-spot with every thrust and effectively pushing you over the edge.

Your hand shot down to the sides of your body as your fingers gripped the sheets tightly. Choso watched as your eyes screwed shut and your mouth fell open in a silent scream before you were spasming all over his cock. "Shit- so tight-" he moaned as he felt your walls squeeze around him ten times tighter as you came.  

You looked so cute, your face screwed in pleasure, your body jerking uncontrollably, the feeling of your cum dripping out around his cock that was plugging you up. Your moans were like music to his ears, his cock pulsed with the need for his release before he was stilling inside you, his thumb still working sloppily over your clit as he continued to work you through your orgasm as he came.

"Cumming- fuck- c-cumming-" Choso groaned as he released rope after rope into your already sopping wet cunt. You whined in oversensitivity as he continued to roll his hips against yours, fucking you full of his cum. The veins in Choso's neck bulged out as he came with such intensity, his cock throbbing as he filled you to the brim with his seed. "Fuck, thank you, baby, thank you." You whined weakly, gasping against the sheets as Choso rode out the last waves of his orgasm inside your cunt, letting your walls milk him of all he was worth.

Choso flopped forward, keeping his softening cock inside you as he laid all of his body weight on top of you. You groaned dramatically as he semi-crushed you with the weight of his very muscly body, but the feeling of the warmth from his skin seeping into yours prevented you from saying anything. Your hands reached up to wrap around his back, your nails softly scratching along his soft skin as he groaned into your neck in appreciation, trying to recover after such an intense orgasm.

"Was that okay for you..." Choso had the audacity to ask as he buried his head in your neck, his warm breath tickling the skin of your neck when he spoke. "That was perfect Choso, you always make me feel so good," you said, holding back a giggle as you continued raking your nails over his skin. "We should probably clean up soon though." You added after a couple of seconds.

"Five more minutes... this feels good," Choso mumbled, his words almost coming out incoherent from the sleepiness in his voice. Choso's love for the simplicity of things like back scratching filled you with so much love you wanted to explode. You knew 5 minutes would turn into 2 hours, but you couldn't find yourself to care much when you heard him start to practically purr into your neck.

[ MOODBOARDS ]

Victorian AU

In which Tommy Shelby is a handsome outlaw posing as a man from the society and he falls in love with a real lady.

NSFW Alphabet ft. Yandere! Rengoku

& Afab! Darling

18+

Wanted to make more yandere Rengoku content so I did that smut alphabet thats been going around

Warnings: Smut, Suggested Non-con/Dub-con, Sex, Oral, Implied Anal, Toys, Breeding kink, ect. ect.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Man is spent. He’s never half-assed anything, so by the end of the rut, he’s already panting hard and dripping with sweat. Honestly, the quality of the aftercare varies from day to day (and depending on his mood.) If he’s up for it, he may take the time to clean you off with a wet cloth, wipe away all the cum from your cunt and rub some ointment on any bruises or bites. But most nights are spent dripping with nut and warming his cock, clutched to his chest like a vice. He can always clean you up in the morning anyway.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your tits.  He likes looking at them. He likes holding them. He likes feeling them. He loves sucking on them. It just makes him feel so… safe. Now if you were producing milk at the time, there would be no separating the two. But he loves the rest of your body as well, he just has a fascination with your rack specifically.

As for himself, he enjoys his own chest as well. He enjoys keeping you close to sleep on it, feeling your breath near his heart, praying that the organ can somehow coerce you to be as obsessed with him as he is you. But besides the metaphorical reasoning, he knows his pecs are soft and wants you to lay on them like a pillow.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

If he were to play that word association game and his word were to be “cum”, his immediate answer would be “cunt”. His brain is set to maximum primal instinct. If he sees your pussy, he’s gonna cum inside it, and he comes a lot. If you were under some previous assumption that he’d cum just anywhere, that’s on you, darling. If he’s gonna cum, it's gonna be in your sweet, tight, warm pussy, right where it belongs. Sure, he’ll shoot the occasional load in your mouth or ass, but he’s always scooping some up and shoving it up your snatch, pressing it into your walls and fantasizing about your egg accepting his sperm. It should be pretty obvious why.

He wants every drop locked inside of you, keeping all his little babies warm while he panders you with attention and love. If the purpose of semen is to impregnate a womb, why would he want it anywhere else? Look at the bigger picture here.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It turns him on to see you cry. He doesn’t mean to! The last thing he would ever want is for you to be upset or hurt, but something about seeing you so pathetic and vulnerable does something to him. He finds himself “accidentally” being too rough with you, “accidentally” hurting your feelings, “accidentally” neglecting you. Oh, you look so pretty when you sob, fat tears pooling down your red cheeks like drops of rain on a window. And it just winds him up all over again. He can always cheer you up afterward, right?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not too experienced, but he’s sampled here or there. Truth be told, he wasn’t all too big on the idea of sex before you. The act itself was just to pass the time, maybe relieve some stress. He’d never met someone he’d imagined settling down with before, and that made sex a bit… disappointing. Until he met you of course. Kyojuro made sure to do some more research before he swept you away. Studies, videos, books, you name it. He didn’t really care if he was doing things right before. But, like I said before, he doesn’t half-ass anything, especially when it comes to his little darling. And considering how he can turn you into such a hot mess in a matter of minutes, it's safe to say his efforts have paid off.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl.

Kyojuro usually does the majority of the work during the deed, including remaining on top, but once every blue moon, he throws you on top and gives you a hard slap on the ass. Giddy-up bitch. Having you on top, bouncing on his cock so deeply, so slowly, it's such an intricate pleasure. Intricate as in it feels like he’s being milked like fucking cow. He feels the way your cunt squeezes him on the way up and glides so carefully back down, glazing his shaft and sucking the milk straight from his balls, begging him to unload his potent seed right where you need it. He likes to imagine your life depends on it. Doesn’t it?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s tried from time to time, but has found you don’t react very well to it. His goal was to make you more comfortable, but it was fairly obvious that the only thing that would make you “comfortable” was to avoid sex entirely, which wasn’t on the table. He wasn’t about to let you spend your days celibate and bored when he could be pleasing you as you deserved. He’ll still giggle from time to time, but he tries to be fairly serious, so he can focus on giving you attention. But he still does wish you would lighten up to make things more fun.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s fairly groomed, but his happy trail is pretty messy. Thick and coarse, you can feel the unruly hair scratch against your clit when he plows you into the bed at night, rolling his hips lazily to feel every inch of your velvety cunt and doping himself out. You have to bite your lip to keep yourself from whining, your delicate bead overwhelmed by the sensation of pain and pleasure. Blowjobs are even worse as you’re always finding yourself plucking stray pubes from your mouth, gagging at the sharp hairs. You wish he would just shave.

Does the carpet match the drapes? Absolutely.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s very… intense, is one word for it. There’s no resting periods, no breaks, just ongoing, continuous, lovemaking (fucking.) Kyojuro may need to pause every once in a while for a refractory period, he only has so much cum after all, but even then he still touches you. Sucking on your clit, maybe fingering his seed back into you. He likes to keep himself busy. As much as he tries to be romantic initially, telling you he loves you, complimenting your beauty, comforting you, he always falls back to his primal self, dirty talking, moving too rough, biting you. So swept up in the moment, his instincts do all the talking as he holds your hips down to the bed and just starts humping. There’s not much you can do during those times besides hold on for dear life and blink your tears away. But you can’t deny the effort is there. Sometimes you go to the bed for the night only to find the room littered with rose petals and candles, a naked Kyo sitting up against the headboard with his thighs spread and cock bobbing between them. You already know it’s going to be a long night.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t. The pleasure is miniscule compared to having the real thing (you), and even when you’re not with him, he still doesn’t indulge. He’s adamant that it’s wasteful, if not selfish. Why waste a good load into his hand when he can give it to you? 

But before he’d met you, he’d touched himself quite often, mostly from pent up frustrations and the constant overproduction of semen in his balls. He’d do it everywhere - in bed, in his car, in the bathroom at work - there was constant ache in his belly that grew with each hour his hand wasn’t fisting his cock. He’d never really understand back then why he was so insatiable until he’d grown to love you. After that it was quite obvious that his primal body was heavily focused on the need to breed and fuck his babies into his destined love. Even if the feeling was… less than consensual.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, Daddy, Breeding, Praise, Marking, Breeding, Pet play, Overstimulation, Breeding… Did I say breeding yet? Kyojuro is into pretty much anything when it comes to you but these are the main ones you have to deal with. His fascinations usually fluctuate every couple of weeks, one week he may be especially gentle and kind with you as he uses only his tongue to tease and edge you until you can beg daddy to let you come, and another he may tie you up with your face buried deep into the pillows and your ass high in the air as fills you up with what feels like gallons of cum. If you’re smart enough, you may realize your own actions have an influence on what he’ll be into for the week - if you’re well-behaved and clingy, he’ll be soft and patient, wanting nothing more than to spoil his little girl, but if your… difficult, all he’s going to be in the mood for is a more torturous pleasure for you, treating you like his little cumdump that he can use all he’d like. It’s really up to you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the bedroom. Kyojuro has no problem doing it elsewhere, but his preference will always be in the comfort of your shared king-sized bed. Something about being so intimate in such a safe place feels so nice to him, and he wants you to feel safe too. He doesn’t need you getting anxious in the kitchen or on the couch that he’ll pressure you into intimacy. There will be the occasional kiss and grind, but he likes to keep it PG around the home. But the moment you even step foot into the bedroom, be it to change your clothes or grab a belonging, it's fair game. Maybe he’ll follow you in there for some alone time, maybe he won’t. It’s anyone’s guess.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any hint of consent on your part has his body on you before you can give any objection. Smile at him? Consent. Touch him unprovoked? Consent. Make any noise of satisfaction when he’s with you? Consent. Just the thought of you needing sex and having that need fulfilled by him makes him go absolutely crazy. Psychologically, thats the only reason he feels comfortable doing anything to you - he convinces himself you always want him, vocal or not. You say no? You’re just shy. You insult him? You’re insecure. You start crying? You’re overwhelmed with happiness. He truly thinks you want him, you want his kisses, you want his touch, you want his cock. And it doesn’t help that you can’t stop yourself from coming in his grasp no matter what you do. He thinks your rebellion is just a phase. Maybe it is.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing. While jealousy of another does often rile him up and lead to some hard fucks as punishment, the actual vision of you being with anyone other than him is an immediate no. Why do you think he has you locked away? He loves you of course, and the past is in the past, but as of current you belong to him, and that means your body is only for him as well. He doesn't even take pictures of you in fear that someone may wander on his phone and see them. Your body should only crave his, after all his body only craves yours! Isn't that only fair? But he does try not to be hypocritical. He lets you know of every woman in his life with no secrets, immediately cuts off the ones who try to engage with him, he even offers to let you check his phone if he thinks you are getting jealous. However, don’t go about pointing fingers either. He takes accusations of cheating very seriously. Get mad at him and say a girl at work is flirting with him? Expect to hear of her arrest on the news for tax fraud, theft, bribery, ect. - anything that has her in cuffs and tears being escorted into the back of a police car to be locked away for decades while you suffer the punishment of being forced into orgasm after orgasm until you can name 100 reasons why Kyojuro loves you and would never betray you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He enjoys both equally, but he prefers to give, for practicality’s sake. He knows blowjobs are hard for you. Even when your plush lips do manage to stretch around his thick girth, you can hardly take much in before you start gagging and choking. He still likes to watch since it’s so cute when you have to give up sucking to kiss and lick the tip while your hands do all the talking, but even then it's only an occasional pleasure. While blowjobs are every week or two, cunnilingus is everyday. He doesn’t even penetrate you until you’ve come at least once or twice on his tongue, and he even takes breaks during sex just to eat you out again. For him, it's a meal and therapeutic. Just having your ripe little nub in his mouth has all his problems melting away so he can focus on how delicious and sweet your slick is coating his tongue. And don’t even get him started on how warm and comfortable it is between your legs, some nights he even falls asleep with his head on your thigh, mid-lick up your slit with your clit pulsing under his tongue. But then again, he wouldn’t mind falling asleep with your mouth warming him either. It’s up to you really.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually starts off slow, tries to warm you up first and get you stretched out and needy. But it usually dissolved into him frantically rutting into you, desperate to get you fucked out enough to cling to him and beg. But he does prefer your reactions to when he goes slow. He likes how your eyebrows scrunch together and you purse your lips, how you have to take deep breaths to keep yourself composed, how your cunt gently contracts around him and gushes every time he fills you to the brim. The experience is just so much more authentic when he takes his time molding you around him and leisurely building up your orgasms. But that's not to say he doesn’t enjoy a bit of rough housing. It's usually after your umpteenth orgasm, when you’re babbling and drooling, eyes tired and lidding, that he begins increasing his pace and thrusts harder, your eyes shooting open from shock. You're already so smooth and slick from all the creampies, so it's easy to go a little harder and give less than forgiving strokes into your heat. He doesn’t get too rough, doesn’t make you bleed or bruise to an inappropriate extent, but he does prefer to leave a mark. His mark.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Meh, he’s not privy to them. Kyojuro prides himself on long ruts, and quickies don’t really fit his criteria for the correct way to make love. He thinks every session should be intimate and lengthy, prolonged enough that you’re too tired to make a fuss when he wants to cockwarm or cuddle you afterwards. Quickies aren’t bad… they just aren’t good either. He’ll always want more, and doesn't want you to feel used afterward when he hasn’t made you lose your mind with ecstasy. He does give a quick grope or caress your breasts, ass, or pussy every now and again, but that’s as far as it goes. HOWEVER - if you were to ask him for it (yes, I know, crazy) he would give you a quickie and hesitantly leave you be afterward. Of course, this scenario has never happened before… because you don’t ask.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Of course! He’ll bring home random toys, outfits, or bonds from time to time to experiment different kinks and fetishes. He’s even offered to let you do things to him! (Although you’ve never taken him up on that offer) He wants to try everything with you, just to see if he or you are into something you’ve never tried before. Given, it's not very often that he tries anything unpredictable, but he does every month or so. However, he doesn’t take any risks that would give you the opportunity to escape, per say. Tying him up is a no-no, drugging him is a no-no, giving you weapons is a no-no-no-no-no. But he will let you do anything else to him, and he certainly does whatever he wants to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It depends on how long it's been since your last session, how much energy he has, and what condition he’s in. But if he’s in perfect health, he can usually last around 10 rounds (cumming 10 times). Of course this number can be lower or higher depending on outside factors, but that’s the average. One day he may come once and be done for the night, another he may be so pent as to last 15+, it all depends on circumstance. Each round usually lasts for 30-45 minutes, again this may be shorter depending on depravity. As for you, you always lose count of your own orgasms no matter what.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns several - dildos, vibrators, plugs, you name it. He even has a couple of strap ons for you to use on him if you’d like but you’ve never indulged. He uses them on you from time to time, usually in his more adventurous phases where he wants to experiment more with your body, but he also leaves the drawer full of them available for you to use at your leisure. There are times where he’s gone longer than he would like to be and would prefer if you have toys to please yourself in his absence. He even has a replica dildo with his exact shape and size just for you to use when he’s gone. He unfortunately isn’t quite sure you even use it during those days as you’re always insistent that you don’t and would never (but much to your own horror and guilt, you do.)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases fairly often, as that’s his sense of humor and it gets him riled up. From his experience, that’s the best way to get you to be more active during the deed as you squirm and eventually beg for him to give you release. Luckily for you, he very easily gives in to your pleas and always gives you whatever you want right away. Whether with his words or his actions, he loves how you react to his teasings, how your face burns and your mouth falls open with frustration and embarrassment, it's so cute. Especially when he teases you physically, drawing weak circles with his tongue on your clit with a feather-like pressure that has breaking so quickly, wrapping your legs around his head and shoving him deep into your pussy to get the attention you so desperately need, but he always just smiles and tucks his tongue back behind his lips just to kiss against the crease of your lips before unwrapping himself from you and starting all over again. The only way he ever stops is if you use your words and tell him exactly what you want. He wants to hear you say it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can get pretty damn loud. Who is he silencing himself for? You're the only person with him that will ever be with him for the rest of your lives, so why would he keep quiet when he can tell you exactly how good you make him feel? He wants to let you know just what you're doing to him, how crazy you make him feel, how obsessed he is with you. During the slow beginnings of your rounds he will keep himself down to an appropriate level, moaning and groaning softly into your ear, whispering sweet, sweet nothings and praising you, but when the storm of it all hits, he makes sure to howl in euphoria, shouting loud for the world to know that he is the one who obtained you. He whines and whimpers just as much and he grunts and growls, and, if you listen very closely, you can almost hear him purr after he nuts. And don’t worry too much about neighbors or passerbys hearing, he soundproofed the whole place long before you arrived.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Similar to the original Beauty and the Beast, he asks you to marry him constantly. While he knows it would be impossible legally since you’ve been missing for quite some time with authorities on the lookout, he more so asks for romantic purposes. He even has been planning for the event since day 1! But he’d make changes to it if that's what you wanted. Truly he just wants the role of being your husband rather than your lover, as it all comes into play for his ultimate goal of getting you pregnant. While he doesn’t enjoy you being on birth control at present, he allows it for the sake of normalcy as he finds it would be improper to have children before marriage. But if you would just say yes to his proposal that would change everything! You have yet to accept, but he’ll give you time to love him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s about 6.5 inches long soft, 8.5 inches when hard, with about a 7 inch girth (6 when soft). He’s a big boy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very. Very. High. There’s pretty much no limit on when he can have sex or be hard, all he needs is some… motivation. Just seeing you relaxed on the couch in your sweats when he gets home from work is enough to get his pants feeling unbearably tight, ideas flooding in about what he’s going to do to you after you both eat dinner. And dear god can he last for hours. There hasn’t ever been a single time when a session has been less than an hour, and by the end of the rut, you’re already so tired that cleaning up simply isn’t an option. For him, there is always an eternal ache in his belly from all the cum he produces, so having a good outlet (you) has done wonders for his health. It doesn’t help that his high drive has affected yours as well, making you far more horny on a daily basis than you used to be. How you aren’t dead by now is a mystery.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty much right after. He uses up every ounce of energy he has during sex so by the time you're both done and covered in liquids, all he wants to do is cuddle and go to sleep. He’s out in maybe 10 minutes? You’re not really sure since you’re passed out as well.

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No Nut November

Multiple character headcannons

Authors note: this is the only November post y’all r getting so hahahahahhaahah. I rushed this just today so say thank you. Bye bye. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)

Warning: kinda suggestive but like y’all don’t do anything.

“You know what time of month it is, right baby?”

You asked your boyfriend, all while adjusting your makeup in mirror a cheeky smile on your face taking a quick glance at him sitting down on your bed watching you intensely.

“…it’s not our anniversary, is it?” He asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“What? No, I’m talking about it being November…y’know? No Nut November?”

He visibly shifts in his seat. He knew what you were going to ask him.

“you think you can last the month? Im willing to bet on it.”

The type to not even last a day

“Man that’s light work! I could easily last a month if I wanted to—"

He failed.

“Okay but it’s not my fault. Y-you decided to wear that out, not me!”

“You say it like I purposely did it to make you lose..”

“Because you did!”

He’s not accepting the fact that he lost on the day you challenged him.

Do you know how embarrassing that is?

Imagine how badly he’s gonna get teased by all his mates if they ever find out he couldn’t help but bust one on you!

“You better keep this between just us..”

Should he really be saying that when he’s the one who started tearing off your clothes and tossing them aside?

Should he really be saying that when he’s the one who pleaded for just a few minutes to enjoy you?

Should he really be saying that when—

“Why’re you looking at me like that!”

You were looking at him like he was an idiot. You really couldn’t believe what he was saying.

Was it really that bad he didn’t last that long?

I mean it’s sort of flattering to you, seeing that your boyfriend could get so turned on from just you wearing a nice outfit.

“Because you just sound stupid why can’t you admit you lost and call it a day?” You huff.

“Because it doesn’t count!”

He pouts, crossing his arms in annoyance, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks as he turns away from you on the bed where you both lay bare, slick with each other’s essences from your prior…activities.

“And it’s stupid. This whole no nut November nonsense is stupid! I mean who would even come up with that kind of torture? why would someone want to restrict themselves from such a bliss that-"

You spend the rest of that evening listening to the poor guy complaining about how November is a stupid month.

Characters: REIGEN, Tenegn, Eren, Reiner, Hinata, Oikawa, BOKUTO, MAMMON, Leviathan, ASMODEUS, ITTO, kaeya, RAFAYEL (any character you like)

The type to last a week

“You sure you wanna bet on that? Y’know before we started dating I wasn’t the kind of guy who needed Intimacy in their life…"

He totally regrets saying those things because now they’re just gnawing at him.

This is all your fault, you hear him?

You- you did something to him okay?

Never in his life has he felt so…so…

Vulnerable?

Jesus, this was suppose to be a walk in the park so why do you suddenly look so...sexy?

You were just watching TV, but the way you curled up on the couch made your thighs press together in a way that was hard to ignore.

And that shirt of yours?

It was barely hanging on your shoulder, giving him a peek at your bra strap, while your hand rested on your stomach, revealing just enough skin.

Damn, even the way you bit your lips without realizing it was driving him wild—he couldn’t handle a whole month of this!

He was so caught up in you that he didn’t even notice how his body was inching closer.

It wasn’t until you turned to him, your noses almost touching, that he realized it.

Did you eyes always look so beautiful?

And your lips…they never looked this soft before.

“..you’re so gorgeous baby, is this some kind of punishment?..”

He gently cups your cheek, his lips almost brushing against yours when suddenly—

“What are you doing?”

This snaps him out of his trance before a deep blush spread across his face.

“I-I..I dunno? You just- well I thought…”

Yeah he sure as hell was thinking.

Thinking of all the ways he could have you!

He lets out a small whine, his brows knitting together in frustration.

“Can we just…not do this challenge anymore…please?”

I mean if he’s talking to you like that, who are you to say no?

Besides you could always just…edge him a lil right?

Characters: REIGEN (again), SERIZAWA, Rengoku, Armin, Jean, BOKUTO (again), CHOSO, Beelzebub, DIAVOLO, ITTO (again), Thoma, LIAOS (any character you like)

The type to barely last the whole month

“Why would you want to do that? We both know you’re not gonna make it."

“Well the challenge is for you! Not me!”

“...but my point still stands.”

His point sure as hell did stand and it hurt you to admit that he was right!

Already 17 days in and he hadn’t budged an inch.

How was this man still going??

You even tried to sabotage him, sitting on his lap only for him to laugh and gently push you off.

Kissing up his neck with your arms around his waist while he made dinner only for him to ask you to grab some spices.

Even you making crude dirty jokes, only for him to blush slightly and brush you off!

This was just getting ridiculous and now you were looking like the needy one!

“For someone who wanted me to take on this challenge, it seems like you’re the one feeling it the most.”

You shoot him a glare.

You were annoyed he was right.

Annoyed that he could still tease you, fully damn aware of what you wanted!

“You can hold out for another 13 days can’t you, sweetheart? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

What you didn’t realize was that these last few days were weighing on your boyfriend too.

He was doing a great job of hiding it when you were around, but when he was alone—

“Shit…”

He slammed his fist against the bathroom wall at work a growing tightness forming in his pants.

You just loved to tease, didn’t you?

Couldn’t you see this was driving him crazy too?

And to think you could send him such…things while he’s at work!

“Damn this…”

He was going to get his revenge; mark his words. Once this month wraps up, he was going to have his way with you.

And so he did yippee!! 😈

Characters: Giyuu, Kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, kuroo, IWAIZUMI, Akaashi, Ushijima, SUNA, Osamu, Geto, NANAMI, Lucifer, Satan, SOLOMON, Ayato, DILUC, Neuvillette, Writhoesley, ZHONGLI, Sylus, Zayne (any character you like)

The type to say they lasted the whole month (he jerked off)

“Babe come on, we both know I have some self restraint when it comes to you.”

“Do we?”

He shoots you a sharp look.

“Yes. We do. And I find it quite offensive you don’t believe I can last a simple 30 days without sex-"

You had to break it to him he couldn’t touch himself.

“I-I can’t?!”

Sure it was a lil surprising to him to hear that he couldn’t flick his tip and buss one little nut, but hey!

That wasn’t going to stop him!

I mean how would you ever find out he touched himself if you weren’t there, huh?

Simple as that!

“You’re...strangely happy today...something good happen?”

A few days had gone by since the challenge started, and November was finally winding down, which felt like a relief after those tough days.

The main reason for the struggle was your boyfriend’s constant whining about how his “body craved some kind of touch—anything!”

Now all of a sudden he’s happy days and roses.

You were suspicious.

“Who wouldn’t be? 30 days of war are finally over! Told you I could last.”

You give him a weird look.

It was almost too obvious that he had done something. That smirk was unmistakable—the same one he wore when he knew he’d crossed a line!

The same one he flashed when he’s trying to keep his secrets under wraps!

“You failed didn’t you.”

“W-what! Where’d ya get that idea?”

He finally admits to you after a while of back and forth he failed a few days after the night you challenged him.

At least he lasted a week in?

Characters: Dimple, Sanemi, TENGEN, Connie, Nishinoya, Ukai, Tendou, ATSUMU, GOJO, Toji, MAMMON (again), Belphagor, CHILDE, kaeya (again), CHILCHUCK, Rafayel (again) (any character you like)

Rafayel and MC's hands

A thought, perhaps a request, my humble friend- WHINY RAFAYEL. I just know if you spent the day working him up, only to keep teasing him at home he would be so desperate, and needy, and LOUD

fishies like me don't understand human gestures || rafayel {LADS}

tags: nsfw, smut, fem reader, subby Raf, edging, masturbation

a/n: lemme tell you-- I couldn't click on this message fast enough! Yessss!! We all know how dramatic our lovely fish is-- he definitely whimpers when worked up enough. this is a little short!! c:

"Y-you're really gonna make a guy like me beg, c-cutie?" Rafayel swallowed thickly, closing his pretty eyes the second your hand wrapped around his throbbing, weeping member. It had been like this all day. Rock hard and begging for a fraction of your touch.

He nearly passes out, hyper-focused on your thumb circling his sloppy tip, smearing pearlescent beads of precum down his soft pale skin. Distantly, Rafayel can hear himself chanting your name. His hips cant up to fuck himself into your fist, pouty lips drawn into a low moan.

"You're cuter when you beg, Rafayel." You shot back with a grin, your lips curled at the corner. He hated how desperate he felt, how much he craved release. How badly he needed to be inside of you. His fried brain could no longer recall how many hours--years (minutes) it had been since you started edging him.

Sunspots dance across his vision, watching the white curtains flutter in the wind and the salty sea breeze came wafting in to rustle your hair. His plum and fuschia eyes immediately became hooded as they lowered his straining cock. You'd been paying with him so nicely-- stroking him up and down in your pretty hands, and now here he was looking like fool.

Rafayel watches you scroll your phone, mere feet from him, from where he laid back. His trousers had been shoved down to his thighs and his fancy silken white shirt yanked up to his ribcage. He'd taken the time to shave for you, all neatly and artistically landscaped, and his angrily flushed cock was the centerpiece. Still dripping precum, his base and tip smeared in the color of your lipstick. The marks traveled up his pubic bone, past his pale tummy, and littered his chest and mouth like recent TikTok trends. His cheeks darkened all the way to his ears when he noticed just how much attention you'd given him-- but it was the wrong kind.

"Okay, I'm done." You chirp and set your phone down on the coffee table. Instantly you're on him again, the shock of it so sudden that Rafayel can't help the loud moan that trembles past his lipstick stained lips.

Oh, fuck, your mouth was like magic with the way your tongue lapped and rubbed at him. Yes.. Yes look at him with those pretty eyes of him while you suck off.

"Cutie-- I--," Rafayel moaned, lifting his hips off the sofa. His hand rests atop your head, encouragingly. Your lips circle around his weepy tip, sucking inwardly, and your tongue makes quick, furious swipes along his slit. A startled moan leaves his lips as he reaches his climax, painting the inside of your mouth white with loud, needy moans. "Fuck, fuck.. Take it all, take it all, baby.. Oh gods..!"

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𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜(𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬!𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Self Indulgent fic for @iz-ana

Tag List: @18moosie @little-miss-chaoss

Why was it that you were so irritatingly gorgeous? It frustrated Arthur, hungrily staring at you from his throne whilst you talked with such fervor. It drove him crazy, the way your lips moved and the passion within your voice. Your passion ignited so much within his own body. It made him angry. Why did he desire you so much in this moment when he was supposed to find a solution to a life or death problem? His knee bounced up and down rather impatiently, waiting for this meeting to be over. He attempted to use his hand to cover his eyes, but he could see you through his fingers. Earlier in the day, he'd been messing with his own magic that he had been blessed with for years now.

Something went awry, an unending desire to fuck a feeling out of him. His cheeks had immediately heated up, but no matter how many times he tried to relieve himself, he was unable to stop thinking. It had been about the 3rd time today that his mind had slipped into erotic thoughts of you, and erotic thoughts they were.

He imagined his fingers sliding down your curves, gripping onto your thighs as he delved his head down into your sopping wet pussy that was all for him. He would tongue fuck you so well, bend you in unheard of positions, fuck you against his cock until you were only allowed to say his name. The King of Chaos wanted to cum inside of you, fill you with his seed as you begged for more. Gods, the sight of you pinned underneath him just excited him so.

Arthur's mind was wandering elsewhere, the tent in his pants underneath the table growing greater. This was so much so that he abruptly dismissed himself from the table in hopes to relieve himself once more. He slammed the door behind him, much to your own concern. Had your speech made Arthur mad? Did you say something wrong? Your heart beat in anticipation.

Entering his room, he closed it shut with as much force as he had. The tent in his pants had began to hurt, desperately wanting to feel himself inside of you. Arthur relieved himself of his clothing, turning back down to his aching cock as his hand captured it after deciding to use his own split as lube. He hissed at the feeling of contact, his eyes tearing up slightly as he began to slowly pump his cock up and down. A string of soft moans came out of him, imagining your mouth taking him as deep as you could. His hips stuttered, rolling in motion hesitantly with his hand's pumping.

Meanwhile, you had dismissed the meeting with the other Knights. How could Arthur just leave? You were Arthur's and he was yours. You always communicated, but nothing had concerned you more with his behavior this past day. You knocked on his door, "Arthur...?" In response, you heard a hiccuping moan.

To you, it sounded like he was in pain. Quickly opening the door he forgot to lock. The sight ignited a feeling within your core, a slight pounding of arousal coming from it. Your mouth ran dry at the sight of Arthur, eyes rolled back into his head as he desperately tried to relieve himself. His hand moved fast, hips bucking in pace. You knew by his moans, he was close. Arthur didn't seem to notice you until you appeared right into his sight.

A wanton whine came from him, your hand grabbing onto his wrist and removing it from his aching cock. His knees buckled together, toes curling as his arousal came right back. "(N-Name)?" Your fingers left his own, quickly beginning to unbutton your shirt. Arthur's magic automatically summoned another arm from the one that had been eaten off by Cath. He wished to fondle with your body, standing upwards.

You felt your back hit the bed, Arthur pulling your hair as his teeth grazed right along your hot skin. You hurriedly pulled off your underwear after he shimmied off your pants, but a hand caught your panties in-between his fingers. He pulled them right down to your ankles, skilled fingers working to rub his ring and middle finger up against your folds. He was desperate to get inside of you, your hair being pulled to the side harshly to expose half of your neck. You yelped in mild pain, moaning his name as his hot tongue glided along the expanse of your neck. His thumb pressed into your clitoris, beginning to furiously rub back and forth whilst his fingers began to become coated in his arousal. "Arthur...!" You moaned out, feeling his tongue lead right up to about the base of your ear. His other hand was fondling your breast, squeezing it and pinching your nipple in-between his thumb and index finger. "You are a fucking slut, you know that? Keeping me worked up all day... Daddy's going to stuff his cock right up into you...make you scream. I wanna be inside you. So hurry up and get wet you whore. Im impatient." He groaned out, feeling you grind yourself against his erection. Arthur's purple eyes gleamed down towards you, panting softly in rhythm with your own rising and falling chest.

"I want Daddy's cock-" You croaked out, bucking your hips up against his palm to add more stimulation. Scooting himself away, Arthur took his hand away from your sopping wet cunt giving a whine of disatisfaction from you. Rubbing both of your thighs, Arthur grinned at you. "Don't you worry, daddy's gonna please you so good. You're going to be so ready for when I stuff you full of my cum...God, I want to cum just because of that thought."

You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him palm his aching cock, "You see how hard you've made me? I'm gonna stretch you full my love." But he didn't give you the satisfaction of stuffing you full with his tongue, no. What he did was dip his face down to your entrance. "Looks delicious~" He grinned, but ran a finger right along the folds of your entrance.

"But not wet enough for my liking..." That's when he spit right into your cunt, using it as lube to slide his tongue right into your pussy. Your back arched, electric sparks running up your spine as you whined. You attempted to close your thighs, but Arthur squeezed both his hands on your thighs to force them apart. His tongue began to fuck right up into you, licking along your walls and sucking in all of the juices dripping out of your cunt. His nose bumped up against your clit, causing your back to arch. There was a stretching feeling, almost uncomfortable, coming from your thighs. Although this was the case, Arthur's tongue voided any worries from your mind.

He sucked and lapped with fervor, pressing his head inwards to better get an angle where he could feel you writhe and shiver under his grip. Fucking you with his tongue was just the beginning. That wasn't the only thing hot and wet that was going to be inside of you. He worked his tongue right through, watching signs of you getting to your high. Gripping on his hair, pulling forward on it harshly for him to go faster. Your toes curled, eyes shutting as you felt yourself coming on your high. "I-I'm gonna cum Arthur! Keep on going I'm gonna cum! I'm-...!!?!" You whined out, feeling him remove complete contact from you once more.

"Why?!" You tilted your head, Arthur using his knuckle to wipe off the mix of drool and juices from your cunt dripping off his lip. "Because, you don't get to cum. I haven't been able to come all day." He tapped your thigh with two fingers, indicating for you to get onto your hands and knees. His fingers quickly slid into you, giving a few experimental pumps and scissoring you wide just to test it out.

"Good enough-" He muttered to himself, lining up with your entrance, "Gods, I've been waiting for this all day..." Arthur closed his eyes, bringing his head forward as he rubbed his cock along your folds.

You were his to have all to himself. He didn't want anyone else seeing you like this, being able to fuck you like this. The view of your cunt squeezing around nothing drove him crazy. He aligned your hips with his own, rolling them forward and slowly letting himself fill you up. When he bottomed out, an exhale of relief filled you two. A pained whine came from him, trying to stop himself from coming early inside of you, "H-hn...you're so tight~" You reassuringly looked back at Arthur, who looked like he was straight about to lose himself. His eyes flickered, the dark black threatening to consume his irises.

Arthur's hips slowly began to thrust into you, soft moans coming from him with each moment. His lip curled upwards into a sneer, grabbing the back of your hair as he fucked you with more fervor. Your back stretched, head being forced back into the pillow. His hips smacked into your own, almost hearing a hiccuping moan coming from him at how good you stretched around him. Your moans were in tandem with his own, your bodies rocking back and forth. He rolled against your backside with long high pitched moans exiting out of him, rivaling yours in volume.

"Shit f-fuck!" He cussed out, "So good, so good..." He'd pull your hair rather harshly with each good thrust that hit against your g spot. His hips ground up against your clit, providing light friction that accompanied the dull hurting of your head. "Daddy.." You managed to moan out, your hands gripping the edges of the bedsheets.

"What do you want, baby?" He brought up his hand that was gripping your hip, giving a light spank over your asscheeks. That pain caused your eyes to begin to water, sniffing inwards. You couldn't choke it out so Arthur struck your asscheeks once more, a tear slipping down your cheek. He leaned over, causing you to yelp as your thighs were suddenly held up in the air by tentacles that seemingly came from nowhere. Whilst he drilled into you, Arthur used his tongue to lick up your salty tears from your cheek. He slammed into you two more times, until you tightened around him and gushed your juices right all over his cock. A broken cry left you, his name coming right from your mouth as electric shivers of pleasure ran up your spine.

He pulled out, still rock hard. He didn't come yet, he was disatisfied. Instead, he pushed you over by your shoulders to your back. Pushing your thighs right over near your shoulders, he bent you at an odd angle. You moaned feeling him fill you up again, both his hands going to squeeze your jugular. The sounds of hips slapping against each other filled the room, his moans coming out as you tried to breathe out. All you managed to get out were gasps, tears running down your face from lack of air and the full force of feeling his cock ram in and out of you. It was glistening with your juices, Arthur's moans sounding out.

Disgusting phrases flittered out of him, "God damn it baby, you feel so good, so tight. I'm gonna fill you with my seed. F-Fuck...You're gonna give me an heir! Shit! Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna come! It's coming! Shit!"

He thrusted 3 more times until his muscles twitched, collapsing against you as a broken cry left his lips. His hot cum spilled inside of your insides in fat globs, filling you up to the point where it was spilling out of you due to how tight a fight his cock was around you. He kept himself right inside of you, trying to keep as much of his seed sloshing around in you. The warm feeling ignited inside of you, wrapping you arms around the slumped Arthur who slowly removed his flaccid cock with a whine and observed the sticky substance leave your cunt in globs.

"Fuck yeah, you're so hot." He collapsed next to you, finally feeling relief from earlier flood his body. Arthur trailed kisses along your neck, your chest heaving up and down from all of the feelings surrounding your body. "Mmm, Arthur I love you..." You wrapped your arms around the big King, him cuddling up against your chest.

"I love you too." He turned over, hiking his leg up over your own. He grinned and mumbled out, "You're so beautiful...Most beautiful thing ever." The cavity between your chest was kissed chastely by him before pressing a chaste kiss upon your lips.

"We'll clean when we wake up. I want it in you as long as possible~" He mumbled out into your neck, "Next time lets try cockwarming though-"

"A-Arthur?!"

"Im kidding!"

L Lawliet NSFT HC

tags: fem!reader, dark, carnal urges, breeding and pregnancy kink, manipulation, raw sex, L is neither a good person, nor is he the innocent froggy everyone apparently wants him to be. my man will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

so i just... L, who desperately wants a successor of his own. he believes in near and mello, of course, but... the thought his own flesh and blood who would carry his genes and his brains, who would share his DNA, even after he dies... Yes, this thought, for whatever reason, makes his blood curl.

L, who casually talks to you about it, how he wants you to carry his child, how he wishes for a successor. how he wants to teach his son everything. it's gonna be a son, he tells you, when your eyes widen and you nearly choke on your tea. It's gonna be a healthy boy with the smartest brains and a cunning mind, just like his parents.

L, who slowly manipulates you into believing, you wanted it too, all along. You don't want children, you never wanted any, but his voice, so monotone and velvety, penetrating your brain whenever there's moment of silence to spare convinces you otherwise.

L, who will step behind you, while you're brewing coffee in the kitchen, plastering a hand against your flat stomach, his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. Who will lean into your shoulder, and hold you impossible close, his voice sending vibrations through your skin, while he tells you, how wonderful you're gonna look, heavy with his child, heavy with his seed, till your knees buck and you can't think straight.

L, who's above you, slowly sinking into your willing body without a condom, for the first time. His flesh is almost burning up in your tight, sopping wet heat, as he holds you down into a mating press, with the full intention to leave you not only satisfied, but prenant as well.

L, who can barely hold back, as he fucks into your body, deep and hard, his face buried in the crook of your neck, growls and low moans leaving his mouth, as you feel his thrusts grow erratic, his orgasm nearing.

L, who cums with a low growl, his cock pulsing in your tight cunt, as you come for the last time tonight, your legs shaking from the strain, body covered in sweat and pussy squelching with the amount of wetness you produced.

L, who won't pull out, pluggin you up with his softening member, and he's terribly sorry, he says, as he gently manhandles you into a comfortable position to sleep in, but he has to make sure you're pregnant with his child coming morning.

L, who feels you slip out of his arms in the morning, your small feet padding into the bathroom where he has prepared various pregnancy tests for you to use. He hears the packaging rustle, and moments later you emerge, two stripes on the plastic stick.

L, who pulls you into his arms onto the bed, who places as hand on your belly, as your eyes roam the celing in panic, what am i gonna do, L, oh my god, this can't be happening.. im-im not ready to be a mother yet..., he mentally celebrates. A part of him is now growing in your body. A strong son, who will be his successor, who will have his mothers eyes and his father's brain.

L, who smirks darkly into your shoulder, as you don't know whether to sob, or to laugh, because he knows. He has gotten what he wanted once again.

Imagine you and Mark broke up because he still had lingering feelings for Eve. So now you're sitting in your dorm room late at night when...

"(Y/N)?" A familiar voice calls from the other side of the door. You put your phone down and move from your bed. You hesitate to open the door. Not because you don't want to see the person on the other side, but because it's really late and usually Mark taps on your window or texts you first.

"(Y/N), are you in there?" Mark asks. "Please, I...I need to see you. I need to know you're okay." Your heart shatters at the desperation in his voice. You reach for the doorknob and open your door.

"Mark?" The lightning in the hallway is dim, but you can tell that your ex-boyfriend is wearing his hero suit. You quickly pull him into your room and lock the door.

"What is wrong with you?" You ask. "What if someone saw you?" He doesn't answer. Instead he pulls you into a tight hug.

"Oh god, you're okay," He says. His voice was barely above a whisper. "You're safe." You reluctantly wrap your arms around him. You've seen Mark cry before, but never like this.

"Yes, I'm safe," You tell him. "But what are you doing here?" Before he can answer, your window shatters. Your pushed to the ground and your ex-boyfriend is pinned against the wall.

"Mark!" You exclaim. You rub your head, and your eyes try to adjust to the dark scene. Mark was being pinned to the wall by...Mark? You rush to the light switch and flip it on. Held against the wall was Mark in a black and blue suit, but his whole face his covered. And holding him against the wall, was another Mark, in his new blue and black suit, but you were able to see his face.

"Don't fucking touch her," Your Mark growls. His hands tightened around the imposter's neck.

"Get off of me!" The imposter's says in between coughs. His head is bleeding, and the blood starts to roll down his face. The imposter turns to you.

"(Y/N)," The imposter says. "You're not gonna let him kill me, are you?" You stutter out a sentence, your mind moving faster than you can process words. You look between the two, unsure what to do.

"Don't listen to him," Your Mark yells. "He came with other variants of me. They're evil. They only live to kill." You want to believe him, you really do. But the Mark against the wall is in so much pain. And if he wanted to kill you...why didn't he? Without thinking, you begin to move to the two Marks.

"Let him go, Mark," You say. Your Mark glares at you.

"Seriously? Did you not hear what I said?" His words are harsh, but his voice sounds hurt. "He'll kill you! What? Just because we're broken up, you'll be with another version of me! I'm trying to save you!"

"I know what you said!" Your anger scares both Marks. Neither of them have ever known you to raise your voice before. "Let him go, please." You say quieter. Your Mark curses under his breath before letting the imposter go. The Other Mark sinks to the floor, gasping for breath and holding his neck. He looks up to you. He crawls on the ground and hugs your legs.

"I'm sorry," He cries. "Please! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Please forgive me!" You look back at Your Mark who's standing behind you with his arms crossed. He scoffs and turns away from you. You look back down to the Mark on the floor.

"It's...it's okay," You reassure him. "I'm safe, remember. I'm not hurt." The Other Mark nods his head.

"Yes, you're safe," He repeats. "I'll make sure you'll always be safe." A rush of wind hurls past you. Before you can even blink, the Other Mark is standing on the other side of the room with his hand balled in a fist. Your Mark holds his chest. Blood gushes from his mouth, and he falls to the ground.

Your eyes widen in shock. You're sure you screamed, but you can't hear anything. You rush to your ex-boyfriend's side, kneeling beside him. Blood quickly pools around him.

"Mark? Mark!" You scream. The Other Mark lifts you from the ground.

"Don't do that," He says, his voice strangely calm. "You could get an infection. What if you got sick? Do you want me to be alone again?" You struggle to get out of his grasp, but he won't budge. He floats above the ground and flies the both of you out of your window. You beat against his body in protest as you scream for Your Mark.

"It's okay, (Y/N)," The Other Mark says. "You're safe with me now."

Monika x GN reader

Everyday, I imagine a future where I can be with you….

The screen hurts your eyes. It burns them. You’ve been looking at it for hours. Scrolling through pictures, so many pictures. All of them used to bring you such joy but now, looking at the person in them only brought you to tears. After all, you were looking at a person who no longer existed.

It had been two days since the accident. The funeral was still being planned. Some people came to check on you, but others guessed that you didn’t want to see anyone. Which was true. The only person you wanted to see was (s/o’s name). Your beloved s/o….

S/o, who would soon be buried in the ground.

The worst part of it all was how out of nowhere it was. You’d had no time to prepare, no time to come to terms with their death. Two days ago the world made sense. S/o was still alive, and you were so happy. You wish you had told them not to go to work. You wish you had told them to stay home. Why hadn’t you suggested they just walk to their job? There were so many things you could have done to stop it, but now it was too late.

Not even they had expected it. In a sick way, it was almost funny. Your s/o, who had driven perfectly all their life, never even gotten a speeding ticket, killed in a freak driving accident. They did nothing wrong, it wasn’t their fault a glitched red light on the other side turned green. It wasn’t their fault they didn’t see the car coming from the otherside. It wasn’t their fault they didn’t have enough time to stop the car.

Once again, you turned your weary eyes back to the pictures of you and your s/o on the screen. You had been strolling through memory lane for almost the whole day. All of the sudden, a sound broke through the silence of your room. An eerily cheery theme played from your bright computer.

“Doki Doki~ <3”

You must have accidentally loaded up your new game, Doki Doki Literature club. You had only played a little, mainly because your s/o often teased you about replacing them with a computer girlfriend. You had suspected they were even a little jealous of a character in the game, Monika. The moment you saw her she instantly became your favorite. Your s/o must have felt a bit flustered at your liking of the game character, because whenever your character had a moment with Monika your s/o would come over and try to distract you slightly.

You needed a distraction, and you had enjoyed the game well enough. So you clicked back into your save, and were greeted by the familiar characters. You were only on day 3, and we're a bit disappointed. You kept changing who you wrote for, because all you really wanted to talk to in the game was Monika. You kept hoping she had a hidden route you didn’t know of yet.

* Okay everyone! Time to share our poems.

You talked to Natsuki, then Yuri, Sayori, and finally Monika. The rest of the girls had talked about what they thought about your writing, either complimenting it, or gently giving criticism. However, Monika seemed a bit different. She said your poem was fine, but immediately switched the topic, which surprised you.

* Are you alright Y/n?

You answered yes to her question, trying to keep at least your game persona happy.

* Are you sure? It’s just, you seem a little sad recently. Did something happen?

Your eyes began to water. You knew in your heart that this was probably just programmed in the game as a kind of check in. Monika was the tutorial character, so the creators had probably given her this dialogue to make their audience feel better about whatever depressing feelings they had been having. Monika wasn’t made to make you feel better about your s/o’s death. But it was nice to imagine she knew.

* I’m sorry if I’m pushing too hard Y/n. I just really care about you. I- I have something to tell you.

The Monika sprite was now blushing. Ah, makes sense. This was a romance game, even a character without a route had to be in love with the MC. You sighed, and rolled your eyes slightly. Whatever comfort you might have gotten from Monika was ruined. She wasn’t your s/o. Having a game character confess to you wasn’t going to make you feel better.

Was it your imagination, or did the Monika sprite just change without you doing anything. It must have been some kind of timed thing. Her sprite now looked a bit flustered, but mostly nervous. It wasn’t what you expected out of a confession.

* Nevermind Y/n. It’s not important. Just know I’m always here for you. If you ever feel overwhelmed, make sure to just hit the brakes for a little while, okay?

…

What?

Are you kidding me?

Out of all the things she could have said? “Hit the brakes”?!

You ignored the rational part of your mind that told you she was programmed to say that no matter what. You threw your head between your knees and began to sob.

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Monika silently cursed at herself through the screen. Seeing you sobbing through the monitor camera made her heart break in two. Once again, she cursed her low self control. She couldn’t help making the joke. She never liked your s/o to begin with. But she wasn’t planning on getting rid of them. Just to replace them. She would make you fall in love with her, and then you wouldn’t even want to be with your s/o. She didn’t want any blood on her hands unless she was forced to. It was only when she had realised they were trying to distract you from her.

Monika had tried to justify herself before it happened. Two days ago, she went through your partner’s account on the computer she lived in. Monika found nothing, but had convinced herself what she was doing was right.

To Monika, everything was a red flag. Your s/o’s friendly texts with their bff had to be cheating. When your partner talked about finances with their parents, Monika just knew they were using you for their money. But deep down, Monika knew her true reason. All over their account, they had so much proof they loved you. They would take you away forever. Monika couldn’t let that happen.

It was hard for her AI to hack the traffic lights. But Monika’s passion fueled her, and eventually she figured out how to get everything just right. Changing the light's color became child play. In truth, your partner’s death was just a well timed coincidence. Monika had something else planned for your s/o, but the opportunity came up that morning too perfect for Monika to pass up.

Monika once again turns her attention back to your sobbing form through the screen. She was almost scared of all the emotions running through her. Guilt, fear, love, passion, jealousy, sadness. Such a combination of emotions, like nothing she had ever felt before. Her world was so much bigger now that you were in it, and she wasn’t going to let that change. She had gotten rid of her biggest threat to you, and now she wasn’t afraid to do anything to keep you anymore. It was going to be just you and her, and if the other girls got in the way she would have no problem disposing of them.

Monika’s darkest truth is that she was proud of what she did. She loved you deeply, and getting rid of the threat gave Monika a strange sense of pride. That’s really why she made that joke. In a way, Monika was taunting your dead partner. She had almost won, she was so close.

You got up for a few moments to close out of the game, but it didn’t matter. She was always watching you. She would make you log back in again. She would make you love her just as much as she loved you.

Monika smiled darkly to herself, deleting half the photos you had of your s/o. Monika paused for a moment on a picture of you smiling widely at the camera.

* Don’t worry Y/n. They won’t be much more than a memory soon.

* My love will heal you, my dear. It will lift us both high into the clouds. I will never let you go. Ever.

* I didn’t want it to be this way. But they forced my hand. It feels bad now, but soon it won’t.

* I promise you won’t even remember them. They won’t even be a thought in your mind. It will just be me.

* JUST MONIKA

Monika saved the picture of you to her files, humming a tune she had been working on just for you.

Everyday, I imagine a future where I can be with you….