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“WHATT? NEVER SEEN A GHOSTT..”

summary: next time be respectful for gojo’s memorial. . .

tags: ghost!gojo x fem!reader, smut, threesome (ig ..?), use of clone techniques, jjk spoilers, mean gojo, ōral sex (f!recieving), size difference,belly bulging, full nelson, degrading, dumbification, etc, mdni.

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the halloween theme park buzzes with screams from rollercoasters and actors in horror costumes that look almost too real. you walk arm in arm with your friends, all of you decked out in matching monster high costumes. at first, you weren’t into it, but after enough pestering, you caved and ordered clawdeen’s full outfit.

the crowd can’t stop complimenting the four of you. from the boots to the hair, everything is spot-on. but gosh these platform boots are killing you. you can already feel tomorrow’s regret setting in.

“ooo, let’s try this ride before we leave,” one of your friends says through the fake fangs she’s wearing as draculaura. you all turn your heads to see what she’s pointing at. a sign reads infinity maze, with eerie, glowing blue eyes blinking on and off. it’s famous, mostly because the guy who designed it—gojo satoru—died a few years ago, turning it into some kind of attraction with ghost stories attached.

you scoff. people are suchwimps.

as you approach, you’re grateful for your speed passes because the line is insane. “okay, how about we make a bet?” your cleo-dressed friend suggests. “slowest time pays for dinner.”

you grin at the challenge, nodding along with everyone else.

as you wait, something catches your eye—a giant memorial statue of gojo satoru, standing tall near the maze entrance. his cocky grin is frozen in stone, and beneath it, the descriptiom reads,

in loving memory of satoru gojo. forever lovable and the strongest.

you roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts. “who gives a fuck about him?” you say, loud enough for your friends to hear. they giggle, and you continue, “seriously, they’re doing the most with this memorial. it’s not that deep.”

one of your friends shakes her head, trying not to laugh too hard. “it’s haunted, remember?” she says mockingly, to which you just snicker.

“haunted, my ass.”

your first friend goes into the maze, and you start timing her on your phone. almost three minutes later, she comes out breathless, claiming the only scary part was a worker grabbing her ankle at the end.

next up are the others, who all manage to escape in under two minutes. the pressure’s on now, but you refuse to be the one paying for dinner. with a quick glance at your friends, you flash your speed pass to the coordinator, ready to sprint through this lame maze and leave them all in the dust.

your platform boots thud heavily against the creaking wooden floor, each step echoing in the suffocating silence. the door slams shut behind you with a sharp clack, sealing you inside. a deep breath fills your lungs, but the air feels heavy, thick. the faint glow of flickering lights ahead barely cuts through the darkness, revealing the first room—a classroom?

it’s an old, japanese-style classroom, but something feels off. chairs are scattered across the floor like a struggle took place, and bloody handprints—too real for comfort—smear the walls. your heart races as a sudden crack of thunder rips through the air, making the weak lights above you flicker wildly. it feels like you’ve been transported, as if this isn’t a theme park anymore... like you’re somewhere else, somewhere you shouldn’t be.

you inch forward, boots sinking into the floorboards with each loud creakk. you can’t shake the feeling that the room is watching you. the chalkboard looms at the front, with jagged, uneven writing smeared across it

look behind you

your stomach twists. your mind fights to stay rational—it’s just part of the maze, it’s not real. but your hands are trembling as you slowly turn. nothing. just scattered desks and the harsh, stuttering light overhead. thunder crashes again, timed too perfectly. 

your heart rate slows a bit, but you mutter under your breath, stupid maze, trying to shake off the unease as you head toward the next door. the sign above it reads, hall of mirrors,

the knob feels cold in your hand as you twist it, stepping into the next room. pitch-black darkness swallows you whole, except for the mirrors that tower from floor to ceiling. hundreds of them, endless reflections stretching out in every direction. your eyes adjust to the faint, flickering light—just enough to see yourself, but not much else.

“fuck,” you whisper, hating mirror mazes with a passion. you move cautiously, knowing you’ll bump into a dead end at some point. your reflection multiplies with every turn, making it feel like you’re being watched from all angles. you stop in front of one mirror, catching your breath, and take a moment to adjust your costume.

you smooth down the sheer purple mini skirt, making sure your wolf ears are straight on your head. you shift slightly, checking out your ass in the reflection, appreciating how well the outfit hugs your body. you’re about to laugh at yourself when your eyes catch something—a shadow

a figure. behind you. 

your breath stops cold. your friends hadn’t mentioned anyone being in here with you. you freeze, heart pounding as you stare into the reflection, too terrified to turn around.

“o-oh um, did I come in the room too early?” you stammer, your voice barely steady, assuming he’s the worker who grabbed your friend’s foot earlier. you swallow hard, trying to make sense of the tension creeping up your spine. the lights flicker again, casting shadows that stretch too long. your eyes twitch as you stare into the mirror—he’s still there, standing so still it sends a chill down your spine.

the lights flicker again, plunging the room into darkness. your pulse races. you can feel his presence behind you, closer now, even though you haven’t turned around. every hair on your body stands on end, anticipation mingling with fear. when the lights finally come back, your breath catches in your throat.

gojo satoru.

he stands right behind you, towering over your smaller frame, his eyes glowing like cold fire through the mirror. his presence is overwhelming, suffocating, andelectrifying. his ocean-blue gaze locks onto yours through the reflection, freezing you in place. you can’t move, can’t breathe, as his lips curl into a slow, dark smile.

“nahhh, you came at a good time,” he drags out, voice low, rough, as it echoes through the room. the sound of it, mixed with the flickering lights, makes your knees weak. he steps closer, his icy fingers brushing the hem of your skirt, sending a shiver down your spine. your breath hitches as you feel his touch, subtle yet possessive.

“and who are you supposed to be?” his voice is condescending, almost mocking, as his hand continues to toy with the fabric, lifting it just slightly. the way he says it makes your heart race faster, your skin prickling with a mixture of fear and something else—something darker.

you glance up, meeting his gaze in the mirror, tears forming in your eyes. this can’t be real. his white hair falls messily around his face, his long lashes shadowing those dangerously beautiful eyes.

“h-how? y-you’re dead,” you blurt out, ignoring his question as panic takes over. but his chuckle—low, dark—vibrates against the back of your neck, making you shudder. you’re trapped between the mirror and him, his breath warm and taunting against your skin.

“that i am,” he murmurs, his lips so close to your ear, “but you know what they say… energy never dies. you brought me here.” his words wrap around you, suffocating, intoxicating. your mind spins, trying to comprehend. you brought him here? how could you possibly—?

“h-how?” your voice is barely a whisper, trembling as you try to make sense of his words. it feels like the room is shrinking, like the walls are closing in, the air too thick to breathe.

“don’t play dumb now,” he chides, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. the heat of his palm sends sparks through your body. you shouldn’t want this, but the way his fingers tease your skin, the slow drag of his hand, has you clenching your thighs together.

suddenly, it hits you. images of you mocking his memorial, laughing at his statue, flashing through your mind. his low chuckle tells you he knows exactly what you’re remembering.

“i-i didn’t mean-”

“didn’t mean it? nahh, pretty, you fuckin’ meant it.” his plush lips press against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that make your knees weak. fuck, you shouldn’t be getting turned on by this, by a ghost. yet, your body betrays you, burning up under his touch.

he leans into you, his teeth grazing your exposed skin, making you flinch. fangs? you tremble as he brushes his fingers under your chin, lifting your face so your wide, glossy eyes meet his through the mirror.

“all that nasty energy you have within you… mmm, that’s why.” his voice drops as he nibbles on your earlobe, tugging lightly on your hoop earrings, making you wince.

“‘m sorry, j-just don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything,” you stammer, your voice shaky as his grip on your chin tightens. his movements still, and the way he smirks behind you makes your heart sink. you’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable—like you just handed him your dignity on a silver platter.

without a word, he pushes your back down, forcing you to brace yourself against the mirror, your fingertips smudging the glass as you struggle to keep steady. glancing to another mirror, you see him crouching down, eyeing your clothed cunt with dangerous curiosity.

“anything, she says”, gojo quietly says, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you arch your back just right for him. his eyes darken when he notices how soaked your panties are, the fabric clinging to your folds, sucked in by the wet heat between your thighs. of course, the lights choose now not to flicker—how fucking embarrassing.

with a quick, rough tug, gojo hooks his finger into your panties, pulling them side to side, watching how your chubby folds swallow the fabric before yanking them aside, fully exposing your dripping cunt. you clench hard at the sudden cool breeze against your exposed skin, and he pauses, mesmerized.

“you like this, huh? getting off to a dead man… ohh, you’re disgusting,” he mocks, his voice low and sinister.

“‘m going to make sure you live your dirty fantasies,” he growls, his tone laced with intent.

and he really is.

gojo has been diving into your cunt for what felt like hours, his impossibly slimy tongue lapping up your juices as your gummy walls snugly embrace him. your hands grip the sides of the mirror for dear life, feeling him reach the deepest parts of you. you’re moaning like a bitch in heat, your desperation rising as his spare hand mercilessly toys with your clit, not in cute circles, but pinching and pulling on your sensitive nub with no mercy whatsoever.

your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably as he pushes you to your third orgasm, broken moans escaping your glossed lips. your pussy slowly feels numb, overwhelmed by how hungrily he’s eating you out. do they not feed him in his world?

“ngh—‘toru, it’s too m-much,” you hiccup, and he growls behind you, the sound vibrating through your body. at this point, you’ve completely forgotten about your friends, about the stupid bet—you’re lost in the most toe-curling head of your life.

your stomach churns unexpectedly as you cum again, your brain so fuzzy that you can’t even comprehend it. he loudly slurps up your mess, not wasting a single drop as he licks you clean, your cunt twitching around his tongue. when he pulls his tongue from your gaping hole, your swollen folds throb in response as he grins at your state.

“heh, look at you—just a slut for a ghost!” he taunts, now standing behind you, grinding his achy bulge against your exposed cunt. his eyes never leave your face in the mirror.

“let’s see how much dick she can take,” he mutters to himself, cupping your pussy, clearly addressing her rather than you. as you catch onto his words, a wave of confusion and excitement hits you. how much? there’s more than one?

before you can process anything, you blink once and find yourself in the most insane position you’ve ever been in—full nelson. gojo has you completely at his mercy, holding your legs high above your head with a firm grip, locking you in place like a ragdoll. your tall platform boots dangle helplessly in the air, the sensation thrilling and humiliating as you stare at your reflection in the endless mirrors surrounding you. your stomach twists at the sheer size difference between your body and his, your eyes widening as you see your slick, swollen cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for him.

your miniskirt is now so short that it’s bunched up around your waist, exposing more skin than you’d ever intended. your eyes drop lower, and you gulp as you take in the sight of his cock, standing proudly upright. the base is a tan colour, thick and powerful, with mean veins decorating the sides that pulse with each heartbeat. the bulbous tip is a deep pink, glistening with droplets of cum that catch the dim light.

with one hand firmly securing your legs, gojo uses his other to tease you, rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds, the sensation sending electric jolts through your body. you bite your lip at the girth of his shaft, feeling a mix of excitement and horror. he’s definitely bigger than all your previous exes, and with every second you spend in this position, he brings undeniable shame onto them.

“can you handle it, baby?” he taunts, his voice dripping with condescension as he revels in your predicament.

“yes, I can-”

without lettint you finish, he thrusts into you, burying himself deep within your slick warmth. the suddenness takes your breath away, and you let out a gasp as he fills you completely. his girth stretches you in a way you’ve never experienced before, almost burning as your gummy walls clench around him, trying to accommodate his size. each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, a delicious blend of pain and ecstasy as you realize you can only take it.

gojo holds you firmly in place, using this ruthless position to keep you utterly at his mercy, revelling in your helplessness. with each powerful thrust, he drives deeper, hitting spots inside you that make your vision blur and your legs tremble. you can’t escape, all you can do is take what he gives you, your body completely surrendered to the pleasure.

“look at you, taking it so well,” he growls, a wicked grin stretching across his face as he watches your reflection in the mirror. your moans fill the room, echoing off the glass, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. the sweat glistens on his body, making his white hair stick to his forehead, adding to the rawness of the moment. “you’re nothing but a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

you can only whimper in response, your head spinning as his relentless rhythm pushes you closer to the edge. your thighs shake uncontrollably as he hits that sweet spot, the coil in your stomach tightening with every thrust. you’ve completely forgotten everything but the way he stretches you out, your body fitting around him perfectly as if you were made for him.

as gojo thrusts into you relentlessly, your collar jingles with every powerful movement, a stark reminder of your current position. each chime echoes in the room, amplifying your vulnerability as he drinks in the sight of your pretty, disheveled form. he watches how your eyes flutter in bliss, how your lips part with each thrust, and how your reflection reflects the pure ecstasy etched across your face.

“what happened to all that toughness?” he sneers, his breath hot against your ear as he quickens his pace. “wanna tell me how stupid this is?” his laughter reverberates through the air, as he reminds you of your sly comment.

the humiliation of his words ignites a flame deep within you, and despite the embarrassment, your body craves more. your jewelry clinks and jingles as he pounds up into you, each sound mingling with the echoes of your moans. the sensation is overwhelming, and you find yourself teetering on the edge of submission, your mind hazy as pleasure clouds your thoughts.

as you struggle to keep your eyes open, the world around you blurs and spins. you can’t tell if it’s the overwhelming pleasure or the way he’s wrecking you, but you swear you see multiple gojos swarming around the two of you in the mirrors. they grin wickedly, each one reflecting the same smug confidence, but you’re too lost in ecstasy to process it completely.

am I seeing things? you wonder,

your mind foggy from the pleasure coursing through your body. each thrust sends you spiral deeper into submission, heat pooling in your core, ready to explode.

then, without warning, you feel another hand, another gojo, playing with your pussy. your eyes shoot open, panic flooding your senses as you choke back a gasp.

he can clone himself!

your body responds eagerly to the dual sensations, the original gojo still jack hammerinh relentlessly inside you while his clone teasingly rubs your clit, heightening your pleasure to unimaginable heights. as if sensing your need, the clone moves closer, rubbing his chubby tip along your widened folds. you scream internally, panic flashing through your mind as he presses against you, the overwhelming stretch igniting both fear and pleasure.

there’s no fucking way.

the clone pushes in slowly, stretching you beyond your limits, sending shockwaves through your body. you cry out, your voice a mix of pleasure and pain, tears brimming in your eyes. he’s moulding himself deep within your walls as you feel every inch of your velvety walls being re-designed for him.

the original gojo leans down, his breath hot against your ear. “c’mon, big baaaad wolf, can you handle both of us?” he taunts the nickname referring to your costume, as his thrusts becoming more forceful as the clone fills you. “i thought you were a big girl.”

you can only moan in response, the sound mingling with the jingle of your jewelry as they continue to drive you wild. the mirrors reflect your state—multiple gojos swarming around you, each one more enticing than the last. their mocking smiles deepen your humiliation, but the pleasure they bring you makes it impossible to care. both their cock heads rushing as if it were a race to reach your cervix as you squeak at the brutal thrusts.

“look at you, a pathetic mess,” the original gojo mocks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as you squirm between them. your gaze lazily drifts to the your tummy where a large bulge forming beneath your costume, moans escaping your lips at the sight. “you love being filled up like this, don’t you? who’s the stupid one now?”

your body betrays you, your pussy clenching around both of them as they thrust in sync, stretching you to your limits. the lewd squelches and sloshes of your dripping cunt fill the air, drowning out all coherent thoughts. each thrust pushes you closer to the edge, the overwhelming sensations causing your mind to spiral into oblivion.

the clone suddenly flicks your head, thr pain forcing you to look at him, and you feel a rush of clarity amidst the haze. “stay with us, pretty,” he demands, his tone both condescending and sultry. 

“we- hgnn -want to see that face you make when you fall apart.” you shudder at the sound of his voice, the way it sends waves of heat coursing through your body.

“mmf—i can’t. . . ’s too much,” you babble, your voice rising higher as the clone continues to push into you, the overwhelming sensation of fullness sending shockwaves through your body. pleasure and pain blur together, and you find yourself lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

“ohhh, but you can,” the original gojo growls, thrusting harder, your body shaking as you sob loudly, the sounds echoing off the mirrors as your achy walls clenching around his thick shafts.

every angle captures your struggle—your skin glistening with sweat, your costume soaked and clinging to your curves, and the way you’re trapped between two versions of the man you crave. the reflections amplify the chaos, a never-ending loop of desire and degradation as you’re thrust deeper into submission.

“what about your friends?” the clone taunts, a wicked smirk plastered across his face. “what will they think when they find you like this?” the thought sends a wave of humiliation crashing over you, but the pleasure is relentless, drowning out any semblance of reality.

“anddd what about that bet you had?” the original gojo continues from behind, his voice dripping with mockery. “i bet they wouldn’t believe how much you enjoy being filled up by us.” you nod at his words, sniffles escaping your nostrils as fat globs of tears streak down your cheeks, your makeup a ruined mess.

they’re so deep inside you that it feels like they’re going to split you in half. each thrust stretches you to your limits, their relentless rhythm pushing you closer to the brink.

you swear you feel him in your chest.

“please… i need to—” you gasp, your body trembling as the clone toys with your clit, electric jolts of pleasure coursing through you. your senses blur, and all you can feel is the overwhelming fullness and the pleasure spirall out of control.

“let go, pretty,” the clone whispers, fingers dancing over your sensitive bud. “show us how much you want it.”

with one final thrust from the original gojo, the heat builds to an explosive climax. you feel your body tighten around them, walls pulsing as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over you.

“fuckk!” you scream, body convulsing as you squirt, release gushing out of you and mixing with his cum. gojo’s thick cum shoots deep inside as he paints your gummy walls a pretty milky white, creating an intense mess that ends up coats your inner thighs. the overwhelming sensation sends you spiraling into a realm of ecstasy, every nerve ending igniting as you succumb to the bliss.

“what a sight,” the original gojo grunts, breath heavy with satisfaction. you’re lost in the aftermath, body shaking as you ride the waves of pleasure, mind fogged with overwhelming satisfaction and disbelief at the chaos that has consumed you.

as you try to come back from your intense orgasm, the clone pulls back and disappears. when gojo finally slides out of your cunt, a waterfall of cum oozes from you, thick globs spilling forth—it’s utterly inhumane. gojo carefully places your wobbly legs, which had been in the air for what felt like hours, back on the ground as you collapse, the numbness too much to bear.

the mess cascades down your gaping hole, sticky and warm, creating a thick pool beneath you. you can’t help but feel utterly exposed, the evidence of their domination staining your costume and making you acutely aware of how thoroughly you’ve been filled.

the sight is almost too much to bear, the way your body quakes with the remnants of pleasure while the glistening fluid slowly drips, accentuating the chaos you’ve just experienced. you feel humiliated yet impossibly aroused, the reflections in the mirrors surrounding you amplifying your vulnerability as he stands, watching you tremble.

“c’mon, baby, your friends have been waiting,” he coos, picking you up bridal style as you mumble nonsense, your brain so fucked that you can barely string a thought together. he strides through the mirror maze and into the last room, steadying you onto the ground for you to exit on your own.

he fixes your hair and outfit, quickly pecking your lips before opening the door and giving you a final push. you stumble out, the cool breeze hitting you like a splash of cold water, bringing you back to reality.

“girl, what the hell took you so long?” your friends shout as you try to steady your wobbly legs. one of them shoves her phone in your face, and your jaw drops.

50 fucking minutes.

“t-the worker was—”

“t-the worker- shut up. now you’re buying us food.” one of them mocks, handing you your belongings while they stare you up and down, taking in how badly you’re shaking and your frizzy hair.

“jeez did a demon fuck you? you look like you got meannn dick in there,” she jokes, and everyone bursts into laughter, including you. they have no idea what you’ve just been through, but you can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

unholy: tokyo revengers

Timeskip! Shiba Taiju

Bonten! Akaashi Takeomi

Bonten! Haitani Ran

Toman Timeslip! Hanma Shuji

unholy: jujutsu kaisen

Biker! Sukuna

Yakuza! Gojo

Au! Fushiguro Toji

with Taiju

Milk, milk, milk!

ᜊ. gojō satoru, kento nanami, fushiguro toji, ryōmen sukuna, getō suguru! — only your favorite jjk men wanting to suck a little of your milk!

𖦹 minors don’t interact.

𖦹 content: sub!fem!reader, lactation kink, slight manhandle, fingering, mention of dry humping & creampie, handjob, nicknames.

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HAVE SOME RESPECT

✸ pairing: god!scaramouche x afab reader

✸ warnings: explicit content, heavy degradation, god kink, dub con

a/n: consider reblogging if you enjoy!

“p-please, scara, go slowe-aah!” your pleads were cut as you felt his palm make contact with your cheek. scaramouche scowls and looks down at you, making you feel infinitely times smaller than him.

“ ‘scara’ ? is that really how you address your god? how many times do i need to fuck some. respect. in. you,” scaramouche slamming in and out of your tight pussy with every last word, making your pained moans bounce off the walls of the empty throne room.

“im sorry! please my lord, my god, have some mercy,” you frantically shout, not sure how much longer you can take scaramouche’s harsh fucking. your thighs and hips littered with dark bruises, purple splotches covering your neck, your scalp burning from earlier when scaramouche ruthlessly used your throat as he gripped your hair to keep your head in place. but, however cruel he was, you couldn't deny the arousal between your legs and just how good it felt when the god’s cock would hit that certain spot inside you. this also didn't go unnoticed by said god.

“hah, you beg me to slow down and yet i can feel your dripping pussy clenching around me while you scream like a whore. tell me-tell your god- do you really want me to slow down?” scaramouche sneers, gripping even harder on your hips as he continued to fuck you.

although you want to tell him that yes you do want him to slow down, that you're seeing black spots and can hardly think, broken sobs fight through your lips to say something else.

“n-no! please keep fucking me, my god! don't stop!”

“hmm yeah, that's what i thought.” Scaramouche pushes your legs up, your folded knees practically touching your ears now and his cock now impossibly deeper inside you.

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 (𝐈𝐍) 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 - jjk edition

≡ gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryoumen x f!reader

↳ even the strongest of men have their weaknesses, the question is what or rather who makes them weak — jjk men and when they’re first in.

tw/cw: smut, unedited. mdni. unprotected sex. oral. spanking. teasing. biting. foreplay/prepping. soft sweet talking, explicit language. creampie. spit. spanking. reader called princess, love, baby, slut. use of daddy (for toji). clit pinching. degradation. penetration without notice (for sukuna). biting. 

✉ : this is a repost !! i feel like all of these can stand as a drabble on its own… but here it is all in one bc it’s a pain to upload separately ૮₍ ˃̵ࡇ˂̵ ₎ა !! hahaha but i hope you can all still enjoy !!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

Pushing you onto the bed, grunting from the force as he plops on top of you, absolutely refusing to unlink his lips with yours as his tongue ventured deep into your mouth — tongues voraciously exploring and teeth clashing. Not minding the trickle of saliva that leaked from the ends of his bruised lips — all of his attention was simply on you as your fingers grasped hold of his soft white hair and as your quivering legs were wrapped around his small defined waist.

“Fuck… baby… I-I can’t hold out any longer,” he’ll groan in between kisses as he simultaneously strips you off your clothes. And when he feels your hands make way to unbuckle his belt, brushing past his clothed erection as you reached in to release his hardened length as it softly hits the base of his stomach, causing him to slightly shiver at the cold air meeting his sensitive flesh — a flash of his reserve speeds fast past his eyes as his hands immediately find yours to cage you in, teeth pulling on your lower lip, releasing it with a lowly groan.

“I have a condom in my wallet, let me —” Satoru let out as he kissed along your jaw, lips making way down to your mounds, his thick hands engulfing your breasts from below.

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⠀⠀⠀𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦?

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𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙐𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙀𝙓. 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥─𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭…𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤, 𝘭𝘰𝘭. 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵), 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬.. 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙢? 𝘪𝘥𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘬? 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 2𝙠. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙤3 ♡ 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠. 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘋𝘕𝘐.

You never expected to find yourself in this position right now—something you had already thought of countless times. A noble vampire beneath you as you’re riding his dick while your blood is in a glass that he sips pleasurably. Crowley Eusford. The guilty pleasure that you can’t seem to get enough of. How did you get into this position? Long story short. You exchanged your blood—and pussy, to protect your friends from harm. From the moment he saw you, he became obsessed. The sweet scent of your blood trailed an aroma he had never smelled before. To him, you were unique. Although he retained a sense of calmness, Crowley made it no secret how badly he craved a human such as yourself. He just knew you would taste good. Your natural beauty was enough evidence. And now, as he sat comfortably, watching soft moans escape your pretty two-toned lips, he couldn’t be more pleased.

You bounced on his cock at a rhythmic pace as you gazed maliciously at those scarlet eyes. You hated vampires. You hated Crowley, but your pussy couldn’t go another day without being stuffed by his length. It didn’t help that he was quite handsome, too. How his pale skin flushed heat, eyes locking on you while you were above him. That sexy broad chest your hands rested on to balance. His red bangs stuck to his forehead, coated with beads of sweat. He was fucking hell. And although you felt guilty for your current actions, it would be a lie if you said you didn’t feel like you were on cloud nine. After many occasions of having sex, Crowley’s size was something you still had to adjust to. He was big. A little too big. However, you had no complaints while feeling his veiny dick imprint your insides.

The office was filled with sounds of your ass smacking against his skin. Your essences dripped between your thighs and his balls. Your pride refused to further allow him to hear your shrieks of ecstasy, so you nipped on your bottom lip to bite back your moans. He chuckled, thinking how stubborn you were being. Crowley knew you were enjoying this just as much as he was. How your wet pussy clenched his dick perfectly in hopes of chasing your release. The cream became thicker and thicker every time you dissolved yourself onto his length. Your pretty brown nipples harden from the cool air and the immense pleasure. Whether or not you wanted to admit it, you were fucked out your mind. You kept trying to convince yourself this was for the protection of your comrades, but somehow you found yourself on Crowley’s cock more often than usual. 

“I wonder what your comrades would think if they knew their precious teammate was being a little slut for a noble vampire?” 

You glared at him, still riding his dick. “F-Fuck you.”

“You already are, love. And you look so beautiful while doing so. This pussy—so wet and warm,” he breathes, taking a sip of your blood. “You taste so delectable. It’s almost hard for me to believe that you proposed both your blood and insides to me. It’s like I’m being spoiled.”

You glanced at the glass in Crowley’s hand, then averted your eyes back to him, rolling them in ecstasy. His free hand began exploring your curves, mesmerized by how the droplets of sweat caused your deep complexion to glow. Oh, how lucky he felt for having the top floor of Nagoya City Hall to himself so he could admire how the moonlight descended upon your skin. His hand finally found comfort on the peak of your breast, which you shivered from his cool touch. The calluses of his index finger and thumb grazed your nipples, squeezing in circular motions to further your arousal. An involuntary shriek slipped through your lips, causing him to smirk. Your back arched in pure bliss as you began sensually rolling your hips onto his. 

His favorite cockwarmer was gripping his dick with no intention of letting go. A string of curse words aired through his mouth, indicating his approval. You lolled your head back, which gave him the perfect access to savor your skin. It’s as if you felt his length deepen inside you from just him sitting up. Crowley’s tongue explored your neck until it found that lovely sweet spot that had your moans in a dulcet harmony. He carefully nipped at your flesh, ensuring not to get too greedy by latching his fangs into your skin. That alone had your breaths shaky. Crowley didn’t deserve to hear your sounds of pleasure. However, it was hard to hold back how his cock sank into your pussy. 

Your skin was sweet, like your blood, as he continued to take slow and hungry strokes. He began trailing up your neck with wet kisses until he reached your plush lips, grabbing your chin to place a sensual smooch. You returned the kiss, but in doing so, you kept your eyes open to glare down at him. He knew that you were. You always did this when he was stuffed inside you, but he didn’t care. In the end, Crowley continued to get what he desired—you. A few times a week, he would get a supply of your palatable blood and your succulent cunt drowning on his cock. As long as he got what he wanted, he didn’t give a fuck about how you looked at him. Despite that, you still had this intoxicating expression that made him want you even more. 

"You are so fucking sexy. Being such a good slut riding my cock like this," he cooed, causing your pussy to clench. "Hm, you like it when I talk to you like that, don't you? I feel that pussy hugging me. What is this? The third time you've cummed already? Go ahead. Cum for me again, [Y/N]."

“N-No—fuck,” you softy whimpered. 

"Haha, you can be stubborn all you want, but you know who this pussy belongs to. It was made for me. It fits so perfectly around me. Just admit that you're enjoying yourself, my sweet [Y/N]."

You shook your head, pressing your forehead onto his. “S-Shut up. S-Shut the—fuck—up.”

“And you sound so pretty whimpering on my cock like that,” he rasped, nipping your bottom lip. He continued to whisper honeyed praises as he felt your release approaching. “You’re doing so well taking me. I’m going to stuff this pretty pussy with all my hot cum, and I want to hear you beg for it.”

“N-No.”

“Beg, [Y/N].”

“…”

He lowered his voice to a lower octave, licking the curve of your ear.  “Beg, pretty girl.”

That was it. Crowley always knew how to get you there. At this moment, your body shattered into pieces. "Fuck. Fuck me, Crowley. Please fuck me harder. I—I want to feel that cum in my pussy.” 

"That's my girl." He chugged the remnant of your blood in the glass to latch onto your thick waist. Crowley took an unrelenting tempo as he pounded into your needy cunt. Your wetness being played with surfaced the air. You howled, repeatedly moaning his name until your breaths became lost in your throat. He pleasurably glided his tongue along his bottom lip from seeing how sweet you looked. Those full tits that bounced hastily every thrust he made. Your back arching in pure delight. The plush of your ass slapping his skin. How your pussy was being stirred by his cock, creating the perfect gushing sound. Fuck, it felt so damn good. You hate to admit it, but this vampire was fucking you so well. 

Crowley ruined you. He showed no mercy while working open those silk walls of yours. Every thrust he did, he ensured your cervix wasn't kept waiting. His lips ghosted over your ear, telling you how good your pussy feels and that you're his and his only. If you dare allow someone else to have you like this, he would simply rip their head off. Why did that turn you on? You couldn't explain it. The tighter your cunt wrapped around him, you knew you peaked at your release. He couldn't get over that ethereal pornographic expression on your face. Your brows knitted and lips slightly parted but no words aired through. You always look beautiful, yes. However, at this moment? To him? This was your most breathtaking state, and seeing you like this caused him to snap. 

That sense of calmness he had was now gone. Crowley abruptly lifted you, swiping off whatever bullshit on the desk to place you on your back. His pace became more brutal as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. The heat on his face became evident, having an animalistic-like twinkle in his eyes. "It's too much," you whimpered, still being sensitive from your previous finish, but he kept going. Crowley nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, gliding his tongue along your skin to savor your taste. His hand fondled your nipple while the other began circling your clit, slamming into your pussy. The moan you let out was even foreign to you. Why was he fucking you like this? You were overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, but it felt amazing. You snaked your legs around his hips and continued to take him. 

"Crowley! Oh, God! F-Fuck, please. Please don't stop."

“Keep saying my name like that,” he growled. 

“Crowley, I—I think I’m about to cum again. W-Wait.”

He applied more pressure to your clit, fucking you harder until the desk creaked. "This pussy is mine, [Y/N]. I swear to you, if anyone has this access to you, I will kill them. Do you understand me?"

“O-Okay. It’s yours, Crowley. It’s yours,” you stammered.

"Good. Now, allow me to make my sweet girl cum once more before letting her go for the night." He kissed your lips sensually before leveling up his body to stare into your brown eyes to watch you cum. His hand at your nipple made its way to find comfort around your neck. The pressure Crowley applied was just enough so he could hear those pretty moans. Tears of ecstasy pricked your eyes as you felt another release coming. This one felt different. Your breaths were hitched, and your legs began to tremble. You were too fucked to even focus on the splashing sensation pooled between you. However, you returned to reality once you felt fangs penetrate your flesh and his hot cum milking your insides, causing you to arch in pure bliss once again. 

Maybe you were a masochist?

“Crowley,” you whimpered.

“So fucking good. Your blood is so intoxicating, [Y/N]. And this wet pussy is perfect—so tight—so warm.”

After painting your insides, Crowley relaxed his body onto yours, allowing his cock to warm up a bit longer in your pussy. Although he never sucked your blood directly from your neck before, it was something about tonight where he felt like he was caught in the heat of the moment. It's been almost days since Crowley last saw you, and his bloodsucking urgencies (and needy friend, of course) just needed some relief. He detached from your neck, lapping at the spot he bit to alleviate the pain. You shared a final moan once he pulled his cock out of you. Your pussy was coated with a mixture of your wetness and his seed. Crowley didn't want one drop wasting, so he swirled his finger in your wrecked cunt to spread it, causing a soft groan to escape your lips. 

You began putting back on your clothes to return to Shibuya after being gone for hours. Usually, you only spend an hour with Crowley, but it seems like you got carried away. How were you going to explain this to Guren? You didn't know. However, that's an issue you'll think about once it gets your attention. 

"It seems like I got carried away. I do apologize for biting your neck," he sneered.

You glared at him before walking out the door. “Fuck you.”

“You-”

“Don’t even fucking say it.”

"I'll see you tomorrow night?" he asked, but before receiving his answer, you slammed the door, which caused him to chuckle and whisper to himself, "Don't worry—you'll be back."

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. ♡

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 —@dejwrites@poohbea@captaindsina@getosubaru@tojissword@theehcneypot@nova-siims@gardenof-venus@unsatisfiedanddisappointed@pyschopotatomeme@caribbeanwifey19 @comatosebunny09 @blondmirah @animupiglett @pharaohanubis0

HOLY FUCKING SHIT TOJI

childe is a dirty bastard with a nasty obsession for you. he finds you so beautiful, so gorgeous and filled to the brim with visual blessings. he can’t help how his cock grows and hardens at the sight of your filled out frame and he can’t leave himself that way . . . so he jerks off. wraps his calloused hand around his thick cock and drags it up and down with shut eyes and a gaped mouth, imagining it was your soft hands making him feel good. he did this often, hiding in bathrooms or waiting until he gets home and releasing all over his sheets. but at some point, it’s not enough.

so, if you ever get a text from your good friend childe, reading “attachment: 1 video”, don’t be surprised when you see his cock sliding in and out of a fuck doll. the sound is lewd and nasty—squelching and wet slapping that rings off in unison with his grunts and pretty moans. he moans your name, groping the fake tits of the doll, “so fucking pretty for me . . . ngh, fuck—“ he had to let you know how he felt. what you do to him. so he raises the angle of his phone, showing the tablet that displays a selfie of you—one you sent to him when asking him which lipstick shade looked better on you. he groans louder, pounding the doll even furiously, “you’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum . . .”

he said he wanted to breed that tight cunt and make you his. you hadn’t even realized the video was three minutes long and you were nearing the end. he whimpers as he pounds tougher, snapping his hips against the doll with sniffles of your name and begs for his release. and then he cums. spills his seed deep in the doll with a guttural moan and fucked up camera angle as he doubles over. there’s a shuffling sound and then you can see clearly: see the load of cum spilling out of the doll, and he fingers the spill back in, moaning at the sight. “‘ts gonna be you next . . .” he murmurs, and the video ends.

you never saw him that way. he was your friend. but that promise he made at the end had your cunt throbbing, waiting for that treatment.