Dress-up Challenge With Sukuna That I Did On Twitter

Imagine getting oral from the monster under your bed.

Walking into your room one night, in your skimpy pjs, ready to hop into bed and go to sleep, when a hand reaches out from underneath and grabs your ankle. You shriek and try to yank away, but it holds tight, making you fall onto your ass. Another hand comes out, taking your other ankle.

It pulls you, your lower half disappearing under the bed, but thankfully, your torso is too big, and you can’t be pulled under any further. No matter, the monster can work with this. You feel your bottoms being ripped away, then your panties. Soon, your bare cunt is on display for whatever is lurking in the darkness.

You want to cry out, but as you part your lips, your legs are spread and a warm, wet tongue presses against your folds. Your breath hitches and your face turns red as the large tongue starts to lap up and down your slit, taking time to swirl around your hardening clit.

You can’t see what’s going on under the bed, but it feels so good, too good. You close your eyes and let it happen. The monster’s tongue pushes inside you, and it’s long and thick. It snakes its way to your g-spot and starts to thrust in and out.

One of your ankles is released and a clawed thumb presses against your clit and starts rubbing in quick circles. Your hips buck, your head is thrown back, and your back arches as your cunt is tongue-fucked and clit is stimulated at the same time.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum hard, shuddering as the monster draws out your orgasm. It lets you go, but you have a feeling that this is only the beginning of a strange relationship.

Things you may not have noticed about the LADS Boys

Just things I noticed that no one really talks about.

Xavier:

Can't cook to save his life but can grow all the ingredients! Has a lot of plants and just a green thumb

Doesn't really argue, saw this in a text message but he kinda just takes it.

HUGE READER, I have seen a few mentions of this, but I need more people to realize HE IS THE BOOKTOK GIRLIE OF THE GROUP!! (Sylus is a close second, just not enough read time on his hands like Xavier.)

Naturally smart, did very well in school. But he was the guy that just slept through every class and then after the test pulled up with a score of 98/100.

Owns a robot Vacuum, THE POTENTIAL FANART PEOPLE!!!

May not be good at it but takes a lot of photos.

Sylus:

Good at taking pictures and is the boyfriend behind the camera of every amazing Instagram post.

Doesn't smile in pictures not taken by Mc.

Reads quite a bit as well, (I hc that's where he got the whole hand on wall thing from- he's been studying!!!!)

Has a few of his favorite snapshots made into keychains

Not the best at posing- His words!

Caleb:

Does Mc's hair a lot. But isn't good with heat styling, like curling or flat irons.

He knits!

Dinosaur freak, aka beetles from the Jurassic era

Played Basketball-

(Sorry I couldn't find anymore not obvious facts about him... :'C)

Rayafel:

Can't ride a bike, poor fishie. Two left feet I guess?

Can speak many languages, omg love languages would be so hot in his voice-

yummy blood according to mosquitos, gets bitten a lot.

Not the best at baking.

Lilies are his favorite flower.

Zayne:

SO SMART HE SKIPPED GRADES IN COLLEGE

LIKES BARBECUE?!?!?

ARTIST??!??! RAYAFEL TWIN????

Doesn't know to sleep in- body wakes up at the same time without an alarm.

Goes to the gym late at night

Zayne meal plans and makes extra for Mc.

baby is not a baby anymore🎉

Your husband, Sukuna, stepped out of the shower just as you were done with your morning skincare routine.

He walked over to where you were, drying his hair with one towel while the other loosely wrapped around his waist.

You watched as he stood next to you, slinging the towel over his shoulders before staring at himself in the mirror.

It's a rare sight to see Sukuna with his hair down. Just one of the few things you have the privilege to witness. You smiled softly and reached up to brush away the wet strands clinging against his forehead.

"Your hair is getting long, love."

He simply gave you a hum as he grabbed his hair gel. You absentmindedly played with a lock of his hair as you thought of something.

"I've been thinking..."

"Oh no." Came his gruff, sarcastic response which earned him a smack on his shoulder. He smirked at your annoyed pout.

"Well, what is it? You can't just leave me in suspense." He said, squeezing some gel in his hand before slicking back his hair.

You rolled your eyes and then sighed. "I think you'd look pretty good with black hair."

He raised his eyebrow at that suggestion before looking back at himself in the mirror. "Really now?"

"Mmhm. It'll match your eyes and make your tattooes look prominent—"

"They're already prominent as hell, woman."

You rolled your eyes again. "I'm just saying. I'm not asking you to actually dye your hair, love." You said, leaning up to kiss his cheek before leaving the bathroom.

Sukuna looked back at his reflection and squinted his eyes in deep thought.

Two days later, you almost jumped out of your skin at the unfamiliar sight of a mop of black hair on your couch.

But then you realized it was your husband, Sukuna, when he turned to look at you with that signature cocky smirk on his stupidly sexy face.

"There you are, wife. Where were you? Late shift again?"

Oh, he knows what he's doing to you. He knows. But he decided to keep acting oblivious as he stood up and walked closer to you. His smirk streching into a feral grin.

"What's this? My usually talkative wife is suddenly speechless? Something on your mind you would like to share—"

He didn't get to finish the sentence and resorted to cackling out loud as you, somehow, conjured up the strength to tackle him to the floor.

You two spend a few good hours there before finally moving to the bedroom.

young, tall, slender, and stupid-in-love simon riley, who’s first mission was to bring you back to the base like a fucking package. the task force had never negotiated with captives on the line, but there’s a first time for everything.

with a sack over your head and your hands tied behind your back, a gruff man yelled out in the rain pouring down above you.

“you’ve got such a perky set for someone so fucking whiny”

“fuck you” you spat, the man wasted no time to grab the sack by his closed fist and yank it clean off your head.

the masked man stared directly into your eyes, his were dark, lit by lust and pure fire. the rain pouring around you did nothing to put a stop to his stare, but as you stared back, his demeanor changed by a singular degree.

“you better watch your fucking mouth,” he grabbed you by the neck and squeezed, causing a raspy squeal to escape your lips, “or i might just have to leave your pretty ass here”

you squirmed underneath the weight of his hand, “be better then going with you.”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you,” simon dragged you by the throat to the ajar car door like a kitten, “just get in the fucking car” he followed behind you, managed to sneak a squeeze from your ass as he hauled in.

simon riley, who makes himself comfortable with you perched on his lap for the duration of the long car ride. your rain-soaked shirt was torn off hours ago, and simon’s lips haven’t managed to get enough of your pretty nipples.

“mmph, such a pretty pup for letting me - fuckk - letting me taste you”

his hands grabbed and squeezed everywhere - your hips, your ass, that pretty belly of yours.

“too bad you’re such a brat”

you grind your hot cunt on his length in retaliation and moaned, “you like it”

simon’s lips crashed onto yours out in an instant, swallowing your breath and any further remarks. you fisted his mask and tore it off completely before threading your fingers through his dirty blonde hair and tugging.

“ungh, fuck you, takin’ off my mask like you own me.”

you snickered into the kiss as his hand snuck under the waistband of your pants.

“want you to own me, pretty.”

satoru thought, at first, that dating someone with an oral fixation would just be a bonus. frequent blowjobs for the win!

until he's already hit the back of your throat three times that morning and you're trying to lower yourself to your knees before seeing him off at the front door. a parting gift, you call it! and god does he love the sight of your pretty lips wrapped around his fat cock but he thinks it might fall off with all this use.

he tries everything. letting you sit on a pillow under his desk as he works, so that you can warm his cock with your mouth. he thought that maybe you'd like the weight of it on your tongue enough to sit still for a while, but you can't help but twirl your tongue around his tip and start bobbing your head up and down on his length until he's shooting ropes of hot cum into your mouth.

so then he tries filling your mouth with something else. pushing two fingers between your lips when he's laid in bed with you. but (and this one is on him, he'll admit it) watching you suckle on his long fingers like you so often do on his cock only gets him hard again. he always ends up rutting into you with his fingers pressing down on your tongue anyway.

he gives up eventually and lets you have your way with him and his cock. it's not like he could ask for anything less, he's so used to your touch now that he thinks he'd die without it. plus, his body has always been at your mercy.

Sex Pollen PART 1

Pairing: orc oc (Grom) x fem human reader

Summary: you and your orc co-worker are affected by sex pollen.

Warnings: MINORS DON'T INTERACT, 18+, sex pollen, affected to pollen and subtle reluctance, size kink, overstimulation, fingering, big leaking orc🍆.

Part 2 here. 🩷 This is a completed 3-Part series that was once exclusive on Patreοn! Have fun reading.

The sun was setting over the dense forest, spreading shadows across the clearing that you and your orc coworker, Grom, had been exploring. He worked for you in the village, helping you in the business you owned, a shop that offered spices, herbs, and other medicines. You had headed out to harvest herbs during the day, like you had done numerous times before.

Only at that time had you ventured into an area of the forest that you had not previously explored. You wanted to study some uncommon flora, and despite your reservations, Grom had followed, insisting that you not go into untouched areas of the forest alone.

He was such a sweetheart. But you didn’t dare tell him that or show your attraction to him.

Truth be told, you'd always been drawn to him, ever since he walked into your shop and asked for a job. Everyone warned you against it, but something about his dark gaze and velvety voice swayed you. And why should you hire him? Humans and orcs finally coexisted; after years of war and conflict, both races had begun to accept each other. You saw no reason not to try to accept that concept and support them.

He had since become your trusted assistant and a great coworker to have around. He gladly learned from you, and despite the initial terror he instilled in the customers when he first started working, he was now relaxed. Everyone had accepted him, swayed by your kindness and generosity to him. Grom was tall and muscular, his muscles were prominent even under his clothes. His look was slightly rough, with a rugged and scarred face and large tusks protruding from his mouth. However, he was friendly and truly engaged in his work.

He was precious and you’d never risk ruining the balance of your relationship because of your romantic feelings for him.

You smiled to yourself and returned your attention to the forest, exploring the flora and listening to the birds' songs. You bent here and there, touching plants, rooting out herbs, and carefully placing them in your basket. A weird violet plant drew your attention. It was gorgeous. Bright, pure purple with white dots and a rich, sweet aroma that floated to your nostrils.

He joined you with a grumble, and at that moment, a burst of pollen exploded from the plant’s petals, creating a thick cloud that surrounded you both. You coughed and waved your hands in the air to dispel the thick pollen. Grom cursed out and grabbed your elbow, dragging you as far away as he could from the plant. His hold was powerful, his face set in a grimace, his torso taut, muscles tight beneath his thick skin.

You hardly had time to act before you felt it—a peculiar sensation, like a thousand small sparks igniting across your skin.

"What… what’s happening?" You breathed as he cursed again, his big hands brushing the yellowish pollen off your clothes.

"I don’t know. Stay still," he rumbled, his voice deep and protective, though you could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

“That plant—” You bit back a whine because the tingling grew stronger. “I thought it was a simple flower, but—”

This time, you couldn't help but whimper. Your body felt unusually hot, goosebumps rising on your skin. You rubbed your thighs together, realizing you were soaked, your pussy tingling and gushing slick. Grom was also affected; although he had stepped away, you could hear his rapid breathing. He didn't look at you, but he was sweating, and his green cheeks were flushed. His fingers rubbed his face, as if trying to understand what was happening.

A deep, rumbling groan escaped him. "Feels… strange.” He clenched his fists. "Like fire under my skin."

You felt the same way, a fact that added to the heat that had now soaked your thighs. The tingling gradually gave way to a warm sensation that extended throughout your body. Your nipples felt tight, and heat spread in your chest before moving down, making you weak in the knees. Your breathing quickened, your skin became hypersensitive, and every contact of the air against you seemed like a caress.

You wanted to take off your clothes; the mere scratch of your clothes against your flesh filled you with aching need.

"Grom…" You tried to stand up to distract yourself from the heat, but you staggered. He caught you before you could fall, his large hands wrapping around you. You sighed at the pleasant sensation of his touch.

"Something's… wrong. I feel… hot. So hot.”

"I know." His voice was tight, like he was barely holding on. "I feel it too."

For quite some time, neither of you moved. His deep green eyes fixed on yours, full of the same uncertainty and yearning that you felt. The air between you was charged, your bodies infused with the weird power of pollen. He was still holding you, but there was more—something primitive boiling beneath the surface, something you both wanted to explore.

"We should… we should leave," he said, though his voice was a whisper.

You both nodded, but didn't move.

His breath came out in thick, labored pants, and you could see his eyes darken and rake over your body. His hands massaged your back slowly, causing your frame to melt into his. He growled low and menacingly, but you were not afraid. The warmth between you increased, and the tingling intensified, until every nerve in your body screamed for relief.

"This— ahh—this… is getting stronger." You gulped hard, your heart racing in your chest. "I think it's a sex pollen plant. They're so unusual and uncommon in book history—" you swallowed as another wave of warmth pulsed through your clit. "Its effects are overwhelming. The tension and need are unbearable."

“We must go back,” he said, his voice barely more than a growl. Still, he didn’t stop stroking your back.

"Can’t… ahhha—" you whined, feeling your body betraying you, leaning toward him. “‘M sorry—”

"Those sweet sounds you make," he murmured, his breath brushing against your neck. You closed your eyes, trembling at his warmth. Then he straightened up, releasing his grip on you and rising to his feet.

"We must leave,” he snapped. “Seek treatment.”

You chuckled. When it came to sex pollen, there was only one remedy: ride it out. And he knew it as well. You wanted to resist the pull of pollen. But you couldn't deny the heat and desire—the portion that wanted nothing more than to give in. To ask him to touch you and let you feel his strength surrounding you. Allow the sex pollen to take you both.

"Can you stand up?" he asked, his back to you.

Humming at him, you tried—struggled—to stand. You lost your balance when a sharp tinkling slammed against your clit, and fell down. The fall was gentle because his powerful arms had embraced you. You bit your lip to hide the delight at his touch, and opened your eyes to meet his ardent look. His face was now inches from yours, his pupils fully dilated, the warmth of his breath mingling with your own.

Damn… he was affected. Much more than you.

"If you can't move…" His grip tightened slightly, and you noticed a flare of green fire in his eyes. "Then we have to ride it out. Together."

"Yes. Please," you replied, your heart pumping in your chest. "Together."

Your fingers tightened into his arm, squeezing tightly as another wave of tingling warmth washed over you. It wasn't just warmth; it was fire, lighting up every inch of your body in ways you'd never experienced before. Every feeling was heightened, the air on your skin causing you to shudder with need.

“Grom…” your voice cracked, “I… I can’t… Please…” The word came out in a strained whisper, scarcely audible, but that was all you could manage. Your face flushed with embarrassment, but you couldn't stop the words from coming out.

"You don't understand," he grumbled. "I'm also affected, and it's too much. "I can't... I can't think. I can't stop it. My control is slipping, and I am afraid of..."

“Please, Grom… I need… I need you."

"I know, love," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I can feel it, too. I can smell your arousal. You smell so good, little one."

You whimpered when you heard the endearment. He never called you sweet nicknames. He was always professional and serious, but oh, how you loved the sound of "my little one" on his lips. You wanted to hear him repeat it every day.

Body on fire, you grasped him, every inch of you crying for release. More liquid warmth gathered low in your belly, soaking your panties and trousers while your legs trembled.

A rumbling growl sounded in his chest. "Fuuuck, you smell amazing. You're sure?" he asked, his composure melting. "You have to be sure, little one. I do not want to hurt you. "I'm bigger, different than you."

You nodded frantically, your nails digging into his shoulders. “‘M sure,” you whimpered, trembling against him.

“You can take my orc cock?” he drawled, thoroughly enjoying you dripping and shivering all over.

“Hmm! Can and will take it. I need you… I can’t—oh gods, I can’t hold on anymore.”

Grom’s eyes flared at your words, his hands gripping your waist tighter as if trying to ground himself. His jaw tensed and he inhaled deeply through his nose, his massive chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Finally, the last shred of his restraint snapped, and his eyes darkened with a brew of desire and resolve.

His large hands moved up to cup your face, pulling you in closer. “Then I’ll help you, my little one. I’ll make it right.”

His lips crashed down on yours with a hunger that matched your own. You moaned lewdly and hugged him, squeezing your sensitive breasts against his chest, sighing at the pleasurable friction. Careful not to hurt you with his tusks, his tongue slipped in your mouth, tasting you. Your tongue played with his, dancing in a come hither motion. The kiss was rough, needy, and moist, with his hands roaming your body, your hands tangling in his thick hair as you kissed him back with fervor.

The haze around you thickened, the warmth from the pollen seeping deeper into your bodies. You fit together like puzzle pieces, the electric spark between you growing stronger, the pollen amplifying every sensation tenfold.

Unable to withstand the layers of clothes separating you, you dragged off your clothes, impatiently tugging at them while keeping your mouths fused. He assisted, his hands ripping fabric apart until you were both naked, heated skin against heated skin. Grom groaned into your mouth, his hands roaming your body, kneading the soft flesh of your shoulders, your breasts, your soft belly and hips before sliding lower.

Sitting back on his haunches, he lifted you easily, pulling you to straddle his massive frame, your legs spreading on either side of his hard thighs. His chest was warm and solid against yours, his heartbeat thunderous, matching the wild rhythm of your own. His cock jutted up against your belly, huge and veined, leaking moisture.

You were struck at the differences in your physiques, even with him kneeling back and you riding him, you could barely reach his shoulders, and his cock was just as large and proportionate to his size, pulsating up your heaving breasts and dribbling pre-cum on your nipples. Enjoying the same sight, he cupped your asscheeks and pulled them apart, keeping his massive cock snuggled against your breasts.

You moaned when a thick finger brushed against your heat, tickling the aching that had developed since the pollen touched you. As he circled your pussy, you could hear his finger making obscene sounds, teasing your dripping folds and tracing your hole. He opened your outer labia and you gasped, your body arching under his touch, desperate for more.

“Gods,” he growled, thrusting his finger past the resistance of your body. “Fuuuck— so tight…You’re driving me wild, little one.”

“Please, Grom,” you begged again, wiggling your waist to urge him to pump that blessed finger that stayed deep in your depths. “I need you now.”

He chuckled and curled his finger inside you. “Patience, sweetheart. You are so little. Your pussy can’t take me yet.”

“I can! I can’t take you, always wanted to—” you stopped, realizing what you’d revealed.

“You always wanted me to fuck you?” He filled your sentence as he fingered you slowly, gathering your wetness and spreading it all over your cunt and clit.

You swallowed hard. “Hmm… always wanted you. I always feel so attracted to you.”

“Oh, sweetheart…” he moaned, kissing you sloppily. “I’ve wanted you every day. Wanted to rip your clothes apart, lick you from head to toe and thrust my dick in that sweet-scented pussy of yours. I’ll fuck you today— more than once, and you’ll be mine,” he whispered, his voice rough but tender.  “Mine. My mate.”

You nodded, your breath hitching when he added a second finger inside you. “I’m yours,” you whispered back, your voice trembling with need. “Please… make me feel whole again.”

With that, the world around you vanished, leaving nothing but immense pleasure that surged up your body and burst forth in a fine explosion. You rode his fingers, kissed him, and held him for dear life. You could hear your loud moans, his rough groans as he finger-fucked you, and the lewd sounds you made with all the juices pouring down your thighs. It was heaven—no, it felt better than heaven. And all you wanted to do was lose yourself in it and let him transport you both into a world of pure, unmistakable yearning.

Did you like? The next part is going to be sizzling steamyyyyy! Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated.‪‪ ❤︎‬

Hugs, Kate.

warnings : stepcest, possessive caleb, pussy inspection (again), fingering, bimbo/dumb!reader, manipulative caleb?? idk, use of pipsqueak, angel, gege, caleb refers to your pussy as your princess, he also tells you inaccurate things about your pussy, caleb brings up that y’all guys are step-sibilings, like a lot :(

౨ৎ au : 𝓼tepbrother!caleb x 𝓼tepsister!reader ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

𝒴ou nervously knocked on your step-brothers door. it was late, but you needed caleb’s help. something happened—you woke up to your panties all damp and sticky; not to mention the annoying ache between your legs. you knew that caleb would help you, like usual. before you could knock again, he opened the door and you were welcomed with the sight of him without a shirt, grey sweatpants low on his hips.

again, you felt the ache between your legs get stronger and you pouted. “pipsqueak? what are you doing up this late?” he asked you, lifting an eyebrow. suddenly, you felt nervous. when you thought about it, it sounded silly now. you could’ve just asked a friend or looked it up. you made a small little uh, glancing down and rubbing your thighs together.

you heard a sigh from caleb before he tilted your head up with two fingers, making you look up at him. “angel, what’s the matter?” you let out a whine and bit your lip. with one hand, you pointed to the spot in between your thighs as they rubbed together. it did little to help the weird feeling, but at least it helped.

caleb looked down at you and a small little smirk formed on his soft lips. “sorry, what? i don’t understand. ‘need words,” he said and you knew he was teasing. you whimpered and rubbed your thighs again. “caleb…” you tried looking down again but he just pulled you closer, making you hit his chest. “i need words.”

“i-its—achy. i don’t know why, but—but i woke up and they were all wet,” you whispered, looking down nervously as you did. all caleb did was hum and pull you inside his room. he shut the door behind you and locked it, making you look up at him curiously. “i think i know what’s the problem. here, lay down on the bed for me.” you didn’t know why you had to, but you did it anyway. after all, caleb was much smarter and older than you. he must have a good reason!

you did as he told and lay down on his bed carefully. he watched as you did, standing in front of you. “good girl. now, can you lift your hips up for me?” you felt yourself pulse down there at the sound of his voice and you felt your panties sticking to you, making you whine. you did as he said, lifting your hips. to your surprise, he grabbed the hem of your silk pajama pants and slid them down to your ankles.

“mm—caleb?” you asked and lifted your head up to look at the larger man. he hushed you and his hands ran up your legs to your thighs, squeezing the fat gently. “you want me to help you out, right? this is what all big brothers do.” you hummed and nodded, plopping your head back down on the bed. if caleb said that this was normal, then it was. why would he lie to you? his hands left you and suddenly your panties were getting pulled off, revealing your wet folds. “ah, you really are wet, pipsqueak.” you lifted your head up a bit and saw him on his knees inside your legs.

you watched as he shamelessly put the wet spot against his nose and breathed in deeply, letting out a low groan. the sound made you let out a soft whimper, feeling you clench. “gege… the ache…” you whined and he hushed you again. “i know. do you know what that ache is, angel?” he placed your panties beside him and his large hands came back to your thighs, massaging them. you shook your head at his words, blushing. he hummed in understanding. “well, you feel this achy feeling whenever your pretty princess down here wants your gege. she gets all wet and it’s like it has own heartbeat, y’know? when that happens, you go and immediately tell me. i’ll make it feel better.”

you listened to his words carefully, your lips spreading apart a bit. you nodded. “will you help me right now?” you asked, your voice small. caleb gave you a comforting smile and nodded. “jus’ gotta see what she needs.” with that, he grabbed your knees and put your feet on top of the bed, making you spread your legs. he got as close as he could to your princess and he spread your lips with his fingers. you shivered when the cold air hit you but you didn’t stop him. after all, he was just checking what your princess needs.

he hummed as he inspected your pussy, a slim finger coming to run down your wet slit, making your hips jolt. “god, she’s so wet. were you thinking about your step-brother, pipsqueak?” he murmured and you bit your lip. you did have a dream about him—but all you were doing to him was what you do to your pillows! nothing bad. when you told him that, he looked up at you with a smirk.

his thumb came to your clit, rubbing and circling it and you gasped at the pleasurable sensation, hands coming to his hair. “and what do you do to your pillows?” he asked and a finger came to run over one of your folds. “i-i just rub against them.” that wasn’t bad, right? no, of course not.

much to your demise, caleb tsks his tongue. “dirty girl. rubbing against your pillows? i bet your princess was achy then, huh? i forgive you, though, angel. you didn’t know,” he said and you let out a sigh of relief. that sigh turned into a choked moan when caleb’s finger ran down your slit again, gathering your wetness before he circled your hole.

“this is where your gege’s fingers go. they enter this tight little hole and your princess will stop aching then, okay? it’s only pleasurable if your big brother does it, no one else though, okay?” he told you and you nodded, eyes fluttering shut. he pushed the tip of his finger in and you let out a mewl, tugging at the soft strands of his hair. it was a strange feeling, but you didn’t want to disobey caleb and tell him to stop.

he slowly pushes it in bit by bit, stretching you out. you gasped at the feeling, your walls fluttering around it. thankfully with how wet you were, it was easy for him to push his fingers into you until he was knuckles deep. you let out a moan when he began to move, thrusting in and out. you had never actually touched yourself, only rubbing or bouncing on a pillow—but this was much better. you felt another finger nudge next to it and soon he was pumping three fingers into you.

all you could do was let out moans and whines, your head splaying around on your silk pillow. your legs twitched and caleb gently hugged you, mentally thanking that your parents weren’t there. “good girl, let it all out. moan for your gege, hm?” he murmured and your hips bucked at his words.

the lewd sounds of your squelching wetness filled the room and you felt small tears form in the corner of your eyes. the more and more his large fingers massage that spongy inside of you the more you felt your gut clench. you were starting to feel a weird, strong coil in your gut and you let out a whimper. “gege! it feels weird—stop, stop!” you sniffed, hands coming to try to push his fingers away. the feeling was too much, too overwhelming—too new.

he tsked and slapped your hand away, making you let out a small sob and you felt his hand press on your stomach gently. “go on, cum for me, angel. come on my fingers,” he snickered and your jaw dropped when you felt the coil finally snapped. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you saw bright stars as you gushed all over his fingers. your walls fluttered around him as you came, your small body squirming.

“good girl, atta girl,” he praised you. you were left panting, sniffling as your cheek lied on top of your pillow dumbly. his fingers entered his mouth and he let out a groan at the taste of you, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the divine taste. once he sucked your cum all off, he gently picked you up. “alright. your gege’s gonna take care of you now, hm? just go to bed, pipsqueak.”

you let out a stupid, blissed out hum, head resting against his shoulder and you knew that your gege would always help you. no matter what ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

jason todd x reader

[jason had one rule, and you couldn’t listen ]

MDNI !!! (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) .ᐟ ⊹₊ ⋆ 18+ [5k word count ]

lowercase intended!!

JASON’s RULE — you've talked about it before, you've both agreed. no toys. a few here and there to make it interesting and to test eachothers limits, and to have fun, but the main agreement was no dilldo.

you’d tease the idea just to get a reaction out of him of course. laying down on his chest and casually bringing it up. “so id been thinking of a new toy to try.” you slowly and quietly say to him. his blue - toned irises gave you an unsure look, but proceeded to let you ask with a simple response “shoot!”

“what if we tried a dil—“ “no.” “I didn’t even fini—“ “exactly because I already know what you’re going to say. and the answer is fucckkk no, but please doll i dare you to get one. i would love for you to face the consequences,” and u went silent, he took that as a sign you understood him, not to push him or test him, but deep down he dared you, and it was tempting.

jason did not appreciate the idea of anything other than his cock shape ingrained inside you. he believes your pussy was made for him. the first time he pushed inside you, he almost came. you were so tight, your delicate vaginal walls squeezing him and sucking him in all the right ways. he was melting at the feeling of everything all at once and couldn't help but whimper at the sight of you. “fu..fuck mmnn..(y/n)”

his eyes trained on you're smooth plump thighs wrapped around his waist pushing him in deeper, locking him in. while your latest nail set sacredly rooting into his bulky biceps while his wide hands slowly trace your curves. the way you didn't have to say anything, it was the way your eyes said everything. how desperate, yet secure you felt with him. he couldn’t help but worship you in a corrupted way. he needed to bruise you. having you laid out in front of him like a blank canvas. he had creative freedom to color your neck and chest shades of reds and purples, leaving these beautiful marks all around you to show his art off to the world.

he loved sucking on your sizable tits too, the way he would gingerly bite on your nipple just hard enough to make you slightly gasp. his hand would be carelessly tugging and twisting your other nipple making sure it wasn’t neglected. squeezing as much of the fat of your chest as he could even when they’d start bouncing at the content movement of him thrusting into you. when twisting your nipple with his teeth, he looked up and saw you covering your mouth. and this irritated him. ‘thwack’ smacking your already sensitive breast making you gasp. “don’t piss me off doll, cover your mouth again and i’ll stop everything” nodding your head in agreement “verbal response sweetheart,” he said moving his hand towards your forearm and pinning the part of your arm to the bed.

“mnnhn y..yes.. fuck.. i.. nuhhg just dont want to be to loud..” you said running your other hand through his scalp making him shiver in delight, slowly pushing harder into you. “i need you loud baby, need gotham to hear you, i want a goddamn noise complaints tomorrow morning, i.. jesus.. nhhg.. dont care how loud you are..” he sighed into your neck, bucking upwards deeper to a distant warm spongy corner inside you. “nnnmghfuck.. jason.. mnm” tightening and releasing around him. “so.. fuckkin..warm.. god..damnit”he groaned, moderately twitching inside you.

jason couldnt get enough of you’re praise, hiccuping how quintessential his cock was to you, he appreciated how well you listened and babbled on about his efforts to please you. “j-jason..jay baby.. please.. please.. so good, your so gorgeous.. god..fuck, solucky.. i- auhggh-,” you’d whine. “shit.. a dildo wouldn’t compare to you.. a pathetic peice of silicone w..wouldn’t compare to your cock b..baby, such a..a pretty cock”

“i know, doll” he chuckled lowly watching you writhe against his lower abdomen while he roughy played and massaged your clit, feeling the slick and creamy texture of both of your pre cum making a ivory ring around your pussy. “jay… baby.. f..faster please.. pleaseplease i need it.. I’ve been good!!” you begged, pushing your hip harder against him feeling him slow down, sensing him watch your every single move while he just played in pre cum. “.. jason..fuck…mnuggh mnm”

“would a didlo make you this sticky, so disgustingly wet i can feel u dripping down to my balls right now, huh sweetheart?” he said showing you his thick goopy fingers, then sucking them dry. it was starting to become a struggle to talk, trying to form a sentence would ultimately end up with you moaning and mumbling. and when he notices how limp you were starting to come, he decided to finally make you fully cum on his cock. he has been edging himself for a while, only slowing down certain times because of how quickly he was about to cum. you were his weakness, everything about you make him want to cum.

speeding up, pounding into you relentlessly you’d felt a  familiar yet unusual sensation in your lower abdomen. a warm feeling that you felt your raw clit puff to even more. “cum for me. fuck, please.. p..please.. doll cum on me… mmn cum on my cock, you need to… i need you to.” jason whimpered next to your ear. the squelching sound driving jason crazy he needed more of it. he lifted both of your legs and threw them over his shoulder, never slipping out of you. you were forever grateful for this position. because the new angle it let jason kiss your cervix wall. beautifully designed for jason, his cock missed it. but as much as he loved it, he enjoyed pushing deeper and mistreating, boundaries just to go through you’re cervix even more.

“jay.. im gonna.. fuckfuckfuckplease…mmmghh” with the movement of his dick, fingers and his desperate mouth whimpering that he needed you, you squirted on his chest and lower abdomen, dripping down his balls to the completely ruined bed sheets, not stopping and causing you to jolt from the overwhelming sensation, tighten around him harder almost pushing him out. “holy.. holy f..fuck..mnnh shiit (y/n).. good girl..fuuck,” jason panted. while he gripped your hips leaving indents of his finger nails into you, keeping you in place. Inhaling the warm scent of your juice while your pussy made a heavenly squelching noise. watching your eyes roll into the back of your head and his previously steady pace, now turned into a sloppy rhythm ‘plap, plap, plap, plap’ with the feeling of you still slightly squirting on him. jason finally came. hard. he couldn’t stop rutting Into you, overstimulating you, causing you to forcible convulse and tremble your whole body. each demanding thrust he unforgivably pushed Into your tried body, he couldn’t stop cumming . pumping into you large ropes of thick cum until he collapsed, losing vision. stuck inside of you trapping you inbetween his huge biceps, panting heavily.

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but unfortunately, that kind of passion was a couple months ago.

as confident as jason was about you never needing a dildo, he forgot how difficult and tight his schedule was. of course you’d see him maybe two times a week, but it wasnt like it use to be. the passion creeped into small excuses of ‘im to tired’ or ‘maybe tomorrow?’ which you’d overthought about plenty of times. was he uninterested with you now? what changed? you were started to feel neglected. always picking the vigilante life instead of his girl. you knew what was to come with his lifestyle, it was hard enough to spend time together, let alone any intimate time together.

"im sorry doll, patrol is probably going to take longer tonight! ill talk to u soon <3" he texts. texts. he didnt even have the nerve to call. plus it's been tough communicating. when it's spotty conversations and repetitive "how was ur day" then him taking hours to respond, you started getting frustrated. needy. so you decide to spoil yourself . because you have needs, and they must be fulfilled. even if it’s not the same, you were getting impatient with your own fingers not being able to reach far enough or cramping up.

so a few days later you see a couple notifications on your phone.

[3 messages] jay🫀

jay🫀: hey doll

jay🫀: i can call tonight, it’s been slow

jay🫀: just call whenever you got time

[ mail notifications]

[ your order has been delivered 💌 ]

one notification you were more interested in than the others. you hopped off the couch, put your phone in a back pocket and made your way to your apartment lobby towards the mailboxes. reasonable size mail boxes for living in gotham, usually they are confined and only fit paper mail, but your apartment was a little bit nicer. the only thing was the front building doors were broke, letting in anyone which was concerning. while grabbing your key, you feel your phone buzz some more, but you knew you’d get to it later.

and there you saw it, a cute, big pink box. you smiled and closed the mailbox, locking it and racing upstairs. the rush of excitement and anxiety washed over you. of course you, felt like you deserved this, but the thought of jason finding out scared you a little, but slightly turned you on too.

you opened the box with a switchblade jason had purchased you a while ago. and inside there it was, a realistic natural light skinned toned silicone dildo, you tried to get one to match jason’s size, but.. you couldnt find anything as girthy..

you place the box rear the trash and grabbed the dildo and are impressed with how realistic it looked. it had veins and this mushroom tip was pinker than jason’s. “wow, this.. is crazy,” you say to yourself. it’s not like you havent see a dildo, it was just the fact of how much time probably went into this.

walking into your room you start undressing, taking youre phone out of your pocket you see jason tried to call you five minutes ago. youre stomach dropped a bit and just tried to psychic yourself out and forget about it, you’d call him in a couple minutes. you laid down on the plush bed with your phone next to you that you lazily threw close to your thighs and then slowly started opening your legs, your nervous hands making their way to your clit. circling sweet motions to the damp bundles of nerves. slowly breathing and closing your eyes imagining it was jason’s thick fingers.

“hmm jay..mhmh” you sighed, feeling the clit slightly puff. picking up the pace, you rub and tug on the sensitive nerve until you feel your pussy start to drip ever so slightly. making you trail your dampened fingers towards your vaginal opening. “mnhphm..jason..” sliding your middle finger inside yourself, feeling the tight gummy wall suck on your finger. “fuck..hnm” your middle finger casually building a pace you found yourself enjoying. adding your ring finger to help break up the tight walls, scooping and pushing yourself further in causing pretty groans from you. “mmnholy..shit.. fu..fuck ja.jason”

imagining jason was what helped you the most. the way he touched you and loved finger fucking you. watching you cry while he barely moved his fingers. replaying memories of what he’d praise to you before “one more finger baby.. you can take it, youre doing so good for me… youre still so tight fuck baby…be a good girl and hold your legs open for me.. just like that uh huh… gotta put my index finger in okay doll, fuck,” — and that’s what you’d done. moved positions and fully on your back with your legs in the air, penetrating yourself with three fingers quickly rushing in and out of you. moaning jason’s name. becoming clingy for his cock, begging into the space of your room about how much you needed him.

with a ‘pop‘ you withdrew your finger and grabbed the dildo, with a feeling of liquid dripping down to the bed. lining the thick toy with your now moistened hole. you knew to carefully push it in, slowly inch by inch so you wouldn’t hurt yourself, which was funny considering jason’s cock was bigger.

fully inside, you paused while you caught your breath. having to be in control for the first time in a while with a dildo you were unsure and forgot how much work you had to do. you were starting to sweat a little, having it deep enough to the point the fake balls laid stiffly by your anus.

lazily pulling it out and back in with the somewhat familiar sting making you sigh. pushing it deep enough to make you sing. “uaaghh fuck! jason..hmph..” repeatedly fucking yourself with a toy you were never supposed to have. that jason dared you would be consequences. thinking about what jason would do, made you squeeze the dildo, how much trouble you’d be in.

and it was like you manifested him. as so on as you were thinking about all the trouble you’d be in. he was calling you. that ‘ill call him in a couple minutes’ turned into fifteen extra minutes. you panicked hitting the red ‘decline’ button with blurry eyes. and started to speed up the thrusting and ramming so you’d cum quickly and call him back like nothing happened.

or so thought you. turns out you accidentally answered him. your teary eyes deceived you when you frantically tried to end the call. and the first thing jason had the displeasure of hearing was the familiar ‘plah, plah, plah” and you whining “hurry..fuck.. fucking piece of rubber dick…” crying out, slowly regretting the purchase. you couldn’t seem to cum. as roughly and impatient you were with yourself including the sound of sex in the air, it just wasn’t the same.

but! how sweet of you, you know jason’s favorite color was red, so that’s what you made him see.. red. he had tried calling you letting you know it was so slow, tim and dick didn’t mind he left early to be with you. because he missed you.

but that feeling was immediately exchanged with enrage.his face dropping at the mention of a dildo. he kept you on the line and muted himself so you wouldn’t hear him hang up. sprinting to his motorcycle, not giving a fuck about his helmet. he shot off into the night. racing through streets and weaving through cars going 90 miles per hour. all while he knew you were on the other line, still sliding that amateur peice of silicone inside yourself. it genuinely pissed him off. — luckily for jason you didn’t live far. and with the mix of rage and his dangerous driving, he’d gotten to your apartment rapidly fast. what would’ve taken fifteen-ish minutes to get to you, only took him about five minutes.

jason climbed off his ride, stomping on the pavement with his phone to his ear with the most irritated and frustrated look. he knew your apartment front doors were broke, meaning he had easy access to enter. which he wouldn’t just broke them himself in all honesty. “nnuggh…jay..damnit..fuckfuck,” was the sad annoyed sigh you’d unintentionally been whining into jason’s ear. “ja..jasson..nhhunghg..please..”

his heavy footsteps echoing through the stairs of your apartment, which everyone could hear — it was weird he’d actually come in like a normal person for once instead of climbing through your window.

Intentionally, of course, so he’d be able to catch you in the act.

he’d finally made it to your apartment door. grabbing the key from the top of the door frame. and quietly entering, which was hard considering how badly he wanted to slam the door. slowly walking in and closing the door behind him, he locked it then processed to walk towards the kitchen— spotting an empty large pink box by the trash can.

“jesus christ,” jason said to himself, then perking up at the sound of your moans. when he said wanted a noise complaint a while ago— he’d meant he’d be the only one to make you scream like that to your neighbors. and it aggravated him even more that he could feel his bulge start to grow in his pants. cussing to himself, but your beautiful voice always made his dick twitch. just a simple ‘i love you’ would make him stretch his underwear, filling up the little amount room he already had left.

walking closer to your room, the faint sound of you fucking yourself could be heard. “so close..fuck..nggh..socloseplease” which jason’s dick twitched at, slowly fatten his pants enough to make him semi uncomfortable, but the moment he heard you were close he opened the bedroom door slightly to see you holding one of your thighs up while this mediocre looking dick was plunging into you. your eyes sealed shut, trying to focus on cumming. you’d usually been creaming on jason’s cock by now, and you were just now getting close to your first orgasm. and jason knew that too.

he opened the door and quietly walked to you, previously loud and aggressive steps, now quiet and calculated. “jason..jay..fuck..jay baby…” and pant his name three times, he shall appear…and under any other circumstances he wouldn’t be standing over you pissed off as he was. showing you his phone with it still on call. and that’s when it hits you, gasping because he scared you plus you could perfectly see how livid yet turned on he was, but also because at the same moment you hit the perfect spot so many times.. you came.

“nuhhhgghaa…jasonbaby.. s..sosorry.. plea—“ you lost your breath the moment jason unexpectedly and carelessly tore the toy out of you. hearing the suction of the dildo pop out of you mid orgasm, now jason holding onto the saturated silicone. watching your vagina breath open and close while liquid spilled out of you. “jason im s—“ “don’t. don’t say another goddamn word (y/n). i mean it.” his deep voice hissed at you. “this? this half-pint fucking fake dick made you cum? huh doll? you’re joking.. no you can’t be because i just witnessed it. fucking christ (y/n).. one rule, you couldn’t even listen to that…let’s compare huh” he rambled starting to unbuckle his belt one handed, combo shoving his pants and underwear down kicking them to random side of your room. all still while he was gripping the toy.

his dick hung heavily, beautifully. you’d missed the sight of just looking at it making your mouth tingle and water in delight. sitting up more you couldn’t keep your eyes off his cock. making jason twitch enough to make it move on its own. you started reaching out to touch him ‘whack’ “don’t test me right now doll.. now look” he trailed off, grabbing his dick slowly stroking it in front of your face. he lined the light colored dildo next to his own real and thick cock “and to think you were moaning my name with this wimpy piece of shit, now you’re pushing limits. fucking disgusting,” and he wasn’t even wrong. the sizes were very different. and it was completely noticeable, jason throwing it against a wall while it made a ‘thud’ sound. “one rule (y/n) that was it.”

. “jay can i say someth-“ “no” “you need to stop cutting me off jason.—let me talk, please baby.” and he went quiet. his anger slightly fading. and you took his silence as he was listening, willingly able to understand everything. all while he was watching from above you. “i know i shouldn’t have gotten it—“

“damn straight” “but! you have been extremely busy and distant these past couple weeks, you made it seem like you didn’t care about me anymore. your dry texts, not calling anymore, basically dick riding gothams idiots criminals then actually letting me dick ride you… i just miss you jay and im sorry i didn’t say something sooner,”

that’s when he grabbed your face and gently kissed your lips, humming soft ‘im sorry’s’ to you. and laying you down delicately on the bed. “im sorry too doll, i had been neglecting you.. fuck..i love you so fucking much it’s insane, i just blow at showing it and communicating properly doll, because honestly, you’re the only person i will work on things for, because you’re all i will ever need or want.” he said caressing your face then kissing your forehead. “but i still needed to punish you.” “what ?— jason!!..fuck!!”

without warning he slammed his cock into you, — making you groan loudly “you won’t be cumming anymore tonight, doll. im going to make sure of it, as much as i love you.. umnnh..shit.. im a man of my word..and actions have consequences” not hesitating at all to basically use you as he pleases. not caring if he hits your ‘g’ spot. he wants to cum inside you selfishly as much as he can all while denying you that pleasure of your own release.

jason was stretching you out even more than that toy ever could, his cock perfectly ingraining back into you. “you..can’t be serious..” you groaned

“dead serious, doll.” he chuckled “tonight, no clit playing, no pampering, and no holding back—enjoy it or don’t, you won’t be the one cumming” and like that he dives to your lips like a hungry animal, while you make delicious little sounds and respond with the same hunger, sparking a fire in his belly. making his face flush. while your hard nails were placed on his shoulder you leisurely started digging into him. dragging them down his back attempting to leave any indication how great he was fucking you. making jason whimper into your mouth causing you to squeeze around him at the hypnotic sound.

loving the feel of your plush skin pudge through his fingers. tightening his grip as the soft sound of you mumbling sweet nothings into his ear making him speed up his pace. recklessly grinding into you at a harsh pace enough to make you beg jason “jay.. please..please can i-”

“fuck off” his voice deep and laced with a warning tone, smacking your upper thigh with his palm, making you clench around him. “don’t think about it doll..i swear to god..”

his pace unbearable, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cling to him. praying he cums soon, before you do accidentally. his nails kneading into ur hips while grinding, finding the perfect spot that makes him tingle. his hands start to slowly gravitate towards your tits, he starts sucking on one side, harshly biting down on the nipple causing you to moan out in pain. “i know your close.. so goddamn tight.. jesus.. don’t fucking cum (y/n).” he said smacking your tit, casually going back to biting down on the sensitive nerve. while his unsympathetic grip on your other tit squeezing down and gripping at the nipple pulling at it and releasing it a couple times, making you even more sensitive. just to hear your voice call out into the night about how great he was making you feel. “fucking love your tits” mumbling into them while his heavy hips wouldn’t let up on slamming into your pelvis.

jason was actually never a selfish partner, he actually cared about always making you cum first, and it was like muscle memory to make you cum, but for the first time he was in ecstasy just fucking you stupid- beautifully abusing your vagina, and trying to punish you in the best way he knew. all while he got to painfully play with your podgy breast. smacking, sucking and squeezing them until he couldn’t get enough. “fuck..doll..nghh.. (y/n) fuck...”

his face covered messily in his own saliva from making out with your tit, cupping it with his bulky hand. sucking and releasing, while watching you groan that you want to cum, how nice it would be if you both came together. but jason’s eyes were dark and unamused. he let you rambling on for a minute or two, until he started to get annoyed. this was your punishment, and he would forgive you after it. and right now, jason didn’t want to hear it.

his free hand roamed up towards your throat, and he started to choke you. roughly squeezing and releasing his grip causing all your nonsense remarks into blissful whimpers. making you so tightly trap jason’s dick, making it difficult to thrust so deeply “squeeze me some more doll, mhm..mn im close..” jason said panting, a warm sensation in his stomach turning into a knot like feeling. “harder doll.. c’mon please.. fuckfuck..mhm..i know you can” he said his face now near your ear, and his hand still squeezing your throat. listening to you gasp and whimper to him, while squeezing his dick the best you could, wanting to cum so painfully. “mhm just like that..nnugg..mnm fuck..gonna cum inside..”

and after a few harsh thrust he moaned while warm ropes of cum were filling you to the brim, with each sensitive thrust he was cumming inside of you, never wanting to stop. his hand releasing from your neck, slowly moving towards your clit, ever so slightly circling the bundle of nerves making you so close to the edge. while his head was inbetween your neck biting down and sucking at the soft skin whimpering and softly rutting into you.

and after a few long seconds jason pulled out, watching as the base of his cock slip out you, painted a silky white and still semi hard. out of breath, he watched as your pussy was leaking cum and your clit still puffy and neglected. “so beautiful..”

putting his fingers up to your pussy, he started to fuck his cum back inside of you. watching as you look so defeated. “jay..” “mmn yes doll” he said making eye contact softly scooping his cum back inside you as much as he could. fingering it back in deeply, pressing down on ur puffy clit with his thumb. memorizing the layout of your pussy so carefully.

“can i please cum” you asked, giving your best pleading eyes, reaching out to hold his cheek and caress him. knowing how difficult it was for him to say no to you, know how badly he always wants you to feel satisfied, jason took his hand away from your pussy and showed you his three slick fingers.

“nope, but you can taste mine if you want” he said licking his index “not bad actually” he said with the most shit eating grin you’d ever seen.

and he finally his vision wasn’t red anymore, but he definitely would always live up to a man of that always kept his word.

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my first writing something like this! (ᴗ_ ᴗ。)

was a little long! my apologies, but i hope you enjoyed!! :3

have a great day/night!! xx